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leth-writes · 3 months ago

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I'm so happy to see someone writing for twilight it really doesn't get the love it deserves.

This is weirdly specific, so bear with me.

Can I request Paul (twilight) x reader who's Jacob's ex-girlfriend, and they had like a really messy brake up so they REALLY don't like each other and so Paul and jacob get onto a fight about it.

Thanks for your time I've really been enjoying reading your work❤️❤️❤️

hello, lovely anon!

Usually I do shorter pieces for requests, but I kinda blacked out and wrote 2000 words for this... Sorry?

Please enjoy!

It was quiet, without Jacob. The two of you had been dating for over a year, before suddenly all he could think of was Bella, Bella, Bella. She was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. You didn’t mind the two of them being friends, you weren’t jealous and you didn’t believe the rumors spreading at school, but you still wanted to SEE him! You loved him, for god’s sake! But no, Bella was sad or Bella was tired or Bella wanted to go exploring and suddenly, he had no time for you.

It had been weeks since you’d last truly spoken beyond a quick 20 minute phone call every time you tried to hang out. In fact, you decided, today was the last day. It was the last day you would grovel and beg for his attention. This was it; if he didn’t agree today, you were done. He could go date Bella for all you cared.

You stomped down the stairs, your socked feet hitting against the soft white carpet, and skidded into the tiled kitchen. The grey light streamed in, illuminating the phone like a halo. It was fitting for something that would determine the fate of your relationship.

Angry, yet hopeful, you strode forward and picked up the phone, resolutely dialing Jacob’s number and waiting as it rang.

Finally, someone picked up. “Hello?” Jacob called, sounding groggy.

“Hey, Jake! I was thinking, we should spend some time together! It’s been a hard couple of weeks, and I haven’t seen you at all!” You said, anger draining and hope filling your chest, suddenly feeling weak at the knees. God, you’d missed his voice. “Can’t, Bella and I are going to try and build the motorcycles. You know she’s been having a hard time recently, and I think I’m really helping!” He responded, sounding distracted and far from the phone.

The hope shattered like ice, cutting up your insides. “Jake, we haven’t hung out in 3 weeks. I could really use my boyfriend today,”. Even to your own ears, your voice was pleading. It sounded weak and brittle, like you were fragile, not the strong front you’d tried to put on for him.

He sighed, voice crackly through the receiver. “Listen, you know Bella hasn’t been doing so well, and I’m the only thing that makes her feel better. You can’t expect me not to go out with her, just because you’re feeling a bit lonely…” His voice was exasperated and distant, like he was already done with the conversation.

Suddenly, that anger came roaring back, licking up the sides of your chest and burning away at your heart. You felt yourself trembling with rage, with despair, at the way he was talking to you.

“No, you listen, Jacob! I’m done! If you aren’t going to see me, if you’re going to prioritize Bella, then you can go stay with her! I never want to see your stupid, selfish face ever again, you fucking asshole!” You practically shouted, slamming the phone down. You whirled around, nose practically bellowed steam, and stomped to the couch, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it. You’d show him, you’d go out and have fun all by yourself and prove you didn’t need such a shitty boyfriend anyways!

It’d been a month since you last talked to Jacob, and while the breakup hurt, you were glad you’d ended the relationship when you had. Looking back, the thought of hanging on was depressing; you’d reconnected with your friends in the past month, going out practically every day and hanging out anytime it got too rainy to go to La Push. You hadn’t seen Jacob or Bella around, and you could honestly say you were happy to not have to so much as think about them anymore. It wasn’t your business.

It was the perfect day to go La Push, and your friends were already there when you pulled into the parking lot. It was overcast, no real sign of rain, and a gentle, cool breeze was drifting through. The beach was covered in large rocks, not really meant for swimming, but perfect for drinking and just listening to music and gossiping, and that’s exactly what you did.

Until, of course, they arrived. Jacob had been sure they were a blossoming gang, but you hadn’t been so sure. You’d never really spoken to them but Billy had thought they were good kids, just a bit… odd. Yet, now, seeing them on the beach, you could understand where Jacob would’ve gotten that misconception. Sam and his friends were massive, Sam himself standing at almost 6’6” by the looks of it and the shortest member, the boy with the dimpled chin, cleared 6’0” easily. They were heavily muscled, each wearing cargo shorts and shirtless, and were rough-housing as they walked, bumping into each other and shoving each other as they approached your small group. The loudest of the boys, the one with the intense expression and the loud voice, shoved the smallest and laughed boisterously. Then, he looked over. And he made eye contact with you.

And he stared.

And stared.

Eventually, you grew uncomfortable, shifting uneasily on the small picnic blanket you were sitting on as you looked away, toward Sam. He was pulling the loud boy to the side, harshly whispering as the boy kept eye contact. You leant over to your friend, quietly asking which boy was which. You listened as she pointed them out; the one staring at you was Paul, and he was dangerous. You gulped, once again looking away and out toward the shoreline.

“Hey, mind if we join you guys?” Sam asked, approaching with his group and staring at you. The others also looked exclusively at you, though not as intensely as Paul, as though your answer was the only one that mattered. Shivering, suddenly cold, you nodded and looked down. “Hey, at least they’re hot,”one of the girls in your group muttered, and the tension was broken. You burst into laughter, snorting as you held your sides. At least you weren’t feeling uncomfortable anymore, even if you did feel a little dorky. You glanced up through your lashes and Paul was still staring, though less intensely, a soft gleam in his eyes and a small, genuine smile on his lips.

That was the beginning of your relationship with Paul.

You woke up to loud pounding on your front door. Racing down the stairs, you skidded to a stop in the front hall, making eye contact with Bella. Fucking Bella Swan was at your door at 6 in the morning, pounding furiously and looking like death warmed over. You sighed, resigned to not getting to sleep in on a Saturday, and opened the door slowly.

“There’s something wrong with Jacob!” Bella exclaimed. She looked haggard, eyes ringed with deep purple bags and pale skin looking almost translucent. Her hair was ragged and greasy, hanging limply around her wan face, clothes baggy and dirty. She looked like shit. Maybe Jacob broke up with her?

“Okay, and why does that involve me?” You said, leaning against the door jamb and staring off into the distance, squinting at the pale morning light.

“You’re his girlfriend, he’s bound to listen to you!” She cried, thin clammy hand clutching at your wrist as she tried to tug you toward her red rustbucket of a truck.

You remained unmoved, now glaring at her. “No, Bella, I’m not his girlfriend, we haven’t been together for over a month, and I haven’t seen him in over a month and a half. He spent all his time with you; why would he listen to me now?”

She paused, hearing the hurt hidden in your voice and glancing up into your eyes for the first time all morning.

“Wait… you broke up? But Jacob loves you!” She said, voice weaker than before, almost a whisper.

“Yeah, well, he cared about you more. But, I guess if he’s in trouble, fine. What do you need me to do?”

Jacob’s yard looked exactly the same as you remembered it. That made you feel oddly sad, like you’d subconsciously expected it to reflect Jacob’s sadness at you leaving. Yet, it remained the same, just as it was before you’d ever come into his life. Had you really had such a small impact?

Bella was already out of the truck, running toward Paul and the others as they sauntered toward the house from the tree line. You sprinted to keep up, knowing she was going to say something and futilely trying to prevent it. When you reached them, she had shoved Paul and was accusing the boys of hurting Jacob, whatever that meant. Paul was shaking, literally trembling, as his muscles jumped and leapt under his skin. It looked like his skin was… moving as he puffed in effort. “Paul?” you tentatively approached, drawing closer as he leant over, panting as his shoulders jerked. “Shit!” Sam cursed, leaping forward to pull you back and away from Paul. You kicked and struggled as he picked you up, trying to get back to Paul. Couldn’t they see he was sick?!

Suddenly, Paul was gone, and in his place was… a giant wolf. It was like he’d been cut out of the world and replaced. What had happened to Paul?

“Bella!” Jacob shouted, vaulting over the porch fence. His skin seemed to split open, replacing by rapidly growing fur, and his face elongated as his nose broke and became discolored. By the time he hit the ground, he was a wolf. Were you hallucinating? You felt faint, leaning heavily against Sam, who shifted to support your weight and drag you away from the fight. Both wolves were now circling each other, growling and barking, trying to nip at each other's flanks. You felt like you were receding from your body, like you weren’t real. Everything felt far away, and your ears rang. Then, you passed out and went limp.

You jerked awake with a gasp almost as soon as Sam caught your full weight, shifting to lift you up into his arms.

“Paul!” he called, and the wolf who had replaced Paul looked over, eyes wide and sad as he saw your trembling form. Then, the wolf was gone and Paul was standing in its place, quickly pulling on clothes as Embry passed a pair of shorts to him. He cursed lowly and jogged over, grabbing you from Sam’s arms and holding you close. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over, like a prayer.

He sent you down gently, still holding you close to his chest, enveloping you in his soft warmth as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. The world went quiet and all was right, until Jacob interrupted the two of you by shoving Paul.

“Get the fuck away from her, you piece of shit!” He yelled out, punching Paul hard in the nose and causing a spurt of blood to leak out. Paul cursed again and spat out a mouthful of blood, growling lowly. “You don’t get to say that, asshole! You broke her heart, you have no right to tell her what to do!” Paul returned, standing his ground as Embry and Jared tried frantically to stop the fight from continuing.

“That doesn’t mean you can put her in danger!”

“I didn’t! She didn’t know until your little girlfriend came along and started shit!” Paul bellowed, gesturing at Bella, who was shrinking into herself behind Jake.

“Don’t bring her into this! This is about your shitty control, Paul! Don’t blame Bella for you not being able to handle a little pressure!”

“Stop!” Sam said, getting in between the two. “Jacob, you go blow off some steam. Don’t come back until you’re calm. And Paul…” Sam continued, trailing off as everyone looked at you. “Just… Just explain everything, okay?” He said, sighing and rubbing his forehead to fight away the growing headache.

Paul turned to you, opening his mouth to speak.

And that was the day you learned about shifters.

#twilight x reader #paul lahote x reader #jacob black x reader #lethwrites

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hoonigiris · 4 months ago

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— things we never said

s. jaeyun x gn!reader

wc: 1.8k genre: angst (i think) content: exes!au, mentions of alcohol consumption, aespa's ningning and winter cameos for naming purposes only. normal people inspired. misc. notes: thank you to the jake fuckers (@gluion @mosviqu) for being my motivation to 1) write this drabble and more importantly 2) Finish this drabble. kept you in my thoughts when i wrote this xoxo. also a specific thank you to @sungbeam for being the first person to read it in full. and lastly, a special thank you to paul mescal for being just the perfect amount of pathetic i needed in bbc's miniseries normal people.

synopsis: in which it's heeseung's wedding, jake's had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say.

jake’s shoes squeeze too tight around his toes.

realistically, through the haze of the alcohol, he knows he should be worried about other things. maybe any other thing, like how he needs to figure out how to get this champagne stain out of his shirt before his company dinner on friday, or how the bass of the dj's last set is still ringing in his ears, or how he's pretty sure this little escapade would probably qualify as date-ditching, considering the way yizhuo has been texting him 'where r u??' for the past twenty minutes.

jake's head buzzes, the aftertaste of his last beer resting firm on his tongue. in retrospect, perhaps the fourth glass he filled right before they cut the cake was one too many, but it’s too late to regret it now. the glass is sitting empty on the table, and instead of being out on the dance floor with the rest of his friends, jake is here—under the gazebo, heart in throat, phone in hand. his thumb hovers over the contact, still saved, and stares for a long time.

he shouldn’t. he knows he shouldn’t.

(not that it really matters. knowing better and doing better are two things jake has never been very good at keeping the same.)

he hits call.

the dial rings and rings and rings. jake can’t tell if he’s breathing or not, he just keeps listening to the endless tinny trilling. and then—

“hello?”

“hi.” his voice catches. “it’s me.”

you pause, the silence crackling over the speaker. “what’s up?”

jake’s throat goes tight, tongue heavy as he tries to fumble his way around his words. your voice is just like he remembers, intimately close even from the speaker. he wonders what he can say, to make up for the months of not speaking to each other. how are you? how’s work? do you still set 5 alarms in the morning before you have to wake up so you can enjoy the feeling of going back to sleep?

“it’s heeseung’s wedding today,” he says eventually. you didn’t show up.

there’s a beat of silence, before:

“i know,” you reply gently, the silent accusation he doesn’t mean to throw landing softly between the two of you. “i already called him this morning to say congratulations. there’s a wedding gift that should be shipped soon, actually,” you continue, as if it makes your absence any better. “i think he’ll like it, you know. he’s been talking about getting that coffee grinder on his wedding registry before that registry even existed—”

“y/n.”

the line goes completely quiet, like you’re bracing yourself for what he could say next. normally he would leave it be, set down the phone and apologize and go back to the venue to celebrate with the rest of his friends. but right now, jake is drunk, and his head hurts, and all the sounds ring around him and merge together into a single sound, pressed tight against his ear. his chest feels rubbed raw, the burning question flickering and coming out all in a rush. “did you not come because of me?”

“jake,” you chide, almost immediately. he missed the way you say his name, even like this. “you know that’s not it.”

he laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck, feeling scolded. just like old times. “isn’t it?”

there’s a disapproving noise on the other end, like you take offense in him even having doubts. “you know i wish i could have been there.”

jake hesitates, just a little. it’s a stupid thought, and it would be even stupider to say, but he supposes he should keep the streak going, since he’s already started tonight. “you could still come.”

you let out a small laugh, entertaining the thought. “yeah?”

jake nods, as if you can hear it. maybe you can. maybe you didn’t have to, to know. “yeah, the night is still young. i’m sure everyone would be happy to see you again—you could come right now, if you really wanted to.”

“and do what, exactly?” you tease.

he shrugs, smiling. “give a belated toast? we all gave one, you know.”

“oh, and heeseung agreed to that?”

“as if he could stop us,” jake counters. “we had to make sure the bride knew what she was marrying! one embarrassing story from each of us!”

“and pray tell,” you say, bemused, “what story did you share with the audience? no wait—let me guess.” you hum, as if tapping your chin for the exaggerated effect. “the time he tried to flirt with that senior in the library and fell on his ass because he missed the chair? or the time when—oh! what about when he got drunk and wanted to get matching tattoos with everyone and then started crying the second it started cause it hurt so bad?”

“no, actually,” jake laughs. “sunghoon and jay already took those. mine was about when he accidentally hit on riki’s mom the entire night and found out the morning after.”

“you better have turned those stories into anecdotes about how happy their marriage is going to be,” you warn wryly.

jake waves you off. “sunoo and jungwon got the sentimental part. we were in charge of making sure minjeong knew what she was getting herself into.”

you sigh exasperatedly, something rustling on your end. maybe the papers you were reorganizing on your desk, or the tinfoil on the table as you tried to heat up a late night snack. “so much for adulthood—all you boys are the same.”

the same. as if he wasn’t here and you weren’t there, so, so far away.

“you could still come.” jake repeats. it’s a sobering effect. at least, he’d like to think so, but he’s still trying his hardest for his tongue to not stumble over some words, and he can’t look at the fairy lights adorning the top of the gazebo for too long before his head starts to pound again.

“you could tell your favorite memory of heeseung to make up for ours,” he continues, “write down your congratulations on the wedding book yourself. they’re even playing your favorite song right now, you could come and show everyone how it’s done.” jake fumbles with the ring on his index finger, twisting it with his thumb. the heel of his shoe scuffs once into the wood below his feet. it’s all too tight. “come—have fun. we could even pretend not to know each other.”

the line goes quiet. a breath drawn. and then, softly, “i would never pretend to not know you, jake.”

he blinks, swallowing hard. it would be funny, if it weren’t so sad, the way jake was the one who called you, yet he’s the one without anything to say. rather, the things he wants to say, he can’t. you would have cried at the vows, he thinks. the exchanging of promises at the altar, rings slipped onto each other’s fingers. you were always soft for those kinds of things.

(everyone looked at heeseung and minjeong when they said their vows. the words creep up his throat; he pushes them back down. i thought of you instead.)

jake is sure everyone knows, to some degree, at least. it’s why heeseung looked at him a little strange when he saw his date at the entrance, why everyone seemed to avoid mentioning your name like the plague around him. it’s not for lack of trying—moving past you. it’s why he brought yizhuo along in the first place, why he’s been doing everything he can to distract himself, why he’s been trying his best to not think of you again.

but tonight was different. tonight, where all his friends are gathered to celebrate, and the alcohol in his system warms his skin as the evening air grows chilly, and everyone he loves is here within reach except for you, jake finds that he’s still admitting it to himself, even months after.

(i miss you. more words he can’t say to you anymore. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)

“sorry,” he says eventually. jake isn’t really sure what for. maybe all of it.

“i…” you start out, but it trails off into silence. maybe it would have been an apology to match, but he thinks you knew it wouldn’t have sounded right either. there wasn’t really anything left to say. jake is here, and you’re there, and that distance isn’t really something either of you can fill anymore.

across the garden, jake can hear his name echoing across the venue. he’s pretty sure it’s sunoo, telling him to get his ass on the dance floor to get down to the dj’s newest rendition of apple bottom jeans, but it all sort of meshes together between the bushes and the trees.

“you should go,” you say lightly. “dance off the rest of the alcohol so you don’t wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow.”

you knew. jake burns a little out of embarrassment, feeling a bit like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. he doesn’t know what’s worse, the fact that you could tell he was drunk from the beginning, or the fact that this meant you knew the first person he thought to drunk-dial was you.

“oh, don’t act surprised.” it’s a light-hearted jibe, but jake’s heart crawls up his throat and sits there, thick. “your pronunciation always gets sloppy when you’ve had too many drinks.”

of course you knew. you always did, like he never needed to say anything at all.

“you got me,” he responds, hoarse.

“what did you get this time? whiskey? margaritas? no way you got this drunk off hard seltzers—”

“beer.” sunoo calls his name again, closer, more insistent. “one too many.”

you laugh, and he wants to drown in it a little more, until he remembers it enough to not miss you anymore. “the great jake sim, taken down by an IPA.”

maybe he should thank it, if it got you to speak to him again. the skin sitting underneath his ring burns red. he needs to take off his tie. his shoes are still too tight around his toes. “i wish you were here.” maybe there were some things he needed to say, after all.

you smile, fond. he can’t see it, but there are some things about you he just knows, too. “bye, jake.”

but in the end, this is all there is to it: a him, and a you, and two versions of each other that you both can’t come back to. not anymore.

and that’s something that never needs to be said.

jake looks at the center of the altar, and he thinks he sees a glimpse of something else—the afterimage of love, a vision of two people left stranded from time. it disappears as quickly as it came. his breath hitches. there’s nothing left but this.

“bye, y/n.”

#enhypen x reader #jake x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen scenarios #jaeyun x reader #jake scenarios #enhypen angst

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warpquark · 9 days ago

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watching the jake paul mike tyson fight and ralph macchio and william zabka are there?? on a date??

#cobra kai #lawrusso

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aliesbienish · 2 months ago

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1 I neeed more parts to the study of wolves and 2 could I please request a Paul x reader where she’s trying to make him jealous by flirting with one the other pack members

Three strikes

God that man was annoying. Here you were itching for attention and Paul was paying you absolutely no mind, deep in conversation across the bonfire with Jared. The arse didn’t even save a seat beside him so now you were stuck listening to Sue and Billy discuss the merits of adding an eggs Benedict to the cafe menu versus replacing the omelets with it. Truly riveting dinner conversation.

This was either sheer ignorance or a cunning plan on his behalf. You were hoping it was the latter, getting back at you for teasing him and then leaving him high and dry the day prior. If it was just sheer ignorance your boyfriend clearly didn’t know you as well as he should.

That being said either way there was an easy solution. That solution came in the form of one Quil Ateara V. Polity excluding yourself from Sue and Billy’s conversation, which to be fair to them had gone up a notch when they moved onto preferred milkshake flavors, you made your way around the bonfire where Quil was sitting with Embry and Jake. Helpfully they were only a few people down from Paul, and easily in earshot with or without super wolf hearing.

“Hiya boys,” you greeted, plopping yourself down onto the sand in front of Quil. Standard greetings echoed from Embry and Jake.

“[Y/n], have I ever told you how beautiful you look lit by flames?” And there it was, thank you Quil you incorrigible flirt. Usually you’d brush it off, but not today.

“Thanks Quil. I’ve never noticed it before but the flames bring out the amber specks in your eyes. They’re gorgeous,”

Strike one. You heard a growl, but didn’t dare look at Paul instead focusing all your attention on Quil.

“I actually came over for nefarious reasons,”

“Did you now?”

“Oh absolutely. See I’ve heard you are the best at making smores out of everyone on the res. I want to learn your ways,”

An almost whine indicates you’ve thrown strike two. Your first date had included making smores in the small fire pit located in his backyard. Paul’s highly refined technique had been a point of arrogance, about time you got to use it against him.

“See the secret to a perfect s’mores is to always keep rotating the marshmallows to get it perfectly gooey. See?” Quil passed over a marshmallow for you.

“Genius,” you patted Quil’s arm, laying it on real thick. “I better test this out,” grabbing a piece of the marshmallow you made sure to get it over your fingers. Then eyeing Quil you placed your marshmallow covered fingers in your mouth and sucked.

“That’s it. We’re leaving,” Paul growled, stomping over and picking you up like you weighed nothing.

Strike three. He’s out.

Propped over his shoulder you couldn’t help smile and wave to the tribal members. Your plan worked, time to get the attention you deserve.

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Hope you enjoyed lovely Anon x

#twilight x you #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction #twilight imagine #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote x reader #paul x reader #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote

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bigtreefest · 10 months ago

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Masterlist

Series

Bucky Barnes

You Catch More Bees With Honey (Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Steve Rogers

The Rainmaker (Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Kill for Me (Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)

Good Things (lost love, bbf! Steve x reader) (coming soon)

Bodyguard Steve???

Stucky

Guardian Angel (Mafia! Stucky x Bodyguard! Reader) part of the Galvanized AU

Ari Levinson

Bigger Houses (Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader) a series based off Dan and Shay’s latest Album

Curtis Everett

Handiwork (Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader) part of the Outta Nowhere AU

Jimmy Dobyne

The Banes of the Ball (Jimmy Dobyne x Heiress! Reader)

Lloyd Hansen

Kill for Me (Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader)

Jake Jensen

Pressed Code (Mafia! Jake Jensen x Bodyguard! Reader) part of the Galvanized AU

One-Shots

Bucky Barnes

…just a quickie 🔥 Bucky can’t keep his hands off you an an event. It’ll be quick, he promises.

Steve Rogers

Sick of It ❄️💞 Steve looks good in everything and you’re sick of it

A Celebration Just For Us 💞 You want to celebrate Steve’s actual birthday

Jake Jensen

Touch My Butt💞❤️‍🔥 Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Wait Until We Get Home 🔥 (CT 2024) You promised Jake anything he wanted if he could keep his hands to himself until you got home

Marshmallow Dream 💞🔥 A rainy day can still be a good one if the right person knows how to turn it around. Jake’s Rough Days That Should Be Me

Can’t Fight the Moonlight 🔥💞 Your werewolf boyfriend can’t fight how badly he wants you when he sees you in your Halloween costume

In Your Arms ❤️‍🔥💞 Jake tries to treat you to a spa day on your honeymoon part of the Say I Do AU

Curtis Everett

From Both Ends 💞❄️ When work and responsibilities spill over, Curtis helps you clean it up

Morning Mewl 💞(PhD Candidate! Curtis) Curtis is nervous for his PhD defense

I’m So, So Proud of You 💞🔥 Curtis is proud of you for getting that job

Drip…and Lick 💞❤️‍🔥Curtis treats you to a truck bed date…and forgets to cut the watermelon

Pour Clueless Babes 💞❄️❤️‍🔥 (SB 2024) you and the broody bartender can’t help your want to be around each other

Why Not Both? 💞🔥 Curtis wants to treat you in your special day

A Well-deserved Treat 🔥 After a long day, you know exactly what Curtis needs

Comfort Cuddles in Bed💞

Ransom Drysdale

Meet the Parents 💞❤️‍🔥 You prep Ransom to meet your family

A What in Church? 💞🔥 (CT 2024) (can be read as a continuation of Meet the Parents or stand-alone) Ransom agrees to come to church with you and your family

Details 💞❤️‍🔥Ransom can’t help the way he pays such close attention to every detail regarding you

Rainy days and cozy sweaters 💞

Lloyd Hansen

Saint or Sinner? 🔥♟️ Lloyd wants to know how much it takes for a Saint to break

Ari Levinson

Whatever You Need 💞❄️ You want nothing more than couch cuddles with Ari after a long day

Sweet Coworker Ari and the car troubles

Bartender!Ari Thots

Andy Barber

Feral-ish Homecoming💞🔥

Paul Diskant

Moving Drabble ❄️💞Paul’s job stresses you out. Late nights and LA danger are too much

Random and Extras

Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration

The Great British Baking Show With the Babes

Movie Reviews

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Fic Rec Masterlist 2

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #ari levinson #masterlist #chris evans #sebastian stan #Curtis Everett #Jake Jensen #Lloyd Hansen #Jimmy dobyne

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sethsclearwater · 2 years ago

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requests: “could you do an imagine w embry (or any of the wolf pack boys) where their imprint doesn’t know abt the werewolf/vampire stuff and sees one of the pack members phase for the first time and freaks out a little bit? <3” and “can u pls do an imagine where embry and jacob get into a fight and they phase in front of reader and she totally freaks out and she’s paul’s imprint and he has to calm her down?”

warnings: paul getting on his knees for reader

notes: reader goes through all 5 stages of grief and then some lmao

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you found yourself at emily’s house, sitting outside on her porch with your boyfriend’s friends, waiting for emily and the rest of the girlfriends to get back from their trip to the grocery store. you had been dating paul for almost a year now and had been friends with his friend group for most of that time.

you were sitting on paul’s lap in one of the rocking chairs, curled in his lap as you listened to embry crack jokes about how he was making a fool of himself pining after bella. “jake man,” embry laughed, “you seriously gotta get it together. there’s no way they’re letting you stay in their tent - edward would be a clown if he let that fly.” he laughed again, referencing the camping trip the boys and the cullen family would soon be taking.

you giggled, attempting to hide your laughter in paul’s shirt. jacob rolled his eyes, getting up and walking off the porch and into the yard, “you don’t understand!” he yelled over his shoulder to embry who was still cracking himself up along with jared and quil, “she’s meant to be with me - i’m obviously the better choice than a leech!” he yelled and you missed the warning look sam shot him as you were too focused on how he looked like he was literally shaking he was so angry.

“she’s definitely not you clown!” embry called back, still getting a kick out of it. you sensed that something was wrong so you got off of paul’s lap, heading down the porch steps to follow him, paul calling after you when he realized what you were doing.

“jake-” you sighed, ignoring paul’s calls to you, only looking over your shoulder when you heard footsteps running down the porch followed by a loud growl. you looked back over to jake as he quite literally shifted into a giant wolf, almost exactly as the quileute legends had depicted at the council meetings. “paul,” you whispered anxiously, turning around and sprinting back towards the porch where paul was waiting looking just as shocked as you.

“paul!” you screamed again, running into his arms and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding your head to his chest as sobs racked through your body, neither of you sure how to respond to what you just witnessed.

“shhhhh…” he murmured, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, “you’re okay, you’re okay.” he cooed, slowly rocking you back and forth as you tried to catch your breath and figure out what was going on.

“what even was that- why did he-” you blubbered, looking up at paul as you let out another sob, fists tightening on his t-shirt as you held onto him tightly.

paul watched you sadly, continuing to hold you tightly to his chest as he tried to figure out what to say. he had zero plans of telling you about the wolves anytime soon, figuring the less you knew the better but now that all went to shit thanks to jacob.

“i didn’t want to tell you,” paul sighed, watching your facial expressions in an attempt to get a better reading of you but was left with nothing as you continued sobbing, tears rapidly streaming down your cheeks.��

“you weren’t gonna tell me that your friend turns into a giant wolf?” you exclaimed, not sure whether you should be mad at him or grateful. he clearly didn’t want to tell you because of the absolutely horrific reaction he correctly anticipated you’d be having.

paul sighed again, “i didn’t want to stress you out about it,” he explained softly, “between your classes and work and everything i didn’t think there was a good time to tell you.”

you whimpered, not sure how to respond so you just buried your face in the crook of his arm, hugging him just as tightly as he was holding you. you thought about it then, how his friend group was all so close, all of them were always at the council meetings suspiciously after they had their “glow ups” as you called it (or steroids as the rest of la push called it). the more you thought of it, the more things started clicking into place and you turned your head to look over at jacob, who was still a massive wolf, and the rest of paul’s friend group were surrounding him and trying to calm him down.

you froze then, slowly releasing your grip on paul’s shirt as you squirmed out of his grip, cautiously stepping back from him. paul watched you wearily, and by the look on his face, he knew you figured it out.

“y/n,” your name fell off his lips, both of you anxiously waiting for the other to say something, “i’m sorry.” he said softly, stepping closer to you but you stepped back, your back now pressed up against emily’s porch.

“don’t touch me-” you whimpered, anxiously looking around as you tried to figure out what your options were. you quickly realized there was no way you were going to outrun an entire pack of massive wolves with anger management problems.

in your anxiety you missed the heartbroken look paul had on his face, equally unsure of how to calm you down without intimidating you. “i’m not gonna hurt you princess,” paul attempted to reassure you, frowning as you looked back to him, looking up with tears still rapidly streaming down your face.

seeing you weren’t calming down and, if anything, were working yourself up more, he raised his hands so you could see his palms, slowly lowering himself to the ground until he was on his knees in front of you. you watched the notoriously proud man cautiously, slowly taking in a deep breath with him as you tried to recenter yourself so you could catch your breath.

your bottom lip warbled as you tried to calm yourself down, “paul-” you sobbed his name after a moment, quickly dropping down so you could sit on his lap, wrapping yourself around him when you realized he was being genuine when he said he wasn’t going to hurt you. paul let out an audible exhale, quickly wrapping his arms around you and held you tightly to his chest.

“shhh…” he cooed, “take some deep breaths princess.” he murmured into your hair, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your side and shoulder as he held you close to him.

you nodded, sniffling as you worked at calming yourself through deep breaths like he suggested, “there you go,” he whispered as he felt your breathing start to even out after a minute, “good job kitten.” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to the crown of your head.

after a few minutes you looked up at him, sliding your hands up his chest as you tried to figure out what to say, paul sensed your hesitence and slid one hand up your back and gently cupped your face in his hand, “are you okay?” he asked softly, watching as you slowly nodded, looking over to the rest of the boys who seemed to have calmed jacob down and were making their way back over to the two of you.

“none of them are gonna hurt you, i promise.” he reassured, sensing the jump in your heart rate when you saw the boys walking back over.

you slowly nodded again, looking back over to paul, “so you…” you trailed off, not sure how to ask your boyfriend if he turned into a massive werewolf.

“turn into a wolf? yea.” paul finished for you, thumb brushing the stray tears off your cheeks. “it was right after we started going out - i didn’t know how to tell you without scaring you.” he continued, offering you a sad smile when you nodded, wrapping your arms back around his neck and hugging him tightly to you.

you lifted your head when you heard the familiar sound of sam’s truck pulling into the driveway, emily and you made eye contact and she quickly jumped out of the truck, running over to you and paul. “oh honey,” she cooed, kneeling down in the dirt with you and paul. you leaned off paul for a moment to hug her which she quickly reciprocated. “he told you?” she asked softly, hugging you tighter when you nodded against her shoulder.

“finally!” kim and rachel’s voices came from behind you. you let out a weak laugh, letting go of emily and shifting in paul’s lap to straighten yourself out as you brushed away your stray tears with the back of your hand.

“what happened?” leah’s voice came from beside you as she kneeled next to her cousin, also watching you wearily.

“embry,” sam emphasized before continuing, “called jacob a clown and he shifted in front of her.” he explained as the rest of the boys came over, everyone sitting down by you and paul.

“sorry,” embry mumbled sheepishly, both of you letting out soft laughs at how stupid jacob’s anger was, “i didn’t think he was crazy like that!” embry added, causing a few laughs to erupt from everyone else.

paul gently ran his hand up your back, offering you a soft smile, “you feeling better?” he asked softly and you nodded, taking another deep breath with him.

“billy is gonna lose his mind when he hears what went down-” quil laughed, “the council meeting tonight is gonna be so much fun!” he exclaimed, the rest of the pack laughing in agreement.

you sniffled as you let out another giggle, “why don’t you two go back to your apartment and get ready and then we’ll meet you there?” emily suggested thoughtfully, giving your hip a soft squeeze.

paul nodded, “you okay with that?” he asked you softly, the corner of his lip pulling into a smile when you nodded, “okay let’s do that then.” he cooed, getting up with you in his arms.

you peeked over your shoulder, waving goodbye to the boys, embry, quil, and jared blowing you kisses causing you to giggle as paul led you over to his car.

by the time the council meeting came around that night you were able to calm yourself down, take a shower, and get changed into something comfortable so you could hear the legends with a new, more accurate perspective.

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Always & Forever Eight - Marshall Mathers x Reader Series

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Pairings: Marshall Mathers x Fem!Reader Series

Synopsis: They loved each other with every fibre and being. They knew that they were meant to be together, but it seemed like every obstacle came in the way. She was twenty-one, he was forty and they knew that it would be hard. Therefore, they promised forever and always as they were meant to be together despite every turmoil that came their way.

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol, Drugs, Pregnancy, Abuse, Abortion & Angst. This is a very brutal chapter, please be warned.

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Y/N woke up to her phone dinging like a madman.

“Answer the damn phone, woman,” Marshall whispered nuzzling his face into her back as his arm wrapped tightly around her. She glanced over to see Marshall lying naked behind her which brought a smile to her face. Her fingers brushed his tattooed arms before grabbing her phone. Opening it, her face instantly fell.

52 Missed Calls from Jake <3

102 Unread Messages from Jake <3

Then she saw a message from Meira.

10:02 a.m.

From Meira: Girl, I don’t know if you knew this yet, but your face and Marshall’s are plastered all over this morning’s tabloids.

Y/N opened the link that was sent to her by Meira. There she was…clear as day in Marshall’s arms as they walked to his car from last night.

Then the titles of every article:

Hip-Hop star steals Rockstar’s girlfriend

Spotted Eminem’s new girl?

Jake Keogh’s Girlfriend Cheating with Eminem

Eminem Dating Again?

“We are in the news,” she whispered.

“What?” he replied.

“We are splattered on every single gossip magazine,” she stated.

Marshall rolled off her and reached for his phone where he saw several missed calls from Paul. He got out of bed and grabbed a pair of pants before walking out the door to make a call. Y/N read the articles, seeing her name’s and Jake’s slander. Everyone knew their business all of a sudden. To her, she was nothing in the eyes of the world. She was private. She was never part of the limelight.

In all honesty, she never loved the limelight.

She hated drama class. She hated being the star of the team even though that was what got her into university. And, when it came to her art, she did not mind people seeing it, but she was not about praise.

Now, she laid in bed with her face on every gossip magazine from L.A. to New York City. However, Marshall…

Her sweet Marshall who was so private was now publicised with their relationship. Then there was Jake who now knew the truth.

He would know Marshall was Eminem.

He would know that she left with him.

He would know just how close she was to him.

He would destroy her.

Y/N was dating the next big thing in rock and roll, and she left with a hip-hop icon…now she would have to pay the price.

Closing her eyes, she opened the series of messages from her boyfriend which gave her context of exactly how he was feeling.

9:52 a.m.

From Jake <3: I have no words for your actions. I left your shit on the lawn. Never come back.

9:55 a.m.

From Jake <3: I’ve never hurt you the way you hurt me. You have broke me.

9:56 a.m.

From Jake <3: You’re a waste. A broken, unlovable, pathetic, fucking awful waste.

10:12 a.m.

From Jake <3: I am sorry. I love you. Come home, please.

Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If only Jake knew…

She slept with Marshall. She had sex with him. Passionate, devoted love making while her boyfriend did the opposite.

She loved to fuck but the way Marshall loved her last night…she was speechless. No one had ever treated her the way he did.

What does she do now?

Y/N got up and picked up her clothes on the ground. She changed back into her dress before walking out of the bedroom. Down the stairs, she stopped seeing a pacing Marshall in the kitchen as he yelled on the phone.

“Get it off the fucking internet!” he screamed. “I do not want my fucking face or hers on the news. This is a private matter.”

She listened as she stopped on the stairs.

He pinched his nose.

“She is nothing. Don’t worry. She won’t interfere.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed.

“Don’t worry. She is nothing to me. You won’t ever see her again.”

Nothing…she was nothing. And that stung.

Y/N continued to walk down the stairs and Marshall looked up from the kitchen to see her there. She sent him a small smile as he bid farewells on the phone before pocketing it.

“Y/N-“ he stated taking a step to her.

“I am going home. Bye, Marshall,” she said coldly as she grabbed her bag.

“Home? You’re going back to him?” he exclaimed taking another step, but she took another one back.

“Last night was a mistake,” she stated with confidence. “I was sad, and I took it out on you. I used you for sex because I,” she could not find the words but shook her head. “You just filled the void for a moment and now we should part ways.”

Marshall’s brows furrowed as his arms crossed over his chest. He stood in just sweatpants and shirtless. His muscles bulged for this action which made her swoon just lightly. However, she closed her eyes and turned.

“Why do you push everyone out of your life?”

“You just said I am nothing and now you want me to stay? Make your damn mind-“

"You’re being fucking abused, Y/N. Of course, I want you to fucking stay. I want you out of that damn house and out of his life-“

“Why did you just tell the person on the phone that I am nothing-“

“Because to the public you are! You’re nothing to me to the public but,” he took a step and reached for her hand which she allowed for him to take, “but behind doors you mean everything to me. I love you-“

“You don’t love me. You’re lonely. I am fun and young and filled with life. We cannot work, Marshall. We will not ever be anything because it will not work!”

“Do you love me?” he barked. “Honestly, tell me right now and if you don’t I will drop it. We can be friends. Because I told you…Y/N, I was honest-“

“I am in love with Jake.”

“And me?” he whispered.

“Marshall,” she begged, “you mean the world to me.”

No emotion. No emotion crossed or even flashed across his face instead, he had a hard stare before a curt nod. “Ok. That is fine,” he said so blatantly trying his best to not be offended. “However,” he said while licking his lips, “I cannot look at you in the eyes and love you when you do not love-“

“It’s not like I don’t love you, Marshall. I adore you, but I love Jake!”

“We had sex.”

“Which was a mistake-“

“I have never had sex like that before, Y/N. I gave you my everything and we whispered sweet-“

“Life is not that simple, Marshall. This life we live…we live separate lives! Why cannot you understand this? You’re Marshall Mathers-“

“Stop,” he said dropping her hand and pinching the bridge of his nose, “just stop lying to yourself.”

She shook her head. “I need to go home to my boyfriend,” she whispered, “he is waiting for me.”

“Are you going to tell him about us? About what happened?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Marshall. Goodbye.”

Y/N opened the door to her apartment and gently closed it. She did not want to get Jake’s attention, however, as soon as she closed the door, she heard her name.

“Y/N,” he said. Jake stood behind her with his arms crossed and a very sad eyes. “What happened last night?”

She took a breath and turned around. “Can I change and shower then we can talk?”

He nodded.

Y/N went to the bathroom and closed the door before stripping down. Standing in front of her mirror, a loud sigh came from her. Marshall left marks on her breasts and thighs. They did not just have sex once last night…they made love till the early morning. He kissed her in ways that she had never been kissed and a piece of her missed it.

However, she had a boyfriend and she loved him so much.

Y/N showered and changed before walking out and seeing Jake pour himself a coffee.

She stood away from him and he turned to face her. She looked down, finding the words. “I got scared and uncomfortable and the only person besides you who makes me feel safe is him,” she said slowly. “You were so high, Jake and I don’t know if you knew this but when you’re high you get aggressive and I did not-“

“Then tell me,” he whispered, “tell me-“

“You are not just doing recreational cocaine, are you? Tell me the truth.”

“How did you meet Eminem and why have you not told me you are friends with Eminem?”

“Because he is Marshall to me. Now tell me,” she stated, “the drugs need to stop.”

“It’s rock and roll, Y/N. It’s all fucking and getting high.”

“What is us then? Am I just a fuck and then you run to do drugs?”

“No, baby,” he mused as he came up to her, flicking her hair, “I want you. I want us.”

“Then stop the drugs.”

“Then stop seeing Marshall,” he countered. “That is the deal.”

Y/N looked at him and closed her eyes. Choices…what is the choice she needs to make? What choice does she make?

Y/N and Marshall’s relationship was comfort and safety, however, what could come out of it? It was clear Marshall wanted more, but Y/N could not give him that and she did not know why. Different words perhaps.

But her boyfriend…the man who she loved so much stood in front of her whispering words she did not want to hear but she wanted this relationship to work.

“If you ever touch me aggressively or violently again, I will leave you,” she spat.

“I am scared,” he whispered.

“To hurt me?” she whispered back.

“I love you so much. I am scared of hurting you again.”

“Don’t do drugs then, Jake.”

“Then don’t see Marshall.”

“Deal.”

“What happened last night and do not lie?” he whispered. “Tell me the truth. I won’t be mad. I will forgive you.”

"Marshall picked me up and dropped me at Meira’s.”

And Jake believed it.

December 2012

Marshall had not heard from Y/N since. She blocked him again is what he figured. However, as he sat in therapy, he had learnt that he simply had to move on. She was a test in his world; however, his therapist was serious when she said, “You live different worlds…different stages of life which means you’re at different maturity levels.”

Is Y/N immature? She is young but not immature. She is learning the world around her. However, in the past few months, he had learned a lot about himself.

She was almost. Always on the verge of almost and yet, they were simply not destined to be together…right now. He concluded.

Therefore, he moved on. However, he was angry and Marshall loved to be angry. He could not control himself when he was angry.

Jake had been sober since that morning. He agreed to do a six-week rehab program and came out of it as a different man. He was better. He was tentative and kind. He was the Jake she fell in love with as they slow danced to Fleetwood Mac and she drew doodles on him. He was the Jake who kissed her with so much love and devotion as he whispered sweet nothings as he made love. He was the Jake that promised forever with her.

She was happy. She truly was, but she missed him. She missed Marshall.

However, old habits die hard, and she knew this was for the better.

Y/N never told Jake about the night with Marshall. She could never as it would ruin him. Everything he has worked for would be done. Gone. Then she would be alone and that was the terrifying part of it all.

She needed Jake like she needed oxygen.

However, the scariest thing happened to her…

Jake was gone for a week for promotion of his album which meant Y/N was home alone. She missed him dearly, but sometimes she needed time away from him as their apartment was so small. However, the idea of even seeing him placed the fear of God in her when she found out what happened next.

When Y/N told Meira she missed her period and her breasts were starting to get more tender…when saying it out loud, both knew what that meant. Y/N could be pregnant. However, she was on the pill and was adamant about taking it every day.

She could not have a baby right now. She was on the verge of graduating. She was on the verge of starting her life. Everything was falling perfectly…Jake was talking about marriage and about buying a place. Things were slowly moving in a way that she wanted.

However, Meira came rushing through the door with the CVS bag of the dreaded stick. Handing it to her, she bid her good luck.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“Because I can’t know the truth. I have never thought-“

“Don’t overthink. Take the test and we will take it from here.”

Y/N nodded and took a deep breath before walking to the bathroom. Sitting down, she unwrapped the box before staring at the test. Here goes nothing…

Three minutes. Three whole minutes of her waiting on her bed with Meira next to her. Her hand was shaking as she looked up at the ceiling, waiting for the timer to go off.

“I cannot look,” she whispered as she glanced at the time.

30 seconds…

Meira took the test from her and glanced down. Y/N was breathing heavily, leg bouncing up and down as she tried her best to calm down.

“Tell me,” she whispered, “just tell me.”

“Pregnant,” Meira said.

Y/N let out a loud whine before looking down at the test. There it was…clear as day…the line was there. Pregnant…she was pregnant.

Then it hit her…how would she tell Jake? He was just starting his career. She was graduating. They could not do the whole baby thing.

But, as her mind began to question the situation, something hit her.

How far along was she?

Because six weeks ago she slept with someone who was not her boyfriend.

“Fuck,” she whispered, “fuck, fuck, fuck…” Y/N got up and placed the test down. “We need to get an appointment fast.”

Meira raised a brow. “Why?”

“Because,” how was she going to say this, “I cheated on Jake six weeks ago.”

Meira’s jaw dropped; her eyes widened as she took a deep breath. “Who?”

Y/N closed her eyes and pursed her lips. “Marshall.”

“Messy,” Meira said, “very messy.”

Y/N nodded. “I think we have one option in this situation, and I am not proud to do what I will be doing next.”

“It is for the best.”

“Jake or Marshall can never know.”

“Promise.”

A week later…

Y/N was brushing her hair as she got ready for bed. Jake was home from his promotion trip and was strumming something on the bed while writing in his journal. It was peaceful and lovely routine. A tune was being hummed as she placed her brush down and went to grab her toothbrush.

Jake’s phone rang in the background as he answered it. Y/N walked out of the bathroom in her tee and underwear, however when she glanced at her boyfriend his face hardened. The phone was placed to his ear as someone spoke to him. However, as the phone call continued Y/N saw anger flash across his face before his jaw clenched and his hand hardened against the phone.

Y/N rose a brow and whispered, “What?”

Jake got off the phone and placed it down next to him.

“You have a lot of fucking explaining right now, Y/N?” he bit. “A whole lot of explaining and if you do not tell me the truth, I will know.”

“What?”

“Did you sleep with Marshall?” he said it so coldly and calculated.

“We have gone over-“

“Did you?” he said slowly. “Sleep…have sex…fucked…Marshall Mathers also known as Eminem?”

“Why are we-“

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Eminem just dropped a track.”

Then he pressed play on his phone and a beat filled the room. She instantly recognised the voice when it began to rap. However, as the lyrics came together Y/N instantly had to grip onto the wall. Everything…everything was said.

He dissed Jake to the point where her business was just released. The whole song talked about him, how he abuses his partners and lives a life of drugs and alcohol. Then, the final line was simple, but it stung.

“Oh, by the way, Keogh, I fucked your bitch.”

Y/N blinked a few times before swallowing.

“Jake,” she began, and he shook his head.

Jake got up and walked over to her and grabbed her face with his hand, looking down. “Did you fuck him?” he spat.

Y/N grabbed his bicep but his hand tripped and wrapped around her throat. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around her throat.

“Tell me.”

All she did was nod, closing her eyes.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” she mewled. “I did.”

Jake dropped his hand and looked at her.

“When?”

“The night I left with him.”

“Was it good?” he barked. “Was it the best sex you ever had?”

The truth…yes it was, however, she could not say that. Therefore, she stayed quiet.

“I am loyal to you. I have had every fucking opportunity to fuck other women more beautiful and skinnier than you, but I stayed loyal as I love you. I ask for the same with you. I got off drugs, I went to rehab…I became a better person, but you,” he stated, “you’re fucking a worthless piece of pussy.”

She knew the signs…she knew what was going to happen and all she did was close her eyes. Then she began to laugh. She started to throw her head back and gripping the wall laughing.

“Are you mocking me? Why are you laughing, Y/N?”

“I think this is hysterical. This is iconic and ironic and overall, a Greek Tragedy. Little me falling in love with the bad boy who has behavioural and anger issues and is also in love with another man! Then she goes on to have this toxic and abusive relationship with this bad boy, fucks the man she is actually in love with and feels so guilty for it…all to find out that you’re nothing but a piece of shit.”

Jake’s face scrunched up. “You love him?” he spat.

But she continued to laugh. “I fucked Marshall so good for so long and I cried, screamed and moaned his name as I whispered sweet nothings about how much I loved him. Then I ended my relationship with him because I love you.”

Jake’s face hardened; his hands balled up in fists as he listened to her.

“He fucked me so much better than you and I bet, he won’t fucking hit or hurt me because he truly loves me. Love should not be pain!”

Jake pushed forward, grabbing her as he screamed, “You’re mine!”

“I am not yours. I am not an object.”

Jake slammed her into the wall before cradling her in. “I can do whatever and say whatever I want as I am a man and you’re my woman.”

The pain she felt, but she did not care. His hand went around her throat, pushing her into the wall further. The restriction became tighter as he screamed at her.

“Jake,” she whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Do you know how much I fucking love you?” he growled. “I am fucking in love with you, Y/N and I will be damned if we are to be torn apart. We belong together.”

His nose was against hers, forehead so close as he looked down at her as if she was nothing because she was. Y/N was his puppet, his warm body to fuck and claim while he went around the world and conquered it. This was the reality of this relationship.

She closed her eyes and let the tears flow.

What next now? She was already in so much pain.

“Do you know? Do you know how much I love you? You just don’t let me fuck you the way you want me too? Then you go and give it to someone else like a whore. Fucking whore,” he roared.

Jake looked her up and down before his hand grasped her hair. He pulled it back, so her head was tilted, eyes looking up to his towering frame. Cheeks stained, lips trembling, they connected eyes before Jake spat on her.

“Whore. That is all what you are therefore I will treat you like one.”

“No,” she whispered. She knew the ending. She knew it.

Y/N felt his lips on hers as his hands worked to rip off her clothes. “Every step, every breath, every second I lived on this Earth, I am thankful for because no matter how fucked up it was…it led me to you.”

She began to cry against him, however he weighed so much more than her and so much taller. She closed her eyes as the pain took over her. Something broke in that moment. Everything broke and she was feeling deranged like nothing. She was nothing in that moment.

Y/N was left broken, crying, bruised, naked and alone.

Y/N woke up on the floor the following morning. The pain she felt was excruciating. She grasped the bed, pulling herself up as she tried to find her phone. Barely able to walk, she held onto the wall as she searched her room.

Jake was gone. He left soon after. She guessed he was going to get high.

Y/N knew what she needed to do. She needed to go to the hospital. She was still pregnant… Sitting down, she cried there as she never felt so alone in her life.

It clicked then and there: the abuse, the isolation from friends, the pain, the control, the manipulation…

She had no one to call at this moment as no one felt safe.

However, she reached for her phone and called her best friend. Two rings before Meira picked up.

“Hey girl!”

She winced closing her eyes.

“You there, Y/N?”

“Meira,” Y/N croaked out. “I need you to come and take me to the hospital. Can you do that?”

“What?” she exclaimed. “What happened? Are you ok? What is happening? Where is Jake?”

Another wince.

“I need you to come and drive me to the hospital right now. Please. No questions.”

“See you soon.”

Meira took Y/N to the hospital where a sexual assault kit was performed on her. Meira found her on the floor covered in bruises. It was all too much and instantly; Meira knew what happened and who did it. She cried when she saw her, but Y/N told her this was not the time to do this.

Y/N lay in the hospital bed as Meira came back in. She held two coffees, but Y/N did not care in the moment. Nothing mattered.

“I called your mom,” Meira said as she placed the coffee beside her.

Y/N slowly turned her head and looked at her friend. “Why?”

“Because,” Meira sat next to her, “something traumatic happened and you need your mom. She is on the first flight here.”

Y/N looked at her friend and shook her head. “But I am fine. I am-“

“You’re not fine. You were,” Meira whispered the word, “assaulted by your boyfriend.”

“Where is my phone?” she whispered, and Meira handed her phone to see a series of missed calls and texts from Jake. Swallowing, she closed the phone. “Block him,” she stated before handing the phone over. “And tell him to get his shit out of my house.”

Meira took the phone and set the message up before sending it.

“You should talk to Marshall,” she said, “he would be worried-“

“He is the reason I am here,” Y/N said sternly. “He wrote the track; he released it and he said things that he knew would hurt me.”

“He cares though,” Meira argued, “you can see it in his eyes.”

Y/N shook her head. Meira knew the stories…the sex…the words spoken…the feelings. However, her friend could not understand why Y/N could not see this. It was clear…they were in love with each other.

“We are just friends. If he would have me as a friend. I completely blocked him out of my life,” Y/N said.

“You are friends, who speak like lovers but you’re too scared to admit how much you love one another due to society.”

“That is not how it works. I,” Y/N sighed, “I thought Jake was the one,” she whispered. “Then he did this.”

“But it is not the first time?” Meira whispered. Y/N shook her head. “Call him.”

“I cannot just jump into another relationship,” Y/N said. “As much as I love,” she whispered, “Marshall. I just cannot.”

“Call him.”

“I can’t. I pushed him away. I got rid of him. It is my fault. I picked someone over him, and he is mad…” she rambled.

Meira took her phone and pressed his contact and brought it to her ear. Two rings before his voice rang though.

“Y/N?” Marshall said through the phone.

“Hey, Marshall. It is Meira. I have Y/N here and she desperately needs to talk to you.”

Meira handed the phone to Y/N but before she said anything, she whispered, “What do I tell him?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Y/N nodded and brought the phone to her ear. She took a deep breath and said, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he said back. Meira got up and pointed to the door and Y/N nodded knowing she was leaving.

“I just want to say I am sorry,” Y/N began, “you were right about him.”

There was movement on the phone, a rustling before he whispered, “What did he do?”

Y/N sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to tell you because you will hurt him.”

“What did he do?” he said again, slowly.

“Marshall,” she warned.

“Please, tell me, Y/N.”

Y/N looked away from the window and closed her eyes letting the tears flow. “I am in the hospital.”

There was a sharp intake of breath. “What unit are you in? What room and number? I will be there in thirty.”

Y/N told him before he hung up.

Exactly thirty minutes on the dot, Marshall arrived. Y/N was in the bathroom with the nurse, helping her before walking out. He stood in the doorway and his face instantly fell when he saw her.

“Doll,” he cooed as the nurse helped her to the bed.

“Come, give me a hug,” Y/N said, and he walked to her before wrapping her in a hug, “not too tight please even though I love your hugs.”

Marshall nodded as her face went to his neck and his arms rubbed circles on her back.

“God, I missed you,” Y/N whispered.

“I missed you more.” Marshall pulled away and helped her into the bed, wrapping her in the covers.

She was still dressed in hospital clothes as Meira and her were too scared to go back to the apartment. Therefore, she was stuck in the paper-thin and uncomfortable outfit. Y/N sat in her bed as Marshall pulled a chair to be next to her.

“What happened?”

“You were right,” Y/N whispered, “he is a dangerous man and he hurt me really badly.”

He nodded, leaning onto his knees with his hands clutched together. “What did he do?”

“He hurt me.”

“What did he do?” he said again.

“I don’t want to tell you, Marshall, because you will hunt him down-“

“He abused you. He hit you. Did he throw you against walls? You have bruises around your throat. Did he choke you? Did he sexually assault you too?” he rambled but his voice was stern and getting louder.

However, all Y/N could do was reach for his hand. “He is done.”

“Are you going to place charges? Because I think you should. I will get you a lawyer-“

Y/N shook her head. “It is not worth it. I don’t ever want to see him again.”

Marshall’s face hardened before licking his lips. “Y/N. If you want my opinion-“

“I don’t. I have my own,” she said. “It is not worth chasing ghosts.”

“Is he a ghost though?” he asked.

Y/N looked at him then down to his hand which was holding her. “Marshall, you don’t have to be here.” She was changing the subject.

“But I want to be here.”

“Marshall,” she said again, “you wrote a diss track about me.”

Instantly, a sharp intake breath. Then he sighed. “I needed you to hear me. Hear the truth,” he stated. “I needed to work through my emotions too. Y/N, I loved you. I really wanted it to be you so badly, but you turned me away making me understand that you did not want me. Maybe in another world, you would have chosen me.”

Her heart broke instantly…he loved her. Past tense.

“You wrote a diss track. You ruined his reputation. Everyone knows-“

“That Jake Keogh assaults his girlfriend. I don’t regret it. People needed to hear how much of a dick he is, and you needed a wake-up call about the truth of your relationship,” he stated with passion almost spitting the words.

“Jake heard the song and then he attacked me,” she whispered.

He was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. Y/N looked up to the door to see her doctor with a machine next to her.

“Hi, Y/N. I brought the ultrasound machine so we can check up on your baby,” she said before she glanced to Marshall. “Oh, sorry. Did not know you had company.”

Marshall let go of her hand when he heard those words. “Baby?” he remarked. Y/N turned to look at him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered almost ashamed of the fact. Then she looked at Dr. Davis. “Let’s get this over with,” she stated.

Dr. Davis nodded as she came in with the ultrasound machine. “Do you want your friend to stay?” Dr. Davis asked.

“I would like to stay, but you can decide,” he said.

Y/N nodded. “He can stay,” she stated.

“Ok,” Dr. Davis said as she pulled the ultrasound machine next to the bed before setting it up. “Let’s roll up your shirt,” she hummed.

Y/N pulled her her shirt just below her breast as Dr. Davis placed the cold gel on her stomach. She winced as she felt the cold sensation. Marshall grabbed her hand, holding it and giving it a squeeze. The doctor placed the probe on her stomach and began to move it around. Marshall watched intensively while Y/N looked away waiting for it to be done.

“There,” she hummed, “there’s your baby.”

Y/N looked at the screen and she saw the moving fetus. Her heart warmed silently but she knew her decision.

“It’s ok? Even with the impact?” she asked.

“We will need to do more testing-“

“No need. I know what I want,” Y/N said with confidence.

Marshall’s brows furrowed.

“Ok, which is that?” Dr. Davis said.

“I want to terminate it,” she replied.

Dr. Davis nodded. “Are you sure-“

“I am sure.” Y/N knew that the possibility of this baby not being Jake’s was possible. Her possible baby daddy could be Marshall. Y/N knew that the chances of her getting pregnant on the pill were slim and was even slimmer with her endometriosis.

“I thought you could not have got pregnant because of your disorder,” Marshall said.

“Well, it is possible but just slim.”

He nodded. “Thought you were on birth control?”

“I am. I don’t know how this happened.”

Dr. Davis interrupted, “Y/N, you’re about six weeks. Which means we can do a medical abortion. You take a pill called mifepristone which detaches the pregnancy from the wall of the uterus. You will insert the pull between your cheek and gums or inside your vagina for thirty minutes. You will take four pills. Once the pill takes action, you will have bleeding and cramping that is heavier and more painful than your period. There could be large clots or pieces of tissues,” she instructed. “Due to the assault and the abortion, I will require you to have counselling.”

Y/N took the information in and nodded. “I don’t need counselling.”

“Y/N,” Dr. Davis said, “please. You just went through a lot. Now, I have notified the police-“

“Why?”

"You did have a sexual assault evidence kit. We notified the police as there was an assault. However, you can report when you are ready.”

Marshall listened to all of this, and he had to control his emotions. That fucker hurt his girl and he was going to pay.

“I don’t want to report-“

“Y/N, please,” Marshall said.

Y/N looked over and he squeezed her hand.

“Ok, bring the police in.”

The police came in and Y/N answered the questions truthfully. Marshall stayed in the room and heard the story from beginning to end. His jaw was clenched, and his hand held hers tightly as she shared her story. His breathing began to get heavy as emotions filled him. He had never been in this position before and he generally did not know how to support him.

He wanted to end this motherfucker and his damn career.

This motherfucker had touched his girl and not in the correct way…he deserved nothing.

When the police left, Marshall had a dying question.

“It could be my baby,” he whispered.

Y/N closed her eyes as he said those dreaded words. He was correct, it could be his baby and yet, even if it was…she was not ready to be a mother.

“I know,” she whispered back.

“Then we can talk-“

“Marshall. I don’t want to be a mother right now. Please, can we move on,” she replied.

“The chances of you getting pregnant are slim, Y/N.”

“This baby could have brain damage or any form of damage from the assault. I am not ready for that, and it is not fair.”

He nodded and let go of her hand. “I am going to use the bathroom.”

Marshall got up and went to the bathroom that was connected to her room. As he walked up to the sink, he gripped the porcelain till his hands went white. His Y/N, his girl was in pain. She was hurt. She was…she was pregnant with his baby possibly.

Then that fucker bet her up.

Taking a deep breath, he rolled his head back as he tried to collect himself. He heard the whole story…how he slammed her, choked her and fucked her then left her alone on the floor.

He was going to fucking end him and that was final.

However, he knew if he did that he would end up in jail. He could not end up in jail. Marshall needed to figure out a way to end him and end him good.

Therefore, he made a call to Paul who called Interscope…

Chapter eight! Wow, I am so sorry for the brutal, intense chapter.

Hope you enjoyed though!

Let me know thoughts and opinions.

Much love,

Ava <3

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