#but then something broke in me and i wanted to go home to be where u are -> wanted to feel Jason’s arms around him

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FINDING HER WAY BACK HOME | alessia russo

i’m sure someone requested something with lotte and foxy from college era but i can no longer find the request or maybe i dreamt it idk but if not here it it anyways!

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alessia leaned back against the dorm room couch, her hand resting on her small bump as she watch lotte and emily animatedly discuss their future plans.

"i'm telling you," lotte said, pausing for a moment as both girls waiting for her to continue, "arsenal is where i'm heading after here. best club in england!"

emily rolled her eyes, "your so biased, arsenal's good sure but if you're really aiming for the best, you'd look across the pond. nwsl has the edge in-."

"emilyy, not again" alessia interrupted, laughing as she dragged out emily's name.

emily smirked, "fine but i'm staying in the u.s. anyway at least for now. but mark my words we'll all end up in london one day, we'll sign with a club together. it'll be epic"

"deal" alessia said softly, looking between her two best friends. "i don't care what club we're at as long as we're together again."

lotte grinned, "you'll have to hold out the talks with manchester united until you're ready to come back though."

"yeah, the deal with them is still early days" alessia said a wistful smile crossing her face. she loved the idea of returning to england and playing there but for now, football felt like a distant dream.

she had other priorities now - a tiny, growing priority who was going to depend on her for everything.

emily leaned forward, her serious side kicking in, "oh, speaking of priorities, less have you taken your prenatal vitamins today?"

a small groan came from the blonde, this had been the same conversation she would have with the american everyday. she wouldn't forget. "yes, emily"

"and the iron supplements? you've been looking pale the last couple of days."

"wow thanks em, but yeah i have"

"and you're drinking enough water?"

"yes, emily!" alessia said, exasperated but unable to hide her smile, her heart warming at the fact of how caring her friends were over her now.

emily raised an eyebrow, "don't 'yes emily' me you were standing for like two hours at that student center thing yesterday. you've got to take it easy less!"

lotte snorted, "your like her personal midwife"

"somebody has to be!" emily shot back, tossing a pillow at lotte as she giggled on, "she's carrying out honorary niece or nephew. i take my duties very seriously!"

—

after a long morning, and a few teary goodbyes mainly saying goodbye to lotte and emily who walked alessia to the further point they could in the airport before sharing a group hug, promising one another that they'd see each other soon.

alessia was finally settling into her seat on the plane, rummaging through her carry-on, pulling out the book emily had packed for her.

as she opened the front cover she noticed a bright pink sticky note with emily's neat handwriting sprawled on it.

‘make sure you drink water every hour, you're already bad enough at this on the ground, don't make me come 30,000 feet and lecture you! safe flight lessi.’ emily

a small laugh bubbled up despite her exhaustion, emily had never let up since the the moment alessia told them and alessia could never not be grateful for the two.

a couple hours later, the flight going somewhat smoothly apart from the fact alessia was finding it rather difficult to get comfy, as she kept having to get up every half hour to use the bathroom. luckily she was on the isle seat..

as the flight attendants handed out complimentary snacks, alessia reached into her own bag for her own stash she'd bought in the airport. as she unwrapped the granola bar another little sticky note fluttered out.

the one had a messier scrawl of letters on it, accompanied with a doodle of a football. alessia immediately knowing it was from lotte.

‘granola bar = good. chocolate = bad. unless you want me and em to tell your little one that their mum broke all the rule, only kidding. take care of yourself, okay? we love you.’ lotte<3.

shaking her head with a smile, alessia carefully folded the note and slipped it back into her bag. her journey back home continued as she found more and more notes that the two girls had hidden in her bag in unexpected places.

reminder to stretch her legs.

a reminder to take her vitamins (no guesses needed to guess who that one was off..)

a reminder to have a nap.

but finally she found a small handwritten card tucked into the side pocket of her bag, where she kept her headphones. the note being from both of them:

‘alessia, we're so proud of you. we can't even begin to imagine how hard this is for you but you're the strongest person we know. and we know that your little one is so lucky to have you as their mum, and we're are so lucky we get to have you as our best friend. don't forget we're only a call away — no matter what the time it is. this isn't a goodbye, just a see you soon. we love you so much! lotte and emily <3'

tears filled her eyes as she read their loving words. holding the note tightly as she pressed it to her chest, overwhelmed by the love and support they had shown her. looking up at the time left on her flight: ten minutes and she'd ben home.

—

when alessia finally stepped through the arrivals gate in london. her body ached for her own bed from the long flight and her mind was foggy with fatigue. yet her heart leapt when she saw her family waiting for her.

her brothers were the first to reach her, gio stood tall with a big grin on his face as he pulled her carry on from her hand. "what's this? didn't they charge you extra for the snacks you probably smuggled on board?"

"or is it baby stuff already?" luca added with a smirk, reaching to grab the trolley with her suitcases on, "bibs and tiny shoes?"

"hilarious" alessia said rolling her eyes playfully. normally she'd fire back with a quick comment of her own but she was simply too tired to engage as she let out a breathy laugh and muttered, "just make yourself useful and carry my bags would you?"

her lack of a witty retort made both her brothers pause, gio nudging luca with his elbow. "she'd either growing up or she's too jet lagged to care?"

"one hundred percent the second one," luca quipped back quickly.

mario was standing slightly behind them, giving her a warm smile as he silently pulled her into a hug. alessia closing her eyes as she leaned into his steady presence.

when he released her from the hug, he took one look at her tired face and gestured towards the doors of the airport, “let’s get you home, you can sleep in the car”

but before they could move any further, carol appearing rushing forward to envelop alessia into her arms.”

“oh my baby!” she cried, happy tears already spilling down her cheeks. her hands immediately going to alessia’s six month bump

“look at you, you’re glowing. are you eating enough? have you been taking those vitamins i told you about? and oh- names! have you thought about any yet? what about james or izzy? or-”

“mum,” alessia said with a tired laugh her voice soft but affectionate, “i’m too tired to think of names right now”

her mum wasn’t deterred, as she looped her arm through alessia’s and began walking in the direction of the car, her chatter filling the quiet night.

“that’s okay, we can talk about it tomorrow. did you know your gran suggested peter? i told her absolutely not and then your aunt said olivia, but that’s..” alessia let her mum’s voice wash over her, a small smile tugged at her lips.

she was home.

the drive back to kent alessia’s head was leant against the cool glass of the car window the air cool and a lot less sticky than the hot air from the states as alessia’s eyes half closed.

her brothers keeping up a low and playful banter next to her as mario hummed softly to the radio as he drove. carol keeping a watchful eye on alessia from the corner of her eye the entire way.

when they finally pulled into the familiar driveway of her childhood home, alessia felt a wave of emotion rise in her chest. her family bustled around her, her brothers unloading her bags as her dad quietly set up a spot for her to sit in the living room. her mum of course already started to plan where they were going to go for breakfast.

alessia sat back, her hand resting on her bump as she let the moment sink in. she was surrounded by love, laughter and warmth. this is what her baby was being welcomed into, a family surrounded by people who already cared so deeply.

for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt at peace. she was home and she couldn’t wait to welcome her baby into the world.

—

it was well past midnight when alessia finally sank into the soft cushions of her old bed, her body aching with exhaustion but her mind too restless to sleep.

her family has tucked her in for the night with promises of a big family breakfast in the morning, but the quiet hum of the house only made her miss lotte and emily even more.

reaching for her phone, alessia stared at the time. it was early morning in north carolina - ridiculously early. she debated whether to call, knowing she could leave a message and they’d get back to her later.

but before she could second guess herself, her fingers had already pressed the button.

to her surprise emily picked up after only two rings, her voice groggy but alert. “less? everything okay?”

“why are you awake?” alessia asked, startled at the americans accent and by the fact she actually answer the phone.

“it’s five thirty am,” emily muttered, “i have morning conditioning in an hour. why are you still awake?” alessia chuckled, that’s one thing she wasn’t going to miss in a hurry - the early morning sessions.

“i just got home and i- um couldn’t sleep. i wasn’t expecting you to answer. i was just going to leave a message.” alessia explained as emily had placed her phone down on the counter to fill up her water bottle.

“like i’d miss your call,” emily said her tone softening as the american glanced across her dorm room, “wait, here comes lotte.”

a moment later, lotte was on the screen a tired smile on her face but still filled with excitement to her see the blonde. “less! your home already? how was the flight? did baby behave? did you find the notes we left?”

“slow down lotte..” emily interrupted with a teasing smile, “let her answer one question at a time”

alessia laughed, warmth spreading through her chest, “yes i’m home. the flight was fine - long but fine. baby is all good, kicking my ribs but that’s usual these days. and yes i found all the notes. thank you for those by the way.” her voice softened, “i already miss you guys.”

“don’t make me cry at five am,” emily groaned, “it’s too early for emotions.”

“literally? who gave you the right?” lotte added, but her teasing tone couldn’t mask the affection in her voice.

alessia leaned back against her pillows, “it feels weird without you both. and em you’ll be happy to know my mum has already taken over your job”

"job?”

“mhm the constant reminders about vitamins and water” alessia replied a hint of amusement in her tone, “first you, now her. it like i have my own personal tag team of nagging.”

“poor you” emily dai, her voice mock dramatic, “you live such a hard life. imagine having people who actually care about you. must be terrible.”

alessia snorted as she rolled her eyes playfully, although the two on the other side of the facetime call could barely see by the blondes dimly lit room.

“don’t mind her less,” lotte said her voice light. “you know she gets snappy when she’s tired.”

“i’m not snappy when i’m tired.” emily protested as lotte and alessia both looked to each other and burst out laughing.

“you are..” lotte countered as she stopped her laughing, “but it’s okay we love you anyway.”

the banter made alessia smile so wide her cheeks were beginning to her. these two girls were her rocks, her family away from home. even though right now they were miles apart she felt their love and support as strongly as if they were sitting beside her — if not more.

“thanks for answering” alessia said softly, “i didn’t think you would.”

“of course we did.” emily said her voice losing its previous teasing edge, “we told you that you can call us anytime, less. even if it’s just to say hi, we’re here for you.”

“always,” lotte added, “now you need to sleep. you’ve got the whole growing another human thing to keep up with.”

alessia laughed as she could feel the baby kicking slightly, “okay okay, goodnight— or good morning.. i guess”

“love you less!” they said in unison making the blonde grin.

“love you guys too!”

as alessia hung up the room felt a little less quiet and her heart felt a little less heavy. even across an ocean her best friends were always there for her. with a content sigh she fitted off to sleep one hand resting on her bump knowing she’d never be alone in this journey.

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The One Where We Were On A Break

Note: Based on the 'we were on a break' episode from Friends. Let me know if you guys want a part 2.

Summary: You call a break after a stupid fight about Mason being jealous. Mason decides to go out and let some steam off but ends up sleeping with someone else. Mason argues you were 'on a break' so didn't cheat but you still decide to end it. What will happen when you have to meet again 6 months later? Will you be able to rekindle your relationships? Will you let all your feelings resurface?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 11.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Swearing and SMUT!

It had been a busy week well actually it has been a crazy 6 months! We have moved to Manchester with Masons transfer and Mason has settle in well to Manchester but it did put a strain on our relationship with the stress of his contract ending but we stuck through it together. I was worried about moving to Manchester as we would be so far away from all our friends and family and I would have had to change jobs but I promised Mason I would stick by him so I didn’t let my worries hit the surface and always put on a brave face for him.

I really struggled to find a job, I have been trained in a lot including management and admin but there wasn’t many jobs around at this time. Mason said he could probably get me a job doing something admin like at united but I wanted to be known for ‘me’ not just ‘Mason Mount’s girlfriend’ so I always declined saying that something would come up.

2 months after we moved I got a message from my ex’s best friend James. We were always close and I saw him like a big brother. He was good to me after me and my ex broke up and totally sided with me after he cheated and helped me rebuild myself. I hadn’t really spoken to him much since he moved to Manchester 3 years ago but he must of saw that I moved since it was all over the news that Mason signed for United. I quickly opened the message “Hey gorgeous girl how have you been?! Long time no see! I saw that you moved to Manchester we defo need to meet up! I wanna hear about everything especially that footballer boyfriend of yours! Let me know when you are free. I know you probably got loads of jobs fighting over you but we have a position at my company that has just become available, so if you are interested I would love to take you out to lunch to discuss it more? xx”.

I didn’t know what to say, this would be massive for me. James works for a high end mental health charity, they have won awards on how impactful they are, I have been seeing it all over James’ socials, this job would be ideal for me. I messaged James straight away accepting. James rang me right back telling me all about the job and we both arranged a lunch to discuss it further. I couldn’t wait to tell Mason, it all sounded to good to be true.

Mason is home early that day, as soon as he walks in the door I cannot stop the massive smile all over my face. “Wow that excited to see me are you?” Mason smirks coming over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist and placing a kiss to my lips. “I always get excited seeing that gorgeous face! But well I kinda got some news” .

“Oh yeah what is that?” Mason asks as he starts putting all of training kit down and comes to sit on the sofa.

“Well I kinda got approached about a job today!” I cannot stop the excitement in my voice.

“Oh wow baby that’s amazing!” Mason places a hand on my thigh and gives me a reassuring smile.

“Yeah it sounds amazing! The pay is INSANE, its only like 10 minutes from here. I will finally be able to start making a difference to people. Apparently the new operations manager is so awful so they reckon she will be leaving soon so you never know I could work my way up. Oh Mase honestly its so ideal, I got a lunch arranged tomorrow about it and they said I might even be able to start next week!” I couldn’t stop the grin that’s beaming off my face.

“Honestly y/n that sounds great. How did you find out about this?”  I felt my stomach drop I wasn’t sure how Mason is going to react. I have never given Mason a reason to doubt me but he wasn’t James’ biggest fan. He always thought James had a thing for me and became very protective around him. Mason has only met James a couple of times at my birthday parties or mutual events but every time Mason made sure to keep an eye on him.

“James” I reply sheepishly. I watched Mason’s face go into shock.

“James?.. are you serious? James really. What the hell is he doing offering you a job?” I can tell Mason seems a little pissed.

“James works for a mental health charity. He is literally like 2nd in charge but he doesn't want the service manager role so he thinking if he can get me in then I might be able to go for it. It sounds amazing Mase. Its got nothing to do with James, he is doing me a favour by getting me this job.” I can see Mason trying to contemplate his answer.

“Y/n you don’t even need a job, I told you to stop panicking and that I can provide for the both of us. Plus what does James get out of getting you this job? What is it like he gets you this job and he gets to get into your knickers?” I am taken back by Mason’s comment and cannot believe he could be actually that rude.

“James gets to have someone hard working and good at their job at his company. I don’t want to live off your money I want to make something for myself plus this has nothing to do with the crush that you THINK James has on me!” I can feel myself started to get a little heated.

“Oh Please Y/N! What other reason does James suddenly have to hire you. He just wants to sleep with you Y/N come on.”  I am now fuming at Mason.

“Oh yeah of course Mason cause God forbid someone actually hires me because I am good at my job and will smash it. Noooo its because I am a good little fuck. You know what fuck off Mason!” I shout the last part as I am storming out the room.

“Y/N wait I didn’t mean it like-“ I didn’t wait for his response as I continued to storm upstairs. I didn’t see Mason for the rest of the night as he gave me my space which I appreciated and I was asleep before he came to bed. I cannot believe he would ruin something I was so excited about like that. I just cannot believe he doesn’t trust me, I have never given him a reason not to trust me and look at him! I am so attracted to him why would I need anyone else? I just wish Mason could see that.

Its icy the next couple of days between me and Mason which we try and keep it civil and not discuss the whole James situation. Mason went off to training and as soon as he leaves I get ready for my lunch with James. I struggle to know what to wear as I want to look professional but also not too much as its not a job interview. I opt in for a little skirt and shirt with a suede jacket to make it look a little more casual.

We meet at the little Café that James wanted to meet at. He is already sat at the table when I arrive.

“Damn look at you” I see him look me up and down which makes me feel a little insecure. “So how have you been?” he asks. I explain about Mason and about the move to Manchester. I confided how it was hard being away from everyone which James is quick to reply with a wink and  a “well at least you know you got ally here” . I wasn’t sure how to respond, James was always flirty but he always knew nothing more would happen.

James tells me all about the job as we tuck into our lunch and coffee’s. It sounds amazing and just everything I wanted. At the end of lunch we argue over the bill which we finally agree to split and start to make our way back to our cars. I give James a small friendly hug and thanked him, which he was straight to respond “So when can you start?” I look at James confused.

“What do you mean? Don’t I need to come in and see your boss? Don’t I need my interview?”

“Well I told my boss all about you once we got off the phone. She absolutely loved you… well I did sell you a little. But in all honesty she knows she is going soon she is really not cut out to be the operations manager so she doesn’t want to interview you. She said she trusts me and well I trust you. So when do you want to start?”

I look at James with shock and I cannot contain my excitement, I am jumping up and down and give James a massive hug. “Thank you so much, honestly thank you. I can start Monday if that’s okay?”

“Perfect” he replies.

The drive home I am scream singing to my Spotify playlist. The past 3 years of Mason and I dating I have done everything for him this is the first time I am doing something for myself and no one can bring my mood down now. When I pull into the driveway my mood instantly changes, I am not sure if I want to tell Mason as he will probably just ruin my mood. I walk into the house slightly not wanting to argue right now.

Mason is the first one to speak “how did lunch go?”

“Good.” I replied bluntly. We haven’t spoken much since the argument the other day so its still a little sour between us.

“Come on I mean it please baby how did it go? I really wanna know.” I admit defeat and wrap my arms around Mason’s neck. I always hated being angry with him.

“It went so great. He said I can start Monday. I honestly cannot believe it Mason. This job is so perfect for me. I cannot believe it.”

Mason wraps one arm around my waist and places the other throw my hair. “I am so proud of you. You are going to be amazing.”

The next 4 months are a whirlwind. The job is everything I wanted and more. Our boss handed her notice of resignation in last month confirming she will be leaving in 2 months time. That leaves me and James to work our ass’s off to get everything ready for our managers departure. There are a lot of talk from our higher up management about me taking the position of service manager which is making me work even harder now I am in the limelight. I am having the time of my life, the problem is Mason isn’t having the same, he is struggling at United. His injuries are getting the better of him and when he is playing he isn’t having the best games. I am trying to be as supportive as I can but its difficult when I am so busy too.

Me and Mason have hardly seen eachother the past couple of weeks, he has been training trying to overcome his injury and I am asleep by the time he is home or the days he gets off early I am working late. Its been tough the past couple of weeks but I just keep trying to tell myself things will get better once I get this promotion.

Its another night of working late again, I messaged Mason earlier today to tell him not to wait up and I will be late. There is 150 cases me and James need to sort through and organise ready for our meeting with the CEO tomorrow. I have my headphones on and I am in the zone as I am typing away when I see my phone ring. I look down and see our picture, knowing Mason was calling. The picture was taken on our family holiday to Greece, it was one of my favourite holidays. Now I am suddenly missing the closeness with Mason. I quickly answer it.

“Hey baby I am so sorry I did say earlier I was going to be late its just-“ Mason cuts me off.

“Come on Y/N its 8pm. Its our anniversary. You promised I would actually see you tonight.” Shit I completely forgot it was our anniversary I completely forget.

“I am sorry baby I only got a couple more hours here then I will be straight home. I will make it up to you. I will wear the red lace outfit you like? Then I promise we will go out for a nice dinner tomorrow. I will turn my phone off so no distractions I promise please just let me have tonight”.  I tried to lighten the mood a little.

“Y/N I tired of having a relationship with your voicemail. I have hardly seen you in weeks. I know its because of your job and soon it will sort it self out but its anniversary. Come on everything will still be there tomorrow just come home” I can hear him pleading. I feel awful.

I go to answer when James walks over “another glass of wine?” he asks. I am quickly shaking my head to shut him up hoping that Mason didn’t hear. I really don’t want an argument tonight.

“Who is that? Is that James?” I can hear the anger in his voice. Here we go I thought.

“yeah James is helping me sort these cases out ready for our meeting in the morning” I am trying to justify.

“Okay great.. so you are spending our anniversary drinking wine with James. Yep makes sense” I can tell he is pissed off.

“Come on Mase don’t start. Its late you have had a long day of training you are probably knackered please don’t start an argument you know that doesn’t need to happen” I am begging now I haven’t got it in me to have this argument right now.

“Well Y/N I am your boyfriend and you see James more then you see me right now so what does that make that?”

I don’t even know what to respond, “you know what Mason I am done with this conversation”

“Great have a nice evening bye” He then hangs up the phone. No matter how angry we are we always say a little ‘love you’ at the end I cannot believe he just hung up. I know I have fucked up now. I can feel the tears in my eyes. I looked up at James who gives me a look of pity “Go” he says, which I mutter a quick thank you and pack my stuff up.

I quickly drive home and run through the door. Mason is sat on the sofa on his phone and doesn’t even acknowledge that I have come home. I stand in the doorway for a little just staring at him but he doesn’t look up from his phone. “I’m sorry” I mutter. He still doesn’t look up. I slowly walk over to him and straddle his hips. He sighs and rolls his eyes. “I’m an idiot Mase come on forgive me” I start kissing his cheek and make my way down to his neck.

I can hear Mason moan as I grind my hips into him but he pushes me off. “Stop I am not in the mood” I let a deep breathe out. “I know I fucked up Mase but I am here now lets enjoy our anniversary. Please I don’t want to argue”.  

“Then you should of thought about that before you decided to spend our anniversary drinking wine with James”

“Oh come on Mason this James bullshit is getting boring. We are working Mase, we are trying to get this presentation completed for tomorrow. I have been there through all of your work shit, come on I moved to fucking Manchester and left my whole life behind for you. All I am asking is for you to be understanding that I am working hard now for my promotion. Stop being selfish”

“Its not about me being selfish. I am completely understanding of your job I just don’t understand why he needs to be up your ass 24/7?”

“Oh come on Mase this is childish. We are working Mason. James is amazing at his job and he is helping me out so I can get my promotion”

“Yeah and what does he want in return?”  I shoot Mason a look, this argument is now getting heated.

“He doesn’t want anything Mason. Maybe he just isn’t selfish like you and wants to actually see other people succeed”

“I want you to succeed Y/N, and you are going to do amazing as the manager and I am so damn proud of you. But you are my girlfriend and I am sick of not seeing you whilst James sees you every minute of every fucking day”

“Stop being jealous Mason its not a good look on you. I have never given you a reason to not trust me, I fucking love you and only you. Get over yourself” I feel so tired I can feel my eyes starting to droop and my anger is getting higher by the minute.

“Well you are spending our anniversary drinking wine with James instead of me”

“We are working Mason! I cannot keep having this same argument with you. I am too tired”

“Exactly Y/N you are too tired. That’s all you have ever been lately, but never too tired for James. I trust you but I don’t trust him. He has got a thing for you Y/N and you are just leading him on by spending all this time with him.”

“I am not doing anything Mason. I am working, I am doing my job. I cannot do this Mason! I am tired of every time we see eachother we argue and we fight over the same stupid shit!” I am now screaming. “You know what Mase, maybe we should just take a break”.

Mason nods “Great idea, you go for a bath and I will cook dinner”

I can feel the sting of the tears in my eyes “no Mase I mean a break from us”  Mason doesn’t reply he stands there staring at me in disbelief. He turns on his heals and walks out the house slamming the door behind him.

I can feel myself drop to the ground as I let the tears out, I didn’t want him to leave I just needed the shouting to stop. I am so tired, I am drained from work and drained from the arguments with Mason I was just so fed up.

I don’t know how long I have been sat there but I see James’ number show up on my phone “Hey I am so sorry for ringing you during your anniversary meal. Is it a bad time?”  I am trying to sniffle to the tears in. “Are you crying? Whats happened?”  he questions.

“I am okay, Mason and I had an argument. He left. Whats up?”

“Uh shit Y/N I am sorry. I should of never asked you to work today. I am sorry, look I still got a half bottle of wine and I really need your help with this last case I keep looking over it and I think I am just too tired I don’t suppose you could help?”

“Sure come over. Mason won’t be home anytime soon”

Mason’s POV

I shouldn’t of walked out but I am just so broken, how could you call a break? I get we both are tired and strained from not seeing eachother but to call a break really. I just didn’t know how to react.

I started walking then realised I had no where to go. That’s when I remember Declan is in Manchester as he played City yesterday and we were due to see Declan and Lauren for dinner tomorrow which I am now guessing will be cancelled. I quickly ring Declan, he answers after 2 rings “Yo Mase how you doing?” I don’t even know how to respond to that, I am anything but good right now.

“Not great, me and Y/N just had a fight. Just need to let off some steam”  I could hardly hear Declan he must be in a club somewhere all I can hear is the base.

“I am out with some of the Arsenal boys to the celebrate the win from yesterday. You are more then welcome to join I can send you the address?”

I quickly agree and Declan tells me the club he is at and I quickly order an uber. I know you get the uber receipt so I know you see that I am going to a club. When the uber pulls up the sound of the club suddenly hits me. I speak to the bouncer who lets me straight in and I make my way up to the booth Declan is at. It’s a lot more quieter over in this section.

I quickly get a couple of drinks in me to catch up and quickly explain the fight to Declan and the boys. I continue to drink at this point and now the alcohol is starting to hit me, all I can think about is you. What have I done? I turn to Dec:

“Did I just make an awful mistake causing that fight with Y/N?”

“Well has she done anything with this James? Anything that makes you think she will cheat? She tells Lauren everything and this James has never come up so I am confused?”

“Well not exactly… He fancies the fuck out of her which is clear and she is just spending all this time with him and neglecting our relationship. Nothing has happened they work together but I just know he wants her?”

“But she doesn’t want him? Y/N loves you more then anything Mase she would never do anything to hurt you. I get you are jealous we all get jealous sometimes when someone wants something that is ours but doesn’t mean that she will ever do anything to hurt you.”

I knew Declan was right, I cannot believe this was all because I was jealous of some guy. I quickly explained that I was going to call you. I quickly went outside the club where it was quiet and rang your number. I see your face light up the phone as its ringing, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. The line continued to ring forever which I see its passed midnight so you have probably fallen asleep that’s when the line connects.

“Hello” the voice answers. That’s James’ voice wtf. Why is he answering your phone? Why is he with you after midnight just after you called a break? Have you slept with him? Whats happened? I cannot believe we just broke up and you went running to him. I am fuming. I quickly hung the phone up and storm back inside.

I can feel the anger burning inside of me, that’s when I see a little blonde girl stood over at the bar. She is speaking to her friend but keeps flicking her eyes in my direction. I look her up and down. I hate myself for even looking at her like that. But if Y/N cheated then I am free to do the same.

I go over there and start talking to her, I offer her a drink which she agrees. She is the exact opposite to you. She is short and has the tinniest dress on that only just covers her bum. She has a head full of extensions and cover in fake tan. I love how you are more natural, you are my type in every way but tonight anger and alcohol have overtaken me.

The last thing I remember is having her grinding on me while Dec keeps asking me what the hell I am doing? I feel her tongue in my mouth and it feels foreign and wrong but I take another shot and then that’s the last thing I remember.

The next thing I know I am waking up, my head is pounding and I feel like I am going to be sick. I look over and I see the girl I was dancing with curled up next to me naked and now I want to be sick again but for a different reason. I hate myself I cannot believe I have done this.

I quickly look at my phone and its 6am in the morning, I see a couple of messages from Dec asking what the hell happened. I see a voicemail from you. I quickly get dressed and make my way out. I see her roommate sitting in the kitchen which looks straight to the bedroom door. I put my head down and continue to the front door. Once outside I listen to the voicemail:

“Please answer Mase I am sorry, you were right. Once you left James called saying he was stuck on the last case and needed my help. I let him come over and I told him what happened. He confessed his feelings for me and tried to kiss me. I pushed him away Mason and told him to get out. I don’t want him. Look I only want you. I will quit my job if it will make you feel better please I just want us, you are all that matters to me. Please come home so we can talk about this please baby. I love you”.

Fuck now I feel even more sick, nothing happened between you two and now I slept with someone for nothing. This cannot be happening. When I get home I see you are curled up in bed sleeping on my side, you usually do this as you say it has my scent. I curl up next to you and spoon you, “I love you more then you will ever know baby girl” you hum into me and relax into my arms knowing I am home.

“Mase I am sorry” I hear you mutter. “Me too baby girl. Its okay we are all okay” I say as I trace my finger up your back to send you to sleep. I can’t let you find out, I cannot break your heart.

Readers POV

The next couple of weeks are perfect, I got the role as operations manager and things has calmed down at work. Now that I have been promoted I barely have time to talk to James and if I do its strictly about work. I am home so much more and Mason is making sure he spends all his free time with me. We are perfect and the happiest we have been in ages, so maybe that fight did help. Me and Mason didn’t really discuss the fight, we just moved on.

I am eating my lunch at my desk, when Maria from HR knocks on the door.

“Sorry are you on lunch I can come back?” I quickly swallow my mouthful and tell her its fine and she comes in and sit across the desk opposite me.

“Look I have been really debating whether or not to say anything but I know if it was me I would like to know?” I haven’t really had much dealings with Maria since I have started only really HR inquiries regarding staff I am wondering what she was talking about. Is someone talking about me behind my back. I am wondering.

“Look I know its not my place as it’s a personal issue but as I said before if it was me I would like to know. A couple of weeks ago my roommate went on a night out with her friends. She came home with this guy, I didn’t really get too much of a look until the morning when he snuck out of her bedroom. I saw that it was Mason Mount. I asked her about it and she confirmed they slept together, she isn’t into football so has no idea who he is so she has no reason to lie about it. James let is slip a couple of days ago that you are dating Mason and I have been fighting with my head ever since whether or not to say anything to you”.

“James had no right to discuss my personal life with you, I like to keep things very personal. But I appreciate you telling me thank you”

Maria didn’t really say much else and escorted herself out, I can feel the tears rolling down my face once I am alone and my heart is beating erratically. Mason has always had a lot of cheating rumours out but never this close to home, plus he never came home from our fight until after 6am and everytime I ask where he went he brushes over the question so it makes a lot of sense. I quickly wipe my eyes and call my assistant in “look I have a family emergency and need to go home can you block my diary out for the rest of the day. I will be back tomorrow”. She nods and I dart out of the office and make my way to my car. As soon as I am in the safety of my car I let the tears roll as I scream cry into the steering wheel. I have to confront Mason about this as I make the journey back to the house, the longest journey of my life.

Mason comes home about 20 minutes after me, I am sat on the sofa trying to control my breathing when I hear the key in the door. “Babe you are home early? All okay?” I hear Mason shout as he makes his way through the house. He stops in the living room doorway when he spots me “Why are you crying? Whats happened?” He quickly runs over to me and wraps me in his arms.

“Get off me!” I shout but its not very loud over the sound of my sniffles as I push him away. He looks confused.

“What have I done?” Mason asks, I can tell he has no idea what has happened. Just for a second I hope that maybe what was said was wrong but I know deep down my gut knows the truth.

“Come on Mason at least give me the courtesy of telling me the truth please” I am now crying and really cannot control my breathe as I am hyperventilating. Mason still looks at me confused I hate that he is playing dumb. “A-After our fight, w-where d-did y-you g-go?” I try and get out but my tears are causing me to struggle.

“I told you baby I went to the club with Declan and some of the boys? Whats this all about?” he tries to rub my leg  to comfort me but the look I give him he quickly removes his hand.

“No Mason! After the club where did you go?”  I can see the panic in his eyes, I can see him trying to work out how much I know?

“I told you that I ended up crashing at a hotel as I wasn’t sure if you wanted me home?” He lies very well I am thinking.

“You see Mason that’s not all true is it?” I can see him swallow and the panic is starting to set in “one of the girls I work with saw you come out of their roommates bedroom in the morning. I didn’t want to believe her so I rang your assistant and asked for the name of the hotel that you stayed at that night which she provided. The problem is that I rang that hotel pretending to be your assistant and ask for a copy of the receipt, they said it was booked but you never actually checked in so they decided not to charge you. So you never stayed there Mason so why lie? You covered your tracks very well telling your assistant to book that room but just didn’t cover your tracks good enough I suppose.” I can feel the tears rolling down my face which I cannot stop.

“Please baby I am sorry it was stupid it meant nothing that’s why I lied. I know it would break you I wanted to protect you.” I can feel myself break at his words my heart is shattering. I can see Mason’s tears rolling down his face too.

“Why did you do it? We had a fight Mason. All relationships do that. Please we have had worst arguments in the past so why did you decide to go fuck someone else. Was I just not enough for you anymore?”

Mason places his hands on mine, “No baby please don’t think that. You are perfect, you are everything! I was stupid and way too drunk I don’t even remember it please believe me.”

“You have been drunk many times in the past and haven’t cheated so why this time? Or have you cheated in the past and just lied about that too?”

“No please I have never cheated before. Please this time was a stupid fucking mistake y/n please believe me.”

“I feel like there is more to it Mason! Why this time? Why this fight did you just go out and decide to fuck someone else?!” I shout knowing Mason is holding back on the truth.

“Look okay I went out to the club with Declan and the boys to let some steam off. They talked sense into me and I went to ring you about midnight to apologise. When I rang James answered the phone. I thought that you slept with him okay I was angry and hurt-“

“So you thought that two wrongs make a right!”

“I know it was childish okay I was just pissed off that you went running straight to him and I thought with the time that maybe something happened. I wasn’t thinking okay baby I am sorry please forgive me. I made a stupid mistake. Then when I woke up in the morning and you left that voicemail putting the story straight about what happened with James I felt awful I just didn’t want to loose you”. Mason is now crying hard and keeps playing with his hair.

I took a deep breathe trying to hold myself together “okay Mase. Say that I did sleep with James. Would you of forgiven me?”

“Of course I would baby. Its you!”

“So you would have been okay knowing that James has been intimate with me? That has seen me naked? That he touched me, placed his hands all over my body? Made me cum-“

“Okay Okay” Mason cuts me off. “I would have been hurt yes of course I would. It would of broken me. But I couldn’t of let you go y/n. You mean so much to me I couldn’t of just thrown away everything we have”.

“Well Mason you kinda already have, you throw everything with us away the second you decided to cheat”.

“Please y/n p-please” Mason is a completely mess. “Just tell me what you want and I will do it. I will do anything to make things okay.”  Mason then grabs me and pushes a deep kiss onto me, I don’t kiss him back I just sit there and gently push Mason off me. He lays on my chest crying into me which is hurting me more. I hate seeing Mason so broken but I have to remember he is the one that done this.

I grab Mason’s face so he looks me in my eyes “I want you to leave Mason that’s what I want” .

Mason pulls away from me and gives me a pissed look “I am not leaving.” He is stern with that comment.

“Okay so you made me move to Manchester where I have no one and then won’t even let me stay in the house where am I even going to go? I haven’t even been paid yet. So you really going to let me leave knowing I have no one and no money, wow I guess I know what kind of guy you are really like that.”

I can tell Mason is hurt by this, he was always a gentleman and I know deep down he won’t just leave me on the street with nothing. “I mean both of us are not leaving y/n, we can both stay and sort this out.”

“Sort what out Mason? You cheated on me there is nothing to sort out”

“I didn’t technically cheat! We were on a break” I look at Mason with so much disgust at that comment.

“I called a break because I was angry at having the same argument. Not because I stopped loving you! But I guess you did because if you loved me you wouldn’t of just slept with the next slag you saw!”

“Please y/n I love you more then anything. It was a mistake please lets just talk about this. We can sort it please its us”.

“Okay how was she?” Mason looks pissed at this question

“What kind of fucking question is that Y/N?” I can see the hurt in his eyes. Its breaking his heart just as much as its breaking mine.

“You wanted to talk about it.. so lets talk about it! How was she?”  Mason ignored my question knowing whatever answers he makes will make the situation worse. He knows I am currently in the argumentative mood. I am getting fed up of Mason just looking at me. At this point we both stood up in the middle of the living room just staring at eachother. “Come on Mase.. did it feel good to hold her? To feel all over her body? To feel the warmness of that-“

“Fucking stop it Y/N!” Mason shouted interrupting me. “what will it take for all of this to go away Y/N?. Name it and I will do anything please, I will give you time if that’s what you need, I will get on my hands and knees and beg if that’s what you want please baby just don’t leave me. I need you”. I heard his voice break at the last sentence. All I want is to wrap him up and make everything okay, but I have to stay strong. I have to make myself remember what Mason did to me.

“Just give me some time okay Mase. I gotta go” I didn’t wait for Mason to reply. I grabbed my phone and keys off the side and made my way to the car and just drove. I had no idea where I was going but I just let the tears fall.

Mason’s POV

Its been 2 weeks since you left and I cannot breathe, I am an absolute mess. I cannot even bring myself to tell anyone we broke up, when my family asked why you not attending family lunch I just kept saying you are ill or working. I feel like if I tell people the truth then I have to admit to myself its real.

The only person that knows the truth is Declan I rang him that night that you left I was a mess and couldn’t contain myself. I loved you more then words could say and I made a mistake. As soon as a I blurted out everything that happened to Dec his reply was:

“I know mate”

“What do you mean you know?” I asked confused

“Come on, her and Lauren talk like everyday. Where do you think she has gone?” I feel my heart suddenly drop I am gutted that she went there, part of me hoped she would drive around for a couple of hours then come home but deep down I knew she wasn’t coming back.

“How is she?” I asked

“Uh not great mate. She is a mess. Just give her some time Mase. You never know she might come around.”

At that sentence my heart broke, I know I had to give you space. At least I know you are safe with our friends which is the main thing. A couple of days later I got a message from you it was only 9am but I was getting ready to leave for training “Are you at training today?” I felt the excitement in me, did you want to talk this out? Are you going to take me back? I quickly replied “Yeah I am at training until 5pm. Did you want to see me? I can try and get out early or I can meet you afterwards? Xxx” You didn’t reply to that message but after training I saw on the ring doorbell that you had been at the house. I quickly drove home hoping you were there, the house looked the same but you weren’t here. When I went to the bedroom I saw all of your things were gone. Its officially over. I sat on my bed and let the tears fall.

Its been 6 months since the breakup, I have tried to message you and call you but all was ignored. I even offered to buy you a flat so you could stay near your job but again nothing. I ask Lauren and Dec about you which they just keep it basic saying that you are doing well and your job is good. You stayed in Manchester which I am grateful for and I really hope that one day we will bump into each other. They don’t really give me anymore information telling me to move on. I wonder if you have moved on too.

Reader’s POV

I am excited for tonight, its Declan’s birthday and they are having a big party at a club. It’s the 1st time I have been out in the months. Work has been crazy I felt like I haven’t stopped in the months. To be honest I have thrown myself into work to not think about Mason. Even the thought of him makes me want to throw up, my heart melts at the thought of those eyes.

I am going to see him tonight so I need to be strong. At least I am not showing up alone, I have been dating this guy for a couple a weeks. Nothing serious just seeing how things are going, when I compare him to Mason there is no competition, Mason was perfect! But at the same time he broke my heart so maybe perfect isn’t perfect.

I am curling the last couple of strands of my hair when I hear a knock at my flat door, I quickly go to open it and see Danny standing there. Danny walks straight passed me and throws himself on the sofa in the living room without a word.

“Ugh I could so do with not going tonight!” I give him a sympathetic look.

“Sorry baby did you want a drink?” I ask “you know you don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want to”.

“Its okay I told my friends I would pop in it would be rude not to now” Its also Danny’s friends birthday and he is going to the same club which done us a favour as we can attend both events at once. Obviously Dec’s will probably be in a private area of the club but still at least Danny can see his friends.

Danny looks me up and down “are you seriously wearing that?” I look down at myself I am only wearing a simple black mini dress with my Louis Vuitton heals that’s Mason brought me years ago but they are my only nice heals.

I suddenly feel insecure “whats wrong with what I am wearing?”

“Nothing really just short.”

“I thought I looked nice.” I replied. Danny just looked me up and down again and didn’t say a word. Mason would never make me feel like that, he always made sure to pay me a compliment. I am usually insecure especially going to events like this with loads of pretty girls, and now I feel like shit. But I am not with Mason anymore so I get that thought out of my head and put my big girl pants on.

I am finishing getting ready when Danny stands in the doorway shouting at me “The taxi is here y/n for fuck sake hurry up”. I quickly run to the door and follow him out, as soon as we are in the taxi I can feel the coldness on my arms I definitely should of brought a coat.

As we walk into the club its very loud. I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety. I look around and Danny has already left my side and ran over to his mates. I roll my eyes at his sudden abandonment. I go to walk over to the bar when I see Paige and Rita. They are both WAGs who I got close to when me and Mason moved down. “Hey babes! I haven’t seen you in ages” Paige said and walks me over to the bar.

The rest of the night is amazing, I go over to speak to Declan and I am chatting away with everyone. I haven’t seen a lot of them since Mason and I broke up so it was nice to have a chat. I am stood at the bar going to order another drink when I feel a presence next to me. When I turn I see Mason has taken the space.

“What you drinking?” He asks. Damn it he looks fucking fit. I can feel butterflies in my stomach.

“Vodka lemonade please” I reply. Mason nods and orders 2 vodka lemonades

“So how have you been?” Mason asks he looks nervous as he keeps looking down, “you look incredible by the way” I can feel myself blushing and my heart pounding in my chest.

“Thank you Mase. You look good too. Hope you are doing well” I am so nervous I do not know what to say. We haven’t spoken a word since the break up.

“I have been alright I guess. Injuries have caught up so not great. Hard not having you around.” I give Mason a small smile. I have been watching his career and know about his injuries.

“I will always be your number one fan Mase” I give Mason a little wink and thank him for the drink and walk back to the girls.

The rest of the night all I can think about was that conversation. I can see Mason look over at me now and again everytime our eyes meet we smile and quickly look away. I am having a great night dancing away, I am quite tipsy with the amount of alcohol consumed. I am chatting away to Rita when I feel a tug on my wrist. “We are going home now!” Danny lowly shouts in my ear. He pulls me away from Rita so I am isolated. “My friends have left now and I am not sitting here with these people so lets go!”. I can tell Danny has had quite a lot to drink, his eyes are dark.

“I am not going yet, I haven’t seen these people in a long time so I want to stay for a little. I can meet you back at mine later if you want?”

Danny gives me a look whilst his grip tightens on my wrist “No you are coming with me! And we are leaving now!”

I have never seen Danny like this and its scaring me. “Danny please let me go you are scaring me”  I say trying to get my wrist free.

He tightens his grip and I can feel my wrist bruising, “we are leaving now” he repeats and starts trying to drag me out.

"Danny let the fuck go!” I shout as I try to pull my wrist again.

Next thing you know I feel a hand around my waist. “If I were you mate I would let her go” I turn to look at Mason and can see the anger in his eyes. Danny releases his grip on my wrist enough for my to pull my wrist away. I can feel the sting as the bruising has started. Danny squares up to Mason.

He then turns to me and looks me up and down “fuck you anyway y/n, you are dressed like an absolute slag anyway!” Mason goes to raise his hand which I quickly grab it and lower it back down before anyone sees. “He’s not worth it” I whisper into Mason’s ear. At that Danny walked away. Mason turns to me and inspects my wrist “are you okay?” he asks. I nod and quickly run out of the club embarrassed at the scene that Danny has just caused.

I feel the cold air hit me as I reach outside. Its freezing and I look at my phone it is 10pm so its pitch black. I can feel my heart start to calm down after that confrontation. I am just about to go inside due to not being able to feel my arms any longer due to the cold I see Mason approach in front of me. He quickly takes off his coat and puts it over my shoulders.

“Thank you for the coat and for inside” I can hear how nervous I sound.

“Its no worries. What are you doing with a prick like that anyway? I thought you had better taste?”

I giggle “well I thought I had better taste as well but hear we are. Apparently I go for cheaters or arseholes apparently.”

“Ouch” Mason says holding his heart and we both giggle.

“I mean it Mase thank you for what you did in there. I really appreciate”

“Don’t be silly I will always come to your rescue” he winks “don’t listen to him. You look fucking incredible y/n by the way. Don’t let him ruin your night.”

“Thank you. I am probably just going to make a move”

Mason looks disappointment “you leaving already? Come on I didn’t get a dance yet”

I cannot tell if Mason is just trying to cheer me up or trying to flirt “Dance? What you Mason Mount is going to dance with me? What you going to dance like this?” I reply doing his celebratory dance.

Mason laughs at my re-enactment. “Please just stay. Declan would be gutted if you left because of that prick”

I nod “I am doing it for Dec, not you tho Mount.”

“Your staying.. so I am taking that as a win”

Mason guides me back inside and takes the coat of my shoulder, he doesn’t leave my side the whole night. Getting me drinks, swaying with me to the music. We even share a little kiss, I can see Declan sniggering in the background.

I look at the time and see its nearing midnight and I can feel my legs hurting from the heals. I am holding onto Mason for balance at the moment. “I think I best get going” I say to Mason.

He looks down at me and places and strand of hair behind my ears “It is getting late, I am probably going to get going too. I will order us a taxi”.

“Mase I literally live in the complete opposite direction to town to you. I can get my own taxi honestly its fine”

We walk around and say our goodbyes to everyone and meet again in the middle as Mason leads me out the club and wraps his coat around me again.

“I wasn’t offering about the taxi I was telling. Its early hours of the morning and do you really think I am going to let you get a taxi on your own?” I nod knowing Mason isn’t going to give in. Mason asks me for my address.

“Shit” I say. Mason looks at me confused. “What you forgotten your address or something?” he laughs.

I roll my eyes at him. “No! I gave Danny a set of my keys as he was suppose to stay tonight. Fuck I really don’t want to go home in case he is there waiting for me. Um maybe take me to the nearest hotel and I will stay there for the night and then I can get the locks changed tomorrow”.

“Absolutely not! You got no clothes and are not staying in a hotel on your own.”

“What do you suggest then?” I shiver now really starting to feel the cold even with Mason’s coat wrapped around me.

“Maybe you can come back to mine? Not like that before you think anything but you can wear my clothes and at least you will be comfortable.”

I looked at Mason debating his offer. As much as I really don’t want to go to his house, the house we used to share together. I really do not want to go home and be confronted by Danny. I nodded accepting Mason’s offer.

The taxi ride was silent, we both sat there looking out the window. You could cut the tension with a knife. We both wanted to say something but at the same time we both couldn’t bring ourselves to say anything.

As we pull up the drive way, I can see Mason looking at me. I have been walking apprehensivly into the house as I take a slow stride. Mason walks straight in and throws his keys in the bowl and starts taking off his shoes. I am still stood in the doorway just looking around. “It hasn’t changed.” I commented.

“Of course not. Not much has changed since you left to be honest” I continue to walk around like the surroundings were new to me eventhough 6 months ago this was the place I called home. All the memories come flooding back of the last time we were stood there together or us shouting and fighting. The heartbreak that I felt. I can feel a tear rolling down my cheek. Mason quickly walks over to me and wipes the tear away. “Why you crying beautiful?” I try and give him a fake smile which I know he can see straight through.

“I don’t know. I think I am just drunk and tired you know” I try and put on a brave face.

“Come on Y/N you actually think I believe that?”

“Okay its just shit you know, we were so perfect and to think the last time we were stood here what happened. Its just so fucked you know”

“I know. Believe me I go through that fight every day in my head. My biggest mistake I ever made was letting you go. Everyone says it.”

I continue to look down, I have no words. Mason takes the coat from me and I feel a sudden hit of coldness again.

“You can have a shower if you want? You look frozen”

I nod my head as I follow Mason up the stairs. He passes me a set of towels. I am not sure where the confidence comes from. “Will you join me?” I ask. I can feel my heart beating waiting for his reply.

Mason nears closer to me “are you sure? I mean I am definitely up for that but are you sure you are?”

“Yeah I am shattered I would love for you to shower me right now”

Mason nods and starts stripping. I am trying my hardest not to watch but as he starts removing his shirt and I see those abs I can feel my mouth water. That’s when I realise I am standing there staring for too long as he is left in his boxers and I am still fully clothed.

“You kinda have to get undressed to go for a shower” Mason jokes

“Uh y-yeah of course” I stutter

I slowly take my dress of leaving me in my little black underwear set which Mason eyes are instantly on me. I quickly try and cover myself up feeling all of a sudden insecure.

“You know you don’t need to do it. I have seen you naked like a thousand times. Besides you have the most sexiest body in the world” I quickly relax at Mason’s comment he always knew how to make me feel good about myself.

I make my way to the bathroom and start the shower. Mason comes in with a hair clip. I look at him confused. “You left the clip here and I just couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. I know you don’t like getting your hair wet when its not ‘hair wash day’” He used his fingers to empathises the ‘hair way day’ which I giggle at him remembering the memory. I thanked him and wrapped my hair into the clip.

I strip out of my underwear and get under the water, the hot water hitting my cold skin is like ecstasy. Mason then opens the door to join me, we stand a metre apart just staring at eachother both not knowing how to act. He grabs the body wash from the side and slowly lathers it into my body, the feeling of his hands on my body is unexplainable. Its like all I ever need.

I stand relaxing into his touch as we continue in the shower. “You can go get dry and I will finish showering?” Mason offers. I quickly wrap the towel around my body and make my way back into the bedroom. I open Mason’s draws and quickly pull a pair of his boxers and t-shirts and quickly put it on.

I go back into the bathroom to wash my face “I have never known someone to look so fit in a pair of mens boxers you know” I blush at Mason and continue to wash my face. Mason comes up behind me, the specks of water trailing down his chest with the towel wrapped around his abdomen. He turns me around facing him, I can feel his breathe on my neck which is giving me goosebumps.

“I really hate you for you did to me. How you broke my heart”

Mason pulls me closer so we are chest to chest “I really hate how you turned up to my bestfriends birthday with some dickhead”.

“I guess we both made mistakes.” I commented. Mason nods and hums to my comment. I can see him look between my lips and my eyes. I do the same. I feel myself wrap my arms around Mason’s neck to bring him closer. Mason places one hand on my waist and the other on the sink trapping me between him and the sink. I feel him slowly lower his lips to mine, it’s a soft patient kiss. He pulls aways and waits for my reaction. All I know in this moment is that I need him.

I pull Mason closer and continue the kiss but this time with passion and urgency. I use one of my hands through his hair as I grab it as a way of a controlling the kiss. I hear him moan into the kiss as a response. I can feel his tongue darting around my lips attempting to get access which I allow, we deepen the kiss and he places his hands on my bum as he pushes himself closer into me and I can feel his bulge growing under the towel.

He slowly starts removing the boxers which he looks me in the eye to make sure I am okay. At this moment I am not stopping him, I am not thinking all I want is him. Once the boxers are removed he grabs me again and continues the kiss this time he is the one dominating the kiss. He quickly picks me up and places me on the bathroom side. Mason spreads my legs and stands inbetween them with his lips attached back to mine. He has one hand on my face controlling the kiss and the one hand under the tshirt exploring my body. I can feel the way his hand is caressing my boob as I feel his finger slip over my nipple causing me to moan. I can feel his dick starting to harden. I take the towel off of his hips and let his dick spring up. I reach down between us and wipe the precum of the top of his dick with my thumb and wipe it down the shaft as I start to make steady movements.

Mason puts his head back at my actions “fuck y/n that feels incredible” it is urging me on more. I can feel myself get wet at the sight of Mason feeling pleasure. Mason quickly grabs my hand to steady my movements. I let go and look at Mason confused as if I have done something wrong.

Mason is quick to reassure me “Its not you its just that I haven’t felt your hands in a long time and I am really close. You are way too good at that and I really want to cum inside you” I giggle at how innocent Mason sounds.

I start kissing Mason’s neck and giving it a small suck probably leaving a hickey I then whisper in his ear trying my best to be seductive “well why don’t you cum inside me then” Mason brings my head up so we are eye level and I can see the lust in his eyes. He shakes his head “No baby I wanna taste you first”.

I feel my heart skip a beat as Mason pulls away and gets on his knees in front of the sink where I am sat. He opens my legs wide and makes small kisses to my thighs slowly working his way to my centre. I can feel myself getting wetter at the anticipation. Mason tongue then darts across my centre and a moan of his name escapes my lips. I can feel Mason smile into me. He continues to lick my centre and then I can feel him teasing my clit with his tongue, he always knew how to make me feel good. “Uh Mase please” I beg. He stops and looks me up into the eyes and I can feel my heart melt. He gives me such a cocky smile, he knows how good he makes me feel. He sucks on two of his fingers and slowly inserts them into me which I have to take a sharp breathe at the sudden impact inside of me. Mason then returns his tongue to my clit working his magic. Its only taking a couple of minutes before I am nearing my high. I put my hands straight through his hair pulling myself closer to him needing his touch, that’s all I can focus on right now. Mason breathes onto me “Come on baby be a good girl and cum for me” at his words I am trembling as I unravel with my orgasm.

Mason stands straight up inbetween my legs attaching his lips to me, I can taste my cum on his lips, Mason picks me up and walks me over to the bed. As he is carrying me I take this opportunity to take the top off that I am wearing. Mason mouth goes straight to my nipple sucking it, which I cannot hold in the moan that escapes me. Mason throws me onto the bed “I could hear your moans all day. I love that sound”  Mason says as he crawls over the top of me. He separates my legs with his ensuring he is inbetween mine. Mason continues to kiss me as he grinds himself down which I can feel his dick throbbing inbetween us.

I start kissing and nibbling Mason’s neck which I can feel the hickey I am leaving behind “Uh y/n/n that feels amazing.” This fuels me on more as I make sure to keep grinding my hips back into Mason’s, and I can tell I am driving him insane. Mason pulls away. “I gotta put it inside you. I need to feel that pussy” I give Mason a smile in agreement knowing I need him just as much right now. He goes to line himself up with me but then stops and looks at me.

“Are you still on the pill? I am um don’t have any you know here” I give Mason a little giggle at how embarrassed he sounds about it. “Oh wow the famous Mason Mount has no condoms in his house! Bloody hell what have you been upto to have run out of condoms?”  I tease Mason “but yes I am still on the pill but at the same time how many girls have you been sleeping with cause I really do not want to be catching anything?” I am have now pushed myself up with my arms so I am now sitting up and Mason is now sitting on his knees in front of me, his dick still as hard as ever though.

“Honestly I have only slept with 2 girls and both times I used protection so I know I am clean but I could ask you the same question cause Danny the prick looks like he has been around” Mason jokes.

I roll my eyes but take a deep breath as a response “I haven’t slept with anyone, I haven’t actually slept with Danny. We have done stuff but not actually fucked. I have been totally celibate since we broke up.” Mason looks at me shocked.

“Wait hold on you haven’t slept with anyone. Not even that Danny damn” I can tell that has majorly increased Mason’s ego knowing no one else has actually be inside me since we broke up. I quickly speak up not wanting to increase his ego more. “Will you just fuck me Mason. I need you inside me now!” Mason quickly climbs back onto of me straight away and gives me a passionate kiss in return. He gives himself a couple of pumps and then lines himself up with me.

He gives it a couple of seconds and lets me adjust to his size, I can feel my walls tighten against him. “You can move Mase” I say and Mason doesn’t waste any time getting into a rhythm. I continue to moan Mason’s name, his cock is something else and I can feel myself edging towards my orgasm.

Mason looks me in the eyes as he continues his rhythm “I am sorry baby girl but I need to ruin you right now” I can see the lust in his eyes. He grabs one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder and does the same with the other. He then grabs the back of my thighs and starts pounding into me. The new position has made his dick go further inside me.  I can feel Mason’s rhythm has started to get sloppy as I can feel him nearing his orgasm. “Have you got another one in there for my baby?” I moan in response but then Mason reaches down to play with my clit to help me edge closer, Mason then hits that sweet spot and I am seeing stars as I grab onto the duvet as I let myself go. Mason then cums alongside me, he moans into my neck as I can feel him unload inside me. Mason then slowly pulls out as we are both sensitive and flops to the side.

“Damn I missed our sex” Mason says trying to catch his breath from our recent activity. “Well if we are being honest I miss everything about you. I am really sorry y/n”. I can feel a lump in my throat suddenly all the feelings from that day come back. “Lets not say anything else lets just enjoy that moment”. I get out of bed to clean up which Mason joins me and I throw on his tshirt and a pair of his boxers. Mason passes me a glass of water and some pain killers saying “you have had a lot to drink so you will thank me in the morning” and we climb into bed.

Mason lays on his back and opens his arms which I come and join and lay on his chest. I can feel his hand on my back as his other hand is being used to play with my hair. I can feel myself start to drift off to sleep. There is so much I want to say but right now in this moment in time the world has stopped spinning and I am just going to let myself enjoy this moment with Mason. All of the other relationship life stuff can wait until tomorrow.

[k0nanharv3y]

Alfred who came down after hearing so much noise: What's going on here, Mr. Bruce, Mr. Tim?

And Tim's face turned to Alfred like a rubber band. Bruce's face took a little longer, but he also looked at the old man in pain, seeking comfort or advice from his father

Alfred looked between Tim's heartbroken face and Bruce's wounded face: I don't know what's going on here, but I would advise you both to change and take your conversation upstairs

And Tim only saw red

Tim: This is- I'm so done!, I'm so fucking done, with you!

He pointed aggressively at Bruce

Tim: You!

Damian, who had stood on the sidelines and now seemed personally offended

Tim: And you! And everyone else in this fucking family!

Finally he pointed at Alfred even more aggressively

Alfred, shocked by the open display of hatred towards him, he felt his heart heavy: Mr. Tim- I-

For the first time in perhaps ever, Alfred hesitated

Damian: Hey! You have nothing to yell at Pennyworth for!

He defended

Tim: Shut up Damian, this isn't about you!

He silenced him and turned to both adults now

Tim: It's about you, and what you did to me

Both adults looked at each other and remained silent

Tim: You, you were an abuser and I didn't deserve that, any of this, I've always tried to please you, to live up to what you wanted! And you?! You left him, Alfred, and I wish I didn't hate you like Dick and Jason do, but all I see when I come into this house is an abuser and the person who let him! Don't play dumb, Alfred, you- You're just as bad as Bruce! And even if Bruce was the problem, you never made me feel welcome! Never-! I had to walk home a hundred times with bruised ribs, ribs that you bandaged up and then pretended didn't exist!

His throat was now raw and his voice had become cracked and squeaky. And both adults, when they saw Tim, didn't see the 17-year-old running a multi-million dollar company, they just saw the 12-year-old excited to be Robin and looking for any kind of validation they could give him

And this was what they gave him, a house where he didn't feel safe or welcome, a family he avoided like fire avoids water, thousands of reasons not to return and they robbed him of any kind of childhood he could've had

And the two adults remained silent, unable to deny or say anything, because they had nothing to say. Tim had said enough for them

Tim: You say you loved all the children in this mansion, but guess what, Alfred, I was once a child myself, and the only thing I ever got from here, never came from you. When I came here to become Robin, I thought... I thought I might get something like Jason and Dick got, too, but it seems the only thing I'll get from you is an inscription on my grave. What will you put this time, Alfred? "A good soldier," "A good son"?

Silence was his response

Tim: Fuck you all

He pulled off his cape and threw it on the ground

Tim: Fuck you all. I'm tired of this, tired of-! Of everyone wanting something from me! I quit

He ripped off his tool belt and threw it at Bruce

Tim: I quit your stupid last name, I quit your stupid company, I quit being Red Robin, I quit everything

When he had nothing left to tear off, he kicked things off the floor

Tim: I'm done! And if you ever- And if you ever care even a little, don't look for me! I don't want anything to do with this family, all of you-!

He looked at the people in the cave and seemed about to cry

Tim: I hope you-! Fuck you all, I never deserved this! Fuck you, I hope you all fuck off and-!

His voice broke and his crying intensified

Tim: I hope you die

His voice trailed off as he tried to wipe away the tears that kept running down his cheeks

Tim: I hope you suffer at least a fraction of what you did to me and...! And... And why can't I hate you...? Why can't I hate you...?

His voice sounded so tired

Tim: All I ever wanted was to be... to be enough, for you to love me... and I want to hate you but- but you're my father, and they're my brothers and... and I'm so tired, I want to go home, I want to feel safe and I want to hate you! Why can't hate you?!

He collapsed on the ground, like all his other things, like a pathetic spectacle of a pathetic child. He felt miserable in the eyes of the people who hurt him, he felt vulnerable and naked and... and he didn't care anymore, the weight he had been carrying for so long finally lifted from his shoulders and he felt satisfaction at the heartbroken look on Bruce's face and the pain on Alfred's face, and Tim simply didn't care about being on the ground anymore

He didn't care about anything anymore, just like he didn't matter

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Part 1 Jumpscare!!!

That awkward conversation I had!!

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And no one gets any comfort because god knows I don't know how to write about comfort, Tim deserved that breakdown and Bruce and Alfred deserved to have someone point out to their faces that they were, in fact, abusive and ruined a child's life

I would do this with Dick, Jason, Damian and Barb too, but I haven't read many comics about them, fanfics? sure, but I don't know how much of it is canon and what their real personalities are

Bruce ruined his children's futures, but canonically he also saved them. Dick was saved from becoming GraySon, Jason was rescued from the streets, Damian was saved from the League of Assassins, and Barb... Barb made choices

But Dick was also condemned to the superhero life and all the harm that entails, Jason was condemned to die, Damian went from an abusive mother to a neglectful father, and Barb... well, she's now permanently in a wheelchair

There's just too much to unpack there!!!! And my psychology books are begging to be opened again, but Tim is my favorite and that means everything I think of will be about or referring to him

[thecreelhouse]

stuck

Paring: Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: Yes, it’s exactly what you think it is. MDNI

WC: 4.6k+

Includes: no plot all filth, unrealistic “stuck” porn trope, friends to horny idiots, dirty talk, pet names/name calling, unprotected PiV sex, oral (f receiving), briefest mention of monsterfucking, brief anal play, a smidge of humiliation kink with a healthy side of a praise kink, d/s dynamic, etc.

A/N: Literally got this idea from a certain filthy piece of DBD fanart that I can’t find, but if you know the one I’m talking about, please lmk so I can properly credit for the inspo!! Is this ridiculous? Yes. Was this originally for Halloween? Also yes. We hate rules here (and deadlines). Hope y’all enjoy it <3 (dividers from @/saradika-graphics)

Everyone told Steve he was insane to venture back into the Upside Down, but he couldn’t leave you there alone. 

He felt sick for even leaving you behind at all. Quite honestly, no one felt good about evacuating without you, but it was smarter to go home, gear up, grab another working walkie, before wandering back into hell to find you.

See, among the chaos of trying to help Eddie, trying to keep Max alive, he worried about you and your unusual absence from the group, but you were strong enough to handle nearly anything— that much, he was confident on. You had fought side by side with him over the years, protecting everyone in the group, and one another; through demodogs, a shit summer job gone awry, and anything in between, you could hold your own with a bravery he wished he didn’t need to front at times.

That didn’t quell his anxiety one bit, though. When and where you had disappeared to, he wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t until your voice broke through over the airwaves, when Steve, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin were on the lake, that he felt relief you were at least alive. Your voice was tinny through the static.

“Guys?”

The only reason a signal existed at all was because the group floated just above the gate at the bottom of the lake— they just didn’t know it yet.

Steve had just thrown his sweater off, ready to dive in, when the sound of your voice made his eyes widen. 

“Holy shit, give me the—“ He rocked the tiny boat a little too much for anyone’s comfort as he fell to his knees, grabbing the walkie from the floor. “Where the fuck are you?!”

“Hi to you too, Harrington.”

Robin yanked the device from Steve’s grip, “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Long fuckin’ story, but—“ Your voice cut out, static filling the dead air for a few seconds. “And that’s—“ Cut off again. “Upside Down, but I- I don’t know where I am, exactly. Why didn’t any of y’all tell me how bad this place sucks?”

Steve laughed to himself, unaware his eyes became glassy, hearing the familiar attitude and sailor’s mouth you carried; the other three noticed just how relieved and emotional he was right away. He grabbed the walkie back from Robin with shaky hands.

“We’re gonna come find you, we think we found a gate,” He rushed out. “Are you safe at least?”

“For now, but these—“ Signal cutting out, Steve hit the walkie a few times, as if that’d fix the disconnect between literal dimensions. “— Th- they’re everywhere. I don’t know where to hi— oh, shit—“ Your end fell dead again, leaving the four on edge, waiting for you to speak. White noise droned on for less than a minute; you weren’t coming back. 

Wasting not a second longer, Steve dove into the dark, chilled waters of the lake. He found the gate they suspected of, and broke the surface to alert his friends. As he relayed the information, rushed and panicked, wanting to find you as soon as possible, something tugged on his leg. Only startling the group at first, Steve was caught off guard, pulled under, back down to the bottom. He kicked, struggled, lungs burning as he fought off the urge to gasp for a breath he couldn’t dare to take.

It was all a blur, being dragged through the gate and tossed around like a rag doll; the bats diving towards him, finding an oar to defend himself with among the Upside Down’s mirrored decay of the lake, only to be bombarded by the gnarly creatures. They tore at his flesh as he was being strangled to death; brain growing fuzzy as he put up a good fight, he began to accept this fate. He wasn’t sure when his friends came through the gate, but one by one they retaliated against the bats, leaving just the one still strangling Steve.

“Get fucked!”

Unexpectedly, you appeared, slamming an ax— one you always left in your trunk, just in case— down onto one of its wings, chopping through completely, yet it still tried to flee as Steve bit down on its tail. Stunned, you all watched as Steve swung it around, slamming it down into the ground before violently ripping its spine out, fueled by pure rage.

Blood dripped from his mouth while he glanced up at you, rage and fear fading as relief flooded every inch of his heart. Despite your ragged appearance— covered in grime, soot, and blood— he was just happy to see you alive; a sight for sore eyes.

“I fuckin’ hate those things.” You wanted to run and hug him, but restrained yourself at the sight of his wounds. Taking in the sight of all four friends, you sighed, “Y’all okay?”

Another screech in the sky tore everyone’s attention away, “C’mon!” Where everyone ran off to the rocks, you made the mistake of running off in the opposite direction. The group of bats split off, heading towards both you and the others; when you looked over your shoulder, you watched Steve do the same, panic fueling you both to run for your lives.

You sprinted off towards the woods, hoping you’d find each other again soon, and alive.

Steve climbed back through the gate in Eddie’s trailer, and had searched for what felt like hours; he was losing hope of finding you by the minute. He knows you; you wouldn’t give up without a fight. You had to be alive, but dread was still building within him.

At least he caught a signal over the walkies.

“What do you mean you’re stuck?”

Your voice warbles through the speaker of Steve’s walkie, barely coherent through the sharp static. 

“Okay, okay, where are you?”

“The— g—“ Feedback rips through your words, shrill and sharp. “I’m tr—“

“You’re cutting out—“

“Gate! I’m—“ A drone of white noise floods the speaker, and you’re gone.

“Shit. Fuck. God-fucking-dammit!” He hits the device with his free hand, slams the buttons and messes with the knobs and antenna— if only he actually paid attention when Dustin tried showing him how to work this fucking thing.

He did hear you say ‘gate’ at least, but which one? You clearly weren’t at the one he just entered, and the one at the lake had closed up by now. 

This would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Steve’s exhausted, searching high and low for you, at every possible spot that crosses his mind. It had to have been another hour since he last heard from you, and he’s running out of ideas of where you could be.

“Checked around town,” He begins murmuring to himself, listing and eliminating options out loud. “No luck there… but— shit, didn’t check the library…” Could a gate even open in there? Anywhere was possible, right? And if that was the case, he’d have to tear through every room of every building, circle each structure, check any cars, houses, sheds, backyards, parks, the woods—

Christ, at this rate, he’ll never find you—

“Oof!” Steve loses his footing, tumbling over something in the stretch of woods he was combing through. Colliding with the ground, he groans on impact.

“What the fuck?”

Steve rolls over quickly, sitting up to find he had tripped over you.

“Oh, thank fuck.” He scrambles to his feet, brushing debris off his body as he finally glances your way.

When you said you were stuck, Steve didn’t picture the sight before him now; you, halfway through a gate found in a tree trunk, unable to move because it began to close up around your waist. Your upper half is on the other side, but your bottom half is still stuck in the Upside Down.

“Oh…. You’re… wow, okay.” He snickers, “Yeah. You’re stuck, alright.”

Steve’s muffled cackling echoes through the slimy gate. You huff and roll your eyes; not like he can see.

“Just help me out of here, would ya’?!”

“Okay, okay… Jesus.” He drops to his knees, still towering over you— well, your back half, at least. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just fucking annoying. Maybe try, I dunno, pulling at the edges of it, or something?”

“I don’t think that’s how these things work—“

“Steve!”

“Okay, right, yeah, sorry.” He bites his bottom lip, stifling more laughter. It’s certainly an… awkward position, leaning over you from behind, but it’s the only way he can pull at the edges with both hands at once. He gives the gate’s edge a tug, but it’s stone solid. He tries again, this time with a grunt that has your mind wandering elsewhere. “Yeah, this is, uh… that’s not gonna work.”

“Oh my god, I’m stuck here forever,” You groan, kicking your feet. “I’m gonna die here.”

“Calm down, drama queen. Gimme a second, I’ll try again.” Steve keeps himself balanced on one knee, while the other leg plants a steady foot into the ground. Again, he attempts to pry open the gate, hoping to free you; his foot slips, causing him to rub against your backside.

Okay, ‘rub’ is a generous term— more like roughly falling against your ass, then whining over the pressure on his bulge.

“Steve, what the fuck?” You crane your neck, only able to see where the tree bark opens up into the gate, snug around your waist. “Did you just—“

“I didn’t mean to, I swear! M- my foot slipped!”

“Oh, bullshit.”

“Look, it’s not exactly the easiest to move around you without touching you right now,” He argues. “You really think I’m trying to make a move on you in a situation like this?!”

“Well, I can’t see shit, Harrington. I don’t know what the hell’s going on back there.”

Ignoring you, Steve murmurs, more to himself but loud enough for you to still hear, “The hell are you wearing these tiny shorts for, anyway?” He tugs at the hem around your thigh, elastic snapping back against your skin. You bite back whatever pathetic noise threatens to escape your lips.

“It was warm out earlier!”

“It’s March—“

“And unreasonably warm for March, y- you jerk.”

“That why you’re shivering?”

“Considering the sun set, uh, yeah?”

You grumble, annoyed how wet this easily has made you. You need out, and Steve needs out, too, and the two of you need to just forget about all of this.

“Okay, just—“ You can’t think straight, mind clouded with dirty thoughts— how embarrassing. “Push me through.”

“You… want me to push you… how?”

“With your hands, St—“

“I know with my h— I meant, like, where?”

You can’t see the way he licks his lips, staring at your ass, but you sure can hear the strangled moan he miserably tries to hide in his throat. 

“Wherever works— I don’t know, I’ve never been stuck between dimensions before!”

He shudders a breath before calling through the gate, “I’m gonna— if I touch anything I shouldn’t, I swear to god I’m not trying to—“

“Okay, yeah, I get it, Steve— just push me out of here!”

“Christ, you’re fucking bossy…”

His hands grip the plush of your hips, first, hoping he can grip hard enough and push this way— it’s useless; his hands lose grip, sliding up your body. His knuckles run into the tree, and he’s grateful for that barrier; who knows how far his hands could’ve slipped. He yelps and recoils away. “Sorry!”

“Dude, I don’t care, just do whatever works.” You sound exhausted, and who wouldn’t be in a situation like this? You had to have been here at least an hour, and even if it doesn’t hurt, it can’t be very comfortable. 

Steve shakes his nerves off, hands reaching for the back of your thighs; his fingers splay apart, pushing as hard as he can, and you finally begin to budge. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

Until you cry out for him to stop. “Shit, that fuckin’ hurts— It’s— ow, fuck! My hips—”

He immediately backs off, hands releasing pressure, but still resting gently on your thighs. It’s automatic, the way his thumbs rub slow circles into your exposed skin to try comforting you; the shorts you’re wearing are not helping either of you. It was warm out earlier, like you said, but did you have to wear these now?

Goosebumps prickle up under his fingers, and it’s hard to miss the way you clench your thighs together. 

“You, uh…” Steve gulps, fingers gently kneading at the meat of your thighs. “You okay over there?”

“Uh-huh,” Your answer isn’t very convincing, with a trembling voice. “Everything okay back there? W- with you, I mean.”

“Sure, yeah, it’s… I’m good.” He feels like such a pervert, fantasizing about taking you right here, like this. It’s wrong when you’re trapped like this. “Honey, I- I don’t know what else to do.”

The pet name twists at a coil deep within you, building up a pressure of some kind. 

“This is gonna sound fucked up, but just— push my ass— Steve, that better not be you laughing!”

He can’t hold back his immature giggling, but he’d rather this than moan.

“You sure? I don’t want you to get mad or anything.” He tries to settle down, focus on getting you unstuck. “Tell me to stop if it hurts again, alright?”

You imagine hearing those words of sweet consent in a different circumstance, biting back a whimper. “Ye- yeah, I will.”

Steve slides his hands up to the curve of your ass, unable to restrain himself before digging his fingers into your soft, plushy body. “Gonna count down, sweetheart, okay?”

This time a whimper does beat you to the punch before you can actually reply. He squeezes a little harder.

“Three… two… one—“ Steve shoves his hands against you, pushing as hard as he can. Again, your hips shove up against the tree trunk, and you cry out from the pinch. He pulls you back an inch, wincing with guilt. “M’sorry, I—“

“Again,” You boldly call back to him.

“… You sure?”

“Just do it, please,” His hands are so warm, touch so soft; you wish the fabric of your shorts would just disappear. There’s an extra whine to your voice, “Don’t hold back, I can take it.”

“Oh, fuck…” He mumbles, sucking in a sharp breath. “Go— I’m gonna try again, ready?” He hears a faint noise of consent, shoving himself into you; this time, his hips rut into you, too. You still can’t get through the gate, but you’re not sure that’s either of your concern at this moment. His bulge, rock-hard now, brushes up against your ass, and you both moan out. This is bad.

The way you push back against him isn’t helping much, either.

Both of you still, falling silent while trying to steady your breaths. Are you really about to do this here? Now?

Steve makes the decision for you both, muttering, “I can’t fuckin’ take it anymore.” He’s purposefully grinding against you, head lolling back with a groan as you push into him in return. From either end, both of you are shuddering out sinful noises. “Always wanted to kiss you first, but—“

“As soon as you rescue me, y’can kiss me all ya’ want.”

“Shit, princess, never took you for the damsel in distress type.” He tugs your shorts down, choking on air when he discovers you’re completely nude underneath. “Jesus, did you think at all about your outfit today?”

“Uh, considering I don’t have a bra on… no.”

“You don’t have a—“ Steve comically pouts that part of you is through the other side of the gate; he’s grateful you can’t see the pathetic expression. “What, did you just roll outta bed and stroll down here?”

“Steve, the longer we talk about the logistics of my outfit, the dryer I’m becoming.”

“Good thing I can help with that.”

“Okay, that was goofy to s— oh…” His thumbs spread your folds apart; despite your failed quip, you’re soaked as sin. 

“So fuckin’ pretty…” He leans down, kissing the swell of your ass, trailing his lips down your backside until he’s level with your heat. There’s no warning, just his tongue gliding along your folds, lapping up your arousal. A feral sounding groan vibrates through your core as he loses himself tasting you. It’s not rushed— not on purpose, at least— but any restraint is long gone now.

“Oh m’god,” You shudder while his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it softly. His arms wrap around your thighs from behind, hooking you in place. You twitch back, like you’re desperate to grind on his face, but worried to freak him out.

Steve’s far from freaked out; in fact, he’s delving his tongue deeper, nearly incoherent when he mirrors your earlier words, “Don’t hold back. I can take it.”

That’s all the permission you need, rolling your body back as far as the gate allows, trembling as he sloppily makes out with your cunt. If only you could see the glistening mess on his pretty features. “Steve…”

He angles his nose against your clit just right, making you squeal into the empty forest around you. His tongue laps away, eventually tapering to fuck into you with it.

“Fuck, more, ple- please,” You pant, grateful Steve’s holding you upright, or you’d go limp against the tree. “Please— god!”

He slides a finger into you, curling it just right as he kisses and sucks back to your clit. He’s rougher this time when he suckles on the sensitive bud, rolling your eyes back and tensing your body up. You chant his name in whimpers, like a desperate prayer, only urging him to finger fuck you harder.

“Jesus, sweetheart, you’re gripping me so hard.” He groans into you, adding another finger. “Taste so good, I could be here all night—“

An orgasm startles you, going 0 to 100 without warning; lewd noises floating back through the gate toward Steve only challenge him to keep going.

“S- Steve, ha- hang on—“

“You want me to stop?” He slows his pace, but you ram yourself back into his hand and lips.

“No! Please, god, no—“

“Then what is it?” His tongue flits out, teasing around your sensitive nub.

“M- move your fingers up, back where you had it— ohhhmyfuckinggod—“

“C’mon, come for me, y’can do it again,” he coaxes, spitting onto your folds while relentlessly ruining you with his thick, long fingers. Your legs tremble wildly. “I can tell you’re close, angel. Make a mess, come for me again—“

This time, you cry out, praying whatever woods you found yourself in was deep enough, away from the public. Your hips twitch and convulse, while you flutter around his digits, soaking his face while he continues to delve deeper, as if that’s even possible.

The pumping pace of his fingers never relents, despite how overstimulated you feel already.

“St- Steve…”

“Got one more in ya’?” You feel his hot breath fanning over your folds again. It’s not long before he’s flicking his tongue back out, teasing your clit while adding another finger. “Christ… yeah… yeah, angel, that’s it…” He laps at the nectar dribbling from your centre, grunting as his free hand pulls you by your thigh, guiding you to bounce against his face. The fingers buried in you curl just right, earning a broken, breathy noise from the other side; he hits the right spot, and under a minute in, you’re gushing against his pretty face.

You can hear how drenched he is when he speaks, licking his lips between his words, “That was… oh, fuck, that… that was so… can we do that every day?”

Winded, you manage to laugh weakly, “If you can figure out how to get me un-stuck, I’ll let you do that as much as you fuckin’ want.”

You’d kill to see his face right now, dripping with your release, but until then you’ll just need to use your imagination.

“…. Can we—“

“Please.”

The head of his cock slides along your folds, teasing as it runs over your sensitive clit. You jolt back, and he grips you by the hip, holding you in place with one hand.

“Be patient for me, angel. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he slides in, taking his time, paying attention to your gasps. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh, ju- just go slow.”

Like earlier, when Steve tried pushing you through the gate, he soothes you with his touch, thumbs rubbing soft circles against your skin. He sinks a bit further, feeling you clench around him with anticipation. “Angel, gotta relax to let me in…”

“I- I know, m’trying, you’re just— you’re so… so…”

“Shhh, it’s okay, I have you. You’re okay…” He slides deeper, hips almost flush against your backside. “Just relax… that’s it, that’s my girl.”

The praise elicits a pornographic moan out of you, only triggering his cock to twitch against your walls.

“God, wish I could see your face right now,” his mumbling fades into a gravelly groan, sinking deep into you. 

“Y’can if you fuck me when we’re outta here,” you strain out, taking him to the hilt. His cock twitches again, making you both shudder.

“I dunno, what if we can’t get you out, sweetheart?” The tides turn with his tone. He pulls out slowly, teasing your clit with the head of his cock. You twitch and clench around nothing, making him smirk. “What if you’re stuck here forever?” Slamming back into you, your walls clamp down on him, tighter than before. “Oh, what, you like that idea?”

“Steve…”

“You wanna be left here? Where anyone can walk by, use you however they want?” He draws back, snapping his hips back into your ass, relishing in the way you cry out. “Anyone can find you in the woods over there, use that pretty mouth of yours…” Gripping your hips, he pulls back slowly, thrusting in with everything he’s got. It’s becoming a torturous pattern, but he can tell you’re enjoying it with the way you’re soaking his cock. 

“Oh my— fuck…” You gasp from the other side, throwing yourself back into him as far as the gate allows you. He grunts as you meet his thrusts.

“You’d be up for grabs over here too, y’know…” Hands trailing back to your ass, he spreads your cheeks, spitting lewdly on your pretty, puckered hole. “But maybe you’re not that much of a freak—“ You don’t hold back the sinful sound building in your throat over his unfinished concept. “Oh. Oh. You’d like gettin’ fucked by some monsters too, huh? That’s so fuckin’ gross, babe.”

“That ain’t even the half of it,” you manage to reveal through panting and whimpering.

His mind races over the possibilities, slamming into you a little faster.

Steve circles the tight entrance with the pad of his thumb, throbbing deep inside you as he tests the waters, sinking in just a bit. You squirm and whine, relaxing as he continues on, eventually making it past his knuckle— which, wouldn’t be too much, but with the size of his hands, you feel so full off that alone.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, I don’t think I’ll l- last long,” he murmurs while he pistons his hips into you, growing sloppier by the minute. 

“S’okay… m’not…” You can’t grasp onto the words you need, not when he’s fucking you absolutely brainless between dimensions. “God, Steve, you’re so deep.”

His thumb slips out of you, leaving you emptier than before, making desperate, pathetic mewls and cries. Ignoring you, his hand slides underneath, pressing down onto the peak of your mound. “Where do you feel me? Here?”

“N- no, deeper…”

Steve splays his hand wide, fingers blanketing over your skin; he inches his touch up, just where your belly and pelvis begin to meet. The further he stretches his touch, the more he leans over you, kissing along any bare skin on your back he can reach.

“Here?”

You shake your head, but he can’t see. Your lapse in verbal response earns a smack on your ass, causing you to cry out into the expanse of the woods. 

“Where, babe? Tell me.”

“Up,” whimpering, you push back into him. Hand gliding up to your belly button, he stops.

“Here?”

Eyes rolling back, you let out a broken sob, “Yes!”

Steve pushes down on your belly, just enough for the pressure to meet his thrusts.

“You’re takin’ me like a slut… sound like one, too.” He grunts while bucking wildly into you. His hand disappears, only to join the other in grabbing you by the thighs, nearly lifting your lower half off the ground against him.

The sound is absolutely what you’d expect from two, hopelessly horny idiots, fucking in a circumstance like this one right here. Skin on skin slapping roughly, echoing out into the woods of the Upside Down, in time with his near-feral grunts and throaty groans. On your side, in your world, you can only imagine how close to an injured animal you might sound like, or someone in actual distress, unable to cover your mouth as you hold yourself up while he fucks into you relentlessly.

“M’pretty close, angel,” Steve pants through the gate, hips stuttering while he still gives his all, thrusting mercilessly into you. “Where—  where can I—“

“‘Side…” You groan out, lost in a lust-driven delirium.

Attitude softening, he manages to ask, “In— you mean inside?”

“Uh-huh, wanna be full,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. “Make me yours—“

“Oh, fuck,” Steve’s hips freeze over your words, finally reaching his high. One final cry tears out of you as your fourth and final orgasm trembles through your body, rolling into his. The delicious squeeze and fluttering around him helps milk his release, doing just as you asked, filling you up with his spend. 

Involuntarily, his entire lower half twitches violently into you, and finally, finally, the gate gives, allowing him to tumble through to the other side, shoving you out first. He lands on top of you, rolling over onto the forest floor while you both groan. The woods are quiet, aside from occasional crickets and your loud, ragged breaths, weaving through the branches above.

Though the two of you are ready to fully collapse, the squelching sound of the gate constricting catches your attention; the damn thing closes completely.

Steve chuckles weakly, while you push past any shame that might still linger, shyly smiling over at him.

“Hey…” You attempt to greet him, now that you’re face to face— which, speaking of, his features are still glistening from sweat and your multiple releases. 

“Hi,” he breathes, eyes trailing over your figure, landing and pausing on your exposed core, dripping a lewd mixture of fluids. “Fuck…” He leans forward, but stops himself, mumbling, “If we weren’t in the woods, I’d, uh, help clean you up, but…”

Your eyes widen, taking in his words; neither of you are in a state to fuck around any further, but you make a mental note of the suggestion for the future. “I’m— I’ll remember that.”

Surging towards him with an ounce of renewed energy, you capture his lips in a long-awaited kiss. He makes the cutest noise of surprise, melding against you. Pausing, he murmurs against your lips, “Sorry we couldn’t do that first.” It’s a wild shift in his demeanor post-sex, from a dominant, feral wreck, to this soft, precious person before you.

“We can make up for it though.”

“After a super long fuckin’ nap.” Then he cringes, “And the— y’know, the whole—“ He waves his hand around, rolling his eyes, “the Vecna thing.”

“Right. Yeah. Priorities.” You’re looking forward to all of this coming to an end. All you want is to curl up in bed with Steve, and sleep a whole day away, but that’ll have to wait. 

As clarity brings you back down to earth, you realize you’re still naked from the waist down… which means— 

“Um… Steve?”

“Yeah, angel?”

“… Where’s my shorts?”

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chapter 13.

wc: 1k words

“oh my god, if you say anything else ill throw you in front of a moving car! we’re almost there, stop complaining!” frustration was very clear in doyeon’s voice, which made chan even more annoyed. “youve been saying this for an eternity now! im going back home.”

“wait! we’re here!”

chan looked at the old house in complete confusion. doyeon took a key out of her pocket and opened the door before looking at chan. “what are you waiting for? come in.”

the house not only smelled but looked old. “careful where you walk,” doyeon referred to the good amount of pieces of broken dishes on the floor. she placed her backpack on the table and carefully took some plates out of it.

“what are those for?”

“look at the floor and youll know what are those for,” she laughed as you looked around. “you wanted to break some plates with me?”

“exactly. now here, take these,” she handed him a few plates and a marker pen. “why the marker pen?”

“youll write something that you want to break, that you want to get rid of it,” doyeon took a plate and a marker pen, wrote school’s pressure down on the plate and looked at it before throwing it hard against the wall and yelling at the same time the plate hit the wall and broke it in pieces.

chan looked surprised, not knowing doyeon had this side of her. “so, wanna try now?”

“why should i? breaking a plate wont make the problem go away.”

“trust me, chan. do it.”

he sighed, took a plate and wrote losing her. chan looked at the plate, his fingers gripping at it before throwing it against the wall. the sight of the plate turning into small ceramic pieces was relieving and he couldnt explain why. it felt like the some of the weight on his shoulders were gone. he smiled and chuckled a little, finding the situation amusing.

chan didnt waste any time and started to write things down the plates and threw them, laughing like he was losing his mind. every thing he wrote on the plates were about you, about losing you.

he took a deep breath while looking at the ceramic pieces on the floor and tears started to fill his eyes, making his vision blurry. laughs that were coming out of his mouth soon started to turn into sobs as he crouched down, hiding his face in his hands and doyeon went closer to him without saying a word and started to rub his back in order to soothe him.

“i- i dont know what to do!” his voice came out between his sobs, his whole body shaking as he cried hard. “the thought of losing yn was already way too painful and now that i really lost her… its like i have nothing to smile about life.”

“hey,” doyeon crouched down as well and gently took his hands out of his face, taking sight at his red eyes and runny nose. “its for the best.”

“who cares if its for the best?! doesnt mean it doesnt hurt as hell!”

“i know, i know.”

“do you? i hate when people act like they know what im going through. you clearly dont! when you lose the love of your love because of your dream life, then you can say that.”

“im sorry.”

“dont apologize,” he sniffed. “its just- it shouldnt have to be like this, i shouldn’t have to suffer like this and make yn suffer as well. i shouldve never gotten closer to her, she doesnt deserve this. i want to run back to her, but i also want to become an idol… why cant i have both?”

“in life, we have to make sacrifices, chan. you can become an idol and love her from afar, or maybe your busy schedule will make you get over her, think that it wasnt right to stay together. you dont know what can happens.”

“i dont know and i dont wanna know… now i gonna choose to let her go because she made up her mind, but not because i chose this,” he sighed and wiped his tears away. “its funny how i cant go back, how i only have one path to go to now and im still torn. its not like i can go back in time or something.”

doyeon stood up and waited for him to stand up as well, “come on, you cant stay like this forever. are you really gonna just sit in your pain or are you gonna grow out of it as well?”

chan stood up and looked at her with pitiful eyes, “i feel like im grieving.”

“well, think about the bright side, youll have a lot of great songs to compose.”

“thats not funny.”

“who told you its a joke? turn your pain into art, chan. why do you think i paint that much? youre not the only person whos hurt in this world, so will you turn this pain into something productive or will you let it drown you? turn this into songs or into choreographies. dont let this pain take over you.”

chan only nodded, that was the only thing he could do at the moment. he knew she was right, but he also knew he wouldnt be able to do that, at least not at that moment.

“im sorry i was rude to you in the groupchat. to be honest, i dont even know why i said those things, i guess i got frustrated at the situation because i hate seeing you like this and blming yourself for it. i know i never told you, but i see myself in you.”

doyeon was expecting anything from chan as his response to his words but the hug he gave her right away, which she responded by wrapping her arms around his body while whispering motivational words in his ear.

once the hug was broken by doyeon, she looked in his eyes and smiled. “im hungry, we should eat something. lets go,” chan smiled as well and nodded. “yea, lets go eat something.”

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS

yn and chan date since their freshman year and are truly high school sweethearts, but will chan’s dream of becoming an idol get between their relationship?

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i wonder - edward cullen x reader

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You kept jerking awake. Alice and Jasper were away hunting, Edward was too.

Your eyes scoped the dark room.

Something dark and tall was in the room in the corner and you flicked the lamp on. It was nothing there.

You slowly lay back down. The light was left on. You heard a noise.

You were a bit scared. You kept the blankets over your head.

The house was big and you were by yourself.

You felt a touch and you jerk from being startled, a hand started to slowly peel the covers off of your head.

Worried eyes looked at you.

“It’s just me…” Edward whispers.

You grab his hand and scoot over as you tug it. He’s at your side.

Your ear was to his chest as your covers curtained around you both. You lie all the way on top of him and he felt your slightly trembling body.

He rubbed your back.

You finally fell asleep.

You barely spoke in the morning.

“Your breakfast is getting cold.” he says quietly near your ear. Propped up on his lap, you only turn your head to the plate, looking at it as if you had a personal problem with it and look away.

He scoops something on the utensil and aims it for your mouth.

You give him a unserious but annoyed face.

"I just want you to eat." he quietly begs.

You open your mouth and his eyes show him being pleased as you chew.

You rise up and he holds onto your hand as you walk away until you’ve made enough distance to where he couldn’t hold onto it anymore, his forearms rests on his knees.

He gets up and follows you. He slides a coffee cup in your direction.

“I’m okay.” you say softly.

He takes a look at you.

“Let’s talk about it.” he says.

“….About what?” you ask in a carefree tone.

He grabs your arms gently, he peered into your eyes.

“You know..” he says quietly.

You sigh quietly and look over before looking at him.

"I don’t know it’s just….I’m scared….And….Its just crazy how…War broke out and it’s all my fault.” you admit.

He shakes his head, “It’s not your fault.”

You don’t look convinced.

“Y/N..It’s not.” he says more seriously. He rubbed your arms, “And…You don’t have to be scared.”

“Alice said….The Volturi are coming..”

“I will deal with them..”

“See, Edward? I’m tired of this.”

He looks down.

“Not of you…Just..Tired of…Feeling weak.” you say.

He looks back up.

“You’re not weak.” he says in your ear as your other ear is pressed to his chest.

Nothing was said for a moment as he swayed you a bit in his arms.

“Your birthday is coming up.”

“Mhm.” you say.

“Come on, you should be more excited than that.” he says and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You don’t say anything and he takes a look at your face. It’s in a slight frown. He leans forward and lingers his lips to the side of your mouth.

You close your eyes.

You held onto a couple of his fingers after he convinced you to come outside.

A bike.

He jerked his head and lets your hand go and climbs on.

“Both of us can’t fit.” you say rolling your eyes.

“Come on. You didn’t try.” he says smiling. You look at his excited eyes. It was adorable and you caved immediately. A shy smile formed on your own face.

You walk and he lifts you up in front of him, close to where the handle bars. You had to admit, he had perfect balance, but you were still cautious as you sat sideways.

“Are you sure I won’t fall?” you whisper.

“Of course not.” he says in your ear and you look to see that the home was already distant from your view. The property of the home was gated off, allowing him to ride around freely.

A slow smile came on your face as he rode faster. He nuzzled your neck that made you bubble out a giggle, you hold onto the middle of the handle bar for a moment.

The wind whizzed on your skin but it felt freeing in a way.

You both came back inside and he tugs you through the house.

Watching him move to the record player, you watch as he puts the needle down on the vinyl.

He holds out his hand and you take it with a small smile. You breathe out a surprised sigh as he lifts your sock covered feet onto his.

You both slow dance, you still felt the shyness run through your veins as he stared at your face. The slow classical music filled the air. It was what one would very much call romantic.

Easily, he lifts you close to him, you both go in a smooth circle as you clutch onto him, the smile still on your face.

Some of his fingers brush the surface of your skin as your top was lifted a bit. Your body leans into him, your head is snug on his shoulder, the fingers of your hand brush upon the nape of his neck.

You felt him hold your body with two arms as you are lifted to exactly his eye level. Both of your hands are placed on his cheeks. Both of your grins grow as both noses touch, you then place a kiss on the side of his mouth, caressing your thumb in the same spot after.

Your mouth was close so he leans in to capture yours. Both arms are around his neck as you melt into his breathtaking kiss.

You’re back onto your feet and he's following you with his mouth as you both never detach. You eventually pull back, breathing slightly heavy as you felt lightheaded.

He kissed and caressed your shoulder and back as you started to wake up in the morning.

“Happy birthday.” he whispered to you.

You sleepily smile at him and hug him. He plants small kisses on your neck as your arms hug him tighter.

You get out of bed and is eager to start your day. You came out of the bathroom and was surprised that the entire Cullen family came. They were waiting for you.

You rush to hug them all. You missed them very much.

“Happy birthday.” rung out from each family member.

Esme and Rosalie had cooked you a breakfast that you claimed was your favorite.

“Didn’t know you were into older women.” Emmett says to Edward. Edward shakes his head in slight annoyance.

You snort at the very small age difference.

“I want to wait until later.” you say to Edward after you let Alice and Rosalie dress you for the day. He had given you a small wrapped gift.

“It’s something that you should open now.” he says.

You tear it open and a small black box. You open it.

A set of keys.

“What’s….This..?”

“Come on. I’ll show you what it goes to.” Edward says and takes your hand as you both walked outside.

You gasp.

You dropped the keys.

You smooth your hands over the shiny convertible.

“Oh. My. God.” you say in shock as you circle around the vehicle.

Edward picks up the keys with a chuckle, “You’re going to need these.”

You rush to him with tears in your eyes as you hug him tight.

“Why did you give me this?”

“Because I wanted to.” he says in happiness.

He hugged you until you pull back, taking one hand to wipe your eye.

“You don’t like it?” he asks quietly.

“I love it. I love it. Oh, Edward. Thank you so much.” you say.

“I’m glad you love it. Come on, you have to test drive it.”

“Where are we going?” you ask, silently thanking your parent for making you get your license even though you didn’t have a car.

“Just keep driving.” he says with a grin and you look over with your own grin as you knew he was up to something.

On the stage, it wasn’t just music that you were watching. Edward watched as you jerked in your seat as you moved the subtlest part of your fingers.

The crescendo made you place your gri on Edward’s thug

“What did you think?” he asks quietly. Your arm was linked with his and your body was comfortably attached to him.

“It was amazing.”

He sat next to you at the restaurant as he persisted to feed you.

“What did you like about it?” he asked. You both could talk about the performance you both saw all night. That’s all you two talked about as you ate dinner.

“It felt like I was watching the gift of sacrifice.” you say quietly.

“That’s…An interesting way to put it.”

“Sorry if that sounds weird.” you say meekly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t think it sounds weird….I get what you mean…”

“You do?” you ask in a dreamy expression that almost melted him. A slow grin stretched across his face.

“Yes…Many musicians give their entire life, their soul almost, to give performances like that for a concerto. It’s what most work their entire life for, even if no one appreciates the sacrifice.”

You both enter the home and Alice is already grabbing you by the arm pulling you towards the room that was filled with balloons and flowers.

Esme brought out a baked cake with candles as the family sing happy birthday with Alice too excited to sing on the same octave as everyone else. You peak at the lit up cake and look down at the floor multiple times as all eyes were on you. Edward held your hand for the entirety.

You blow out the candles.

“You didn’t make a wish.” Carlisle says with a laugh.

“I have nothing to wish for.” you say as Rosalie gives you a knife to cut into your cake.

Jasper tried to teach you a dance, Alice and Edward leave out of the room. You couldn’t even feel worried before you giggle at Jasper taking your hand to twirl you.

It was time to open gifts. Alice said so. Emmett and Jasper had already installed a stereo system in your new car. You hug them tight. Emmett of course pokes your side to make you laugh, making you swat him softly.

Carlisle and Esme gifted you a Beethoven bust that was made of solid marble. You hug them tight and they both whisper another happy birthday.

Rosalie gifts you a very nice pair of new headphones along with a bracelet that blinged.

She clasps it on your wrist after you hug her.

Alice’s smile was bright as she says, “From me and Edward.”

You turn to look at him and he looks at you.

You tear it open and carefully hold up the CD.

Y/N and Edward’s duet

“How?” you ask him. You didn’t have to listen to the CD to know what song it was. You both played it often in private.

“Alice helped me. A lot.”

Alice hugged you tight, returning your hug.

Edward hugged you the longest, even swaying you. You pressed a kisses to his face as he chuckled and you both hugged each other tight again.

“Just one more gift.” he whispered in your ear.

You put on a jacket, he carried you through the landscapes, with your legs around his waist.

You slide down and your feet touch the ground. The night sky was lit up with stars. You look up. You chuckle softly.

“Wow…This really is a nice gift.” you say breathlessly.

It was a beautiful view. You wish you could stargaze all night, but you were so tired.

You turn around after noticing Edward’s silence.

Your eyes widened with hands covering your mouth.

He’s on one knee.

Your heart speeds up as you couldn’t come up with words.

He cracked open the box. It shined as bright as the stars.

“Y/N..I wish I could dream so badly…You would be the star…My heart is so full of you, you own it. My soul…Feels so complete…I’m so grateful that you came into my life…A day without you, would drive me mad..Will you spend forever with me? Would you be the honor to be my soulmate? Will you marry me?”

You try to speak but you couldn’t. Your hands fly to your eyes.

Sure, you two have talked about it, but this was way different than just talking about it.

You sob with happiness. Your shoulders trembled before you look at him tearfully. You go to say something but it’s thick with tears. You wipe your face before you tell him your answer.

“Of course, I will marry you Edward.” you sniffled.

He slides the ring on with a smile.

You immediately pull him in for a kiss. You kiss him deeply. You both stumble onto the ground. He takes the fall, letting you be on top of him.

He made you so happy. Your heart lurched at him calling you his soulmate.

“I love you.” he tells you as you look down deeply at him.

“I love you.” you say as you caress his face, “I love you more than the stars in this night sky.”

“I love you more than the stars in the universe.” he says as he caressed your face back.

“You don’t have to outdo me every time.” you say with a tearful laugh, he joins you, “You made this the best birthday ever…Seriously.”

He pushed the nape of your neck down, making your lips meet his again.

As you two lie in bed, you whispered, “How can I top this for your birthday?”

“Don’t worry about it…You’re my gift from life itself.” he whispered back.

You look at the ring again. The promise ring was on one hand, the proposal ring was right where it belonged.

“It’s my mother’s.” he says quietly.

The Victorian diamond clustered ring sat snug on your hand. It was proof of each other’s love.

The next day, you call your parent.

“Did you know?”

“Of course I knew. We went ahead and gave our blessing. The boy doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Thanks.” you whisper.

You tell them the details of how it happened. They were happy for you.

“At least there’s some good news instead of the negative overshadowing it.” they say sadly.

“How’s Charlie..?”

“He’s…He’s trying to be strong but….He misses his child Y/N.”

You nod as you look down.

You felt like you were responsible somehow.

“Well, work is calling for me…I’ll talk to you later, okay?” your parents says.

You both hang up.

As you and Edward played the piano together, well not really with all of the interrupted kisses, Alice slowly walked in with a sad look on her face.

“The battle is finished…” she says quietly.

You watch as Edward looks at his sister, who was frozen.

“They’re coming.” Edward states.

He was of course right as Alice nods. He had a look of aversion.

“When?” Edward wants to know, with a ‘let’s get this over with’ tone.

“They’ll be here before tonight.”

“Alright…We take Y/N away from here and I will stay here-“

“Edward. They’re expecting Y/N to be here…” Alice says and you can tell there’s more to what she’s saying.

Edward clenched his fist, “Dammit.” he says under his breath. You rub his back.

“I don’t see them hurting her.” Alice says to reassure her brother.

It didn’t work. He became more and more agitated as he stole glances at you.

“The worse they will say is it to turn her.” Jasper says quietly.

“I wanted her to live naturally..” Edward says in pure frustration.

“We all want that…But, I’m sure he had a nice talk with Eleazar.” Alice says.

“I knew going to Denali was a bad idea…Had I trusted my gut…Had we not went, they wouldn’t have met Y/N. Therefore, the Volturi wouldn’t have any knowledge that Y/N even existed.” Edward says.

Alice looks down, feeling a tad guilty because she green lit the trip.

“So….What do we do..?” you ask.

“They’re not going to touch you.” Edward tells you.

”I don’t want anyone to touch you…Or any of you.” you say.

You and Edward sat close and squished on the couch. You both hadn’t said anything. Your arm was hooked with his as his hand on that same arm, was resting on your knee with his thumb rubbing circles on it.

Jasper held Alice close, keeping her calm. In fact, the entire room was calm as you felt the effects.

Edward had his thinking face on.

Alice leaves from Jasper’s arm.

“They’re close.” she whispers.

“Let’s go.” Edward tells you in a quiet voice.

He stands up and you slowly stand up. He takes your hand in his and takes you into the bedroom.

You were confused with a furrow of your eyebrows. He holds your hands for a moment as you stare at him. He then holds them tightly as pierced his gaze into yours.

“Stay here…Don’t come out of this room.” He pressed a kiss to your lips with force. He steps back and his stiff body language made you worried.

“Edward.” you say as you tried to reach out to him. He closed the door.

“Edward!” you say louder.

You go to open the door, twisting and pulling on it with all of your might, but it’s genuinely stuck, not budging at all.

Breathing shakily, you take backward steps away from the door.

You try to be discreet, peaking out of the window without moving the curtain. You don’t see anything. You don’t hear anything.

You stare at the door as your heart pounds in your ears.

After what seemed like forever, the door slowly opens with a soft creak and you hold back a gasp. You move backwards and Edward comes back in, looking down. Looking defeated.

He walks towards you slowly.

He grabs your face and you couldn’t speak. He just doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look you in the eye. Resistance was deep in his attitude.

Alice comes behind him. Her gold eyes lost the last bit of joy you thought she would have.

“Come on, Edward.” she says quietly.

Edward squeezed his eyes shut as he looked conflicted. He then pressed his lips to yours.

He takes your hand. You follow his painfully slow steps. Walking down the hallway, into the living room.

All that you saw, were black coats. Numerous of red eyes stared at you. It was as if you were the prize in the room.

You stopped.

One comes forward with a smile that could make a baby cry. He carried himself as a leader.

“You…Must be…Y/N.” he says, making sure to taste and roll your name out of his mouth.

You squeeze Edward’s hand as you don’t dare to move.

Edward moved you behind him, before you process it, as the red eyed vampire makes his way closer and closer.

“Now Edward…Don’t be so stubborn.” he warns in an eerily friendly way.

Edward glowered, resisting you from being close.

“Let us see the human!” Another vampire says, impatient. His skin was almost translucent. He had a nasty look on his face. His pale blonde hair could catch anyone’s eye.

The leader, you holds his hand up to signify peace, “Easy, Caius.”

“Edward..Just listen.” Alice pleaded softly. Jasper displays a look of concentration. You felt the peace that smothered the room.

Not breaking eye contact, Edward doesn’t move, but you make small steps forward, not wanting anything to happen to him because of his disobedience.

The leader smiles brightly at you.

He held out his hand, inviting you to take it. You hesitate as you look at it. You slowly put your hand in his, he clasps both of his hands together with yours being sandwiched in. You inhale sharply due to nervousness.

You blink and look between your hands and his face. His eyes were closed as he reacts and hums to whatever he was doing.

You turn your head around to Edward, he did his best to not let his emotions show but, you knew him well and he looked like someone ripped his heart out. He wouldn’t even look in your direction. You turn to look at the person in front of you who had bright crimson eyes.

“My…My…A talented one.” The leader whispered in glee as he tilted his head at you.

You slowly retract your hand as he lets it go.

“Do you know my name?” he asks with two hands on his chest.

You slowly shake your head. You felt you should’ve. You were even afraid of telling him your answer.

He smiles, “I’m Aro.”

You only nod in acknowledgement.

“It’s such an inconvenience that the shifters were bothering you…But don’t worry….All have been taken care of…You shouldn't have to worry about them bothering you again.” he says enticingly.

Your breathing becomes heavy and Edward grabs your hand and puts you back behind him. Aro looks at him with a slight smirk.

“You know what I want, Edward.”

“I don’t care…About what you want.” Edward slowly says bitterly. You squeeze his hand.

“It’s either you or Y/N…Pick one.”

You start to slowly panic. You wondered if that meant either you or him would have to die. You wondered what was going through Aro’s mind that made Edward resist so much. After all, they were the law…Right?

“Easy. Me.” Edward says and you tug his hand. He only glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Edward…You’re not going anywhere…Remember?” you whisper in a stammer. Tears prickled your eyes.

Edward turns his body to you and cups your face.

“Don’t separate them Aro. Their bond is great.” a man with dark hair says. He had a bored expression on his face that seemed permanent, but his tone made you think otherwise.

“I can see that Marcus. A vampire falling in love with a human…How aberrant.” Aro says with a soft sigh.

“Just let them take me…I’m the human.” you say as you point at yourself and you turn your head towards them, “Just leave him alone…I’ll do whatever you want.” you say emotionally.

“No. The answer is no.” Edward says to you in a stern voice that made you have goosebumps.

“But, Edward-“

“You should listen to the human, Edward.” a man with a dark grey coat spat out and Edward became very upset. It was the first time you had seen his face turn so dark. He made sure you had enough distance from him.

Taking his anger out with a frustrated growl, he didn’t care that the vampire that he knocked back with one simple shove, flew backwards and onto the piano. It crashed in pieces with a distorted note. The vampire flashes towards Edward and a blur between the two was made as they fought.

You felt a cool hand, pulling you back making distance from the mess that was being made, that could’ve put you in harms way. It was Jasper.

Jasper then goes to rush towards his brother but a man with a black coat grabs him and keeps him in a tight grasp.

Edward was being held by the throat and a huge crack was made on the floor by his body being slammed down through the glass table and onto the floor. The large crash almost made you cover your ears from how loud it was.

You felt like a gush of air was punched out of you.

You rush forward, but Alice grabbed you, displaying her strength. You fought against her hold but she had you stuck in her arms. You let out noises of frustration and a struggle.

Edward was now overpowering him, creating a large hole in the wall. Blurs happen and the vampire has Edward pinned in a tight headlock, looking ready to genuinely rip his head off. You remember how strong they are.

“Alice, let me go!” you beg angrily.

“It’s dangerous.” she begs in a hushed voice.

“So what?! They’re hurting him! Let. Me. Go.” you nastily say to her as you thrash against her hard body. She didn’t budge. She didn’t listen. She wasn’t going to. You start to quietly sob as you couldn’t do anything. You felt bad that she took all of your shoves.

You would rather them do it to you. You would run to danger, just to get the attention off of him.

Aro, unknowingly to you, watched in amusement as he's telling the vampire who still had Edward by the throat and the vampire who had black mist coming from his hands, to stop in a calm voice.

Felix.

That was his name.

The person who Aro called Alec, stepped back and there was no more black mist going in Edward’s direction. Alec displayed a calm demeanor but his actions spoke otherwise.

Edward breathes out heavily and falls to his knees. Felix walks away from him, glaring at him as if he wanted to spit on him.

You glared at him as he goes back to the spot he was standing.

Alice finally lets you go and you fly to your knees as you hold Edward by his neck. You continued your quiet sobs in his neck. He held you back. You didn't care that it was tighter than he had ever held you.

“Just make things easier, Edward... All of this fighting is purely unnecessary….All I want is for Y/N is to be changed…. We just want to make sure our secret is kept. We’ve done a tremendous job doing so. We would hate for all of our hard work to go to waste.” Aro speaks in a civil manner.

“She’s kept it…It’s unnecessary to just change her for the thrill of it. That’s not what you really want... You just want her gift."

"I also wanted you and Alice's gift...Even Jasper's...You all have turned down my invitation, no?" he says in confidence that was almost scary.

Nothing was said and Aro takes more steps towards you.

"Get. Back." Edward warned him in a cruel tone as he stands protectively in front of you once again, ready to attack him if he took one more step.

"Pain." you heard from a small voice.

Before you knew it, Edward lets you go as he double back with pain. You gasp as he couldn't speak and his eyes go wide and wild. His body was convulsed with such pain as he’s to his knees, bending his back.

“Edward? What did you do to him?! Edward?” you look as you tried to grab at him and you turn to see a small vampire staring at him with a grin. The man you known to be Caius, had a look of satisfaction as well. They were simply getting off on his pain.

"Okay, okay, okay, just stop. Change me, just do it, change me. Just leave him alone, please." you sob out with a whine. You continue to sob and you hear Aro tell the short vampire to stop.

Jane.

Edward wheezes out as you hold his face. He slowly rises to his feet, you never let him go. Aro calls your name. You were afraid to turn to look at him, but you didn’t want Jane to do the same thing to you. You slowly turn to his direction.

You then felt Aro's hands cup your cheeks, wiping some of your tears away as he whispered, "Don't worry, child…We’re not here to harm anyone…We just want you..To be one of us….You're exceptional dear.”

"I have one request...Just let us..Please….Just let us…Get married first...I want to make my vows to him...While my heart is still beating..Please?" you hiccup out as your body shakes in fear.

His red eyes search yours with a moment before he finally grins, "I grant it...For you." he steps back from you before he takes a look around, "We sure hope to get an invite to such special day." he jokes.

No one laughs as he sighs out in contentment.

Your eyes search for Edward's. He stared at you, heartbroken. He then looks away, feeling like he couldn't do anything to change anyone's mind. You watch him become numb before your very eyes.

"I would stay to tell you all about the wonderful battle that we had against the wolves with the lovely Denali Coven, but I'm afraid we have to go. Maybe another time." Aro speaks. You blink.

Edward that night, didn't speak. He sat still on the end of your bed as you plead to him to talk to you. Even going as far as going on your knees to have your hands rest on his knees. You didn't care how pathetic you looked.

"Please....I'm sorry...." you say and lay your head in his lap. You felt his hand on your head.

He whispers your name. You slowly lift your head, silent tears stained your face. He slowly pressed his fingertips to wipe your tears away.

"You did nothing wrong...You did nothing wrong." he whispered and he cups your cheeks. You hold onto his wrists as you stare into his sad gaze.

"I didn't want any of this for you...When you wanted to walk away.. I should've let you... That was so selfish of me to do…You told me it would be dangerous if we were to fall in love..I should've listened." he whispered.

"Don't say that." you whispered as you look at him. He's not convinced as he then puts on a smug expression with a slight shrug, "Sam was right...You should've stayed away from us while you had the chance."

"Edward...Stop. Okay? I don't.... I don't regret meeting you. I don't regret falling in love with you....You're the love of my life so please don't say that...I love you."

"I love you entirely too much...That's my problem."

"And its the best problem that I could ask for." you whisper to him. He closed his eyes as if he was in pain. You rise to your feet and he immediately pulls you into his lap, your mouth is smothered with his.

You hold onto his face as you try to keep up with him, but it felt like he was kissing you for the last time.

His lips move to your chin, your jaw, to your neck. He holds onto the nape of your neck as open mouth kisses were being made. "I'm doing it...If you're going to be turned, it's going to be me who’s doing it. Do you hear me?" he says against your neck.

"Y-yes." you say with your own eyes closed, you felt ashamed for being excited from his actions.

"You're not going back to Forks..Ever."

Your eyes pop open.

"Why?" you ask.

"He's going to try to make La Push part of their territory..."

You express worries about your parent.

"Your parent isn't going to stay in Forks...Alice saw...That they're going to try to move back home...Some time down the line…They’re going to try to make things work."

You wondered if you and Edward being happy sparked a newfound faith in your parent for wanting to make things work with your other parent.

"And Charlie?" you whisper.

He pauses before he answers, "He will miss Bella forever."

You look down.

You both lie in bed until you drifted off to sleep. The problem was, when he moved to get out of the bed, you jerked awake.

“Go back to sleep.” he whispered.

You blink at him. You didn’t care that you were tired.

He goes to lay back down but you knew when the last time he fed.

“You can go…I will sleep when you come back..I promise.”

He looked down sadly at you and makes his way out.

The mess in the living room was cleaned up after a day, with a brand new piano and all, but you didn’t touch it. You stared at it. It felt like you were going to summon them if you decided to play.

Days ticked away.

As you and Edward were lounging, staring at each other and searching each other’s faces, it was mostly all that you two have been doing lately, a knock raps on the door.

He felt you be startled but he rubbed your back to calm you down.

"You can get it." he says quietly.

You lift your chin off of his chest and slowly make your way off of him and to the front door. He idles away and you give him a quizzical look as you open the door.

The man opens the crate, you kept staring at Edward as you sign your signature on the delivery clipboard.

"They're all yours." the delivery person says with a smile and lifts out a meowing cat and places them in your arms.

You gasp as you reach out and hold it, you look at Edward and he's smiling.

"Did you do this?" you ask him softly with your own smile.

He nods.

You close the door and cooed to the cat. Calling them by the first name that you felt fit them. They purr as you pet them. You walk closer to where Edward is and Edward takes large steps back.

"Where are you going?" you ask.

"Animals are afraid of us..." he says.

You feel the cat stir in your arms as they get down. They walk some, catch a whiff of Edward and stare at him.

Hiss

All of their teeth show as their tail sticks stiff, in blatant attack mode. You hurry to scoop them up and brush them again as you tell them, "It's okay."

"I'm sorry Edward...Why did you get them for me?" you ask as you pet them and make distance between you two. The cat still had a close eye on Edward.

"So you don't have to be by yourself..While I'm away."

"You're so sweet….Don't worry, I will kiss you later." you promise.

He smiled, "I will hold you to it."

"Please do." you say in a whisper.

Edward watched from a distance as the cat ate a treat from your hand while you sat on your knees. You brush their fur as they rub against your body and purr.

It was nice company as Edward was away to hunt. The cat sat in your lap as you watched a movie. Even though the Volturi were gone, you still felt like they were behind you in the same living room. You kept looking over your shoulder.

Your new cat must’ve sensed your fear because it kept staring at you and circling themselves on your lap.

Your cat was sound asleep on a rug, you make your way toward Edward as he came back in.

You kiss him.

He kissed you back.

“Let’s play something.” he tells you in a whisper as he guides you back into the bedroom.

You stared at the keyboard that was on your bed.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I think…I think I want to quit.”

“….Quit..?”

You don’t say anything.

“Y/N…Why?”

“Because…All that runs through my mind is…Them….”

He holds your chin up.

“Think of all of the good memories of us….The good memories that you had playing..”

“I understand now Edward. I understand why you wanted me to stay human…I can’t even compete anymore if I do turn.” you say apologetically.

He looked sadly at this realization.

“We can…We can figure something out.” he whispered.

“Like what?” you say emotionally.

“Just don’t let go of the thing that makes you happy. Besides me. Playing piano makes you happy. It makes me happy. When we play together, we’re happy…It’s the thing that brought us together.”

You look down and nod.

He takes your hand and you both sit in the middle of the bed.

“What should we…Play?”

“Just follow me.” he whispered.

He starts on the other keyboard, you follow. Soon, you both are making music. Happiness did surge in your veins. But, it reminded you of simpler times. Times of when you got over the fact that he wasn’t a normal boy, but things weren’t as serious as they were. This was now harsh reality.

You pushed the keyboard to the side as you both were finished and you grab him. He grabbed you back. He’s still sitting up as you crush his lips to his. He brings you to straddle him and you are able to kiss each other better.

The sighs you both let out, let each other know that you both needed each other.

He rubbed his hands under your shirt and up your back. You let out a heavy sigh as you kiss him, his hands raised goosebumps on your back.

Your body responded, you move your hips slowly forward and he takes one hand to hold the nape of your neck. Your bottom lip was in his mouth. The kiss became even more heated with his eyes squeezed shut.

You let go of his mouth to breathe with a soft smack, his kisses were wet against your neck before trailing to your collarbone. Your head goes back as his mouth then goes to your throat. Your eyes seemed to be permanently shut.

You heard scratching. You heard meows. He paused his kisses with a soft chuckle.

“The cat needs you.”

You catch your breath as you look to him. You crushed your lips to his to give him one last, longing kiss.

You unwillingly slide out of his lap. You make your way to the door and open it. The cat that was scratching the door, runs away. You take one last look at Edward before you shut the door behind you to follow the cat.

Alice didn’t bother to let you pick out what you were wearing for the wedding. She showed you the sketch instead.

“It’s…So…Me.” you say in astonishment.

“I can’t wait to make it.” she says with a shiny smile.

“Have you…Talked to Rose recently?”

“No…But, I seen that she will be there.” she says to you.

You nod.

“So um…What happened…With the battle and everything?” you ask. The way Aro made it sound, it sounded like a blood bath. You still wanted to know.

“Edward thinks you will have nightmares. He knew you would ask.”

Damn.

“Okay.” you accept.

“Kate, Tanya, Eleazar, and Carmen will be in attendance.” she says happily.

“…Not Irina?” you ask disappointingly.

“She’s…She’s upset with us right now..We didn’t fight beside her…She will get over it.” she tells you. You nod.

She leaves out. She stared sadly at the distant cat before she left. You felt bad. You rubbed her arm as you could tell she would have liked to pet it.

“Can I have just a peak?” Edward whispered as he repeatedly kissed your neck. The small jolts of excitement rushed through you.

“No.” you managed to chuckle out. He lets out a small sigh and graced your leg with his hand. You shudder a bit as you move closer to him.

“It’s bad luck.” you say to him and he looked into your eyes and it made you deliciously nervous. You were relieved that Alice took the sketch with her.

“I was thinking.” he says quietly.

“Hm?”

“We should elope.”

You look to him.

“If it’s public, the Volturi would want to change…You…Right after…Rushing it…Let’s elope so that we can just..Have more time.”

“You know them better than me.” you say quietly, not shooting down the idea completely.

“I want us to do this on our time…Not on theirs.”

“I understand.” you say quietly with a nod.

While he was away, you were bored. You even gotten your cat tired of your presence, you played with them with a piece of string. Letting them claw at it, exercising their reflexes.

You huff as they abandoned you to do their own thing.

Moving your feet, you wander around the house. You leave out, you remember a music center that was not too far. Needing fresh air and new scenery, you start the journey to go.

You flip through a book. You sat it on the counter.

Coming back home, your cat greets you. You flip through the book again as you sit on the bench. It lands on a song.

Devil’s Trill Sonata

You look at the music sheets. You hear noises, letting know that Edward was back, you put it in your side in the nightstand drawer.

The cat scurried into your room and you bend down with a chuckle to pet them.

It was a definite confirm that Edward was back.

You close the door to the bedroom and see Edward at the piano bench.

You wrap your arms around his neck from behind and he convinces you to sit down and join him.

“I don’t know this.” you say breathlessly as you play painfully slow to the sheet music he had displayed.

“You will.” he says with a grin.

After you gave up, he finished it off and you watch his fast fingers in amazement.

“I was thinking.” you say timidly.

“Hm?”

“That…Can I just compete….One more time…?”

He goes quiet for a moment as he thinks. He takes a look at you.

“May I ask why?”

“Because Edward..” you say with a breathless chuckle, “I just..Want to do it just one last time….Please?”

“Answer me this and I will give you my answer.”

You nod eagerly.

“Is it genuine? Or is it a distraction?”

“….Its genuine…I don’t even care if I win..” you whisper.

“Fine.” he says quietly.

He turns the pages in the book.

“How about this?” he asks and plays the piece. It was different but nice. Your mind travels back to the music you found. The notes seemed difficult but a healthy type of difficult. Your fingers were itching to go in another direction.

The sky was darkening and he fed you before he tells you he had to feed himself.

“Practice. Okay? I want to see what you got.” he says and kisses you goodbye. You nod.

You rush to your room as you open the drawer to your nightstand.

Slowly, you walk to the piano, sitting down, you set the sheet up at you look at it. You don’t know why your hands were shaking, but you slowly play it out.

The music fills your ears and the room. Your fingers flow and your eyes start to try and shut but you kept your eyes open so you could continue to read the notes.

You felt a jolt of excitement, it was as if you fell in love with playing all over again. That’s what you practiced until your cat brushed their body against your legs, however you felt a bit annoyed. You were having a good time playing it.

You pause, picking up the cat.

“What’s wrong?” you coo to them. They were acting very clingy. You rise and set them in the living room.

You put the song that you were supposed to be practicing, on the stand and you put the other sheet music in your bedroom. You come out and your cat runs past you into the bedroom. You come out with a grin, happy to see Edward by the piano.

“Ready to show me?” he asks with a grin.

“Mhm.” you say with a soft smile.

“First movement.” he nods.

Your fingers then hit the weighted keys.

He’s excited as you began to play but his smile fades before turning straight.

“Y/N.” he says as soon as the music stops.

“Yes?” you answer.

“Did you practice?”

“…Yes.” But just not this one.

“Y/N…You and I both know…That you didn’t practice this.”

You sigh as you look down in shame.

“Look…You don’t have to lie to me or convince me that you don’t want to compete as a distraction.”

“I don’t want to compete as a distraction…” you then smile as you remember the song you played earlier, “I just…Really miss competing.”

He takes a look at you. He knew you very well.

“What were you playing?”

You look at him surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…You said you were practicing…Show me.” he says quietly.

You straighten your back without him having to remind you. He watched carefully but with interest. He hadn’t seen you this excited in so long. Probably since he first met you.

Your fingers play. You didn’t need sheet music because you went over it over and over gain. He watched as your eyes closed as you felt the music. He even felt it. He hasn’t heard that song in so long. However, it reminded him too much of bad times. Dark times.

“Why that song?” he asks quietly after he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“I um…I came across it..” you tell him.

He rises up and goes into the bedroom. You follow him with a jog.

“Where did you put it?”

“Put what?”

“Y/N…Now is not the time.” he says sternly.

You scoff at him, “Okay, what is the big deal? It’s just a piece.”

“I don’t want you to play it…”

“Why not..?” you ask almost angrily.

He shakes his head as he takes a look at your attitude but he calmly speaks, “Call it selfish..But it just takes me back…It takes me back…To when..” he sits down slowly on the bed.

You move to him and rest your hand on his shoulder. You’re patient as he has the motivation to speak again.

“It takes me back to when I was a bad person…I loathed Carlisle…For so long…I wanted so badly to stay away from the diet I have now….I killed people…They were horrible people..But I could hear their voices before and as they died..It nearly drove me insane…It was one of the songs I just played a lot of during that time…”

You breathe as you listen to his story. You couldn’t even imagine Edward going on a killing spree. He was so kind and gentle, that you would’ve thought he was joking had you not witnessed the anguish in his voice.

“Listen…You can play whatever you want…If you want to change the song we have now, we can. Are you bored of it?”

“No..It’s just..” you shake your head with a soft smile, “I found my spark again….When I played…It’s like something was reborn..”

He hung his head, “Just not that song..”

“But…I felt-”

“Just not that song.” he repeats. “Please.” He holds your gaze. He holds it until you nod in agreement.

You were fast asleep that night as you lie on his chest.

A red hallway was where you were walking. You toward the sound of a crowd. You stepped out onstage. A huge spotlight was on the piano. You walked to it, only hearing your footsteps. You couldn’t see the audience, it was too dark. But, you knew that they were there as you felt their presence.

You sit down. You play the song. You played it perfectly. Faster than you have ever known your hands to play.

Before you knew it, the crowd roared with claps and cheers. You look down, finding flowers snug in your arms. You smile as you realize that you won. You search the audience for Edward. You couldn’t find him. But in the front row, the person sitting petrified you enough to drop your flowers.

Aro slowly claps with a knowing smirk. Even standing up. His slow claps became louder. And louder. And louder.

With a gasp, you sat up awake. You breathe heavily as you look to find Edward gone, but instead your cat lounging at the foot of your bed.

You got to open the door and Edward appeared. His nostrils flare and he looked down in worry.

You look down.

“Shit.” you say in a harsh whisper.

Your night bottoms showed an accident. A surprise type of accident.

You go to your bed and find a small spot of blood, you pull back the cover, you gasp slightly as you saw it bled through onto the sheet, you pull back the sheet, you gasp more, it had made a spot in the mattress.

“Are you hurting?” Edward asks quietly.

“No.” you whine a bit, “I’m just early. Like, way early.” you say.

He doesn’t say anything as he helps you clear the bed.

“It could be stress.”

“Stress from what?” you ask.

You slam the washer machine lid down and take a shower. Your mind swirled. Temptation whispered in your ear as you thought back to your dream. You won. People cheered for you and only for you.

You shake your head. You already told Edward that it didn’t matter whether you won or not.

You couldn’t find the song after that day as you flip through your book. You knew for a fact Edward had gotten rid of it.

He rubbed your shoulders silently as you sat and stared at the weighted keys.

You haven’t been sleeping good. The competition was tomorrow. You actually looked forward to it.

“We can cancel, Y/N.”

Your food goes down in one swallow as you glare at him.

“What?”

He looks at you, unfazed.

“So, what? Now, you want me to cancel?”

He intakes a patient breath, “You’re under a lot of stress. What I want, is for you to get some rest…You’re not sleeping again. You’re awake every time I come home.”

“Just…Figured I better get used to it. Pretty soon, I will have to kiss it goodbye.”

He doesn’t say anything.

You look down.

“I’m…So…”

He gets up. Slowly, he makes his distance from you with a dissociate attitude.

“I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Edward, I’m sorry…I don’t know why I said that.” You whisper as you hug him from behind.

He turns, he only furrowed his eyebrows as he took a look at you. “Why won’t you just talk to me? You’re holding a lot in. It’s just bubbling out…”

You hung your head. You tell him. You tell him how it feels like the Volturi is watching you in a way. Sometimes feeling like you have to look over your shoulder in a house. You tell him about the dream. He pulls you to him.

“Do you want to cancel?”

“I can’t let them take the one thing I love away from me…We made plans to do this together.” you say.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

You woke early, his gold eyes were fading.

“I slept all night.” you tell him quietly.

“I never left.”

You blink at his eyes that were slowly showing thirst, “Don’t starve for me.”

“Just get ready. I will be okay.” he says with a soft chuckle.

You lean in with a forceful kiss. He smiles against your lips.

He made it back just in time for him to open your door. You slide in the backseat as he slides in next to you.

You smile at each other and you especially take in his lighter eyes.

Because you two sat so close, you lift his arm subtly and snake your arm around his. You both smile at each other again as the hand on the same arm rests on your knee.

You were a bit sad the driver had already made it to the destination.

You heard the chatters of people talking as you get your number.

He stood outside of the bathroom as you soaked your hands in warm water in the sink. You stared at yourself in the mirror.

Edward sat. His finger subtly jerked as he listened to your performance. The claps were deserved. It did sound like it was your last time playing.

You lean with a smile and put the silver medal around Edward’s neck.

“What would I do without you?”

“I don’t want to know.” he says.

Your yawns were so big in the car that your jaw felt like it was going to break. The night air with the car ride rocked you like a lullaby.

You walked in the home and Edward immediately picks you up in his arms.

He was shocked that you didn’t stir in your sleep when he put you to bed. He kept staring, thinking you were going to move, but you were just dead weight.

Even as he went further and further from the house, he didn’t hear you waking up.

You blinked your eyes open. You scanned the room left to right. A figure. Dark. The figure was standing still. But, it came closer, and closer. Whispering things. Sharp but powerful things. You gasp and you just felt like you were choking.

You woke up gagging and Edward looked at you worriedly as he clutch onto you.

You wheeze out with a whisper, “What’s wrong with me?”

“It’s just a dream.”

It was morning but still early.

“I’m sorry I left.” he whispered.

“Stop apologizing.” you say as you lie back in the pillows.

“Sorry.” he chuckles and you nudge him playfully.

A phone rings.

You look over and it’s yours.

An invitation to a showcase performance.

You jump out of bed, “Come on, we have work to do.”

Edward grinned at your excitement.

He watched as you felt stuck on one part of a song he was teaching you, you held your one hand over each of the keys and make your fingers on your other hand make them press down on the right keys.

”Now all together.” he softly says.

You close your eyes without giving the sheets a second look and hit the notes.

“That’s really good.” he says in wonderment when the music is over and he looks at you deeply. You bubble with a slow burn of excitement.

“Thanks.” you stammer out.

There was one rehearsal before the showcase.

It was three of them and they all looked unimpressed. They sat behind a panel as they watched you on stage.

“Can’t wait to hear it.” the middle one with an accent says and you take it your cue to play the song.

When you were finished, “Another.” the middle person stared at you.

It hadn’t happen to you before but you play another piece off the top of your head.

“Im bored..” the middle one says. The two on their left and right covered their mouths discreetly with their hand to be professional.

“What song made you feel?…I feel like I’m watching you do as told.”

You swallow. Hard.

You closed your eyes and shakily intake your breath.

Slowly, your fingers hit familiar notes. Notes that you felt obsessed with. Notes that were forbidden but you couldn’t think of anything else.

This person doesn’t say anything when you’re done. You got out into the hallway, Edward waits for you.

You open your mouth, “It’s okay, Y/N.” he says, not wanting to make it a big deal.

“Before you go…” the middle person from the judge panel says and motions for you to walk outside with them. You grab Edward’s hand and follow them.

“I just do this for you know, the culture, the arts, but Italy is my home.”

You and Edward look at each other.

They suck in their cigarette, “I can’t stop thinking about that song… It was like…The devil…. Was at the door, just knocking…So, what do you say?”

“I can’t…” you say.

“Why not?”

“I’m getting married. I can’t leave.” you say politely with a smile.

They blow out smoke that made you scrunch your nose, “I don’t think you’re hearing me….The International Ettore Pozzoli competition…You’re turning it down to go run off down the aisle, like there isn’t millions of opportunities to do so.”

“It’s Y/N’s decision.” Edward says professionally but with an unforgiving tone.

“Call me…Instead of having the devil knocking, invite him into the goddamn room.” they tell you in a private tone and flick the bud and walk off.

You held Edward’s hand as you both walked the streets.

“I know hate is a strong word, but I hate people sometimes.” you say as you walk.

You shake your head with a disagreeable noise.

He softly chuckles.

“That’s the last thing I need to be doing. What we need to be doing, Edward. Come on, Italy?”

“I know, I know.”

You held let the cat walk over your chest.

“Go ahead, I will be fine.” you say with a grin.

Edward slowly makes his way out.

You flick the lamp off, you blink at the darkness. Your eyes grow heavy enough to fall asleep.

You felt hands on your shoulders, they were tight with the grip they had on you.

“Do it.” it whispered in one ear.

“Do it.” it whispered in the other ear.

“Do it.” kept repeating faster and fast until you scrunched your face from being overwhelmed. Hands pushed you, towards the piano. You had no control over your hands as you watched yourself play and play.

“Do it.” a close whisper says in your ear. You look over and it was Aro who grins with his crimson eyes. Your eyes widened, as you felt yourself bow in front of him. A crown was placed on your head.

You still played the song that Edward wanted you to, but you played as if your life depended on it. There were talented people, so you took it as your moment to be the biggest show off.

The person who was in the middle panel gave you one last look, silently wishing you would change your decision. You just took Edward’s hand to the driver that was waiting.

You blink at the television when you both came home.

“What if we ran away?” you ask him. You miss when problems between you two didn’t seem like they would have to be between life and death.

Edward tilts his head at you with a sad look, “We can’t.”

“Why not?…You guys can run fast and keep yourselves hidden.”

“Aro brought Demetri for a reason….The one who held Jasper back.”

“What does….He do?” you ask in shaky whisper.

“He’s the best tracker in the world. He caught whiff of our scents already. He can find anyone.”

You gasp and then intake a sharp breath. You couldn’t even run. You were really at a dead end.

“The guy with the black mist..What was he doing to you?”

“Alec..Jane’s twin brother, can take away your senses.” he answered.

You blink and try to rise from Edward’s lap but he holds onto you.

“I want to go home.” you say as tears fell down like waterfalls.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” he says in a whisper. He wiped your tears gently and you put your head on his shirt. He lets you get it wet as he held the back of your head.

“Will we ever be happy? Just lay it out to me.”

“Yes.”

“Edward-”

“We will…We will..” he says with confidence that didn’t make you question his claim like you thought you would.

“Will…I stop being scared? And stop feeling so weak?”

“Yes.” he says.

“…Do you like..Being the vampire you are?”

He’s silent for a moment, but not too long, “I didn’t…But….If I haven’t lived this long, I wouldn’t have met you…But, I don’t want this life for you.”

You only rise up and he lets you.

You flop down face first on the bed with a soft sigh. You just squeeze your eyes shut.

You didn’t realize that you were asleep until you felt a finger tap your cheek. Without opening your eyes, you tiredly swat it away with your hand. It happens again. You open your eyes, thinking that it was Edward messing with you. But the smile made you wake up even more made you jump up and hug her.

“I missed you so much.” you whisper.

“I was just here for your birthday.” Rosalie chuckles.

“It seemed so long ago.” you say and she has a seat next to you on your bed.

“I heard what happened with the Volturi.” she says with an apologetic look on her face.

“Yeah…You weren’t even here.” you say playfully rolling your eyes but she didn’t think it was funny.

“I should’ve.” she whispered. She meant it.

You both were alone in the home. She smiled brightly at you and your ring.

“Are you happy?” she asks quietly.

You look at her and nod with a shy smile and softly say, “I’m happy.”

She takes a look at you, “You have something on your mind?”

You pause and then shake your head.

“Y/N….” she looks at you.

You sigh softly as you look down for a moment before looking up, “I want to marry Edward…But, marrying him means my fate of what happens next.”

She nods as she thinks about it, “Leave it to Edward to fall for a human..”

“He suggests eloping but…I want to see my family there…”

“So, what’s the problem? Have you told him?”

“I don’t have to. He knows for a fact that’s what I want. Aro is going to come if it’s public. I don’t need to drag anyone down right with me. Eloping will at least buy us time.” you say.

“He told me you’ve been having nightmares.”

“Yeah…I was even invited to Italy for a competition but…” you and Rosalie both roll your eyes together.

“Edward bought me a cat.” you say to change the subject to a light hearted topic.

“I know…The creature hissed and ran from me..What a great welcoming.” she says.

You both chortle.

Rosalie pulls your arm and you give her a look.

“Retail therapy is just what you need.”

You roll your eyes with a smile.

She hugged you very tight after she helped you put your items away in your large closet.

“The wedding is very soon. I’ll see you then.” she says and you nod.

The cat sat next to you on the piano bench as they licked and cleaned the back of their paw. Edward slowly walks in and you get up at the same time as your cat. The cat meows loudly before running off.

“I know what you did.” you say in his ear as he embraces you.

“What did I do?” he asks but you heard the smile in his words.

“Being sneaky and telling Rosalie to visit me. She didn’t tell me anything but I know you.”

You finally see his face and he’s looks at you with a small smile.

“You’re probably tired of seeing a lot of me.”

“I’ll be okay. I get the pleasure soon to look at you forever anyway.” you say softly and his smile grows.

He wondered if you hated him for bringing you into this lifestyle. You wondered if he regret being involved with you.

“I don’t regret anything.” he whispered.

“…Me...Neither…I know that this is hard but I love you too much Edward. I don’t regret anything but if you regret getting involved with me-“

“I regret nothing…I don’t want you to hate me for being you in this life. You told me that it would be dangerous for us to fall in love.”

“Who said love is safe?” you whispered to him. You both embrace. You couldn’t imagine a life without him and he would rather not exist if there was a life without you.

[wn11ow]

/ Unstable Universe Rant

im not good at lore theorizing so im gonna rant about how the characterization is absolutely genius. Of course, its not all spelled out for you but when you look at it, it is truly genius. (Mostly Wemmbu but uh, I'll try to see parrot and spoke too.)

Wemmbu's characterization is very interesting to me, because he tries to play the nonchalant character so hard, like a detached personality- never letting himself get too close, as demonstrated in the end of the sky civilization video. He left, taking the easy way out. It is, in the end, acknowledged by Wato in the finale as he jabs at Wemmbu that now 'He cant leave and take the easy way out to abandon everyone' if I'm correct.

He truly tries, he does try to play the detached character after Zam, Zam may have had a big impact on him considering the amount of time and effort Wemmbu put in for him, but I do think the breaking point was Manepear.

He hops from place to place (in my eyes) to find a home. I'd say, even if it's subconciously. And In my opinion, he was very reluctant to stay at Sky Civ because Egg wasn't there.

Egg is, obviously, his human part. The part of him that grounds him, keeps him from being a loose canon. Egg does try to stop Wemmbu at some points where he deems wemmbu is going to far and he's right, but wemmbu doesn't always agree but at some points he does.

Anyway, He came to Manepear to learn to fight. (Which IMO, that desire to feel SAFE and STRONG is a result of what happened with Zam. Feeling cornered everytime they fought, being belittled by him like a child. feeling powerless, if i may.)

I think that as a defense mechanism, he's trying to really really be detached, but in reality he's desperately searching for something solid. Something that doesn't leave. You know?

I come to that conclusion because of his reaction when Manepears tree got destroyed- He immediately wanted revenge. Call me delulu, but that was a clear indication he had some type of attachment to it. I'd say he still has manepears shield, and maybe some of you will say that he just didnt need a new shield, i want you to remember when he wanted Egg to take off the Zam shield and how he made such a big deal out of it. He cares about little things like these, and I stand by that.

The Sheer silence that occurred when manepear left, called him a lost cause, is where I think the breaking point for Wemmbu was. Hey, there wasn't much of a physical reaction but I do think something broke inside of him.

Also, when wemmbu told Egg 'i don't think we're gonna be seeing manepear anytime soon.' He sounded so sad DUDE, like. You could HEAR the grief he still has.

Despite me sounding like a wemmbu apologist, He still has made stupid dumb mistakes. And also very frustrating considering how self centered he acts, his arrogance is really loud. And abandoning Sky Civ wasn't the best course of action, but he still did it. And honestly I'm so glad Wato does hint to it, and that not everything is magically fixed bc they met later on.

You know what they say, 'The dog that weeps after it kills is no better then the dog that doesn't, You grief will not purify you.'

maybe not the best quote, (it fits parrot better maybe, or even s4!spoke.) but yeah.

WHEW thats enough, thank you to anyone who reads this!

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Dog has a swollen lymph node. Just one for now. Which means her cancer is getting worse already. The longer this goes on, the more detached I feel from reality.

[depresseddepot]

okay. can someone reassure me that I will have other chances to see the northern lights because I am feeling very end of the world-y right now

[brinnybee]

And if I stay, oh, I don't know There'll be so much that I'll have to let go You're disappearing all the time But I still see you in the light For you, the shadows fight And it's beautiful but there's that tug inside I must stop time traveling You're always on my mind You're always on my mind You're always on my mind

any lokius babes wanna go insane to this song with me while we wait for the end, hand in unlovable hand

[astaricn]

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[titansarmy]

Oh Twitter definitely is evil and crucified anyone who isn’t a s*langelo but I restrict my tweets to my 21 mutuals when I want to talk about Jasico! All the good stuffs in the private tweets since I’m a little too shy to share stuff and have people come at me unprompted.

I love love love a good Jason retrieval story like Nico can bring him back but it’s all dependent on Jason realizing and accepting that he’s worth bringing back he can want to keep living and be happy. Like, The Lost Hero opens with “Even before he got electrocuted, Jason was having a rotten day.”

I have one plotted about Nico petitioning his father and the other Olympians to go through a series of tasks to prove his seriousness in bringing Jason back and all of their friends help him in little ways throughout his ordeals so Jason gets to see that everyone misses him and are at least going to put up a fight. (It’s all kicked off by Nico realizing Jason’s kind of miserable in death and asking him if he’d come back given the chance.)

It’s such a good song… like we are truly accessing untapped Jasico potential at this point in the fandom.

(I also have Pat Benatar’s cover of Wuthering Heights in my Jasico playlist because “ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side of you / I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you” and “too long I roam in the night / I’m coming back to his side to put it right” the entire song but… specifically thinking of ToA era.)

- 💀

AS YOU SHOULD !!! twitter is for the mutuals and the mutuals only.

no because jason for real never catches a break. :(. "Jason realizing and accepting that he’s worth bringing back" IJNFD the idea of him not thinking that he is, is so :(((( as if piper didn’t sob and pleaded for him to be brought back and if apollo himself didn’t pray for the gods to at least carry him to safety. jason </3 i’m taking him to therapy

OH OH THAT SOUNDS SO COOL. all of his friends banding together and showing him that they want him back? ohhhh i will cry. idk if jason is part of the quests or not but if he is and he can’t help in multiple points for a reason or another and at some he’s down about it and his friends are like “jason, we quite literally Dont Care. i/we can do it. you don’t have to do anything, all of this is for you”. actually this works even if he’s not part of the tasks because he’s literally just having to watch them doing shit for him.

OOOOH OH. that song. ok ok ok. i’ll offer my current jasico song which is wish that you were here by florence + the machine bc of that quote from ts*ts (actually multiple quotes from that book but this one in particular) “now, staring at that unnerving bust of diocletian, nico wished for nothing more than to feel jason grace’s protective arms around him. but jason wasn’t here.” !!! there’s so much from that song I’m actually. got i’m going to connect dots

[jackass-jones]

Had a very bad day Gotta eat gravel

[girlstressed]

this and a blunt

[foldingfittedsheets]

Since everyone seems to love my sex shop stories, here’s another one.

Phone calls were literally a game for us. Not all phone calls, but there was a specific brand of call where guys would creep on us. 90% of the workforce at the sex shops was women. So we’d get dudes calling jacking off or trying to get their jollies from us.

The game: make them hang up. We could have hung up. On a few occasions I did, but for the most part we made a sport out of getting creeps to go flaccid. It really depended on a caller.

You couldn’t just go in for belittling them straight off- some guys wanted that. You had to tailor your strategy to the perv. Overall it was pretty fun and it turned an aspect of the job that could’ve become a major bummer into a fun sport. We’d get excited when the phones rang.

So one day the phone rings. I pick up and it was very clearly a young teen who was putting on a deep voice. I was utterly delighted, I’d never had a crank call before. He said, “I have a dildo emergency! Can you deliver 5 boxes of dildos to my home?!”

It took everything in me not to crack in that moment. It was so funny. It was like three kids had walked through the door in a trench coat and the phrase “dildo emergency” was one of the funniest things I’d ever heard.

But I kept it together. In smooth customer service tones I replied, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear you’re having an emergency, but due to the nature of our product we do require people to come pick it up themselves.”

The caller audibly deflated. Some of the deep voice he was putting on bled away when he said plaintively, “But it’s an emergency…”

“I’m sorry, sir, rules are rules.”

He hung up. I burst out laughing and told my coworker what had happened. She said, “I will buy you lunch if you call back and pretend you can deliver something.”

This sounded like an all around win for me, and the kid hadn’t used anything to block his number. So I called back.

“Hello!” This was before caller ID was common for home phones and so he picked up in his totally normal voice, several octaves higher than before.

“Hello, I’m calling regarding your dildo emergency?”

“Oh! Hem hem,” he coughed, getting his voice back into character for me. “Yes! The emergency!”

“Well I’ve spoken to my manager and it’s your lucky day. We’ll be able to make a delivery after all. Five boxes you said? We can swing it by later, we’ll just need your name, address, and credit card number.”

He was thrown by needing to provide info and was silent for a moment then said, “Well how much is it for five boxes?”

“About five hundred dollars, sir.”

He slipped out of his character voice to exclaim, “Five hundred dollars?! What kind of dildos are they?!”

“Just standard six inches with balls, sir.”

This was his breaking point. He started wheezing with laughter trying to repeat the phrase “six inches with balls” incoherently.

“So your address and card info?”

He hung up and I broke down laughing too. We both got a kick out of it, and I won the game twice in one day.