#even when nothing's really wrong. just don't put me in a car situation

[shopwitchvamp]

my brain today

[railingsofsorrow]

don't walk out

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: “we can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave.”  pairing: s.reid x gn!reader  w.c: 1K warnings/content: implied abandoned issues; argument; silent treatment (brief); language; angst.  A/N: guess I'm on a roll today. I just love some angst. 

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“is that supposed to make me feel better?”  

lights had barely been turned on when you spat out a response, breaking the tense silence. your apartment was tidy, nothing out of order, even the pillows where settled two on each edge of the couch like you always did before leaving for work.  

it was the expected. three days away on a case didn't exactly mean your house would turn upside down, would it? unanimated things didn't move on their own. but one thing that was turning upside down was your mood. not only did the journey home came with lots of turbulence, but Spencer had to make an unpleasant comment that made your blood boil. was it wrong that you just wanted to not look at him right now? you were even considering not sleeping beside him tonight. 

“for fucks sake.” you mumbled under your breath when he had stayed silent. he's ignoring you now. great. throwing your work bag on the couch, you didn't even take your shoes off as you moved back toward the door. you can't handle his passive aggressive act and you certainly won't handle his silence treatment.  

“where are you going?” he called out, shuffling out of the bedroom upon hearing the sound of keys dangling. no. no, you're not leaving, are you? “what—” 

“i'm gonna take a walk, spencer.” 

it didn't take a second for him to rush over and stop your exit by blocking the door. “what are the car keys for then?” desperation clouded his tone and you felt guilt building up in your chest, but it wasn't bigger than your frustration.  

“I'm gonna drive.” 

“at this time of the night? you hate driving at night.” 

“are you my father?” he almost flinched at your sharp tone. okay, he deserved that hostility. he's been nothing but rude to you the entire jet ride back home. it's not that you did anything — even if you had done something, it does not justify the way he was treating you —, the case had been hard. it involved kids. the team wasn't fast enough. he wasn't fast enough. you almost got hurt. it was a lot to absorb in a short amount of time.  

he never wanted this: you walking out while you were mad at each other. no. you had made a deal long ago. you both were laughing after your first stupid argument, something about forgetting to fold the laundry.  

“okay, but we can be like this, right?” you said, nudging him. “we can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave.” 

his eyes soften and he almost turns to mush. he understood then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. and yes. you would be mad and you would upset each other but leaving was off the table. he could do that. there was nothing he'd want more. 

but now he'd cross a line. didn't he? how dare he do that? how dare he cause you do want to walk out? 

“i'm sorry.” spencer is still at the doorway when you ask him to move. he won't move. he can't. “i really am. I shouldn't have said that. it was out of line.” 

“really?” you snap. he hears the edge in your voice and the crack. it breaks him. he just wants to hold you, he never meant—means to hurt you. “then why did you? why would you even think about something like that?”  

he holds back his breath of relief once you've put the keys back in the bowl. the lump in his throat diminishing slightly. 

“i was upset. angry— at the case. the whole situation, not you.“ he clarified. “sweetheart, i'm sorry. I didn't mean it.” you're searching his face for some indication of lie that you won't find. “i'm sorry.” 

“you're an idiot.” your anger is gone, there's just frustration now. maybe at yourself, because you can't really stay mad at him as he stares at you with those eyes.  

“i am,” he admits, no ounce of hesitation in his tone. he's fairly certain he is, in fact, an idiot. “i'm sorry.” he repeats and he will repeat over and over again until you forgive him. he will beg if he has to. “don't leave, please.” 

and that is not fair. it's not. he can't make you mad and say sorry and all will be forgiven. he can't look at you with those eyes and think things will be magically fixed. 

but then your armor cracks. suddenly, his behaviour makes sense. 

we can fight and we can be mad but we can't leave. 

“i wasn't going to—” you're ashamed at this point. you were so blinded by anger that you'd do something you promised to never do. “you know I wouldn't leave, right?” then his desperation in reaching the door before you makes sense and you're taken back to the moment you promised not to walk out in a fight. that's exactly what you where about to do.  

“i'm sorry.” you say, staring at the keys in your hands. “i didn't think before acting.”  

spencer nods slowly, taking a step closer towarss your frame. “and I didn't think before speaking. I'm the one that should be sorry.” 

you caught a glimpse at his twitchy fingers and takes one of his hands into your own, letting the keys slip to the floor as you yank him to your arms. he only complies by squeezing you against him. and finally, both of you have what you've been craving since this case started: each other's comfort.  

and then, you repeat. “i wasn't going to leave, you know that, right?”  

“yeah.” he burries his face into your neck and his voice is muffled by your skin. “yeah, I know.” 

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[inesbaby21]

Caitlin clark and a feminine reader who's her gay awakening. She and the reader are like really good friends at first, and then it slowly turns into something more. Maybe she gets jealous when she sees you hang out with another player like paige or Kate.

"You've got it badddd"- Caitlin Clark

3rd person P.O.V

Don't get me wrong, you and Caitlin had always been close- even when you decided that staying in Iowa wasn't the choice for you. While you had no open regrets you missed the late night conversations with Cait, often talking about how you wanted your hair done next- or maybe which pair of jeans would go best with the new shoes you had ordered.

Being friends with someone who was so comfortable, and open with their femininity was something new to caitlin- almost scary. She was so used to the girls on her team not putting in effort to match the accent of their tees to their new shoes, or waking up an extra hour early to do their makeup because "it made them feel pretty" (you were always pretty to her, especially when you were focused on making a shot- oh and no doubt when you let out a snort from laughing too hard, ultimately causing you to laugh even harder from the embarrassment.)

So, why exactly did it take Caitlin until her junior year of COLLEGE- and subsequently the year you decided that maybe switching your Uconn to be closer to your older (adoptive) sister would be best for you to admit to herself that maybe (definitely) she likes you more than a friend? Why did it take her until the same pink luggage you had arrived with almost two years ago had been packed- and placed neatly in the white car with pink interior that she knew all too well for her to finally gain the courage to admit the feelings she had felt for you for years?

The same feelings that made her want to play a little too hard at the USA basketball tournament- even though she didn't know exactly who you were. That didn't matter though, you stood out like a sore thumb- a small red skirt, crisp white tee with words that read along the lines of "written by lana del something" adorn with red lettering- with makeup soft, and light giving you an almost angelic look.

Don't get even get me started on how unfocused she was that entire game- staring at the shot clock, and then you, and then the clock again. Fumbling the ball- and forgetting to use her pivot when she got a rebound. These little things caused to her ultimately get benched, finding her spot next to Paige as Hailey subbed her out for that quarter- she and Paige talked, about nothing too serious until Caitlin mentioned being distracted by not her nerves.. but by someone sitting in the stands with a ridiculously large ipad.

"No fucking way Caitlin" Paige said a little too loud for the girls liking as she shushed her out of fear of the coaches hearing.

"What? I'm just saying she's really pretty- and from the way she's been at all of the games this week I think she may be one of the girls sister or something" Caitlin said completely oblivious to the fact that the girl she had been almost studying for a week was Paige's younger sister- the same girl who she would spend the next 3 1/2 years yearning after too scared to make the first move.

"Caitlin" the Blonde said- dropping her voice an octave and sitting up straight. "That's my fucking sister you dimwit" she said lightly shoving the now pale girl sitting beside her as she laughed at the expression on the girls face.

"Oh my gosh- I.. I-I'm so sorry, I take all of that back" The brunette began to ramble scared by the sudden change of atmosphere. Not paying the panicking girl any attention Paige began to laugh as the entire situation was nothing short of hilarious to her- and honestly she started shed a few tears before her attention was called back to the game as she was subbed in.

This experience was one of many that occurred until you and Caitlin finally crossed paths in college. It was no secret that you had many offers from many different schools, and that ultimately when you committed to Iowa that there was bound to be a bit of sibling rivalry as both of you were very competitive. It was alsooo noted how much time you spent with the girls on the team with you- now don't get me wrong Caitlin couldn't exactly be jealous when you and Molly Davis began to hang out with one another outside of practice. But something in her snapped when you sad been elbowed in the face by an opponent while getting a rebound, and as she rushed to make sure you were okay the girl nudged her slightly backwards as she helped you up herself l- glaring at Caitlin on the court seemingly forgetting that there were cameras everywhere.

Fast forward to now. She had spent months upset with you- leaving you confused and ultimately hurt as you spent time attempting to figure out what exactly you did wrong. Was it the overwhelmingly positive attitude? The almost sickening pink bedroom decor (you had offered to tone your side of the room down too many times to count. ) Maybe it was the idea of you getting too close to molly, and then when you had sprung the news of you transferring to Uconn as a last resort to getting more playing time- and being able to showcase your talent like promised.

Whatever the reason was, it had Caitlin Clark avoiding you like the plague for months, ignoring the small talk you made when she was in your shared dorm- if she was even there. She began to spend the night with Kate as she had no roommate, and if she wasn't with Kate she was simply out all night.. and who were you to judge her- she was constantly put under stress to play her best, practice like it was a game, and most importantly to not let herself get too involved with anything relationship related.

That last reason alone was why she found herself with a ridiculously heavy, pink gift basket in hand as she marched towards the white car- just as nervous as the USA youth tournament that ultimately changed her life. She spent about a week writing the letter confessing her feelings- and with the help of Molly (ironic right ..) she picked out things that she knew you would not only like, but that help some form of value to you.

"Y/N/N" The girl yelled half heartedly- more sad about your departure, than nervous about giving you the note.

"Hey Caity" You said back with a bright smile- a smile that matched your bubbly voice. Caitlin would never understand why you couldn't hold grudges, even after icing you out for months- ignoring every attempt you gave to communicate, and borderline moving out you still had the heart to forgive her- and sometimes she wondered why it was so easy for you to forgive.

As you close the trunk of the SUV, you walked towards the nervous girl- taking the gift from her hands and giving her a tight hug around the neck, as her hands find their place along your waistline. The two of you stayed like that for a while until she pulled away to get a good look at your face. Caitlin could tell you really didn't want to leave Iowa, but your sister needing support as she was injured, and if you wanted any shot at potentially getting drafted you needed to have more playing time- more time to show how much you've grown as a player, more time to show who you were- to make a name for YOURSELF. These things combined together left you with no choice but to transfer, and why not transfer to a school where your sister already resided with her girlfriend? Why not transfer to a team full of love, and support with multiple great coaches?

Transferring was the best option for you, and Caitlin tried to understand that. Even if it meant potentially losing you, but deep down something inside of her told her that the distance would only bring the two of you closer- it would only feed the growing feeling from both parties, that it would only heal the wound that had opened as a consequence of pushing one another away. As you pulled away from the girl completely- you stared at the basket full of goodies.

"Oh Cait- You didn't have to get me anything"- You said tearing up, it was a thought out gift that obviously took some planning- and the price didn't matter to you as it was something that she had taken time to put together for you. "No, No I wanted to Y/N/N" she girl said with a bright smile "I wrote you a letter that I think you should really read"

As you carefully pull the letter out of its envelope, your eyes skim over the beautifully written piece of card stock- pink ink neatly written on the thick piece of paper as your begin to smile ear to ear. With no other words you drop the letter into the baby pink basket- leaning up and kissed the taller girl passionately, and as you pulled away breathless you began to mutter something along the lines of "Actually the shirt said written by Lana Del Rey" giggling as you began to think back to the day you set your eyes on the girl.

A/N-I'm sorry about being inactive everyone! i have band camp soooo i've been super busy and will be for the next few weeks! Also, im getting to my request/drafs bear with me 🙏🏾. ALSO please ignore my grammar issues, i didnt proof read it all the way- and im also playing around with the plot ngl. butttt i love you guys! and thank you for 120 followers! 💕❤️

tags; @cosmopretty

[jesterofcringe]

Haunted House Yellowjackets x Reader featuring [in order of appearance] : Shauna Shipman, Taissa Turner, Jackie Taylor, Natalie Scatorccio, Lottie Matthews, and Van Palmer

★ You find yourself working as a scare actor for the weekend, what happens when your partner walks through the haunted house and you accidentally scare the daylights out of them? ★ [modern au by proxy because of mention of cell phone usage lmao] ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Shauna Shipman

★ You manage to scare her pretty good- in return you're gifted a bloody nose.

★ She's speed walking through the haunted house, just trying to walk through it as fast as possible so she can get out without being too spooked- she turns a corner and there you are.

★ You jump out of her and it's absolutely her last straw. She screams bloody murder and punches the ever loving shit out of you. She's all frazzled and breathing heavily while you stand there holding your nose like :0

★ Before you can say anything, she huffs and stomps down the hallway, walking through the rest of the house with a scowl on her face and blood on her knuckles. You don't hear from her until you call her after your shift.

"You shouldn't have scared me like that."

"It's a goddamn haunted house what were you expecting??"

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Taissa Turner

★ Tai is 100% unamused.

★ You jump out of her and she does get a bit startled, but she immediately deadpans after the momentary scare. There's an awkward couple of seconds where you're just standing there with zombie arms and she's staring at you like 🤨

"Was that scary? Like even remotely?"

"Not really."

★ In an attempt to make the situation less awkward, you swing a fake axe and lightly tap her in the stomach. She doesn't budge and rolls her eyes. Later that night as you're getting out of costume she proceeds to point out all the little things she thinks your group could've done better.

"Dude it was a haunted house put on by college kids of course it was gonna look corny."

"I'm just saying the blood was way too fake, it looked like water."

"Probably because we made it with water-"

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Jackie Taylor

★ Jackie actually doesn't walk through the haunted house. She straight up refuses.

★ She claims it's because she won't have the time, but you know it's because she's too scared.

[you assure her that there's nothing wrong with being scared, but she refuses to admit it]

★ Even though your costume calls for you to be wearing a mask, she does your makeup for you. Very 2020 clowncore type of makeup- and it comes out pretty cool! Except, you do still need to wear your mask and she's pretty upset about it.

"You don't think my makeup looks good? :("

"I think it looks awesome but the mask is part of my costume!"

":((("

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Natalie Scatorccio

��� Nat has this whole "Tough Guy" facade going on, but you can still tell you were able to scare her, even if just a little bit.

★ She goes through the majority of the haunted house with a complete straight face, but she admitted later that she was internally freaking out.

★ When she gets to your hallway, she's supposed to walk through while you appear out of seemingly nowhere [a well placed hole in the wall] and follow her down the hallway. For the most part, it was a great way to get guests to run into the next room for another big scare, but Natalie doesn't make it easy for you. She stands there and watches you slowly lumber over to her, a smile threatening to cross her face once she realized it was you.

"What are you suppose to be?"

"A zombie."

"Right."

"I'm trying to stay in character but you're making it incredibly difficult-"

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Lottie Matthews

★ You scare the shit out of Lottie before she even makes it to the haunted house.

★ Despite the fact that she loves Halloween, she isn't huge on feeling scared. Even with this in mind, she still wants to support you and show up. As soon as she texts you that she's there, you're bolting out to her car- you forgot an important part of your costume in her backseat, and decide to grab it while you still have the time.

★ All she sees is what looks like an axe murderer, sprinting full speed towards her car.

★ Her windows are up all the way but you can still hear her scream her lungs out. You remind her its you and comfort her to the best of your ability through the window on the drivers side while she white knuckles the steering wheel.

"Oh my gods I'm so sorry!"

"... you're costume is great..."

"Are you ok?"

"...I just need a minute-"

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Van Palmer

★ Van straight up laughs at you.

★ You were stationed in front of the ticket booth, tasked with giving the guests a little scare before they got to the actual attraction. You'd snarl at some, grab at others, and you even followed after one guy after he called your costume lame [his friends gladly recorded his reaction when he finally turned around and damn near passed out.]

★ You're quite confident in your scaring abilities... up until Van walks past.

★ Initially she completely walks past you, but then she proceeds to do a double take and immediately starts giggling.

"What, is it bad?"

"No it's..." to her credit, she's trying very hard not to laugh at you, but she really can't help it, "...Yeah it's pretty fucking bad."

★ You pout at her, and it only makes it worse. She bursts out laughing before apologizing and hugging you as best as she can without getting your makeup on her clothes.

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[luveline]

Maybe a Eddie and Roan where Roan gets into an argument with one of her friend/classmate and she’s like really grumpy and reader and Eddie try and cheer her up or even defuse the situation??

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

Roan toddles out of her classroom with her eyes on the floor until she reaches Eddie's legs. He frowns at her in surprise, smoothing the frizz of her curls away from her forehead. "Hello," he says. 

"Everything okay?" you ask. 

That morning at the kitchen table, when you told Roan you'd be there at pick up with her dad (the two of you taking a much needed day off to waste together in bed doing alternate loads of laundry), she smiled and climbed into your lap. "Good," she said, her lips shiny with waffle syrup, "I'll make you a present in arts and crafts."

"You will? Thanks, baby," you'd said. 

The present isn't anywhere to be seen now, nor is your sparkling girl. Roan rubs her cheek against Eddie's legs without greeting you. Eddie takes the hint and leans down to take her into his arms. He sighs as he stands, ducking his head to hers. 

"Hello," he says again, gentler now. "Bad day?" 

She sniffles and puts her face in his shirt collar. Eddie covers the back of her head, his eyes wide. What the fuck, he mouths, surprise melding into something worse. He hates when Roan's upset like this. Her tantrums are loud but her real tears are always quiet, and you can see the moment Eddie's heart breaks, her hands gripping his hair urgently. 

"Hey, okay, don't worry, bubby…" He nods his head back the way you came, and you follow at his elbow, crestfallen. 

He prods at it as you walk to the car. What happened? and Talk to me, babe. Roan stops crying and turns silent, until the concern gets too much. 

"I'm sure whatever it is, we can make it better. You just have to tell me what happened, roly-poly."

"Nothing! Nothing happened, dad, stop." 

Eddie rubs her shoulders. "Alright. If you say so." 

You open the car door for them and Eddie covers the top of Roan's head as he tucks her in. She's definitely reaching an age where all this carrying is unnecessary, but Eddie always says he has muscles for a reason. You like to roll your eyes, and, secretly, think it's amazingly sweet. He's like that. 

"Want me to come and sit in the back?" you ask. 

"No." 

"Are you sure? We can play pat-a-cake, or thumb wrestle?" 

"I don't want to." 

More of the same on the drive home. Eddie suggests ice cream, movies, McDonald's. Roan stares out the window and refuses to answer. Safe to say, you both hate it. It's your worst nightmare to know that somethings wrong but not know what that something is. 

"Let's go to Leaven," you whisper. 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, though he takes the turn, whispering back, "Why Leaven?" 

"We can buy her some fancy cupcakes and new pyjamas and stuff. And a tape, whatever she wants."

"We can't just buy her happiness," Eddie says. 

"Really?" 

"...Maybe." 

You park up in the family spaces near the front of Leaven and Eddie insists upon himself from car to store. "Please hold my hand, babe, I'll get lost in Leaven by myself," he whines, waving his hand at her. "I won't know where to go if you don't steer me." 

"Fine!" she says, taking his hand furiously. 

"Do you want to know why we're here, lovely girl?" you ask. 

"No." 

"Roan, don't be mean," Eddie says reproachfully. 

"I'm not mean, dad." 

"You're being a little tiny bit mean. We should try to be nice to the people we love even when we have bad days. Work is very very hard, but I try to pick you up from school and be happy because you haven't done anything wrong." 

"I don't want to be happy," she pouts, twisting her head away from you both. 

Eddie huffs playfully and grabs her from behind. Arms under her armpits, he swings her around and chuckles maliciously in her ear. "Silly girl left herself open for my evil plan," he croons, the voice of a character from one of his campaigns that gives you and Roan the shivers. 

You grab a kart and push the children's seat out for Eddie to slide her in. "Trapped!" he declares, squeezes the arms of her vinyl coat. "And there's nothing you can do to stop us!" 

Roan struggles to pretend she doesn't find it funny. "Stop what?" she asks, exaggeratedly unhappy to maintain her grumpy facade. 

"We're going to spoil you, duh," he says, voice back to normal. "What should we get first, my love?" he asks you. "Cupcakes?" 

"Best get cupcakes before they run out of the pink bunnies." 

Roan's lips quirk at the name of her favourite ones. "Are we really having pink bunnies?" she asks. 

"We're having anything that will make you smile," Eddie says. 

You link your arm through his for most of the journey, the smell of his cologne rich and smokey. He doesn't smell like diesel, a rare occasion, nor are his clothes mottled by oil. You look like a family meant to shop at Leaven (sort of, you aren't so decked in designer as the wealthy Hawkinites). Roan perks a little as you pick cupcakes from the bakery counter, their gold foil wrappers reflected in the brown wells of her eyes. Eddie lets her eat one as you walk around so long as she puts the wrapper in the bag when she's done. 

From there, you choose pyjamas, a stuffie shaped like a frog, and a breadcrumb covered tray of mac and cheese. You pick up things you don't need as you go, fancy brownies in a tub and clothes softener. The best part is the deliberating, you and Eddie and Roan taking turns sniffing the caps and debating which one smells best. You settle on deep sea minerals, probably because Roan likes the seahorse on the front. 

"You're a traitor," you say, putting back the scent you'd preferred with put upon disappointment.

Roan giggles sweetly. Like a plug pulled, a levy unburdened, she laughs from the checkout to the car, all the way home. You barely notice how dark it's become, focused on the loving heat of Eddie's hand on your knee and Roan's renewed smile. 

Later, once she's had a bath and you're all in your pyjamas, Eddie asks her again what upset her, and she gives a teary answer. One of the Stacey's said her hair looked ugly, and Roan agreed with her. 

"Bubby, your hair's not ugly," you say, chucking her under the chin. Eddie, her chair, leans his chin over her shoulder to agree. 

"It's beautiful." 

She sniffles. "I said it was ugly, and it's not nice because daddy has the same hair." She sputters wetly, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes. "I'm really sorry." 

"Aw, Ro." Eddie hugs her with both arms tight to his stomach. "Don't be sorry, you don't have anything to be sorry for. Stacy shouldn't say you have ugly hair– you have beautiful hair. So shiny and bouncy. I promise you it's perfect." 

You smile at Roan encouragingly. "Your hair is soooo super pretty. Just like your dad's." 

"You think so?" 

"I know so." You coil a curl around your finger. When you let it go, it springs away and falls against her face. 

Roan relaxes into Eddie's chest. He rubs her upper arm, a similar relief on his pert features. 

"Is there anything else wrong?" Eddie asks. 

Roan closes her eyes, dark lashes kissing her cheek. "I think I have a tummy ache." 

"I bet you do, babe. Why don't we lie down for a bit?" 

Roan agrees wholeheartedly. It's a tight squeeze, but the three of you manage to lay on your couch, the smell of sugary pink icing stuck to your fingers and the warm scent of mac and cheese floating in from the kitchen. 

[cutielando]

it’s going to be okay | j.m.

synopsis: in which you give JJ hope that things are going to get better

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When you received a call from JJ asking you to pick him up from his place at 1 in the morning, you couldn't help but panic.

Getting into your car and speeding down there, your mind was racing and your palms were sweating. This was definitely not the first time you had received this kind of call from JJ, but you couldn't help but panic every single time.

You didn't know what to expect when you pulled into his driveway, but once you saw him sitting on the porch with his head in his hands, you knew it was nothing good.

"Babe, what's wrong?" you asked once you had exited the car and stopped in front of him.

He was still silent, his breathing deep and harsh.

"JJ, you're scaring me. What happened?" you asked again, this time in a much lower voice.

You crouched down in front of him, softly putting your hand on his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling of you touching him, but relaxed soon after once his body registered your soft touch.

When he looked up at you and you saw his bloody nose and the bruises already forming on the side of his jaw and under his eye, you gasped in shock.

"It's not as bad as it looks like" he commented, trying to shrug the whole thing off and downplay the entire situation.

"Who did this to you?" your voice was no louder than a whisper, the words getting stuck in your throat.

You couldn't believe that someone could hurt him like this, how someone could even think about laying a hand on him. He had such a big heart, he was so special to everyone around him, seeing him like this made your blood boil.

"It was nobody, don't worry about it" you could tell from his voice that he was holding back tears, something he tended to do a lot.

You were about to put up a fight and insist, but seeing his broken expression was enough to make you let it go. You had learned over the years that it was never a wise decision to pressure JJ into talking about what he had on his mind.

He would eventually come to you, and you just had to be patient.

"Come on, let's go home and get you cleaned up" you helped him get into your car, your heart breaking when you heard him hiss and clutch his ribs.

The ride to your house was silent, neither of you daring to speak. Your mind was racing as hell, adrenaline pumping through your veins when you thought about your boyfriend being hurt by someone.

You didn't even realize you had made it home until you were faced with your garage, which was empty. Your parents weren't home, thankfully.

It wouldn't be the first time they would see JJ in this state, but you knew JJ didn't want them seeing him like that, seeing him vulnerable. He was supposed to be the strong one, not the other way around.

"Come on" your voice was soft as you looked at JJ, who was not making eye contact with you. He was staring straight ahead, his lip wobbling as he tried to keep his feelings inside.

You got out of the car and helped him walk up the stairs to your room, going slowly as to not cause him any more pain.

The door to your bathroom was open, so JJ silently walked over and sat on the edge of the bathtub, patiently waiting for you to come back with your first aid kit.

Just like you always did for him.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" you asked once you appeared and took out a cloth and some betadine. Your voice was still small, not wanting to spook him or make him uncomfortable.

You dabbed the cloth in the little bottle and stood between his legs, your hand hovering over his cuts.

"I..." he started but stopped as soon as the cloth made contact with his skin. He hissed loudly, the sting of his cuts making the words die out in his throat.

He should have been used to it, you would patch him up at least once a week or every 2 weeks. But this time, his father really did a number on him.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll be quick" you said and proceeded to clean his cuts as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"It was my dad" he spoke after you finished, his voice so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

"What? Your dad did this to you?" you were in disbelief. You couldn't believe his own father could hurt him like that.

Tears started forming in the corner of your eyes, the information having hit you like a ton of bricks. How could a father do hat to his own child?

How did you fail to see it? See how broken JJ truly was, how uncomfortable he seemed to get whenever someone mentioned his home. How could you have missed all the signs?

"Hey, don't cry, I'm okay" he tried to get up and comfort you, but the pain in his ribs and stomach prevented him from doing that.

You didn't say anything but closed the gap between you and hugged him tightly to your body, making sure not to squeeze him too tightly.

You silently cried into his shoulder, one of your hands in his hair and the other rubbing soothing circles on his back. He hugged you weakly, trying to hold in a pained moan that was threatening to leave his throat.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I should've realized he was hurting you sooner, I didn't know. I'm so sorry you had to go through this" you whispered over and over again, tears continuously falling down your cheeks.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay. I didn't want you to know, it's my fault" he comforted you, placing a kiss under your ear.

It amazed you how selfless he was. Even now, when he was hurting and he just needed someone there, he still tried to comfort you and make sure you're okay.

"You're okay now, baby. He's not going to hurt you anymore because you're not going to that house again, do you hear me?" you slightly pulled away from the hug, instead holding his face in your hands to make sure he was listening to you.

"I can't, I don't have anywhere to go. John B needs his space, I can't hang out there all the time" his voice is so quiet, like he is afraid of speaking any louder.

"You're going to stay here with me, okay? My parents adore you, they will be over the moon of having you here all the time, and you'll be keeping me company when they're not home. Please?" you pulled your best puppy dog face you could muster, knowing that he won't be able to resist you.

Just as expected, he nodded and manages to crack a small smile, a sight which warmed your heart.

"I don't deserve you" he spoke next, making your stare harden.

"You do, stop saying that. You deserve me and everything good that life has to offer. You're perfect, JJ, and anyone who doesn't think that is not worth it"

He chewed the inside of his lip while looking at you, trying not to break in front of you because of how grateful he was.

"Okay" he finally said, squeezing your waist in his hands. "I love you"

"I love you too"

You closes the gap between you, your lips finding home with each other.

Nothing was alright right now. The bruises and cuts covering JJ's body were proof of that. But with time, everything was going to be okay.

You were both going to be okay.

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Taiju x reader where she put herself in a dangerous Situation but taiju saved her before smth bad happend and he dont look happy about it. So he decided to spank her until she's crying and sobbing with muchhhhh aftercare please 💕

Protective!Taiju x Naive!Bratty!Reader

♡ SFW->NSFW->SFW, fem reader, reader almost gets drugged, spanking, aftercare + soft dom!Taiju ♡

note: anon this idea is literally so good 🩷 this is kind of a long read I'm sorry 😭 if you don't really care about plot just skip to this emoji: 👋

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He had told you multiple times, don't go out to that club alone. Yet something about the tone in his voice made you want to go to the club even more. You slipped on an outfit, then slipped out the door, which was pretty easy considering Taiju was at work and not home to stop you from leaving.

You caught a ride to the club and at the same time, Taiju was about to make his way home. He decided to come home early, desperate to see his beautiful girlfriend. When he got home the only thing he was greeted with was an empty house. At first he was worried, but that worry soon turned into frustration and anger. He knew how stubborn you were, so it was no surprise that you disobeyed his orders, that didn't stop him from being royally pissed off though.

You stepped into the nightclub, the smell of smoke, cheap cologne, and alcohol filled the air. You made your way over to the bar to get a drink, not even noticing that a man on the other side of the room was watching your every move. He approached you as you sipped your drink, introducing himself in an overly friendly manner. He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet, offering to buy you another drink. What could be the harm in letting him buy you a drink? He seems nice enough.

You and the man sparked up a conversation, nothing serious, just friendly chat. You mentioned that you had a boyfriend and the man understood, at least it seemed like he did. You got up mid-conversation to use the bathroom, leaving the man with full access to your drink. He pulled out a small bag of pills and when no one was looking, snapped a capsule in half and poured it in your drink. What he didn't realize is that someone was looking and that someone was Taiju. He made his way over to the man, trying to confront him as peacefully as possible.

The man cowered in fear at the sight of your boyfriend. He wasn't expecting the man you mentioned to be twice his size or for him to be in the club. He apologized profusely and walked out of the club, Taiju would handle him later though. Right now he was still upset with you. He waited outside the bathroom door, scaring the hell out of you, then he proceeded to grab your arm and drag you out to the car. He immediately started scolding you when you got in the car, not letting you get a word in.

"What the hell is wrong with you y/n? Do you realize how dangerous it is to be out right now? Not to mention the fact that you left your drink unattended around that creep. You know he slipped something in your drink, and if I wasn't here...I don't even wanna think about what would've happened. All I know is that when we get in this house, I'm gonna give you a good spanking for being such a disobedient little brat."

You stayed quiet as he pulled the car into the driveway and you both made your way into the house. You took your heels off and sat your purse on the kitchen counter, awaiting Taiju's next move.

👋 "Bedroom now, don't make me say it twice."

Taiju placed his hand on your shoulder, motioning you down the hallway and into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he tapped his leg with his hand, signalling you to lay across his lap. He pulled your dress up and your underwear down, putting your bare ass on display for him to see.

"You know I love you darling ♡ This isn't meant to hurt you, just to teach you a lesson."

The tone in his voice was sincere and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes before he even brought his hand down on your ass. The loud smack echoed throughout the room. The pain was so blinding it made your legs shake.

"Count the smacks, if you mess up I'll start over."

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. This continued for about 20 more minutes, with Taiju getting in well over 40 smacks. You messed up twice, losing count while trying not to lose consciousness. By the time he was done you were a blubbering mess, with tears, mascara, and drool running down your face. His large hand rubbed your back as you sobbed profusely, before grabbing you and laying you on the bed.

"Alright darling let's get you cleaned up."

Taiju made his way into the bathroom, running a bath and grabbing some towels from the shelf. He walked back into the room and picked you up off the bed, carrying you to the bathroom. You sat in his lap in the bathtub and let his strong hands roam and massage your body.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough, you know I only did it cause I love you. I just want you to be safe and to listen to me, I only have your well-being in mind y/n."

You nodded in acknowledgement and he could relax now that he knew you weren't upset at him. He might be the dominant one in your relationship, but that didn't mean he wasn't extremely considerate of your feelings. You felt the tension leave his body as you relaxed against him, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat. Taiju was so relaxed he didn't even notice you had fallen asleep. All he knew was that he was gonna hold you extra tight when you cuddled tonight.

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

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summary: you return to Love on Tour after an extended break, but after your last interaction, you come back to an awkward situation with Harry.

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As your car traveled through the streets of Glasgow, you were unable to really take in the stunning scenery around you. You were too busy worrying about what the day had in store for you, panicking about being face to face with him again. 

Love on Tour had been on break since November, so you hadn’t seen Harry in nearly seven months. And the last time you did see him, things got complicated. After the last show, Harry had rented out a local bar to throw what he deemed the ‘Love on Tour holiday party’. Since everyone would be going their separate ways for a bit, he wanted to give this family he had formed a chance to celebrate together. 

As with most holiday parties, the alcohol was flowing rather freely, and everyone was getting loose and having a good time. You noticed that as the night went on, Harry was by your side more and more, his jokes getting slightly more flirty and his touches lingering just a little longer than they usually would. You two had developed a pretty flirty relationship, but he was like that with everyone, so you didn’t think much of it.

Until you found yourselves in a secluded corner of the bar with his tongue down your throat. 

Sure, it was something you had thought about for a while. Harry was one of the most gorgeous people you had ever seen, and to top it off he was so kind, and funny. He was technically your boss, but you would never know it. He treated you like his equal, his friend. Developing a crush on him was inevitable. But you had never expected anything to happen. Then it did, and you hadn’t heard from him since. 

At some point, Harry had gotten pulled away from you to do shots with the band, and you had an early flight the next morning. So you decided to slip out while he was distracted, it would allow you to put off the awkward conversation, at least for a little while. 

You had expected a call or text, anything from him the next day, but you didn’t. You hadn’t heard from him once since that night. You had seen him making appearances and doing interviews, which meant that he had hired someone else for his glam during the break, that hurt. He had regretted that night so much that he didn’t even want to work with you. 

You were contracted for the entirety of his tour, so you knew you would have to go back. When you signed on for the tour, you were excited to see the world, but now you were dreading every second you had to spend with Harry pretending that nothing had happened between the two of you. Pretending that you weren’t heartbroken. 

“Miss?” The driver’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you realized that you had arrived.

You thanked the driver as he handed you your bags and made your way through the backstage area. As you walked down the hall, you stopped to say hi and caught up quickly with people you’d run into, sharing quick stories about your break and promising to catch up soon. You found your way to the glam room, and took your time setting everything, partially because of how particular you were, but more than that, you wanted to kill as much time as you could so you didn’t have to go out to the common areas and socialize. You knew he’d be there, and you didn’t want to face him. 

Once things were set up, you killed time alone in your space, scrolling through your phone. You heard voices coming down the hallway, one of them was unmistakable. You put your phone down and took a deep breath to prepare yourself. As he walked through the door, you plastered your best fake smile on. 

Harry saw you, and you noticed his expression falter slightly, but he quickly corrected it. “Hey Y/N, welcome back.” He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into a quick side hug. It was significantly shorter than your past hugs, but it was long enough for his scent to overtake your senses. 

“Thanks,” you mumble as you step back, signaling for him to take a seat. You and Jeff say your hellos, and you make your way to your kit. The sooner you got started, the sooner you’d be finished, and you’d be able to get some distance from Harry. 

Jeff stayed by Harry’s side while he was in your chair. No doubt a calculated measure by Harry to make sure you weren’t left alone. As grateful as you were for that, you were also annoyed. He was the one that kissed you, and he wasn’t even man enough to reject you and apologize. 

“You’re all set.” You said once you were finished. You noticed Harry flinch slightly at your tone. You didn’t mean for your words to come out so stern, but you would only be able to hold back your emotions for so much longer. 

“Oh… okay, thanks Y/N.” Harry said cautiously as he got out of the chair, walking out of the room with Jeff. 

Once they were gone, you sat down into the chair Harry had just been in and dropped your face into your hands. The rest of this tour was going to be a nightmare. 

“Y/N, we need you backstage real quick.” Jeff sticks his head in the door only a couple of minutes before showtime. “And grab that lotion.” 

You furrow your brow, but comply. Grabbing the bottle and following Jeff down the hall. You find Harry standing shirtless amongst the hustle and bustle of pre-show preparations. 

“Um…” You got Harry’s attention and held up the bottle. ���Jeff asked for this?” 

“Oh, right. I um… well…” He gestures to his bare torso. “I can do it if–”

“No no,” you interrupt him. “It’s fine, it’s my job.” You pump some lotion into your hand and set the bottle down. You rub your hands together and step up to Harry, taking a deep breath to center yourself before placing your hands on his chest and rubbing the lotion in. 

As your hands run along his body, your mind flashes back to that night. Your hands on his, his on you, your tongues entwined. You shake off the thoughts.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks, you look up to meet his concerned, almost sad gaze. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You lie. Your eyes remain locked on each other, Harry opens his mouth to say something. 

“The internet is going to go nuts for this!” You both snap your attention over to Lloyd, who was snapping pictures of your interaction. 

You feel your face heat up and look down, trying to hide your blush from Harry. You hurry to finish applying the lotion. “All set,” you finally say, unable to look up at him. He thanks you as you’re scurrying away, rushing back to your area. 

All you wanted to do was go back to the hotel and hide, but you knew you’d need to stay for a few touch ups before the encore. So you spent the entirety of the show sitting alone in the hair and makeup area lost in your thoughts, wondering how you were going to make it through. 

You kept an eye on the show through the monitor, making your way to the backstage area as he was finishing up his final song before the encore. He rushed over to you, breathing heavy, and adrenaline running high. You made some quick adjustments to his hair, and handed him a towel so he could wipe down a bit before going back out there, avoiding his gaze the whole time. 

He thanks you quietly before he returns to the stage, and you return to your space. While he’s finishing the show, you pack your things, hoping to get out of there and back to the hotel before he’s off stage. As you're closing up your case, you’re startled by a knock at the door. You look up and silently curse yourself for not moving faster when you see Harry standing in front of you. His chest rising and falling rapidly, still catching his breath, his body glistening, a combination of sweat and the lotion you had applied earlier. He was the last person you wanted to see, but you couldn’t look away. 

“Hi,” he breaks the silence. “Can we talk for a minute?” 

“I can’t, my car is waiting. I’ve gotta get back to the hotel.” You pick up your case and move closer to him, but he refuses to move from the doorway. 

“Please,” he pleads with you. You look up and see determination in his eyes. He’s not going to let you go without talking. You relent, dropping your case by the door and signaling for him to come in. “You’re not going to pull some fancy footwork and run past me if I move away from the door?”

You shake your head, you know he’s making a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh. You move further into the room, hopping up to take a seat on the counter. “I’m here.” 

Harry takes a seat, running a hand through his hair as he tries to form the words. “I think I owe you an apology for the last time I saw you.” You remain silent, hoping he continues. “I was drunk, I crossed a line that I shouldn’t have, it wasn’t professional.” 

“It’s okay, we were both drunk.” You say, your feet swinging back and forth. 

“The last thing I wanted to do was screw up what we had,” he confessed.

���It’s fine, like you said, you were drunk. It didn’t mean anything.” 

Harry looked up at you, his brows furrowed. “I said I was drunk Y/N, not that it didn’t mean anything.” 

Your eyes went wide at his words. “I… what?” Before he could continue. “I just assumed it was a dunk fling or whatever.” 

“Have you ever heard the phrase ‘drunken words are sober thoughts’?” You nod, trying to put the puzzle together. “Well in this case, it’s drunken actions.” He stood from his seat, stepping closer to you. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time. I had liquid courage running through me that night, I knew I wasn’t going to see you for a while, and you looked so beautiful, and you smiled at me like that, and I just couldn’t help myself.” 

“Oh,” you said softly, it was the only thing you could manage to get out. 

“After the guys pulled me away, I tried to find you. I wanted to lay everything out, tell you how I felt, but you left.” He looked down, but you could see the pain in his eyes before they dropped. “We had kissed, it was this amazing kiss, and then you just left without saying goodbye. I realized I had fucked up.” 

“I didn’t, that’s not why I left, I…” You were about to apologize for leaving, but he could have just as easily called you. “Why didn’t you just call? Text? Anything?” 

“I felt so bad. I didn’t know what to say. The more time had passed, the harder it got. And before I knew it, it had been seven months.” He saw the tears welling in your eyes, and his heart sank. “I missed you so much during the break, but I miss you more now. You’re right in front of me, but it feels like you’re a million miles away.”

“I’m right here, Harry.” 

“You’re not though, we’ve barely said anything to each other, and there’s this awkwardness between us. I hate it.” His voice starts raising, frustration growing in his tone. “It was one of the best kisses of my life, but if I could go back in time and stop it from happening so that we could be us again, I would.” 

“Harry?” He looks up at you and you see a vulnerability in his eyes that you’d never seen before. “I wanted that kiss too. It meant so much to me.” 

“But… but you just left…”

“I had an early flight, and I didn’t want to pull you away because you felt like you needed to let me down easy. I just assumed I’d hear from you the next day, hungover and apologize. But I never did.” 

Harry stepped in between your legs, his hand coming up and brushing across your cheek. “You’ve wanted to kiss me too?” Your breath hitched from how close he was, all you could do was nod. He smirked at your nerves, relief washing over him. “You know, when you were putting that lotion on earlier, when your hands were all over me,” his face moved closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. “You were driving me crazy.” 

You couldn’t contain yourself, his husky tone, his breath against your face, you closed the distance and kissed him. He groaned against your lips as his hands rested on your thighs, squeezing gently. This kiss was different than the last, that first kiss was sloppy, desperate. This time, it was slower, more deliberate. 

When you finally separated, you were both breathless, silly grins plastered on your faces. “So, what now?” You ask, unsure about where this leaves you. 

“Well,” Harry sighs, his thumbs running back and forth over your thighs. “We definitely still have stuff to talk about, but I’m hoping it leads to a lot more of that.” He smiled, kissing the tip of your nose. 

“I have a feeling it will.” You smirk, pulling him in for another kiss. 

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...♡He forgets about date♡...

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff, a little angst at some points.

warning: established relationships, dating, resentments, food references, a lot of apologies.

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♡Heeseung♡

•As soon as he realizes his mistake, the realization of the absurdity of the situation hits him in the face. Especially when you come home cheerless, your lips pressed together and your eyebrows furrowed.

He rushes over to you, helping you to take off your jacket, his heart dropping all at once, when you accidentally touch your palms and he feels the cold coming from you.

- „Honey, I'm sorry... Jake and I accidentally played a computer game, and by the time I got home, it was too late...” - Heeseung ready to almost cry, his hands are shaking a little, and he hesitates before he tries to hug you. - „I called you, but you didn't answer... We can have a home date now, if you want.”

•Naturally, you refuse because it's way past midnight on the clock and you're not in the mood for that. So he decides to just order takeout and put on his laptop an interesting movie that you and he have wanted to watch for a long time.

As soon as Heeseung realizes that you've given the okay for him to forgive you, he quietly walks up behind you, gently pulling you toward him and laying his head on the top of your head(because he's a huge, tall boy, YES).

- „I'm really, really sorry... I'll make it up to you, honey.” - He sighs, burying his nose in your neck.

♡Jay♡

•Jay has always been afraid of this, he was afraid of looking like a laughing stock in your eyes and now, his fears have been confirmed. Once he realizes his guilt, he'll go crazy, tearing up your phone with calls and texts.

- „Are you still there?“ - Gasping, Jay asks, listening to you sigh softly.

- „No, I'm home now.“ - You answer. Jay is silent for a few seconds, on the other end of the phone you hear the car door slam, he's about to drive home.

- „Find that movie you wanted to see. I'll be there soon, we'll have a date at home.“

•He manages to stop at a few stores with your favorite food on the way, so he'll come back with huge bags, apologies, and a cute, apologetic face.

- „I didn't know exactly what you wanted at the moment...“ - He mumbles, handing you one of the bags, making you smirk.

- „Is that why you bought up the whole store?“ - You smirk, arching an eyebrow.

- „Yeah. Sorry. And I'm sorry for forgetting about the date, too...“ - Jay smiles, kissing you on the cheek.

(I'm begging, just give me a boyfriend like Jay and I'll be satisfied, I REALLY I love Jay, aaaaaaahhhhhh.)

♡Jake♡

•Jake accidentally lost track of time and he honestly thought it was Wednesday and not Friday, so he went home like nothing happened. However, when he walks into the empty apartment and he sees your beauty products on the dressing table, his heart bleeds and he's already rushing to the door when a distraught you walk in.

After an awkward pause between the two of you, Jake sighs, biting his lower lip nervously.

- „How long have you been waiting, baby?“ - He looks at you fondly, reaching his hand out to brush away a loose strand of hair.

- „An hour and a half...“ - You sigh in response, averting your frustrated eyes, making Jake gasp in guilt.

•He'll probably draw you a hot bath so you can rest and put on some scented candles. He'll be quietly apologetic then as he leans over your face, maybe he'll even give you a massage.

- „Relax...“ - Jake whispers quietly as he runs his hands down your back. He hears your quiet, measured breathing, Sim smiles. - „Sorry again. I suggest we have a date this weekend, is that okay with you, baby?“

♡Sunghoon♡

•He'll be perfectly calm on the surface, but his heart will jump out of his chest and his eyes will run frantically around the room. I don't think it was Sunghoon's fault, but the app probably picked up the wrong date and Sunghoon didn't double-check. So when you were peacefully waiting for him at the restaurant for hours and he was already home in the bedroom, he didn't understand for a long time why you left so late.

- „I guess she went out to the store?“ - Hoon went over and over in his head several times, but when you showed up in the bedroom in your beautiful dress and makeup, he understood everything.

- „Oh... You... I'm sorry.“ - He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He expected you to ignore him, that's why you did it.

- „If I'd known, I wouldn't have rushed into this date.“ - You press your lips together, rattling to close the door and run to the bathroom.

•Sunghoon is the kind of person who will take the day off to intelligently explain to you the reason you missed your date and spend more time with you. Maybe even give you a number two home date because date number one was a bust.

- „Hey, princess...“ - Sunghoon smirks as he affectionately intertwines your fingers with each other. - „What do you think of the idea of going to the park now? The weather's nice outside, we can go out, I hear there's a new cafe opening up in that park.“

♡Sunoo♡

•Sunoo gets scared. He realizes how badly he screwed up, so he's afraid to see your reaction. Regardless of whether you keep quiet, cry, curse, or just sigh and give up on the problem, Sunoo will still stand behind you with an apologetic expression on his face.

As you make your way to the bathroom to wash off the rest of your makeup. Sunoo is left standing in the doorway, awkwardly playing with his fingers and afraid to even look at you.

- „What?“ - You see his reflection in the mirror, and your gaze softens, but there are still notes of sadness and irritation in your voice.

- „I'm sorry...“- Mumbles Sunoo, shrinking.

•I sincerely think that Sunoo apologizes with actions and not with words. So probably the next morning, when Sunoo leaves for work early, on your bedside table you'll find a bouquet of flowers, a bag of your favorite food and mint chocolate (if you don't like mint chocolate, read: your favorite chocolate).

- „Flower, did you get my gift?“ - In the middle of the work day, Sunoo finds the strength to call you. You naturally thank him, to which he chuckles. - „It's an apology for missing your date last night.“

♡Jungwon♡

•Jungwon was on the set of the new music video for the comeback and filming dragged on a little longer than planned... So when he was coming home tired and hungry, he saw you upset at your doorstep. At first he wanted to ask you what happened, but his heart gave the right answer.

- „You're freezing, let's go home...“ - Jungwon sighs, throwing his jacket over your shoulders and reaching out your hand to help you stand up. He probably asks you several times how you're feeling, not just physically, but mentally. If you don't want to talk to him, he'll let you know he's sorry and apologize several times before asking if you want him to sleep in the same bed with you or if he needs to go to the guest room/living room.

•In the morning, Jungwon will hundred percent make you breakfast in bed and send Maeumi to you with a note of apology sticking in him collar.

- „Jungwon, what's that?“ - You smirk, taking the note out of Maeumi's collar, which was hanging around your feet. The young man looks away embarrassed, smiling.

- „The note... With an apology... It's difficult for me to apologize with words, so I wrote here what I thought last night...“ - Quietly Yang answers, turning over another pancake in the pan.

♡Niki♡

•The absurdity of this situation was that Niki. He just fell asleep. And the only people who knew about the situation were Jungwon and you, but Jungwon wasn't in the dorm at that moment, and you couldn't reach Nishimura. But as soon as he woke up and saw the 30 missed calls from you and about 12 messages, he stormed out of the dormitory.

You were still sitting in that park, scrolling frustratedly through your phone in your hand, about to leave, when Niki swooped in with a hug and an apology.

- „You're late...“ - You sigh tiredly, unable to contain your smile. Niki smiles back, kissing your forehead, cheeks, and finally your lips.

- „But I came after all.“ - Nishimura smirks, intertwining your fingers together.

•As an apology, Niki won't tease you for three days and succumb to you in all the games you'll play in the games.

- „You're just lucky I love you.“ - Niki hums as you raise your hands victoriously in the air, winning Riki once again for the day, and he leans over to give you an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

[deesseshesca]

Mystery reading ~ 1 

Where is life going …

Morning, pretty souls, today we are checking on this bitch called : LIFE. What’s good ? What’s up ? What’s popping ? I’m talking CAREER, FINANCE, LOVE maybeeeeee s.e.x.

I already found my winner. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE THAT PARTICIPATED ! MUCH LOVE TO Y’ALL. 

Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION 

Rules and Disclaimer 

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

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Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18 

PILE 1 (18+)

Moon (reverse), Six pentacles, Four pentacles (reverse), two cups, 666’ ‘’I’m sorry I put my career before you ! I’m trying to get out of debt… I’m willing to put time & effort now because I don’t want to lose you !’’, ‘’I’M learning how to love myself now thanks to you !’’

Your dreams are becoming a nightmare. You are breaking under pressure and your overthinking is running wild. You feel overwhelmed by your problems or your overthinking is paralyzing. You had a dream about a wolf and dog barking at you, we were so scared you woke up sweating. But what you don’t realize is that they were not coming for you, they were urging you to realize the urgency of your problem. You are in a constant state of anxiety and you project this upon others. You are the root of all your problems. Even if we take them away, you are still in bad shape. I really advise you to apply to some social help in your community regarding mental health. It might not be the best service but it will be a good beginning. Show some grace to your friend. They might not be equipped to fully help you, but they are trying their best. They are really here for you. They only wish to help and be a good shoulder for you to lay your head upon. In your heart, you know who your real friends are. Your fiance is doing so well, You are living your dream life and riding your dream car. I’m getting that nobody knows you are going through HELL in your mind. You don’t show it one bit. Is the only thing you control. Is the way you look so it will kill you if it falls apart. You bury yourself in workload just to distract from the constant voices in your mind. Several events are coming towards us. Before you fire a shot in your head, listen, is the way you are going to react going to determine the next few years in life. Don’t panic, do some shadow work, do some meditation and listen to some subliminals. So when the events happen you react in your best abilities. You might be closing this toxic cycle very soon. Allow change to affect your self-belief slowly but surely. Use your feelings and gut feelings. I feel you nodding your head in a negative way, but listen, if you can manifest a dream apartment and car in such a negative state. Babe not everything you are doing is wrong. Especially in this economy ! Give yourself some flowers. Stop putting others first. I feel like you hide your pain, because you don't want to feel like a burden. Babe I don't want you to hit the deep end. So I prefer you be a burden than a forever trauma for people around you. 

The remedy of a broken heart - Xxxtentacion

Romance 

Nine swords (reverse), Knight of pentacles, two pentacles (reverse), 6 pentacles (reverse) 

Right now there’s one of my closest guy friends that is showing signs of attraction towards you. Actually love not lust. You might not feel like jumping in because he doesn't know how badly life is beating you. You don’t want them to associate with the mess you are in. 

SEX 

TOOO BAD ! THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK ! THEY ARE COMING IN ! Girl, he loves you. Before we even get anything sexual, he wants me to point out his feelings for you. Right you might feel like you sense a shift in y’all relationship but babe you have no idea how obsessive he is with you. Next, you will not let him hit quickly. You will move extremely slow. And he is going to allow you to take the lead. You might act like you don’t care about him, pretend like you don’t feel what he is feeling. But he knows deep down you are just scared of intimacy. You swear you prefer fucking over love, but him and I both know the truth. He's not letting your sabotage get in the way of y’all relationship. Girl you can play all the games you want he stays going to be gentle and waiting for you. Showing that he ain’t going anywhere. Never pushing your limit. Just happy to be in your presence. That man is going to book a hotel room for your first time. But i’m getting that y’all will already be in a relationship when y’all get down and nasty. You get a room full of candles and flowers like the one on the gram. For the first time in sex, it is not going to feel like you're distracting yourself from your life. But you will be totally immersed in the experience. I’m getting that your anxiety will be completely off. You might wake up thinking it was all a dream but nah girl he is really beside you and you are really in a hotel suite after having the best sex u ever had. You might try to control the whole experience and he will allow you to take the lead. He will always check on you : Can I take it off ? Do you want me to put my finger in, baby ? Does it feel good love ? You can take it all in,  princess .  (He loves using little names for you) He must be good at dirty talking. I’m hearing the type to talk you through it. 

AFTERCARE 

Y’all be cuddling. He will be keeping you close to him. You will finally let him in completely. You will apologize for letting work take first in your life and being emotionally available even though you guys are in a relationship. Because you were still very scared. But it won't be news for him, he already  knows it. You will realize how much you NEEDED someone like him in you life.

Foreplay- Shenseea 

PILE 2 

Temperance (reverse), 3 wands (reverse), Ace pentacles (reverse), 9 pentacles (reverse), 777. 111

You are not learning. I’m hearing Abby Miller: ‘’ HAVE YOU LEARN NOT NOTHING  !’’. Your excuse is life can end tmr and you might die at the very minute so YOLO. GIRL ! I can assure you, you will live longer than a month . You are not dying anytime soon. So… STOP IT ! Not only that but you have the audacity to feel unlucky like you ain’t the one messing it all up. Not only that, you are getting frustrated. I’m hearing someone around you saying ‘’ I told you so !’’. GIRL YOU DON’T HAVE MONEY. Don’t even try it. Stop spending money. There’s more money coming out than coming in. STOP SPENDING ! Girl, I'm your last warning. The universe is fed up with you. You are better at spending than earning. Is not even funny anymore …I swear. You might think I’m nagging but I'm stressing for you.. You are soon going to be in BIG PROBLEM.  YOU ARE NOT DYING TMR ! So stop the YOLO. Build some money discipline. When the universe will be happy with your change, your luck is going to come back even better this time. With the money, you will fund a new skill that will be more abundant than you ever have on your own. Your personal income will be 3x at least. 

Kobe - Fresh

ROMANCE 

Two words (reverse) , 5 swords, 2 cups (reverse), 5 pentacles

I feel you are in a relationship with someone you vow not to love but only to use for some money. Like you needed a place to stay. But it is just any ordinary man. Pile 2 you guys are the final boss of beauty privilege. The way your beauty is mesmerizing. Is like the sec that the male specimen lays eye on you, it submit to your every need. You are not at the basic level of having your drink paid or people always helping you. Men pay for your trip, your makeup, your luxury purse and everything you can think of, you will have. Every time you open up about it, girl be quick to call you an OF, when in reality you are fucking telling the truth. I didn't even know people like you exist. I thought my mind was playing games but one of your spirit guards was like ‘’If you can drag her spending, you better applaud her beauty’’. If you guys believe in past life, it will not surprise me if you were one of the prettiest princesses in the medieval and in the 1800. Like other souls may think that vanity is useless. But you know how resourceful it is. If you don't believe in it. Your beauty is something in the spiritual world that spirits admire to the point of idolizing it. I will not be surprised if you are of royal blood. Anyway, you are male ultimate fantasy. The man you know knows it. This is not your first rodeo. Is not the first time you use men for their resources. But it is the first time that the man  treats you like a goddess instead of a sex toy. He has venus in Virgo, his love language is act of service. He cares extremely about you. He cares about your well-being and your mental health. He is at least a multi-millionaire. He knows you are not fully committed to him, but he hopes that he shows how sincere he is, you will eventually open up. Everytime he try to have an emotional moment, you end up fucking him. And he's getting tired of it. If you don’t change the cards are showing me, that  is going to be too late. You  will soon realize he was one of the very rare ones. Let me tell you something, when he is done with something, there’s NOTHING that can make him go back. You are scared he is going to feel disgusted when he realizes how much shit you are financially. But believe me, he loves you too much. I think the concept of your love is foreign to you that you don’t even know how to actually react. Don’t worry he will teach you. 

You guys are definitely bilingual, you might be speak french 

I think it was essential for me to make a difference between your finances and the resources of others. I feel like you are living a luxurious life that has always been funded by everyone but you. And you can't even imagine becoming a rich man. Girl let me breathe some life into you. If you know how to make men answer to your  crazy desires that means you know how to market yourself. You probably know how to brand yourself. You've been jumping from rich to rich men, I know you pick more in their talk than I could ever in my economy class. Learn some financial discipline, learn a skill and you will have a sweet freedom. 

Streets - Doja Cat

PILE 3 (18+) 

Emperor (reverser), 5 pentacles, Ace pentacles (reverse), Strength (reverse), 0505,111, ‘’I miss making love to you ! I will do anything just to hold you again !’’, ‘’ I tried to replace you but it didn't work out because I’m madly in love with you & I was fighting it ! I know this is divine’’

Your life is a mess and it is your fault. Here I said it. I felt a lot of people sigh at the same time: ‘’Finally’’. You keep blaming others and hiding behind ‘’circumstances’’. You love to remind people of a glorious past you once had. Where you were on top of your game. I'm hearing Golden child gone bad. ( I'm even smelling mold) You were once the best of the school. The top employee at your work and winning trophies left right in sport, Now you barely show up to class. You always come very late at work. Because you keep escaping your problem You don’t look for help. You keep saying ‘’ it is what it is’’ Your finances might slow down but you're for sure taking a hit in life. You are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Some might stop here, but I know that you are hiding a bigger problem. You are actually a golden child turned importer syndrome. Back in high school it was easy to be the best. Now you are in a room full of people going as hard as you and you  feel like you ain’t doing enough or your result doesn't hold the candle beside theirs. You are stressed and miserable. Finally you don’t see the end of this financial mess. You feel like everything is expensive. But the reality is that you are trying to keep up with the lifestyle of your classmate. You have enough to survive and you are refusing to ask for help. Advice: 1. Buy quality over quantity. 2. Invest your time in a hobby that is free or very inexpensive so when you cancel your plan you actually have a good reason. And it stops you from overthinking . Also you are actually building skill instead of rotting. You have sadly fallen into bad habits but there is a way out. Unexpectedly, it is about to happen in your life with that hobby. You might find love or a job. Some will get fly out because of your skill. As crazy as it might be, you are on the right path. The right persons is heading your way, opportunities and happiness are closer than you think. 

Dans mon monde - GENEZIO

ROMANCE 

Wheel fortune, Star, 5 wands (reverse), 7 pentacles

Is the comeback of an ex. When he will make his appearance in your life you will be skeptical. There's so much chaos in your life and you don’t need more drama. Back then your relationship was rocky not because he was treating you like shit. He was emotionally close off. I’m getting a good girl and a bad boy. When you broke up with him, you swore to his face that your life would be better without him. Nobody can ignore your glow up. But your life is a complete mess and you are going to feel too embarrassed to show it to him. You guys are fated lovers. I’m hearing, red strings (ikyk). Unexpected meeting while you are running errands. You will look like a HOT mess. In your big pj, your person is going to be so turned on just by the sight of you. 

SEX 

I feel like when you are going to have sex, y'all would already be in a relationship. It will be in the daytime. It will not be planned, but at that moment both of you agree mentally that is happening now. You will be ready. Dress in white or pink pastel lingerie. I’m seeing small full perky tits. Bubble butt, you have bangs. Might be a brunette or blond, it can be a wig for my black reader. You are giving very doll vibes. The sex will be the best you ever had. I think he was your first. Since him had been fucking but nothing came close to him. Is not just because of love, the guy knows what he is doing. I feel like he has some sexual trauma. Like he lost his v-card very young to an older woman. And ever since he has been sexualising himself. He only loves being intimate with you. He also  fucked other women but none felt like you. It's like they were only there for his sexual abilities. While when y'all are making love, he feels seen, wanted and loved. Is also going to feel more better than usual because you guys are both open emotionally. You will open up before that encounter , he will answer some like ‘’ You loved me at my worst. Is a honor for me to be there for you and pour into your cup just like you did for me…’’Is going to be sensual, I’m getting DEEP love making. Is going to solidify y’all decision to try again for the long run. I’m getting a future spouse. 

AFTER CARE 

NO MESSAGE 

He has a big dick. Is hard for him to get turned on. But it is like he can’t help it when he is with you. You give the best head and you love giving him head. 

He has a lot of money 

He will fly you out to have this experience. BAECATION ! 

You definitely know how to speak french 

Bonbon a la menthe - Jok'Air

[austinslounge]

Hey! I'm relatively new to the Austin fandom, and first of all, I just wanted to say you really opened my eyes about the Kaia situation, so thanks! Second of all, I wanted to know your opinion on something: judging by his sister's follows on instagram, and his grandmother (I think it's his grandmother)'s posts on Facebook, Austin seems to have been raised in a conservative family. I know it's none of my business and that "stalking" his family like this can come off as disrespectful, but the thing is: as a leftist, I try to be very mindful of the people I dedicate my time and attention to. Austin never discussed his political views publicly, right? Do you think this is maybe because he is afraid of a certain backlash he might receive if he "came out" as a conservative/republican? I really avoid putting famous people on pedestals and idealizing them too much, and I know some people think it's stupid to care about artists' political views, but I'd still be kinda disappointed if I found out his values are so different from mine. Anyways, thanks for reading, and have a nice day!

Hey girlie! 👋

Welcome to my blog! 🥰❤️ Also, welcome to the Austin Butler fandom. 💕 It's good to see some new fans on here.

I'll be honest, I don't usually like getting into political topics or views here on my blog. But since your ask seemed genuine, I'll try to give you my honest opinion.

Take a seat 💺

Honestly? I think you should just take Austin for face value and not worry about what political party he might (or might not) belong to. As far as I'm aware, he's never really mentioned any real political views, and hasn't even identified himself with any specific political party. (Someone can correct me if I'm wrong)

I think one of the reasons why our country is so divided right now is because people have stopped seeing people as individuals, and they just see people as from one party vs from another party. 🥴 Personally? I don't think that's really fair.

I prefer to base my opinions about someone on a case by case individual basis. I have met some wonderful people from all various walks of life and different political views. I think it's also good to keep in mind that even people inside of a political party may not always agree with everything the party believes or represents.

Going back to Austin --

I choose to look at who Austin the man is, and everything that I've seen of him so far over all these years have been nothing but positive. I see how he treats both men and women. I watch how he treats people from various diverse backgrounds. I saw how he boldly spoke out about racism and "White Privilege" during the murder of African-American George Floyd back in 2020. I have also paid close attention to how he talks to others, how respectful he is of everyone, and how he doesn't treat anyone differently (not even his fans) no matter their position in life.

I have seen how he gave a homeless man food in the streets, how gentlemanly he is with women (i.e. opening up car doors, helping older women up on stage, etc.), and how kindly he speaks of everyone (don't think I've heard him speak badly about anyone tbh). I've also seen how gracious and loving he is to his fans. Friends of mine who have met him in person have echoed the same thoughts that he really is a sweetheart to everyone and how wonderful it was to meet him. I've also heard how everyone in Hollywood who meets and works with him describes him as being very "kind".

I've even looked at his old tweets and Tumblr posts! You can even find his old tweets and Tumblr posts online from when he was a teenager to a young adult, and all of them are so wholesome and adorable. 🥰 While some celebrities are out here getting canceled for their old scandalous Tweets from years ago, with Austin, even as a young guy, you never found him saying anything misogynistic, racist, fat-phobic, mean, or just plain rude online. He's usually always been very positive.

All of these things combined go on to paint the picture of a man who really truly is just genuine, kind, down to earth, and good-hearted. 💕 🥹

I know some people might not feel the same way that I do, and I know that Austin isn't perfect, but based on what I've seen of Austin, he really does seem like just a good guy.

I don't really follow closely what celebrity family members post or who they follow, but I think it's very important to realize that just because your family member has a particular view, it doesn't necessarily mean that you have that same exact view also.

Just something to think about! 😊

[otherone12]

Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 5)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! Sorry it took me so long to post this part, I ran out of time and ideas to write, but soon I'll be able to post more frequently (I'm literally posting this in literature class lol). Hope u like it <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! )

if u didn't read, here's the part1, part2, part3 & part4

Summary: After the jealousy outbreak, you couldn't stand Gerard's duality anymore. So you decided to argue with him and see if, at some point, he would feel sorry for you and let you go.

- Word Count: 2.740

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, toys, denied orgasms, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT!

IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

- All mine… - He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder. - Am I right?

- Yeah… - I said, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a fake smile  -  All yours.

I pulled the blanket over my body, trying to cover myself as much as possible. After all, I was no longer very comfortable in that situation. 

A light smile appeared on his red lips. 

- As long as you understand that, our lives are gonna be way better… - He held my chin with the tip of his fingers, making me face him as he kissed my forehead, making me even more uncomfortable - For me and for you, darling.

Without showing any feelings, I said nothing.  Gerard started talking, but I really wasn't in the mood to listen, so my brain seemed to block out any noise that came out of his mouth. Minutes and minutes passed slowly, and Gerard kept talking. But again I made a point of not saying a word to him.

After a while he stopped talking, leaving only an impatient sigh that he let out before squeezing my arm.  

- Giving me the silent treatment won't improve my mood, princess. 

Before answering, I swallowed hard and showed a look of disdain. 

- Sorry… but I have nothing to say

Gerard’s mouth reached my neck, placing kisses in all of it. 

- Say you love me… - He murmured close to my ear, with his cold lips on my skin. Again, he became kind - that's so simple…

I tried with no success to move away from him, but being in his lap, with his arms holding me, it was impossible. 

- I don't usually lie - I rolled my eyes and sight. 

- Well, what about our date, hun? - I felt his voice grow harsher... I hate this fine line - from what I remember you were pretty happy.

Flashbacks of last night came to my mind. Him opening the car door, his hand on my leg as he drove, the kiss I returned, the compliments... all just  memories.  

- I was… - I said calmly - but that was before…

Again, flashbacks of last night, but this time when he squeezed my arm, yelled at me, slapped me in the face, almost threw me to the ground, hit me with a belt… I was overcome by a fury, which he did not bother to calm. 

- Before what? - His questioning tone was laced with anger, and a cynical chuckle.  - Before I put you in your place?

- Before you hit me with a fucking belt!

It was at that moment that I stopped thinking, and began to let myself be carried away by all the thoughts that crossed my mind. 

- How many times will I have to tell you to watch your attitude?

He shook me, but unlike the other times, I wasn't scared, but rather with a growing desire to keep fighting and see how far he can go with this shit. 

- Fuck this! What's the worst that you could do?! - I screamed, staring deep into his eyes.  - You've already bit me, cut me, spank me… what's next?! ‘Cause you can't kill me!!

His features darkened, he certainly didn't expect me to go this far. He snorted, his clenched teeth practically grinding. The red glow in his eyes became more intense, and a shiver ran down my spine. I felt no regret, curiosity was greater than all of that. I would love to feel that love he showed me in those few moments again, but I needed to see how far he can go. 

- Yeah, but I can make your eternal life be much more miserable than it already is … - he growled, whispering. I felt his nails almost piercing my skin, as he threatened  - so you better be a good girl and apologize for your behavior, right now! 

In a matter of seconds, my mind came up with the perfect plan, as he looked at me impatiently, waiting for an answer. The idea was to make him regret it. Make him show his worst side, and then regret it so much that the only thing he could do to redeem himself would be to let me go.

- Go ahead! I don't really care! - I shouted, with my eyebrows furrowed - The way you act, I'm going to end up going crazy soon, and not giving a damn anymore! 

He was shocked, took a deep breath and tried again. 

- You have one more chance to regret every single word you've said.

The pain in my arm increased by the second, and he became more and more agitated, even though he maintained the same tone of voice. 

- No regrets, thank you, by the way. - I mocked, preparing myself for the worst.

-You will… - He whispered in my ear, his voice choking but threatening enough.  - And I'm going to make sure that happens. 

Quickly, he pushed me aside. Rising from the bed, he got dressed and left the room like a storm.

I took advantage of my time alone to get dressed again. Staring at the drawings on the wall, I couldn't help but start crying, thinking about everything that had happened so far and what might be to come. 

I was hoping he would come back soon, but what were minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days... something inside me made my stomach churn, and anguish took over my body.  

Was I missing him? Was that what he wanted? Anyway, it's not a feeling that bothers me… but the doubts keep arising.

Finally, I heard the key unlock the door, followed by the mocking sound of Gerard's voice. 

-Knock Knock, baby - He walked towards me, and held my face with his hand, squeezing it a little - Did you miss me? Sure you do. 

I looked at him with an incredulous expression, wondering at his subtle good humor and waiting for an explanation. 

-Where were you?!

- Aw… you got worried? - he smiled on my lips, teasing a kiss - Don't think I forgot yesterday's tantrum... 

- Wasn't a tantrum… 

I murmured, looking away, but still with my face in his hand. 

- Shut up! - I was startled by the scream, still with a cruel smile on his face, he continued - Let's establish new rules around here, baby… you only talk when I say you can. 

I nodded.

- Good girl. - he said, still with his fucking smile on his face. Why does he look so good?! - And… when you're gonna refer to me, you have to refer with “sir” or things like that. Got it?

I swallowed hard, waiting for his look, which soon indicated permission to speak.

- Yes

he cleared his throat, becoming more serious and less mocking.

- ’Yes’ what?

I snorted, feeling the tension rise. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. 

- Yes, sir.

A proud laugh passed through his mouth, moving away from me and going to the closet that was at the back of the room. 

- You sound so good, princess…- he followed, while rummaging through the clothes in the wardrobe - And I got something here for you… a new ‘bracelet’.

Soon, he extended his arm, showing me something that left me speechless. A handcuff. I couldn't believe he was actually going to lock me up like that again.  

- Is this a..?

I stammered, now a little nervous.

- I don't remember letting you speak, darling. - he scolded. - Lay in the bed.

I was stuck. I thought it was impossible for him to hold me back any longer, for him to make me more of a possession and less of an individual. I thought about living forever, trapped in that bed, completely at the mercy of his will. 

Following his orders, I lay down on the bed, and he soon made his way there as well. Gerard grabbed my wrist firmly, lifting it to the headboard of the bed and securing it with the handcuff. Soon my other arm was trapped as well. The sound of the handcuffs being closed sent shivers down my spine, which were made worse when I felt Gerard's cold hands on my hips.

His face buried itself in my neck, with kisses that soon began to become painful and I felt the same pain that I had felt on our 'first date'.

Even though my blood wasn't the same, I could still feel it leaving my body, making me feel weaker.

-You taste so good… - He moaned and licked the blood from my neck.

I groaned in pain in response, making him chuckle

-Y'know… - He clicked his tongue, laying completely on top of me and caressing my face - Even though you don't deserve it, I missed you.

I rolled my eyes, holding myself back from saying anything else. 

- I love you. - his hand went down towards the button of my pants and my breathing became short and fast - More than you could ever understand… Want to say anything, darling?

- Can we please go back to normal? 

- Are you scared, baby? - He started to unzip my pants, looking into my eyes.  - And you forgot something.

- I'm sorry… - Swallowing the last shreds of pride I had left, I continued. - sir.

- Good girl. - He held the waistband of my jeans, pulling it down - But I won't take it easy just because you're behaving.

I let out a whimper, hearing when my jeans fall on the ground.

- Sir, P-please… don’t 

- You learn fast… - he chuckles 

He got up, going towards the drawer of the furniture next to the bed and taking out something that took me a while to understand what it was, but the dark smile on his face left no doubt that it was a vibrator.

- Relax, baby… - He clicked his tongue, approaching me again and caressing my thigh - i'm not gonna hurt you…

He pulled down my panties, making me even more nervous. I already imagined what was coming, but the longer he took, the more this anguish took over me.

He separated my legs and brushed the vibrator in my entrance, teasing me. I was dripping, and his cynical laughing when I bucked my hips, earning more, made my face turn red in embarrassment. 

- I thought you didn't want this… - he mocked - but looks like you're almost begging for it

As he spoke, he inserted the vibrator, agonizingly slowly, making me grunt. The deeper, the more torturous it was.

He took a few steps back, moving far enough away to get a full view of my humiliating situation.

- You look so good like this. - Biting his lips, he didn't look away from me.

Soon saw the remote control in his hand and gasped. 

- Did my pet want me to turn this thing on? - He knew exactly what he was doing, looking straight into my eyes with a grin on his face, talking calmly. - Or should I leave you like this for a while, hm?

I didn't answer, shame took over me and I couldn't think of what to say exactly. He walked slowly to the door, shaking the remote in his hand. 

- I'm gonna take your silence as a second option… - He sighed - Well, i'll be back soon and-

- N-no! Please turn it on.. - I interrupted him, knowing that in the state I was already in, it wasn't worth continuing in silence. It took me a while to let the last word leave my lips, wrapped in my self-love.  - sir

- Are you that horny? - He ran his thumb over the controller, choosing the button with the lowest speed.  - So let's have some fun.

I let out a moan, causing him to show his fangs in a smile. The feeling was good, but it still wasn't enough, I bit my lips, muffling other sounds that could pass through my mouth. Gerard noticed, and soon increased the speed.

 I bucked my hips one more time, now feeling myself getting close to my orgasm. 

- Are you almost there, darling? - He asked, already knowing the answer. I nodded. - in that case…

I expected anything but him turning off the vibrator. With teary eyes and breathless, I fell into despair after being denied my orgasm.

-W-why did you…? - I swallowed hard 

-Why did I turn it off? - He said,playfully - Aw, baby, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you?

 I mumbled something inaudible, feeling further and further away from my climax. I was already trying to get my mind off this agonizing experience, but when I was finally getting back to normal, without warning, he pressed the vibrator control, making me let out a whimper. 

He walked around the room, looking at me like I was putting on a show, only for him.

It wasn't long before I was getting there again. But it all went down the drain when he hung up again. I groaned in protest, letting out tears. 

Gerard walked towards my face, placing his hand on my cheek and kissing away my tears. 

- You're so pretty It's a shame to have to put you through this… - He said, between kisses - but you were really nasty that day, hm…

He turned the thing on, so fucking slow.

- I-i’m sorry, sir… - I whimpered, my lips pressed against his, wanting him to feel sorry - Please, let me-

- Not yet.

And as he said, all this repeated itself so many times that I lost count, my whole body sweaty, a river between my legs. I've never felt that tired before.

Gerard was sitting in the armchair, sipping wine, with the remote in his hands. 

- Since you've been such a good girl for me… i'm gonna let you cum - He smiled, bragging and pressing the button on the controller.  

I moaned in pleasure, finally managing to relieve myself, I felt him taking the vibrator off of me, and I sighed in relief. 

He climbed on top of me again, snuggling between my breasts and kissing my neck. 

- Look... I don't want to have to be like this with you… - he purred - So let's make a deal, hm…

His hand traveled over my body, as he looked at every place his fingers passed. 

- I'm not gonna do this to you anymore, but you'll not ignore me. - He raised his eyebrows, speaking calmly. - And maybe one day, we'll go back to normal, hm? 

I nodded, feeling his touch and pacing myself with this. 

- Thank you - I closed my eyes, hoping he would forget about the way he want me to call him. 

-Your welcome, princess. - He smiled, and every time I found him more beautiful  - This time I'll let it slide, but if you forget again… 

-I'll not, sir. - I giggled, somehow feeling good with his weight on my body. 

I really can't understand it. Every moment I spend with him is a duality. Before, I wanted to get up and put a stake through his heart, but now all I want is for him to just lie there next to me, caressing my body and kissing my neck. Of course it would be better if my wrists weren't hurting, but still. 

- Gee… - I murmured to him - I mean, sir, can you please take these handcuffs off of me?

- Do you think you deserve it?

- I've been a good girl, sir! - I despaired, and began to beg. - I took everything without complaining! I… I obeyed you! 

- Hey… calm down, darling… - He spoke, calming me down, but at the same time in a reprimanding tone. - I don't wanna see you throwing a tantrum like a baby again. Well… I think I can take this off of you… but with one condition.

- Tell me… Please, Sir, I'll do anything! - I almost screamed in excitement - Just please, take this thing off of me! Pretty please! 

- Okay, okay, You know I love you, hm.. - He moved to my wrists, releasing them as he continued to speak.  - and I hate seeing you sad like this… i'm gonna take this off, but if you misbehave again… 

- I'll not, sir! I promise! - I, more than in a hurry, hugged him, leaving him confused, but glad.  - And I love you too.

In his arms, I managed to forget why I wanted to leave, it's always so good, so comfortable, so perfect... As soon as I pulled away, the first thing I did was look for his lips, kissing them deeply. The taste of the wine in his mouth passed to mine when his tongue crossed mine.

I think we're gonna be like this forever… Fights after fights and then this feeling of pleasure in being with him.

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~ So, that 's it! Should I do another part?

[suburbonlegends]

I'm redoing an entire chapter of my "Grab My Hand and Don't Ever Drop It" fic so here's the original draft lol. It's basically it's own ficlet, where Peter rescues Neal after Neal goes missing. About 800 words.

It was just out of practicality that Peter kept being in situations where he needed to hold Neal Caffrey’s hands. The third time hardly even counted as holding.

It started when his heart fell through his stomach when Mozzie called him one night. “Neal is with you, right?”

“No? He left work around six, I haven’t seen or heard from him since.” It was now going on eleven, Peter had just been finishing up going over the paperwork for the undercover mission they’d done that day. A lawyer had come in accusing the bosses at her attorney’s office of money laundering, and Neal had been sent undercover as her new assistant to do some poking around, track down the trail.

“I just came over, a long day of- nothing actually, but he’s not here. June says he hasn’t come home yet. She also thought he was with you.”

“Damnit. Damnit.” Peter hung up the phone without another word and dialed Diana as he pulled up Neal’s tracking anklet. “Listen Diana, something’s gone wrong for Neal. I’m pulling his tracking data up now, since we didn’t get a call from the marshal’s he must still be inside his radius. I want you to call for backup and send them to this address.” Thank god he put Neal’s tracker back on him when they’d debriefed after the work day. Peter had almost let him go home without it, just in case, but he’d thought there would be less risk in Neal wearing it than not. He thought the lawyers weren’t going to ask him to meet up in the middle of the night, but other people might jump on the opportunity to talk while Neal was off his radius, so keeping tabs on Neal off the clock was supposed to be an overly cautious risk.

Peter was right in one aspect. Neal wasn’t asked.

Peter and his back up found Neal in an abandoned warehouse in Hell’s Kitchen, because of course that’s where it was. The two managing partners for the law office had him gagged and held at gunpoint, watching as Neal made the dye for their printing press and fed it through the machine. The bastards stood there in coats, gloves, and hats while Neal worked in only his suit in the late January cold.

“I knew y-you’d check my t-tracker eventually.” Neal’s teeth chattered as he spoke once Peter pulled the gag from his mouth. “Was j-just killing t-time unt-til then.”

“Mozzie called, told me you weren’t home, that’s when I checked.” Peter said, untying the knotted cloth. “Would’ve been another hour or two before I checked on my way to bed.”

“Always burning the m-midnight oil. Speaking of, I’m r-r-really cold.”

Peter unzipped his coat and wrapped it around Neal’s shoulders before ushering him to his car outside. He cranked the heat on high, pointing the vents at Neal, then taking one of Neal’s shaking hands in his own to hold it up to the heater while also examining it.

Neal hissed at first, instinctively trying to pull his hand away, but Peter held firm to it, rubbing his palm over the back. “Need to warm them up before you get fucking frostbite.”

“Not gonna get frostbi-bite.” Neal argued, shifting in his seat. “Wool suit at least k-kept me from getting hy-hypothermia. Just f-fucking cold.”

“Being fucking cold is the first step to both frostbite and hypothermia.” Peter kept rubbing Neal’s hand between his own, then grabbed the other and repeated the process. “Maybe I should take you to the ER, get you checked out.”

“No. Peter I’m f-fine. Just-just give me ten m-minutes to warm up.”

So, Peter did just that, watching the car clock closely as he switched from rubbing Neal’s left hand to his right and back again. Slowly but surely, Neal’s teeth stopped, he stopped shivering, and his hands went from painfully white to slowly regaining their pink. By the time the ten minutes were up, Peter was satisfied that Neal wasn’t in immediate danger, but like hell he was going to let him out of his sight.

“Call Mozzie, tell him you’re staying at El and mine’s place tonight. You need somewhere warm.”

“June’s is warm Peter,” Neal said, but soft and laced with exhaustion. “I have a bed with blankets and everything.”

“You have fucking grandiose antique windows that I know keep that room ten degrees colder than whatever the thermostat is set to.” Peter gave one last squeeze to Neal’s left hand before letting it go. “I’ll call Elizabeth while you call Mozzie to let him know you're okay. She’ll have soup ready for you. She even has some fresh sourdough from the bakery.”

Neal watched him hesitantly, eyeing Peter over, before softly, “Can you ask her to toast the bread?”

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 9

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Also, I know way more than I intended because of comments and reblogs on previous posts, so I'm in the know now.

A Black Brooder and a (once fake) Blue Boy sit in a car probably declaring for the millionth time that they love each other while MY RED RASCAL IS STILL BEING HELD HOSTAGE!

Charlie and the Omegaverse Factory (except Jeffrey WHO IS STILL MISSING!)

"Don't be suspicious. Don't be suspicious."

This came up earlier but do they all live together and I missed that somewhere? They all have different houses, so why is Charles putting his hands on Alan now? Did he trick them to all live together so he can steal their powers easier? Does Alan even have powers? Do Northwest Kardashian and Sonic Drive-In have powers? So many questions! Don't tell me the answers. The chaos and confusion adds to the fun.

Why are you back at the reds alone, Barbara?!

Pete is a GOOD MAN. This situation looks gross as fuck, but he is wearing blue, so I already know my man is there for good reasons.

The truth is being revealed. They are in the light instead of the dark, and the blue is backing my man, so as the colors stated: Pete is a GOOD MAN! How? I don't know, but the colors don't lie.

Record scratch! Where did the red go?! That was the same way Barbara entered the reds house, and now the red is gone. *whispers* It's because Waymond is the red like episode three told us.

Whatever Waymond is saying is a lie. The red is surrounding Barbie! It's still there! YOU AREN'T SAFE, BARBIE!

BARBIE!

Waymond Brutus Fitzgerald, you don't have to do this. The blue is *right there* ho-migo. You can be a good guy. You don't have to be a red. Oh, God, no. WAYMOND, NO!

Nah. You had a choice, Waymond. You could have been blue like Pete, lying Charles, and (still-kidnapped?) Jeffery, but you picked this bullshit. I'm so mad at you. You don't deserve Peter. And Kimberly is the only red I respect.

We finally got a light (white-colored) Barbie, but at what cost?

Kentana, let me recap your fuck ups: you captured Jeffrey, you watched Kimberly get beat up, you conspired with Decanus to mess up Barbie's car, and now you are just standing there. I support queer wrongs, but you have yet to prove the "queer" part which is super important, so right now, you are just WRONG, and I can't support that. Kiss a man or sacrifice yourself because you are pissing me all the way off.

Northwest and Sonita are wearing more blue, but what the hell is up with that red around your neck Northwest?! I canNOT trust these two.

Nice to know your time being held hostage by the reds convinced you to commit to the blue, Jeffrey. By fucking time, sir.

Oh, Jeffrey seeing thangs! Decanus is bad. We been knowing that. But is that . . . Alan on the floor?! It has to be since the visions came after Jeffrey touched Alan. Oh no no. Wait, is that BARBIE?! They are the only two who wear tanks!

Kentana better be finally committing QUEER wrongs.

Nothing is going to happen to Charles. Color-coded boys in love get happy endings. But this was bound to happen once Barbara took off his glasses. Accidents happen when people who need glasses don't wear them. Next.

Jeffrey, why are you at the kids table? Are you turning bad. AGAIN!

Who is holding the gun? Does Big Red have a bracelet like that? Why do y'all keep walking back into this damn house like y'all won't die! *whispers* because they won't

Big Red uses swords not guns?

I know it was Way being punched by Barbie earlier, but is this Whiny Winifred?! Let that be a win for us! Because that better not be Kimberly. It. Better. Not. Be. But secret third option: Waymond since he has been the red in hiding.

The red is still around you two newly-reformed Blue Boys. The danger is always there.

Wait! Jeffrey! No! You committed to the blue! Is this why you were surrounded by red?! You were going to go back! WHY?! ALAN LOVES YOU!

Vegas' Hedgehog, why are you wearing orange?! Is your superpower to annoy me? At least Northwest loves you. Are y'all discussing Jeffrey going back to Big Red?! Nah. Alan is too calm. AND DECANUS IS THERE?! I thought he left the team after that race?! Jeffrey will not be pleased with this hug unless Jeffrey really is back to being red. Wait! Is Dean back because Jeffrey told Big Red to send him back! Urgh! For everyone to be a secret red, y'all trust way too many folks. I hate when the plot isn't plotting the way I thought it was plotted.

Even the product placement must fit into the blue vs. red theme. Good!

SONIC, YOU MOTHERF*CKER! I SWEAR TO GOD!

Oh! Charles' spidey sense is tingling. Does that mean danger is near? No! It means you two are going to have sex. AGAIN! Kimberly is dying, but continue with your light vs. dark dynamic. Glad to see you back to your dark ways, Barbara.

Well, at least Whiny Winifred has one win under his belt for the reds before he (hopefully) bleeds red aka DIES!

I hit my picture limit, but next week, Dean is bad (Pikachu face), Waymond gets his ass beat, as he should, and the show is really trying to make us believe Barbara or Charles are going to get into a serious crash which AIN'T happening because they have superpowers and are color coded, so . . . they'll be fine. Oh, and Sonic Boom Boom is wearing blue again just to irritate me before he wears coral or some shit, but all I care about is

WHERE IS KIM POSSIBLE?!

When Kimberlina gets free, because he WILL get free, he needs to run so far away from these people. He better not join the blue racing team. They are too busy being fake and having sex. Kimbers, you deserve better than this.

[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: Where you remember some bad memories and almost get into an accident.

CH-4: Bad memories and a deery situation

TW: Truma flashbacks and strong languages. Though Angel being here means there's gonna strong language every chapter.

Wait you guys?!? What the fuck happened? please tell me I'm just hallucinating from my drinks!'Angel practically screamed as he frantically looked around at the animals around him which sounded like his friends. Charlie looked at Angel sympathetically. Angel was now a white furry spider with a big pink heart on his back with two of his big mismatched eyes and six small pink eyes.'Clam down angel, we'll explain everything' Charlie said, preparing to tell the tale of her mistake again.

Angel's mind was practically blown after he heard Charlie's story. 'What the fuck do we do now?? I was just wondering where the hell everyone went since the hotel was feeling empty. I never imagined get sucked in a book like this' Angel freaked out more. 'And worse looking like this!'

'Clam down angel.. we'll figure something out.. eventually..' Charlie cringed mentally as she said that since all of this was practically her fault. If she had only listened to Vaggie back then, this wouldn't happen. Meanwhile while they were talking Niffty went around the house looking for something to clean with. This place was rather filthy in her opinion and she wanted to clean it. But she had to find something of her size to clean with. After some searching she came across a small brush perfect for cleaning and she could hold it in her mouth. Cleaning with brush in her mouth was much harder then she imagined, but she was determined to make this place squeaky clean.

Meanwhile you reached the city soon enough, parking your car, you quickly headed to the nearest super market. You finished picking your stuff soon enough. Making sure to get enough dog foods and treats.You bought enough to last a week.

Since you live alone now and you didn't really want to drive for over an hour total everyday to buy foods. After completing the purchase, you picked up the bags in both hands and headed towards your car. While walking, someone suddenly called you.

Looking back you saw some man with shit eating grin checking you up and down. "Hey doll~ need a man's help carrying that many bags?" You internally gagged at his words. But you forced a tight smile on your face. "No, it's quite alright my good sir. These little bags feel nothing to me!"

To emphasize your point you pulled the bags higher and twirled around a little. "But I do thank you for your most gracious offer" with a fake smile you turned around and started walking again. The man was quite shocked at your strength. Even he could tell the bags were quite heavy.

While walking, some angry shouts reached your ears. Looking at the source of sound, you noticed it was a couple nearby who were blaming each other for something. You became tensed and uncomfortable at their screaming and started to walk faster. You desperately wanted to drown out their screams as soon as you could before...oh..

'You are a disgrace to our family!'

'You are a bad example for our daughter, we don't want you near her!'

'I really hope you won't turn out to be a disappointment like your mother!'

'You lying bitch! My son did nothing wrong!'

'Can you do anything right?!'

'look at me when I talk!'

Tears strung at your eyes and memories started to storm through your brain. You desperately tried to forget them as much as you can. You really hated screaming or being screamed at. It made you want to rush to a quiet place,and blast music in your ears till those screams were drowned. You bit your cheek and held your tears in. When you reached your car, you quickly put down the bags and just sat on seat, trying to collect yourself and your thoughts. 'alright I can do this, you're a big girl now (y/n) and they aren't here anymore, collect yourself.' you told yourself as you as you started the car and wiped your eyes.

The rest of the journey was going rather smoothly. You were humming alongside your favourite songs playing in the car. You were close to your cabin. You looked down for a second to change a song as no other car was in the road. But when you looked up at the road, suddenly there was a deer, standing right middle on the road, looking straight at your car. Panic took over your mind as you pushed the break as fast as you could. A bad screeching sound was heard as your car stopped meters away from the deer.

It felt like the deer suddenly came into life. Your (e/c) eyes locked with the deer's red eyes for a split second before the deer sprinted away within the forest beside the road. You gripped the steering wheel hard, breathing heavily from what just happened. Your shopping bags were now on the floor of the car. You were sure some of the eggs you bought broke. You just hoped all of them didn't. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to clam yourself down. This day was just going great.

You put the bags up and started driving again. This time, a lot slower then before. You finally reached your home, parking the car, you took out the bags and went in front of the door. You quickly opened the lock of the door, pushing the door inside. "Home,sweet home" you mumbled. The puppy ran straight at you holding your detailing brush..? In her mouth? Crouching, you put the groceries down and picked up the puppy as it let go off the brush and barked at you happily. You were largely unaware of a pair of red eyes watching you from the distance.

Walking inside and closing the door, you noticed your floors looking a lot...cleaner then before. You looked at the fallen brush which now had dirt on it and then at the puppy. "Did you do this darling? Did you clean my room while I was gone?" You only got some small barks in return. Looking ahead you saw the sheep coming out of your room with the moth on its head as usual. You crouched down again, holding the puppy with one hand and extending the other. "Come here little ewe, I need you guys a bit" The sheep somehow understood what you meant as it came into your arms. The moth again flew to your hair. You held both the puppy and the sheep close in a warm hug, feeling today's fatigue slowly fading away.

"Thank you guys.." you mumbled. In reply the sheep nuzzled into your neck a bit more, the puppy licked your cheek a little and the moth buzzed a little on top of your head. You slowly let go off the animals as you stood up. "Welp,there's no use moping around, let's get you some food puppy!" you took the groceries inside and pulled out the dog food. You picked out a bowl and poured some of the food inside and gave it to Niffty. Niffty began to eat as soon as you put down the plate which startled you. "Guess you were really hungry huh?" You said smiling.

You decided to properly sort through the groceries later. For now you choose to just put the perishable foods like meat and milk inside the freeze. You wanted to begin working as soon as you could so you could distract yourself for a bit. You went into your room to change. After changing into more comfortable clothes, you sat on the chair and turned on your laptop. You were an online newspaper editor. It was your job to make sure there are no typos or mistakes and everything was written well. You would change the narrative of some lines to make them appear more 'exciting' to read, without changing the truth of course.

While waiting for your page to load,you absentmindedly looked around your room. ' Hmm..i should probably get some paintings for the wall, it looks rather empty. Oh look there's a big spider on one corner watching me. As for pillows, I should buy some-'

'THERE'S A BIG SPIDER??'

A.N:(Please read) Just wanted to let you guys know, English isn't my first language. So if y'all find any grammatical errors, I'm really sorry. I'll get back to editing again once my exams are over :')

Also our reader is going to be a physically strong girl, not too much, but stronger than average. So yes she has a bit of muscle. It'll be explained later.

Also reader is a big fan of hazbin hotel:). I wasn't sure to make them a fan or not but think of all the fun scenarios of the characters going through your fanfic history and your thirsty posts about them. Wouldn't that be a sight to see ? :)

*Sips tea cutely*

Author out✌️

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[runningfrom2am]

this is why we can’t have nice things - (r.c)

summary: You have no intentions of telling Rafe that he got you pregnant, but someone else tells him for you.

This can be read as a stand-alone but it's technically a part three to getaway car and big reputation

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 2.6k

tags/warnings: mean!kook!reader, bullying i guess?, highschool!au, swearing, teen pregnancy (STAY SAFE Y'ALL), fighting, implied sexual content (but definitely nothing explicit)

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You shuffle quickly down the empty hallway, clutching your bag to your chest out of anxiety. This isn't a feeling you're overly familiar with. You look back over your shoulder and you quickly make your way towards Bella's classroom, remembering she has math this period. It's just after lunch, and you couldn't make it in the morning, you just weren't feeling very well. Something felt off. That's when it hit you.

You knock on the open door frame, scanning the room for your best friend when your eyes land on Rafe. Fuck, you forgot he was in this class. He gives you a smug smile and a wink, making you cringe inwardly at the situation as the teacher acknowledges you. "Miss Y/L/N. Something I can do for you?"

"Sorry to interrupt, I need to borrow Bella." You say, glancing over at her. She can sense that something is off, and she's already grabbing her stuff and standing up.

"Woah, did I say you could go?" He says to her and she freezes.

"It's really important." You cut in before Bella has to. "It's, uh, girl stuff. I just need to grab something from her locker." You lie, avoiding eye contact in attempt to feign embarrassment.

The teacher sighs, nodding at Bella who resumes packing up her stuff. "Don't be long." He says, and you avoid Rafe's eyes on you as Bella makes her way up to the door, quickly following you away.

"What's wrong?" Bella whispers as you quickly walk down the hallway, heading towards the girls locker rooms. No one uses those during class time, so you like to have meetings there when you have something urgent to discuss. Something like this.

"Shh, wait." You whisper back, walking down the stairs into a smaller section of hallway and into the locker room, closing the door and locking it behind you.

"Please, Y/N/N. You're scaring me a little." Bella asks again and you throw your bag down.

"I'm pregnant." You say, locking eyes with her as her jaw drops.

"Wait, I- you're sure? Because we've both had scares before-" Bella tries to rationalize it and you shake your head, reaching into your bag and pulling out the ziplock with the three positive tests you took this morning, practically shoving it into her hands. You can't even look.

"Shit..." Bella mumbles, looking all of them over carefully. "..Rafe?"

You swallow thickly and nod, chewing on your nails. "Yeah, yeah it has to be." You confirm, continuously nodding to yourself.

"Are you gonna tell him?"

"No! No- definitely not." You are quick to shoot that down. "I mean, do I have to?"

"I don't think so." Bella agrees, putting the small plastic bag down on the bench next to her. "Not unless you plan to keep it."

"Oh, god no!" You scoff, pacing back and forth now.

"I didn't think so, no..." Bella nods a little, thinking it over herself. "This weekend we'll get you to a clinic. Is that soon enough? When did you sleep with him last? We just need to do a bit of math."

"Like, a month ago? We only like, actually did it once. After that party. So... yeah, three and a half weeks, ish." You tell her.

"Okay, that's plenty of time. You're fine. I'll take you to the mainland this weekend, it'll be like a little girlies trip! We'll go to that cute coffee place, maybe Target, make an adventure out of it, yeah?" Bella suggests, smiling as she tries to make you feel better.

"Yeah! Yeah. We'll do that. I'll sleep at yours?" You say, smiling at her knowingly.

"And I'll sleep at yours." She nods, reaching out and you do your handshake, one you made up a few years ago.

You pull her into a hug, and she rubs your back gently. "You'll be okay. I won't tell a soul." She assures you, knowing you well enough to see how scary this is for you even if you have a solid plan on how to handle it.

"Thanks, Bells." You sigh, pulling away and quickly fixing your hair in the mirror, grabbing your backpack and following her out.

"We'll get coffee after school, right?" You say, dropping Bella at her math class.

"Yeah! Can't wait." She smiles. "Should we invite Rafe?" She whispers, nudging you gently.

"No thanks." You giggle, waving as she walks into the room. This time you're definitely avoiding looking at Rafe, especially now that someone else knows. You can feel his eyes on you as you stand briefly in the doorway, giving Bella a quick wave and nodding a thank you to their math teacher before walking away. You know Bella will be able to play it cool, even around Rafe. She'll take all your secrets to the grave.

You straighten your uniform as you walk and quickly make your way to your class, anxiously waiting on the weekend to come.

The next morning, everything seems to be going well. You slept well knowing you and Bella had a plan, and honestly you did look forward to the weekend and getting to have a "girlies weekend", as Bella put it.

You get to school just on time, rolling up your skirt and fumbling to pull up your socks as you approach the doors with your bag over your shoulder and a coffee in your free hand.

"Hey! Hey, hey, Y/N! Wait!" You hear someone calling out to you, looking around and cursing internally when you realize it's Rafe, running towards you across the parking lot.

"Hey, Rafe." You call back, giving him a quick wave and trying to continue on your way.

"Hey, uh, can we talk, real quick?" He asks as he makes it up next to you, gently grabbing your arm to stop you.

"Uh, yeah, course..." You agree, eyeing him suspiciously. There's no way he knows, right?

Rafe nods a little, looking around before pulling you away from the door and just behind the building. "I, uh- shit. Uhm... So..." He stammers and you roll your eyes.

"Well, this has been riveting. Always a pleasure, Rafe Cameron!" You grin, turning on your heel to walk away. You don't need to be late to class again.

"You're pregnant?" He gets out just as you get to the corner of the building, and it came out weaker, more concerned than he intended to sound. He had this plan to try and be cool about it, not take it that serious, but he honestly was a little hurt that you didn't reach out to him. You freeze, sighing and groaning as you turn back to face him.

"Maybe." You answer, avoiding eye contact with him. "Well, yeah. Uh, I am." You mumble, realizing you at least owe him honesty.

"Right..." Rafe nods, tilting his head at you. "And you think it's mine?"

"Oh, god-" You laugh, shaking your head and making a disgusted face.  "Don't say it like that, it's not- it's not like, alive. But do I think you're responsible? Yeah. Definitely."

"Are you sure?" Rafe asks, raising an eyebrow at you and you gasp dramatically, covering your mouth with one hand.

"Wow, Rafe, are you 'slut-shaming' me?" You ask, hardly able to stifle a laugh.

"I don't know what a pretty girl like you gets up to in her free time! I was just wondering!" Rafe says with a smirk, raising his hands defensively. You're honestly glad you can playfully bicker through this rather than it being any kind of serious.

"Well, thank you for thinking I'm pretty, but unfortunately you are the only boy I've slept with in the last three months so yeah, I'm pretty sure." You reply, taking a sip of your coffee. "How did you find out? I had no intention of telling you."

"Ouch." Rafe chuckles, clutching a hand over his heart. "Well, I'm glad you're sure because at three am I got a ransom demand for your right to privacy about it and I paid someone a grand to not tell anyone."

Your jaw drops at this, and you almost drop your coffee. "I'm sorry- what?"

"Listen if it was you, you can just ask me for money if you need it I'm more than happy to help-"

"Of course it wasn't me! God, no, I'd never-" You quickly defend, absolutely in shock at the situation. "I'd never do that to you. I'll pay you back, it was never meant to be your problem, like I said I wasn't even going to tell you-"

"Hey, no, it's okay. It's okay." Rafe assures you, stepping closer now and resting a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down. "I'm not mad. I don't give a fuck about the money, I want to help." He insists, nodding at you slowly.

"Sorry, sorry this is embarrassing.." You laugh slightly as you realize you're starting to hyperventilate. You were cool about this whole situation up until now, but suddenly you're overwhelmingly terrified, especially since someone knows. "My parents can’t find out- they'll kill me, they'll kill you! God, I just-"

"No, you're fine. We'll figure this out." Rafe says, gently rubbing your shoulder and taking your coffee from you before gently placing it on the ground.  You just nod a little bit, closing your eyes and desperately trying to regulate your breathing. "We just.. we need to figure out who it was, yeah?"

You nod frantically, taking slow breaths and trying not to panic. "Did you tell anyone?" He asks.

"Only Bella," You say, nodding a little bit. "And Bella didn't tell anyone, obviously."

"Obviously.” He agrees. “So, how could someone else find out?"

Then it dawns on you as your stomach drops. "Oh, shit... The tests- we left them in the locker room yesterday." You say, shaking your head and laughing a little at your own stupidity.

"Yeah, yeah they sent me a picture of them. But they could be anyone's, come on, in this school that means nothing." Rafe chuckles, trying to cheer you up. "They must have heard you."

He's right, someone must have been in there. They should have cleared the room before she spoke, but you were panicking, at the time it didn't even cross your mind to check all the shower stalls that sat vacant at the back of the room, rarely ever used. "Yeah.. they must have. I've got an idea, though."

By third period, it's time to put your plan into action. Rafe agreed to meet you outside the girls locker room exactly thirty-five minutes into class, both of you coming up with a good excuse to leave.

You walk up to where Rafe is leaning against the wall next to the door in the secluded hallway, gesturing for him to follow you as you open the door, letting him in and quickly locking it behind you.

"Woah, I've never been in here before." Rafe chuckles, looking around.

"We're not here for fun." You say back quickly, starting to shuffle through the bags of all the same girls who would have been in gym yesterday, looking for the tests. Rafe just stands there staring at you. "Are you gonna help? There's like forty bags and we only have a few minutes."

"Oh, right-" He nods, looking around before deciding to start on the opposite side of the room. "I don't feel right going through girls bags." He laughs a little, already onto the second one.

"It's fine, we're only looking for one thing." You reply, tossing another bag to the side. No luck so far. About ten minutes and thirty bags later, you're starting to stress that you won't find it, that they weren't dumb enough to bring them back to school, when Rafe laughs.

"Hey! Here!" He says, and just as you turn his tossing the ziplock bag at you and you fumble to catch it.

"Which bag was it?" You ask, rushing over as he hands it to you and you start to basically tear it apart to find some kind of identification for who owns it. You find a wallet and smile, quickly opening it and checking the ID.

"Ally." You scoff, dropping her bag on the ground.

"What a cunt." Rafe mutters, kicking it to the side. You quickly shove the tests into your bag at your side and take a few bills out of her wallet, handing half to Rafe and pocketing the rest before zipping it shut and throwing it on top of her bag.

"We're stealing now?" He smirks, putting the money in his wallet anyways.

"What? No, that's your money. She's just paying you back, like, partially." You shrug, smiling back up at him. "And for me it's damages."

"Right, fair enough." He chuckles, looking down at his watch. "We've got twenty minutes left before class ends, want to..?"

"No! I'm not fucking you in the girl's locker room." You shove him back playfully. "Also that was a one-time thing."

"Whatever you say, Y/N/N." Rafe chuckles. "Just thought I'd offer."

"You lost that privilege when you got me pregnant." You giggle, crossing your arms as you stare at him.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" He defends. "Won't happen again. I swear."

“Yeah, it won’t.” You roll your eyes and head for the door, stopping abruptly as Rafe reaches in front of you and grabs the handle first. You turn your head to look up at him and you don't get the chance to before his lips are pressed against yours, his free hand landing on your hip and holding you against the cold, blue-painted metal of the door.

Despite your protests earlier, you don't hesitate to kiss him back. You're quick to bring your hands up to his cheeks, pulling him closer for a moment before moving your head back and gently pushing him away. "One-time thing, huh?" He chuckles and you nod, biting your lip. 

"Yep, not happening again." You confirm, turning and unlocking the door before pushing it open and walking off down the hall.

"Wait, what are we gonna do about Ally?" He says as you walk away and you turn, pacing backward to look at him when you respond.

"I've got it from here. Thanks, Cameron."

When Rafe walks out of the building later that afternoon, he stares in confusion at the small crowd that's formed just on the other side of the fence marking the edge of school property. "Rafe! Rafe, help!" He hears Bella before he sees her, pushing her way through the crowd and frantically waving for him to come over.

He picks up his pace as he jogs over, dropping his bag and pushing his way through again after her. He's met with you straddling Ally's back as she screams and cries, you holding her face down into the dirt by her hair. "Say you're sorry! Say it!" You scream in her ear, absolutely irate at this point as everyone watches in horror. Rafe is quick on his feet to wrap his arms around you and lift you off of her, grabbing your hand and tearing her hair out of your grasp. He’s holding you back as you continue to yell over her sobs, and you struggle to get back to her shaking body on the ground.

"Hey, hey! She's had enough, Y/N/N." Rafe chuckles, holding tightly to your waist. 

You push your hair out of your face, both of you watching as some of Ally's minions are quick to try and help her up. Her nose is bloody, makeup and uniform absolutely ruined. You smile as you look at her state. "Not gonna tell anyone now, right?" You ask her bitterly, Rafe finally letting you go.

"God, you are crazy! You'll be hearing from my lawyer, you psycho!" She cries out, wiping her face.

You lunge at her again and she's lucky that Rafe noticed this the second before you moved, grabbing you again and pulling you into his chest. "Hey, woah, don't bother." He says to you.

"Yeah, muzzle your fucking dog." Ally mutters, brushing off her clothes. 

"Says you, you actually look like one so watch your mouth.” He scoffs at her, spitting at her feet. “Extortion is a crime too, by the way." He adds cooly, raising an eyebrow. "So I think we can keep legal out of this, don't you?"

Ally huffs and quickly walks away, pushing her way past everyone gathered there to grab her bag which you had thrown into the street during the confrontation. Bella quickly runs up to you, grabbing your face to look you over the second Rafe lets you go. "Are you okay? God- that was scary!" She exclaims, satisfied though that you only have minor scratches and bruises.

"I'm fine." You smile at her, shaking your head a little. "Sorry, I just kind of blacked out for a minute." You joke, gently hugging her.

"Yeah, it was hot." Rafe adds, arms crossed as he stands behind you. You roll your eyes at him, hiding your blush in Bella's shirt.

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