#n nicky is like what the fuck are you doing here i said you guys couldnt take h- shit did you die ???!!!

[justablah56]

Imagine how messed up the kiddads would be if Terry died years pre-S2

icy don't do this to me

[concretecultist]

Broken Vows

summary: while trying to keep your head above water, Nicholas does the unforgivable.

pairing: fem!reader x nicholas ruffilo

THIS IS PURE FICTION!! Do NOT proceed if these themes are not of your taste.

warnings: ANGST, descriptions of postpartum depression, Mean!Nicholas, negative self talk/image, insecurities, infidelity, mentions of trouble trying to conceive, alcohol consumption

word count: 4.1k

A/N: i told you guys angst is my specialty 🥴 please be sure to comment and reblog 🩷

divider by : @djarrex

~Berry 🫐

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Nico was a gift to your lives. He was such a beautiful baby boy that you and Nicholas were beyond blessed to bring into this world.

With being together for 6 years, being married for 4 and trying for a baby for 2 of them, despite the difficulties, your baby boy is now here.

But while you can recognize how much you love your son, you just can’t seem to display it. When he cries, you panic and just watch him cry until Nicholas intervenes. There’s times where you can’t even hold him, not being able to accept the skin to skin contact.

In your mind, you were failing to be a good mother to him and it doesn’t help that Nicholas’ mind just seemed to be elsewhere. He doesn’t make eye contact, he doesn’t kiss you, he doesn’t hold you at night and he’s passive aggressive when it comes to your detachment regarding Nico.

At first he seemed to understand, until it was him waking up every time in the middle of the night to put him to sleep because you just stared at Nico in his crib, frozen, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to soothe him.

He was understanding at first until he had to buy formula because you wouldn’t pump, and when you did, it wasn’t enough to properly feed him. Your lack of good production stemming from the stress and not being able to take care of yourself, not eating, not hydrating, nothing.

“He needs his mom, Y/N,” Nicholas grabbed Nico from his crib, the upset infant instantly pacified and the blood curdling cries are finally quiet.

“I can’t bond with him, he doesn’t even know me as is mom!,”

“Because you’re not trying!,”

“I am,” you pull at your roots, speaking through gritted teeth, “I’m fighting for my fucking life here and you’re guilting me about it,”

Nicholas just sighed, he knows this isn’t easy. He had helped you get a therapist and he thought it’d at least help even a little bit. It’s been like this for a month.

“I’m not guilting you! But at the same time we have a son to raise, I know you’re trying, honey, but something has got to give. What are you going to do when we have to go on tour again?,”

“You said that wouldn’t be for a while!!,” you shriek, face wet as you panic, “Nicky, please, I’m not ready,”

You could see his jaw clench and you hate to see him so upset with you, so frustrated. Your mind and body were still healing and despite delivering Nico a month ago, your body just doesn’t feel like yours anymore, you’re confused and the idea that someone now needs you 24/7 was terrifying.

Maybe you were in over your head. Maybe there’s a reason it was so hard to conceive in the first place.

But alas, regardless of Nicholas’ frustration, he still helped get you to therapy, he helped you do some stretches to help get you grounded back into your body.

However, after a while the distance still grew. Once you were at a point where you could be alone with Nico, Nicholas was barely there.

He’d tell you he was leaving and wouldn’t come back until late.

It’s almost like he was punishing you.

Each night he’d come home, hop in the shower and climb in bed, turning his back to you.

Your marriage didn’t feel like a marriage anymore and you’re still waiting to feel that sense of family that so many people talked about.

There’s a night where Nicholas doesn’t come home at all. You’re messaging him, blowing up his phone with calls and voicemails, even going as far as calling the guys but even they’re not answering.

You were up all night crying along with Nico and the only reason he fell asleep is because he cried himself out. You sat in the same spot on the loveseat from sunset to sunrise, you haven’t slept a wink and when you hear his keys jingling, you become more aware of how you look.

Hair all over the place, Nico’s spit up all over your hoodie, dried tear streaks on your face and it just feeds the insecurities that you’ll never “snap back” like all the other moms on social media do.

“Where have you been?,” voice cracking

He doesn’t answer, he just walks past you as if you don’t exist.

“I asked you a question,”

“God, Y/N! Not right now,”

Your breath hitches as you take in his appearance, looking all partied out and hungover, hair up in a messy bun and his clothes all wrinkled.

“I stayed up all night waiting for you! I didn’t know where you were, you didn’t even answer, none of you did!,”

��I told them to turn their phones off,” he replied as if it was the simplest answer. As if he were answering ‘4… duh’ when asked what 2+2 equals.

The sound that escaped you sounded as if someone had their hands around your throat and you were fighting for your life.

“I needed you,”

“And I needed a break!,” the way he raised his voice had you rearing back against the couch cushion. He’s never raised his voice, “I have been taking care of Nico since the day he came home. I’ve been taking care of YOU, I’ve been bathing him, I’ve been bathing you, I’ve been feeding him and feeding you. I have a child and a wife, I’m not a single dad of two children!,”

All you can do is hold Nico close to your chest as Nicholas’ words soaked into your skin, making it hard for the air to reach your lungs, his words a colorless poison like carbon monoxide.

“Nicky…,” you whimper, “Don’t… don’t say that, I’m trying,”

“And I’m tired!!,” he’s still shouting and if he doesn’t stop, he’ll wake Nico and you can’t handle that right now, “I stayed out with the guys, we had a couple drinks and I crashed at Jolly’s and it was the first full nights rest I’ve gotten in a long time so no, I’m not going to apologize!,”

You just stared at him, scared of the fury that had taken over his once comforting eyes.

“I…,” you hiccup, “I’m… I’m sorry, I’ll be better,”

It finally clicks in Nicholas’ mind how he just reacted and his expression softened.

“Wait, honey. I don’t know why I just-,”

“It’s okay,” you smile through the tears, “I’m going to lay him down and take a shower,”

“I can help you,”

You slowly sit up to lay Nico down in his bassinet and you wrap your arms around yourself as a way to self soothe and make yourself seem smaller under his inquisitive gaze.

“N-no. I’ll be okay,” you try to walk past him but he reaches for your arm gently, slowly spinning you around but you avoid his eyes.

“I love you,” sighing in exhaustion, he says the three words you’ve been needing to hear for the longest. This hasn’t been easy for you either.

But there’s a twinge in his tone, almost as if he’s convincing himself.

You want to believe him, you want to relish the words that should have been coming out of his mouth unconditionally this entire time.

But there’s something deep within his eyes that reads he’s just saying it to placate you.

Not to mention, there’s a sweet smell coming off his clothes.

That of gourmand and ambroxan, like of a subdued jasmine soaked in a lactonic caramel.

It’s unfamiliar and it sure as hell doesn’t belong to you.

Despite getting better and working on your bond with Nico, Nicholas seemed to pull away more and more.

So for tonight, you cooked dinner and wore your favorite colored dress, a dress that he always complimented you in, it was his favorite of yours.

You wore a little make up to brighten up your eyes and make your skin seem hydrated and plump instead of dull and dry.

You had fed Nico and put him down for bed, just wanting some time alone with your husband. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him enter your shared home, bouncing on the balls of your feet while you stood beside the candle lit dinner on the table.

Except when he entered the dining room, he seemed so unamused. His eyes scanned down your body and to the table with little to no emotion.

“What’s this?,” he questions, setting his jacket on the back of the table.

“Well I figured we hadn’t had a date night in ages, we could use some alone time”

“Y/N…,” he pinched the bridge of his nose as if he was annoyed with the whole set up, “I don’t really have the energy for this right now,”

“It’s just…,” your eyes blink in confusion at his words, trying to hide the sadness. He didn’t even say how pretty you looked, “It’s just dinner, Nicky. C’mon just sit,”

Reluctantly, he did so. It was his favorite dish and yet he looked at it as if it was the most unappetizing slop on his plate.

He doesn’t know that his little expressions and lack of energy are killing your spirit but you’re set on trying.

“It’s your favorite,” you take a small bite, watching as he just sits there with his arms on either side of his plate, fiddling with his thumbs. He’s just sitting as if he’s trying to process something.

“I even baked a cake today! It was a new recipe I got it from this Facebook group I’m in. I was thinking after dinner we could take a bubble bath together like we used to and share a piece! Just like old ti-,”

“I slept with someone else,” he blurts out.

Your lips twitch and your ears start ringing.

“Heh… what?,” your motions come to a halt and the smile is no longer on your face. The candle flames seemed to stop flickering and the world outside seemed to still as you zeroed in on him, “What did you say?,”

He leans forward on the table, moving the plate to the side to rest his head in his hands.

“I slept with-,”

“No, you raise your head and look at me,” you demanded. This has to be some sort of sick joke. Sometimes the guys can take their jokes a little too far. This has to be one of them, right?

He sighed heavily, hands dropping to the table with a light knock as his inked knuckles bump against the mahogany.

Those beautiful eyes that you found a home in, stare back at you and you feel so lost now. Like you’re in a place that seemed familiar but you’re experiencing amnesia.

You know this place but it’s distorted.

“I slept with someone else,” he said clearer.

Your breathing seemed to pick up, thumb cramping from how hard you’re gripping your fork.

“It was a mistake. Y/N please believe me. I-,”

“I was at home… taking care of our baby, battling the PPD, overexerting myself to get back into shape so that you would still want me and your first thought is to sleep with someone else?,”

Your voice was eerily calm, robotic almost. Your fork clanks against the plate when you lose your grip. Everything is starting to feel numb.

“Honey-,”

“You don’t get the call me that anymore,” throat clenching around the words, trying to keep your composure.

“I was drunk,” he tried to justify.

“Did,” clearing your throat, “Did you at least use p-protection?,”

“I don’t think we should get into the details,”

A painful wail echoed throughout the house. You knew his answer. Your hand flies to your mouth to keep your cries in so you don’t wake Nico.

The distance. The perfume. His anger and frustration. It all made sense.

“I would have given you what you wanted,” you tremble at your own words, “I don’t care that I was healing. I would have fucking given you what you needed,”

“No,” He whimpered, “Honey, I don’t know what happened. I drank and you know I don’t drink and it just-,”

Another woman… experiencing your husband in that way, when you needed him was Earth shattering. You hadn’t received a hug from him in weeks, no kiss from him in almost two months now, he doesn’t hold you and the sex stopped about two months before Nico was born.

“Was it the… did the stretch marks turn you off? I started using the cocoa butter, I just needed time,”

You felt so raw, like an exposed nerve and the pain won’t stop. You’re just trying to make sense of it all.

“Don’t do this, Y/N,” he had some nerve to cry right now. This was his doing. He went out and cheated.

“It’s a m-myth that we stay stretched out after birth, it would have felt the same,” you pleaded, “I just needed to heal. I-,”

“No I.. It’s not that. I know that’s a myth! I just, I had too much to drink,”

“I refuse to believe that,” you lament, “It had to be something about me that pushed you to her. I-I got better with keeping up on showering, I’m sorry you had to see me like that I was just so sad all the time I was stuck-,”

“Y/N !,” his fists bang on the table and you flinch, breath trembling.

“I don’t know why I did it and I’m sorry I did it. I’m so sorry, baby. I was… I was stressed out and I blacked out. I know that’s not acceptable but-,”

“You turned your back on your family,” you clenched your chest, it was feeling like your heart was actually breaking, “You do not turn your back on your family!,”

“I love you and Nico,”

“I take you, Y/N Y/L/N, as my lawful wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward,” you repeat his vows back to him and you can see him start to get sick to his stomach. How can you love someone and hurt them like this?

“I promise to cherish and love you, to be faithful and to support you through sickness and in health. For rich or for poor until death do us part,” you jab your finger in his direction, images flashing before your eyes from what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, a day that now meant nothing.

“You said those words!! You lied to me that day, you broke your vows!”

“I didn’t lie. I love you. Y/N, please it was a mistake,”

“This is the last time you lie to me,” this was a man who you’d always follow to the ends of the Earth. The man who made life worth living but has now taken that will away.

“I’m not lying,” he’s groveling, “I drank to ease the pressure but I didn’t know when to stop a-and she was all over me, I thought she was you. I wasn’t in my right mind. I was drunk!,”

“As if being drunk makes it better?,” you whisper, you hate that you’re looking at him and his cheeks are wet. The fucking gall to act like the victim here.

“You gave me Nico! We tried for years. You watched me blame myself for not being able to conceive. You watched as I panicked when we found out we were having him and you watched me struggle to stay alive… watched me struggle to be a mother, you watched me fall apart and instead of keeping your word you run off to get your fucking dick wet?!,”

You stand up from the table, chair screeching against the floor and walk away into the kitchen where he unfortunately follows.

“I love you and I love Nico and I don’t want to lose that,”

“It’s a little too late for that!,”

“Please don’t say that,” he took a step forward but you took two back to get away from him.

“A man… who left me, while I was still recovering, to go party with his friends and sleep with another woman isn’t a man who loves me. You left me to take care of our baby boy knowing I was scared to be alone with him because I don’t know what the FUCK I’M DOING!! But nooo, you couldn’t wait long enough for me to heal. That’s selfishness, that’s not love!,”

You push him but he just stands there and takes it so you do it again and again until you’re pounding on his chest, sobbing at how things fell apart so fast.

“Y/N stop! Stop… Baby, stop!!!,” he grabs your wrists and holds you in place, eyes burning into yours. You don’t know who he is anymore.

“I wish you never told me!,” you gasp for air, “I have a son to take care of, you should have kept it to yourself, you should have continued to lie!,” you push him so hard he actually stumbles back into the wall.

“I couldn’t… it was eating at me, I-,”

“And I hope does for the rest of your life because we are done! You didn’t just hurt me. You hurt an innocent baby boy who doesn’t know any better and I’ll be damned if my son is raised by a ‘man’ who has no respect for his spouse!!!,”

He ran a hand through his hair, panicking about what he has done and how his family is falling apart before it even started. He did this.

There’s no one to blame.

He can’t blame you. You were healing all while falling apart. He knows how common PPD is and yet he centered himself in your own mental health struggles and now he’s here.

It’s his fault.

“How do I make this right, Y/N please? I want to make this work. I love you,”

“Do you have a time machine?,” the rhetorical question made this situation all more real. This was his reality now and he’s ruined something so good, and for what? The man who stood at the altar and declared his love for you in front of the most important people in your lives was not who he sees in the mirror anymore and he’s definitely not who you’re seeing now.

You grip the granite counter, head hanging low. You try to calm down, try to catch your breath but you just can’t.

Picking your head up, your eyes find his once more and your face is stoic, void of any emotions that are overwhelming your nervous system right now.

The hurt of his deception was taking over your body like a virus and there was no treatment to fix it, it has infected you and will slowly deteriorate you over time.

“So what are you going to say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?,”

Seems dramatic. But it feels like you’re dying. This is a betrayal you never expected. You thought you’d be the exception in life. That you’d get the guy and white picket fence. But you ended up just being another broken hearted woman.

“I love you… so much. Please can we work this out?,”

His begging set something off inside of you and you lost it.

“You don’t cheat on someone you love!,” you threw a vase of flowers, “You don’t cheat on your fucking wife!,” fists pounding in your counter.

“You don’t go out drinking when your wife is left crying at home, beside herself with anxiety that she’ll hurt herself or her son!,” this time it’s a glass plate that you threw like a frisbee in which he dodged just in time.

“I needed you!,” you scream at the top of your lungs, “I needed you! Nico needed you, he needed us!!,”

“Y/N Stop!,” Nicholas shouted over the shattering glass and sobs.

“He needed us but instead you had some random bitch pinned against the wall in some sleazy club bathroom!,” the image makes you sick to envision.

After you throw the last item within your reach, you fall to your knees, clutching your chest as you let out the scream of a banshee.

It hurts to inhale and it feels like you’re having a heart attack.

“Y/N!,” Nicholas rushes over to you and you begin to hear Nico crying in the back.

“Baby, please. Come on!,” his voice becomes muffled like you’re underwater and you can’t make anything out.

He’s blurry and it feels like you’re stuck in a current, trying to keep your head above water, gasping for air but the waves keep dragging you under.

“Y/N!,” he’s shaking you to snap you out of it, to get you back down to Earth but you’re still fighting him off. Still throwing weak punches.

“Come on, baby. Come back to me,”

Your eyes are shut tight as you try to find your breath but it’s not working.

“I’m right here! Just open your eyes! I’m right here!,”

You can’t look at him right now. The fact that he’s even this close to you makes it worse.

“Y/N! Please you’re scaring me!!”

With one last stern shake, you open your eyes, a large gasp echoing in your ears and you’re covered in cold sweats, grasping at what you can reach which are the hot sheets on your bed.

“Hey, shhh. Shhh. I’m right here. It’s okay. You’re safe,” he’s brushing the hair out of your face, your bonnet was nowhere to be found.

“It was just another nightmare,” he whispers.

Your head turns to him and you take in your surroundings.

The white numbers on the digital clock read 2:17 am. Nicholas is in a plain white shirt and his briefs and the moon is shining through the sheer curtains of your room.

You look back to him and your face frowns as your eyes start to burn with the salty drops.

“Was it the same one?,” he asks, all you can do is shake your head.

“Y-you cheated,” you choked, “In this one you l-left me alone with Nico and cheated,”

You see the way the words tugged at his heart, bothering him greatly. He’s trying to hide the hurt on his face but he knows it’s not your fault that your mind is displaying these disconcerting scenes in your head.

“I’d never do that to you,” he caresses your cheek, “Baby, believe me. I would never fucking do that to you. I love you and Nico too much to do that,”

You throw yourself in his arms and just let it all out. This one felt so much more real than the other ones you’ve had before.

Nicholas held you for a bit before he started to ease away but you had a tight grip on his shirt, not wanting him to leave.

“I’ll be right back,” he reassured with a kiss to your forehead, “Nico is up. I’m gonna go get him,” he sat you up against the headboard as you tried to alleviate the uneasiness that soaked your body.

The three week old baby is heard whining when Nicholas brings him in the room.

“You wanna hold him? I think he’s hungry. If not I can get a bottle,”

“I wanna hold him. I need to hold him,”

Nicholas was so gentle when placing him in your arms, even helped you unbutton your night gown so Nico could start to feed. When the baby latched, he was subdued and curled into you, feeling safe in your embrace.

“Your doctor said the nightmares are normal,” Nicholas assured, rubbing his hands on your thighs to ease some of the tension you’re storing in your body.

“I just want them to stop,” You were exhausted. Almost every night since having Nico, you’d woken up in cold sweats and tears. Tonight was so much worse, you were sobbing and thrashing in your sleep, throwing punches at Nicholas as he tried to wake you, unbeknownst to you of course.

“I know it’s a lot but please don’t leave me. Don’t leave us, please,” you flex your jaw, trying to keep your cries to a minimum

“In sickness and in health, Y/N. I meant those words. I will never hurt you or our family, I’d rather die,”

The way he stared in your eyes, this is the man you married. The man in your dreams was just some monster your mind made up, a sick play on your fears.

The mind has a macabre way of playing into your insecurities, attacking itself, like a snake eating its own tail.

But Nicholas was there every step of the way, every nightmare, every therapy appointment, every good day and bad day until you felt like yourself again.

He kept his word.

And he didn’t break his vows.

[theebubblegumbitch]

You Know You Ain’t Gettin Your Bitch Back~

Chad Meeks Martin x fem!reader

Synopsis: After attending a frat Party with your (soon to be ex-) bf, his behavior leads to a fight between y’all. Good thing Chad is there to comfort you…

Warnings: none for now (maybe in a part two) some angst, some fluff, slightly suggestive ending but not really, Chad being a girlfriend stealing charmer

Series: Pt.1 , Pt.2

You can’t even remember why you agreed to come to this stupid party. And then you feel a familiar hand on your back, your boyfriend Derek had dragged you here… of course. And that’s not to say you didn’t love your boyfriend, of course you did! He could just be… pushy, sometimes is all. He never got physical with you but he sure was stubborn, and didn’t seem very good at listening to you when you said you “weren’t the constantly going out type” which was true. You enjoyed a good party as much as the next girl but, this was like the fourth one had brought you to this week, and it was literally only Thursday! You didn’t seem to understand how he got the energy for all this.

All of a sudden you’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Derek’s voice calling your name. “Y/N, hellooo, you okay there babe?” He was looking at you as you came out of your zoned out state, haphazardly waving his drink in front of your face. You hated when he did that, acting like you were some space case in front of your shared friends. “Yea I’m fine, was just thinking is all.” You answered him semi-sheepishly, already slightly tired from the amount of social interaction you had done so far.

“Well don’t hurt yourself pretty, can’t have that gorgeous skin of yours forming premature wrinkles!” He said that to the other guys with a chuckle. But you didn’t find it very funny. In fact it was pretty damn rude, maybe even the rudest you had ever heard him be towards you. You quickly spun around to face him. “Okay first of all, don’t know where the fuck that came from, and second, what the hell! Is that really how you think you should be speaking to me? In front of our friends no less??” You were mad, and the volume of your voice showed it. Any louder and you would’ve caused a huge scene, which was definitely the last thing you wanted. Derek could only look at you with a shocked smile on his face. “Babe calm down okay? It was just a joke you know that.”

You couldn’t believe he actually had the nerve to say that instead of apologizing. “Well it sure didn’t fucking sound like one! And even if it did, I clearly wasn’t laughing was I?” Your voice was definitely getting a bit louder now, you even felt your face getting hot. And this douchebag still wasn’t taking you seriously. “Woah Woah Woah, where is all this coming from? Are you okay, I mean are- are we okay cause this feels like a fight babe.” He was slightly laughing as he looked around the living room you were in. It seemed like he was just as paranoid about causing a scene as you were.

“Yes this is a fight Derek! I mean my god, I knew I was smarter than you but come on! A cucumber could put that together!” It felt really good to yell at him, probably too good if you were being really honest with yourself. But you were fed up of all the little building instances of disrespect, so this was definitely necessary. “I seriously don’t know what I did wrong, I mean it was just a joke! It was supposed to funny!” Wow was this man clueless, were your standards really that low? “It’s not just about that one “joke” Derek! It’s about all the little stupid and honestly disrespectful things that you keep doing! Like consistently dragging me to these parties, that I keep telling you I don’t want to come to!” Man did it feel good to get that off your chest, however your boyfriend didn’t look too happy about it.

“What are we even doing right now babe, like what is this? Are we breaking up?” He kinda looked sad now, which is why you felt slightly bad for what you were about to say. “Ya know what Derek yes! We’re breaking up because I simply cannot deal with you anymore!” You said, or rather yelled, that in his face before storming off to the kitchen. Hoping to drown your anger in alcohol and maybe some pop tarts or something. Upon making your way to the counter you grab the first bottle of cheap vodka you see and go to start chugging, when a strong hand on your arm stops you. “Woah careful there tiger, you can’t just go chugging random bottles that could be roofied!” The man spoke as he grabbed the bottle from your hand to lower it back down onto the kitchen counter. You spoke fast without even looking up at him. “Well after my last ten minutes spent here, I really don’t care if I do get roofied, or alcohol poisoned, or blackout drunk or whatever! In fact that’s kind of the goal right now so, move along.” You sajd as you made a shooing motion with your hands towards the man before coming face to face with his abs, and then his face. Holy shit he was attractive. Way more so than your now ex-boyfriend Derek…

Your borderline unethical thoughts were interrupted by his voice yet again. “Well I’m Chad, and I gotta ask, what exactly was so bad about the last ten minutes that made you want to completely disregard your safety? Just curious.” He asked you with an air of sarcastic humor, but he honestly seemed pretty sincere and truth be told, you kinda wanted someone to talk to. “Just broke up with my boyfriend that I came here with. Well he actually sorta made me come here because I didn’t really want to, but that’s not important. Point is he was acting like a dick to me in front of our friends then acted totally clueless when I confronted him about, which made me realize that he’s kinda always been a dick soooo yea. That’s how my night’s going.” You finished your ramblings as you slumped yourself against the counter. You felt relieved to be able to say all of that out loud.

Chad just looked at you for a second, mouth slightly agape from your info-dump. “Well, he sounds like he sucks, and you seem pretty cool so, good on you for getting rid of him!” He somewhat awkwardly raised his hand for a high five, which you reluctantly met. You felt bad for being so unenthusiastic about talking to him, I mean he was being so bubbly and outgoing, letting a complete stranger vent about her relationship problems. “Yea he did suck, and thanks for letting me ramble, I’m y/n by the way.” You finally formally introduced yourself as you went to shake his hand, a habit you had picked up while you were learning to be more polite as a kid. “Ah no problem y/n, and I like the handshake it’s very- gentlewomanly.” You chuckled a little at the phrase. This guy was actually pretty charming, and it definitely helped that he was insanely good looking.

“Ya know you’re actually pretty funny and nice for a guy at a frat party. You don’t really see that a lot ya know?” You were making full eye contact with him now, genuinely enjoying your conversation. “Ah yea I get that a lot, guys kinda hate it cause it means I get a lot of attention from woman and it makes them jealous, but I don’t really care. Half of the guys at this party don’t know how to treat women anyway.” He sounded kinda cocky, but truthfully he was right. College guys were dicks, especially ones who came to frat parties. “Sounded to me like your boyfriend was one of them.”

Okay you were not expecting that. But once again, the gorgeous man in front of you wasn’t wrong. You made sure to look in his eyes as you spoke next, noticing something that you didn’t think was there before. “Yea you’re definitely right about that, looking back I have no idea how I even ended up giving him a chance.” Chad seemed to like that answer, which was good because it was true. Derek wasn’t even really your type. The man that was standing in front of you now was, and you had never been more happy to be a single woman. “I mean I don’t even know you all that well yet but I will say that, you’re absolutely gorgeous, so I’m pretty sure any man in here would be no where near your league.”

And there it was, your opportunity. “Oh yea? You think that includes you Chad?” You framed it as a genuine question, but you already knew the answer. You watched as his eyes flicked to your lips for a second, biting the corner of his lip ever so slightly as he spoke. “I mean, that’s all up to you y/n. I can’t speak for you after all.” And with that you had already decided on your next move, you only had to see if he would take the bait. “Yea I guess you’re right… Anyway I kinda don’t wanna be at this party anymore so I’m gonna walk back to my dorm!” You said as you quickly turned heel to start leaving the kitchen, but not before you said one last thing. “You can walk me back if you’d like, ya know since I don’t have Derek to do it anymore.” You watched as Chad stood up straight with a smirk on his face and walked towards you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh I can definitely do that.”

A/N: oh this one was funnnn~ I seriously love writing for Chad I just NEED MORE IDEAS!! So seriously send me asks I’m lowkey begging 🙏 but anyway thanks for reading and if y’all want I will def do a part two! Y’all’s wish is my command and all that

-With love, from Miss Grace<3

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Nobody's Gonna Know

(Part One)

Characters: Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as himself x Black!reader (woc!reader), Michael B. Jordan as himself (appearance), and Kiana Ledé as “Jerrika” (appearance).

Summary: What happens when you realize what you’ve always wanted was right in front of your face the entire time?

Warnings: Profanity, daddy kink (you’re not surprised), smut, mentions of violence, drinking, and did I mention smut already😈?

Word Count: (Part One) 4,100+/9,000+. Sorry, lovelies, I couldn’t stop😆.

A/N: Yes, it’s lengthy, but the idea snowballed into something unexpected. I hope you all enjoy it!

Inspired By:

Lounging lazily on your king-size bed, you laid on your back comfortably in an oversized t-shirt. You silently scrolled through Instagram. Your breath hitched at the feel of fingertips gently stroking your calves. Still staring at the phone screen, a wicked little idea popped into your head. You smirked, tapping the add a new post button. Using your free hand, you positioned it atop the head that rested on your pelvis and between your thighs. Not wanting to give him reason to stir, you gently stroked his head, and he relaxed into your touch. The movement of your hand paused long enough to snap the picture. He was none the wiser as he continued to search for something to watch on HBO Max. Eyes still searching the screen, he turned his head slightly and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Soft ass thighs.”

A soft moan fell from your lips. You made sure Yahya’s face wasn’t in the shot. Your digits glided across the keyboard, adding a Nicki Minaj lyric as the caption, “My man full, he just ate💦😘.” You tapped the post button and laid your phone on the nightstand.

Yahya had just licked you to tears. No one knew about the two of you. That you started as best friends turned into a sneaky link. The both of you have secretly been trying to figure out what this was morphing into. Unsure of where things were going, you decided to keep things quiet. You both enjoyed teasing the people in your inner circle on IG (they were all extremely nosey). Thus the reason for posting said pic—that it would sometimes get a rise out of the other person was a bonus.

Yahya received a notification that you had posted. Still lying between your legs, he teased, “What thirst trap are you posting now?” He froze, seeing a picture of his current position. He huffed, “You for real?”

Yahya rolled over, still lying on top of your stomach. His hand rained down on your thigh.

“I thought this was supposed to be on the low? You damn near ripped my head off for telling my bro I was over here in the middle of the night. I guess the rules only apply to me,” Yahya grumbled. His face changed from frustration to a sly grin.

“Boy, calm down. Nobody’s going to know that’s you. That’s what makes it so exciting, you teased. “And why do you have that stupid grin on your face?”

“I just noticed the caption, so I’m your man now?”

“Don’t do too much. They’re just lyrics. Relax, my guy.”

“Yeah, right. When are we going to stop playing this game?”

“What game, Yah'?”

“Stop acting like this isn’t more than just a sneaky link now. I’ve been blowing your back out for over four months.”

“And I greatly appreciate it. Why do we have to get into specifics? We have amazing sex. No need to make it more complicated.”

“Are you dating anyone else? I know you better not be fucking anybody other than me, Y/N.”

“I’d hardly call a few dinner dates that haven’t gone past friends, dating. It’s been nothing but innocent, Yah'.”

His jaw ticked at the revelation of you being in the presence of another man’s company.

“For the record, I don’t make a habit of having more than one sexual partner. That’s your thing, not mine.”

“You refuse to let that shit go, huh? I slept with her one time! We had just started whatever this was at the time. I cut her off once I knew this wasn't a one-and-done situation. Who exactly did you go on a date with, sweetheart?”

The question and term of endearment dripped with jealousy. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for more confrontation. There was no doubt in your mind that the answer would upset him.

“Michael. I know you don’t like him. We just went on two dates. Nothing happened, Yah'.”

He pulled into a seated position on the mattress.

“Out of all these thirsty ass dudes that beg for your attention. He had to be the one you said yes to. How many times have I told you that’s a waste of your time? How do I get you to understand that he just wants to knock you down?”

“Is that not what you’re doing with me?“

“Stop that shit. You know how I feel about you. Your ass doesn't want to hear it because you’re scared. We both know this could be so much more.”

“This is stupid. Why are we arguing? We’re not a couple. This is supposed to be easy and chill.”

“There you go deflecting as usual,” he sighed.

“Do you want me to delete the damn picture, Yahya? It’s the reason this conversation even took place.”

“No, no. Leave it up. You know what? You’re right, love. Lay back down. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company.”

Yahya was the least bit worried about your IG post. It was only for close friends, and he wanted them to wonder. Acting angry was just a means to an end. He had a reason to get his lick back. Now, he had an excuse for what he was planning.

Hearing you went on two dates with Michael sent jealousy coursing through his veins. He made a mental note to keep his enemies closer. Seeing that you were focused on the show, he went to Instagram. Yahya went to Michael’s page and added him to his close friends. 

He wanted to see how your friends were reacting to your photo. He pulled up your page and skimmed through the comments. Yahya chuckled at your best friend's comment. In bold letters, she said, “Okay, best friend! I see you! No clue who that is, but get that head in your comfortable bed! Yaaasss👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾. I expect full details and a face reveal when we link tomorrow. I’m tired of all this damn anonymity.” Yahya laughed, knowing that you weren’t giving up any information.

Yahya waited two days before he put his plan in motion. He hit your line, inviting you for a movie night at his place. You were sure the night would end on your back with Yahya between your thighs. Anytime the two of you were alone, your hands always seemed to roam. Every time you two gave into temptation, it would go for rounds. Knowing this, you brought an overnight bag. He knew just how to put you to sleep.

Only twenty minutes into the movie, you were already at the edge of the mattress. Yahya placed you on all fours with your box braids wound tightly around his hand. He tugged at them, pulling you into the most perfect of arches. His free hand crept to the top of his nightstand. You were plunged deep into the throes of passion and hadn’t noticed him pick up his phone. The only light in the room came from the television. Pistoning in and out of your tight walls, he managed to open Instagram. Yahya needed it to be pitch black to pull off his scheme.

“Nobody watching this shit for real, baby. Alexa! Turn off the tv in the master bedroom,” he groaned.

The tv shut off as he pulled out and slammed back into your slick heat.

“Ye-yes. Fuck, baby,” you cried, arching your back deeper.

His face lit up at that. He continued giving slow, deep strokes as he recorded you both in the dark.

Yahya made sure this was for close friends only. With confirmation, he laid the phone on the mattress next to the two of you. He proceeded to put in work, going crazy in your walls. Your sweet, soft, and sensual moans were like music to his ears. You were used to Yahya laying some good pipe, but tonight he was on demon time. This man was trying to tear your walls down and ruin you for any other man.

“Feel me deep in your shit, baby?”

You moaned in response.

He thrust so deep that your hands instantly flew to his abdomen. You tried to push back against his stomach, wanting him to take it easy on you. He growled, binding your wrist with his free hand.

“Move your fuckin’ hands,” he half moaned, half growled. His hand let go of your hair and rained down, smacking and grabbing your left cheek. He slapped the right cheek before burying his digits in your braids again. “I thought you could take all of it, baby? That’s what you begged for. Right, love? Hmm? This ain’t what you wanted?”

You whimpered.

A faint “Please, Daddy” escaped your lips. 

“What is it, baby? Use your words.”

“I can-ah!”

“Yes, you can, baby. You gon’ be my good girl, and take it,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your back, fully sheathing himself inside you. His length tapped that spot deep within you.

 “Y-yes, baby, I’ll take it, g-give me that di-Yes, Yah'!”

Yahya tapped at your spot repetitively, sending you spiraling. You buried your face in the mattress, clawing at the bedding. Your release approached, barreling toward you like a freight train as you attempted to muffle your screams in the sheets.

“Good. Fucking. Girl. Each word was highlighted with another thrust. “Yeah, come just like that, mama.”

Satisfied with himself, Yahya ended the video and posted it to his stories. He hoped none of your closest friends would recognize your voice. There was only one person he needed to figure it out, Michael. Yahya knew you were going to throw a fit, but so long as nobody could see you. He felt he could get you to be cool with it. Leaning against you, he licked, nibbled, and kissed your shoulder. He was still plunged deep inside you and solid as a rock. Yahya’s lips trailed over to your ear. Releasing a deep groan, he rasped, “Hope you got one more in you, love. Daddy needs to come too. He pulled out until it was just the tip. About to respond, he plunged deep inside, forcing you to gasp. Yahya pulled two more orgasms from your body before spilling inside you.

He made quick work of getting a warm cloth to clean you up. You moaned at the sweet actions of his aftercare. Yahya smirked at how easily it was to turn you on. He swaggered into the bathroom and finished cleaning himself up. 

Collapsing into bed, he pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. Rolling onto your side, you pushed back against him, making yourself the little spoon. Yahya’s hand crept from your thigh and up the side of your body. His large palm found its destination as it gently cupped your breast. His lips left light kisses on your shoulder and neck.

“You’re always trying to cop a feel,” you sassed, sucking your teeth.

“You know this is my emotional support Titty.”

“Shut up, Yah',” you giggled.

Yahya bit his lip and smirked as he tweaked your nipple.

“Uhn-uh! If you’re going to be on my body like this, your ass needs to behave and sit still. I’m exhausted thanks to your big dick bandit ass,” you teased.

“You know you like that shit,” he responded, tugging at your nipple again.

He pressed his semi-hard erection against you. The action caused your breath to hitch.

“Tell me you don’t want me again, and I’ll let you sleep,” he whispered, nibbling your earlobe.

About to reply sarcastically, you lost your train of thought as he dipped his hand between your thighs.

“You were saying something, love?”

“Fuck, you don’t play fair,” you panted.

“Come here, mama. Want you to ride me.”

Sliding down his length, it became clear you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

“Yah', baby,” you whined.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you feel good. Ride me, mama,” he urged, guiding your hips.

Though he had fallen asleep satiated and peacefully, his morning was the opposite. Yahya jolted out of his sleep as he struggled to breathe. You had covered his face with a pillow while chastising him.

“I just know your big-headed ass didn’t record us fucking and post it to close friends! Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me.”

Yahya's hand tugged at the pillow over his face. He snatched the pillow, throwing it across the room. He overpowered you, flipping you onto your back as he smirked.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want your side hoes to find out about me?”

“The only side hoe I have is you.”

“Naw, sweetheart. I’m your main dude. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever! You better hope nobody recognizes my voice, freaky ass,” you kissed your teeth.

“Oh, I hope they do,” he smiled. “You’re not even mad, for real. I know that shit lowkey turns you on. Listen to those pretty little moans, mama.”

You did your best to bite back a smile but lost. Yahya licked his lips, giving you a million-dollar smile.

“I know I sound good. You ain’t gotta sweat me or nothin’.”

“I should’ve left the lights on while I recorded that shit. Give them something to really talk about.”

“You want to tell people we fuck so bad,” you teased.

“It’s going to come out sooner or later. I’ma make you mine, shortie. You can continue to run from it but in the end. You’re going to be mine.”

Wanting to avoid such a touchy topic, you switched the subject.

“Boy, shut up and feed me. I’m hungry. What’s for breakfast, best friend?”

Yahya smiled devilishly, “This dick.”

“Nasty ass. I want food, Yah',” you whined.

“That’s a whole ass meal, fuck you mean?”

Eyes rolling and smacking your teeth, he laughed.

“I forgot how cranky you can be in the mornings. Let’s get the baby’s tummy full. What do you want to eat, baby girl,” he responded in his best baby voice.

“Can you make french toast and bacon? You make it better than I do,” you asked in a cute tone.

“You know I can’t say no to that voice and face. Come on, spoiled brat,” he teased as he slapped your thigh.

Yahya scooped you from the bed, dangling your body over his shoulder. His hand grabbed a handful of your behind, giving it a loud smack.

“Ouch, Yah'! That hurt,” you whined.

“I didn’t mean to smack it that hard. My bad,” he smirked, rubbing the pain away.

“Lying ass.”

Carting you off to the kitchen, he got you fed and full. Neither of you had anything planned. The two of you spent the remainder of your Sunday binging television and ordering takeout. 

When the time came for you to head out, Yahya felt his chest tighten. He was sad to see you leave. If only you two could figure out where to go from here. He’d have you sleeping in his bed every night. Little did you know, your best friend’s feelings for you had existed as long as the friendship had. He just never knew how to tell you. The chemistry and attraction lingered between the two of you. That is, until one drunken night, he did something about it. He fell back on his couch, missing you already, as his mind drifted back to that night.

You were spiraling down a black hole of heartbreak. Yahya came running to offer support and a listening ear to vent to. 

His fist balled up, jaw flexing as his memory replayed the image of you opening the door. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and glassy as you did your best to keep from crying again. Yahya’s heart sank seeing how distraught you were. He stepped closer to you, and in a low baritone, he said, “Hey, mama.” The sympathy in his soothing voice sent a fresh trail of tears rolling down your cheeks. He sighed as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Yahya’s chin rested on your head as you curled into his chest, body trembling as the tears flowed. “You’re going to be straight, mama. I promise I got you,” he soothed, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He gave you a minute or two to let it all out. Releasing you, he bent back, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe your tears. Yahya leaned forward, sweeping you up bridal style. “Let’s get you comfy on the couch. I’ll fix us some drinks and snacks. Then you can tell me everything, alright?” Giving him a faint nod, Yahya kicked the door closed. He made quick work of getting you situated on the couch. Yahya wrapped you in your comfort blanket. Gently kissing your forehead, he whispered, “Be right back, love.”

He called from the kitchen, “Are you in the mood for something light or heavy?”

“This calls for the hard shit. Bring the tequila. I don’t even need a damn chaser. Give me something that will make me forget the last twenty-four hours.”

Yahya strode back into the living room, alcohol in hand.

“What are you about to tell me, love?”

“Maybe you should take a couple of shots first.”

Yahya set the shot glasses and bottle on the coffee table. His hand ran down his face as he took a deep breath, “Am I going to have to beat his ass?”

You sat up straight, dropping the blanket around your waist. Pouring two shots, you answered, “Just promise me you won’t lose your temper.”

“No.”

“Yah', please,” you begged, voice trembling.

“The desperation in your voice tells me that I’m going to regret this, but fine, I promise not to lose my temper. What happened?”

“Drink first.”

Shots were thrown back, and you grimaced, pouring out two more. After the second, you started to pour another round, but Yahya’s hand gently grasped your wrist, “No-.”

A small whimper fell from your lips as his eyes grew. Yahya’s eyes darted from your weary ones down to your wrist. His hands were like lightning as he slid your sleeve up a bit.

“No, fuck that, mama! Is this a bruise?” 

“You promised, Yah'.”

“Promises are meant to be broken. Where the fuck is his punk ass at?”

He sprang from the couch, searching his pockets for his keys.

“Where’s he at?”

“No, please, Yahya. You promised! I handled it.”

“Why are you protecting his bitch ass? Has he been putting his hands on you this whole time?”

“I’m not protecting him. I know he’ll press charges against you. It’s not worth it. This is the only time it’s happened, honestly!”

“Don’t lie for him. Tell. Me. Where. He. Is.”

“I’m not lying, Yah'. This is the first time. I handled it, I swear. You should see the side of his face. I smacked the shit out of him.”

“Did he hit you anywhere else,” he asked, checking your face and body for more bruises.

“No, I’m telling you the truth. We were arguing about him getting caught up in his lies and cheating. I told him I was done and that he needed to get the hell out of my house. This dude had the nerve to snatch my wrist, demanding I hear him out. I told him he was hurting me. His response was he didn’t give a fuck. That pissed me off, so I slapped him. He charged at me, and I kicked him in the nuts. How do you cheat on me with a bitch I called a friend and have the nerve to be mad that I no longer wish to be with you? The audacity!”

“I pray he tries to show up while I’m here.”

“He won’t. It’s over, and he understands that now.”

Yahya looked at you, not quite believing it.

“I told his ass if he tried contacting or coming near me again that you’d beat his ass. That or he was going to have a chat with Nina.”

“Thought you didn’t want me to put hands on him. You swear your ass is tough with that baby Glock. Who the fuck puts hot pink on the butt of their gun,” he retorted.

“I don’t want you to, smart-ass, but he knows you would. It was only said to get my point across that I was done with him. Not too much on my baby, Nina.”

Yahya sighed, frustrated that he’d have to keep his promise. He reclaimed his spot on the couch, crossing his arms irritated. You kissed your teeth, “I know you're not mad at me for keeping you out of trouble?”

“It’s whatever. He needs his ass beat, though,” he sulked.

“Just leave it alone, Yah'.”

“I heard you the first time.”

The room grew quiet. It stayed that way for a little while. That was until he heard you sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you, love. I just really want to rock his shit.”

“I know you’re not mad at me. It’s just.”

“What is it, mama?”

“Am I not good enough? Dudes do me dirty, and people I call friends turn out to be grimy. You’re the only person who has always been down for me. I’m so thankful for your years of loyalty and friendship,” you rambled, tears sliding down your face.

Yahya pushed his anger aside, taking a deep breath. His hands reached for your arm, pulling you into him. His palm cradled your head, guiding you to lie against his chest. He kissed your temple, speaking words of encouragement.

“That’s just god's way of making room for the real ones to come into your life, mama. You’re going to be alright, love. You’ll shake back from this. You’re strong, girl. The right man is out there. He’ll love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

As he held you, speaking enlightenment into you. Something shifted inside you. Not quite sure what the feeling was, you shook it off.

“More tequila,” you offered.

The pair of you went shot for shot. It only took a short time for you both to get drunk off your asses. In a drunken stupor, you both laughed as you recounted the numerous times you had to fake a climax with your ex. Yahya was in tears, holding his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

“This man had to be talked through eating the box. Every. Single. Time. At what point do you finally get the gist of eating pussy? I can’t believe I stayed as long as I did.”

“Why did you stay?”

“The dick was big.”

A hand flew to your mouth, covering your lips, shocked at what you had just revealed.

“Sorry. That was probably too much information. I need to stop drinking,” you slurred, no longer able to look him in the eyes.

Yahya cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Not too much. That’s some pretty useful information,” he rasped.

Your breath hitched as you looked into his chocolate orbs.

“I don’t follow.”

“That’s what you like, mama?”

Yahya’s hand trailed to your neck. His fingers circled your throat, giving a light squeeze. You knew you should pull away, but your mind and body said two different things.

“Yahya,” you whispered.

“Answer me, mama. That’s what you like?”

You moaned, nodding your head yes. Yahya licked his lips at your response. 

“I want to hear you say it, love. Tell me what you like. I want to make sure you understand what I’m trying to say,” he groaned.

The liquor urged you to take it further. You leaned closer, his hand still squeezing your throat. Lips only inches apart, Yahya watched in awe as you answered, breath tickling his lips.

“I love a big, long, thick di-.”

Before you could finish the sentence, Yahya groaned and devoured your lips. Not giving it a second thought, he slid you on top of his lap as your tongues battled for dominance. Hand still placed around your neck, you ground against his lap, loving the groan he released. 

“I can see why that was useful information now,” you purred.

It was evident, even inside his jeans, you could feel that he was massively large. You pulled back, slipping your shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His eyes sparkled at the sight of your breast as he cupped them, kissing and suckling your neck.

“Are you sure this is what you want, mama?”

“Yes, I want you, Yah'. Fuck the pain away, please.”

Kissing your lips again, he held you close as he raised from the sofa. Arms wrapped around his neck. You tasted each other's lips as Yahya carried you to the bedroom. The following morning wasn’t even awkward. That’s probably because you woke up with Yahya’s head between your thighs. A serious discussion occurred over breakfast. Though you both decided it probably shouldn’t happen again, time would reveal that it was too late to turn back.

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Songbird || EIGHTEEN

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

Warnings: drug overdose mention

Word Count: 3.2k

Part Summary: Y/N reflects on her place in the band and expressed this to Eddie.

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TRACK EIGHTEEN;

I DON’T KNOW WHERE I BELONG

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The next morning when Y/N woke, it wasn’t to anything good, like birds chirping or Eddie pressing kisses to her cheek until she woke. She woke to the sounds of fighting and shouting in the hall. Eddie was already awake and half dressed when the shouting started. 

“What’s going on?” Y/N asked as she got out of bed. 

“I don’t know.” Eddie replied while the two walked over to the door. As soon as it was opened, the shouting was heard as clear as day.

“I said pack your shit up and get out of here!” Daisy yelled, throwing Nicky’s bag at him.

Eddie stepped further out into the hallway, as did Warren and Graham, watching the argument from afar. 

“No.” Nicky responded. 

Daisy turned and picked up a statue, held it over her hear before throwing it full force to the left of Nicky before proceeding to push him away. As Daisy pushed him, Nicky gripped onto her arms, pushing her back before raising his fist in the air. 

“Whoa, whoa.” Warren says as he, Eddie and Graham all rush forward, standing in between Daisy and Nicky.

“You heard the lady,” Warren says, “You heard her.”

“You’re making a huge fucking mistake.” Nicky says before picking up his bag from the floor, “You’ll regret this.”

As Nicky walked away, Eddie places his hand on Daisy’s shoulder though she pushed him away, she pushed all the guys away. Y/N quickly rushed form her place in the doorway and over to Daisy. As soon as Daisy saw her face, she broke down, clutching onto Y/N tightly. Karen rushed over only seconds after, holding onto Daisy as she sobbed into Y/N’s shoulder. 

… 

DAISY JONES: You start doing drugs to escape and to dull your emotions, but drugs don’t dull your emotions, they heighten them. So coming down is a lot like rediscovering your sanity. And when you rediscover your sanity, it’s only a matter of time before you remember what it was you needed to escape from in the first place.

KAREN SIRKO: Even in shambles, Daisy was a powerhouse, but this was just…sad.

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Y/N sat in her bunk as everyone partied on the bus, she would join but she didn’t feel up to it. Everything that had happened to Daisy had affected her as well. Seeing what Daisy was like was like watching someone do a complete turn around. Daisy wasn’t as energetic on stage, she stood like a statue in front of the microphone, not moving, not even interacting with Billy or the rest of the band. 

It worried Y/N. She tried to be there for Daisy as much as she could after her overdose but she didn’t quite understand what she was going through, no one did. No one but Billy Dunne. 

“Hey.” Eddie says, sliding into the bunk.

“Hey.” Y/N says, smiling. Despite how she was feeling, seeing Eddie never failed to put a smile on her face. 

“What you doing here on your own, come out and have some fun.” Eddie says. 

Y/N shook her head, “I don’t feel like it tonight.”

Eddie nodded before he left and left Y/N alone. She curled up into a smaller ball, resting her head on her knees. However Eddie returned with two beers in his hand, he offered one to Y/N.

“I said I didn’t want to party Eddie.” Y/N says.

“I know,” Eddie says, climbing into the bunk with her and sliding the curtain over, “That’s why these are just for us and we are going to stay here.”

“You don’t need to leave for me Eddie,” Y/N says, “Go and have fun.”

“Nah, I wasn’t having much fun anyways,” Eddie says, sitting down in between Y/N’s legs, resting his back against her chest, “And I’d rather spend time with you.”

Y/N smiled and wrapped an arm around his chest and pressed a kiss to his head. 

“Now, what’s getting you down?” Eddie questions.

“I’m not really sure,” Y/N says, “I guess it’s a bunch of different things.”

“Like what?”

Y/N sighed, “Well everything with Daisy for starters. She nearly died Eddie,” Y/N took a deep breath and Eddie gently took a hold of her hand, “It just made me think about how easy it is too…” Y/N cut herself off as she wiped away a tear, “We take so many drugs basically every night and what if one day we accidentally take too much and then…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Eddie says softly, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand, “Don’t think about that alright? Don’t you dare think about that.”

“I know,” Y/N says, gripping onto Eddie tighter, “But the thought of losing you, hurts me to even think about.”

“Then don’t think about it,” Eddie says softly, “I’m here and you’re never going to get rid of me.”

Y/N smiled, “Good, because I never want you to leave.” Eddie tilted his head back to look at Y/N and she pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“Now there’s something else bothering you, I can tell because you’re still frowning.” Eddie comments. 

“I hate that you can tell.” Y/N says.

“I don’t, because then I can always make sure you’re okay.” Eddie said, brushing his thumb across her wrist. 

Y/N sighed. The thing that was bothering her wasn’t something she wanted to share with anyone, with fear from how they would react. 

“You can tell me, whatever it is.” Eddie says.

“I don’t want to be apart of the band anymore,” Y/N says and saying it felt like a relief, “After the tour, I want to leave.”

“Okay.” Eddie says.

“Okay?” Y/N questioned, “That’s all you have to say?”

Eddie sighed, “You never wanted to be apart of the band in the first place, Y/N, every time we would even mention you joining it you would strongly state your opinion that you didn’t want to be in a band. I don’t know why you joined in the first place.”

“I joined because Teddy tole me that the label wasn’t going ahead with my album.” Y/N explains. “They didn’t want to waste their money on a solo artist when they could invest more money into the band. That day Billy gave me an ultimatum, join the band as the rhythm guitarist or the label was going to drop me entirely, though he wasn’t very kind about it, called me an ungrateful bitch and said that I wouldn’t have my career without him, said  wasn’t good enough.”

“He fucking did what?” Eddie says, sitting up, “I’m gonna kill him.”

“Eddie, no,” Y/N says softly, pulling him back down to her chest, “It was months and months ago, it doesn’t matter now.”

“Yes it fucking does Y/N,” Eddie says, “He can’t say that shit to you and get away with it.”

“Well what could I have done, Eddie,” Y/N says, running her fingers through his hair to calm herself down. 

“Not taken what he said to you, he can’t go around saying that shit to you,” Eddie says angrily. 

“Trust me I didn’t take it Eddie, I was ready to walk away. But then I thought about how hard I tried and I was getting no where, then Billy comes along and passes a tape of me singing to Teddy for me to even get noticed,” Y/N says, “In that moment I thought that maybe he was right, I wasn’t good enough.”

“You are good enough,” Eddie says, “Y/N you are the most talented person I know. You’re better than Billy, you’re better than Daisy, you’re better than anyone and everyone.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend and you have to.” Y/N dismissed. 

Eddie sat up and turned around to face Y/N, “No I’m not, I really mean it Y/N. And before you joined this band, you would have through it too. You might be having fun but it’s slowly taking away your confidence that I know and love so much.”

Y/N looked down, but Eddie took a hold of her chin and tilted her head up, “I don’t blame you for wanting to leave. I’m thinking about it too.”

“Eddie, this isn’t because of me right, because if it is I can’t forgive myself for that.” Y/N says, taking a hold of his hand. 

Eddie shook his head, “No it’s not because of you. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I’ve done everything Billy ever wanted me to do, hell, I even switched over to bass for him. But everything I did was never good enough, he always calls the shots. I thought that maybe when he said he didn’t want to be a part of the band, I would get a chance to prove myself. I’m sick of being in the background.”

Y/N slowly moved so she straddled Eddie’s waist before hugging him tight. 

“You’re too talented to be in the background.” Y/N mumbled into his shoulder.

“So are you.” Eddie responded. 

Y/N pulled away from the hug and pressed her lips to Eddie’s. The feeling of his lips was something Y/N would never get used to. They made her feel like a teenage girl every time they kissed, she felt giddy inside. 

Pulling away, Y/N lied down, pulling Eddie with her. His head buried in the crook of her neck, pressing gentle kisses in the area he had access to. 

“You want to know something, Eddie?” Y/N says.

“Hmm?”

“I am extremely lucky to have you.” Y/N says. 

Eddie pulls back, lifting his head so he could look Y/N in the eyes, “It’s the other way around, I’m extremely lucky to have you.”

Y/N smiled before she connected their lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Eddie says, “And I’m never going to stop saying it.”

…

INTERVIEWER: How did it feel to be sober on tour?

DAISY JONES: Sober isn’t the right word for it, no. What I did was, I started making rules for myself. No dexies in the morning. A bump of coke but onyl before shows. A quaalude at night to bring me down. It was the best I could do under the circumstances. 

…

The band finished playing ‘Kill You To Try’ and Daisy stood in front of the microphone looking exhausted. 

“You need a rest,” Y/N overheard Billy say to Daisy, “Take it.”

Daisy didn’t respond, she only stepped back up to the microphone, “I almost died the other night.”

The band stood still, not knowing how to react.

“I was this close,” Daisy paused as fans continued to shout, not comprehending what she was saying, “But I’m alive tonight! And you’re alive tonight. So let’s just stay alive a little bit longer.”

Y/N smiled as Warren hit the drums and the band continued into the next song.

***

Y/N was elated when she walked off the stage, everything felt okay, everything felt good. It almost made her rethink her choices to leave the band but she knew that she needed to follow her heart. 

“What you thinking about?” Warren asked, catching up to her.

“Just about how well the show went.” Y/N said with a smile.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Warren exclaimed.

…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: Spring ‘77. This was our moment.

GRAHAM DUNNE: It’s when you least want things to change, that they always do.

…

Y/N stood with Graham and Karen as Eddie continued to step forward, an indescribable expression on his face. 

“It’s over.” Eddie says, defeated, “Why would anybody care about us when stuff like this exists? We’re done, man. We’re dinosaurs.”

“What are you talking about?” Karen says, taking a drink out of Warren’s hand, “Don’t worry so much.”

“What is this shit?” Warren questioned.

“The future.” Eddie says, stepping forward. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and followed him as he stepped closer to the stage, “Eddie you do realise that different genres of music exist right?”

“I know, but this is just…different.” Eddie says as he caught the attention of the lead singer, “Oh, hey man. I’m in a band too, uh, The Six. I mean, you probably don’t listen to the radio.”

“I’ve heard of you,” The lead singer says, “My little sister plays your record all the time.”

As the lead singer walked away, Y/N shook her head, taking Eddie’s hand in hers, he turned to her to give her a small smile. 

“You still thinking about it?” Y/N questions, “Leaving the band?”

Eddie sighs, “I just don’t see how we ca keep up with this.”

Y/N places a kiss to his cheek, “Let’s not worry about that tonight,” She grips his hand and drags him away from the stage, “Dance with me, here is the one place where people don’t know who we are. We can just have fun.”

Eddie finally smiles and holds Y/N’s waist. The two only swayed back and forth but it was enough for Y/N. 

…

WARREN ROJAS: We had the biggest album in the country. We were nominated for a whole bunch of fucking Grammys. We were on Saturday Night Live. I mean…

EDDIE ROUNDTREE: It’s called a ‘moment’ for a reason, though, right?

…

The crowd cheered as the band stepped off the bus in New York. Y/N was overwhelmed, the crowds had always been big whenever they get off the bus, but they were never this big. Y/N stepped over to the crowd with a wide smile on her face. She began signing posters and records for people in the crowd. Y/N couldn’t believe this was her life. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” A man shouted in the crowd, “Is it true?”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Is it true you screwed someone to get in the band?” 

Y/N couldn’t tell where the question came from but she frowned. These questions were always asked but she still hated it when they were. 

“She didn’t fucking screw anyone, prick.” Eddie says, as he stops signing things and looks at the man who asked the question. 

The man asking the question shrunk back in the crowd after being confronted, obviously not expecting it. 

Y/N turned and gave Eddie a small smile and he returned it before she continued to sign things for the girls in the front row. 

“Are you two together?” A young girl asked, her eyes wide and full of wonder.

Y/N winked after she signed her record, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

After signing a couple more posters, Y/N waved to everyone before entering the building, Eddie following not too far behind her. 

“You didn’t need to do that, you know.” Y/N says.

“I couldn’t help it, anyone saying shit like that to you is just uncalled for.” Eddie says. 

Y/N smiled, and leaned up to press a brief kiss to his cheek, “Well I appreciate it regardless.”

***

“And we’re live in six…five…four…”

“Ladies and gentlemen, my new favourite band, Daisy Jones and The Six.” Actress, Lisa Crowne introduced.

Y/N couldn’t believe it. She was performing on Saturday Night Live. Since joining the band, Y/N’s life had gotten infinitely better, she had the fame, the money, people knew who she was. It was everything Y/N always dreamed of. On top of that she had amazing friends and someone who she loved more than anything else in the world. Despite all of this though, Y/N still wasn’t satisfied. 

Y/N’s decision to leave the band after the tour was one she made easily, she didn’t want to be in the background forever. Even though she had a song on the album, she knew that she would have to fight Billy on everything if she ever wanted to contribute to the song writing or changing a few lyrics. And Y/N didn’t want that, she wanted to say what she wanted to say. She wanted to create her own music with her own meaning. She wanted to have her own name and not to be linked with the band every time her name was mentioned in conversation. 

There are times when Y/N wonders what her parents would think. She was successful so she had that to prove to them, but she wasn’t successful in the way she wanted to be. Just as she had the opportunity it was snatched away from her as quickly has she had gotten it. 

Y/N hadn’t had contact with her parents since before the release of her single, nearly three years ago. They hadn’t even called to give a congratulations. They hadn’t even sent a letter. 

One thing Y/N didn’t want to do was contact the one person who always believed in her. Her old singing teacher, Alice Reyne. Y/N didn’t want to contact her because she wasn’t successful in the way she wanted to be. She wanted Alice Reyne to be able to turn on the radio and her her voice, she wanted her to come to a concert and see her standing centre stage, singing a sing she wrote. 

Y/N didn’t feel accomplished where she was in her career and the only things he could do to fix that is to leave. 

***

Y/N stood on her own by the drinks table, getting three more drinks for herself, Eddie and Graham. 

“You’re Y/N right?” A voice to her left said. 

Y/N turned to see Lisa Crowne standing there. Y/N smiled, “And you’re Lisa Crowne. I’ve seen a few of your movies, you’re great by the way.”

Lisa smiled, “So are you, I was a fan of your song Nightmare.”

Y/N was taken back a little, “Wow, thank you so much.”

“No problem,” Lisa says, “But there’s something I want to ask you…”

Y/N turned away from the table with the three drinks in her hands as she walked back to the group and handed them out. Warren’s gaze however, continuously drifted to the drinks table where Y/N just stood. 

“Warren you’re staging at her.” Y/N comments.

“I’m not.” Warren denies, tearing his gaze away for a brief moment before looking again.

“You are,” Y/N chuckles, “Go and talk to her.”

Warren looks back at Y/N and shook his head, “I can’t do that.”

“You can,” Y/N says, “You’ve never been this way about a girl before.”

“But this is different.” Warren says.

“How?” Y/N questioned, “Go and talk to her. The worst thing she can say is no,” Y/N lowered her voice, “And I don’t think she will.”

“What was that?” Warren asked.

“Go!” Y/N exclaimed, giving him a small nudge in the direction of the actress.

Y/N smiled as he walked up to her, taking a sip of her drink.

“You should stop meddling in people’s love lives.” Eddie jokes.

“Why it’s fun,” Y/N says, “And it’s Lisa fucking Crowne, if I weren’t with you, I’d want to be with her.”

“I’m not sure how to feel about that.” Eddie says.

“Oh shush,” Y/N says, wrapping an arm around his torso, “I’m with you now aren’t I.”

Eddie smiled, “Yes you are.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before screams were heard from another room.

“We need a medic!” A woman yelled. 

Everyone rushed into the next room in time wit see Teddy Price being wheeled away on a gurney.

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cw: talk about depression but no in depth detail.

Heidi sighed, nervous. Nichole had asked her to meet up and she had no clue about what. Well, she had an inkling but she hoped it wasn't about the podcast episode that went up yesterday.

She was surprised to hear of Cartman hosting ANOTHER podcast episode today. Normally they only did one episode a week, sometimes two if it was a particular exciting week but even so that had at least a few days in between.

"Heidi."

Heidi looks up and sees Nichole, "Oh! Nichole hey!"

"Cut that shit out, did you know?" Nichole asks and crosses her arms.

A look of shock runs over Heidi's face briefly, "Wh? What are you talking about?" Heidi stutters.

"Y/n. And Kenny? Hello? The podcast last night? Did. You. Fucking. Know?" Nichole grits out.

"No! NO! Oh my god I swear I had NO clue whatsoever!" Heidi exclaims, "I wouldn't EVER have participated in that podcast if I knew what Cartman was planning, I swear!"

Nichole stares down at Heidi with a hard stare, "Heidi. Be straight with me here."

"I am! I am! Nichole oh my god please believe me." Heidi pleads.

Nichole clicks her tongue, "You do the logistics behind that podcast Heidi. Sorry I'm a bit apprehensive to believe you, there's no way Cartman orchestrated that entire episode ON his own."

"Okay.. okay look, I don't know how Cartman had this whole thing planned, I didn't even expect Red to show up at the stupid podcast either and share her piece. If I had known ANYTHING I would've shut that down so quickly, Nicky you have to believe me." Heidi speaks quickly, voice softening a bit at the end, cracking.

Nichole sighs and sits besides Heidi, "Then how did Cartman of all people, get this information.. and HOW did he do this."

Heidi racks her brain, "There..there was a mystery caller, uhhh.. a while ago, said they had some world shattering news or something stupid like that to Cartman. Asked if... if uhh.. if friends or fame was more important? As like, like a test of sorts," Heidi plays with her hands unsure of how to continue, "Do.. do you think whoever that was.. may have had the information?"

"Well.. we could assume that caller was Red?"

Heidi ponders that for a second, "The caller sounded male.. I mean there was a voice changer on it but it didn't sound like Red on a voice changer.."

"So there's someone else out there that KNEW Red and Kenny had a thing going on..but why tell Cartman? Why not gather the evidence and go straight to Y/n?" Nichole wondered aloud.

Heidi shrugs, "I wish I knew.. listen if I knew that Cartman had that information I would've started unplugging everything. I literally walked into the studio and Cartman was already hosting the episode and there sat Red.. and before I knew it, Cartman and Red were already talking about Kenny."

"I saw the podcast episode, I thought it was somewhat scripted that you were coming in shocked, listen I'm sorry.. Y/n is in a state of despair and I just.. I know coming to you accusatory wasn't right of me but.." Nichole sighs, "I want to figure out who is trying to hurt Y/n and for a second there I thought maybe you were the one or at least knew more information.. I'm sorry for the doubt Heidi."

"It's okay Nichole! I'd be the same way, I've been trying to figure out who the caller was but Cartman won't let up with the information."

Heidi pauses, "Oh my god! He's going live right now!"

"He's.. what." Nichole slowly raises her head to look at Heidi.

"Yes! He's got an episode planned right now! A live one? I think. I told him I was busy today and couldn't attend and he just waved me off and let me go."

"Can you guys BELIEVE, Reify? Canceling the rest of their state tours! Have you guys even gotten your money back?" Cartman asks the group in his chat.

Cartman loves this section of his live podcasts, the part of it where he turns to fans to ask them questions. People asking him HIS thoughts on matters and in turn him asking questions (and only choosing answers that fulfill his hateful agenda) has always validated his need for fame, for status.

"Oh thank you mm_panles for your answer; you say you HAVEN'T gotten your money back?" Cartman hums, "Well that's a shame! Seems like Reify are a bunch of greedy money hungry bastards huh? Well.. I'm certain we can see why."

Cartman continues reading the chat of the current, ignoring any comments that allude to how Reify has returned the money for those who are returning tickets.

"Yo, chat look at the user connor_conned, look at what he said haha, fuckin loser." Cartman snickers, munching on a small bag of popcorn as he continues reading.

"Right well," Cartman clears his throat, "Reify certainly has let down a lot of people. Speaking of letting down people, let's all give a shoutout to Kenny McCormick for possibly being the BIGGEST let down of the centuryyyyyy, bro does not know how to keep a woman."

Cartman munches on popcorn before continuing, "Speaking of, you gotta hand it to him, he managed to get not only Y/n L/n, a BASSIST for a band, albeit it being Reify, but also Red McArthur, a MODEL, everyone give him a round of applause real quick."

Cartman stifled a laugh as the chat split in two; people actually giving applause emojis and people going "bro that wasn't funny".

Rolling his eyes at those who claimed he wasn't being funny he sighed, "If you guys are gonna be lame this time you're free to leave. No one wants you hear anyway, chat boo the ones being lame as hell right now."

Cartman's phone started ringing, "Oh jesus christ, sorry everyone call ale.." Cartman trails off, before chuckling, "You guys are never going to believe who this is.." and the chat goes insane trying to guess who the caller is.

Cartman pauses for dramatic affect before continuing, "Stanley fucking Marsh."

Stan and Clyde couldn't help but sit in silence trying to figure out the mess that is going on. The friend group was in rough shambles, with many people blocking Kenny, Stan not being one of them, not that anyone but Kenny probably knew that.

"Dude.. has Y/n said anything to you? Anything at all?" Clyde asks.

Stan shakes his head, "No bro, nothing. Kyle and Nichole both said their attempts haven't worked. I just.." Stan sighs.

Stan is in a state of complete chaos. He has no clue how you're feeling right now, you've gone through so much in the past few weeks.. too much for one person to handle. Stan had no clue how he'd react if all of this happened to him like how it has for you.

Stan thinks back to the stalker, in all honesty it'd been on his mind ever since it happened and he's been slowly trying to figure out who the stalker could be in his mind... and with the bulletin board in his room.

He knows for sure it couldn't be Kyle, Clyde, Nichole, Bebe, or Wendy. He knows for sure it's not Kenny anymore nor would it be Red considering recent events. He knows Craig and Tweek are out of the picture for that, considering they had no reason too stalk you NOR would they ever, plus their alibi was tight.

Everyone else was up for debate..but Stan was so tired of the mess, of the drama that he hasn't given the stalker much of a thought.

"..ude? Yo! Stanley Marshhhhh." Clyde drawls on.

Stan perks up, "Hu..? Oh Clyde sorry man what's up?" He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"Nice dream huh?" Clyde jokes, "Listen to this shit, Cartman's going live."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me.. let me see that." Stan reaches over to grab Clyde's phone and checks the tweet, "Oh my god. That little bitch weasel."

Clyde takes his phone back and opens the link for the podcast and starts watching it. Stan moves himself closer to Clyde and they listen in on Cartman's ramblings as he talks about the disappoint that Reify is for their actions of canceling the rest of the tours.

Clyde scoffs, "Classic Cartman... bank on everyone's misfortune. Like always."

Stan feels anger bubbling underneath his skin. How dare he. How fucking dare he. This was all Cartman's fault.. well Kenny's for cheating in the first place but Cartman's out here airing everyone's dirty laundry like he doesn't have a mountain of horrendous shit underneath him.

How dare he drag Reify through the mud? Stan's pride and joy? This band is his family and Cartman just comes through knocking down everything Stan has done to help build Reify? Everything Kyle has done? Clyde? Nichole? Y/n?

Y/n...

Stan feels his anger dissipate, he can hear Clyde continuing to rant about how awful Cartman is but his mind is on you again. What if you saw this? How would you feel? None of this was your fault but he was sure you had heavy guilt that you're the reason for this.

He texts you quickly, another "Please tell me if you're doing okay, I'm here for you Y/n, I need to know you're doing okay." and sighs. There was no way you'd respond and he knew that. He just was hoping.

Unfortunately he lacked a key to go over to your house and a part of him assumed that if he went over there, there's no guarantee you'd let him in even. He knows the feeling too well of self wallowing pity, of being self deprecating, of depression.

He sighs and looks back up at Clyde, who is still on a rant about Cartman, Kenny now included and he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not blocking Kenny like everyone else.. but he can't bring himself to end years of a friendship.. not quite yet.

"Let's call Cartman." Stan pipes up.

Clyde looks at him confused, "The fuck? Why would we waste our energy on that bozo?"

Stan shrugs, "Cuz, I need to tell him how much of a bitch he is."

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Commitment

Pairing: Trevor x Nicky (1x06 Pete's Wife)

Summary/A/N: In 2x22 (The Heir) Trevor mentioned that he almost moved in with a woman, but that she wanted him to commit. In 1x06 (Pete's Wife), Trevor gets Sam to look up Nicky, a woman he thought could have been "the one". I said, why not make them the same person and explore the moment that T-Money bailed on his own happiness. You know, because why not sprinkle a little more angst into this fandom :)

Tags/warnings: Cussing

Words: 1094

Additional note: I kinda feel like Trevor's unfinished business has to do with his commitment, accepting that money doesn't define his worth and having someone actually love him in return. So, I kind of want to make this into an H-Money series and weave in cannon moments plus steer these two in the right direction towards each other.

AO3: link (or below the cut!)

“Why so mopey, bro?” exclaims Chet, half-drank beer in his hand.

Trevor’s frown deepens as he plunks himself down on Ari’s expensive sofa.

“Yeah, dude. Who shit in your cornflakes?” chimes David Woodstone, swigging back his own chilled can of alcohol. “Thought you were having Nicky over tonight.”

Ari pipes up next as he saunters towards his friends. “Trouble in paradise, my man?”

Trevor releases a sigh. His voice quiets. “I think it may be over, guys.”

A collective gasp resonates through the lavish apartment.

~

“You taste scrumptious, sweetheart,” Trevor coos between kisses to his girlfriend’s neck. He feels her hum with affection against him.

“Babe,” Nicky begins, her voice tender and sweet. “What are we? I mean, we’ve been on and off for the better part of a year. I love being with you, but this whole arrangement where one of us comes over, we spend time together, and then one of us leaves again just doesn’t feel right anymore. I want us to be more than that. Being with you feels right, Trev.”

Trevor’s stomach drops. His whole body freezes. Is she saying what he thinks she’s saying? He props himself up on an elbow to meet her gaze. “What do you mean, Nicky?”

She must sense his unease because Nicky’s expression drops as she answers. “I mean, I want to have a proper relationship with you. I want to take this,” her fingertips graze his bare chest before pulling back to her own, “to the next level.”

“Like move in together?” Panic begins to set in. Trevor’s voice raises an octave.

“Well, maybe,” she keeps her voice soft, “but maybe more than just that? Maybe we can make our commitment to one another clear.”

Trevor’s brain stalls. Commitment. One simple word yet so many implications. So much weight behind its meaning. He adores Nicky, but does he love her? Does Trevor even know what love feels like? Does she love him? Is that what this is about?

His silence must have gone on for just a little too long. Nicky’s shoulders droop, and a defeated frown creeps its way onto her features. “Never mind,” she sighs, moving to get up.

“Nick, wait!” exclaims Trevor. And the look of hope that lights up her face as she turns around shatters Trevor’s heart. He tries to play it cool like he always does. “You know me, babe! I...I don’t deal well with all this intimate stuff.” Somehow, those are the only words he can think of.

A tear. It appears there in the corner of her eye, but she refuses to let it slip out. Nicky puts a hand up. “Save it, Lefkowitz. I should have known better than to push you towards this. I should know that you’re not that kind of guy.”

It’s like a hot iron rod is being driven through his chest, yet Trevor does nothing as he watches her dress, gather her belongings from the drawer he lets her use, and leaves.

~

Trevor’s head hangs between his shoulders as he leans forward on the sofa. “I royally fucked up.”

“Dude,” David preaches from beside Trevor, “chicks think that they can just tell their men what to do. Take away our autonomy.”

“But I really–” Trevor shifts, reaching into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. “I picked this up on the way here.” It’s then that Trevor reveals the small velvet box.

“Holy shit, bro!” gasps Chet.

“No fucking way!” shouts David.

Ari’s eyes widen into saucers.

Trevor holds the open box in his palm; its contents glitter in the afternoon light.

Sure, he gets invited to all the parties. Sure, he likes to splurge on a nice suit every once in a while. But the truth is, Trevor is not rich like Ari or David. Instead, he works hard and pays his rent, but while desperately tries to fit in with his friends’ lavish lifestyles, Trevor just isn’t really there yet.

So, the rock in his hand isn’t huge or overly expensive, but maybe, just maybe, it would be enough.

“Are you insane?!?!” Ari exclaims as if this must surely be some kind of prank.

“Bro, you are so whipped!” David gargles out a laugh, which sparks Ari to join in. Chet just stares, dumbfounded.

Trevor’s eyes dart between his friends, forcing a smile and a laugh amidst his confusion.

“You’re not serious, are you?” chides Ari, his words making a pit form in Trevor’s stomach.

When Trevor doesn’t answer, Ari just scoffs. “Trev, engagement spells the end of all fun.”

“No bro-nights. No drinking. No exclusive parties,” adds David.

Ari seizes the opportunity to continue. “You’ll just be dragged into the world of domesticity. Dinners with her friends and her family. Wedding planning. Then come the kids. Diapers. Being forced to stay home all the time. Not to mention that she won’t want you working in the city away from her. She’ll force you to take a safe job in the burbs and isolate you even more from us. I mean, we’re chick magnets, so she’d obviously be jealous all the time.”

The pit in Trevor’s stomach grows; it’s heavy and pushes acid into his throat. The question he had earlier resurfaces in his brain. Does he love Nicky? Is she the one? But would she try to change him or stop him from doing the things he enjoys? He is still young, with so much life to live and so many things to tick off his bucket list. But then, why had he just gone out and bought a ring?

“Trev, buddy,” Ari says, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder and shaking Trevor from his thoughts.

Trevor gazes upwards, finding David as the one about to speak. “She’s probably got the plans for your future already mapped out.”

“Dave’s right,” Ari interjects. “You’re blinded by shiny stones and what-ifs. You’ve only been hooking up for the last year. Are you really ready to give all this”, he gestures around the room, “up for one person who probably wants to dictate the rest of your life? You need to look out for you, pal.”

His brow furrows as Trevor glances around absently.

Trevor always felt like he was going to be something. A few more promotions, and he would be raking in the dough. Then it would be him in a penthouse like Ari’s. Him hosting parties on a yacht. Him being able to afford Nicky the life she deserves. But right now, he couldn’t stop himself from living and enjoying the life that would get him there.

Not yet at least.

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deserve.

Daisy jones x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, a little internal homophobia, SOPILERS FOR EP 9, NICKY SLANDER, use of Y/N

A/N: OKAY YEAH I FINALLY WROTE A FIC AND ITS SUPER LONG!! okay bc it's my first fiction be nice also I love daisy jones and the six AND I JUST GOT THE BOOK! Request stuff!!!

How could he leave her like that? Not even just leave her. Period. But leave her in the fucking shower! Epecially When she was like that. What kinda of evil person would you have to be to leave someone there like that when you were basically the whole reason why that happened in the first place, and then you leave! "THAT GOD DAMN ITALIAN ASSHOLE!" That was the first thing that came out of my mouth when daisy told me what happened the night before the band and I, came barging out of are rooms after we all heard daisy screaming profanities at Nicky for leaving her there in the shower. "Y/N, please." The beautiful flower named girl said shushing me down from drawning any more attention to are seat in the crowded tour bus of daisy and the six. "Sorry," I said looking down quietly. "Come on Y/N, you're my closest, longest friend. You're the only one who truly knows me, and that's why you're the only person who knows the full story." "Well, I'm honored." I said with slight sarcasm making the fire head girl in front of me smile. "Anyway, I always got bad energy from Nicky, even when you invited me to the wedding. But, I didn't want to say anything because you were so happy." I said earning a strange look from daisy that turned to a small delighted smile. "I mean daisy, Those men didn't deserve you at all, Jesus-" "Wait Y/N what other men?" "All of them. Nicky, Billy, the guy who stole your beautiful Sublime, whatever song that he turned into a hit that should've been you're hit daisy!" "Y/N-" "You deserve so much better daisy." I said staring directly into her soul so maybe should would understand what I'm trying to say. That beautiful fiery girl scooched closer to me to look further into my soul. "Then who do I deserve Y/N?" Daisy said with that mischievous smirk she usually has on her face. I didn't need to say anything or so I thought. I thought we were on the same page but I guess I was wrong. I kissed her. Because I thought it was the right thing to do, because i thought it would change our relationship, because I thought it would change who I was, and where we were. But it didn't. I was still a woman. A lesbian. In the 70s. And she was still a woman. A straight woman. In the 70s. But, she didn't move. She didn't connect are lips like the puzzle piece that I thought desperately needed to be together. So I pulled away. I got up. "Y/N-" "Daisy, I'm sorry I shouldn't have. I-i- i didn't know what I was thinking, I know you don't feel the same, I'm so stupid!" "Y/N-" "-and- and look where we are I don't know what i thinking!" "Y/N!" "WHAT! NO! I mean no! I'm sorry I need to go." I stayed up all night. I couldn't sleep. I wouldn't sleep. My mind wouldn't allow me. My mind would only focus on her. My mind Could only focus on her. Around midnight I heard a very rushed knock on my hotel door. I was scared to open the door, but I was too tired and delusional to care less, so I just wanted to get this over with and tell who ever it was to fuck off so maybe I could get some sleep. When I opened a fiery red headed girl jumped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms slung around my neck before I could even get a word in. "Daisy-?" I said questioning why she was knowing full well she didn't love me how I wanted her too. "Daisy, what are you doing here?" I asked again. "Shhhh-" she whispered putting her finger to my lips. "I'm here for you." She said while jumping down from my body. "Wha-" "It's you. I deserve you. You deserve me." She send stepping closer to me almost filling the space between are body's. "I want you." She said sincerely. "Okay, but daisy, the way you acted on the bus, and all the men! I never thought you would feel the same way." "I know, I'm sorry. But you just freaked me out I never thought you would feel that way and in front of the band I just... froze." She said while looking down. "But know that I know it makes a lot of sense." She giggled. "Hmm, I guess I was wrong then." "Yes you were very wrong. You deserve me."

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You, I Want You [Part 2] "Love In The Club" - KTH & Y/N (Mini-Series OneShot)

Labels: KTH | Latina Reader Insert, AU, Smut, Club Scene, Noona Love, Master Program College Student, Reader is dealing with insecurity, featuring - other BTS members [Summary] - Y/N feels insecure about herself and the attention she gets from Tae Hyung. She thinks the attention is because he pities her. Little does she know that's not it at all; Tae makes a bold move to show her just how attached she is to her. Playlist: Playlist: A mix of sensual and upbeat tunes to match the story's mood-waist it on Me | Mi Gente by J Balvin, X {equis) by Nicky Jam & J. Balvin, Calma- Pedro Capo & Farruko, and Love in the Club- Usher. Part 1 Here | Master List |

Part 2: Love in the Club

As you neared the bathroom you saw your good friend Cristine and her boyfriend Jimin along with Tiffany and her boyfriend Yoongi. You also saw Hoesok and NamJoon, who were friends with Yoongi and Jin. Jin a classmate along with you. Then there was Leti and Veronica from class along with them. This was your group. You loved how accepting and supportive they were of you. You also loved how diverse your group was, koroean, black, philipino and latinos. 

“Y/N!!!!!!!! I’m so happy you are here I almost thought you weren’t coming!!!” Cristine squeals, taking you into her arms. You smile brightly, this is what you needed and wanted to distract you from your troubles. You greet the rest of the group with hugs.

“Babe what do you and Y/N want to drink…” Jimin turned to you and Cristine.

“I’m good thank you.” You respond. 

“I don’t think so girl, we are treating you tonight, drinks are on us. This is a special occasion, you never come clubbing with us!!”. You smiled at the two of them, your heart filled with love. They were such great friends even if they were 6-7 years younger than you.

‘Everyone is so determined to buy my drinks. Fuck it, I’m going to get trashed tonight!’ You made the revelation that you were going to have fun and tell that critical voice in your head to ‘shut the fuck up’. You are determined not to let your anxiety get in the way of having fun, not tonight. 

“Ok. I’ll have whatever you're having! Oh wait nevermind. Maybe the next round or something because Tae hyung is at the bar buying me a drink right now”. 

“Oh, no big deal. I'm still buying you a drink y/n and I will keep them coming”. You smiled at Jimin.

“Thank you--” you couldn't finish your sentence due to being pulled away by Cristine to the bathroom.

“Ok guys we are using the ladies room and will find you guys by the bar!”. Leti and Veroncia followed behind you and Cristine.

BATHROOM:

“Y/N you look beautiful! That top is sexy, look at that cleavage, girl display them proudly cause you got some nice tits! And those skinny jeans and heels, girl I’d want to take you home If I liked girls!” You blushed slightly.

“Thanks, cristine. I needed to hear that I feel so weird being here and….”

“Shh that will be enough of that! You are here to have fun, get treated right and maybe get laid!”.

“What! Get laid, are you crazy, I only been separated for 2 months and I-I-never been with anyone else...besides Jack--.”

“Besides who? The asshole!!! Fuck him. I don't want to hear about him.  I will support you in whatever you decide tonight laid or not. “ You both giggled and Veronica and leti join in.

“Yes that pinche cabron!” Veronica spits out as you laugh with her. [Trans: Fucking Bastard]

“Y que se come verga!” Leti chiming in. [trans: and eat dick.]  

“Yes what they said!” Cristine laughs. You couldn't be more happy. As everyone finishes in the restroom and starts walking out, Cristine holds you back.

“Tae Hyung is here huh? And he bought you a drink? That was nice of him…” Cristine comments, raising her eyebrows at you. 

“Don’t give me that look Cristine. It was nothing. He bought Amanda a drink too….”

“Uhhh... Amanda? That bitch is so clingy...Y/N… I've been noticing the way Tae looks at you….”

“Stop right there...your crazy...he’s just a really sweet, funny, smart, caring guy….”

“Oh is that all? Just all those amazing traits not to mention he is fine as hell! Next next to Jimin of course---and he seems to….”

“Cristine, let's get out of this bathroom….” Your attempt to end the conversation.

“I’m just saying that I’ve noticed how he looks at you. And whenever you're late to class he always asks me where you are and if you're ok. Even when you're absent, he seems a little down....and why not have a little fun? What’s the harm in....”

“Cristine, I’m like 7 years older than him...and you're making something out of nothing...come on let's go get those drinks….” Your last attempt to change the subject.

“Ok, Ok, let's drink and dance!”

You were relieved to get out of the bathroom with her but your heart was still fluttering replaying her words in your mind.

‘I’m just saying that I’ve noticed how he looks at you. And whenever you're late to class he always asks me where you are and if you're ok. Even when you're absent, he seems a little down....’

You had no idea that he would ask about you. A smile formed on your lips. He really is a nice guy. You made your way back to the bar with Cristine. You saw that the group had found Tae Hyung and Amanda. Amanda, still standing as close as possible to Tae hyung giving the impression they were together, at least from your perspective. Tae was smiling brightly and chatting with the group. His eye caught yours, his lips spreading into an even bigger smile as he lifted both hands into the air displaying 4 shot glasses. 

‘He waited, Why is he so perfect, it kills me’, you thought to yourself. 

The song blaring in the club was “Waste It On Me”. You loved that song, but definitely needed some shots to feel comfortable dancing. As arrived at the group Tae handed you your shots. Jimin handed Cristine hers and also handed you another shot mix. The group laughed with all the drinks in your hand.

“Woah, someone is getting wasted tonight!”, Nam joon replied, winking at me. Tae raised his shots in the air in your direction as you both took one shot after another. Tae grimaced as you kept a straight face downing your tequila shots. You finished with your green tea shot and handed your glasses to Tae Hyung, turned to face the dance floor just as the song Mi Gente by J Balvin played. You loved this song. You were happy that this was a club that plays all genres of music. The alcohol took on its effects quickly, now you were feeling wild and free as you used to feel all the time. 

“Damn, Y/N you can really handle your liquor. Impressive---Tae not so much”. Yoongi comments as the group laughs. You, Cristine, Leti and Veronica start dancing to the song, you weaving your hips in seductive figure eights with your fingers laced into your hair. Ah yes, the sweet sweet drum beats and reggaeton rhythms taking over your body. You were in your element. You alternated between figure eights, body rolls and hip hop moves. You were definitely feeling yourself and losing yourself in the music, the liquor egging you on. You had not turned loose like this in several years. You felt like a wild tiger set free from it’s cage now in its natural element. For the first time in a long time you felt confident and sexy. 

POV: 3rd Person for Kim Tae Hyung

He watched her as she moved her body in ways he had only imagined. He knew she had it in her. He had watched and observed her in class, during after class bar meet ups and project meetups. She was smart, funny, kind, thoughtful and outgoing. To him she was beautiful in every way. He was ecstatic to say the least when he saw her at the club. He only came because he had heard she had agreed to come and hoped that he would find her here. He just wanted to be near her as much as possible. She was addictive, his vice, his weakness and what made him mad with want. He wanted to be her shield and protector. He didn’t care that she was older, he didn’t care that she had a kid and he could care less that she technically was still married. It was only a technicality, they were separated now. He was a scumbag who didn’t deserve her as far as he was concerned. 

Flashback: POV: Tae Hyung

I heard her cell ring and watched her eyes roll when she saw who it was but she chose to ignore it. The phone kept ringing over and over. She finally stood grabbing her phone and excusing herself from the table. 

“I’ll be right back…”

About 10 or so minutes went by, and I just couldn’t wait any longer. I excused myself and told them I needed to get something from my car. I walked out into the parking lot searching for her and that’s when I spotted her in the car her windows cracked. I could hear her crying. I stayed in a spot where she couldn’t see me. I felt wrong for intentionally eavesdropping on her but I was glad I did. 

“No! Don’t come here. You can’t do this to me anymore. We are separated. You can't force me to anything anymore! No you can’t just keep her to try and punish me. Jackson, don’t. Ok! Ok! I’m coming.” 

I watched as her cries turned to weeping. She wiped her tears, buckled up and left. The following day was the evening to start on our group project. When I arrived at Cristine and Jimins apartment I asked where she was, he motioned that she was with Cristine and that they were having a girl talk. 

When she came out of Cristine's room. I saw her rolling down her sleeve quickly but it was too late. I saw the bruises, a trail leading from her wrist up her forearm. Her lip slightly bruised and busted. My heart broke, she didn’t deserve this, she deserved to be loved and adored. And slowly over time I felt myself wanting to be that person to her. 

[Flashback ended]-Present Club start / POV: 3rd person for Tae Hyung

He was enjoying watching her dance, she was enticing. He ensured himself to pregame before arriving at the club because he wanted to be disinhibited and free of self conscious restraint.  He wanted to be relentlessly charming and flirtatious with her. He wanted to make it known to her that he wanted her. He could only hope that she wanted him too and in order to find out he needed to be restraintless. And when it was all said and done, if she rejected him, none of it mattered because he was also set in making her have the best night of her life no matter what. He wanted to be the reason she had a great time. 

He watched as she continued to deliciously roll her body to the music. She was an amazing dancer. 

“Damn, Y/N is getting it. It's hard to believe she is married and a mom when I’m seeing her like this.” Nam Joon comments to Jin and Hoesok.

“Actually she is separated…” the words slip out of Tae Hyungs mouth as he winces instantly regretting letting that slip out. That was personal information and was something that she had shared with him. ‘Fucking alcohol is working’ he chided himself. 

“I thought she might be single since I overheard Cristine the other day tell her she needed to put herself out there...when I was over at their house and she was there giving us batcha dance lessons. I’m glad you confirmed this Tae Hyung...excuse me...boys…” Hoesok comments as he starts to sway his hips more to the music dancing his way towards Y/N. 

You watched as he expertly gilded himself behind her swaying his body matching her rhythm, wrapping one arm around her waist and his other arm mirroring the arm that hand her fingers laced in her hair.

She responded to his touch without looking back. Placing one hand on top of the hand on her waist and resting her head back in the crook of his neck. He was spooning her perfectly, their bodies rocking and grinding together effortlessly. She turned her face slightly as Tae caught her side profile, her face display pure ecstasy. It was driving Tae Hyung mad. He continued glaring at the two of them trying to hide his jealousy. Jimin grabs Cristine taking her out to the dance floor as Nam joon grabs Leti and Jin grabs Veronica. The song switching to another latin jam. (X {equis) Nicky Jam & J. Balvin. ) He watched as Hoseok guided y/n while still dancing to the dance floor. Y/N grinding her ass hard into Hoseok. Amanda grabbing Tae Hyungs hand dragging him to the dance floor, his eyes still glued to Y/N and Hoseok. 

Y/N turning her head to the right, catching Tae Hyung's intense gaze on her, her hand stroking the side of Hoseok's face. Tae couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, neglecting Amanda twerking. Her eye’s growing wide at the sight of Tae Hyung. She careens her head towards Hoseok seeming to be taking him in for the first time. Smiling shyly at him and slowing down her dancing.

“Hoseok...I’m sorry I didn’t know who it was…”, Hoseok smiling and still swaying with her.

“Hey baby girl, I don’t know who you thought I was but you can definitely keep doing what you are doing…” a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled her tightly between his legs. She glances at Tae again, Hoseok following her graze. Amanda is still grinding away at him, as he barely responds to her keeping his eyes on Y/N not noticing or caring that Hoseok is watching the interaction taking place. Y/N looks away. The song changes. Hoseok takes Y/N by the hand and guides her to the side of the dance floor and near the bar. Tae Hyung instantly follows, leaving Amanda on the dance floor.

“Hey, are you ready for another drink? I know I am.” Tae asks, grabbing Y/N free hand.

“Hey Tae, I got her…” Hoseok nods to Tae Hyung. Tae Hyung licks his lips in irritation. 

“Ok.” Tae responds but follows the pair to the bar leaving Amanda behind. 

“What do you want Y/N?”

“I’ll just have what you are having, Hoseok…” She smiles warmly at him and steals a quick glance at Tae hyung who is flirting with Lacy the bartender. Meanwhile Hoseok is still waiting to be attended to.

“Y/N here, 1 amaretto sour and 1 green tea shoot”. He hands her the drinks.

“Thank you…” Hoseok glares at Tae Hyung.

“Hey Tae I told you I got her…”, he says, his voice tense.

“Well, I was the one taking care of her before you even got here and promised to keep them coming right y/n?”. Tae squaring up to Hoseok.

“That’s true and thank you for that...what is up with everyone trying to buy my drinks. Why is everyone just trying to get me drunk? Are you guys planning something?” Laughter spilling from her mouth, she was past buzzed. She took the two drinks from Tae’s hand.

“Here’s to getting drunk and dancing troubles away!” She clanked her drink with Tae’s and chugged it followed by the green tea shot. Hoseok considered the situation and his options. He could see it in Tae’s eyes, he was so obvious that he wanted her but still wasn’t drunk enough to make a move. He also was aware of the way Y/N looked at him on the dance floor. He decided it wasn’t worth a fight tonight and set his eyes on Amanda who was desperate for attention. 

“Ok, Y/N Tae’s taking care of you tonight, I respect that, I’ll have to wait till I can have you for myself” he winked at her. Tae puffed up wanting to pounce on Hoseok for his comment but decided to let it go. He ordered two drinks and headed towards Amanda. Tae finished his drinks as well and felt embolden as the songs changed again. Here was his opportunity. 

POV: 2nd Person Y/N

You were past the point of buzzed but not yet drunk. You finished your drinks with Tae Hyung still thinking how you were grinding on Hoseok thinking it was Tae Hyung the entire time. Even standing in his presence you couldn’t keep from imaging grinding on him and that's when one of your favorite songs blarred in the club. It couldn’t have been more perfect.

Love in this Club- Usher

He entwined his fingers within yours pulling you gently yet briskly to the dance floor, was he as eager as you? When you reached the dance floor it felt literally as if all other individuals had faded away and it was only you and the lights dimmed a spotlight on the two of you. You turned your hips swiveling into the space between his legs, rolling your ass as hard as possible onto his dick. As soon as you pressed against it you felt it was already hard.

“I want to see you…” he whispered in a sultry sweet warm breath into your ear, spinning you effortlessly around to face him. Positing you perfectly with one leg in between your legs, his thigh pushing up the lips of your aching core. You bit your bottom lip wishing you were wearing a skirt rather than jeans. He placed one hand at the back of your waist pressing your abdomen flat against his and driving his thigh higher into your cunt. You breath hitched as you grinded against him swaying to the rhythm of the music. He tilted your chin up with his free hand.

“Don’t take your eyes away from mine, not even for a second….” You sucked in a cold breath as he pressed his forehead against yours, his lips ghosting yours. Your eyes locked into his deep brown orbs. You couldn’t imagine anything that could break your gaze from him. You were drowning in him. Your shallow breaths swirling with his breath, you were both breathing as one. 

“Ok…” was all you could muster in a breathy whisper.

“That’s my girl…” he replies, licking his lips, his tongue skimming just barely over your parted lips. He was on the verge of bringing you to your knees literally. You were nearly so far gone you were ready to unbuckle his pants and suck him off right there on the dance floor in hopes he would take you right then there in the club. Making love in the club like no one else is there just you and he. 

“....” you were rendered speechless. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating. “Fuck it’, you told yourself. You were losing your shit coming undone right before him as he grinding his thigh savagely into your core and making love to you with just his eyes. You were dripping wet, feeling horny was an understatement. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted a man as much as you wanted him right now in this moment. You closed the gap, he must have had the same idea because your lips crashed together at the same time.

He molded and moved his lips against yours softly and gently pushing them open flicking his tongue in, you opened your mouth willingly taking in the length and warmth of his tongue.

It was delicious still with the flavor of sweet amaretto as your tongues swirled together effortly like you were both made for this, for each other's mouths. He cupped the back of your head bringing your mouths even closer together. You let out a moan that reciprocated a shutter from him. He releases his own moan into your mouth breaking the kiss panting but never breaking his gaze from you. It was too much, you look away.

He instant brings your face back towards him, “na uh...I told you not to look away. You’ve disobeyed me and now you must be punished....” you trembled, his pressure increasing on your core, his hand grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing bringing nearly to your breaking point. 

“Tae, please… I-I-can’t, take much more...fuck, I’m going to cum right here…”, You lost yourself in him. The song coming to an end, provides you with some relief so to speak, you felt so edged it was unbearable. 

He takes you by the hand pulling off the dance floor not giving you or him an opportunity to speak to anyone. He takes you towards the club entrance and presses you against the wall near the entrance.

“You get to choose, here are you choices--- (planting wet kisses on your neck) , do you want to be punished in the club--- ( sucking your neck) or in my car, because I’m not willing to wait till I get you to my room. And then, i’ll have you again when we get home…. (more sucking and licking at your neck) ” moans escaped your mouth, you were shaking in between his arms, your legs felt like jello. 

“I-I--” You couldn’t even speak.

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[lover-girl-estxx]

Best Friends

part 2

*not my gif*

| Nicks POV |

I was hitting pads warming up in my room, Y/n wasn't here yet she was waiting and getting ready in the hotel room before coming to the warm up room. The door slightly opened as I took a break Y/n stuck her head in her Y/H/L hair waving as she did "wanted to make sure I had the right room" she stepped into the room. She had on a tight dark purple dress on and black heels to match, she closed the door holding her small purse in hand. She looked beautiful.. "What?" she said I stopped looking at her and moved to the people around us who were all looking at her "nothing....you look nice" I said with a slight smile "thank you!" she smiled widely with a light blush.

Now it was just resting till the fight, I sat on a chair "here" Y/n handed me a water bottle "thanks" she nodded and smoothed her dress before sitting next to me. "c-can you fix my hair? your the only one who does it right" I asked looking over at her "yeah" she moved and stood in front of me running her fingers lightly through my hair. I closed my eyes as she did "I know its dumb but i'll just say it..again..be careful tonight" I smirked "I will promise" "thanks" she cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead like always "come on i'll take you to your seat" Gilbert said I opened my eyes "okay!" she smiled she fixed one last hair "your gonna do great!" she added and her thumb rubbed my cheek as I shrugged "you will" she stuck her hand out for our hand shake.

| Y/ns POV |

Nick walked out Nate behind him and his music loud, as he past me he smiled. I sat on the end of my seat the whole family till Nick knocked him out I jumped up and yelled. "can you bring her in?" Nick asked a guard who nodded as nick pointed, he helped me to the cage when I got in Nick quickly wrapped his arms around my waist mine his neck "you did it! i'm so proud of you!" I whispered he smiled "thank you" I slightly fixing her hair.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs holding my hand as I walked down them "thanks Nicky" I smiled. I sat on a bunch in the dressing room, Nick was in the bathroom and the rest of the guys went god knows where. Nicks mom had texted me asking to see how nick was which I replied too "Y/n! can you come help me?" I stood up and walked in, he was running a cloth over his chest and stomach "will you just do my brow you know I hate doing the face cuts?" he added "yeah" I took my heels off setting them to the side, before washing my hands.

He sat on the counter me in front of him, he sucked in as I wiped his brow "sorry" I whispered he rubbed my bent elbow with his finger tips "its okay" he said softly. even with bruise covering him he looked so handsome, should I just tell him? Nate said I should what if he likes me too? But if he doesn't I'm fucked. "what?" he said "what?" I spread the vaseline on his brow "your thinking about something" he opened one eye "nothing" I shook my head "come on don't do that" "um I don't know how to nor if I want to" I dropped my arms after cleaning up everything I used, he put his hands on my hips and putting me back to him "Y/n" I loosely wrapped my arms around his shoulders "I really don't want too" "anything you say wouldn't change anything" "you don't know that" "I promise on everything" "I-I really like yo-" I was cut off by him kissing me I cupped his cheeks kissing him back. He smiled pulling away, I blushed "I love you Y/n/n" I slightly jumped up and down pecking his lips "I love you too Nicky" hugging him "you look so beautiful" he whispered kissing my neck "is it the dress?" I smiled "no it's all you honey" I giggled "you look pretty handsome too" he chucked "we getting to much" I smiled he shook his head kissing me again.

[kyleiskoool]

massive rod family/heritage headcanon dump:

okay so i kind-of feel like rod is french canadian. i really love making people french canadian gang... so yeah rod can speak french pretty fluently. also the canadian part purely bc of mgwlic. so it makes sense for him to say that he had a girlfriend in canada. (because rod isnt dumb, he wouldve thought it out a little bit guys) but yeah i loveeee making it so people can speak french.

okay but dont get me wrong, french is a romantic language but when rod speaks it he is the least romantic peraon ever. he speaks really direct bc all of the times he spoke french it was yelling at his parents (just wait ill expand on it). but when he gets mad he starts spouting shit off in french (nicky has picked up a few new phrases). but yeah he spoke french from birth and learnt english a bit at home and went to an english speaking school.

parental wise? i love rod so he's getting the lesbian mum treatment (me applying the fact my mum left- dw half of this isnt what happened in my life).

okay so rod grew up in a right winged family (thats why hes republican) in french canada. he has an older brother (but he is ALOT older like 11yrs older so he never rly knew her) and mum and dad. and then other relatives that r irrelevant. everything was pretty typical. he never really spoke to his brother but he was at christmas and stuff.

trauma time 😜

rods mum up and left at like 9 years old to go live with a lesbian lover. rods dad is PISSED bc theyre like highly conservative. even though he was homophobic before this CEMENTS that ideology in his mind. he doubles down and drills it into rods head that being gay is bad and he is nothing if he was gay. he never saw his mother after she left.

this is why he is so scared to come out. hes scared that everyone thinks this way and theyre all out to get him and abandon him. so he also doubts it when he feels it because he doesnt want to be bad. but yeah :( thats why he bonded with nicky so much because he secretly thought nicky was rly brave for supporting the lgbtq but he was still scared that somehow his dad would find out.

this goes into more that rods dad refused to let him do anything 'feminine'. he trued to get rod to play a sport but he couldn't for the life of him so he took up an instrument (the clarinet) instead. he always wanted to do the musical and sing, but once again, it wasnt seen as 'manly' enough. thats why he loves going to shows and is so wowed when be sees nicky in shows.

his brother definitely started talking to him a bit more when rod was in college. rod reached out first asking for advice. his brother pretty much said 'study, dont get kept up in emotional things and find a roommate with the same interests as you'. after that, his brother kept tabs on him as he moved on with life. he tries to help princeton in the same way his brother helped him.

his brother heard about his mum and didnt really care. he was definitely never that homophobic or conservative (thats why he moved out so quickly) so he never really cared about his mum being lesbian.

okay wait im just gonna do this here. this is a yap abt how rod and nicky became friends bc like why not.

okay so rod was majoring business or something i cant be fucked to care. anyways, he usually studied in the library or the caf at night. and he saw alot of faces but nickys just stood out to him for some reason. he eventually figured out he was a theatre major and that his name was an n name. he keeps mentioning this guy to his business major friends and they have no clue who he is. they try to ask around too and find little info except for his name (nicky) and the fact he was in the last musical

anyways, as rod really loves theatre, he usually goes to the theatreclubs shows if he has any spare money. he buys a ticket to a show and notices that THAT GUY that he always sees around is the LEAD. rod has to do a double take and in the intermission he buys a program. rod spends the rest of the show just looking at him and just fawning over his singing and acting.

the show finishes and mostly everyone leaves. rod sticks around, looking at his headshot just making sure that he knows what guy it is. nicky ends up coming out, smiling but ultimately looking tired. rod doesnt see anyone approach him and nicky is streamlining it to the door. rod ends up running over and just complimenting his performance. nicky lights up so much and thanks him over and over.

rod mentions that he's seen him around. nicky perks up and says that he thinks one of his friends is in his class. he goes 'youre ryan.. right?' and rod just laughs and goes 'haha, no im rod' and nicky is like 'YEP THATS RIGHT! i was so close'. rod just smiles and is like 'ill see you around, you got any more shows?' nicky tells him they have like 3 more shows and rod asks if he's got any classes. nicky says that he doesnt but he has a test the next day and needs to study. rod suggests that they study together because he also has a test soon.

nicky agrees and they plan on seeing each other the next day. and their friendship is born!

anyways, nicky is so flustered bc the guy he lowkey had a hallway crush on had invited him to study and rod was like 'YAYYAYAYAYYAYAYA I TALKED TO THE GUY I WANTED TO BE FRIENDS WITH'

okay guys thats the end of a very VERY big yap. i hope you guys enjoyed my stupid headcanon rant about rod because i have very big feelings about this. i very much want to write a oneshot about college rodnicky. (theatrekid nicky is my number one headcanon) !!! also desperate want to draw rods family !!!

okay gang leave a #thumbs up and subscribe if you enjoyed the video. see you in the next one!

[yourimagines]

hii can you do a nate or nick Diaz smutt where the reader starts touching herself in front of them/ turns into a smutt and yeah yk you complete the rest!

I hope this is what you wanted, if not please let me know, I’ll write you another one

Needy

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif in not mine

* Triggers: 18+, very smutty, kinks, Swearing and Fluff

Y/n POV

It was a long dreadful day today at work and I was exhausted. Nick whoever had a relaxed day, did some chores in our house and smoked a bit. “I’m going to bed, I’m tired.” I said and stood up, Nick hummed and I gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight baby.” He playfully slapped my ass as I walked away. ‘Cheeky little guy.’ I went upstairs and changed myself into something more comfy and brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how really tired I looked, dark circles around my eyes, eyes looked a bit droopy and my skin was a bit pale. ‘Man I look ugly as fuck.’ I washed my face with lukewarm water and did a little bit of skin care.

I crawled in our bed and got comfy under the covers. ‘Finally.’ I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, I fell half asleep, floating between consciousness and a dream, a wet dream to be precise. I woke up and groaned as I felt my damped panties. ‘Now I can’t even sleep at all..’ I was getting frustrated. I’m not only tired but horny as well now. ‘Maybe he can help you out.’ I stared into the darkness of the room and listened very carefully if Nick was close by, in the very quiet background I heard him walking around, that means he’s still downstairs. “Ugh…” I flipped myself over to my back and started to stimulate myself even more. My fingers slowly moving around my wet folds and I moved one leg a bit upward to make some room. My lay my head back and slid a finger in, my mind drifted away from my surroundings and the only thing I saw was Nick. “Oh fuck.” I softly said as my hips slowly started to move.

Nick POV

I locked the doors and walked upstairs to the bathroom, getting myself ready for bed. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red from smoking, I looked a bit pale but overall not too bad. I spit out my saliva and washed my face with water. As I was drying my face I heard a soft moan coming from the bedroom. ‘Y/n.’ My dick immediately reacted to that particularly sound and got hard. I left the bathroom and opened slowly our bedroom door, she was lying in the dark, her legs spread open, softly moaning my name. “Nick…” she moans with her eyes closed. Fingers moving in and out her wet pussy. My pants got tighter and I tiptoed closer, just looking at her. ‘Fuck…this is hot.’

“Baby.” I whispered carefully, not wanting her to scare her. Her eyes opened and she smiles, her cheeks turning a bit rosy. “Nicky…” she whines out. “Yeah baby, I’m here.” I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans out, I kicked them away and pulled my hoodie over my head and thrown it to the side. She was looking at me, still touching herself. “Can I help you out?” She nods and I joined her in bed, hovering over her body. “Nick.” She says as I gently pulled her fingers out of her and brought them to my mouth, licking them clean. “Are you bit needy today baby?” She nods and I gently rubbed her clit, a small whiny moan escaped from her mouth. “That’s it baby, daddy is here.”

She was already a mess underneath me, tired but needy. Her pussy started to squeeze around my fingers and before she hit her high I pulled them out. A frustrated whine escaped from her and I caressed her face with my other hand. “Sssh, it’s okay baby. Daddy is here to help you out.” I grabbed my hard dick out of my shorts and stroked it a few times before entering my way in her. A small gasp came from her and I carefully moved, she was tight, like always. “Nick…please. You’re so big.” Her small hands lay on my chest, trying to hold me back. “I know baby, I’ll be careful.” I slowly moved and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her chest. Two beautiful tits on display, my hand went up and squeezed them softly. “Fuck..you’re so hot.”

I was groping her tits and I felt her pussy getting used to my size. “Please fuck me..” her voice sounded small and helpless. “I’ll fuck you baby.” I grabbed her by her hips and picked up the pace. Her tits started to jiggle and tiny moans escaped from her. She was looking at me with her tired eyes, closing them now and then. “You’re tired baby?” She nods, trying her best to keep awake. “It’s okay baby, daddy takes care of you.” I moved forward, laying my head next to hers. Her small hands came up to my shoulders, grabbing me. “Daddy.” She moans softly against my ear. She moved her legs up and wrapped them around me, causing me to go deeper. I hit her sweet spot and she started to moan softly every time I hit that sweet spot of hers. “Fuck..you’re so good to me baby.” I started to growl and moan as I felt her pussy started to squeeze me. “I’m coming…” I kissed her shoulder and she buckled her hips up and tiredly came. “Daddy….” She tiredly moans. “Let it all out baby, daddy got you.” One of her legs trembled and I started to move a bit sloppier as my cum dripped inside of her as I just came myself.

I got up and went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean her up. I cleaned her up and join her again in bed. She was dead asleep, I pulled her closer to my chest and she whines a bit. “It’s okay baby, it’s me.” I kissed her head and caressed her back, she relaxed against my chest and her soft breathing was filling the quiet room. “I love you so much baby.” I held her close and watched her sleeping peacefully in my arms till tiredness came and I fell asleep by myself.

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABCs of Nick Vaughn - "I"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

A/N: The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

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Previous: H - Hair

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

I - Ice Cream

Calling Nick from your office, you twirl around in your chair, waiting for him to pick up.  

“Hello?” 

“Hi baby!” 

“Hey sweetheart. How are you?” 

“I’m good. Just making a shopping list. Anything special you want?” 

Nick chuckles.  “No, not really.  Maybe some ice cream since it's warm out.”  

You hmm in agreement and a wicked thought crosses your mind.  “Sure, I can get some ice cream.” 

Once at home, you store your purchases as Nick walks through the door. “Sweetheart?  I’m home.”  

“Hi baby!” You walk over to greet him with a kiss. “I ordered a pizza.”  

“Great! Too fucking hot. Eighty-nine in April is ridiculous.”  

You giggled. “Agreed. Should be here any minute. Oh, and I got your ice cream. And toppings. I figured we could make sundaes.”  

Nick nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” He flipped on the TV, a hockey game was on. He’s distracted now, which helps in your plan.  You went to change, slipping into a black lace number but covering yourself with one of Nick’s soft button downs.  You hear the pizza guy at the door and Nick greets and pays him.  

You come out and Nick is still not paying attention.  You huff slightly, grabbing two beers from the fridge and the can of whipped cream.  You plopped yourself into the big armchair and grab a slice, your bare legs dangling from the side. You both finished dinner, and just as the third period started, you grabbed the whipped cream can and squirted some in your mouth.  

Nick finally glanced over and sputtered in his beer as he saw you in just his shirt, swallowing the creaming white cream from the can.  “Sweetheart?” 

“Hmm?” You didn’t take your eyes off the screen, watching the puck go back and forth. This caused you to miss Nick moving behind you until you felt the tips of his thick fingers ghosting over your collar bone. You sigh at his touch.  

“You said there was ice cream for dessert?” 

“Mhmm,” you reply as you raised the can to your mouth. But before the sweet creamy substance could be dispensed, Nick snatched it out of your hand.  “Hey!” 

Without any words, Nick hauled you up and over his shoulder. “Nicky!” He set you down on the counter of the island and stands between your legs.  Nothing is said, just his heated gaze on you.  He starts to unbutton his shirt, slowly, his skin never contacting yours. Your breath hitches as he reaches the last button, and he glimpses at the black lace.  

You watch as his pupils diolate a little more.  He grabs the can and squirts a little over the swell of each breast and then licks it off.  You moan at the sensation of his tongue over your body.  When he was done, he reached for the chocolate sauce.  

“Baby, what are you doing?” 

“Making a deconstructed ice cream sundae.”  He undid your bra and made you lay back.  He poured some chocolate over your nipples and began to suck it off, making your arch and moan.  He stopped and went to the freezer to grab some good old fashion vanilla. Your chest was heaving as he grabbed a spoon.  He scooped up a dollop of the cold dessert and dropped it right in your navel.  The cold burn and you hissed.  Nick chucked but bent to eat the ice cream up.  

“Oh god, Nicky,” as he begins to peel your panties away. He grabbed the chocolate once again and poured a little at the top of your mound. He licked it off, dipping towards your clit at the end. You squealed at the sensation. Nick lapped at your slit, your taste mixing with the chocolate in his mouth.  

It was torture but now you wanted revenge. 

Quick as a flash you were on your knees in front of Nick, tugging at his belt and pushing his slacks down as far as necessary to let his glorious thick cock spring out.  You grabbed the can of whipped cream and sprayed a little on the tip. With your eyes on his, you licked the tip.  

Nick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a loud moan as you sprayed a little more along his length and proceeded to lick it off. The cream is mixing with the precome leaking from him, making a new delicious flavor. Ice cream would be a bad idea on this part of his body but the chocolate, well, it would make a fine reason to lick his balls.  

Nick was ready to blow after you sucked the chocolate right off his balls.  He couldn’t wait.  He picked you up and set you on the kitchen table.  You were still sticky with ice cream, but Nick couldn’t give a shit.  He lined himself up and slammed into you. You screamed at the force, but Nick was in a carnal state, needing to fuck you hard and fast. He drove in, over and over as you wailed his name.  He needed more, so he picked you up again, never disconnecting and got your onto the couch, draping himself over you. Your bodies are slick with sweat and sticky from the ice cream.  

“Fuck,” Nick says, “I love ice cream for dessert.” You can’t help but giggle and then moan as Nick drives her to the ending.  

“Nick, oh, god, so close.” You grasp your nails into his arm. The pain is the perfect catalyst to get Nick to the end.  

“Come for me,” he orders.  

It sends you over the edge, prompting Nick to release as well.  

After cleaning up, you were resting on the couch when Nick appeared in his boxers, holding two bowls.  You looked up at him curiously.  “I made you a sundae.” You snorted with laughter and took the bowl.  You took a bite and made a face. “What’s wrong?” 

“Doesn't taste the same without the under taste of your cum.”  

Nick chokes.  

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 7

Teddy is a sweetheart.

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Teddy turned to me, eyes betraying the pure horror that he clearly felt. He was covered in blood, his face a little bruised where he’d taken a punch or two. He also had a cut on his arm, not so deep that it would hinder his movement, but enough that it bled. He inspected it, then shook his head and moved to me, throwing the gun down.

I’d half-expected him to grab me and do something to me, but he didn’t. He reached out a gentle hand and pushed my hair back from my face.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I should have locked the doors. I never fucking thought anyone would come here without me… I didn’t fucking know Carl had a fucking key…” I shuddered, the adrenaline leaving me a quaking mess.

“I left,” I whispered. “I… m-my arm…” I mouthed the rest of the words.

“Shhh, shh, you’re safe now, (Y/N)… Are you hurt?” I nodded. But Teddy picked me up carefully and carried me through to his own bathroom, through his gorgeously large apartment which overlooked the city. He sat me down on a little chair in the corner, and stripped his own bloodied shirt off, revealing a toned, beautifully-tattooed chest. Turning the taps on, he ran a warm bath, adding the same soothing, cleaning liquid that turned the water a deep shade of orange. Something with a diluted iodine in, I think. But it smelled good and felt good. Teddy’s arm bled. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number. “I’m gonna need a crew to my place. Yeah, I found the Mason brothers in here. Took ‘em out, of course.” He turned to look at me. “Dylan touched my stuff. I couldn’t let it fucking go. Look, just get me a crew. Six. Oh – and I had to take Carl out, too. He’s been leaking shit. Alright.”  He pocketed his phone again, sighing.

“You’re hurt,” I whimpered, clutching my stomach with my good arm.

“I’ve had way fucking worse,” Teddy chuckled, moving to me as the tub filled. “Look at the fucking mess they’ve made of you, (Y/N)… They’ve ruined my work of art…”

Truth was, I didn’t care about the cuts, or the scars. I cared more about the sexual assault. About the feeling of Dylan’s hands in me and on me. About the others who’d used me. Nicky… the feeling of him dying inside me, too. I cared about that. And as Teddy inspected the cuts on my legs, I burst into tears and curled away from him.

“Hey! Hey, (Y/N)…” Teddy held up his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you –“

“I c-can f-feel his hands on me, still!” I yelped, my voice a rasp. I chose to whisper, instead. Far less painful. “I c-can feel his hands on me! Both of them – T-Teddy, I’m sorry – I c-couldn’t fight them off!”

“(Y/N)! Jesus fucking Christ – I’m not angry with you, baby! Not about this!” His voice was painfully tender. He touched my shoulder lightly. “Did they hurt you anywhere else?” He pulled my face to look at him. I knew what he meant.

“N-no. Just… they just used me.” Teddy’s face was set. But the anger, he was right, wasn’t at me. He pressed his lips together, then licked them. His nose bled. God, he looked fucking stunning, beaten up like that. Especially knowing he’d ended six guys entirely alone… I felt safe with him. Teddy stood and turned the taps off, the bath now deep and full. Seriously, the tub was at least three times the size of the one he usually put me in. I looked around the room, the grey tiles edged with gold here and there, typical for the Lobo brand. Flashes of red here and there on the towels, the accents of it… Teddy. And the window gave way to a spectacular view of the city, too high up to be seen by anyone except the birds.

Teddy moved back to me and held out a hand. I gave him the one that wasn’t attached to a broken shoulder.

“Teddy… my shoulder… it… I d-don’t think it was set properly,” I whispered. Teddy let me go and inspected it.

“Shit… I usually get that right… it’s in there now. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’ll get the doctor to come over, take a look.” He smiled at me. “Come on. Can you walk? Couple steps?” I uncurled myself and stood on shaky legs. I ignored the vile, vile fluids running down my leg. Teddy helped me into the tub, and shed his trousers and boxers, stepping in behind me. “C’mere.”

I sat down with him, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around me. The water, deliciously warm and soothing, covered me. My ass was just on the bottom of the tub, it was so luxuriously deep. All the fears I’d had before melted away. The feeling of Teddy behind me, holding me, rubbing the blood from my body gently… God, it was heavenly. His legs were either side of me, so his body truly did encase mine. Even as his fingers met open wounds, the stuff in the water stung a little, but then the heat and Teddy’s touch relaxed me.

He cleaned my face off with a soft washcloth (fucking monogrammed with ‘TL’ in the corner), holding me up with a bent knee. I was resting against him, crossing his body, watching him. He inspected his work, putting the cloth back into the water. He’d killed six guys today, purely in revenge for being in his home… but also because they’d hurt me. He’d ended their lives because they’d hurt me. I’d have eventually processed it and would have healed, but he didn’t show them an ounce of fucking mercy.

Teddy fucking Lobo cared for me.

I reached beneath the water and took the cloth from him, wringing it out weakly with shaking hands. My shoulder was killing me, but I didn’t need to move it at all to take Teddy’s face and clean the blood off him, too. He let me, watching me, his hands keeping my body from slipping lower into the water, those rich, deep brown eyes on me the entire time. I cleaned his forehead first, gently swiping the blood from the cut just on his eyebrow. Someone wearing a ring had punched him pretty hard there, the imprint of it visible in the bruise, a gentle ‘M’ shape. I moved to his cheekbone, taking care of the blood that dripped there, too. Then his nose, barely breathing in case I hurt him.

“Does… it hurt?” I asked softly, as I swiped the cloth gently across a cut on his lip.

“Nah,” he murmured. “I’ve had worse. Asshole barely touched me.” I smiled at him faintly. “Am I good, or no?”

“You’re good.” He shifted himself a little, then plunged both hands beneath the water and splashed his face and hair a couple of times, shaking the water away. He blinked at me and leaned back, pulling me gently with him so I was lying against him again. The hot water was absolute bliss, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

“You know, (Y/N)… I wish we were doing this because of what I’d done to you.” Teddy trailed his fingertips along my good arm, and I took his hand. His tattoos… each one had a meaning to him, or so I’d heard.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I murmured, tracing the dollar sign on his middle finger. “I love these.”

“My hands? Or my tattoos?”

“Yeah…” my mind was a touch foggy. Teddy chuckled, the rumble against my back sending little shivers down my spine. “Both. Both. I love both. And… and seeing that asshole holding your knives before… it felt wrong. It was so invasive…” Teddy pressed a kiss to my temple. They’re gone now. But I know what you’re telling me. I hear you. “Tell me about these?” I touched the dollar sign.

“Well… the dollar signs… I got those as a kid. I was fifteen. My first tattoos… pretty fucking cool, but I wouldn’t have done it these days.” He held both hands out in front of me, water dripping down them. “The diamond… that was from my first heist. We took out a jewellers in Baton Rouge. The owner had been skimming off my dad’s profits, so we fucking took his shit out.” Teddy stroked it. “I still got a ruby from that, actually. Looked pretty cool, so I asked dad if I could keep it, and he said yeah. This one…” he pointed at the R L on his left hand. “Is for my dad.”

“That’s the most obvious one,” I murmured, running my fingers over the ink. “I’m sorry you lost him, Teddy.”

“Eh, what are you gonna fucking do?” he sounded resigned, but like he’d processed it as much as he could. “This sleeve… this is just for fun. Whatever I’ve seen and liked. I wanted two wolf heads fighting, ‘cause it looked cool…” He explained each part of his tattoos on his hands, moving me to the side carefully to carry on with the ones on his chest. I traced the outline of the city as he explained that the city was his first love, his home, his blood. The crown was his crown, signifying his kingdom.

“Did they hurt?” I asked, fingering the one on his neck.

“Those did,” Teddy replied. “On my neck. Took a lot to get through it, actually. But after that, it was easy.” He swallowed, eyes on me still. I felt like a kitten crawling over a lion. Careful where I touched, careful where my hands went. Any moment, he could snap. But he didn’t. He wrapped his arm around my back, supporting me under the water, and draped the other over the edge of the bath, eyes still on me. I wanted to kiss him again. But I didn’t have the strength. And I didn’t want to push it. Instead, I rested my head against his damp shoulder, tracing the outline of one of the snarling wolf heads that covered most of his pec.

“Teddy… I… c-can I ask questions, now?”  

“Sure.”

“How long have you had me here?”

“Six weeks, baby.”

“Are… what are they saying about me, out there?” Teddy smiled languidly.

“Not much. They thought you’d died for a minute, in the restaurant. But then they didn’t find your body… fucking assholes.” He chuckled to himself. “And then they were looking for you. Couple of people said you’d probably show up in the river… Officer Quincy is convinced I’ve kidnapped you and trafficked you as a sex worker or some shit. She’s on my case again, actually.”

“Oh…”

“Not what you wanted to hear, baby?”

“I… I’d hoped… I don’t know.” And I didn’t know. I’d wanted the entire force to be looking for me. “That everyone would be looking for me.”

“We pay them to keep their noses out. You, Quincy and Chandler were the only ones who didn’t want to take payment. And look where it got you.”

I let that hang in the air for a little bit while I processed the fact that no-one was coming for me. No-one was going to find me. No-one knew where I was. If Rebecca thought I was trafficked, she’d have given up hope too.

No-one was looking for me.

What, then, was I fighting him for? If I wasn’t fighting for my freedom anymore, for a life back on the police force, for a life where I could make a difference for the better… what was my purpose fighting him? Not submitting to him? My sluggish, slow brain ticked over, landing as Teddy picked up the washcloth again and started trickling water over my scalp, into my hair.

What was in it for me, then?

As Teddy sat up a little and massaged a little shampoo into my hair, removing more blood, I allowed my thoughts to wander down that path, letting images drift lazily in front of my eyes as I closed them with Teddy’s touch.

Me and him in the kitchen having dinner, adjacent to each other, the room dimly-lit… and he’s telling stories of his work that day, where he’s helped people with his family’s money.

Him and me on the sofa, curled up under a blanket, watching a movie, his hand protectively on my side, me lying across his chest.

Both of us strolling along the riverfront, both our hands in his pocket where it’s warm, his breath forming in clouds as he laughs at one of my jokes.

Driving. Teddy driving that orange Dodge Challenger, going so fast through the streets we owned, burning doughnuts in an empty parking lot with music so loud, neither of us can think. Driving along the streets slowly, just enjoying the places we pass. Driving, until I stop him and demand he pulls the seat all the way back… Turn it off, baby, so I can turn you on.

In the shower together, him pressing me against the wall, eyes on me, holding my gaze, my name echoing from his lips around the cavernous bathroom…

A soft moan escaped my lips as Teddy massaged the base of my scalp, and he chuckled softly.

“Where’s that dirty little mind of yours going, (Y/N)?” he murmured, holding my head back while he rinsed my hair out.

His hands around my throat, possessive, controlling, but never ever deadly.

I shivered, a pain shooting through my shoulder.

“To the things I hope would be part of the deal, should I take a knee.”

His hands froze, and he shifted beneath me. He finished rinsing my hair after a moment, throwing the washcloth with a splat to the side. His hands traced a soft line down my wet throat, from my ear to my collarbone.

“You’re fucking thinking about it?” he whispered, his mouth by my ear.

“Mmm,” I murmured. “But if I give you that, Teddy… what’s in it for me?” I turned to face him, holding my injured arm still by holding onto the collarbone on my other side. He was wary of it, holding my waist in the spot where there were no bruises or wounds.

“What would you want?” I straddled him, his gaze fiery as he looked up at me.

“Something you wouldn’t be willing to give me.”

“Fucking try me,” he whispered. “I’ve got money. Jewels. Drugs. Whatever you could possibly want, baby.”

“Have the tables turned, Teddy?” I asked. I liked this. I was flirting that fine line between pissing him off enough that he’d leave my shoulder to rot in its socket, and turning him on to the point where he’d take both knees for me. At least, I hoped I was. Honestly, I had no idea how he was going to react.

“You think you’ll get it for free?” Teddy chuckled softly. “Baby! Oh, baby, you’ll get everything you want if you take the fucking knee and finally admit you’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… in what way?”

“Whatever way you want.”

“So it is my choice, in the end.” I licked my lips. “Either I be your queen to this empire… or I break your poor, dead little heart and become no more than a paid-up little nobody in a cute police uniform that, ultimately, means nothing on the streets of New Orleans…” Teddy stared at me, lips parting a little. “The real question, Teddy,” I breathed. “Is what you want me to be. Because depending on your answer there…” I trailed off, letting it hang in the air. Teddy swallowed. He took my chink between his finger and thumb and pulled me towards him, still careful of my shoulder. He pressed his forehead against mine.

“This,” he whispered, and kissed me softly, gently, carefully, asking for permission to deepen the kiss as he kept pulling back just a touch. I leaned into him, and he turned me slowly, so I was leaning against him on my good shoulder, lips still connected. I was looking up at him, now. He’d shifted the power hierarchy ever so subtly, but it was there. He kissed me again, his hand cupping my jaw, holding my head in place. He tasted incredible… and I felt my heartbeat spike, which sent me dizzy. When he finally broke the kiss, I was flushed. He took my hand, and linked my fingers with his long, beautiful ones. “Mine… and mine alone.” He took in my dazzled exterior, and laughed breathily. “What were those conditions, baby?”

“Just one,” I said softly, gazing up at him. He bit his bottom lip, as though tasting me off it. He pressed his forehead against mine. “Give up being a criminal.”

[cough-ii]

aftg as quote book pt 4 !!

“its just a silly little twerk of mine” - nicky

“i wouldn’t mind being called woke. im awake arent i?” neil/wymack

“enter hot take on kevin” *drops the mic, takes a bow* - neil

“Just a reminder we are HALF WAY THERE and we are LIVING ON A PRAYER” - renee @ games

“Led by you hoe” - Alison

“i physically cannot play with my balls in my bedroom” - neil?

“Fuckin this, fuck that fuck fuck fuck” - wymack

“Porn is a genre” - nicky

“Reading porn is better than not reading at all” - nicky

“We are all bussin” - nicky

“Don’t shoot the prime minister…please” - everyone @ andrew

“He gave himself a DIY circumcision” - be creative

“I live under a rock. It;s very warm” - neil

“The only way youre getting out of maths this year is if you kill yourself” - neil

“Don’t kill yourself” - wymack

“Tomorrow we’re going to learn how to be better bullies :)” - dan

“I have nothing important to say ever” - aaron

“I am wrong in the head” - kevin

“Some people say lots of things to get off” - nicky

“It was such a delicious luxury to have a warm drink” - matt

‘I got my pussy waxed’ - alison

‘i feel so much better without my pants’ - matt

“neil you’re flirting” - dan “oops…” neil

“Impact on the victim… DEATH” - andrew

“Stop doing magic in class please” someone to andrew

“‘You look good enough to eat,’ Andrew Minyard had said, the first time he came to pick him (Neil) up. When they got home again he did begin to eat him”

“Hey hoe 💅” alison

“That is tighter than a fishes ass hole” - matt

“Are you ok you look like a drenched rat” - dan

“If I get your name wrong, blame your parents” -wymack

“I was on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing” andrew

“I have thousands of dollars to my name” neil

“why did you threaten me?” kevin “because i wanted to” neil

“Dragons have pronouns too” renee

“i very much enjoy getting renee wet” - Alison, dunking water on renee

“andrew is a crack up” - nicky probably almost got shanked for this

“talk dirty to me” andrew “What if I tied up all your hands and legs and then threw you down the stairs and you died, but we were friends who liked practical jokes, would that be murder?” neil

‘Who was humping the statue?’ - dan

“Little red riding hood in bed with the wolf” - Alison

“His eyes are penetrating you” kevin @ neil unironically

“There are a number of ways you can skin a cat” andrew when one of the cats piss on the bed

‘Just shake ur ass and no one will notice’ nicky

“Why is it always mother fucker this, mother fucker that? Why is it never father fucker” neil

“I’m very private with my fists” dan

“I had some guy in my car and he said ‘i want to commit suicide’ and i said ‘no, not in my car get out’” - twinyards

“Girls, you’re semi-hysterical” wymack

“I touched your boob im sorry” matt @ dan

“Not just jumping off the religious sculpture, they were humping the religious sculpture” - renee, traumatised

‘DANCE you idiot, D-A-N-S…’ - kevin

‘We’ll talk about the sex party another time’ dan

‘I have a gin and tonic every night, it keeps me young’ wymack

“I was in a rage and i broke his nose” neil ab kevin

“Some people need to be chemically castrated” andrew

“Don’t chew gum in front of Jesus” renee

“I’m hearing plenty of smashing noises over here” allison in the cabin

“Oh why don’t you crawl back into your hole” andrew @ neil

“Legalise recreational use of cannibalism” aaron in a presentation

“CMERE YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!” wymack

“Stabbing them 3 or 4 times is plenty” andrew

“My brother got dropped on his head” andrew

‘Comparing sizes’ nicky

‘Ive been stalking you all’ kevin

“Shit, Shit, SHIT, Oh my god, SHIT. That’s fucked” nicky

“She called him gay so i threw the chair at her” neil

“I’m gonna die” aaron “Don’t care.” neil

“Get help please” dan

“Young people’s music today, I just don’t get it” abby

“We all have the homosexual gene” andrew

“I’m not going to get you to go around class and looking if people have homosexual characteristics” andrew maybe

‘i saw this really big tombstone and i asked ‘is that where jesus was buried?’’ andrew @ renee

‘What if I worked 55 hours a day?’ matt?

“now that i’m your legal guardian i guess i should look after you” dan a/o matt @ neil

“lesbians are people too” neil

“Charisma test? caress my balls” nicky

“Do you want to do a quickie to de-stress” andrew

“If you are interested in any horizontal refreshment” andrew

“Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace, play with my balls and tell me how big they are” (…….. i have second hand embarrassment) - allison

“Do you think Jesus had daddy issues?” alison

“We all get stressed sometimes but cursing is not fucking ok” dan

“I'm working, im twerking and im jerking” nicky

‘It’s a good kisser it’s so smooth and soft and warm’ neil ab his homework

[randoauthor]

SwimSuit Model (R.F)

Pairings: Bob x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing and suggestive lines

Word Count: 615

Author's Note: Oooo we get to see a partially dominant Bob...!

Summary: Jake is crushing over a swimsuit model he found in magazine, and then doesn't believe Bob when he says he is dating her.

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"Get a load of this beauty," Hangman said peering over his sunglasses to get a better look at the girl suntanning on the beach. Her swimsuit hugs her curves just right and she seemed to not care about anything but the sailors playing dogfight football. Even Natasha seemed to notice her.

"Holy shit." She said walking over to Jake, "it's (y/n) (y/l), she is like one of the biggest models on the west coast. Sports Illustrated, Playboy, Vogue. She's done them all."

Jake stared at Natasha with a dumbfounded look on his face. "No fuckin way." Natasha nodded before calling Bob over.

He came jogging over confused as to why Hangman was staring at his girlfriend. "What magazines has (y/n) modeled for?" Natasha asked, "oh," Bob said, "a good few actually, but the biggest ones are Sports Illustrated and Playboy, she has also walked in New York and Paris fashion week, and she's hoping to walk in Milan next year." Jake laughed. "That's funny Bob, I didn't know Bob was a fan of swimsuit models" Bob and Nat gave each other a confusing glance.

"Jake, Bob, and (y/n) are together," Nat said slowly Bob nodding beside her.

"No that's impossible a girl like her would never go for Bob, no offense." Bob gave a soft smile, "somehow you always make it offensive."

A slight distance away you watch as your boyfriend talks to his friends, it was kind of him to invite you to accompany him to the beach, granted you were planning on going anyway. Bob seems upset, maybe something someone was saying? Natasha and you got along great so you knew it wasn't her. None of the other guys you had met yet so you couldn't speak for the rest.

"Rooster! Get over here! Bob is convinced that he's dating a model!" Jake shouts, so Rooster comes jogging over to also gawk at Bob's girlfriend as you sit there staring right back at them.

"I mean yeah she's hot, but I couldn't see myself with her." Bob looked at Rooster with a weary glance, "I mean yeah it would be awesome to date a model but I don't think I could deal with so many guys staring at her, let alone ones pretending to date her." Bob let out a frustrated sign.

"Ya know you guys don't have to believe me but don't fucking make fun of me for it." He says sharply. "Woah, easy tiger, don't get your panties in a twist," Jake said with a chuckle.

"(y/n) come here!" your boyfriend shouts at you from across the beach, you stand up and brush yourself off and make your way over to him and his friends. You give a soft smile to the strangers as you get closer and the one closest to your boyfriend extends his hand.

"The name is Jake Sersin, they call me Hangman," He gives her a smirk as she takes his hand. "(y/n)(y/l)," you say sweetly.

"Enough of this," Bob grumbles, "They don't believe you're my girlfriend." You look with amusement between the sailors.

"Oh really?" You smirk looking at Bob, "prove it to them, baby." And so Bob does, he walks over to you, and with one hand grabbing your waist, he places his other around your throat. You allow him to kiss you passionately as Natasha hoops and hollers as you kiss him back.

Bob pulls away from you he turns to Jake, looking rather defeated.

"Do you believe me now?" He says with a smirk, holding you close to him.

"Yeah," Jake says with a sigh.

"Okay," you clap your hands together, "Who's ready for some football?"

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