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back2bluesidex · 1 year ago

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Best Fucking Friends - JHS & PJM (18+)

Part of my Milestone Drabble Request Game. Find the request here.

Pairing: Hoseok X fem!reader X Jimin

Theme: PWP, Smut, threesome (?) NSFW!!!

Wordcount: 2k+

Summary: Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.

Warnings: Explicit sex, unprotected sex (it's a no no), throat fucking, tit play, oral (both party receiving), little bit of insecure reader, jimin is blonde (yeah, that's a warning). tell me if there's more.

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: enjoy the flith.

It’s almost pathetic how you are standing at your best friends’ door, wearing a thin tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, hair disheveled, sticking to every direction because of the tantrum you threw earlier.

Two bottles of soju and a dozen beer cans dangling from your arms resting inside two black polyethene. Heavy indeed, but you can manage.

You jab at the doorbell again, way too impatient to get inside your comforting nest, in their comforting embrace, but you don’t know what’s taking them so long.

After almost 3 minutes of keeping you outside, Jimin finally opens the door and his eyebrows shoot to reach his hairline.

“Y/N? hey?” he speaks through his plump lips but you are way too angry and frustrated to give into his ethereal beauty.

“What the fuck took you so long? It’s been a lifetime since I started ringing the bell!” you spat at him, shoving him aside as you welcome yourself inside their apartment.

“Ah! We thought our neighbor was here again to complain about our overflowing trash.” Jimin follows you inside as he takes a look at the items you are placing one by one on their coffee table.

“I thought you had a date with your dumbass boyfriend today?” Jimin places carefully and you ignore his question.

“Where is Hobi?” grabbing a beer can, you jump on their plush couch. God! You love this couch more than your own.

“Taking a shower but that’s not important! You just ignored my question. Is everything alright or not, Y/N?” Jimin’s expression turns serious as he comes and sits down beside you. You ignore him again, taking a big and loud gulp from the beer can.

The bathroom door clicks open and your other best friend walks out… wearing only a bathrobe.

Your eyes fall on Hoseok and you almost choke on the beer.

The loose neck of the bathrobe hangs low on his sharp collarbones, water drips down from his wet jet black hair and drops on his chest, and gradually gets soaked in the fluffy material of the robe.

You shamelessly check him out even when you know Jimin's basically sitting beside you and can see you thirsting over his roommate slash best friend. And if you are not wrong, you probably see Jimin smirking a bit.

“Y/N?” Hobi exclaims as soon as he notices you sitting on the couch, “didn’t you have a date?”

That’s it! You come to your best friends for some solace but all they have to talk about.. Is your date!

“Why the fuck do you guys have to talk about him? He dumped me! Do you guys hear what I am saying? He fucking dumped me!!” you scream at the top of your lungs. Your eyes turn blurry and before you close them you see Hoseok running to you.

Within a moment, you find yourself being sandwiched between two warm bodies, one slightly wet and another way too soft.

Before you know, you start crying, “that fucker said he doesn’t feel the same way for me anymore! He said he found someone else and thinks that she is the soulmate he was looking for! That nutjob!”

Jimin rubs on your back saying, “it’s his loss, completely his loss.”

“I thought we could be something. I thought- he loves me! Fuck! I am a fool! Why would anyone fall for a cold, short-tempered, not-so-attractive 27 year old like me?” you shout again, voice already hoarse.

“Stop talking nonsense.” Hoseok rolls you into a sharp rebuke, “since when you are so low on your confidence? Did you forget how many guys you had warped around your fingers back in our uni days? Nothing has changed since then. You are still very much attractive and you still have at least two guys all whipped for you.”

Two guys? Wait! He isn’t referring to him and Jimin, is he?

“Which two? Show me?” you reply, trying to sit straight on the couch.

“Us” the hushed word comes out of Jimin’s lips. You whip your head to meet his eyes.

“What? What do you-”

“You know what we mean, Y/N.” Hoseok says softly. You again turn your head to take the man in. your eyes bore into his darker ones and you realize your usual jolly Hobi is very much serious now.

“Since when? And both of you? Wait! Don’t tell me you guys have fought over me or something?” Both of them break into laughter at this.

“Not at all, darling. We aren’t highschool kids. We are grown up men and we know the pleasure of sharing.” Jimin speaks in a very sultry tone and that’s when you finally take a good look at the blonde man.

Jimin has this gender-neutral charm that can rock anyone off their shoes. You will be lying if you say you are completely immune to those beautiful eyes, smooth blonde hair, perfect set of white teeth, that round juicy booty and especially those plump lips of his. Only you know how many times you imagined the taste of those pink muscles.

However, that’s it.

You didn’t think of taking your thoughts any further, especially when you have a big fat crush on your other best friend.

You have always been on your knees for Hoseok since your university days. But you have always admitted the fact that he is way too good for you. So, you tkept your feelings bottled successfully.

You might not be a giddy mess around him anymore but doesn't that mean you don’t feel weak for the man, especially when he is sitting right beside you, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and practically confessing that he has a crush on you too?

What the fuck?

“Sharing? You guys wanna share me? h-how?” you shutter, being completely aware of what you are asking.

Hoseok looks at Jimin and gives him a knowing lopsided smile.

“You wanna see how? Answer in yes or no.” Hoseok’s aura changes in a heartbeat and the sentence comes out less like a statement and more like an order.

“Y-yes.” You shutter again.

“Good girl” Jimin whispers right behind your ear, “then you will do as we say, right?”

“Yes” this time your voice comes out breathy. You already feel heat on your core even though the men haven’t even touched you yet.

“You trust us, right?” Hoseok voices softly, as he tucks a stary strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah.” another lone word slips past your lips.

“Let us take the charge then. And tell us to stop whenever you feel like. Okay?” Hoseok’s eyes flood with warmth and darkness at the same time and you don’t know how it is even possible. So you just nod in agreement.

“Strip.” Jimin says firmly and your eyes go wide.

“W-what?” you ask for confirmation.

“You heard me.” He states. You have never seen Jimin this serious for the entire 8 years of knowing him. You take a look at Hoseok, who seems to be waiting for you to comply with Jimin’s order.

So you do.

Standing up on your feet, you slip out of your tshirt first, then your pants, then your bra and lastly your underwear. Just when you are about to throw your underwear away, Jimin extends his hand towards you, clearly asking for the article.

You place it on his palms, embarrassed of the tiny wet patch caused by your impromptu arousal.

“Bunny, huh?” Jimin chuckles at the cartoon bunny printed on the front side of your panty. He caresses the material for a moment and then takes it to his nose and inhales sharply. You start leaking due to his actions.

You are way too busy with Jimin that you don’t see Hoseok ravishing your naked form with his eyes. He is very impatient. Finally after 8 years he is about to get the chance to taste you but you are too busy to observe Jimin’s antics. So he tugs at your hand and gains your attention.

“Lay down, angel, let me have a taste.” Hoseok’s voice dips down a few octaves lower causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Jimin takes the hold of your upper body and leans it down on the backrest of the couch. Hoseok moves on his feet, sits down on his knees right between your legs.

Parting your legs gently, he hums in satisfaction, “umm.. Wet already.”

The way Hoseok eyes your cunt, makes you gush out more arousal. The slick drips down your core causing Hoseok’s mouth to water.

On the other hand, Jimin starts placing small, wet kisses on your jawline. Even though his position is a bit awkward, that doesn’t seem to bother him.

His kisses travel down to the south and reach to your cleavage. But before you could react to that you feel a wet muscle testing your slicked slit. You look down to find Hoseok staring straight at you while lapping up your juices rapidly from your cunt.

Jimin has also started licking at your perked nipples, flicking and biting those to his heart’s content.

Fuck! It’s too much. Having your tits and cunt eaten out at the same time? A pleasure you never thought you would experience, that too, by your very own best friends.

Hoseok takes your clit into his mouth while stretching your wet heated hole with two of his fingers right when Jimin digs his fingers into one of your tit and bites your other nipple harshly.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” you moan out a string of curses. Heads on the cloud, you feel euphoric. What in the world did you do in your past life to deserve this pleasure?

You start clenching around Hoseok’s fingers as he keeps on abusing your clit with his practiced tongue. He knows you are close.. You know it too.

“Are you gonna cum, angel?” Hoseok whispers. His mouth and nose glistens with your arousal. You nod.

A harsh slap lands on your wet tit. “Use your words, bunny.” Jimin commands.

“Yes. yes gonna cum- ah! Fuck!” Hoseok cuts you off mid sentence by twisting his fingers and pressing down on your g-spot.

And you cum unannounced, on Hoseok’s tongue. He sucks up every last bit of it.

“Look at her, hyung. She drenched you.” Jimin’s tone is sultry, lust drips from it.

Hoseok chuckles darkly, “think of how much she would cum on our dicks, Jimin-ah!”

You know they are teasing you and you would fight them usually but right now you are defenseless, in your post orgasm glory and you want them to keep going.

“Fuck me please.” you murmur, pulling yourself out of your fucked up state, “fuck my cunt and mouth at the same time, please. Please!” you beg.

They look at each other for a brief moment, coming to terms, Jimin says, “You sure you can take it?”

“Yes! Yes I can.” your breath gets heavier with the anticipation of their cocks inside you one by one.

You take one of both of their hands and place those on either of your tits.

“Fuck me.. Please.” you beg, yet again.

“Fuck, Y/N. you will be the end of us.” Hoseok bites his lips,as he squeezes your supple flesh, he continues, “On your fours, ass up, right now.”

You oblige.

Jimin walks behind you and you know, he will be the one to fuck you first. Hoseok stands right in front of your face. He slips out of his bathrobe. His cock stands tall and proud. You start salivating at his sight.

Talk about length and girth, he got it all.

Craning your neck you take a look at Jimin. He, too, is naked now. And his cock is literally the most beautiful one you have ever seen.

Hoseok places his hand on your chin, tilting your head back at him, he mutters, “are you ready, angel?”

You reply saying yes.

“Open both of your holes wide of us then.” he commands, you comply.

Soon your throat and cunt fill with a pair of dicks belonging to you two hot best friends. And you can’t be happier.

Guess, your dumbass ex-boyfriend did the right thing for once by dumping you. Your best friends are more than happy to fuck you into oblivion.

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forusomimiya · 1 year ago

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I had a vision,

and it's Kuroo in his office, with his hand working hard on his cock again.

It's too late for this. Everyone in the office had gone home, but Kuroo was still there, reminding you what a slut you are for fantasizing about him fucking you while you were home alone. Your fingers running across your belly, hearing him losing his mind, struggling to keep quiet even though he knew no one was there. Just him having a normal ordinary call with you like all the other nights.

"I can see even without you by my side how beautiful you get when you moan like that" His voice wicked, lustful, enjoying what he hears on the other end of the phone, imagining you collapsing just listening to him. It only made you want more, more than he was making you feel right now that cold night from his office.

Sitting in that black office chair, suit pants stretching at the crotch, legs spread wide, and a few little tickling thrusts near his balls, making him breathe hard, widely with each pump. The hand which he was holding the phone with started to go cold, but he didn't care, your voice made him warm up and speed up for seconds.

“I know you’re as close as I am, doll… now I need y—hah.. I need ya completely surrendered to me, ‘kay?”

He could see you nodding, eyebrows drawn together as you heard him gasp, accompanying him with every breath, feeling so slowly as your ecstasy approached sooner than it should, that you had to warn him.

"Yeah baby, I feel it too. Listen" you could clearly hear his wet cock, causing you to have an unquenchable thirst to clean his leaks. “Now im gonna cum inside you and I want you being the good girl you are and hear you scream your fucking husband’s name, right?”

You shouted so loudly that you swore that even your neighbors would not forget Kuroo’s name for the next years.

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hearts4werka · 1 month ago

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SECRETS OF THE UNDEAD SHADOWS

“Get fucked, you bitch! I ain’t gonna do shit!“

A new series in which... you and your mother move to an apartment complex for a new beginning after a traumatic event happened in your home town and as soon as you arrive, you have a strange feeling about the place right away, you meet interesting friends and gather a ghost hunting friend group along the way and investigate the origins of all the infamous murders and crimes of ‘Veronica’s Strange Apartments’ in the town of Boston, Massachusetts. Year 1998

This series will contain… a lot of sensitive & dark topics, including paranormal activity and sexual content, mentions of a traumatic past & uncovering a truly fucked up murder investigation, please be aware of what you’re consuming on the internet!

- - > click here to find the rest of the chapters!

! English is not my first language !

- CHAPTER TWO - Strangers Next Door…

The Past - year 1998

A sudden loud thud could be heard coming from the other side of the wall and next door which immediately shocks me awake, rising from my bed into a sitting position and looking around the room cautiously as there is a possible possibility that someone could have broke into my apartment, my breath quickens intensely as my eyes scan the room before they land down on Chris who seemed to slowly be waking himself from the loud noise. “Chris, are you awake?” I call out quietly as I hear him as well sit up and his eyes find mine, the same amount of horror hiding behind them as mine. “Well, am now. And what the actual fuck was that?” “I’m trying to figure out the same thing!” I whisper-shout, feeling a cold shiver run down my spine at the horrible scenarios creating in my mind like pop-rock candy pop in your mouth whenever you place them on your tongue, being all so sudden and hard to comprehend all at the same time. “Wanna go check it out?” He asks and I glance at him as if he just cussed out my whole bloodline, “Fuck no! That’s literally the main reason why people in horror movies die first, they go towards the shit when they should be running away!” I once again whisper-shout but now at him, he rolls his eyes and get out from under his covers, not paying any mind to his messy sleeping area left behind “Fine, have fun being alone in a dark room then because I’m going.” He states and starts walking toward my room door and I hesitantly follow behind, not wanting him to go alone, he creaks the door open to check if the coast is clear, when we’re sure it is. We sneak out of my room and slip out from my apartment through the main exit door to investigate the sound further.

We peak from behind my apartment door to check what’s happening next door and our ears get suddenly assaulted by a bloody scream of a woman, I didn’t really know who could have possibly lived there since I haven’t really socialized with all of the other tenants in the apartment complex but a scream being filled with this much horror couldn’t spike anyone’s interest to help even if they don’t know the person, we both cover our ears through the duration of the bloody high-pitch scream since we were pretty close to the source of it. Suddenly, as we observe the closed neighbors apartment door and start to plan on stepping further to investigate, a woman who looks around but over the age of thirty was pushed out of the apartment, covered in blood alongside a weird mysterious liquid we could not identify as anything we’ve seen before as she holds her stomach and seems to be also holding her head to stay in place, as if it has been not fully decapitated and her still managing to stay alive somehow with such dangerous and harsh injuries, “Do you hear that?” I whisper as quiet as I can so she doesn’t catch onto our presence in the hallway, “Hear what?” “What she’s saying.” My ears quick up a soft chant coming from past her lips, quietly chanting “Let me die, please, Tagmonnan, I can’t take this torture anymore” which sends a cold shiver down my spine, Chris doesn’t seem to really pick up on the chant but I whisper the words into his ear and his reaction is the same as mine, concerned and freaked out. I softly jump as a harsh hand is suddenly lied on my shoulder, a worried whisper hitting both of our ears. “The fuck is happening here? And what are you doing here, Chris?” Both of us immediately turn our heads around to see who the mysterious person could be behind the voice and to my surprise, my eyes met the one brother I still haven’t had the chance to meet, Matthew, from what I could make out from the harsh shadows casted over my clouded vision I noticed a few piercings adoring his face with similar and almost identical features and structure to Chris & Nick’s but still had a unique twist to it, making it look different despite the similarity between the three brothers.

His barely visible black fluffy hair I could harshly make out the outline of fell over his forehead in a messy way, looking like he’s just woke up in the dark pajamas he was wearing. When he opens his mouth to talk again Chris just pulls him down next to him to hide Matt from any possible glimpse the woman could get of our presence, when he opens his mouth to ask for an explanation for all of this we quickly shush him and tell him to stay quiet with our pointer finger being pressed against the middle of our lips, he immediately stays quiet and joins us on lurking at the woman who keeps chanting under her breath and for some reason, I feel a cold pair of hands push down on my shoulders as if to shove me to the floor, I look at the guys and see their hands nowhere near my body which makes me freak out ever more than I already was, attempting to grab at the hands and push them off but I felt nothing on my shoulders but the constant weight on them stayed until I fell to the cold ground with a soft quiet thud. My breathing becomes labored as the cold hands finally leave my shoulders, the weight being lifted off them at the same time which makes me sigh in relief, my eyes look up to see the both of the guys strangely looking at me as I stay on the floor, “Viv, are you good? Why are you on the floor?” Chris asks concerned as he extends his hand to help me get up from the floor, Matt gives me a simple worried look as I get up from the floor. “I.. I don’t know actually, I’ll explain later. Now let’s focus on the task at hand.” I answer softly, feeling slightly dazed as I feel a small cold pain spread across my back, a similar feeling to the hands on my shoulders from earlier.

By the time we look back at the strange woman, she’s now gone but a bloody trail was left behind that drags through the length of the rest of the hall, all of us glance between each other with horror spreading across our faces at the horrifying sigh. “We’re way over our heads right now, we should probably go back to our apartments now and tell our parents.” Matt suggests, his voice raising to a more audible state and ready to get the actual fuck out of here, Chris seems to consider his words and nods his head positively but I show a disagreed facial expression and shake my head negatively. “We can’t tell them cause they would want to go to the police, and I know I haven’t been long here in this town but it seems we would have to handle this on our own. I don’t think a random powerful demon would come here overnight, this looks like it’s been happening for longer now and who knows if the government isnt in on all of this?” I state, attempting to prove a point that if we let anyone else know what we’re up to and that we are investigating all these strange mysterious crimes happening in the walls we sleep in each night could get us in some serious trouble, “Yeah, I kinda get where Viv is coming from. We should leave this under the covers for now,” Chris agrees, Matt also starting to consider my words and nods his head. “Okay, well I think we should go to sleep now.. I’m pretty tired y’know?” Matt adds his own word, letting out a sleepy yawn and running a lazy hand through this messy hair. “What do we think about… a sleepover?” I suggest cheerfully to lighten up the tense air surrounding us and they both nod their head and we quietly enter my apartment and retreat to my room, seeing the mess me and Chris have left behind in the still oddly empty room.

I grab some pillows and blankets from one of the boxes laying around inside of my room and create another sleeping area for Matt next to Chris’s on the floor since there isn’t much furniture inside of here, we settle down in our spots and continue to sit there and give our opinions on what possibly could have been a sensible explanation for the strange woman being attacked next door, or maybe she did it to herself? “I honestly think she did that to herself because of the chats she was saying like she was saying she wanted to die and mentioned a demon name, that’s not normal human behavior.” I conclude whatever I heard on the topic if she either did it to herself or it was done to her. When the room goes silent for a minute, Matt decides it’s his turn to voice his opinion further. “Well, I’m positive that bitch was fucking insane.” A soft chuckle is earned me and Chris, Matt joining in soon after as we nod our heads in agreement. “Yeah, obviously! She was probably possessed by that demon she was calling out to since there isn’t much evidence and just our eye witnesses, and maybe someone else who surely had to hear the loud ass noises she was makin’. “ Chris says, seeming to still be shaken up by the situation with Me and Matt both included, we started to create a plan on how we would start investigating the matter and possibly look deeper into the crime history of this building since who knows what could the landlord be hiding inside of their building. “We need a plan on how we’re gonna sneak into that room without anyone seeing us, are y’all down?” Both of them agree in unison to start mapping out a full-proof investigation, since I haven’t made any enemies with any of the other tenants and since I was new to the apartments, I would go on a hunt around the apartments tomorrow to possibly figure out something else from the people who have been living here longer than me, obviously, and besides I was happy to meet new people and find our other information that could maybe come in handy in the future of this investigation.

“Since we’re going to have Viv now occupy some of the neighbors, me and Matt could sneak into the crazy lady’s apartment next to yours, I’ve got walkie talkies back in my room so we can use that for communication but we kinda would have to stay in the same range so the signal doesn’t cut off.” Chris adds, his eyes roaming the room as if he wanted to find something as a sudden cold breeze waves over our exposed skin, my window certainly wasnt opened and I’ve read into this in the past on my moms work computer back at our old place that this could mean a possible entity or ghost was passing by us, maybe it could be the demon or something worse? I decided not to overthink it as it seemed to be the smallest issue right now and went back to the plan at hand. “I’m fine with that,” I state and we look over to Matt for his response to the plan, “Yeah me too, you guys really got me into this shit so it’s okay with me, was wanting to go into that room ever since I saw you guys outside peakin’ at it since I got woken up by that loud ass noise.” Matt states and rubs his sleepy eyes, everyone’s faces were shadowed with tiredness from all of these events coming to sit as a weight on our back and be our responsibility now to keep the other tenants save from whatever is happening here, we just know one thing that we cannot tell not let anyone in on this who we don’t trust, visible theories rise in my mind as I start analyzing Matt’s words carefully. “Since you heard that noise, there could be a possibility that we might have not been the only ones who woke up to the noise,” I speak the most vivid thought that was swirling around in my mind alongside other theories, some seeming also ridiculous as well as reasonable at the same time but I couldn’t determine which ones were and which ones weren’t with the constant feeling of pressure on my back. “That just makes this whole thing go deeper and deeper, and currently I’m not awake enough to be brainstorming this any longer now, can we talk more about this in the morning?” We seem to come to one agreement after Chris’s statement, tomorrow we’ll wake up early in the morning and discuss this forth we as all of us look like we’re going to pass out any time soon, laying our heads down on our pillows and throwing on whatever each one of us had for warmth over our bodies and slowly started to doze off, though it seemed like me and Matt had different plans.

After it was obvious that Chris went to sleep, his soft snores proving our point, I hear someone call out my name in a quiet whisper. “Pssst, Viv, you still awake?” My eyes involuntarily open as I realize it thankfully wasnt any demon but rather Matt speaking from a small distance while still lying down in his sleeping area, “Yeah, cant really sleep, I’m assuming you too?” “Yup, it seems like so, but wanna talk more about this plan? I still have so many questions in my mind it feels like it’s going to burst with how many there are.” I chuckle softly at his words, agreeing and that I also had roaming questions left inside of my mind and with that all said, we went on to talk and elaborate further on the plan for almost an hour, shared some laughs and got to know each other a little better and found out that we share a lot of the same interests like me and Chris do, he also let me in on a little secret he had which was a secret crush on a girl in his class as he was thinking about asking her out on a date but she was the complete opposite of him and they didn’t share much in common but that is what pulled Matt in the most, as from what he said and what I could decipher from the infatuated words he shared about her, it warmed my heart how fast he trusted me with this information and told me about all of the emotions he was feeling towards her. Soon we got tired enough that we soon fell asleep into deep slumber, going into the same sleeping state as Chris currently was in, sleeping completely silently and peacefully.

The Present - year 2007

I squeeze and clutch the purple crystal close to my chest, my eyes involuntarily shutting closed as I transfer from the black void into the real world after I’ve heard someone call out my name, appearing inside of an old tree house where all of my old belongings are along with myself, when I open my eyes after I feel like I can, to my surprise I see Chris’s older brother Justin who looks shocked and terrified. When I feel I have a chance to finally talk to someone who knows where the triplets could possibly be located right now, “Justin?— Please listen to me right now, you’re my last chance to actually make things right! The shit we got into is much deeper than we ever thought!” I exclaim desperately, hoping he will listen to what I have to say, he only looks at me and starts to raise his voice until it turns into a scream, seeming like his brain just couldn’t comprehend what was happening and was resorting to react with fear and irrational thoughts. “Wha- who the fuck are you? G-get away from me!” He shouts as he backs away, inching closer to the opened trap door which is the exit leading down to an almost guaranteed death, my hands raise in a desperate gesture to attempt at trying to calm him down, my tone of voice, twisting with each panicked word coming out of my mouth.

“Justin, calm down man. You’re going to give yourself a heart attack if you keep freaking out, look, you need to get the guys here, this is my only chance before I end up in the void room and they need my help!” I quickly spit out a small explanation, just praying he does not fall down that trap door, “I don’t even know you, ..ghost-lady thing! I’m probably on some heavy shit right now and don’t realize it, and what makes you think I will help you with whatever witch bullshit—“ before he could step any closer to the opened hatch I close it just in time and roll my eyes at his frustrating comments, we’ve never actually had a chance to meet each other in person but I’ve seen him around the apartments whenever he would stop by the weekends to visit his family for ‘financial support’ as Chris told me in the past, I miss them. “Just stop being so frustrating to work with and cooperate with me for gods sake, this could get you and all of the other tenants inside of the apartments murdered if you don’t.” I reveal a small detail to possibly get him to get scared and listen, I’ve already achieved him shitting his pants but I can’t follow him around and write him small letters that he would just throw out and ignore, my soul is tied to the place I’ve died at and everyone’s soul is that way, thats an explanation to why the apartments can be so long as some of the ghosts havent passed on from the rooms they were murdered at.

“Why would I believe whatever a ghost in my mind is saying?” He says defensively, still believing that he could just possibly might be high on whatever drugs right now which just makes me more frustrated but I remain calm as that is the key to make him listen to me, it’s seriously my only wish for the possible last moments before the crystals magic fades and I wouldn’t be able to transport into the real world and could be stuck in the void room for all of eternity. “Oh my fucking god, you’re not on any goddamn drugs! For gods sake, listen! You need to get the guys here before the crystals magic fades or I won’t be able to help them if I’m gone in the void room and we need to work together in order to stop this! I’m not going to fucking repeat myself again.” I urgently demand, fed up with all of his bullshit and he seems to be silenced from my words and shutting his mouth from any bitchy remark he wanted to make, finally he shut his mouth willingly. “Okay okay, calm the fuck down, ghost-lady. I’ll see what I can do.” He states in an almost annoyed tone, as if he has a reason to be annoyed right now. No wonder he and Chris never got along with each other even after all of these years, I huff and wait for him to do something but he just stands there awkwardly and kicking air with his foot, “I would prefer if you did something right now, there’s not much time left!” I exclaim in a calmer way this time with slight hopes he will actually do something than just getting my hopes up, he rolls his eyes and sighs before turning around and opening the hatch to exit the tree house, I quickly notice a small smirk playing on his lips as he climbs down and then yells while laughing like some kind of villain. “Get fucked, you bitch! I ain’t gonna do shit!” My blood boils as the words hit my ears, feeling the crystals magic slowly fading away alongside myself. I curse softly underneath my breath as my form slowly becomes more unrecognizable until I end up in the last place I would want to be in, the void room.

— 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐃 📝 : hii everyone and this is the next chapter of this new series! This is coming out a bit later than it was supposed to because I’ve gotten pretty sick lately and I’m feeling like complete shit rn but I’ll be fine so dw guys, I’m so happy to be writing this series as it really brings me joy to see you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

Ofc creds and thanks to the lovely @/colorthecosmos444 for letting me use emo!matt in this series, it’s such an honor 💗

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hergrandplan · 16 days ago

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(after that 'tidal waves' chapter i fear asking for this but)

'Break Me' -> Wilmon

Leave a "Break me" in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.

My dearest Jay. I am... so sorry it took me almost half a year to get to this. It kind of got lost in my inbox and then I had other things taken up my attention but hey it happens! (to me. often.)

Also because originally this was going to be longer, but as I was rereading this just now, I realized that anything I wrote after this kinda took away from the first half of the story, made it less impactful. So, after 6 months, here it is!

“Simon!” Wille shouts, pounding at the door with his fists again. His knuckles feel raw, beaten, but he keeps going, unable to stop.

His banging echoes through the gallery, loud and frantic. It’s probably, no, definitely, too loud for this time of night. He wouldn’t be surprised if a neighbor came up to him telling him to stop, or even call the police on him. But he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care if he wakes up the neighbors or the whole building or the whole fucking world. He just needs Simon to answer him.

“Simon!” he yells again, before leaning his head against the front door and stuttering out a broken ‘please’.

Wille knows he’s in there. Sure, the lights are off, and sure, no sound has come from inside the apartment, but it’s 3 am and even if he has woken Simon up, he’s probably ignoring him.

Which, all things considered, is only fair.

Wille turns around and slides down the door, his head coming to a rest against the cool wood.

It’s quiet, the peace of the night returning now that he’s no longer screaming at the top of his lungs. He’ll have to apologize to the neighbors – or the world – tomorrow. Now though, now he just wants Simon.

A warm tear tracks down the side of his face. Wille knows Simon has all the rights in the world to ignore him, but a part of him had really hoped that maybe this once, he would answer him. But why would he? Wille had lost all rights to Simon when they broke up a month ago, when they realized that this, them, simply wasn’t working anymore the way it should. The way it did.

It’s strange to think how a month ago, if he had been feeling like this, he would have just used the key Simon had given him, walked inside and crawled into bed with Simon without thinking twice. He would have wrapped his arms around Simon, squeezing him tight, and if Simon had woken up, Simon would have just turned over and smiled, maybe given him a soft kiss, a welcome home – even if both of them knew this wasn’t his home –, before drifting back to sleep.

It would’ve been so easy.

Everything used to be easier.

Wille closes his eyes and leans back against the door.

He needs Simon. He needs Simon to answer him and open up the door and just, for one night, to look at him again. Needs to hear him, see him, smell and feel him, even if it’s just one more time. Mostly, Wille needs him to hold him so he can finally fall asleep.

Wille is exhausted. His whole body feels heavy, and all he wants to do is sleep, but he can’t. Not even here, against the wood of his ex-boyfriend’s door, when his eyes are doing everything in their power to stay open, he can’t.

He lets out another truly desperate please, for no one to hear except the stars. And they don’t seem to care.

Maybe being against the door is enough. Simon has touched this door, this wood. It’s his door. Wille grimaces at how he sounds. His door. As if it could contain any piece of Simon. As if anything at all could contain the bright sun that had lit up his life for two years.

Two whole fucking years.

Wille closes his eyes, right as footsteps sound through the gallery. He doesn’t pay it much attention – it’s probably one of Simon’s neighbors coming in from a night out. Or finally that one neighbour asking him to shut up.

They’ll pass by, probably write him off as some drunken sleeper. They come closer and closer, and then,

“Wille?” Oh. That’s not some drunk neighbour. Though he hasn’t heard that voice in a month, he would recognize it anywhere. He could pick it out anywhere. Even in a crowd of thousands, he’d always find him.

Wille opens his eyes and only to find himself looking right at Simon, hovering over him, arms crossed and staring at the pathetic figure Wille must be making.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

He sounds cold, angry but Wille hears the nervous edge in his voice. Simon tries his best to hide it but Wille knows Simon. He knows what concern looks like on his face, how his brows knit together, how his jaw trembles, how his eyes ever so slightly widen. Fuck, Wille can even see his hand twitching, wanting to reach out, and Wille both wishes that he fucking would or that he wouldn’t. And he doesn’t know if he’s happy when it remains by Simon’s side, or devastated.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing that leaves Wille’s mouth, once he has finally managed to talk past the lump in this throat. It’s a thousand apologies, all at once.

I’m sorry for showing up at your doorstep like this.

I’m sorry for not leaving you alone like you asked me to.

And, of course, I’m sorry for ever hurting you.

“What are you doing here?” Simon simply repeats, mouth now drawn in a scowl, his arms crossed, every part of him telling Wille to leave.

Fuck, Wille almost does. He’s never had Simon look at him like that, all his anger directed towards him, and it hurts. Simon used to look at him with love and adoration, as if Wille was someone worth looking at.

“I can’t sleep,” Wille admits, his voice trembling. He hates having to admit this, hates that he can’t just be normal and move on. “Please, Simon, I know it’s a lot to ask but I can’t sleep without you.”

He used to fall asleep so easily when he was with Simon. He’d gotten used to the way their bodies fit together, always touching somehow. He fell asleep so easily and quickly with Simon beside him. Now, he’s lucky if he gets a few hours.

“Can I stay here? Tonight?”

Wille braces himself, expecting Simon to send him away – he wouldn't blame him. It's a lot to ask, and Wille wishes he didn't have to ask. But he needs this – he needs sleep, and even more importantly, he needs Simon.

But then, Simon’s shoulders slump. “Sure,” he sighs, closing his eyes as if he can’t quite believe he just said yes. Wille definitely can’t believe it, but the sigh that leaves his mouth is one of utter relief. “Yes. You can stay.”

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#if anyone's interested in a sequel though...#just lemme know bc i do know how it continues it just felt wrong to post that in the same post. for whatever reason #and tbh the ao3 version might be a tad longer bc i do still want to write that but it didn't feel Good rn #also if you spot the musical reference i will love you forever #young royals #yr ficlet #yr fanfiction #yr fanfic #young royals fanfic #young royals fanfiction #wilmon #wilmon fanfic #wilmon fanfiction #simon eriksson #prince wilhelm

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fragilecapric0rnn · 19 days ago

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CaitVi Fic Rec Roundup (Nov/Dec)

Just a few fics I've read since the brainworms have taken over! Before I start posting my own like crazy silly, thought I'd spread the love and shout out a few of my favorites! Always looking for recs as well, so if you have any please send them my way! If I read enough of them (I suspect I will) then I will do a monthly roundup!

through the valley by hyxzw (@butchhorse) [15k, one-shot, complete]

TLOU CROSSOVER FIC OF MY DREEEEEAMS. My wonderfully big-brained friend wrote this beautiful fic and I am not saying this out of bias (ok maybe a little) but it is seriously one of the best fics that I have ever read of anything EVER. A creative combination of the two universes, spot-on characterization, and captivating prose.

desktop/folder/Firelights tour footage by gillywulf [8.3k, one-shot, complete]

It's a band au! A band AU told in a vignettes from the perspective of documentarian Cait WOWZA this one straight-up altered my brain chemistry. Great characterization, hits ya in the heart and the gut in the best way!

Earned Run Average by gillywulf [1.7k, one-shot, complete]

Same writer as the band AU above. Short, sweet, and packs a punch! Created a captivating world in so few words, I want to print it out, fold it up and eat it!

Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks by moonflowery (@elizabeth-mitchells) [2.6k, one-shot, complete]

Sweet, cute, hot, in-character PWP fic HELL YEAH! I read this right after I finished the show and it was the perfect fic in that moment! In-character smut MY ULTIMATE BELOVED!!!!

count the ways by sophnyx [42k, 8/8, complete]

Modern AU, enemies to lovers where they are neighbors in the same complex WOOOOOOOOO BABY this fic is so good it got me screaming into my hands while hiding in the bathroom at work!!! Loved the characterization, i love a fic where I can hear the interaction happening in my head bc it sounds like something the character would actually say. It is one of those fics I'm going to go back to read from time to time, like comfort food! The elevator scene THE ELEVATOR SCENE. ok im cool im normal. Please read this fic.

Papercuts (Work) by Anonymous [11k, 3/?, on-going]

The Ultimatum AU. Now. Listen. This is where I reveal too much about myself, and tell you all that I love shitty reality TV. Now that that's out there, it must be said that it feels like this fic has been written for me specifically! I have watched every season of the Ultimatum since it started, its messy reality dating show, and to put these characters in that situation AND keep them in-character??? INSANE FUCKING BONKERS IM GOING COO-COO-BANANAS!!!!! I am also just a connoisseur of niche AUs love writing them love reading them and this one??? FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!!!!

#caitvi #caitvi fic #caitvi fic rec #arcane #arcane fic #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #vi x caitlyn #please send me some fics!#i would like to do more of this!!!#fic rec

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months ago

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WIBTA for calling building management on our new loud neighbors?

CW: Child Abuse (content about this in parentheses)

We have new neighbors in the apartment next door and my roommate and I share a wall with them. We have never met these neighbors beyond knowing they only moved in fairly recently. Like most of our neighbors in this apartment building, I will be polite if I encounter anyone in the shared staircase but I don't feel the need to introduce myself. Our walls are not thin at all as we never used to hear neighbors next door this much even when having house parties.

These new neighbors keep getting into extremely loud fights that we can hear through our wall.

My roommate and I can hear clearly that there are two people absolutely screaming and shouting at each other. Sometimes these fights devolve into someone seemingly just non-verbally yelling out (in pain?). Almost always end with one of them going "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" ad nauseam until the noise dies down to an inaudible level. They're having a fight like that right now as I write this AITA out.

I would love to mind my own business, but it's hard when I can hear two people screaming bloody murder at each other right next to me. Unfortunately, I have trauma about situations like this, particularly about loud arguments happening in the same building as me (thanks mom and dad), but also trauma about confronting potentially violent neighbors.

(To make a long story short, when I was still living in the suburbs a few years ago I confronted a loud neighbor who was always shouting and screaming that could be heard houses away. I learned the hard way that the loud neighbor was an abusive father. I did manage to help the teenage victim out of that house for some time, yet my life was repeatedly threatened by that abuser and the rest of his family while the local police did nothing as they agreed with his "discipline". I have since moved out of those shitty suburbs and into the city. Last I heard that victim - who was my age at the time of the confrontation - has moved out and joined the military.)

With that context in mind, I'd really really rather not knock on my neighbor's door asking, "Hey, new neighbors, can you quiet down your shouting and screaming at each other so I can't hear it through our wall every hour of the day? Also, are y'all good in here?"

(I'd rather not have a weapon pointed at me again.)

I am absolutely not calling the police as they will not do anything and I don't want to ruin anyone's life over a possible misunderstanding. I am hoping that all this yelling truly isn't anything - maybe they're just gaming and having heated gamer moments. But at the same time, all this yelling real triggering for me, and so I'm considering calling our apartment building management to check in on them. I am aware building management may not do anything either, but at least it would be something? Maybe I should leave note on my neighbors' door or something?

WIBTA for calling building management to check in on our constantly fighting neighbors? Or should I just suck it up, stay in my lane, mind my own goddamn business, and learn how to cope being triggered every other hour by screaming through my nearest wall?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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04mxfutbol · 2 years ago

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Reality (Pt. 3) (Christen Press x Reader)

A/N: Do I love this? Yes. Did I maybe cry? Also yes. Am I hoping you’ll like this? Definitely yes. Is Alex just a soft little bean in this fic? Maybe.

This is Alternate version 1.

P.S. the playlist for this specific fic was brutal. Sad song after sad song. Had to channel my past for this lmaoo. Had Khalid’s first album on repeat. Specifically 8teen. Because OOF the emotions and memories to that one. Then it was happy songs so it was all over lmao. It was BRUTAL.

Enjoy! (:

“She blocked me again.” You tell Alex as you get into the car. “I’m not so bothered by it anymore but it does sting a little.”

“At least it stings less this time.” Alex says as she closes the car door. “Y/N you really need to stop looking at her page.”

“I just miss her so much.”

“I know Y/N.. I know and I’m sorry. Just take a nap okay? It’ll be a while until we get to your parents house.”

“Thanks again for driving.”

“Not a problem.” Alex says with a smile.

You closed your eyes as Alex began to drive. Remembering one specific Fourth of July.

“Okay let’s go on another ride.” You tell Alex as you pull her hand.

“Can’t we take a break? I’m tired.”

“No. No breaks, you said you’d go on another ride with me and you can’t back out.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Alex says with a sigh. Following right behind you.

You looked back to see if Alex was following you and she was, but as you turned around you bumped into someone. You turned back around and saw the one person you didn’t think you’d see.

“Christen?”

“Y/N?”

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Christen says with a smile. “Alex.”

“Christen.” Alex says with a nod.

“I-um. How have you been?” Christen asks you.

“Good. How have you been? It’s been a while.”

“Good as well. Yeah it’s been a while.”

Two years. It’s been two years since Christen decided she didn’t want to be friends. Ever since she saw you at a game with Alex. The night that changed everything.

“I’m here with my neighbor and my boyfriend. I want you to meet him, he’s really nice.” Christen says.

“Uh yeah I’d love to.”

“Come on.” Christen says grabbing your arm.

She walked through the crowd, your hand in hers and you felt like it was all back to normal. It definitely wasn’t, but for a few seconds it felt like it was.

“Y/N. This is my boyfriend Justin. Justin this is Y/N a friend of mine.” Christen says.

Friend?

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” You say as you extend your hand out and shake hands with her boyfriend.

“Nice to meet you as well.”

“Hey do you want to go on a ride with me?” Christen asks. “Nobody else wants to go on it with me.”

“Sure yeah. Alex doesn’t want to go on with me because she’s tired.” You say looking behind you.

“Look it’s not my fault I get dizzy.” Alex says.

“Come on then.” Christen says with a smile. “Please?”

“Okay. Yeah let’s go.”

You wanted to stay there, to stay in that moment. Forever. Like it was all before.

After waiting five minutes in line you both got on the ride. You sat next to Christen, like you always did. The ride was finally being lifted up as it got ready. Once it begun it was spinning and going upside down and all over.

“AHH.” Christen screamed. “Are you not scared?”

“Nope. I like the adrenaline!” You shout.

“I’m scared!” Christen shouts. “Oh yeah that’s right. You and your darn need of adrenaline!”

You extended your hand out and Christen quickly held onto your hand. You turned your head and saw her closing her eyes.

“I forget you scare so easily.” You shout.

“Oh my god I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“You’re fine, I got you.”

As the ride began to slow down Christen still held onto your hand.

“I missed you.” Christen shouted as she squeezed your hand, opening her eyes as she turned to face you.

You felt your heart stop and race at the same time. Oh how you longed to hear those words come out of her mouth.

Once the ride stopped you both got off the seats.

“I missed you too.” You tell Christen just before you both walked back to where her boyfriend and where Alex were. Christen smiled at you as she gave your hand one last squeeze.

“Y/N. Y/N wake up we’re here.” You hear Alex say.

“Already?” You mumble as you rub your eyes.

“Yes already. Come on, your parents are waiting for us.”

Both you and Alex grabbed all your luggage from the backseat not wanting to make two trips to the car. Too exhausted to even walk to the door, having had practice that same morning.

“Honey you’re home.” Your mom says as she opens the door for you. “Alex I’m so glad you decided to come.”

“Happy to be be here, thank you for inviting me.” Alex says as she drops the bags on the living room floor. “We’re very tired though.”

“Very.” You say as you hobble towards the couch and lay down. “Very tired.”

“There’s food but I think you’ll want to sleep. Am I right?” Your mother asks you.

“Indeed I do. Alex can you carry me to my room?”

"You can walk." Your mother says making you groan.

"But I'm tired."

"Oh well, get up and walk to your bedroom."

"It's fine really, I do this every once in a while." Alex says.

"Excuse me?"

"Now why would you say that." You say looking up at Alex. "Why? Do you not love me being alive?"

"I- uhh. I never do this, it’s the first time.” Alex says as she picks you up from the couch and walking to your room.

“Are you going to take a nap with me?” You ask as Alex places you down on your bed.

“Maybe. I kind of want to read or just listen to some music.”

“You can do that here.” You say as you scoot over and get under the blankets.

“I could but then you’d end up taking the entire space.”

“Fair.” You say with a shrug. She was right, you often took up all the space, you slept in the most random positions. But it was comfy, or you thought so.

Alex let you take your well needed nap, as if you hadn’t slept on the way to your parents house. She knew you needed more rest. Letting you sleep, she walked back to the living room, grabbing her book and headphones.

You were home for the Fourth of July. A time of year that Alex knew you couldn’t be alone.

It was the one holiday that stringed you deeply. She wasn’t going to leave you alone.

A few blocks down from your home, Christen was also home, visiting her parents home. Along with her boyfriend.

“What’s this?” Justin says as he grabs something from under Christen’s bed. “A box with a binder? What’s in here? It’s full of notes?”

“Give me that.” Christen says, eyes wide as she realizes what box he grabbed. The binder she kept that was filled with all the notes you had given her.

At the beginning of your friendship you were too shy to actually talk to Christen. So you did the best you could and communicated to her with notes. Christen loved each of them, each having a huge significance to her. They held many memories of you both.

“Christen, thank you for being the best friend I could ever have asked for. Turtle.” Justin reads as he skims through all the notes.

“Give me that.” Christen says as she gets up and attempts to grab it from him, but he only pulls away trying to read more.

“There’s one from you, you wrote this one. Y/N this is part four of the notes and I want to start by saying that this part-.” Justin is cut off as Christen snatches the binder from him.

“These are not for you to read.” Christen says with a stern voice.

“What the hell are those notes? Christen. What was that last note?”

“Nothing. They’re nothing.”

Lies.

They were everything. Everything to her. It was what still somewhat connected you both.

“They sure seemed like something.”

“They’re notes. Y/N never actually talked to me when we first started becoming friends, so she wrote me notes. I talked and she wrote notes. We communicated that way.”

“That’s weird.” Justin says with a chuckle.

“No! No it’s not. It’s not weird. She’s shy, she hates talking, she could only show affection and appreciation through notes. It’s not weird it’s-it’s.”

“It’s what? Cute?”

“No, it’s who she is.” Christen says as she looks down at the binder. “She’s shy, she’s always been shy.”

“Seemed to me like she loved you.”

“In a friend way.”

“Definitely not in a friend way.” Justin says as he gets up from the floor. “And you also loved her.”

“Of course I did, as a friend.” Christen says.

Justin shakes his head and scoffs as he makes his way towards the front door.

“You loved her and definitely not in a friend way.”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“I don’t want to be in the middle of whatever you two are. It’s clear you and I aren’t working. I’ve tried to get through it but you and I don’t work. You’re not in this relationship, it’s all one sided. I don’t want that. Especially when you’re in love with an old friend that you haven’t gotten over.”

“What? That’s not true.”

“I’m done. You may not want that but I’m done. Y/N seems to take all the space in your head.” Justin says as he walks out of Christen’s home.

Christen stood in front of the door in shock. Should she run out and try and save her relationship? Definitely. Not?

Instead she did something else, she got into her car and drove to your house.

As Alex was just about to fall asleep she heard a loud knock coming from the front door. Taking her headphones off she looked around and saw no one.

So naturally she walked to the door and opened it. The Y/L/N wouldn’t mind since she was here a lot.

“Christen?” Alex says as she opens the door, realizing who it was.

“Alex? What the hell are you doing here?”

“No, what the hell are YOU doing here?” Alex asks as she walks out and closes the front door.

“I need to talk to Y/N.”

“No. You can’t.”

“This isn’t your house.” Christen says as she tries walking around Alex.

“And it’s not yours either.” Alex says as she gets in Christen’s way. “But I am a regular at the Y/L/N household. And I’m saying you can’t go in the house.”

“Alex I need to talk to her so get out of my way.”

“To tell her what exactly? To maybe apologize and become friends again but also still hate me? Yeah I don’t think so. You’ve put her through enough. You also blocked her again? So no you can’t talk to her. Figure out another way.”

“Alex. Let me in.”

“You want to know something? She never thought she was good enough, but did you have to make it worse?” Alex shouts.

“Let me in I want to talk to her.”

“You treated her like nothing, like she never mattered. But yet she still stuck around, thinking you would change. Thinking you would keep your promise that you would change! She hoped you would change! Change like you promised her!”

“I know what I did! You don’t think I know what I did? You don’t think it’s not in the back of my mind all the fucking time? You don’t know what our friendship was like.” Christen shouts only making Alex more frustrated.

“You ruined her. Shattered her heart into a million pieces. Oh Christen please spare me the I don’t know because I KNOW. Who do you think has been there for her? Certainly not you.”

“Alex. Let me in the house. I need to see her and I need to talk to her.”

“You know the worst of it all? The worst of it all was you taking the wonderful person she was before you.”

“I didn’t mean any of it to happen.”

“Then maybe invent a time machine and think before you do something. But right now I won’t let you talk to her. She’s tired, she needs sleep. We had practice yesterday and this morning then we drove here, she doesn’t need something or someone else draining her energy.”

“Screw your Alex! Why are you even here at her house.”

"I'm here because I was invited by her family. It's the Fourth of July weekend. Should be a holiday for you to remember right? Fourth of July." Alex says as she turns around and walks back towards the house.

Alex goes to open the door but right before she does, she’s shoved by Christen.

"Oh screw you Alex!" Christen shouts.

“No, screw you Christen. For screwing her over and over. She deserves so much more than you.” Alex shouts as she shoves Christen. “Screw you!”

Alex shoves Christen one last time before entering the house. When she enters she sees you, barefoot and sleepy.

"Al? Were you yelling?" You ask as you rub your eyes. "It's late."

"It's eight pm Y/N." Alex says walking towards you.

"Who were you talking to?" You say groggily.

"Just a neighbor." Alex says.

"Oh uhh everything okay? Wait, why are you yelling at one of my neighbors?"

"Loud music from their car, that's all."

"Oh, who?"

"The neighbor from across the street?"

"Oh yeah they usually have loud music but you get used to it, Alex you definitely shouldn't have yelled at them though. They're nice people trust me."

"Noted." Alex says. "Should we go back to your room?"

"Yes. I'm exhausted." You say as you grab another pillow from the couch. "Carry me?"

"No I already did that earlier today. Now come on before we bother your family with the amount of noise we’re making.”

“They’re not asleep Al, they’re just in their room watching tv or reading. Now come on I’m so tired.”

“When aren’t you.”

- - - -

“So I pushed him and he fell in the pool because he was too distracted by three golden retrievers.” Your aunt says, making everyone laugh. Everyone except you.

“Hey you okay?” Alex whispers.

“I feel so empty.” You whisper.

Alex gives you a sympathetic smile as she wraps an arm around you.

“One day you’ll be here again and you’ll feel happy. I promise you that. You’ll find happiness.” Alex whispers and you give her a weak smile.

“Thanks Al.”

“Alex do you have any good stories? I’m sure you have plenty, especially of Y/N. How long have you guys been together?” Your uncle asks and you turn to look at Alex, then back to your uncle.

“We- we’re not dating.” You say then clear your throat. “We’re best friends.”

“Oh my apologies. I thought, or I guess I assumed which was totally my fault.”

“It’s fine really. We’ve dealt with worse.” You say.

“Have we really?” Alex asks and you shrug.

“I don’t know. No?” You say making Alex laugh.

Alex pulls you closer into her, her hand reaching for your hand.

“But I do have good stories.” Alex says.

Alex began telling your family stories of you from being late to your first practice with the Wave to falling from your seat on the plane because you had fallen asleep. It was definitely a bit embarrassing but Alex also gave them embarrassing stories about herself, probably so you wouldn’t kill her.

You laughed through it all, never letting go of Alex’s hand. As she told all those stories you looked at her and something inside you was feeling nervous. Alex turned to look at you at the most embarrassing parts of each story, squeezing your hand and smiling.

Alex looked at you and she smiled, suddenly Alex felt like she was looking at a different you. Smiling and laughing at her telling the stories. She loved to see that side of you. She was feeling something deep inside her that she hadn’t felt in a while. Alex subconsciously shook her head and turned back to finish her stories.

After a long night with your family, you and Alex went back to your room.

Alex went on to shower to get ready for bed. While she did that, you sat on the floor of your bedroom, pulling a box from under your bed. Already haven taken a shower, wanting to be first.

You opened it and there it was, two folded pieces of paper. You grabbed the first one, unfolding it and knowing, it was part one of Christen’s note to you. The fact that it was written in pencil gave it away that it was part one. Part two was written in red pen.

Dear Turtle,

When I first met you, you were so shy. I asked you a semi awkward question but yet you answered anyway. Since then we became best friends. You never really talked to me the first year of our friendship but instead you communicated with me by notes. I liked that. It was adorable…

A whole page. A whole page that she had written for you. That was part 1. You pulled out the second part of the note. Flipping it to the back as you remembered something about it.

Part 3 until Friday. There’s four parts. I love you so so soooooo much.

You remembered it all too well, Friday came but the third part didn’t. Neither did the fourth. It never got to your hands. You had asked Christen when you’d get them but she said another day. That day never came.

“Hey, you okay?” Alex asks. You turn around and see Alex in her tank top, drying her hair with her towel.

“I- uh. Yeah I’m fine just looking at something.” You say turning back around and placing the notes back in the box.

“Are those the notes?” Alex asks.

“Yeah.” You say putting the box back under the bed and standing up. “Ready for bed?”

“Always.” Alex says with a smile. “You?”

“Always.”

You get in the bed and scoot over, making room for Alex. It also helped that your parents bought you a bigger mattress.

“You look good for going to bed.” Alex says and you laugh.

“Your hair looks good.”

“Thank you. I’m trying out a new shampoo.” Alex says and you smile.

“You smell better than this morning that’s for sure.”

“You weren’t complaining earlier.”

“Yeah well you were driving for me, I didn’t want to risk you making me drive.” You say. Alex let out a gasp as she smacked your arm.

“Oh how sneaky.” Alex says with a stare making you giggle.

“Goodnight stinky.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Wait, can you put your playlist? It helps me fall asleep.”

“I can do that. I see you’ve become a fan of my playlist.” Alex says with a grin.

“Well seeing as you’ve subconsciously made me a fan of your favorite artist over the years, how can I not?”

“Hey now, be real, you loved it the moment I showed you my favorite song.”

“Goodnight stinky.” You say as you face away from Alex. Closing your eyes and relaxing as soon as you hear Alex play her playlist.

You remembered the day she showed you her favorite artist.

“Are you a fan of Taylor Swift?” Alex asks as you both run to the car. Rain pouring down as you got out of practice.

“Haven’t listened to her music so can’t say I’m not.” You say as you open the door to the car.

“This new album, Speak Now is phenomal. Let me play you my favorite song right now and it’ll make you a fan trust me.”

“I trust you.”

You both get into the car and Alex quickly puts skips the tracks on the cd to the one she wanted.

“This song is called Sparks Fly. Definitely one of my favorites so far.” Alex says as the song begins.

You may have enjoyed it a little bit but you wouldn’t dare say that to Alex. That was her favorite song. Personally you thought Fearless was good too, you wouldn’t tell Alex that either. Both were great.

The following morning you were woken up by your phone buzzing. The time alone made you groan, five am. You reached for your phone and saw the name you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Tyler?” You say groggily. “Is everything okay?”

“Hey, it’s Christen.”

The voice alone made you wake up.

“Before you hang up, do you think you could come outside? I know it’s early but I’d like to talk to you, before our next camp and preferably.”

You turned around and saw Alex still sleeping.

“Give me five minutes.”

You were quick to change and walked outside, Christen was right in front of you. Standing in front of your home.

“Hey.”

“It’s pretty early.” You say with a yawn.

“I know and I apologize but I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” Christen says, hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt.

“Well here I am.”

You both began walking down the block, the sound of birds chirping filling the silence between you both.

“Justin and I broke up.” Christen says and you turn to face her.

“Oh? I’m sorry.”

“We weren’t made for each other. It was bound to happen really.” Christen says and you hum.

“Is that what you were going to tell me?” You ask facing Christen.

“I wanted to apologize to you. I’m sorry I didn’t apologize sooner. You deserved an apology a long time ago, so I know this apology is overdue. But I’m truly truly sorry, you didn’t deserve what I put you through.”

“I accept your apology.”

“Really?”

“What shocks you? That I accept your apology? Christen I’ve never stopped caring about you, your apology to me gives me some type of peace. I wouldn’t say closure but peace because losing you was the toughest thing for me and an apology from you is what I think I needed. So thank you for apologizing.”

“Long overdue.” Christen says and you look down at the pavement. “I don’t expect us to be friends again but I’ll always care about you. But I’d like to maybe try and be friends again?”

“Give me some time?” You ask Christen.

“Of course.”

You nod as you both turned back into your street.

“Thank you for coming out and listening to me.”

“I think we both needed it.” You say and Christen nods.

“Well here we are.” Christen says as you both stop right in front of your home. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” You say as you turn to look at her.

Oh the awkwardness, you remembered it all too well. It was if it were middle school all over again. You never knew what to do.

“Have a good day.” You say as you rock back and forth on your heels.

“Have a good day turtle.” Christen says with a smile.

You smiled softly at her as you turned around and walked into your house.

You let out a loud sigh as you closed the door. Resting your back against the door as you closed your eyes.

“Good morning?”

You were startled, immediately opening your eyes and seeing Alex across from you.

“Geez you scared me.”

“Are you okay?” Alex asks as she walks towards you. “I woke up and you weren’t in bed.”

“I went out for a walk.”

“Are you okay?” Alex asks again.

“I went on a walk with Christen.” You say walking away from Alex.

“And are you okay?” Alex asks as she catches up to you.

“She apologized.”

“Really?” Alex asks, her tone sounding confused.

“Really.”

“Y/N.”

“I know what you’re going to say Al but she called me and wanted to talk to me and I just kind of wanted to see her.” You say turning to face Alex. “It gave me some peace. Maybe I can finally move on Al.”

Alex tilted her head slightly, she took one step towards you and hugged you.

“I’m happy for you Y/N.” Alex whispers as she hugged you tight.

Wrapping your arms around Alex you felt safe in her arms. The warmth she gave you and the feeling of being safe was nice and it was something you hadn’t felt in so long.

As she hugged you, Alex felt happy for you. She was happy you had finally gotten an apology. Resting her chin on top of your head, she rubbed your back and didn’t let you go.

“Peace.” You mumble against Alex.

You weren’t even sure if you were talking about Christen apologizing or being in Alex’s arms. What you were sure of was having some sort of peace.

For the Fourth of July, you and Alex spent it watching movies and fireworks. Munching on snacks you both loved.

“You and me.” Alex says as you watched the fireworks.

“You and me.” You say back as you leaned back into Alex, she was quick to wrap her arms around you the second you leaned back into her.

Your family all gathered around watching the fireworks. Telling more stories and making s’mores.

Peace?

“Smile.” Your uncle says as he grabs his camera and takes a picture of you and Alex.

- - - -

A month later you both headed to national team camp.

You hadn’t talked to Christen since the morning she apologized. You and Alex were also a little closer than usual, something was definitely changing but neither of you knew what.

“You look different.” Megan says as you and Alex walk into the hotel.

“Different good or different bad?” You ask Megan.

“I can’t tell, but different.” Megan says as she raises an eyebrow. Trying to examine your face you looked at her weirdly.

“You’re being weird. If you couldn’t tell I’m happy, or at least in peace.”

“Ah yeah that would do it, that’s different.” Megan says nodding her head and walking away.

You looked at Alex, who was already looking at you.

“You look good.” You tell Alex as you both walk to the elevators.

“Me? In sweats? Please. You look good yourself.” Alex says and you smile.

“In sweats? Please.” You say back making Alex laugh.

“You guys left us!” Naomi shouts.

“Oh yeah we definitely did and weren’t supposed to.” You whisper to Alex. “Sorry! Come on you two.”

“When we go back to San Diego can you make more of that pasta you made?” Naomi asks.

“Of course.” Alex says.

“Umm..”

“We were taking to Y/N.” Taylor says making you laugh.

“It wasn’t bad.” Alex says.

“It wasn’t good either Al.” You say earning a scoff from Alex. “What? Come on I told you not to give it to them.”

“So is that a yes?” Naomi asks.

“I’ll make more don’t worry.”

“You know, you three are absolutely rude.” Alex says walking into the elevator. “My food is delicious.”

“You gotta love us though.” You say as you grab Naomi and Taylor. All three of you smiling.

“I suppose.”

The following day having a day off to get rest and get rid of the absolute terrible case of jet lag. You spent it with Alex as usual.

“Oh sunny day, sunny day.” Alex says as you both walk out the hotel.

“It’s cloudy.”

“Not when you’re around.” Alex says making you smile.

“You’re so corny.”

“Oh but you love me.”

“I suppose.” You say rolling your eyes sarcastically.

You headed to nearby stores, shopping and looking at what you wish you could buy but definitely couldn’t.

As the day went by the sky was slowly being filled with grey clouds. It was smart of you to bring a jacket with you. Walking to the last store before going back to the hotel, you bumped into some of the other girls.

“Wow you guys finally appear.” Megan says.

“We grabbed pretzels, they were pretty good.” You say with a nod.

“We bought Gucci.” Megan says, Rose looks at Megan weirdly as she speaks up.

“No we didn’t.” Rose says. “We bought stuff for Wilma and also found a cool shirt at a local store.”

“You better show me what you bought when we get back to the hotel.”

“Only if you show me what Alex bought you.” Rose says.

“Alex didn’t buy me anything.” You say. Rose looks at you then looks at Alex.

“I bought her stuff yes.” Alex says nodding.

“I knew it.” Rose says. “Ugh next time I’m going with you guys, Megan didn’t buy me anything.”

“I bought you candy.”

“Yeah for twenty five cents on those candy machines.” Rose says making you laugh.

“We’re heading back now, we’ll see you guys later.” You say, leaving Rose and Megan to argue with each other.

“Twenty five cents. She’s so cheap.” Alex says.

“You bought me lemonade for thirteen cents once Al.”

“It was from a lemonade stand.”

“Alex it was your niece’s lemonade stand”

“She didn’t accept card.” Alex says and you shove her.

Ten minutes into your walk back to the hotel it began to rain. Alex grabbed your hand as she pulled you aside, standing below a small space where you couldn’t get soaked in the rain.

“I love the rain.” You smiled as you watched it rain.

“So do I.” Alex says as she pulled you close to her.

Standing below what kept you both dry, Alex ran her fingers through your hair. Your head against her chest and you could hear her heartbeat.

You both always loved the rain.

Alex looked at you as you looked at the street where it was pouring. And maybe it was the way your hair had gotten a bit soaked or the way your eyes lit up as it began to rain. But she hoped you couldn’t see what she was seeing.

You looked at Alex and smiled, Alex smiled back and it was as if someone had flipped a switch, but the way you felt in Alex’s arms made you feel something you hadn’t felt in so long.

The way you felt in Alex’s embrace, made Alex heart melt, it made her feel things she never thought of when she saw you.

As Alex looked at you all your worries left, you knew it right then and there, a new and old feeling you hadn’t felt for someone in so long seemed to appear again.

While Alex looked at you, her heart began to beat in a different way, her eyes began to shine in a way she’d never thought would happen.

It was like you both knew, looking at each other for a few more long seconds you both smiled at one another.

Alex grabbed your stuff and placed it on the dry ground. You looked at her confused.

“What are you doing?” You ask and before she answers she pulls you into the rain.

“Doing something I think we should’ve done a while ago.” Alex says as she cups your face with her hands.

Alex smiles, and you’re still a bit confused but you kind of knew maybe what she was going at.

“And what’s that exactly?” You ask.

“This.”

Alex rubs her thumb on your cheek before she leans in to kiss you. Connecting her lips against yours, you reciprocated, closing your eyes as you placed your hands on her hips.

Happiness. Peace. Happy. Peace.

It almost felt like a movie, a fairytale even.

Kissing in the rain on the sidewalk.

You both pulled away, eyes still closed as your foreheads rested against one another. Alex smiled as she leaned in for another kiss. Neither of you wanting to open your eyes just yet. But when you both finally did, there it was. Sparks.

You hummed as Alex bumped her nose against yours.

“That was also long overdue.” Alex says.

“I agree.” You say.

It was as if someone had attached a string to both your hearts. The string being pulled and having your hearts connect.

Across the street from where you were Rose, Megan and Emily were passing by, noticing what had happened, watching it all unfold. Cheering and clapping.

Both you and Alex turned to look who was cheering, as soon as you had seen who it was you were quick to try and hide.

“Thank god.” Megan says as she walks up to you and Alex.

“Finally. I’m actually so happy for you guys, like otp for sure.” Rose says with a smile.

“Is this why you were so happy? How long has this been going on for?” Meg asks.

“I was happy for other reasons.” You say.

“Be real.”

“We’ve been figuring it out.” Alex says. “I think we just did.”

“We did.” You say with a smile.

“That’s honestly like kind of cute? But you didn’t hear me say that.” Emily says.

What none of you knew was that Christen watched it all unfold as well.

You all walked back to the hotel together, talking about really anything but what had just happened. Your hand intertwined with Alex’s. It all felt so nice.

As you walked into the hotel, your clothes sort of dry from the walk. You headed towards the elevator and up to the fifth floor. As you all walked out the elevator you headed to yours and Becky’s room.

“This was your plan all along.” Christen says as she looks at Alex as she passed through.

“Excuse me?” Alex asks as she turns around.

“Wait what?” You ask, you stumble back startled at the accusation Christen was saying. But also absolutely confused on what she meant.

“I didn’t like you from the moment I knew you were friends with Y/N.”

“And why’s that?” Alex says as she steps closer to Christen. “Enlighten us and tell us why that is.”

"Alex don't." You whisper as you put your hand on Alex's chest, trying to push her back.

“Does that really matter?”

“No but enlighten us. Do you think this..” Alex says motioning to you and her. “Happened because I planned it? No. I didn’t plan it. It just happened!”

“You’ve been after her since the moment you met her. I saw it in your eyes.”

“My eyes? Wow. Christen go look in the fucking mirror and look at yourself. You were in love with her, but you’re so stupid you never admitted it to her and definitely not yourself."

"Alex please, come on this isn't worth it." You say as you look at Alex. "Please."

"That's not true!" Christen shouts.

"I haven't said anything all this time but I know way more about you than you think I do. Word spreads Christen." Alex says. "I didn't plan this, we didn't plan this. You think Y/N planned to fall in love with me? No, it just happened over time."

"It was your plan all along and I know it." Christen shouts as she gets even closer.

"Yeah? Prove it then? You just keep using her, you always have, she's your safety. It's the only stability you've had in your life, but it's time for her to move on from your toxic self.”

Although Christen had apologized, you didn’t recognize who was in front of you. That wasn’t the Christen you knew. But you also didn’t know who she was anymore after spending so many years apart.

So many things flashed through your head, conversations and memories. But specifically one conversation, a conversation she didn’t know about.

"You didn't hear this from me but despite what Christen has told you, I wanted you to know because you deserve something. She didn't want you to know this, but she likes a girl, if that's anything to you."

“You liked a girl.” You say softly.

“What?” Christen asks, snapping her head to look at you.

“In middle school, you liked a girl, a friend of ours.” You say, trying to keep your composure.

“What? Where did you hear that? Who told you that?”

“A friend of ours told me, they told me that you didn’t want me to know but you liked a girl. That I deserved some truth, you liked a girl and you didn’t want me to know.”

“Y/N-.”

“I was always telling you my truth, always. But I swore I’d never say anything to you about it.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want you to know.” Christen says.

“But you didn’t want me to know, our friend told me because she said I deserved to know some truth. I needed some closure, because you weren't giving me that. They found me and told me, a secret that I swore I'd never tell anyone and I never did."

"I just didn't want to hurt you."

"Because I liked you? I knew that, even then why couldn't you trust me that I'd be happy for you for being with someone you love." You say as you stand in front of Alex.

"Coward." Alex says.

“Alex.” You say as you turn to give her a glare. “Christen. You never trusted me. Ever. I don’t know why and maybe I’ll never know. What I do know is that as much as I want closure from you, from us and our friendship. I don’t think I want it anymore. Your apology gave me the closest thing I’ll get from closure from you. I want to move on and I have and I will.”

“With Alex?” Christen says with a scoff.

“You never even liked Alex, she has never done anything to you. But you despise her and I don’t even understand why. Alex has nothing to do with you and I not being friends anymore.”

“She has everything to do with it! She took you away from me.” Christen shouts.

“That’s not true.” You shout. “I always wondered why you were so angry when you saw me with Alex but now I don’t even want to know because that won’t change anything. You never trusted me. At least she’s trusted me this entire time.”

“I trusted you.”

“No Christen you didn’t. You never did and I tried so hard to think you did but you never did.”

“Y/N.”

“I hated that you weren’t at my college graduation. I also hated that I wasn’t at yours. Just seeing pictures of you with your cap and gown from your family’s posts. It gutted me. Because all I ever wanted was to support you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, but I’m tired Chris. I’m tired.”

You sighed as you looked at Christen. Alex squeezed your arm softly, turning around you saw her nodding and then looking at Christen.

“Do you remember the notes you gave me in eigth grade?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember I’d give you notes as well.”

“How could I forget. It was the only way you’d talk to me the first year of our friendship. You were so shy. It was how you communicated with me. I kept them all in a binder. It’s still under my bed.” Christen says.

“You gave me two. Your second one said there were four. I never got them and I still wonder what they said. But I’m coming to terms with the fact that I’ll never know and maybe you never wanted me to know. But I loved you for so long, I can’t live like this anymore. I care about you, I always will but I’m done. I’m happy now, I have peace. Alex had nothing to do with us not being friends anymore.”

You grabbed Alex’s hand and walked to your room, leaving a shocked Christen in the middle of the hallway.

“Are you okay?” You ask Alex as soon as you close the door to your room.

“I’m fine, are you okay?”

“I’m- I’m good.” You say as you breathe out. “I’m sorry she reacted that way.”

“That’s not your fault and you shouldn’t be apologizing for her. She’s responsible for her own actions. It’s not your fault Y/N.” Alex says as she places her hand on your cheek. You leaned into her touch and smiled.

“Thank you.” You turned your head just enough to kiss the inside of her hand. Alex smiled back at you, looking at you with such adoration.

You felt happy, felt at peace. Felt loved.

- - - -

“Close your eyes.” Alex says as she gets out of the car, running to the other side as she opens the door for you.

“You’re not going to kill me right? I didn’t mean it when I said to throw away your terrible terrible food. It was delicious.” You say and you hear Alex laugh.

“Can you just trust me?”

“I trust you I just don’t know what’s going to happen.” You say as you get out of the car.

“Open your eyes.” Alex says and you open your eyes.

Eyes widening as you see all around you, hundreds of floating lanterns being lit up by many people.

“I know the Fourth of July was something that meant a lot to you and that it probably won’t ever mean the same, so I wanted to bring you here. Have a little something of our own. Our Fourth of July but like two months later. Our own day to remember.”

“I love it.”

“Really?” Alex asks and you smile.

“Yes really. It’s lovely.”

“Well.” Alex says as she grabs the floating lantern. Turning it around to so you could see what she had written on it. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You grinned as you leaped into her.

“Yes.” You say as you wrap your arms around her.

“Oh thank god I was starting to get worried.” Alex says making you laugh.

The sun went down and you released your lantern.

A new beginning with someone you love so much.

You both sat on the ground, looking at the sky as you watched all the floating lanterns. You had never felt so much happiness and love.

As much as you loved Christen, it just never seemed to go back to the way it was.

At every family event, Alex was now officially part of the family. You laughed and shared stories. You no longer felt empty but rather felt peace and joy.

You were kissing Alex every chance you could get, you were a brand new person. The kisses shared at family events as everyone told stories. Fourth of July was no longer so painful.

You healed.

Alex showed you what being loved was and felt like, and how to be treated as a friend but also as a partner. She wasn’t bothered by your constant need of assurance because she knew you always needed to be told every once in a while. She didn’t mind, in fact she loved telling you that she loved you.

“I love you.” Alex says as she wraps her arms around you.

“I love you. It’s you and me.”

“That’s my whole world.”

Three years later you would both come back, except that time Alex would get on one knee asking you to marry her. You obviously said yes because how could you not marry your best friend and lover.

Facing reality was no longer scary, it was exciting.

With the right person you knew facing reality would be an adventure. Alex was your reality and you were hers. You just didn’t know it. But she was reality. And she didn’t know but you were her reality. You were ready to be with Alex forever and face reality together.

This was reality and you were finally happy facing reality.

#christen press x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso imagine

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Familiar Feeling

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT NO PLOT (They literally just met), unprotected sex, they fuck everywhere

I just moved into a new apartment with my two best friends, Faith and Lane.

Faith is a writer and swears that the Marvel actor, Sebastian Stan lives in our apartment building. Lane is an actor and she agrees with me and thinks that Faith is losing her mind.

None of us have seen him in the building. He is like our own little myth.

One day, Faith was out at a meeting and Lane was at an audition.

I was left alone so I was just cleaning up the apartment. I cleaned my room and the main courters. I then decided to take the trash out and on my way, I swear I saw Sebastian taking his trash out.

He smiled at me as he passed by me.

I quickly turned around and spoke.

"You're Sebastian Stan aren't you," I said as he nodded.

"Yeah, we're neighbors I think. I've seen you around," He said.

"You've seen me around? My two roommates have been on the lookout for you ever since my one roommate thought she saw you in the laundry room."

"Yeah, I've seen you around. You always wear those shorts with the pink string," He said as he eyed me up and down.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me, Mr. Stan," I said as I smirked at him.

"What if I was? And it's Sebastian."

I just smiled at him and then walked past him to dump my garbage.

"I'm going to go back up to my apartment where my two roommates are not and I am going to run a bath to wash off the trash shoute," I said as I sashayed past him. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I moved past him.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I said as his eyes averted back to my eyes.

He dropped his trash off and then followed me into the elevator.

I stood against one wall and he stood against the other with his hands in his pockets.

I was the one standing closest to the buttons so I pushed the emergency stop button.

Sebastian practically flung his body over to me and pinned me against a wall.

"Needy girl needs me so bad, huh?" He asked as he wrapped a hand in my hair and neck. He kissed me so deeply and passionately. I'd never been touched like this before and didn't want it to stop.

He went over and turned the elevator back on.

We got off on my floor. I do quite literally mean, got off.

I held his hand and led him into my apartment.

"It's really clean in here. It smells like you," He said as he took a deep breath.

I smiled at the thought that he already likes the smell of me after one day together. Not even one day. Maybe a couple minutes. We've just immediately clicked with each other.

"Do you want something to drink? Maybe something to eat? We might have some leftovers in the fridge."

"No, only you," He said as he sighed and sat down on my couch.

I smiled and walked over to him on the couch.

I stood in front of him and he pulled my pants down along with my panties. He then pulled down his pants and underwear.

I sat down on him facing him.

He moaned out as I rode him. He grabbed at my hips and I tugged on him all over.

"Fuck, you feel better than I thought," He said as he grabbed my ass and squeezed tightly.

"Oh my god," I moaned as I came around him. He pushed me off of him before he came inside of me.

I pulled my pants and he pulled up his haphazardly right before we heard the door open to the apartment.

"Oh my god! Did you hear? Apparently, someone saw Sebastian Stan leave the elevator on THIS floor!" Faith yelled as she and Lane entered the room.

"HOLY FUCK!" Lane screamed as she smacked her hand to her face.

"You're Sebastian Stan," Faith said as Sebastian stood up and he shyly smiled and waved at the two girls.

"Yeah, he's going to be here for a bit. We were just uhm. Hanging out," I said as Sebastian turned pink and the girls quickly gathered their belongings and then turned around and left the apartment.

"I'm sorry about them. They are just fangirls and I was just-"

He pulled me into another kiss. A kiss that felt like we knew each other. Like we are closer than we actually are.

"You taste so good and I can't get enough of it," He said as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his hips.

He carried me to the kitchen counter and sat me down on top of it.

He pulled my soaked panties down along with his pants to show that he was already hard again.

I was trembling and waiting for him again.

He pushed himself into me and found a steady pace as he hit my G-Spot ever so often. Enough to make me squirm and scream under his touch.

He had one hand on my lower back, holding me up so I don't fall off the counter. The other hand was on the counter steadying himself so he didn't fall to his knees.

I came again and he pulled out again.

"I think that just about finished me off," He said as he put his pants on. I slid off the counter like a puddle.

"I don't even think I remember how to walk," I said as he held me by the waist to stabilize me.

"Oh, Sebastian. Don't touch me like that unless you want me all over you again," I said as he removed his hands ever so slowly. I thought I was going to fall right then and there.

So I did.

I slowly fell to my knees. His hands went to my hair as I undid his pants that were on his body for less than a few minutes.

I sucked him off as he braced himself by holding onto the counter behind me.

"Please," He moaned as I continued. I knew he barely had anything left in him and this was probably hurting him. But, him begging me like that felt so good.

He tugged on my head a little once he released it in my mouth.

I stood up and wiped my mouth off.

"Go spit in the sink," He said as I opened my mouth to show him I'd already swallowed.

"That's disgusting," He said with a hidden smirk.

We both cleaned up and I went to change.

He was sitting on the couch just scrolling through his phone when I came back.

"I should get going because I have an appointment for a photoshoot but, I would love to take you out on a real date sometime. Today was the best day I've had in a really long time," He said as he handed me a piece of paper with his number on it.

"Call me," He said as he walked over and kissed me before walking out the door.

Lane and Faith came home later that night and I felt dirty so I cleaned the counter and I mopped the floor. But I forgot about the couch.

It wasn't until late late that night when Faith was sitting on the couch next to me. "What are these stains?" She asked as I just looked between her and Lane.

"Those stains are-" I paused before trying to come up with something. "Yeah, I don't know what those stains are."

#sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan can do whatever he wants to me and I would be grateful

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feather-a-of-birds · 2 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you would be willing to write a small piece for sdv with Shane and a male farmer. Basically Shane gets punched in the face or something, but the bottom line is the farmer gets sucked off while Shane has a mouth full of blood. It's fine if you don't want to write this, ik it's kinda weird

Of course! I'm quite surprised I got my first request like a week after I started this account, and to warn you I am bad at writing smut especially with male POV and such but I shall try my best! Thank you for reaching out.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Gore, Oral M! Receiving, Getting Punched In The Face, Slight Hematolagnia (attraction to blood), Semi public sex

Shane X M!Reader

Minors Do Not Interact!

Soif De Sang (French for blood thirst)

"There is a policy that literally says only two coupons per person lady" Shane says running his hand through his hair, the woman stomps her foot like a five year old before shouting "I Got All Of These From My Neighbors And Digging Through Trash Cans, And This Is How I'm Treated!" she waves the coupons in his face "Ma'am I really don't care where you got them I can't break Joja policy" he says, this bickering was starting to give him a headache "just ring them up you little brat!" she nearly growls "well I can't change the policy, I can go grab my manager for you so you can fight it out with him" he sighs giving her a shit eating close eyed smirk silently screaming to Yoba to help him "I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR MANAGER JUST LET ME USE MY GOD DAMN COUPONS!" she screams he answers again "the answer is still no because I need this job and if I break policy I can be fired" noticing a couple people watching "You woke people just don't know when to quit" she huffs like a fat bulldog "this has nothing to do with being woke, it's simply Joja Mart policy" Shane deadpans, that appears to be the wrong answer because she picks up her purse and smacks him in the face with it. Shane stumbles back his eyes beginning to water at the impact of the blow that had hit him square on the nose a trickle of blood slowly seeps from his nose "What The Actual Hell!" he seethes looking back at the woman feeling blood slowly seep into the back of his throat. He was pissed, Morris walks in to hear Shane shout at the customer holding his nose Morris looks over "Shane! Enough buddy!" he says walking over giving an apologetic smile to the woman "Shane you are free for today we'll discuss this tomorrow" he says before picking up the phone to the mic "all customers shopping at Joja Mart prices are all now half off" Morris says. Shane scoffs at Morris "what the hell does she have in that purse!" before walking into the back room. He changes out of his work attire before leaving out the back door.

"Oh hey Sha- Shane?!" you gasp as Shane grabs your hand pulling you behind him until you reach Marnie's ranch, he lets go of your hand "Can you help me with this" he says looking at you with a bored expression, you look at his face noticing a red stream running from his nose dripping onto the ground. You feel slightly aroused at the blood "hmm. . . At a price" you smirk at him "and what is this price?" he asks sounding annoyed but definitely intrigued. Its your turn to grab his hand you begin jogging into the forest.

Pulling him deeper into the wood you find an old hollowed out tree it was thick enough to hide you both, you get into the curl of the trunk and push him to his knees in front of him "do you consent to this?" you ask first looking into his eyes, he breaks eye contact blushes and nods "say it Shane, I need to hear you say it" he looks you back in the eyes "yes I consent" he answers you smirk giving him the go ahead.

Spitting out some blood from his mouth before he trails his hands up your legs to your thighs he squeezes them a few times before cupping your semi hard dick through your grime covered pants, you gasp as he palms you for a moment before undoing the button, he unzips the zipper, and pulls your pants and boxers down allowing your dick to spring free, he smirks up at you before wrapping a hand around you pumping slowly, he kisses the head a few times licking up the precum, he lets trails of blood mix with his saliva. You open your eyes as you watch Shane lick a long stripe across your penis making a red sheen on your dick "Shane. Please stop teasing" you beg, he smirks but obliges none the less bringing the tip to his blood stained lips he takes in the head swirling his tongue a few times letting blood coat it before taking in a bit more. He takes in a breath through his nose and slides your dick fully in his mouth "oh~ Mon Diue~" you groan at the feeling, you cover your mouth remembering that Magnus may be nearby. Shane begins bobbing his head he takes you as far he can go the metal taste on his tongue beginning to engrave into him. Shane trails his hand to his pants he undoes the fly on his jeans pulling his hard cock out stroking it gently, he begins pumping himself at a fast pace, he hears you call his name behind your clasped hand, he takes his other hand and begins fondling your balls "Cher Yoba~" you call out, you look down to see Shane pleasuring himself. you grab his hair and thrust gently into his throat, you feel him groan around your dick he pulls off for a deep breath before deep throating you again. Allowing you to continue to use his mouth.

Blood begins dribbling past his lips you swipe a drop and lick it off your thumb you coo at him "you look so Joli like that Shane" you speed it up again he hums at your compliment sending vibrations through you. Shane moves down back to the tip sucking on it for a moment then sucking the whole thing into his mouth he does this a few more times until your pace grows sloppy as you feel yourself climbing that latter to ecstasy, Shane is close as well he cums first letting it spill onto the ground. You follow not long after spilling down his throat, letting him go he takes in a deep breath and licks his lips smearing even more blood on his face, you look at your dick seeing it covered in blood you chuckle before checking in on Shane "now I feel really light headed" he says looking a little woozy "I can imagine Mon Cher, now lets get us cleaned up".

A/N: hey i hope that wasn't to bad and here are the translations

Soif de sang: Blood thirsty

Mon dieu: My god

Cher: Dear (masc)

Joli: pretty (masc)

Mon Cher: My dear

#stardew valley #stardew valley fanart #stardew farmer #stardew valley shane #shane x farmer #sdv shane #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+#lgbtq community

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kevindavidson · 2 years ago

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Do not think about Kayleigh’s crash - how the Moriyama’s had it orchestrated to leave Kevin orphaned.

Do not think about Wymack’s bad hip, the mentioned pain killers, Abby being his PT

Do not think that maybe - more than likely - Wymack was in that car, too.

Don't thin that maybe, he was driving it.

They wanted Kevin orphaned, what better way to do that than get them both in one fell swoop?

Don’t think of Kayleigh calling Wymack out of the blue and saying, “David?” And, “Can we talk?” And, “I have something to tell you.” And, “It’s about Kevin.”

Don’t think about Wymack meeting Kayleigh wherever she asks because he still loves her, and would do anything for her and that boy, Kevin, who Wymack looks at and convinces himself that no, that isn’t his nose, and no, Kevin’s laugh doesn’t make him check to see if he’s laughing, and no, the way Kevin holds himself if not the way he does.

Don’t think about Kevin being left with a sitter - the elderly neighbor with eight cats.

Don’t think about Kayleigh kissing him on the head and saying, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, my love.”

Don't think about Kayleigh climbing into the passenger seat next to him.

Don’t think about the silence in the car as the miles build up on the older roads, stretching far and wide until it eats up the last of Wymack’s considerable patience. “Leigh,” he starts, voice tight around the nickname.

Don’t think about Kayleigh answering, “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Don’t think about Wymack reaching over to take her hand, meeting green meadow eyes when he takes warm brown off the road for her. “I could never.”

Don’t think about Kayleigh breathing deeply, shaking out her hands one by one, then opening her mouth, “I lied. Kevin is-“

Absolutely do not think about the impact. Metal on metal. Screeching. Wymack's car flipping, over and over and over. Her voice drowned out by a scream that will haunt Wymack’s nightmares for years to come before he blacks out.

Don’t think about the lull of blackness, about him waking, upside down and scared, agony echoing like lighting up from his leg, seatbelt holding him where he is.

Don’t think about David Vincent Wymack looking over and finding nothing. No Kayleigh. No door. No passenger side at all. Just…nothing.

Don’t think about Wymack unbuckling himself, crawling through glass and metal, fire and puddles of gasoline, shouting her name.

Don’t think about the wheezing, “David…” from the brush.

Don’t think about Wymack crawling to her with the last of his strength, collapsing by her side, and noticing the extent of the injuries. Broken femurs, bleeding skull, arm missing. “Kayleigh.”

Don’t think about Kayleigh smiling at him, and whispering, “don’t worry. I can’t feel it.”

Don’t think about Wymack realizing this women born to invent Exy, born to move her entire body. This woman who dedicate so many year to this body for him and this sport, can no long use any of it from the shoulders down.

Don’t think about Kayleigh smiling. “He reminds me of you, y’know.” Coughing blood, body shivering in the rain. “Kevin. My Kevin. Ou-” another harrowing bloody cough.

Don’t think about Wymack trying to stop the blood, hands shaking and unsure. He’s always been rage, and pain, and brute strength. Wymack doesn’t know how to help, or heal, or save anyone. He’s still just as lost as when his mother told him he’d never amount to anything.

Don’t think of Kayleigh begging him to stop and listen. “Just…Dave, please. Hear me. I need you to…” choking, shaking, more and more blood. “Listen.”

Don’t think about this: “I am, Leigh. I am.” Or this: “I love you,” she says, “it’s always been you.” And never think about this: “Ours,” she chokes, “take care of…” Gagging. “He’s all I have.”

Please never think of, “Our Kevin,” on her death rattle.

And let the idea of David’s scream as the light dies from the eyes of the love of his life stay long dead.

Don’t think about the hospital. The death certificate. The cops. The custody battle. Kayleigh’s will, leaving Kevin to Tetsuji. Wymack left alone, with no one and nothing, unable to play, or walk, or…do anything at all but wallow, stare at the bottle and wonder if it's his time to become dependent on it like his father because it's his fault. he took his eyes off the road. Kayleigh is dead because of him.

Don’t think about bubbly Abby popping into his life at his PT, or the guilt he feels when feeling start to emerge, or the first time he gets back onto a court after the funeral and it’s not with a racquet in his hands or on his own to feet, but in a wheelchair in front of high schoolers looking horrified to see what Kayleigh Day’s mentee has become.

Don’t think about the vow he makes to himself: to save, heal, and help those in need before he drops a contract before Bryan Seth Gordon and says, “You in?”

Don’t think about him learning the truth about Kayleigh’s death from Kevin so, so many years later and feeling guilty about the flood of relief that comes over him because it wasn't his fault, not really.

And for your own sanity, don’t think about him putting the puzzle pieces together of what she was trying to tell him about Kevin when the boy himself, no longer a boy but a man, comes into his office after a long, perilous year, and says, “she lied to you. You’re my father,” as Kevin hands him the letter.

Just…for the sake of all that is happy in this world, don’t look to deep into a mysterious bad hip that never got explained.

P.S.: Don’t think about 7y/o Kevin being told his mother is dead either.

#david wymack #aftg kevin #all for the game #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #palmetto state foxes

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toournextadventure · 2 years ago

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is it weird that I'm reading EBH like it's Wednesday x OC, as opposed to Wednesday x Reader? like, I don't see Birb as myself so much as I see her as one of the following: 1: a younger sibling that I am desperately rooting for, even though I am unable to help 2: the friend of a friend who I mostly hear about second-hand, and feel bad for paying attention to gossip, but goddamn is that tea hot 3: the next door neighbor's kid. the poor sap who lives in a house of shouting matches. I can't do anything to help them, other than to offer gentle small-talk when we happen to get the mail at the same time, trying to work up the courage to say "my door is always open to you. the walls of my house do not rattle with screams, the doors do not slam, there are no bad memories haunting the hall. I do not have the strength to change the world, but I can shelter you from part of it, if that is what you need". but the words stick to the sides of my mouth, like cotton after a trip to the dentist, uncomfortable and ill placed, yet firm in their grip.

alternatively, she reminds me a bit of myself when I was her age, which feels odd to say since it wasn't that long ago, but gosh golly, I'm sure as hell not the same person I was 4-5 years ago! anyway, Birb very much feels like a full person to me, with different facets and edges to her existence, and so my brain has made a spot just for her. doesn't feel right in my head to try 'n paint over her with my own details, if that makes sense?... idk, rambling a little I guess

-signed, your friendly neighborhood crow

No no, it's not weird at all cause like, Birb just came out of nowhere. Like, it was 100% reader but then the more I wrote, the more she turned into someone that I'm desperately rooting for because she's her own person now. And I'm keeping her details vague, of course, but she's probably one of the few, if not the only one, where I have an actual image of her. So no, it's not weird at all

But only a slightly lighter tone, you write like a fucking POET my dude, nearly had me tearing up with those words, it was beautiful

#answered #your friendly neighbourhood crow

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sol1loqu1st · 2 years ago

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putting under a cut so people don't have to read my Mental Health Journal lmao. uh i'm ok but i am reminiscing on some pretty dark thought patterns so don't click if you're not in the space to hear that

my therapist and i have decided that it's not currently helpful to assign a particular diagnosis to my symptoms because it's more important to actually treat them than spend time figuring out what to call them but as someone who experiences Pretty Intense symptoms of, like, non-religious moral scrupulosity i spent a very very long time (and tbh still do, but i'm learning to combat these feelings now that i know they're like. not normal) believing that i was genuinely a horrible person who makes everyone's lives worse because of thoughts that i had and things i would say that didn't get an immediate positive reaction and idk i just want to like. put something out there to combat those types of thought patterns lol. this is mostly for me

as a young kid i would get intrusive thoughts about blurting out swear words and it would keep me up at night because i thought even thinking those words was A Horrible Moral Failure. obviously i have no problem cussing now and i don't think it's bad to cuss, but but as a teen i developed a similar fear of blurting out/calling people slurs even though i would never want to do that, and i obviously still think that that is Not A Good Thing To Do. but it hit me really hard and i believed i was a terrible person, because slurs would pop into my head at random and i would worry that i was going to shout them at people even though i've never wanted to do that. even just admitting aloud "sometimes my brain pops slurs in my head and i'm worried i'll say them aloud" is kind of terrifying and i'm long past the worst of it.

i have vivid memories of crying for hours because two of my friends had different favorite characters and i felt like i had to have the same favorite as them or i was somehow snubbing them. i felt guilty for years and years and years because as a literal first grader i stepped in my neighbor's rock garden and she screamed at me for it.

i am terrified of saying or doing anything that could be seen as annoying, selfish, or anything less than accommodating. my brain's "ideal perfect self" for me is someone who doesn't have their own opinions, who goes along with whatever everyone else says, and who anticipates other people's needs before they have them. if i don't measure up, and i absolutely don't, then i feel like an absolute failure of a human being who deserves to die. even then at some of my lowest points i remember researching the most eco-friendly ways to die because i literally couldn't stomach the idea of releasing carbon into the atmosphere as my body decomposes. i spent a while feeling desperately suicidal but couldn't go through with it because i felt like i didn't deserve to escape atoning for my sins through death. my sins, btw, are "sometimes annoying or upsetting other people."

even now that i'm more aware of these thought patterns not being entirely logical or true, my brain still provides a ton of reasons why combating them would actually be bad. "if you stop feeling guilty for x, that means you selfishly believe x is ok" etc. it's a fucking nightmare. i've been in the types of therapy they prescribe for this kind of stuff, and it involves doing or experiencing the things you're worried about until you're desensitized to it. i'm not going to act out my thoughts of hurting others just to get myself to stop worrying about it. i'm not going to get rid of my reasonable morals just so i can stop feeling bad about things i didn't do. it feels impossible when the only treatments are "just do the thing until it feels ok" and your symptoms are "thoughts about hurting people."

idk man i'm not going anywhere with this i'm sort of just realizing how genuinely bad my mental health has been and how difficult it is to treat

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leroypd · 1 month ago

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The Dreamer

By LeRoyPD

Wandering through the grave yard it felt like something was watching me. The fog was so thick you you couldn't see twenty feet any direction. The grave stones stood silently like soldiers long forgotten, a scream shattered the silence. A near by tree, that seemed full of leaves was left bare after a burst of crows took flight. I ducked to the ground to avoid the flying ornithurae. "Angie!" I yelled. Where was she? Why did I let her talk me into coming here? "Angie, c'mon this isn't funny anymore!" I shout again.

To my right a large shadow darts by leaving a trail in the fog. An eerie laugh echos throughout the grave yard. Behind me I hear the figure run quickly from my right to my left. I spin around but only see the fog swirling after it. Too slow to move out of the figures way. All around the fog begins to move in a circle around me. The figure runs by again, it is 8 feet tall, a forward curving back, long arm with long claws dangling down.

This thing running around me is not human.... Nor is it any creature known in myth or history. To my right I see it walk towards me, still hidden in the curtain of fog. Its head is a perfect circle, no eyes or mouth. A weird alien like sound emanates from the creature. Behind me the sound echos, but with different pitches.

I turn around to see another figure same has the first except this one is larger. I freeze in terror, icy fingers run down my back stopping in the middle.

I let out a blood curdling scream as the creatures hand penetrates through my body as easily as if I were a wet piece of papper.

I bolt upright in my bed. I have no recognition of the girl in my dream except for the faint feeling her name was Melody. She isn't dead yet but she will be. They all die within a month of my dreams. Lately they have all been similar. Weather turns bad and a thick fog settles down those creatures appear and kill the victims by stabbing their arm through their back. I have had 27 of those dreams... This was 28. Yesterday night I dreamt of "Angie's" death, she died in the same horrific way Melody did.

Before Melody's image is gone from my head I get up a draw her face and add it to my wall. The reports of deaths in this manner have yet to surface on the news. 28 of these dreams and nothing has yet to happen. There are 30 days this month and the first one I've had a banker named Erik is still alive. These kills are either going to happen the 30th or I am dreaming a month early.

I discovered my burden when I was 13. I have had dreams about people's deaths for as long as I can remember but when i was 13 I dreamt my neighbor Edna, who was a sweet old lady who always gave me cookies when I got home from school, died of a heart attack. Three weeks later she had a heart attack and died.

I always felt the name of the person when I woke up and I always remembered it as well. I began looking into them and discovered all of them had died within a month of my dreaming of it.

I began to draw them after Edna so at least someone remembers them. I also want to remember how they looked.

On my dresser my alarm clock buzzes loudly. Groaning I turn it off and get ready for work. It isn't easy being a barista but somebody's gotta get the local public their drinks. God forbid I am ever late. Marty my boss would have my hide if I was even thirty seconds late. He's not a punctual guy just an angry one who tries to find ways to ruin everyone elses day.

The walk to work is as boring as ever, cars on their daily commute, people the same. But as I was walking by a giant office building a man in a vest and dress shirt with his over coat hanging on his arm walked by. He had dark hair and glasses. He was about mid thirties but his style said eighty. Erik. Erik Burton the banker from West Point Banking Services. He is leaving work when he dies. Sad part is Erik is a punctual man and keeps meticulous records of his actions like it was the money he handles. Too bad the day he dies he is rushing and never looked at a calendar. I have no idea when he will die. But with two more days this month I say he has got only a few hours left.

At the corner of the street of the office building I see two girls being loud and holding hands walking all over the sidewalk. Melody and Angie. Best friends since they were little. Inseparable. Such a shame they will die.

At work Marty comes up to me bubbling with anger and I can already tell today is going to suck. "You are late!"

"Am not Marty, your internal clock runs mock ninety," I shoot back.

"Don't get smart with me you were supposed to be here at ten o'clock!" he yells.

"Yes Marty and guess what? It's eight o'clock. If you are going to yell at someone yell at yourself," I tell him and go to clock on early. "Honestly Marty you are the one paying me. My paycheck is a loss to you I don't see why you have to yell at me all the time I am here aren't I?"

His face turns red and he stomps off before he yells at me even more in front of customers. I just roll my eyes and get to taking orders and making them as fast as I can.

The day passes without a hitch and its already closing time. The chairs are on tables all dishes done everything were it needs to be. Marty comes out from the office with papers sprawled out in his arms. As I am shutting off the open sign I see something dark hiding across the street just out of reach of the street light. It darts away while Marty mumbles something at me.

"Carla did you hear me?" Marty barks.

"Hm? I am sorry what did you say?" I turn around to look at him and he has his usual scowl on his face.

"I said move so I can unlock the door," he says.

"Oh! Right, sorry," I step aside as he rolls his eyes and huffs. He is a short man with a big belly and a combover. His keys jingle as he puts them in the lock and turns it. We step out as he turns around to lock it back. "It's nice out," I say taking a deep breath. Marty looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"Don't make me regret doing this," he says and I look at him confused. "Here.... I want you to look out for the shop from now on," he says holding out the keys.

"Um, but where will you be?" I ask slowly taking the keys expecting him to jerk them away and laugh.

"The misses.... she's not doing well these days..." he says his mood completely changing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, I'll be sure to take care of things while you're away, if you ever need anything just ask," I insist. He nods his head and turns to walk off. The sound from the creatures in my dream rings out from across the street. Startled I search in the dark for the creature.

"What's wrong with you?" Marty says turning around.

"Did you hear that?" I ask still looking intently in the shadows.

"Wasn't it your dumb phone?" He grumbles.

"No it came from over there," He looks to where I'm pointing and notices Im visibly shaken up.

"I'm sure it was nothing, have a good night don't forget to turn the alarm off in the morning." Is all he says before leaving.

In all my dreams people died outside, never has anyone died inside. Trying to remain calm I start to quickly walk home, before I know it i'm sprinting. I hear the same sound echo behind me a few times on my way home.

I quickly scan my residential ID and get inside. I climb the stairs two by two and fly to the second floor. I lock my door and shiver, even though I'm safe at home an eerie feeling has followed me.

I don't want to fall asleep tonight but it seems like a trance falls over me and before I can stop it i'm dreaming of a death. Marty's death.

#horror #thriller #story #short story #books and reading #writing #creative writing #my writing #author

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sincelastsession · 7 months ago

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Today is ass.

I tried to soak in the hours of quiet from the time I slept till the time I was woken by many people screaming.

It's incredibly triggering it really is the noise is too much for me to wake up to and walking around with headphones or noise blocking headphones or earplugs and fucking is annoying at this point like it hurts I get headaches my ears get clogged and these people continuously get away with doing terrible loud stupid shit and if I could move I would.

And for some reason my parents expect me to wait until September when they told me earlier dates and I honestly don't think I can handle this till September

I mean it would be better if I lived in another apartment in this complex like away from the loud noise but That's not an option.

It's way too loud.

I'm sick of crying.

I can't just walk out there and say "hey I can hear yall and everything you say inside my home"

I can't just ask them if they could be quieter.

I can't even let go outside with them in the pool without getting shouted at by the children which I can't prove because I'm too scared to record it and Get fucking attacked by these people.

And my parents do not understand what me and my neighbor understand is that these people are legitimately ratchet. And I don't hate them I just don't like the trashy behavior and the noise. It is bothering me greatly to an extent where I'm worried that it's going to cause me more health issues mental and physical and it is.

I have not had any other summers from the time I have lived here that have been this horrible.

I can't even go to the bank and get a loan and move the fuck out.

My parents do not understand.

I completely understand that they definitely do have the money but they still for some reason want me to wait.

I'm ready to find an incredibly cheap office space and somehow just fucking sleep there and come to my apartment to care for my ESA cats and pack.

I've thought up so many ideas.

I honestly am not tolerating this well at all.

I am worried for my mental health.

I'm not doing well.

I already have the extra stress before my birthday thing happening.

But now it's even more shit on top of that.

PTSD flare

Autism burnout

Situational depression type feelings

Pretty nasty intrusive thoughts

Flashbacks.

Like I just want quiet. I just want peace.

I can't fuckin eat from the stress.

And now I must wait till September.

This is going to end up breaking me. I'm so sick of it. I'm gonna get fucking evicted before September because of this shit.

There's only so much bullying from family and neighborhoods and loud careless motherfuckers I can handle.

I told everyone I was having a hard time handling it.

They said June or July.

Now it's "You're lucky if it's September"

I don't want to leave my apartment and I'm scared to without someone around or on the phone.

I can't even talk to my partner about this because it's going to be too much for him.

And everybody is treating me like I'm too much in the situation is too much but they're not the ones having to live it.

And I'm scared.

I am scared of what might happen because I am scared of myself because I do not want to flash out I do not want to have a full on PTSD episode and flip out and I don't know what will happen if I lose touch with reality during that.

That is what I am scared of and it makes me cry every fucking day because there's gotta be people screaming every fucking day.

And there is nothing I can do about it and I have to just stay here and fucking suffer

And I call our courtesy officer who is a sheriff and part of the swat team and I call BRPD and they don't do anything about the problem because the office has to fix the problem and this is bullshit

I can't even go swimming if I fucking wanted to because there's people on the pool and the next couple of days it's nasty as fuck and then turns green and then they clean it and shock it and usually on the same day that they shock the pool people go ahead and get in it anyway which is terrible for you and then I still never get a chance to go swimming and I'm supposed to be doing that

I don't want to go down to the pool after they all leave at 10:30 when the pool closes at 10

I don't want to go down to the pool after they all leave anyway because none of those kids get up and go to the bathroom they literally just let them piss in the pool and I've heard them tell their kids to just go ahead and pee in the pool.

And if I tell the office that they are gonna want a recording of it because they weren't recording of everything and they won't cameras up at my apartment and I can't afford a fucking ring doorbell

I don't have the money for all of this that they'd keep telling me to put up to prove something that is incredibly obvious and that my neighbor has complained about and still is complaining about with the office.

I mean she's trying to recover from breast cancer.

I feel like at this point I could move to the middle of the fucking ghetto and feel safer there than I do in my own apartment.

I'm tired of people treating me like I'm fucking crazy about this whole situation.

I'm not crazy and this is a problem and it's driving me insane.

I mean I have recordings of how loud these people are inside my apartment and outside of my apartment how loud they are and I have shown the office this and they don't care.

I can't wear earplugs and head phones and shit like that all day long it drives my sensory issues insane I don't like my ears messed with.

And then on top of everything I'm having a cardiac issue which is very concerning and I don't know what it is and I have to wait till the eighth to hear if my medicaid was accepted by this Heart Doctor specialist guy. And then I have to make an appointment and I don't know how soon I will be able to get in.

Meanwhile I have 2 other heart conditions that are aggravated by stress and could kill me they could just make me drop dead

And I don't know if I had an adult daughter with all the problems that I have I would be doing my damt to like at least invite her to my home where I have a spare bedroom that I don't even use because oh no the alcoholic isn't living with me so then she's got a spare bedroom so why can't I move in over there and just sleep and get some fucking piece and rest and then drive back over here to check on my cats because she would not allow me to have them in her home.

Meanwhile I'm looking at social media and seeing all of my friends go out and do wonderful things and watching all these snapchats of my friends that work normal jobs but somehow are able to travel all over the country and to other countries and You know I actually tried to go to the Netherlands and I can't find the paperwork that I need to finish my passport I can't really get my hair done because I don't have the money for that and I don't want to use box die and ruin my hair and have my hairdresser fucking strangle me once I finally get back in his chair.

And my parents were just going to give me the money to go to the Netherlands because I was supposed to be going this month.

But instead I begged them to use that money that they said that they had set aside for me to just help me get an apartment and they said okay.

But the money that they mysteriously had for my going to the Netherlands they don't have to help me move into a new place

And that doesn't make any fucking sense to me

And I don't know I don't know what's going to happen and I don't enjoy any of this and yes I've taken my fucking medicine and it's just not helping it's not helping the amount of stress that I'm under it's literally not enough of the medicine to do anything

Like yeah I'm sedated but my anxiety is still here I still want to go outside and scream at everybody I still want to fucking impulsively shave my head and scream for no reason

I literally don't even know how to explain to you the amount of pent-up stress and rage and anger and sadness and grief that I have inside me

And everybody just thinks that I'm either a piece of shit and terrible or that I'm so nice and sweet and loving and caring I'm neither of those things I don't even know what the fuck they're talking about

I'm tired of people telling me what I am and what I'm not

That's not for them to decide

Why I have to go through this why what did I do wrong

I feel like every single day is a punishment and I feel like by September I'm gonna be going fucking crazy like absolutely gonna have to check into a cycle a little crazy and I'm not tantrum big I'm telling everybody that I'm not doing well and my doctors are like oh yeah you're definitely not doing well

I have fucking notes from my doctors that my parents have read and they don't take seriously they don't care

Why should I give a fuck about myself if no one else does

I mean if I didn't have the cats I would have just left I would have just gotten in my car and packed what I needed and fucking left and I don't know where I would be right now

And I would love to foster another dog but I can't do that because my hip is fucked up and people may not see it or hear it because they don't bitch about it often in public because there's no point to tell people that you're hurting when they can't see where the coming from.

They can't believe you unless they see something wrong. And I don't always limp. I mean apparently I walked around on a fractured knee and didn't even know it for months and months and my new rheumatologist discovered that. So I don't know what's going on with my hip or my entire right leg I don't know what's going on with my heart I don't know why I'm in APTSD flare I don't know why I'm having autistic burnout I don't know why anything's happening other than yeah stress could be a giant factor there and I need to get away from the stressors that's what every fucking book tells you is to get away from what is driving you nuts but I cannot do that

I mean if I lived downstairs and I could foster a dog than I could just revolve my life around that but it would still be really fucking loud and that would make it hard for me to do anything like that

I mean I know I had a schedule and I had my own time and people treated me a little bit better when I was doing thit's not like it's a fall string and clicker training this dog that was amazing that I should have just adopted.

But I don't have the money to own a dog so that's why I would foster so someone else could own the dog.

I just don't feel like I ever get a fucking break.

I mean I haven't even gotten to go to the beach for a weekend vacation in a shitty little beach motel with friends or anything like that but it's because people don't invite me

People judge me without knowing what I'm dealing with and that's not my problem that's their problem.

And I'm so sick of dealing with everyone else's problems.

I don't know how to stop giving a fuck and I don't even know if that would benefit me at all right now like I can't turn my fucking ears off

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