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nneteyamss · 3 months ago

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ROSES — 13. frat party

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“okay, once someone gets sick, it gets too crazy, someone makes a bad decision, or something else we’re leaving. got it?” mark turned from the drivers seat to face his friends before they entered the party.

mina and y/n nodded and gave mark a thumbs up while yangyang saluted him with a straight face.

“alright now get the fuck out my car and let’s go party” he sighed at yang and gave a small smile, hoping tonight would be smooth and fun.

“where do you guys think hyuck is right now?” yang asked as the 4 of them walked gingerly to the front door. the music was blasting and as they got closer it was harder to hear.

mark shrugged and mina don’t bother answering the question. “i don’t know but if he’s with his other friends, he can stay far away from me. last thing i need is jaehyun seeing me.” as y/n was finishing her sentence, they entered the house, almost instantly being greeted by hyuck who was passing by to get more drinks.

“you guys made it! drink are in the kitchen to your left, snacks are on the kitchen counters and dining room table, and yeah. i gotta hurry and go now, i got a hottie waiting for me.” he spoke fastly before dashing out of their sight.

the four of the scooted to the side so they weren’t blocking the entrance and took a look around. people walking past who knew them waved and said hello. it wasn’t long before y/n tapped mina on the shoulder and whispered in her ear to beat the loud music “wanna grab some drinks?” to which mina nodded. the two girls told mark and yang where they were going and disappeared from their previous spots.

not a lot of people crowded the kitchen but there were a good amount of people standing around and talking. y/n grabbed two bottles and handed one to mina as leaned back against the counter.

“oh dude i’m so glad these have the twist caps, i would’ve been pissed if i had to find someone to open this.” mina nodded with y/n’s statement while they twisted the caps off their drinks and took a sip.

“i know, and i didn’t even think to bring my bottle opener. also i’m not gonna lie… this music kinda sucks ass, i could’ve done better in my bedroom with a playlist and a dream.” the two girls laugh at the image of mina in her room dressed up like a frat boy, headphones around her neck, sunglasses on, and doing the frat flick with playing something probably like ‘baby’ by justin bieber.

“i’ll be standing right beside you hyping up the crowd like this” y/n jumped up and down with her hand in the air fist pumping, almost spilling her drink in the process.

after a while of talking the two finished the drinks they first opened, ended up taking some shots with random drunk girls who came into the kitchen (twice), and grabbing another drink. after starting to feel buzzed mina stopped drinking but y/n kept going. the two girls made their way out onto the makeshift dance floor where they saw their friends on the side talking.

“heyyy guys!” y/n walked towards them while waving, stumbling and almost falling while doing so.

“damn girl how much did you drink?” mark asked with a raised eyebrow. y/n only laughed and brushed him off.

“i dunno but that’s not important, i thought you said you weren’t drinking?” her eyes zeroed in to the red solo cup in his hand with a clear liquid inside.

“this is water, which you should get some of”

“guys can we sit down somewhere, my feet are starting to hurt.” mina interrupted the conversation to complain with a completely valid point. after standing around in the kitchen for who knows how long, who else’s feet wouldn’t start to hurt.

“couch is empty over there” hyuck pointed out a vacancy, to which they all ran over to the couch before someone would sit down and take it. as soon as y/n sat down she suddenly started feeling a little sick from the multiple drinks she had. her face was flushed red from all the alcohol and the stood right back up.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom, i’ll be right back”

“do you need me to come with you?” mina looked up at her, ready to tag along.

“no i should be good, thank you though my babygirl” y/n blew a kiss and mina blew one right back, ignoring their guy friends around them. with that y/n left to use the bathroom.

this definitely wasn’t the first nct frat that y/n attended so she knew her way around the building decently well and quickly navigated herself to the bathroom. upon arrival she immediately rolled her eyes at the line to wait to use the bathroom, which was probably disgusting anyway. luckily y/n is somewhat close friends with nct member yuta and knew he had a bathroom in his room.

the way they befriend each other was kind of odd but they just happened to ‘click’ after a while of pestering. most people avoided talking to yuta as a friend, due to his resting bitch face, but when y/n got paired with him she was determined to be nothing but kind and become his friend or at least acquaintance. often yuta would ignore these attempts and just try to get their work done and over with. under all of his frat boy who gets around persona, y/n knew there was something deeper. so what does she do? pull out photos of her family dog back home, because who can resist a cute dog? this plan undoubtedly worked as yuta became obsessed with her little puppy who he now calls “his second daughter” and asked for new pics of her constantly. he keeps telling y/n that they need to set up a play date between her dog nova and his dog rapunzel.

after getting lost once, y/n finds her way to yuta’s room, trying to remember the way they would take when they studied here. much to her surprise yuta had told her the pin to his door and she quickly typed it in, still not feeling well.

“1026” she muttered to herself as she pressed the tiny buttons. the door unlocked and she swung the door open, ready to head into his bathroom.

not even getting to step all the way into the room she was met with two people already occupying the space. a male and female, the guy was sat on the bed with his pants pulled slightly down and the girl was on her knees in front of him, very obviously giving him head. the sound of the door opening caused her to pull off of him and they both looked at the door. the girl she didn’t recognize but the guy… she had been trying to avoid all night.

“y/n?” jaehyun looked at her shocked, trying to cover himself up somewhat.

“i’m so sorry” she said at the same time jaehyun said her name once she broke out of her frozen spot. just as she spoke, she gagged and ran right into yuta’s bathroom and to the toilet instead of out the room. thankfully the toilet seat was already up as she began puking into the white bowl in front of her. her hands on both sides of the toilet, not even thinking about her hair.

all of a sudden she felt her hair being pulled back and a hand on her back rubbing in circles “let it all out.” they said quietly, encouraging her to get all of this out her system. the puking went on for a couple minutes on and off before it finally stopped all together. y/n opened her eyes once she leaned away from the toilet to see jaehyun grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wiper her mouth and even flushed the toilet for her.

feeling worn out and tired, as well as still drunk, y/n closed her eyes again and laid her head on the wall behind her. “you feeling better now?” jaehyun spoke softly, to not scare her. not even wanting to respond, she shook her hand back in forth in an “eh” way to give a response.

“c’mere” jaehyun helped her off the bathroom floor and laid her down at the top of yuta’s bed. he quickly retrieved a water from the mini fridge located on the opposite side of the room and told her to drink it. she took small sips and drank a good amount before putting the rest on the nightstand. “lay here and get some rest, i’ll find your friends and let them know where you are” he stroked the side of her head softly and stood up to exit the room.

“no… stay here.” y/n finally spoke, her voice a little weak. she looked at him sadly and it worked, he came back over to her and sat on the opposite side of the bed.

“i’ll stay, just get some rest please.” she nodded and laid there next to him, subtly inching closer to feel comfort and quickly fell asleep.

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professional-demon-master · 2 years ago

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Cutting you off pt. 5

Asmodeus

Light Angst/comfort good ending!

Asmo x MC! GN pronouns.

* Right off the bat you learned how emotionally open asmodeus was.

* Not only when it came to show lust related feelings. He was so open all the time, and you kinda guessed that plays a big part when it came to him being extremely liked everywhere.

* It didn’t matter where you were, Asmo was the center of attention, he had everybody at his feet and trying to get his attention.

* Which was kinda uncomfortable to you when you two were out trying to spend some quality time together.

* Like right now, you both were out in the fall, dancing and drinking, just the two of you.

* … the two of you and the demons that kept stealing Asmo's attention by the minute.

* First it was the one who came with two shots (for him and Asmo) and entangled Asmo's arm with his so they could drink it together. Then the demon who stole his attention with some idle chatting right in the middle of your own conversation, and don’t even get him started in the ones who kept asking him to dance.

“Asmo!” You touched his shoulder and he looked at you, interrupting the demon that was whispering by his ear. “Darling! I was looking for you!”

“Really? Cause I was waiting for you by the bathroom, where you said you’ll be!” You almost yelled due to the volume inside the club. “Sorry dear! I got a little bit distracted in the way” he chuckled, turned to the other demon and said something to him before returning to you. “Let’s go get another drink! You took so long I finished my cocktail!” You suppressed the need of telling him it wasn’t your fault, he wouldn’t even listen anyway and you didn’t wanted to spoil the night before it even began.

* The night kept on going and you really tried to not feel bad everytime Asmo left you to go hang out with literally anybody else.

* Your last straw happened at the dance floor. You were both dancing together, and then another demon got behind Asmo to dance with him, then another one appeared at his side.

* After another one completely blocked you from his view and Asmo didn’t even noticed, you slowly made your way to an empty table.

* You kept looking at him tho, hoping to see him looking at you, but it didn’t happened.

“What’s wrong love? You were there one moment and the next one I couldn’t find you!” Asmo grabbed your arm in a friendly manner while he got a little too close to you. “30 minutes ago” “what?” I left the dance floor 30 minutes ago and you just noticed” you crossed your arms looking at him.

Asmo rolled his eyes at you, looking annoyed. This happened everytime he drank enough, or when he was too drunk in self love, luckily for you both were happening tonight! He tended to be a little bit more irritable and acted without thinking.

He took a sip of a drink the demon by his side offered him. He smiled at you drastically changing his demeanor “Stop crying! Are you coming back to dance or what?”

“No, Asmo. I wanna leave” you admired a little bit nervous and irritated with the whole situation. “What? No! Why would we do that? Just come back with us, it’s still early!” He grabbed your hand trying to make you stand up. “It’s 3 am and I’m tired, please, let’s just come back.”

“Ugh, why are acting like such a baby? You just wanna ruin my fun!” He frowned a little bit mad, talking a little bit louder this time. “Me? You ruined my fun! You haven’t even looked at me since we got here.” “Oh, so that’s the problem! You’re just jealous! You want to be by my side always and it’s tiring!” You gulped, a little bit hurt, trying to excuse him. Asmo is always a little bit emotional and flirty, but with a couple of drinks in him he tended to let his sin override his better judgement. “Asmo, it’s time to go back…” “No! I’m sick of it! I’m Asmo! Avatar or lust! jewel of the heavens! I could have fun with everyone I could ever want but you keep trying to be by my side always, spoiling my fun!” This time a couple of demons started looking your way; Asmo got closer to your face and almost fell trying to take a step back, “You’re not good enough to be with me all of the time, get over it.” He spoke with a lower voice, his nose almost touching yours and his index finger poking near your clavicle. He pulled back, now letting you watch his face as he grabbed the other demons hand and a drink that another person offered him. “I’ll go home when I feel like it” he spoke loudly, but not quite yelling. You felt ashamed, demons were now returning to their own conversations but that didn’t stopped a few of them from looking at you mockingly, another couple of them with pity.

You almost ran out of the club, trying to get home before you started ugly crying in the street.

* By the next morning you woke up with puffy eyes and a sore throat.

* You did your best to make your eyes look normal before getting breakfast.

* When you arrived there you were thankful to notice Asmo wasn’t there. It wasn’t abnormal, almost every time he went out, he would wake up later than usual.

“We didn’t expected you here this early” Lucifer’s voice made you snap out of your own thoughts. When you looked confused he explained, “You went out with Asmo last night, didn’t you? You must have returned pretty late.”

“Oh” your stomach hurt, of course you weren’t going to tell him about Asmo's actions from last night and how you ended up coming back on your own way earlier than he did. “I just… came back earlier, he ran into some friends and I was too tired to keep partying”. When the whole table looked convinced at your story, you silently exhaled and went back to looking at your plate, trying to concentrate in what the brothers were talking about instead of what was going on in your head.

* Your efforts to avoid Asmo during the weekend worked. Whenever you were at HoL you tried to stay in hidden in whatever room the brothers were at, and when it was time to eat you’ll convince Beel to go out.

* It wasn’t just your work either. Asmo had also restrained himself from spending time with you.

* He didn’t actually remember all of the fight from the day prior - not as intense as it actually was anyways - but it was pretty common for you to be mad the day after a big party.

* Whatever reason it was, he always knew you would probably be mad at him after partying and kinda ignored you the day after that, but never actually apologized

* The firsts times this happened, you didn’t think much of it. He was drunk so he probably didn’t remembered, and you were also drinking so maaaaybe you overreacted, right?

* Of course as time passed, you started getting this feeling that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Why didn’t he talked to you? Why didn’t he apologized? Didn’t he wanted to knew what he did to make you upset?

* So when this whole situation happened at The Fall, it was your breaking point.

* Not talking to you? Fine! See what I care. This time you weren’t gonna come back like nothing had happened, he embarrassed you! And in front of a really good amount of demons, nonetheless!

* So when Monday rolled around and you didn’t answered Asmo's singsongy ‘good morning’, he found it weird.

* And it wasn’t just that. The whole breakfast you would talk to his brothers pretty normally, but whenever he started talking too, you would go completely silent. His brothers didn’t seem to notice it but he did! And it was making him upset.

* You didn’t sit with him in the class you both shared today, nor did you pass notes during the lesson.

* And don’t even get him started on the way you also ignored him during diner.

* He was so mad he had the fight himself to avoid frowning all day long. A little misunderstanding like this wasn’t going to give him a wrinkle

* The next day he was hopeful you would have time to talk it out, you both use to walk together on Tuesdays since you two had an early class together.

* But when you left as soon as he was joining breakfast with the excuse that Solomon and you were going to meet up to study before class started, all his hopes deflated and he started to felt a disgusting feeling growing in his stomach.

* He wasn’t going to give up that easily, oh no. He actually got to class early and made sure that everybody was sitting anywhere but beside him, so you two would have to sit together.

* And so you did. He had a relaxed smile while he watched you writing notes as the lesson began.

* “Hey Mc ~ want to meet up in my room before dinner so we can do homework together? We can also try this new face mask that I bought. It’s supposed to be amaziiing” he whispered, or tried at least, while leaning in to you. “No, thank you. Satan is helping me with homework today.” You answer was so harsh he felt shocked for a second. “O-Oh, that’s okay darling” he tried to sound as okay as he could, since when did you declined an offer to be with him?

* He tried talking to you again after the lesson ended but you practically ran out of class. He did his best to catch you and your last class of the day, waiting patiently next to your locker.

* You were too concentrated in your DDD to actually look at him before you arrived, leaving you unable to escape him this time.

* “Hello Mc~, I was looking for you all day!” You looked at him briefly before returning your eyes to your locker, opening it and changing some of the books you were holding. Asmo took your silence as a sign to continue, “Wanna walk home together? I saw this cute ice cream stand on the way here, we could go there and take some photos together for my feed too!” You closed your locker, finally looking at him, “No, I’m okay” Asmo frowned, “what do you mean you’re okay?” “I just don’t want to” you tried to leave the conversation there, but Asmo grabbed your wrist before you could escape. “Why… have you been avoiding me?” It was your time to frown, having to fight to keep your mouth closed instead of letting it hang open due to the surprise. Really? “Are you serious, Asmo? You don’t remember how shitty you were with me?” “Ugh, is this about the Saturday thing? Seriously?” “Yes seriously! You embarrassed me and you were extremely rude to me. It was completely uncalled for!” Asmo rolled his eyes “ugh, okay. I didn’t knew it meant so much to you. Im sorry, okay?” He exhaled “Now can we move forward?” You kept your lips in a thin line, feeling anger and sadness mix in your chests making you feel like you were about to slap him and cry in any second. “No. I’m done with this endless loop of you being mean to me whenever you want and me just letting it slide without even getting an apology. Forget it.” You jerked your wrist out from his hand. “I don’t want to be around you, Asmo. You hurt me and you don’t even seem to notice or care” you spoke calmer this time looking at him. His expression was hard to read, was he annoyed? Or just indifferent? “Goodbye, I’ll walk myself home” you practically ran down the stairs while Asmo stood in place. Hurt them? He knew he was a little bit more blunt than usual when he had a some cocktails on him but still, he didn’t said anything that bad, did he? It was probably just that you were touchy and emotional whenever you had alcohol in. It had to be that.

* “Ugh, whatever” he muttered while trying to avoid his shocked expression show. He didn’t needed this, he could get any friend he wanted. If MC wanted to act like a child, so be it.

* Asmo was doing good. Great, actually.

* He used to spend so much time with MC he almost forgot how many people wanted to be with him!

* He had a different companion every lunch, a group of demons following him around when he went out shopping and don’t even get him started about the invitations to go out he had almost every night.

* Wanted to do his skincare routine with someone? No problem, a demon is arriving before he could even begin to ask him. Asmo wanted to have a shopping spree and needed someone to ask for opinion? The demon that was in his history class was there.

* He didn’t even thought about your fight for days!

* Until he saw you eating near the fountain with the twins and Mammon.

* He was on his way to meet another group of demons who asked him to eat together that day. Too into his own mind to realize you were there before seeing you foreground.

* It was… weird. The way you were hanging with his brothers felt different than his recent lunch dates.

* You were sitting in the grass, Beel by your side, eating a burger and fries at the same time, Mammon in front of you talking about something he ignored and Belphie laying in your lap, falling asleep with a smile in his face while he commented something he couldn’t decipher either. You laughed and started caressing Belphie's hair. You started talking with a smile plastered in your face, one that made Asmo feel strange.

* When was the last time he had any meaningful conversation with the people he had been hanging out with? He tried to ignore it, but most of the time they wouldn’t talk or would just praise whatever he would say.

* He hated the upsetting feeling that was settling in his stomach. He hated even more that he j ew how he could fix it.

* That day he ate alone.

* And his after school meetings didn’t went very well either. He had a couple of demons getting a spa treatment with him, in a salon full of people, but he never felt more alone.

* After 30 minutes of demons listening to him bickering about nothing in particular, he decided to try to recreate the kind of atmosphere he had when hanging out with the MC.

* “So… have any of you done anything interesting lately?” The demons looked at him, confused “Nothing as interesting as the things you do everyday, Asmodeus.” One of them answered with a smile plastered on their face. “Well, but like, none of you do anything outside of waiting to hang out with me?” They looked at each other and shook their heads “you don’t have any good stories to chit chat about? A new series you started watching? A weird fixation you know way too much about?” “Do you want us to have some of those? We could create something right now!” Asmo fought to keep his sadness hidden. “Ugh… no, forget it. It’s not the same” he let out a sigh, “let’s just get this over with.”

* That night Asmo felt lonelier than he did before. It wasn’t just the fact that he noticed how empty those demons were, it was the fact that none of them was as interesting and comfortable to hand around as you, MC.

* And whats even worse, none of them stay around enough. They like Asmo for what he has and gets, not for who he is and what he has to offer outside of his lust and social position.

* Yes, a lot of people want to hangout with Asmodeus, avatar of lust, but not a lot of them want to stay with Asmo. And even if they did, none of them are you, MC.

* The next day Asmo convinced himself that he needed to get back his situationship with you.

* Even if he had to accept he fucked up and needed to apologize.

* He tried, he really tried to work up the courage to go and talk to you, but, weirdly, he felt nervous.

* What if you realized you actually were better without him? What if you had actually replaced him with his brothers? You did look happy these last days.

* And what’s even worse, he could never catch you alone!

* He tried to talk to you before the first period, but you were too busy hanging around Satans locker, helping him carry some books back to the library.

* During lunch Diavolo and Bsrbatos were all over you, talking about some human realm festival that was happening next month.

* And in the classes you were together, you had already found other partners for every activity. It was frustrating and infuriating. What did everyone else had that he didn’t?

* “… so this is how Levi feels, uh?”

* But finally, and after waiting for a long time, he caught you alone reading in a bench while waiting for Mammon to walk home together after class.

* He took a big breath before walking to you, hands in his side and lips pursed

“Hey, Mc. Can we… talk?”

You raised your face yo look at him and he felt nervous for a minute. This was so unlike him it was making his tummy feel weird. “I suppose.”

Asmo sat down in the bench, letting a small silence cover your conversation. “I’ve missed you, MC” “really? Didn’t seemed like it” Asmo intertwined his fingers, “yeah, I know. I’ve spent all week looking for ways to avoid thinking about you, but I’ve failed, clearly.”

You looked at him before turning your face back to your book. Asmo felt frustrated, too many feelings in his chest but only so much he could express with words. “I’m sorry Mc, I really do. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it, and to realize that I could never replace, not even if I tried” You turned the book back down and he took that as a sign to keep going. “I really thought about everything I do remember from that day and even though it’s not much, I know I can be a little difficult to deal with when partying and I’m sorry, I must’ve gutted you pretty bad, but I don’t want yo be that person again, I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Asmo exhaled and kept going this time getting a little closer, “It’s completely okay if you don’t want to forgive me, really. I hurt you, and I never want to be that person again. I swear, if you give me another chance, this won’t ever happen again. I don’t want you to feel unappreciated ever again.” He took your hand, slowly, trying to see if there were any signs of resistance. “And I just… I wanted you to know that you are important to me and nothing could ever replace you. I want to do better for you because you’re worth it.”

You looked at Asmo for a really long time before actually breaking a little smile, tears gathering in your eyes. “Oh Asmo.” You went in for a hug, that Asmo quickly deepened, pulling you as close as he could. “That’s all I wanted. For you to say you’re sorry and to acknowledge my feelings. I don’t want us to grow apart.” “Me neither! Do you know how boring and sad my days were without you around?” You laughed a little, your face buried in Asmo's neck “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” “Hey Asmo, it’s okay. We’ll work on it together, okay?” “Yes, please. I don’t want us to fight ever again”

Asmo let you go after a while, holding you by the shoulders. “So, spa day to celebrate?”

Asmo has really grown on my these past months

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pvffinsdaisies · 4 months ago

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UK & Ireland as Olivia Rodrigo songs

Plus OC’s in a reblog 💕

ENGLAND: making the bed

“Want it, so I got it, did it, so it’s done. Another thing I ruined I used to do for fun. Another piece of plastic I could just throw away. Another conversation with nothing good to say.

And I thought it, so I said it, took it cause I can. Another day pretending I’m older than I am, another perfect moment that doesn’t feel like mine, another thing I forced to be a sign.

Well, sometimes I feel like I don’t wanna be where I am, getting drunk at a club with my fair-weathered friends, push away all the people who know me the best, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

And I’m tired of being the girl that I am, every good thing has turned into something I dread, and I’m playing the victim so well in my head, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

(…)

And I tell someone I love them, just as a distraction, and they tell me that they love me like I’m some tourist attraction. They’re changing my machinery and I just let it happen, I got the things I wanted it’s just not what I imagined.”

IRELAND: Can’t Catch Me Now

“There’s blood on the side of the mountain, there’s writing all over the wall, the shadows of us are still dancing through every room and every hall. There’s snow falling over the city, you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made. Yeah, you think that you got away

But I’m in the trees, I’m in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. You’ll see my face in every place, but you can’t catch me now. Through wading grass, the months will pass, you’ll feel it all around. I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere but you can’t catch me now.

Bet you thought I’d never do it, thought it’d go over my head. I bet you figured I’d pass with the winter, be something easy to forget, oh, you think I’m gone ‘cause I left…

(…)

You can’t, you can’t catch me now, I’m coming like a storm into your town. You can’t, you can’t catch me now, I’m higher than the hopes that you brought down!

(…)

There’s blood on the side of the mountain, it’s turning a new shade of red. Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don’t burn the way you expect. Yeah, you thought that this was the end.”

NORTHERN IRELAND: brutal

“And I’m so sick of seventeen, where’s my fucking teenage dream? If someone tells me one more time, “enjoy your youth!” Im gonna cry. And I don’t stick up for myself, I’m anxious and nothing can help, and I wish I’d done this before, and I wish people liked me more.

All I did was try my best, this the kinda thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset. They say these are the golden years, but I wish I could disappear, ego crush is so severe. God, it’s brutal out here.

I feel like no one wants me, and I hate the way I’m perceived. I only have two real friends, and lately I’m a nervous wreck. ‘Cause I love people I don’t like, and I hate every song I write, and I’m not cool and I’m not smart and I can’t even parallel park.

(…)

Got a broken ego, broken heart. And god, I don’t even know where to start.”

SCOTLAND: get him back!

“I met a guy in the summer, and I left him in the spring. He argued with me about everything. He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he’s 6’2 and I’m like “dude, nice try.” But he was so much fun, and he had such weird friends, and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end, another song, another bar, another dance, and when he said something wrong, he’d just fly me to France. So, I miss him some nights when I’m feeling depressed, ‘til I remember every time he made a pass at my friends. Do I love him, do I hate him? I guess it’s up and down, if I had to choose, I would say right now

I wanna get him back! I wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad. I wanna get him back ‘cause then again I really miss him and it makes me real sad. I want sweet revenge and I want him again. I wanna get him back!

(…)

I wanna key his car, I wanna make him lunch, I wanna break his heart and be the one to stitch it up. Oh, I wanna kiss his face with an uppercut, I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks!”

WALES: enough for you

“And I knew how you took your coffee, and your favourite songs by heart. I read all of your self-help books so you’d think that I was smart. Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. I knew from the start this is exactly how you’d leave.

You found someone more exciting, the next second you were gone. And you left me there crying, wondering what I did wrong. And you always say I’m never satisfied, but I don’t think that’s true, ‘cause all I ever wanted was to be enough for you.

And maybe I’m just not as interesting as the girls you had before, but god you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. I’d say you broke my heart, but you broke much more than that, now I don’t want your sympathy I just want myself back.

(…)

Don’t you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don’t you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? But don’t tell me you’re sorry, boy, feel sorry for yourself ‘cause someday I’ll be everything to somebody else. And they’ll think that I’m so exciting, and you’ll be the one who’s crying.”

#Scotland’s isnt about anyone in particular #it’s just the vibes #tbh wales isn’t the most accurate #but Olivia only has two albums so I had to work with what I’ve got #can’t catch me now however is perfect for Ireland #I will not take critism on that one #hetalia #hws uk bros #hws ireland #hws england #hws northern ireland #hws scotland #hws wales

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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Liability Part 4; Finale

Pairing: College Student!Rafe Cameron x Cousenlor!Reader

Summary: Rafe wakes up the next morning feeling extremely sorry and awkward, so much that he pulls himself out of his hangover to be on time to his therapy session with the reader. She's pretty shocked to see him but after a cathartic conversation, they talk more over dinner and things take an interesting but well awaited turn.

Warnings: S*M*U*T (fucking finally), swearing, trauma, angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol, MINORS DNI.

Word Count: 7.4k

A/n: I love this chapter. It took me so long to write because IT'S SO LONG and I think it's very much worth the wait. This one is directly dedicated to @tee-swizzle cuz she needs this more than anyone😌

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

Rafe,

I know my couch is uncomfortable. Please don’t make fun of me if you wake up with a ton of pinched nerves and sore muscles. I work at a public college, I don’t get paid enough for a good couch. I also wanna say, please drink water as soon as you get up, I’ll leave a bottle next to you just because I really don’t want to have to clean up a ton of throw up when I get home.

I’m also gonna go ahead and cancel your appointment this morning with me since I think you’ll probably have a pounding headache and an overwhelming hangover. I don’t want you to feel rushed or like you’re obligated to come, especially with what happened last night. I’ll write it on the report that you’re sick and spiking a fever, no one will ask questions.

Speaking of last night, we should probably never talk about it again if you think that’s for the best. You might not even remember (I hope you do though because that would be really awkward for me to have to explain why I’m so jumpy). I don’t want you to feel embarrassed because I know you were drunk and I don’t want you to feel bad or like you took advantage of me. I don’t regret bringing you home and hearing you out or giving you a place to crash. Please don’t be mad at yourself for being honest with me, I really appreciate that you came clean about some things and I’m hoping that you’ll start to do that more.

You can text me when you’re up, I’ll be back at 2:00. If you wanna stay on the couch all day, that’s okay too.

I never would’ve thought Rafe would be a snorer.

When I left this morning, he had an arm draped across his eyes, shielding the sun that was shining through the curtains from his face and his chest was rising and falling in simple breaths. He had shed his shirt in the middle of the night- which was a pleasant shock to wake up to- so the snoring wasn’t the only shock. I was shocked to see his sweaty, glistening chest in the sunlight, strong pectoral muscles twitching with every move of his body and it didn’t take me long to make the connection that he is an athlete and that I shouldn’t have needed the confirmation of seeing him without a shirt to realize that he’s, well, hot.

It took everything in me to look away from him and pry myself out of my apartment, wanting nothing but to call off and baby him the whole day, ask him questions about his childhood, his mysterious daddy’s girl of a sister, his dad. I also fought the urge to go through his phone and pull out Josh’s number so I could chew his ass out for leaving Rafe in my care.

Or maybe I should be thanking Josh.

I have no clue if Rafe will actually want to talk about what transpired between us, the way he looked at me- held me- and the way that his lips fit so comfortably against mine. I genuinely thought I was a bad kisser until he pressed his lips against mine and I felt myself giving up complete control, allowing him to guide me and, with the mindset that his control put me in, I would’ve allowed him to guide me all the way to my bed. Or the nearest flat surface. I want to know what he thought about it, what made him actually want to kiss me and if there’s more to our relationship than our professional one, even though that’s sort of a given at this point.

It was hard to focus on my clients all morning, checking my phone every once in a while to see if Rafe had finally woken up (and didn’t asphyxiate in his sleep) and read my lengthy note but even now, as noon approaches, there’s no messages from him, zero.

In a small moment of weakness, I decided that I wasn’t going to cancel his appointment, wondering and silently hoping that he would crawl his way to the campus and stumble onto the couch in front of me in time for his meeting but I’m starting to lose hope with every ticking minute of the loud, obnoxious clock behind me. Is this how Rafe always felt waiting for meetings to end?

My phone loudly buzzing beneath me has me jumping, waving one last time to the student leaving my office before immediately checking who the notification is from. A wave of relief washes over me at the realization that Rafe didn’t die of alcohol poisoning in the last few hours and my heart aches as I watch a plethora of messages come through from his end.

Rafe: I’m so fucking sorry.

Rafe: Please don’t hate me, I need you to not hate me right now.

Rafe: I’m such a fucking idiot.

Rafe: I remember everything after we left the bar, but it’s all still foggy.

Rafe: What did I do? Are you okay?

Rafe: I see you reading my messages, please fucking reply.

My fingers shake as they hover above the screen and I try my best to type out a half-assed reply, knowing it won’t help but it’s all that my brain can piece together right now. I all of a sudden can’t stop thinking about him sitting in my living room, looking at the spot in the floor where he had me pressed against the wall and hands exploring my body. I too can picture him there, laying on my couch, biting at his lip while staring, wide-eyed at the screen in front of him.

I’m not mad. I don’t hate you.

I press a hand to my chest, trying to ease the searing pain that sits right where my heart pounds, watching the bubbles appear and disappear on the screen. I can feel my heartbeat in my stomach as I lean back into my chair, attempting to get comfortable and try to calm myself down, telling myself that I’d be okay if all of a sudden he left my life but I’m not so sure I know if that’s true or not.

Rafe: I kissed you.

“Fuck.” I mutter to myself, looking up from my phone and at the lava lamp in the corner of the room, trying to steady my breathing as I think of something to say, something that’ll be vague enough to dismiss that is happened but that will also give him the clear to talk about it if he wants to.

I think it was mutual Rafe.

I feel like a middle schooler with the way that I’m giggling to myself, folding my legs underneath me in my chair as I shove my notebook off of my lap, reaching up to rub at my forehead. We could’ve gone on and acted like it never happened, that we didn’t slip into each other last night, almost too far. We would’ve continued our sessions and he would eventually be cleared to move on and never see me again. It could’ve been simple and we could’ve kept it professional.

So what is it about each other that makes it impossible to stay away?

My heart has to be going fast enough to kill me or at least send me into cardiac arrest, chambers pumping way faster than the rest of my body can keep up with and I feel my head wobble on my shoulders, finally resting my head against the wall for a moment with my eyes closed, waiting for the next buzz of my phone which comes shortly after.

Rafe: You kissed me back.

I snort, letting myself type the first thing that comes to mind but before I can, another message comes through that makes me laugh even louder, earning some looks from the students passing by my open door.

Rafe: Enthusiastically.

Mhm.

I was more than enthusiastic to kiss him, especially once I realized how badly I needed to kiss him once his lips were on mine. It’s amazing that we didn’t fall into each other sooner but maybe there was something deep down in me that realized that there would be no going back and it’s true. Now that I’ve kissed him- that I’ve tasted him- I never want to know a day where I don’t fall into his arms and give into him.

It feels like an addiction.

Rafe: And you’re not mad?

No.

Rafe: Are you just dismissing it because I was drunk and not in my right mind?

I pause, a chill running down my spine as my mind spins, wondering if he’s going to tell me how much he regrets how he got so drunk that he kissed me and how he never would’ve kissed me if he wasn’t so upset and vulnerable. Is this it? Is this the moment where my chest caves in and I have to end our professional agreement because I let a kiss make me feel so attached to him?

Were you not in your right mind?

Rafe: I wasn’t but, even when I’m in my right mind, I think about kissing you.

There it is.

The confirmation that it’s not in my head and that he wanted me as much as he’s always wanted me, alcohol aside. The same thing that brought him to the bar last night, the feeling that made him open up to me in the car ride home and the feeling that finally gave him the guts to kiss me. I could go with it, assuming that he doesn’t regret it and that he’d do it over again the same way if given the opportunity but there’s this annoying, nagging feeling that suffocates me to the brink of typing out my insecure question.

So you don’t regret it?

Rafe: Nope. Do you?

“Fuck, thank god.” I let out a breath of a relief that seems to pull the plug on all of my anxiety, my shoulders rolling as my chest deflates. All of the tension I’ve held onto all morning oozes out of me and I no longer feel the tension sucking the life out of my lungs.

No. Do you regret telling me things about yourself that you would’ve normally kept to yourself?

I already know that his answer will be something along the lines ‘of course I’m mad at myself but whatever’, knowing that it’s for the best if I have as much information as I can, especially if we’re still on track to getting him help and figuring out what’s made him such a loose canon. If I had any guess, I’d say his dad is the flame and Rafe’s always been the loyal moth who gets burned when he gets too close. But, like anyone who wants validation from their abuser after years of abuse, he’d do anything to impress his father.

Rafe: I’m a bit mad at myself but the cats out of the bag and I know you’re not gonna let it go.

You know me so well.

His side goes quiet for a moment, bubbles popping up and disappearing again until everything stops and I huff, a frown tugging on my lips. I expected more banter, more playfulness or teasing about how willing I was last night but based on the desperation hinted in his first few messages to me this morning, his attention must be elsewhere.

–

A knock on my now closed doors has my eyes flying open, drool on my chin being quickly wiped off and I take a second to look around, realizing I must’ve drifted off for a bit. I stumble up to my feet with a groan, running a hand down my face before opening the door.

I can barely process Rafe standing in front of me before his arms wrap around my waist, tugging me up and into his arms in a bone crushing hug. My hands hover for a moment over his back, processing the fact that in just a half an hour, he’s here, in front of me, clinging to me like he needs me.

He needs me.

In seconds of response time, wrap my arms around him tightly, fingers dragging up and down his back as his back rumbles in quiet cries. I try my best to bite back all of the questions- ‘how did you get here’, ‘why are you crying’, ‘what took you so long’- and instead, I press a simple kiss to the side of his head with a pained sigh.

“I needed to see you.” He mutters, head tilting so he can tuck his face in the crook of my neck, breathing me in as I do the same, finally feeling the tips of my toes touch the ground once more. He reaches back to shove the door closed with a loud thud, his hand cupping the back of my neck as I arch my body into his. I can feel his racing heartbeat and how his breathing mellows after a few moments of being in my arms but he doesn’t make any move to let go of me.

“I’m here.” I tremble, feeling his shoulders droop at my confession. He sniffles loudly and his arms finally slack from around my waist, settling me completely on the flat ground and he leans back to look down at me. His cheeks are flushed cutely and his beautiful eyes are lined with tears and an angry shade of red tints the whites of his eyes.

“I’m on time for our appointment. Did you cancel it?” He asks, reaching up to rub at his eyes.

“No, I was hoping you’d still come. Didn’t expect to be swept off my feet though.” I giggle, feeling him let go of me completely before taking a hefty step back, linking his hands in front of him as he awkwardly sways, suddenly recovering from showing such blatant emotion.

“Sorry, I just-”

“No, it’s okay.” I smile as softly as I can, hoping that he won’t take my surprise as disappointment and run out of here as soon as he gets the wrong idea. “Why do you look like you’ve been crying?” I ask softly, sitting down in my chair as he plops down onto the couch with a huff, running his hands along the top of his head with a sad laugh, sniffling loudly as I pass him a box of tissues. I had him in my arms and now he’s feet away from me. Too far from me.

“I was a mess in the taxi on the way here, poor dude didn’t know what the fuck to say to me.” He looks over at the lava lamp briefly and for a second I think he’s going to start crying again just at the realization that it’s lit and shining brightly beside him. Before he can break down again, I call out his name calmly.

“Rafe-”

“I need to talk to you.” He pleads, cutting me off, and his voice hints with a bit of desperation and I can hear that he’s so close to breaking. He looks up at me with a pitiful look that has my heart aching painfully in my chest. “I just need you to listen, no notebook, no snarky comments.”

“Okay.” I nod immediately, leaning back in my chair to get comfortable but he holds a hand up to me, swallowing deeply before a bashful look passes through his expression with a shy smile.

“Another thing-” He sighs, scoffing internally at himself as he scoots over on the couch. “Can you not sit all the way over there?” I can’t fight the excited beat of my heart as I think about being so close to him again, my body heating up and my thoughts running painfully fast but in all the best ways.

“Off the record talk?” I ask with a teasing grin.

“God, please just get over here.” He begs, and my body lifts immediately to step around the table that was separating us, lowering myself down beside him. I gulp at the way that his arm extends on the back of the couch beside me and I instantly turn my body and curl my knees up to my chest so I can face him. “I don’t really know where the fuck to start.” He rubs a hand over his face and, to help, I reach out to place my small hand on his bicep, capturing his attention and seemingly calming him down.

He takes a deep breath before speaking.

“When I was 10 my doctor thought I had bipolar or BPD or some shit. When they talked to my dad, he shut them down because he didn’t want them to know that the most well known guy in our town was actually beating the shit out of his eldest kid.” I can already feel the bile rising in my throat and I can tell that this talk isn’t going to be easy on Rafe but it’s also going to be nearly impossible for me to hear about him being hurt for so many years on end without any help or advocacy. “I knew that there was something wrong with me, Rose made snarky comments about it all the time, I asked my dad for help a lot- I told him that something wasn’t right. I was just so fucking angry all the time at everything.” His hands shake unsteadily in his lap and without thinking, I reach out to take his hands in mine, gripping them tightly as a reminder that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. “I’d key cars, I’d smash windows, I’d break shit, I’d beat the living crap out of people and there were always reasons but not that justified that big of a reaction.”

“You were lashing out because of how you were being treated. You would’ve rather gotten negative attention than no attention at all. It makes sense, it’s valid.” He nods at my words but doesn’t seem to let them process, his chest rising and falling in a strained breath and I can tell he’s trying to muster an appreciative smile.

“I started cocaine at like seventeen. My dad knew, he bailed me out a few times when I’d fucked up and forgot to pay dealers. He didn’t get me help, he didn’t offer me help. He just wanted me to shut the fuck up and stay out of his way. I could do anything I wanted if I just stayed out of his way.” Fuck he’s way worse than I would’ve anticipated. This boy needs years worth of trauma therapy. “Sarah hated me because I did such bad shit to her friends, things that I should never have wanted to do and she swore that I was just taking advantage of my dad. What she didn’t realize is that, every time he took his shit out on me, he wasn’t taking it out on her or Wheezie. They never saw it, they never saw how badly he had me fucked up. Rose did and she just didn’t care.”

“Rafe you were dealt a shit hand from a young age and, though you claim to have done horrible things, you still protected your sisters no matter how they felt about you. That takes courage.”

“I did everything in my capability to help without it being a nuisance. I did the bare minimum, I was lazy. And my dad was just getting so sick of dealing with me and getting me out of trouble so he told me, I had to apply to colleges and that he would pay for it but I had to get out of his hair and his house. I didn’t have an option.” He gulps, eyes meeting mine in a disheartened, broken look and I find my heart cracking in my chest. He looks so small, so helpless as he scoots impossibly closer to me, his arm now closing in around my back to rub between my shoulderblades. “It’s why I do the bare minimum to stay here to avoid making him mad but I never wanted to be here. When he found out about our sessions, he got afraid that I would open up to you about him and that a case would be opened up against him because Wheezie is still a minor and you’re a mandated reporter.” Dots connect in my head, dots that I should’ve put together before but I didn’t. “He wanted to beat it into me that, to keep the family together, I had to man up and suck it up.” His voice wobbles and cracks as a few stray tears escape his eyes, my hands immediately reaching up to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing his tears away. He sinks into my touch, shoulders relaxing a bit as he leans into me. “Stop looking at me like that.” He mutters with a gentle, boyish pout.

“Like what-”

“Like you’re sorry for me.” His hand reaches up to rub at the back of my neck, thumb brushing beneath my ear, the touch soothing him.

“I’m not as sorry for you as I am sorry for your dad when I stick my fist down his throat.” He cracks a smile finally, eyes fluttering shut in a brief moment of relief and I allow myself to finally relax against him, the tension in the air soothing a bit.

“I think that’s adorable.” He whispers, fingers fisting the back of my shirt as he leans completely into me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck once more. I rub his arm soothingly, hesitantly pressing a comforting kiss to his temple, lingering a bit against his skin.

“You didn’t deserve any of it. Maybe you deserve to be in counseling, maybe you deserve some rough love- I don’t know. You don't deserve to lose a parent and then get the shit beat out of you for years on end.” He nods but I’m still not completely sure that it’s something that he believes. It takes years of trauma therapy to undo all of the abuse that he’s gone through and I highly doubt my words of encouragement will do much in the grand scheme of things. But if I need to be the first one to tell him that he’s loved and cared for and deserving of all the good things in life, then so be it. “I don’t know about any of the bad things you did, I don’t want to know. What matters is that you make a conscious effort to not be that person anymore. If you need help, you get it. If you need to talk, you talk.” He nods once more and I can feel damp drops falling onto my collarbone but I choose to not say anything. “Are you still doing, uh…”

“No, not in a while, maybe a year.” He replies, reaching up to rub the tears from his eyes, sitting up with a loud sniffle. “I know I need help, I’m just not ready yet. Not until I know that I don’t have to go back to my dad, that I don’t need to rely on him anymore because if I try to get help now while I’m still so attached to him, it won’t help.”

“Okay. We’ll get you there when you’re ready.” His brows furrow briefly, confused at my words and my lips part, wondering if I said something wrong but before I can apologize, he speaks.

“We?” He asks, a little breathless and taken back, a slight red dusting to his cheeks.

“You think I’m gonna run away now that I know you’ve got some skeletons in your closet?” I tease, reaching out to pat his cheek sweetly, thumb brushing against his collarbone.

“You don’t even know half of it.” He scoffs, eyes lowering to his lap in a bashful look.

“Are you still that person?” I ask and he shakes his head almost immediately.

“No.” I shrug and he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re not freaked out?”

“Am I still here?” I ask him and he smiles softly, realizing the point I was getting at. “I’m still here, even after you cried and almost threw up in my mouth. My mouth, Rafe.” The memory hits him like a ton of bricks and he buries his face in his hands with a groan and a small laugh.

“I would not have thrown up.” He mumbles into his palms and I can see the red blush crawling down his neck and beneath his shirt. “You’re such a tool sometimes, god.” He reaches out to playfully shove me but I catch his hand, pulling him back towards me with a wicked smirk.

“You love it.” I whisper, holding his eye contact in my gaze and I can almost see his eyes clouding over, eyes flickering down to look at my lips. The memory of kissing him last night floors me and I fight the strong urge to lean towards him and kiss him senselessly.

“Yeah I guess I do.” He whispers breathlessly, swallowing roughly before blinking out of his haze. “Are you almost done here? I could, uh, buy us take out?” He offers with a bashful grin, his fingers slipping in between mine.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

–

“You’ve never had wonton soup?” Rafe asks me, shoving a wonton into his mouth with his chopsticks, giving me an incredulous look from across the couch. I shake my head with a simple smile, taking a bite of my sesame chicken, humming at the delicious taste. “You wanna try?” Rafe asks, holding a wonton out to me by the ends of his chopsticks and when I reach out to take them from him, he backs away with a small tut.

Shit.

I bite back a wicked smile, leaning forward and parting my lips so he can feed the wonton to me with the most inappropriate look in his eyes, his gaze getting completely caught on the way that my lips enclose around the chopsticks.

“Shit.” He mutters, watching me intently as I chew and hum, nodding my head with every bite.

“It’s really good.” I nod, reaching out with my fork to stab a wonton out of his soup, plopping it into my mouth with a giggle. “Like really good.”

“Glad you like it.” He grins, bashfully looking down at his soup as the TV noise fills the empty silence around us. I can’t stop watching him, eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips like and he does the same when he’s regained confidence to look back up at me with wide, eager eyes. We’re both completely and utterly enthralled by one another and, like a spell has taken over us, we set aside our food, acting like we’re done but we both know it’s because we’re ready to move on. There’s an awkward moment that passes both of us wanting to make a move but unsure how to and I know that it’s going to take him making the first move for me to feel his lips on mine.

When our lips meet after a few moments, I can already tell that I won’t stop kissing him until I’m out of breath. I just want to be close to him, feel him on me, his lips, anything. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me firmly on top of him as I gasp quietly. The kiss is messy, needy, like we had been needing this for weeks and we have, the kiss last night was barely anything to hold us over. The minute his lips left mine last night, I’ve been waiting and dreaming of the moment where he’ll finally kiss me again and, given the hungry urgency behind his lips, I can tell he feels the same way.

Like I need air, water, I need him against me.

I moan quietly as his hands slip down, winding around my thighs to hoist me further on top of his lap before flipping us over on the small couch. I squeal with a giggle, my head falling back as he drops down on top of me, strong arms caging me in.

He’s on me in a minute, his body sliding on top of me as his lips find mine. I grip the back of his shirt, feeling his lips parting gently to deepen the kiss and I whimper as his lips leave mine just seconds later, trailing down to my neck as his hands wander under my shirt, cold fingertips making my arch up into him. He curses against my skin as his eyes flutter down to my parted legs that he fits so perfectly between, his fingers skimming against the material of my leggings. I watch him with parted lips, the room suddenly feeling ten times more heated.

“I can’t stand you wearing these.” His hands slip under my shirt to splay across my lower stomach, pushing up my shirt right under my breasts. His fingers dance against the skin of my abdomen, a shiver running down my spine as I arch into him, begging for him to do more of anything other than this simple teasing. His fingers gently slip lower and my head throws back in frustration as he dips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings, slipping beneath them completely as I let out a pathetic gasp. He moans quietly, my eyes dancing down to watch him palm himself gently and he looks back up at me, his eyes needy and his cheeks flushed. Without a second thought, he pulls his shirt over his head, a huge grin breaking out across my face as I tug him down to me. “I forgot you're a needy one.” He chuckles against my lips as I pinch his side, earning a quiet hiss from him.

“Shut up and fuck me, Rafe.” I whisper simply, his head pulling back to look at me with wide, teasing eyes, blue hues nearly completely taken over by his blown pupils, lined with lust and adoration. I shrug playfully and slowly at him, his head dipping in a quick head shake. Keep him on his toes, right?

“Are you sure you can handle it?” He taunts, his lips lowering to press against the hollow of my neck and I let out a breathless laugh, my fingers reaching up to grip onto his shoulders as he sinks his teeth into my skin. “You’re kind of loud.”

“I was pretty quiet thinking about you the other week.” I whisper, lying through my teeth but I know it’ll drive him crazy and it does, his kisses stalling as he sits up, his eyes dark and mischievous. In one fluid motion, my leggings and shirt are off and on the ground. My hands help him slip out of his pants as he laughs, leaning forward to press a kiss to my forehead, loving my greediness.

When he makes his way back between my thighs, nestling in so the outline of cock is pressing against my core, I moan, the feeling of him against me has my mind spinning and his hand gently reaches up to rest on my cheek, bringing me back to him, and his lips press against my other cheek, the skin heated beneath his lips.

“You’re mine...” He whispers, his hand slipping down my thigh to hoist it over his hip. I nod with a grin, my arms wrapping around his neck tightly. I’m not in the mood to play or tease him, I just want to feel him and to know that his words are true. “You’ve been mine. You’re all I think about.” He whispers, his lips skimming against my neck as I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders as an anticipatory anxiety fills my belly. His hand gently ventures under my bra, his fingers kneading my breast as my hips twitch up against him and I pray he’ll get the hint to stop teasing and to get on with it. Getting the hint, he moves away from me momentarily as I take the time to catch my breath, listening to him fumble with his boxers that are discarded onto the floor in a moment.

He’s slipping in me almost instantly, his hips stilling as he bottoms out and all I can do is whine.

“Fuck, Rafe- so good.” I whimper, my eyes fluttering shut as I cling onto him, hugging him tightly as his fingers reach around my back to unclip my bra, yanking it off of me as he breathes heavily. His lips move to focus on my breasts, lips skimming and tongue swirling around my peaked nipples, alternating back and forth between breasts as I whine and writhe against him. I tuck my lip between my teeth as his hips start moving, a small sigh leaving his lips as he thrusts. My hands find his cheeks so I can look up at him, wanting to capture every image- every smile, every blink, every whimpered gasp that escapes him- I want to engrain it in the parts of my mind that I can tuck away and keep with me forever, needing him close and needing to comfort that he offers me for the rest of my life. His eyes flutter closed from pleasure, head falling to rest on my collarbone and my lips press against his cheeks in quick, reaffirming kisses.

His thrusts are steady and controlled but he’s ever so deep, my walls hugging them like he was made to be inside of me, fitting my body like his lock to my key, and I can feel him slowly opening up with every thrust. His body relaxes a bit against mine, shoulders slacking as he drops a bit of weight onto me and I take it willingly, loving and memorizing the feeling of his weight on me. I love the sound of his moans and breathy whimpers so much that I feel myself biting my tongue to listen to him.

“Don’t be quiet.” He whispers, his lips capturing mine in a brief kiss and I nod, realizing that I wanted to hear him but didn’t even think for a moment that he might want to memorize my moans, the way my body moves- I’ve been depriving him. Poor man. I contemplate saying something snarky in return but instead I feel his fingers slip down in between us so that he can rub sensual circles against my clit as I squeal, his hand flying over my mouth with a chuckle. “C’mon, loudmouth- I know you can do better than that.” He taunts breathlessly, his hips snapping against me with such power it has me seeing stars, possibly from the lack of oxygen or just from the intensity of his thrusts and the electricity that’s sparking between the two of us. Between that and his skillful fingers, it wouldn’t be long before I was completely done for, him following closely behind I’m sure. “Fuck, so wet.” He groans, finding my lips in a messy kiss as I feel every vein of him thrum against me, arousal-filled blood pumping through us at an unholy pace. “It was so hard not to just tear your clothes off and fuck you dumb on that stupid couch at your office.” I mutter a quiet ‘oh my god’ at the thought of him sitting there across from me, wondering what it would be like to touch me because I was doing the same. I was sure I was going to hell for it but… “You wanted me just as bad didn’t you?” More, I wanted you more than you could ever imagine. I want you more than you could ever possibly imagine.

“Yes, Rafe.” I moan, fingers skimming up his back and all the way up to his hair, dragging my fingers along his scalp which draws a long, drawn out moan from him, his hips snapping harder into mine as his hands grip my hips, slamming into me full force. He leans up onto his knees so he can look down at me, spine straightening as his eyes widen, watching my breasts bounce with every filthy drag of his cock.

“Yeah? Tell me how much.” He orders and I blank, dirty talk coming up completely and utterly short just when I need it. For all the times I imagined this, I wondered if I would take control and have him completely at my mercy- I was so off because I can barely form words as I watch his abs tense and his jaw grind as he gawks at me.

“I wanted to ride you- fuck.” I get cut off by a firm slap to my thigh, core twitching around him at the sensation and he chuckles, hand soothing up my stomach and past my sternum, fingers gently wrapping around my throat in a simple move that has me clenching hard around him and it almost has me spiraling towards my orgasm too soon.

“Go on.”

“Wanted you to choke me, call me yours.” It’s as if he reads my mind because he lets out an incredulous laugh at the position we’re already in, fingers tightening their hold just the slightest bit as I gasp, eyes rolling to the back of my head and I struggle to find the right words. “I just wanted you- want you. Fuck I can’t think.”

“You just wanted me to take care of you, huh?” He asks, suddenly slowly his thrusts drastically and I feel myself trying to chase the speed he once maintained, hips wiggling to find any sort of friction. “Take care of you like you’ve taken care of me?” He slides back down on top of me, hands caressing my cheeks as his lips press gentle, bashful kisses to my cheeks, my nose and finally my lips. “I’ll take care of you, baby- I’ve got you.”

The pace that he takes next is brutal, snapping against my hips in a calculated way as shameless squeals leave me, his deep grunts only spurring me on. “Rafe, shit, I’m close.” I whimper, tears pricking my eyes as I throw my head back, my hands gripping onto his shoulders as much as I can to help myself stay grounded firmly to the couch, fearing I’ll twitch and tremble right out of his grasp. His fingers don’t stop against my clit, rolling it gently, as his thrusts slow drastically once more, his movements subtle and deep as my thighs tremble. “Please.” I plead, my jaw dropping in a silent moan as his nose nudges mine.

“Was that a please?” He asks with a small laugh and my head bobs in an obedient nod. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me up and towards him as I squeal at the new angle, the new feeling taking me over completely. He swallows my loud moans with his lips, messy, open mouthed kisses that leave me hurtling towards the burning heat pooling in my abdomen and his own groans increase as my walls flutter around him. “Come on, I wanna feel you cum.” He whispers breathlessly, my chest heaving out a breath as I topple over the edge, my lips detaching from him as I mumble incoherently.

I tuck my face into his neck as I tremble, feeling him fill me up effortlessly and quietly as he falls over the edge soon after, the feeling of him seeping out of me- dripping down my thighs- it makes my whole body, my mind too, feel so warm and fuzzy. Complete. I feel as if my whole body is vibrating and I cling to him, his weight resting onto me as he catches his breath. He stays inside of me, warm and safe as his arms wrap around me, hugging me nearly as tight as he did earlier when he surprised me at my office. I smile softly, my hair sticking to my cheeks as I press a simple kiss to his freckled shoulder, never wanting to leave his side again.

I love the feeling of his bare skin against mine.

I can feel it lowering my heart rate, calming my mind and my once rapid breaths. I could get used to this hazy feeling of being pressed against him, his cock softening inside of me as we made a mess of my couch, not caring for one second that we’d have to address our feelings later on.

He pulls away from me gently, a bashful smile on his lips as I giggle, reaching up to cover my face out of embarrassment. He lets out a similar shocked laugh, his forehead resting on my collarbone as we laugh together. I shake my head, the fact that we just did that shocking me to my core. “Fuck.” He whispers, his eyes flickering around the living room as he looks down between us, licking his lips as he thinks for a moment. “Stay still, don’t make a mess baby…” He trails off, both of us suddenly aware of the feeling of a familiar substance dripping out of me and onto the couch beneath us. “Bathroom?”

“Uh, yeah, over there.” I motion to the door on the far side of my wall, a quiet sigh of relief leaving his lips as he picks me up in his arms, cradling me to his chest without slipping out of me.

As we get cleaned up, I watch him intently with a soft smile, leaning back onto the cool counter beneath me as he cleans himself up, occasionally looking over at me to toss me a playful wink. There’s something so domestic, so wholesome about this moment right now, both of us in our most vulnerable forms with bright, flushed smiles on our faces. He catches my watchful eyes every once in a while, a shy smile on his lips but, even under my heated gaze, he's managed to pull his boxers back on and hand me his shirt to put on, his back muscles flexing as he rests his arms against the counter beside me. I urge him to step between my legs and he does, back in the same dangerous position we were in on the couch nearly twenty minutes ago. I wrap my arms around his neck, linking my ankles behind him as I smile softly, giving him a playful tilt of my head, almost saying ‘what next’?

“You good?” He asks, lips pressing against my forehead and he lingers, breathing my closeness in.

“More than good.” I whisper, my eyes fluttering away from him as I chuckle bashfully. “Fuck that was like really hot, wasn’t it?” I ask with heated cheeks and his eyes rolling playfully at me as he scoots me towards the edge of the counter, his hips fitting even closer between my thighs as he grins.

“Yeah, really fucking good, doc.” He whispers, the nickname forcing my eyes to roll but my sass is quickly disregarded at his lips pressing against mine in a short kiss. “You’re mine.” He adds once more, more sternly than the last time he said it but it only makes my smile grow wider and I nod my head quickly, knowing every word is true. “Say it.” He orders against my lips, my hands cupping his cheeks as he waits patiently.

“I’m yours, Rafe.” He snakes his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug and, smiling like an idiot, I hold onto the happy man- my happy man- in front of me, both of us just happy.

Both of our paths led us here, right now, to this moment. All of the fights with his dad, my troubling college days, getting harrassed at the bar, Rafe being shipped off to a college he thought he’d hate, keying a professor's car- it led us to one another so how could we possibly complain?

Rubbing his back gently as he holds me, I can’t help but to throw all consequences, giggling to myself as I whisper, “so how about that pay raise?”

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vivaladicamillo · 2 years ago

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Okay so I don’t know why but I’m just so fixated this idea? I can imagine a female reader, being the first and only girl in the jackass crew and also being apart of wildboyz. Her, Chris, & Steve-O are all attached at the hips obviously and maybe one day after filming for Wildboyz they all go back to the hotel and clean up, have a big smoke sess and it just leads to these two tag teaming her while there all high as hell? (Which btw I feel like it’s very much a common occurrence 🤭 especially if they’re in like a poly relationship)

STEVEO/READER/CHRIS PONTIUS IMAGINE

im literally so obsessed with this idea, know that chris and steve-o were so close anyways it always makes me giggle. sorry i didnt get to do this sooner i have had a kidney stone and have been super sick bc of it, welp enjoy!! this is also my first ever like actual written out smut so sorry if its absolute shit but i have the writing skills of a idiot so….

WARNINGS: cursing, drinking, talks of drugs and alcohol, and smut

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ok so u, steve-o and chris have always been pretty close

yall all met through the first season of jackass

u were good friends with steph so she invited u to go watch her and the guys do stupid shit

and ofc u wanted to participate

so u go onto set looking around for her

instead u see two half naked men just chillin, standing around

after some first awkward glances u meet with steph and watch everything unfold

everyone was in the middle of a type of field with a huge loop that ppl were trying to ride with skate boards and bikes and shit

it was actually super cool

after a few hours of filming in the hot sun u pretty much were beat

u walk over to ur friend to tell her u think ur gonna head out for today

but little do u know the two guys from earlier are also friends with steph

so the four of yall get to talking

and u learn that the one man whos tan, in pretty good shape and is now wearing bunny ears and a flower bra is chris pontius, and the other bald man wearing a cheetah speedo is steve-o

they both invited u to join them to get ihop after the shoot

and just like that a trio was born

the three of u were always together

either just chillin, partying, or filming

u guys were never apart

u were the only one out of the three who actually had an apartment

so the two mostly (basically) lived at ur house

after the seasons of jackass ended steve-o and chris ended up doing a spin off called “wildboyz”

obviously u were still gonna be with them

u do hella cameos in wildboyz

u do all the shit that the guys are too pussy to do

swimming with alligators, sharks, bears rlly anything

also when steveo didnt wanna jump off the bridge with wings on, u def did

so lets set the scene

after doing some filming in australia, the crew and u three decide to go out on the town in melborne

just doing some bar hopping

eventually the crew gets tired and drunk and go off back to the hotel room

not the three american idiots tho

u steveo and pontius are just having a grand ol’ time drinking, goofing around and just having fun

it seems awesome

until pontius ends up fist fighting with some random guys which leads to steveo also getting involved

that gets everyone kicked out the bar

after some mumbling and complaining from the two u bring up a solution

“hey lets just go back to my room, i brought some weed we could go smoke or something..”

it was a absolute yes

who says no to weed?

the three of u go back to ur hotel room and smoke 2 whole joints together

yall were HIGHHHHH

the three of u guys were just in a cluster on the cheap ass hotel rug, giggling and cracking jokes till way into the night

the thing is, when ur high, u tend to get a little touchy

so little touches on chris’ chest while laughing here and accidently touching steveos thigh there

totally innocent touches

things start to get a little intense tho

longer eye contact from chris, steve-o trying to make u laugh more

and just like that steve-o has u in a bear hug, ur back to his chest while chris is next to u guys

after u calm urself down from having a giggle attack

u look over at chris

“have i ever told u, u have a pretty face y/n” chris says

u kinda had to stop in ur tracks a bit, only bc ur surprised

“yea, ur right chris, i also never say how good u smell dude, its like heavenly” steveo chimes in

u start to get a little nervous

yea u thought ur two friends were super hot but u werent gonna tell THEM that

“yea its probably because i actually shower, unlike u two” u giggle trying to ease the tension

“im serious y/n, ur actually gorgeous, ive just never told u like out loud in person before” chris says

ur face starts to turn bright red

“guys wha-“

“aweee chris ur making them blush” steve-o chuckles

at this point ur beat red, and a little sweaty

ur just baffled bc u know all abt the type of ppl chris and steve-o go for, you the last person u would ever think they would even come close to saying that stuff too

“hey, lets put a proposal on the table” steveo says, snaking his hand around ur waist

“its been a hell of a night, why dont we end this shit off right, chris? y/n? u down?”

“LIKE SEX?” u blurt out in ur intoxicated state causing the two guys to burst out laughing

“yes y/n, like sex” chris says

welp who knew this was gonna happen

ur two best friends wanting to fuck u??? like what?? how did this happen

i mean u were already in steveos lap, having his hand wrap around ur waist as his head rests on ur shoulder and chris on the opposite side of u playing with ur hair, curling it in between his fingers

“fuck it” u say, turning to chris

chris leans in and starts kissing u

eh well not kissing

more like very drunkly making out

steve-o starts kissing and licking on ur neck

all this is making ur face bright red

and tbh making u hella turned on

u eventually crawl out of steveos lap straddling chris

he runs his hand up ur shirt and up the small of ur back, steveo then helps chris take off ur shirt and ur bra

steveo then starts massaging ur breasts while whispering sweet nothings into ur ear

u pull away from the two

“guys i really think we shouldnt do this on the gross ass hotel room floor, the room comes with a bed for a reason” you say

the two look at eachother then look at u and nod

chris throws u over his shoulder while steveo runs ahead and plops down on the bed

chris then puts u on the bed, leaving u in ur jean shorts from ur guys night on the town

chris then unzips ur shorts and looks up at ur for permission

u nod and he starts kissing down ur stomach, taking off ur jeans and panties as he does

chris starts to eat u out while u push ur back into steve-o

u go to tangle ur fingers into chris’ hair

steveo quickly takes ur wrists into one hand

“awee come one sweetheart ur giving him all the attention” he chuckles

u turn to him, not even able to make out a word bc of how good chris is doing

who knew that he could eat pussy like THAT

u lock lips with steveo and u both moan into the the kiss

chris pulls away from u

he gets up and crawls onto the bed with u and steveo

damn good thing u got a king bed with ur room

u turn to straddle steveo, grinding against him as u do causing u both to groan

u pull away helping steve-o get his pants off

u look over at chris and hes already intensely watching u too, dick in hand

bc thats just how he rolls

u take steve-os cock out of his boxers, lick up his shaft then get on top of him

u put his tip at ur entrance and slowly sink down onto him

u both moan at the feeling

as u start to ride him, u turn to chris once again and hes slowly stroking his dick, once u really get a look at it u realize how big he is

“hm what? u like what u see sweetheart?” chris mumbles in between moans

u nod, still riding steveo, feeling urself slowly creep towards release

steveo then pulls u off him

“i feel like this isnt fair, i shouldnt have to keep ur gorgeous body all to myself, thats just selfish.” he beckons chris over

“turn around” steve-o says

u do as he says, chris now on the bed in front of you

“whats wrong darling? u look like u want something, dont be shy” chris says caressing ur cheek to make u look him in his eyes

god u couldnt get enough of his big beautiful eyes

“yes..” u say lowly

“what was that? i cant hear u?”

“yes chris, please.” u say glancing down at his dick

while this is all happening steve-o is just groping ur ass

“ohh u wanna suck me off dont u?” he rubs his thumb across ur bottom lip “ofc u can, anything for u”

u lean down to his dick, putting it in ur hand and giving it small licks here and there

as ur ass is up in the air, right in front of steveos face, he pushes himself back into u, fucking u from behind

u start to take all of chris into ur mouth, moaning as u feel steveos hand reach for ur clit

the room was just filled with moans, groans, and the sound of skin slapping, steve-o and chris just making intense eye contact the whole time

“ah fuck y/n just like that” chris mumbles as u take his whole length down ur throat, gagging

steveos thrusts start to speed up quicker and u feel like ur going to cum and minute now

u pull off chris’ dick with a pop, jerking him off in place of ur mouth

“shit, im-“

u dont get to finish ur sentence before u feel urself cum all over steveos cock

steveos fucks u through ur high, pulls out and cums on ur back

then a few minutes later chris came onto ur face

after the three of u have calmed down from ur highs, chris gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom to clean u guys up

well mainly u

after u three all get into bed and fall asleep, u cuddling into chris’ chest and steveo spooning u from behind

“man we should do that more often” steveo says

and u guys sure did

after that night u three all kinda agreed to be a thing, u recommend a poly relationship which they didnt know much about but were completely down for

they both are in love with u (and lowkey eachother) so it was a win for everyone involved

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ok hope yall enjoyed! as u can tell i cant take smut srsly at all ive never rlly written smut before at this detail level so i just kinda went with it, hope its not too bad. im also way to lazy atm to read over this for mistakes so ima just got with it, please keep recommending stuff for me to write! its very fun!

#jackass #jackass x reader #chris pontius x reader smut #chris pontius #chris pontius x reader #steveo x reader #steve o #steveo x reader smut

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 1 year ago

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Seal anon here and wow that valentines day ask was fun to read! It was so much fun! Also I just got an idea...sorta inspired by that.

Imagine if mc, who doesn't wanna be alone on valentines day and wants to show their friends love (like how people say 'i love my friends' and/or 'i love my bestie!') and appreciation for their friendships (bonus idea if you want, mc enjoys the single life), they throw a valentines day single friends party! That way all the single cookies and mc get to have fun playing party games, enjoying the freedom of being single together and basically all hang out as friends! Basically, show that valentines day is for all types of love...love between lovers, love between friends...and mc just assumes this will just be a fun party with fun party games and food and drinks and cake and thinks all will be a fun time....

Uuuuuuntil cookies start taking advantage of the party, seeing it as a golden opportunity to spend time with mc and try to woo them!

Or if you want a more interesting plot...say one of the mini games is well...someone dresses up as cupid and everyone has to run away and hide from the arrows and if you get shot by cupids arrow, you lose! Lmao! Wonder how the cookies would act to a game like that!

YOU KNOW WHAT?

THE BAR COOKIES.

Tw: Herb drugs his bros, not really Yan I admit.

Imagine Herb, Sparkling, Mint Choco, and Vampire overriding their friendship for quite literally a contest in love.

Herb probably tries to be all “good guy” and gives MC of course, a flower as a gift. He’s probably calling their little party decorations cool too.

Don’t mind the sleeping herbs he puts in the others’ drinks. (Pun not intended). He just wants to spend extra time with you!

I’m sorry, like genuinely sorry because Sparkling was my first healer in kingdom but- HE SCREAMS PICK ME GUY TO ME. I don’t know why, but he does.

He probably is all like “MC, I don’t know why, but I’m such a good guy, and yet no one wants to date me! I’m so sick of it! Because I know I would be a good boyfriend!”

Vampire…Honestly I feel he is gonna be so wasted he just randomly starts flirting with MC. Like, heavy flirting. It’s so bad that even the other members are concerned.

Unknown to the rest of the guests, Vampire knows his flirting would be justified as him being simply drunk, when really, he’s been thinking of those lines since he’s gotten an invitation.

AND OF COURSE MY ULTIMATE KIN- He’ll just randomly play an instrument (piano or violin) while he’s bored. Especially if everybody else is drunk. At first, he’s just playing while staring at his playing but soon he’s trying to slowly get your attention.

He probably rehearsed for the last week on this one piece he’s trying to serenade you with. He likes to ask what you notice about the piece, it lets him know how well you were paying attention.

These guys would also have a fight in the backyard with nothing but their alcohol tolerance and “hoes before bros” ideology.

(You know that cringe stereotype where someone plays outside the window of someone’s bedroom? Mint Choco probably does that.

…Lowkey think it would work. Except if I did it I would get called by the police-)

- Celina

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riahlynn101 · 4 months ago

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Vanweek - Day Two: "Princess."

Day 2 of Vanweek pt.2! Thank you so much to @vanessaverse-official for all their hard work!

Hope you guys enjoy :D!!

Gregory giggled, skipping ahead. The sheet covering him fluttered in the wind. He had insisted on going as a ghost, and against Vanessa’s best judgment, she let him.

The night was warm - rare for Halloween - and throngs of parents and kids traveled up and down the brightly-lit street. A slight breeze kept her from overheating in her dress. A large princess gown that Luis found while out shopping with Gregory. She didn’t exactly want to dress up like a princess, but….

(“You can be a princess, Mama ‘Nessa,” Gregory said, his big brown eyes staring up at her. “Please? I wanna go trick or treating with you, papa Luis, and daddy.”)

Vanessa inwardly groaned at the memory. How could she ever possibly say no to that adorably cherubic face, huh? The answer is she can’t. Not now. Not ever.

Luis got out of dressing up, only because he had to leave work to meet them. (The pizzaplex is oddly strict about their employees having any sort of fun or whimsy while on the clock). And Evan couldn’t leave his job in time for trick or treating, but Vanessa promised him that he could take Gregory next year (more like threatened, if she’s being honest).

“Mama ‘Nessa?” Gregory asked.

“Yeah?”

“When will Papa Luis be here?”

Vanessa pulled out her phone, tucked away in a miniature handbag that came with the dress. “Uh…” She checked through her messages. “Looks…like any minute now. Do you want to start without him?”

Gregory shook his head. “Nuh, uh.”

She eyed the hordes of children everywhere, grabbing handfuls of candy. “You sure? There’s a lot of children already.”

“Mhm, I know. But I want to wait.”

Vanessa smiled. “Okay, let’s find a spot to sit then.”

-x-x-x-

Day turned to night. The sky darkened and dark gray clouds covered the moon. Kids started to leave, their bags full. And porch lights shut off.

Vanessa grew antsy, which in comparison to the eerily calm four-year-old, probably seemed kind of funny. She checked her phone for the twentieth time in five minutes.

“Gregory,” Vanessa said. “It’s 8:30. Trick or treating ends at 9.” She scooted closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He took off his sheet when they sat down, it lay across his lap. “I know you wanted to wait for him, but if you want to-”

Gregory hopped off the bench, dragging his costume along with him. “Don’t worry, Mama ‘Nessa, I’ll go get Papa!” He took off, sprinting down the slowly darkening street.

She gasped, memories of lost children coming back to her. Vanessa scrambled to her feet. “Gregory!” She hollered, but the boy was long gone. “Shit,” she cursed.

Hiking up the skirt of her ridiculously puffy dress, Vanessa did her best to run after him.

Wind whistled through her hair, and sticks broke underneath her work shoes. The small number of people congregating on porches or in front yards didn’t pay her any mind, either too focused on securing the last little bit of candy or too drunk to care.

“Greg-o-ry!” She shouted, desperate and terrified of what sort of dangers that could lie in wait for a little boy. Her foot caught on an uneven part of the sidewalk, sending her to the ground.

The tiara Gregory had painstakingly placed on her head flew off. Vanessa could feel a sticky wetness and a stinging pain radiating from her palms and knees. Her stomach roiled. She didn’t want to see. The idea of seeing….that….dripping from an (most likely superficial) wound, made her want to throw up.

“Vanessa?”

Despite the familiarity of the voice, she startled. Vanessa sniffled, rubbing the back of her hand over her eyes. “‘M okay.”

Luis bent down. He held Gregory in his arms. “Your hands,” he muttered.

She shook her head. “I…I don’t want to look.”

Vanessa could feel his eyes on her, as if searching for something. A memory. A recollection. But she had nothing except the faint sickness in her gut, reminding her of the blood on her hands.

“Okay,” he said, hitching Gregory up a little higher. “Let’s get you guys home.” He helped her up, using his one available arm to support her.

-x-x-x-

A while later, after Luis took care of her knees and hands, they settled together on the couch. A halloween-themed movie played on the TV. One of the few that all three adults deemed was okay for Gregory to watch, and not one that Vanessa had ever seen before.

A mostly empty bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table in front of them.

Gregory laid asleep, sprawled out across them. His head lay in her lap, while his legs lay across Luis. Near immediately after they arrived home and put a movie on, he conked out.

Vanessa stroked his hair. The terror she felt earlier still hadn’t all subsided, and only the constant reminder that Gregory’s okay, gave her a slight reprieve from her worries.

“How’s your hands?” Luis whispered.

Vanessa quirked an eyebrow. “...Fine….I guess.” She still couldn't bring herself to look at her hands, even though the injury was cleaned and bandaged. “Thanks for cleaning them up. I don’t think I could have….” she trailed off.

“Anytime,” he answered, understanding her completely.

“I do kind of feel bad.”

“Why?”

“For ruining halloween for Gregory.” Her fingers continued to comb through his hair. “He didn’t even get any candy.”

Luis laughed, laying his hand over hers. “I don’t think he cared about the candy.”

“Wha-” It hit her then, staring down at her pseudo-son’s peacefully sleeping face. Even in his sleep he looked happy and content. She looked at her boyfriend. “He wanted us.” Her eyes burned and tears threatened to fall. “He wanted us all together,” she warbled.

Luis tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “And, if we’re assigning faults, I would be most to blame. I lost track of time trying to troubleshoot a sound problem for the main stage. I should have paid more attention.”

“It’s fine,” she murmured. “All’s well, that end’s well. And besides,” she said, “I think tonight was a success in all the ways that matter.”

#vanweek2024 #fnaf fic #fnaf au #vanessa and gregory #vanessa x luis #fnaf sb au #tw blood #tw minor injury #tw past trauma

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dancersmirrorball · 5 months ago

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Chappell Roan The Rise And Fall Of A Midwest Princess Sentence Starters

Tracks 1-5

"Let's get coffee, let's meet up."

“I’m so sick of online love.”

“Got what you wanted, so stop feeling sorry.”

"Dude, can you play a song with a fucking beat?"

“I just want you to make a move.”

"Fell in love with the thought of you."

"Baby, why don't you come over?"

“I heard you like magic.”

"'Cause after midnight, I'm feeling kinda freaky."

“I love a little drama.”

“Everything good happens after midnight.”

"That's my type of fun, that's my kind of party."

"It's where I met your family, some words were exchanged."

“I know that’s a lie.”

“I’d rather feel something, than nothing at all.”

"We've done this before, and I don't need it anymore."

"My friends call me a loser."

“I have anger issues.”

“Is it casual now?”

"I know what you tell your friends."

Tracks 6-10

“Never waste a Friday night on a first date.”

"But there I was, in my heels with my hair straight."

"He/she/they didn't ask a single question."

“Not overdramatic, I know what I want.”

“I don’t want the world but I’ll take this city.”

"Baby do you like this beat? I made it so you'd dance with me."

“I try not to care but it hurts my feelings.”

"Order up, I'm hot to go."

"We broke up on a Tuesday."

“You’re running your mouth.”

“People say I’m jealous.”

"Six months since April and I'm doing better, no need to be hateful in your fake Gucci sweater."

"It's ritualistic, counting lipstick stains where you should be."

“I need you around.”

"Do you picture me, like I picture you?"

“Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say.”

"I guess we could pretend, we didn't cross a line."

“But ever since that day, everything has changed.”

“And love is a kaleidoscope, how it works we'll never know."

"And it'll just take time, to go back being friends."

Tracks 11-14 + Good Luck Babe

“It’s gonna cause a scene.”

"God, what have you done?"

"I'm gonna keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Club."

"You're always on my mind."

"New crush, high school love again."

"Don't touch, I'll never cross the line."

“And we both know, we’re getting drunk tonight.”

“Could go to hell, but we’ll probably be fine.”

"I stretched myself across four states."

"I trade amber clay roads for the sea foam and the endless sun rays."

“If it hasn’t happened yet, then maybe you should go.”

“I let you down.”

"Learned it on the internet, wheels turning in my head."

“Sometimes I scare myself.”

"So shame on me and shame on you, I fantasize what we would do."

“And oh my god, you are heaven sent.”

"You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth."

"I don't wanna call it off, but you don't wanna call it love."

"You can say it's just the way you are, make a new excuse, another stupid reason."

"And when you think about me, all of those years ago; you're standing face to face with 'I told you so'."

#chappell roan lyric rp #lyric rp

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busterheadspace · 2 years ago

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Idk if you’re still doing this but I love angst and i love inside job soo..

Being slammed into a wall? With Reagan for the fic thing? Maybe it’s her dad or sm. And maybe a little comfort with Brett on the side? So I don’t die

Rand being an asshole to his daughter and Brett comforts her. Yes please

Note:Request are open. Bad Things Happen also open. Send an ask if you want something!

—-

This couldn’t be real.

Reagan took a swig of champagne to calm herself down. She was going to drink it tonight but not like this. She paced back and forth in her living room trying to take deep breaths. It was the middle of the night and she couldn’t sleep. She was too scared to sleep

What was she going to do now? Her father was the CEO. Not after she just kicked him out of her life. He had total power over her and the company and the world. There was a reason Rand was fired before! He almost told the whole world about the Deep State!

She considered killing her dad but what would that do! Give the power to her mom!? Her mom might be a little better but she would abuse the power and use it wrong. All this thinking made her mind spin and she finished half of the bottle.

The door creaks and Reagan stops in her tracks. Only two people have access to the house. The first one was probably asleep at his house, the second one.. she never wanted to see again. The door opens and Rand comes walking with a grin.

“Hey.., Jelly Bean.” Rand slurred. His breath smelled like booze and his movement was off. She glared at him

“Get out of my house! I’m not letting you back in!” Reagan shouts pointing at him.

“I’m not asking for that.” Rand replies. “I just want to celebrate with my daughter with my big promotion. It’s really great isn’t it? You drank the champagne early”

“Great!?” Bastard.. He took so much from her. “You took MY promotion! I worked so hard for it!”

“Well.. we know who’s the better Ridley, don’t we? I just wanna make you’re okay after my promotion.”

“No!” She threw the champagne onto the floor. It shatters into many pieces of glass and whatever liquid inside lands on the carpet. But that didn’t matter. She felt so nervous and she couldn’t show it to the man who messed her up so badly. Rand began walking toward Reagan however she doesn’t notice as she begins giving him a piece of her mind

“You messed with my mind! You took away my first friend! You made a robot friend that traumatized me with hugs! The same fucking robot destroyed Cognito! I lost my promotion because of you sick bastard!” Reagan screams. However Rand sneers and grabs onto her arms. A threatening glare on his face that made Reagan freeze. Her dad hadn’t grabbed her like this a long time.

“I did all of those as a favor. Without me, you have been an average person working a whole lot of nothing in the world! How about you show your old man some respect for helping you!” Rand pushes Reagan harshly toward the wall near the couch.

She tumbled into the wall and winced at the pain her head and back felt while falling onto the floor. Something lands on her hand with a shatter and she hisses, opening her eyes. Her brain and heart nearly stopped, once realizing it was the family photo she still kept around. Her parents and her as a little kid. The dad she looked up to when she was younger.

Now the dad she had was staring her down , heavily breathing and drunk. It made her feel like she was that young kid. Scared to speak up or do anything against her dad in fear he would make fun or yell at her.

So Reagan stumbled to her feet and ran out of the place she considered home. She kept running until she was out of breath. Knowing Rand had the key to her house, it didn’t feel safe anymore. Her mind couldn’t come up with anything to say for him to leave.

Although where was she going to stay for the night. She prefers not to wander the neighborhood or sleep on the sidewalk. She didn’t bring her wallet or phone. No money for a hotel.. The only option she could think of was.. staying at one of her coworkers places. The nearest one was probably Bretts.. She really didn’t want to bother him this late but.. what choice did she have?

—-

A fifteen minute walk and Reagan was at his place. Part of her was hesitant to go in but a small part of her also wanted him by her side. She rang the doorbell a few times.

Hearing quick footsteps come louder and louder, the door opened and a tired Brett was in front of her. He looked surprised and quickly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Reagan? Why are you here so late? What happened to your hand?”

Her hand? She looked down and realized that her hand was bleeding and a few small shards were in there. She shrugged and quickly went in. The door closed but Brett followed her questions.

“Did something bad happen? Why aren’t you asleep? Are you okay after what happened with your dad today? I know you’re not but..”

The last question made her stop and hold her breath. It reminded her of what had happened earlier. Brett looked at her worried and quickly put a hand on her shoulder. He could feel her shaking.

“Reagan, sit down. Let me deal with your hand and then we can talk.” Brett mumbled and guided her to the couch. He grabbed a first aid kit he had from the bathroom and returned back.

“I’m going to pull the glass out first. Are you okay with that..?” Brett asked grabbing the injured hand

“Yeah....Do whatever..” Reagan mumbled, looking away. She didn’t want Brett to see her emotional state. Then again, she came to his place, he was going to fuss over her. A stupid oversight she made

Brett started plucking the glass out with tweezers. Every pull made Reagan hiss quietly but he didn’t say anything. Something went wrong when she returned home. He’ll ask her later. The shards were out now and he cleaned the wound with a cloth and bandages it.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Brett asked. Reagan pulled her hand into her chest and looked down. She opened her mouth but nothing came out and she started shaking again.

“Woah, hey, it’s okay. It's okay.” Brett reassured and turned her to face him. “You don’t have to talk but-.”

“Rand came over.” Reagan mumbles. Brett’s eyes widened but he nodded for her to continue “He., just started taunting me about me losing the CEO position .. and.. I tried to get him out of the house but..” She stopped to take a breath. “He grabbed me and pushed me into the wall. The picture frame I had of us as a family fell onto my hand.. and it felt like I was in elementary school. Scared of my dad when he was angry.”

Once Reagan was done talking, she felt Brett hugging her tightly. He whispered a few apologies.. even though he did nothing wrong. It made a few tears come out but she quickly wiped them away.

“Everything is going to be okay..” Brett whispered. ‘You didn’t do anything wrong this time. You saved Cognito..”

“I lost my promotion..”

“It’s the Robes fault for losing someone as awesome as you as CEO.”

Reagan sighed. “Maybe..they did. Maybe they didn’t. I’m not sure now.”

“Well.. I think they did. You would be a great CEO. But maybe we should focus on going to bed. Did you bring anything with you?”

“No.. I ran out of the house. I can’t stand being there. It feels like Rand is watching my every step”

“You can stay here as long as you want.” Brett smiled. “I have some extra PJs you can wear and then we can sleep.”

Reagan gives him a weak grin before following him to his bedroom. She wondered how the world would be once Rand starts being CEO on Monday . But maybe she should just focus on this right now. Sleep, and Brett.

#inside job #reagan ridley #rand ridley #brett hand #breagan #eh #can be implied #bad things happen bingo #tw: injury #tw: glass #inside job fanfic

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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Cuddling/Snuggling Masterlist

2am (ao3) - cthink Calum/Ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Calum can't sleep.

That is, unless he's with Ashton.

broken glass and cuddles (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton G, 700

Summary: Luke breaks a glass, cries, wakes Ashton up and ends up with a big cuddle and finally a good nights sleep.

Front Door Key to my Heart (ao3) - sheepytho Luke/Calum T, 3k

Summary: Touring countries together in an upcoming boyband can be difficult for these four boys from Australia, and opening up to each other about pressured feelings is the best way to relieve some of the growing stress.

hang up the telephone (and just be here with me) (ao3) - bellawritess Luke/Ashton T, 1k

Summary: The rain wakes Ashton at seven in the morning, but the phone buzzing on the bedside table is what rouses Luke.

Home Sweet Home (ao3) - mikeyspankme Michael/Luke T, 1k

Summary: Michael takes Luke home.

if it's all a dream, don't wake up (ao3) - lifewasradical Michael/Calum G, 5k

Summary: Calum dreams of it all, but front and center, as always, is Michael, smiling and holding his hand through every scenario. Calum’s always sought out Michael in times of comfort, something he thinks will never change, regardless of how old they get and how many years they spend together.

Or, 5 times Michael tells Calum to go back to sleep and the one time Calum tells Michael to go back to sleep.

It's cold in the nameless city tonight (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton G, 2k

Summary: Random grumpy Ash runs off during tour and worries the boys.

Lay With Me? (ao3) - louluke Luke/Calum G, 1k

Summary: Luke moves out to Portland for a writing gig and falls in love with his roommate/co-worker Calum.

midday cuddles (ao3) - calumhood (orphan_account) Michael/Ashton G, 441

Summary: michael has a bad day and ashton knows exactly how to help.

More Than Just Cuddles (ao3) - HPFangirl71 Luke/Calum E, 1k

Summary: When Luke says he wants to cuddle, Calum knows he really wants more but its Calum who wants it all from Luke.

Put Your Arms Around Me Baby, And Squeeze (ao3) - senioritastyles calum/ashton G, 1k

Summary: "Are you sure, Ash?" Calum asks for what sounds like the millionth time that night.

Ashton sighs deeply, rolling his eyes from his bundled up position on the sofa, the flashing TV casting shadows across his face. "Cal, I'm sure. I told you, I'm not feeling so great and I don't wanna go and then have to leave an hour later because I'm sick. I'll be fine, just go and have fun."

Calum's mouth twists into an expression of slight distress but he sighs back and nods. "Alright, but if you need anything just call me and I'll be back in no time."

Or: Calum is drunk and he misses Ashton.

The Sun Goes Up On The Wave You Ride (ao3) - senioritastyles OT4 G, 1k

Summary: Luke snorts a laugh, his eyes still closed serenely as Ashton's hands keep drumming against his skin and they seem to pick up a more discernable speed and rhythm, one that sounds like it belongs to something rather than just something random out of Ashton's mind. It's the beginning of a song, one that Luke knows but can't quite pick out just yet, so he hones in on the feeling and tunes out the sound of Calum talking.

"Ash, will you do me next?" Calum asks softly, watching the blanket ripple just slightly with the movement of Ashton's hands.

"What, you're gonna leave me?" Michael counters from behind him, sounding entirely disgusted by the idea of Calum not being in his arms.

Calum turns and looks at Michael over his shoulder. "Unless you know how to do it..."

Or: OT4 tummy drummy because what could be better than that.

Thunderstorms. (ao3) - unattached Luke/Calum G, 1k

Summary: There's a thunderstorm and Luke can't sleep, but it's a good thing Calum is there to help him.

when we're resembling cutlery (ao3) - forforever (preciousthings) Michael/Luke G, 863

Summary: sharing a room with michael is one of the most interesting parts of touring, to luke at least.

you complete mess (ao3) - jetblackash luke/ashton N/R, 1k

Summary: Luke walks in on Ashton cuddling a lot of random cats.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #fluff #cuddling #cuddling masterlist #masterlists

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yoan-portfolio · 1 year ago

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Breaking Barriers in Love and on Stage: A Disabled Playwright’s Journey to Finding Romance

Disability undoubtedly adds a layer of complexity to the mille-feuille of relationships. However there is hope – as playwright Amie M. Marie tells in her almost Shakespearean tale of conquering new frontiers through her art – and finding the love of her life on the way!

Amie was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome at an early age and it immediately affected her view on the future. As a child faced with a diagnosis she hardly understood, she was uncertain about what possibilities life held for her in all areas of life – romance included.

Also known as Myalgic encephalomyelitis, Amie’s illness is hardly visible to the eye, but is characterised with extreme tiredness, which can interrupt the flow of daily life. She also suffers from Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.

However, she argues that her disability helped her fall in love for the first time… With the joy of storytelling:

“Before social media was particularly good, the Internet was not much of a social place for me, so I spent a lot of my time reading books.” said Amie.

“I then wanted to write storybooks for children and young adults. My dialogue, however, was not really good yet – because I was ill, I wasn’t going and hanging out with people.

“When I did get the chance to specialise in sixth form and university, I picked drama, so that I can get better at writing the part of stories, which I feel, because of my illnesses, I was weaker at.”

As Amie’s love for the theatre grew, she incorporated more disabled characters into her plays. One of them – 2022’s Scrounge – details into the disabled experience with UK healthcare – and went on to win the New Writing award!

While opening new worlds on the creative frontier, Amie admits her disability affected social interactions, especially with people who have not encountered similar conditions before.

“My condition is very varied – I don’t have the same energy every single day.” she said

“I might have to cancel dates really last minute with the same excuse every time. And people who don’t have a lot of experience with disability, they don’t have a lot of sympathy for what they think is a lazy excuse.

“People were more forgiving if I said i forgot, rather than “I very much remembered, but I am sick”. I had to figure out – when do I have to lie so people like me more, rather than admit that I’m disabled.” she laughs

When it comes to the dating scene, she admits it was not much different.

“When people were interested in me and ask me out on dates, I would put a lot of energy into looking good, which meant I didnt have the energy to be a good date.” said Amie

“I would put all this effort into trying different shoes, being like “I’ll redo all of my makeup, it doesn’t go well with this jacket I put on”. And then I look really good and I’m on time… and I’m tired, I’m done, exhausted.

“I already wanna go home and I’ve not even left. So I never had the energy on top of looking presentable to be receptive to fun, impulsive adventures, spontaneous conversations, being respectful and asking questions back.”

She spoke about the relationship between spontaneousness and the limitations of disabled people. With hikes and adventures, she felt chained to accessible paths, having to sit on a bench every-so-often, and overall predictability. Detours out of the question!

“Sometimes it feels very unfair as the disabled person, because why do others get upset that my life is limited? I should be upset!” she laughs.

“Better to be alone and happy than be with someone who is unhappy because I have disabilities.”

While navigating the world with a mobility condition is a daily challenge not everyone can take on, Amie said it was not the sort of “fun spontaneousness” the dating scene seems to enjoy:

“You have to be really good at dealing with pressure, coming up with solutions.

“But these things don’t make for very good stories. It’s not “I got drunk in Rome and I woke up in Portugal.

“They share that extreme feeling and can be dangerous, but they are not as exciting stories. So it doesn’t come across like you’re that exciting, when your stories feel like they’re in a different language.”

When I mention Amie’s partner of five years, her face lights up and she giddily announces:

“I’m so happy – we’re engaged!”

They both met during their drama degrees and were joined by a love for storytelling. However, he was no stranger to life-limiting conditions, as he had already been friends with people who suffer from them.

Amie admits she felt an admiration for the way he incorporated people from this walk of life into their work:

“The biggest thing for me was that he was already trying to incorporate disabled people into his art projects – just a very caring guy!

“It meant that I wasn’t a unique burden – I didn’t feel like this new terrible problem he was just trying to figure out.”

The lack of awareness around disability puts a toll on people taking on the dating field. Amie confessed she has felt torn between wanting to establish connections in the past, and wanting to educate potential matches on her condition.

“The fact that my partner already knew about disabilities helped, since I didn’t have to educate him about everything. I was not an educator, as well as a partner.

“When I shared my frustrations – he’s someone who’d read the whole hyperlink if I sent him one – he just took it as an interest of mine.”

She encouraged people to look past differences and embrace what they appreciate about each other. And most importantly, develop compassion to your partner and people around you – it will be sure to last:

“I always say disability is the only minority group you can join, so inevitably, if you love someone enough, you are going to become disabled together before you die. Get used to loving each other despite disability – including disability – in all of the ways that touch your world.

“I only got into storytelling because of my life-limiting condition and that led me down a path to meet my partner, who loves stories just as much as I do. I think stories helped him become so compassionate to different people, which made him become a suitable partner for me.”

“Being asexual and disabled has been hard to juggle, since a lot of the culture around being asexual is that it is just not possible. There’s something wrong with you, go to the doctor, get some hormones injected!” she laughs.

“There’s a special overlap between my sexuality and disability – but none is because of the other. It is something I’ve had to be very sure about, because of how it interacts with narratives of disability. I don’t consider them linked, but there is a medicalisation around it.

“Especially around high school when hormones hit and all your friends get interested in each other, you’re just like “I’m not having the symptom of attraction”. I was very much waiting for a diagnosis for sexuality in the same way, until I had to self-diagnose. I’ve been out for over 10 years.”

We all yearn for the connection of someone who just gets us and loves us for all we are. However, the dating field comes with no compass, and it can be easy to get lost – in our goals, desires and image of self.

Amie’s advice – enjoy the ride and do what you love – and companionship is sure to follow.

“In my experience, developing friends because you share activities you love, whatever those are, living your best life, will bring you to people similar to you.” she said.

“That is a great foundation for relationships and companionship. It’s not as easy as finding someone on an app who is magically good enough – it’s not immediate.

“But if you are receptive to this companionship – keep looking while enjoying your life, because you’ll find people who fit who you are, what you need and can do.”

While the “what belongs to me will simply find me” mantras that took over TikTok some years ago seem to have faded in our minds, maybe they had a point.

Perhaps the people that take us by surprise, sweep us off our feet and help us rediscover love in all its forms are just waiting for us, hopeful singles, to be truly ready to embrace self-love and enjoy ourselves! Maybe this is the only way we can truly appreciate what they will bring into our life.

“I’m in love with him – he’s a chef, a musician, a writer – every cliche! You know, like the Barbie movie that’s coming out. I’ve got the man in my life who’s amazing. I’m that level of crazy about him, but he is also everything on a wishlist I could have had. And I wasn’t even looking!”

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