#pov: Eric walks through your door and says your house sucks

[kimberlyannharts]

I’m glad this game understands Eric’s personality, which is that he exists to talk shit

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can I request Paul or Quil, whichever you prefer x reader, where reader has a manic episode and just Linda disappears of the face of the earth for like HOURS and everyone is stressing because they just cannot find this bitch only for her to pull up to there house at like 2am in like a post manic daze where they're just confused and don't know what happened or how they got there

Quil Atear x Fem Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of bpd, bipolar, mania, depression

You have been staring at the ceiling. Your brain is itching to do something. You dont want to be around anyone, but you need to do something. You check the time. 4:00 A.M. You push the blankets off of you. You walk out of your house, leaving your phone behind. You giggle to yourself and then shut the front door behind you, running off. Finding somewhere to go.

Quil:

"When you two wake up, come to my place." Sam orders me while the pack goes our separate ways after patrolling. I nod my head and run toward my house. Well, OUR house.

As I reach the door, I notice I can't feel her. There's a pit in my stomach. I open the door and walk around. "Baby, I'm home." I look in every room.

Once I reach the bedroom, I check her daily medication organizer. Every tab is full. Today is Thursday. I pull out her bottles and pour them out, counting quickly.

She hasn't taken them in two weeks. My heart sinks. Why would she lie to me about taking them? I have to keep up with these numbers because she's done this before, but she never ran off like this.

I run out of the house and call Sam.

"Hello?"

"Please, get the guys out here. Y/n." Is all I could spit out.

Your pov:

You sigh in content as you fall onto the ground of the cliff. You lay your head back over it, your hair falling down, not even close to the water underneath. You keep your body on the rock. You close your eyes and debate about jumping.

You decide not to and then stand back up. As you stand back up, you smell something. You follow the smell and see a group of young adults at a fire. "Who are you?" A blonde boy asks. You sit next to two girls. One with glasses and the other one giving you a snobby look. "Rain." You come up with a fake name. (Sorry if you're Rain. Come up with like... pinky doo?) They look at each other in confusion. "I'm Eric! That's Mike." The other guy says while pointing to the blonde guy that asked your name. "Jess." The snobby girl says. "Angela!" The other girl smiles. "Sorry to intrude! I didn't mean to. I was just walking around enjoying the scenery. It's a calm day." You try to make it seem casual. Mike raises an eyebrow. "It's... always a calm down here." Jess awkwardly chuckles, looking around at her friends.

Quils pov:

Oh my god. I fall on my knees and start crying, holding onto her jacket that lays in the damp grass. Is she gone? She can't be. I'd feel it.

Jared comes up behind me and hugs me. "It's okay. She's not gone." The other guys follow suit, holding me as I break down. "C'mon, Quil. We've got to go." Sam says with compassion. Once we all stand up, he grabs my shoulders, shaking me slightly. "We are going to find her."

Your pov:

They all start laughing at your joke as you talk about a fake scenario that never happened. "Yeah! And when the Uber driver looked up at me through the mirror, he said, 'Clean that up'." Everyone bursts into laughter.

Suddenly, you got tired of the company and wanted to leave and do something else. "Okay! Bout to bop out. Gotta head home." You stand up. They all say bye and you walk away.

The breeze hits you, and you see your fingers turning white. The cold isn't bothering you at this state of mind, but you know Quil would kill you if you ended up losing limbs. We'll, sucks that you lost your jacket somewhere.

You keep running around and suddenly see train tracks. This peaked your interest, and you laid down on the tracks. You closed your eyes and relaxed. You hear in the distance a train is coming. You can feel the vibration underneath you. You sit up and stare ahead of you, waiting for the last second to jump. You start laughing at how good you feel.

The train gets closer.

Closer.

The light is so bright it's nearly blinding you. You raise your arms up and scream as if you're on a rollar coaster. The train blows its horn, and you quickly roll off to the side. Barely 30 seconds go by, and the train blasts through. Your hair blows everywhere, and you're smiling. You sit there until the train leaves.

They always said the rails were burning hot when a train rolls through. You put your hand on the rusty, brown metal rail, and you leave your hand there. You soak in the feeling of the burn. You close your eyes, and you imagine your hand sitting in a fire without your skin melting off. You take your hand off and look. Red, bloody, skin peeling, some black spots.

Quils pov:

1 a.m. At Emily's.

We all sit in the living room. I hear Rachel yawn for the fifth time. "You can go to sleep, love. Don't worry." Paul whispers to her. She shakes her head. I keep my elbows rested on my knees, hands together, and on my chin. Emily walks in with sodas and cake. She sits down next to Sam. "You can't feel anything bad?" Embry asks, suggesting do I feel her soul has left. I shake my head no. I don't. But what if she is, and I just refuse to allow it to hit me. "Maybe we should call Renesmee. Maybe Alice could help us." Jared suggests. "Anything. God. Anything." I start crying.

Suddenly, the door bursts open. There stands my imprint. She has a smile on her face. She looks disheveled. I quickly jump up and go to her. "Where the fuck were you?!" I scream and look all over her for any sign of injury. I look at her hands and see one is burnt. "Fuck!" I yell. She's still smiling in space. "I had a good day. Did you?" She asks me without... asking me. She's not here with me. I turn back to see everyone looking at us with confused faces. "I'm taking her home. Thank you guys. Love you." I walk out while pulling her.

"I made friends!" She giggles. I stay silent.

Next morning YOUR POV:

You wake up with my hand on fire. You see it bandaged up. Your head is pounding. You sit up and see Quil sitting up with his knees up and elbows wrapped around so his hands are holding each other. He looks upset. "Baby?" You whisper. He slowly looks over at you. "Do you remember anything?" He asks. You do a little bit. You nod your head and look down. "I counted your medicines." He says. Your heart aches. You forget to take them but you tell Quil that you do. "Why would you lie to me?" He asks, his voice shaky. You felt tremendous guilt that almost had you puking. "I just keep forgetting, and I am sorry for lying." You sniffle. You look beside you and see sleeping pills and tea. That's how you knocked out.

Quil moves, grabbing your bottles and handing them to you. You stare at them. "Now." He demands. "I'll have an alarm set for every day at the same time." You respond. You open the bottles and pour the amount in your hand. "This is really embarrassing." You sigh while taking the pills. "There's nothing embarrassing about taking medication, y/n." His tone is more aggressive. "I know, I know. I meant telling the pack. They all must think I'm crazy now." You start to cry. He pulls you into his chest. He kisses the top of your head. "You're family. They will never think that. They will always have your back." He whispers to you and runs his fingertips along your arm. "I love you." He places more kisses on your head. "I love you, too."

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Ultimate prom dream; Queen x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I have yet another story for you all. In light of this whole quarantine and schools having been cancelled for the rest of the year, most of you out there have been denied some of the senior privileges such as Graduation and Prom. Well even though you guys couldn’t go to prom, I hope that at least this fic makes you feel like you ARE experiencing all the joys and wonders that senior prom has to offer (now personally my senior prom wasn’t all that good. In fact it was really the AFTER prom that was the best. Damn DJ WOULDN’T EVEN TAKE REQUESTS AT MY PROM WTF!!! But anyways that’s just my school prom)

But I hope this fic brings some of you HS seniors out there some comfort and you can imagine the perfect prom dream without all the drama lol. Hopefully soon I’ll come around and do a graduation fic. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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*April 13th, 1974*

Well this is probably the worst day of my life.  My senior year prom is coming up and I already know I can’t go.  In fact no one can go.  Apparently we didn’t reach enough money from our last fundraiser and without any of that money, the school couldn’t afford to get the prom started.

“Hello (y/n), how was school?” my mum asked from the kitchen.

“It sucked!”

“Hey! Don’t use that kinda of language in this house young lady!”

“Whatever.” I muttered angrily as I stormed up the stairs and went straight to my room and slammed my door shut.  I threw myself onto the bed and just gripped my pillow close to my chest trying my best to hold in the tears.

Maybe I might be overreacting but this is the final dance of my entire high school career, and because of a damn fundraiser, I may never get to have that dream.  I’ve always dreamed about being the Princess of the ball, getting to hang out with my friends for one final time before we all graduate and go our separate ways, but it’s ruined!

I knew I couldn’t talk about this to mum and dad, they’d never get it.  And of course my younger sibling’s don’t understand the concept of a senior prom.  Maybe my older sister could help out, she got to have a senior prom after all, yeah I’ll talk to Ronnie.

So sneaking out of my bedroom window, I got onto the tree that stood right by my room and carefully climbed down the trunk before taking off running to the nearest bus stop to head over to my sister’s place.

After about a 15min. bus ride, I finally arrived in the district where my sister was currently living at.  I walked along the streets till I finally came by the apartment and entered inside. I greeted the doorman and the person at the front desk and headed on up to my sister’s floor.

Once I reached it, I walked along the hallway and took out the spare key she had made for me and the rest of the family (but it’s mostly me that usually goes to see her). I unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hey Ronnie, I’m sorry to barge in like this but I really need to t—” that’s when I saw her and her boyfriend of one year John Deacon quickly pop up from behind the couch. They’re hair all messed up and I noticed that John’s collar was bunched up. “Wow okay sorry to bother you two. Guess I really did come at a bad time.”

“It’s okay (y/n). You—you can come on in. After all you did come all this way and I know you never do unless it’s either really important or you just wanna stir up trouble.” Ronnie said as she and John got themselves situated and adjusted themselves from their position.

“You sure? I don’t wanna disrupt anything.” I teased to which my sister glared at me threateningly (or so she thinks) and that’s when John said.

“Just get in here you little twerp.” I playfully stuck my tongue at him and walked on over and ruffled Deacy’s long hair.  He shoved my hand away as I came around the couch to sit on the chair.  Suddenly I felt myself being pulled into his lap and I was trapped in his arms.

“Oi! Let go John.”

“No I don’t think I will.” He pondered. “In fact I think you deserve a little punishment.”

“For what?!”

“You know the rules, no one but your sister can mess with these locks, and you’ve gone and broke that rule.”

“If you want to John, she’s very ticklish on her sides.” Ronnie said as she stood up.

“Ronnie!” I shrieked.

“Thank you my love.” Then before I could even struggle to get out, John proceeded to tickle my sides. I squirmed and tried to free myself from his grip but it was in vain. “Do you wish to surrender?”

“Yes! Yehehehehssss!!” I laughed through his devilish tickly fingers before he finally relented and I was left a panting mess. “How your little sister dealt with you I’ll never know.” He shrugged which made me chuckle.

Seriously, out of the boyfriends my sister’s had throughout the years (which were only just a handful), John Deacon was the one I could really see Ronnie settling down with. H’s sweet, kind, lets me and my younger siblings have a say in what’s what at the home.

He's respectful, and even though he’s currently part of the top rising band Queen, he still managed to get a degree (not to mention graduate with Honors) in electrical engineering, it shows that John has true character.  And yeah he was shy but I guess that’s why I’ve always liked him more than Ronnie’s previous boyfriends.  They weren’t arrogant or didn’t appear intimidating.

“So (n/n). What brings you all the way over here?” John asked me as he tucked some hair out of my face.

“And did you tell mum where you were going?” Ronnie asked me from the kitchen.

“Well……”

“Oh no. (Y/n) please tell me you didn’t sneak out again.” Before I could answer, the phone rang and Ronnie and I knew it had to be mum.  She sighed before racing over to it and answered it.

I turned to John who just looked at me shamefully and did the ‘shame on you’ motion with his index fingers.  I punched his shoulder while he gawked at me before trapping me in his arms once more but this time gave me a playful noogie instead of tickles.  I grumbled like a cat as I freed myself meanwhile Ronnie harshly shushed at us ordering us to be quiet.

John and I complied before looking at each other and quietly snickering to ourselves.

“Yes mum, okay yes. I’ll make sure to drop her back at home whenever she gets done with her visit here. Yes mum. I love you too, I’ll see you this weekend. Bye.” She hung up the phone before turning her harsh eyes at me. “You’re lucky I stick up for you all the time.”

“Yes I’m so blessed.” I teasingly praised as I rolled over on the couch hanging upside down to look at her.

“Then this better be an important visit otherwise I’ll tell mum that you snuck out through the tree again. Maybe this time dad will really cut that thing down.”

“No! Okay, fine. Fine.”

“Good. Now stand up straight and get your feet off the top of my couch.” She ordered me.  I sat up right before bringing my legs to my chest so that I could look at her all innocent like. “Don’t give me those kitten eyes of yours.”

“Oh come now Ronnie, you can be so harsh with her. Look at her all sweet and innocent.” John praised me as he cupped the side of my face and wrapped an arm around me.

“Trust me John, when she was younger she was a little trickster. And she still is. No wonder where Derek and Eric got their naughty behavior from.”

“Well believe it or not Ronnie I hadn’t even played a single prank in four months. And neither have the boys.”

“Just tell us why you’ve come all this way over here.” She said as she came back into the living room. At that point, my brain went back to the prom cancellation and I grew somber.

“You okay (n/n)?”

“Not if you don’t count the fact my senior year is officially over.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Ronnie asked me as she came up and sat beside me, while John scooted closer to me on the other side.

“The school’s cancelled the senior prom.”

“What?” she asked after a moment of silence.  I nodded sadly.

“Why did they choose to do that?” asked John.

“Well our school’s not like other schools that freely give out a prom. We have a spring fundraiser to see if we can reach a quota just to see if we can even afford to do a prom. If we do, the prom’s set in stone. If not, then the schoolboard just pulls the plug on the idea and the seniors get no fun finale farewell dance.”

“Well that is messed up.” He said.

“I know right!? How could they do this to us!? I mean we didn’t even make half the quota for the deadline. But they shouldn’t take it out on us that it rained that day!” I sighed heavily.  “Ron, can you tell me again what your senior prom was like?”

“You know you’ve heard my prom story over a hundred times, you would know it better than I would at this point.”

“I know. But—with no chance of me ever having a senior prom ever again, this’ll be the last time I ever get to imagine what my prom might be like.” She looked down at my with sympathy in her eyes before she turned to John and said.

“John, could you—give us a moment alone?”

“I’m out of here. Besides I’m late to meet the lads at rehearsal anyway. Hopefully, Roger hasn’t destroyed the studio just yet.” The three of us laughed.  John stood up and ruffled my hair before leaning down towards Ronnie and giving her a kiss goodbye.  “See you tomorrow night right?” he asked her.

“Hope the boys don’t keep you too late though.” Said Ronnie.  John smiled before walking out of the apartment.  As soon as the door shut, Ronnie wrapped an arm around me and she asked me, “What would you like to hear first?”

“I rarely asked you this, what was your dress like?” she smiled and then for the rest of the afternoon, she told me every single detail of her senior prom.

All the while I imagined my prom to be exactly how Ronnie described hers, now more than ever.

*John’s POV*

The next day in the studio I was with the guys thinking back to what (y/n) had said to Ronnie and I the other day.  Even though my prom wasn’t the best time of my life, to a young woman it’s different. (Y/n) really seemed to want to go to prom and be the ‘Princess of the ball’ as she claimed and now because of what the school said, she’s been robbed of it.

The one night where a girl could feel like a princess in a fairytale.  The final year to spend with her friends and just dance the night away.

“Deacy? Deacy? OI DEACON!!” I felt a drumstick hit my head and I proclaimed in pain.

“Ow!”

“Finally he speaks. You looked like you were miles away.” Roger’s voice spoke up.

“And you couldn’t have chosen the pillow to toss at me?”

“Too lazy to get up and get it.” He whined.  I rolled my eyes when I felt Freddie’s arm wrap around my shoulders.

“What’s got you so lost in thought that you stop working Deacy dear?”

“Sorry Freddie. Just—thinking about something that (y/n) said.”

“Ahhh our little mini-Tetzlaff. God it’s been so long since we’ve seen her. You should offer to bring her around more often.”

“So how is Veronica’s sister?” Brian asked.

“Well—not too good in recent events.”

“Uh-oh. What’s happened? Was it some arsehole little boy who needs to be taught some manners?” Freddie threatened.

“No nothing like that.”

“Is it her grades again? Cause I can offer my tutoring skills this time around.” Brian asked.

“Her grades are fine, and she’s fine with me tutoring her. You over-complicate things Brian.”

“Then what is it? C’mon we’re dying here!” Roger stated impatiently.

“Her school’s cancelled her prom.”

“WHAAAAAAAT!!?!?!?” Freddie screamed. “Oh my god this-this-this-this is……this is it. The apocalypse has officially begun! I already cleared my schedule this weekend to go dress shopping with her!? Mary’s planned out the best makeup plan for her!! Those fuckers!!”

“Fred. Freddie!” Roger stopped Fred’s rambling and pacing around the studio. “You’re rambling and hysterical right now.”

“Of course I’m hysterical darling! Our beloved mini-Ronnie has been denied every young girl’s dream to be a Princess at the ball!” Freddie snapped.

“Prom was never really my favorite thing my senior year of high school. Extremely awkward if I’m being honest.” Brian admitted.

“Well my prom was the best night of my life. Got to shag the Prom Queen just shortly after her coronation. Denise Williams, best night of my senior year.” Roger bragged.

“Isn’t that always the typical thing for the prom king to do?” I asked.

“Who said I was the prom king?” he let on as he brought a cigarette to his lips and took a drag of it. Brian rolled his eyes as Roger grinned and exhaled his previous drag.

“Still it’s a crime! And I will not allow our sweet rock princess to be denied the one night she can truly shine! Deacy dear when are you seeing Veronica next time?”

“We’ve got lunch together on Friday.” I told him.

“Good. Then tell her to have (y/n) clear her schedule for Saturday, we’re going to go on a little shopping trip.”

“What have you got in mind Fred?” Brian asked suspiciously.

“The weekend that (y/n) has long desired for. Prom preparation. Here’s the plan my darlings.” Freddie gathered us in a circle and told us what he called ‘Operation: Prom Rescue’.

*My POV*

Finally the week was over and the weekend finally came.  I was still asleep in Ronnie’s guest room (I had asked my mom if it was okay to spend the night over at her place Friday night).  And I don’t know whether I was dreaming or what but I felt something poke my cheek.

I groaned and at first brushed whatever it was away.  But a second later I felt it again so this time I turned away from it and tried to hide myself under my blanket and pillow.  Slowly my consciousness was starting to stir but I refused to fully wake up, so I tried to relax my mind and hope that it would go back to sleep.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) dear~. Wakey, wakey darling.” Freddie? Since when did he come into my dreams? I groaned and tried to block out his voice cause otherwise it would wake me up again. Suddenly I felt cold air hit my bare feet and all it took was a single finger for me to let out a squeak as I tried to hide my foot back under the blankets.

But unfortunately both my feet were now pinned as the tickling continued.  I squirmed and tossed around as I tried to free my feet from whatever grasp they were in.  And if that wasn’t enough, I then felt two bodies just collapse on top of me.  No matter how many times I tried to wriggle or squirm my way out of the two bodies, they just gripped onto me and refused to let off.

Finally I was forced to open my eyes and when I looked up I had seen that smothering me were none other than Roger and Freddie, and at my feet John was the one holding down my ankles while Brian was the tickle torturer.

“She finally awakes.” Teased Roger as he bopped my nose.

“Why the hell did you guys wake me up? It’s Saturday.” I groaned tiredly.

“Oh come on dear don’t tell me you forgot what your sister told you. Remember our Saturday plans?” Freddie said as he adjusted himself and lay his head on my chest and looked right at me.

“But this early?” I turned to my clock and that’s when Roger said.

“It’s 10:35am lovie.”

“Exactly. And that’s early for a girl my age. Now get off of me you lot!”

“No I don’t think I want to, what do you say Roger dear?”

“Nope. I’m good right here. This is quite comfy.” Roger said as he snuggled up even closer to me. His head lying on top of mine while Freddie followed behind him and his head buried into the space between my shoulder blades.

“Oh my god you guys I swear!”

“Will you wake up then darling and come on the shopping trip? If not then Brian and Deacy are joining in.” Freddie threatened.

“Okay! Okay! Just get off me guys!” finally they released me and I finally sat up on the bed with the guys all sitting around me.

“Hey, your hair’s all sticking up.” Roger teased again as he tried to push my tangled hair down trying to tame it.  “Big (n/n) the human piece of toast.” I gave my best bitch face as he chuckled and ruffled my hair making it even more messed up.

“Rog!”

“Alright Roger leave her alone you overgrown golden retriever.” John said.

“At least I love her more than you do you prideful cocker spaniel!”

“Children please, you’re ruining the morning before the biggest shopping trip ever planned.” Freddie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Yeah about this shopping trip, what is it about that you had to wake me up this early?” I asked him.

“Well truthfully (y/n) it’s sorta my fault. See, I had told the guys about your school cancelling your senior prom……” John started off before Freddie intervened and proceeded to say dramatically.

“Which is beyond a crime! First I am so sorry they did that to you and your friends. God senior prom was always my fantasy come true, sure I was picked on but look at me now. All those motherfuckers have to deal with a boring 9-5 job while I’m living the dream.”

“Fred.” Brian wheeled him back into the conversation.

“Right Brian sorry. So. That’s when my brain hatched an idea. We are going to give you the ultimate prom preparation ever!”

“Question though; why? I mean not that I’m not grateful that you’re willing to do this but…..prom’s cancelled. When would I ever wear the dress?”

“You see darling, the lads and I were devastated to hear that you were denied your senior prom.” Freddie explained as he took my hand and patted the back of it.

“By ‘we’ he mostly means him.” Brian pointed out bluntly.  Freddie glared at the curly haired guitarist before turning back to me,

“Anyways, we got together and on the day that you would’ve had your prom. We called in a favor of John’s and he agreed to allow us to rent out the Lakeside theater to allow you to have a full on prom experience.”

“What?” I said in awe. They all nodded and I hugged Freddie as tightly as I could. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you thank you!” Freddie chuckled and embraced me back.

“You’re very welcome darling. Now get up and around. Cause our first time; dress shopping!” and with that the guys left my room while I quickly got around.

We drove to the ultimate shopping center for prom attire that London had to offer, Lucio Vanni Bridal and Couture shop.  We entered inside and Freddie quickly dragged me over to the prom dress section of the shop and already thousands upon thousands of options.

“Alright my darling, first thing’s first is do you prefer a long dress or short dress?”

“Well I’ve kinda imagined a long dress, but not like all the way down to my feet long, maybe just—mid calf or something.”

“Alright. Any type of color you had in mind for the perfect prom dress?” I shook my head.

“Surprise me.” At that point I heard Brian and John groan.  I turned to them confused unaware of Roger and Freddie grinning at each other and fist bumping each other. “What? What’d I say?”

“You should’ve gone with any color (y/n).” Brian said as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Cause Rog and Fred have banded together to ransack every dress here just to see which would look best on you.”

“And thank you for doing that! Now you two can just shut up and sit down and leave the geniuses to work.” Roger said as both he and Freddie wrapped their arms underneath my pits in order for them to pick me up and whisk me away.  Maybe I should’ve just picked a random color.

I don’t know just how long it was, but Roger and Freddie continued to grab dress after dress of multiple colors and layers hoping that the perfect dress was there.  However no matter how many dresses we tried, no matter what color it was, it just didn’t seem to go well.

“Guys maybe we should just call it quits.” I said.

“What are you talking about?” Freddie flabbergasted.

“Maybe there is no right dress for me.”

“Now, now hold on. There is a dress for every girl out there and we are not giving up till we find it!” Freddie said as he shook my shoulders determinedly.

“Can we at least go get lunch Fred, it’s already half past noon?” whined John.

“No fucking way!”

“Brian, John, you guys can go and get some food. Cause honestly I’m getting hungry myself.”

“Thank you (y/n).” without hesitation, Bri and Deacy left the bridal shop.

“Non-romantics.” Grumbled Freddie. “Alright, back to business.”

I was now wearing an aquamarine dress that dragged down to the ground and the sleeves reminded me of Freddie’s and Brian’s white angel shirts (where it looks like the sleeves are wings).

“Oh I think that dress is beautiful.” Praised Freddie.

“But it’s too long.” I stated.

“Well nothing a little pinning up can’t do. Oh darling at least give this one a chance.”

“Hold it!” Roger proclaimed from the far end of the bridal shop.  He soon came running in holding up a satin salmon pink dress.  It was a spaghetti strap, it was long but not as long that it dragged on the ground, it looked to be about the ankles, maybe slightly higher.

“Oh my…..quickly darling get out of that dress and put this one on now!” Fred gave me the dress and pushed me back into the changing room.  It took a bit of time to get out of my current dress but when I finally did, I handed the dress back to one of the guys who took it while I put on the new dress.

After getting it on and zipped up, I stepped out of the dressing room and walked back towards the guys.  It was then I had noticed that Brian and John had returned from getting lunch and were handing Fred and Rog their lunches.  When the four bandmates turned to look at me, Freddie dropped his bag and was looked at me with awe.

“Oh my…….(y/n) darling.”

“Does it look good?”

“You are—there are no words to describe you right now.” Freddie gushed as he came up to me and escorted me to the room of mirrors so that I could see myself in the dress. And when I saw myself I couldn’t even believe it.  “And thanks to my lovely Mary who so kindly agreed to work out your hair and makeup for next week, you are gonna look like the bell of the ball. Well my darlings, what do you think of our lovely Mini-Ronnie?”

Roger who had a small grin on his face came up without saying a word before taking my hand and giving me a playful twirl before dipping me softly.

“If I were ten years younger, I’d be fighting tooth and claw at a chance to ask you to the prom.”

“Yeah just so you could cheat on her with the prom Queen?” Brian said smugly.

“As if Brian. I’d never leave this girl’s side.” He set me back up and I playfully slapped his arm as I chuckled shyly.

“Please, she’s got Veronica’s common sense. She’d clearly stay away from some boy like you.” John said.

“Yeah, and go for the shy but wild types like you Deacy dear.” Teased Freddie.

“The point is (y/n), you look beautiful.” Brian said as he took my hand and gave a kiss to the back of it.  I blushed and thanked them.

After buying the dress and finally leaving the bridal shop, Freddie and I alone went into a nearby shoe store to purchase the perfect flats that would go with the dress (cause let’s be honest here, heels are the WORST).  Thankfully, it didn’t take as long to get the shoes as it did for the dress.

Next stop was to meet Mary at BIBA during her break so that she could try out a few hairstyles as well as makeup for my ‘prom’ look.  We met in the back room where she closed off the blinds and as Freddie was ranting on about what he could imagine, Mary was gathering all the makeup supplies together.

“Okay Freddie, I’ll take it into consideration.”

“But Mary darling I’m not finished yet.”

“Well I’ve only got about 10 more minutes of my break left and I don’t think I can do it all in time. Just step on out and let (y/n) and I take it from here.” She said as she gently pushed her boyfriend out from the room before closing the curtains back up. “So sorry about that (y/n).”

“Hey if my sister’s gonna end up marrying Deacy one of these days, might as well get used to it, right?”

“Well he can sometimes go a bit over the top, especially if it’s something like this. I mean I love the man but he can be a bit much at times.”

“I HEARD THAT!!!” Mary and I softly giggled before she came up to me and said.

“Okay let’s see now,” she lifted my chin up and looked over my face.  I could see the gears shifting in her head. “Hmm…..okay, yeah. I think I might know where to start.” She then picked up the main foundation and said, “May I?” I nodded and she opened up the lid and rubbed the sponge against the powder before putting it on my face.

As she worked on my face putting on the main powder before she reached over for the eye liner and she said.

“Okay eyes closed.” I closed my eyes as she put the eye liner on.  “You and Veronica have such innocent features. It makes it so much easier to find the proper foundation. And it really makes your faces bright up even more.”

“I mean sure for my sister. But for me I’m not sure. I hate putting on makeup but my mum says I should.”

“Every girl is different. But it does make you even more beautiful when you do have makeup on.” She said as she did the other eye.  “Okay now for the eye shadow. Thankfully with the color of the dress we can go with a variety of choices, but I’ve got the perfect shade in mind.” I then felt her dab around my eye lids as she put on the eye shadow.

After that she told me to open my eyes and look up as she now began putting on the mascara.  Oh god I always hated putting on this thing.

“Don’t blink (y/n).” she warned me.

“I’m sorry but I can’t keep my eyes open for that long.”

“Just give me about five seconds and I’ll let you blink for a bit before I do the next eye.” She did about three more flicks with the mascara wand before finally allowing me to blink rapidly.

“God I really hate those things!”

“I know but it’ll be worth it in the end. You ready for the other eye?” after getting a few rapid blinks I nodded and she proceeded to do the other eye.  Once that was done, I felt something tickle my cheeks softly which made me giggle as it tickled.  “That tickle?”

“A little, what is that?”

“A blush brush.” She continued to apply the blush onto my cheeks before finally finishing it off with some lipstick before she told me, “Alright, you can open your eyes now.” I opened them and when I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

I—I was beautiful. The foundation was even, the blush was just enough to give my cheeks a bit of color, the eyeliner made my eyes pop out, the lipstick color that she had chosen was a nice neutral pink color.

It wasn’t too bland that it would blend in with my lips but it also wasn’t as extravagant that it made my lips puff out.  It was a nice happy medium, and the eye shadow blended well together.  I basically looked like a real princess now.

“What do you think?”

“Mary I—I love it. Thank you, thank you thank you thank you.” I praised as I hugged her tightly. She hugged me back and said.

“You’re welcome. Now unfortunately we won’t have time to do a full hairdo but what did you imagine your hair to look like?”

“Well, I always thought waves were beautiful to look at. But I don’t know if I could ever pull them off.”

“I believe you could.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. In fact why don’t I come over to your sister’s on my day off on Tuesday and we can try it out? As soon as you get done with school?”

“That sounds perfect. Thank you again Mary.”

“It’s no trouble (y/n).”

“Mary darling. I respect the art of makeup more than anyone but may we please see our Prom Queen now?” Freddie’s voice sung out from the other side of the curtain.  Mary and I giggled softly and she said.

“We’ll be right out Freddie.” She guided me out from the curtains and when the guys saw me, they went full on with the compliments just like they did back at the bridal shop.

It was a long day but everything was put into place.  I was basically ready for my ‘makeup prom’ next weekend and as Mary promised, she and my sister Ronnie both worked together on that upcoming Tuesday on the perfect hairstyle for me.

Finally the big day had arrived.  Ronnie helped me get ready at around 3pm and the guys would pick me up at around 4:30. With my sister’s help, I was finally all dressed up just like I had pictured myself at my senior prom.

“Oh baby sister, you look absolutely beautiful.” She praised me as she finished up my hair.

“I can’t thank you and the guys for doing this for me. It—really means a lot to me Ronnie.”

“Well like Freddie’s told you, it’s a crime to let a young girl miss out on her senior prom. Especially a certain someone who’d always want to hear about their older sister’s prom nonstop since they began secondary school.” She teased the last part at me.

“I was wanting to prepare myself for it. Cause literally these past several years of secondary school have really flown by and already I’m close to graduating and going onto University.”

“I know. And we are all so proud of you.” she said as she rubbed my arms lovingly.  It was then we heard a very unique knock at the door. The kind of knock that only a drummer would make on his drums.  We both looked at each other knowingly before she said.

“You can come in Roger, she’s decent.” The door opened and soon coming in was the entire band dressed up in semi-formal attires.  John wearing a black button up shirt with small red dots scattered all over it like stars in the sky, a blue velvet overcoat and black pants.  Freddie wore a black long sleeves shirt with a white scarf draped over his neck, white pants and I noticed that his right hand had black fingernail polish.

Brian wore a white button up shirt with a black overcoat and dark grey pants, white Roger wore a rainbow stripped glittering jacket, black pants, and his brown shades.

“Oh my god (y/n) darling. You look absolutely beautiful!” praised Freddie with a clap.

“All thanks to you guys.” I said.

“See, I knew we’d find the perfect dress for you. Didn’t I tell you your fairy godmother wouldn’t let you down?” I giggled softly when Roger spoke up.

“I picked out the dress in case you forgot.”

“Details Roger.” Brian rolled his eyes before coming up to me and he said holding up a small food container.

“Deacy and I managed to find a corsage at the last minute, hope you like it.”

“Oh Brian I love it, it’s beautiful. Now—isn’t there a tradition that goes along with it?”

“Yes. Well typically the man would put this on his lady friend before heading to the prom.” He said as he opened it up and held it in his hands.

“Wait! Wait! Wait! Let me get my camera!” Ronnie shouted as she quickly ran to grab her camera, meanwhile John got his out and prepped his.

“I call dibs on the first picture with the Prom Queen!” Freddie raised his hand.

“No way Fred I want first pictures!” Roger argued.

“Uhh no Roger dear it’s only fair for Cinderella to be standing by her fairy godmother.” As Roger and Freddie proceeded to argue over each other, I saw John direct Brian and I to stand together in front of loveseat that stood by the window.  

Brian and I stood together before John came up and turned me around so that my back would be up against Brian’s front and he told Brian to wrap his arms around me.  He made any final adjustments that needed to happen whether it was the brush a strand of my hair aside, adjusting the satin pink shawl around me, or how Brian should hold me.  

When it was done, Ronnie came back and John said it was perfect as he backed up to stand by her side and the two of them pressed their cameras up to their eyes.  Soon pictures were being taken and already Freddie and Roger proclaimed as soon as they stopped fighting.

“NO FAIR!!!”

“Sorry guys. Then you shouldn’t have been fighting otherwise you would’ve gotten your shot.” John sassed at them after taking two more shots.

“Well then I call dibs on the next photo shoot!” Freddie huffed.

“Sorry Fred, that right goes to me.”

“WHAT!?”

“Yep, then of course we need one of the two sisters together. Then you and Roger can go.”

“Aww that’s not fair!” Roger whined as he crossed his arms over his chest.

After awhile the photoshoot was finally done and that’s when the guys told me it was time to head out.

“Now you remember, be home by 11 o’clock.” Ronnie told me.

“You know Cinderella got till midnight right?”

“Well Cinderella didn’t come from a Catholic family. Home by 11pm, otherwise mum will have my head.”

“Alright Ronnie.”

“Have fun tonight, and be safe.” She said as she hugged me.

“No worries Veronica dear we’ll take good care of her.” Freddie said as he wrapped his arm around me. We bid my sister goodbye as we left the apartment and headed down the stairs for the parking garage to head onto the Lakeside theater.

We didn’t get there till about sunset (so it was about a hr. and 45min drive thanks traffic!) but we arrived in one piece.

“Now Freddie I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while, is this whole thing just for me or—” he pressed his index finger to my lips as he shushed me gently.

“Spoilers darling.” He said with a wink.  Roger put the car in park and we all piled out of the car.  Already I could see some pink, black and white balloons taped to the front doors.  We entered the theater and there were signs pointing towards the direction of the main stage where the prom was set up.

We soon arrived at a pair of double doors and I could see it was dark with some lights flashing inside and music booming.  John and Roger stood in front of me as Freddie said.

“My dear (Y/n) Tetzlaff. Welcome to your senior prom.” It was then John and Roger opened the doors and inside I was given the surprise of my life.

Not only was the place decorated front head to toe in my all-time dream theme ‘Starry Night’, but it turns out I wasn’t alone.  I could see that my entire senior class were all inside chatting, dancing or getting some snacks or punch.

I was—actually there weren’t any words to describe how I felt.  But one word if I HAD to pick was—happy.  This was exactly like I’d imagine my perfect prom to be.

“(Y/n)! Oi (y/n) over here!” I saw sitting at a nearby table a group of my closest friends that I’ve been friends with since primary school.  I turned to the guys and they wordlessly gestured for me to go join my friends.  I picked up the end of my dress before quickly racing forward to join my friends.

*John’s POV*

We didn’t do so bad. Thanks to Veronica, we had managed to call up some of (y/n)’s closest friends and tell them that a special prom was being made for the senior class of 1974.  Then I guess word just spread fast like wildfire amongst her peers cause soon enough I was told her entire class had shown up.

Watching (y/n) race off to join her friends, I knew we had done a good thing.  She was finally getting the prom of her dreams.

“Not bad.” I said with a soft smile.

“I’d say this was your best planning yet Fred.” Said Brian.

“Good to know, now then my darlings let’s get ready to perform for these kids. They’re gonna need some live entertainment, and who better than her royal majesties themselves?” we all then headed down towards the basement where our tour costumer had put our performing clothes at for this gig.

*My POV*

As the night went on, my friends and I were all talking, getting some food or dancing our hearts out to the hottest rock music out there.  After dancing and singing along to Elton John’s ‘Crocodile rock’ the music suddenly turned off and lights suddenly went black.

Everyone was either complaining or getting scared of what was going on.

“You guys know what’s happening here?” my bestest friend Mikaela asked.

“I don’t know.” Answered Sasha.

“Don’t give me a line.” Said Derek.

“No clue girl.” Said Courtney.

“(Y/n) do you?” asked Dylan.  But before I could answer, a familiar intro to a song began playing through the speakers. That sorta electric keyboard intro before the sounds of a guitar and drums slammed down.  Some of the girls who were in the more popular crowd seemed to recognize the opening that was playing cause next thing I knew they were screaming with joy and praise.

Soon Freddie’s voice soon rang throughout the theater as the lights suddenly came back on and there on the stage stood Queen in the very outfits they wore when they performed at the Rainbow theater just a month ago.

A word in your ear, from father to son Hear the word that I say I fought with you, fought on your side Long before you were born

Kings will be crowned,

The word goes around From father to son, to son

As Queen continued to sing “Father to son” my entire class cheered and applauded as they all now gathered as close to the stage as they could while I couldn’t help but stare up at those miraculous boys.

I mean these guys are just—not only did they give me the prom of my dreams but now here they are performing for a bunch of Secondary catholic seniors.  The biggest smile spread across my face as I tried to hold back my tears of gratitude and happiness while I watched Freddie light up the stage, Brian and Roger playing their instruments as loud and graceful as they could, and John elegantly playing his bass.  After the song ended, Freddie said into the microphone.

“Ahh yes thank you. Thank you, you lovely young darlings. You all having a good prom night?” my class cheered loud and proud. “And truthfully I think I might’ve seen some of you youngins at some of our shows? How many of you have been to a Queen show?” about half of my class raised their hands and cheered. “Well then for those of you that haven’t, buckle the fuck up.”

I chuckled while my class all laughed at Freddie’s cheekiness.

“Oh sorry probably shouldn’t curse. Forgive me father of my sinful tongue.” He said as he made the cross over himself before chuckling almost evilly. “Now then, this next song is a real head banger. If you know the words then sing along, cause now we’re going from the prom to the battle field. This is Ogre Battle.”

The lights went dark again as Freddie disappeared from the spotlight and only the echo of Brian’s red special pierced the theater as my class all cheered.  Green lights soon circled around the stage, before finally the song picked up.

I went up closer to my friends who had managed to get all the way up to the stage as Freddie did his thing on stage.  I watched mesmerized by Queen’s sound and their presence.  Having been to Queen’s shows a multitude of times (kinda one of the perks when your sister is dating the bass player), I didn’t need to cheer or scream my head off, because I more interested in just seeing the four of them become really involved with their music.

Sure they may not be as overly popular yet like the Beatles, Elton or Bowie but I knew need down that Queen were going to get there soon.  Maybe by the end of this year, maybe the year after who knows.  But just seeing them literally just having fun on stage in their pre-blossomed state was an honor to see.

After several more songs from both Queen and Queen II, they had just gotten done playing ‘Great King Rat’ which and I quote Freddie.

“Now this song, is dedicated to a certain person you all might be thinking right about now. How many of you love your school board for what they tried to take from you.” I remember hearing the utter disgust and rage from all the seniors as they hissed and booed. “He-eh-eh didn’t think so. This one is called Great. King. Rat!”

Brian had just gotten done with his solo for ‘Son and Daughter’ which gave Freddie a chance to change into the tight skinned black attire and they continued on with the second act.  They performed my favorite song “Liar” before moving onto the final songs they had which were their version of “Big Spender”, then they surprised us with the king of Rock and Roll himself as they performed “Jailhouse rock”.

All my friends and I got together and danced our hearts out.  It was then I felt a tap at my shoulder and there stood my friend since 2nd year and recently secret crush Cameron Boyce.

“Care to dance with me?” he asked me.  My heart sped up even faster but I nodded and took his hand and he led me further out along the dancefloor as the two of us rocked out to the second chorus.  The two of us danced together and he even spun me around and just let the music take control of us.

When Freddie allowed us to take over the show at the end by singing the ‘dancin to the Jailhouse rock’ mantra, my entire class all cried out the words while Freddie praised us and led us in a clap.  After the song was over, Queen did a final rock out bang and when it was all over, we all cheered, clapped and whistled.

“Thank you everyone, you’ve been a lovely young audience for us. Right now, to close this year’s Saint Maria’s Catholic senior prom. We the members of Queen would like to make a special crowning to this years Prom Queen.”

Oh great here we go. I didn’t even think we were doing this, of course I knew who would make Prom Queen.  Mary-Elizabeth Jane has been wanting this moment since Year 3.  She always bragged about how she was always more prettier, richer and most likely to win Prom Queen.

“Now this was a no brainer. Because after all without this one special lady, there wouldn’t be any of this.” Wait what? “She’s dedicated, hardworking, and I know she is going places. So please put your hands together for this year’s Prom Queen, (Y/n) Tetzlaff!”

The spotlight soon shined down on me and everyone began clapping for me.  I could see my friends cheering and whistling at me as Freddie gestured me to come onto the stage.  I smiled shyly and walked towards the stage.  Brian kindly helped me walk up the side stairs till I was up on center stage.

Roger then came out holding the Prom Queen tiara and he placed it on top of my head while John and Freddie came in with the Prom Queen sash and a giant bouquet of red roses. John placed the sash over me before giving me a kiss on the cheek and bopping my nose while Freddie handed me the bouquet and kissed both my cheeks.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the senior class of 1974, give it up for your new Prom Queen!” Brian spoke into his microphone.  My peers continued to cheer for me and I turned to the guys who all nodded or winked at me as they applauded too.

Okay I know I’ve said this a lot, and I know I’m repeating myself but damnit I’ll say it again. This was my prom dream come true.

After the prom was scheduled to be over, either parents or my peers all walked back to their cars to head on home.

“Congrats on becoming Prom Queen (y/n). You really deserved it.” Cameron said to me.

“Thanks Cam, and trust me I didn’t bribe the guys to do it.”

“No worries. Like I said, you deserved it. And it was cool that you got to have Queen perform for our Prom. Never did I think I’d get to have an up and coming band sing at our prom, especially one that is unique as Queen.”

“I have a feeling they’re gonna really hit the big times soon.”

“No question.” The two of us smiled at each other before looking away trying to avoid eye contact. It was then a car honk was heard and Cam looked up. “So……I’ll see you Monday then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then.” I nodded.  He then raced off towards the car and got into it before it drove off.  As I walked back towards the guys, they all looked at me with knowing grins as Freddie asked me.

“And just who was that?”

“That was Cameron. He’s a friend.”

“He is?!” he exclaimed. “Is it kissy staged yet?” he blurted out like he wanted to know a dark secret.

“No Freddie, he’s just my long time best friend.”

“Mmm-hmm. That’s exactly what our Deacy said when he first started seeing your sister.” Freddie teased as he poked John’s cheek.  John slapped his hand away as we all piled in the car, all the while each one of them interrogating me on the deats on Cameron and I’s relationship.

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The Tides Have Turned-Part 12

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Twelve

I stood still, my eyes bouncing from face to shocked face of my closest friends. The room became eerily silent, or so it felt. I realized that I had put our entire personal lives on blast, and I felt my cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?” G exclaimed, exasperated.

“Dude, you’re in love with y/n?” Nash asked, eyes wide. “I thought you would at least say something to me, we only grew up together” Johnson scoffed.

“I have no idea what anybody is talking about! This is news to me too! Since when am I in love with y/n?!” Gilinsky yelled.

“It looks like you’ve got other priorities, so I’m gonna go” the girl next to him said. “No wait up!” G tried.

This was turning into a shit show, everybody accusing each other of being dishonest. I quickly slipped out of the circle of people, desperate to be anywhere but here.

Nate didn’t want me for anything other than a quick lay. I couldn’t believe he would lead me on like that. Granted feelings were never vocalized, but why would he act like a different person when it was just the two of us? It made me call our entire hotel trip into question. And now Jack’s blatant confusion, and subsequent rejection, was the cherry on top. I need a fucking drink.

I walked full speed to the bar to drown my sorrows, but was stopped short and yanked into a private room. I came face to face with none other than Jessica.

“What do you want?” I roll my eyes, barely containing my disgust.

“No need for the attitude, it doesn’t make you very appealing” she grinned. I knew she was reveling in what happened out there.

“If you have nothing of value to say, then I’ll be on my way” I say turning to leave. She moved in front of me and placed her hand on the door.

“Not so fast” she spoke in a harsh tone.

“I’m here to warn you that you better back off of Nate. I don’t know whatever you thought you two had going, but it’s over now. He’s mine, always was, and always will be. So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away” she threatens.

Normally I would have defended Nate, saying he wouldn’t want her, he’s moved on, etc. The truth is I didn’t know what was going on in his head anymore. I could barely make sense of how he felt about our messed up situation, so how could I speak to whatever the hell he calls what he had with Jessica.

I have had enough of everybody’s bullshit for one night.

“I’m shaking” I mock intimidation. She just lowered her eyes at me.

“Well get used to this, because I’m not going anywhere” she said. I whipped my head back at her words. A devilish grin formed on her face.

“You heard me right. I rented a beach house 2 miles up from yours. So if you even think about going after Nate, you’ve got one hell of a fight ahead of you.”

“It must be sad being that desperate” I say before promptly exiting the spare bedroom, content with having the last words. Now I really needed that drink.

I poured myself a drink and sat on a barstool, wallowing in my own sorrows when a guy sat next to me.

“Hey beautiful, what’s your troubles?” He said.

“Where do I begin?” I say taking a swig of my drink. “I was sleeping with one of my best friends, only to find out that he probably never wants me and will get back with his ex” I wince at the thought.

“Oh then there’s one of my other best friends who basically announced that he isn’t in love with me to an entire party of strangers” I finish both my story, and my drink.

The guy swiftly poured me another, and it was the only thing that made me feel even remotely better, so I accepted.

“That’s rough baby girl,” I cringe at the pet name the guys usually use on me. “I’ve been through a similar situation myself” he said. I widened my eyes in disbelief as he yammered on about a girl back home.

About 5 drinks later I was still rambling about my conflicting feelings for my friends. I was starting to lose my train of thought, and the sharpness of my surroundings. The emotions were too strong when combined with alcohol for me to care.

“You know what would make you feel better?” “Hmm?” I hum, drunk. “A little one on one time” he said smirking. He grabbed my elbow and started to steer me towards a back bedroom. I stumbled on my feet, losing my strength. I had an awful feeling deep in the pit of my stomach, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything about it.

I was tossed onto the bed when I heard the door creak open and then shut again. To my horror, I was face to face with Eric. I tried desperately to make sense of the situation.

“I see you met my friend John” he smirked. It was a setup.

“Your-” I say becoming increasingly uneasy.

“Eric baby. We met on the beach? And then had that romantic encounter in town? You wouldn’t remember I suppose, you’re too gone” he laughed vindictively. “I knew it was only a matter of time before we would get to be alone” he said crawling on the bed towards me.

I sat paralyzed in fear. He slid his hands up my sides and moved to kiss my lips. I turned my head in aversion, but he grabbed my face. He placed a rough kiss on my lips and moved to suck on my neck. He pinned my wrists with his other hand and I writhed underneath him. I didn’t want this, but he had been drinking as well and is much larger than I am.

He started fumbling with my clothes causing my anxiety to reach a new peak.

Sam’s POV

“Come on baby, it’s gotta be through here somewhere” I say pulling the girl I had been dancing with along with me.

Things had been getting pretty steamy on the dance floor between us tonight, so when she whispered she was good to go I couldn’t refuse. We were giggling as we knocked photos off of the wall.

“Shh baby we can’t be too loud” I say careening around the corner where the bedrooms were. I jiggled the handle to the first door and stumbled inside to hear stifled groaning.

“Woah sorry man, looks like somebody is already getting busy in here” I turn to laugh at the girl I was with, but was stopped by the sound of a weak voice.

“Get off of me” it barely resonated in the room.

“Hey man, what’s going on here. Looks like the lady’s not into it” I say.

“Mind your fucking business bro, get out” he grunted harshly in my direction. Something about this situation didn’t feel right. I couldn’t in good conscience leave this girl.

I walked closer to the bed to pull his shoulder back when I was confronted with my worst nightmare. It was y/n.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER” i bellowed shoving him back as hard as I could. The alcohol I had consumed earlier was pumping through my veins. To say I saw red would be an understatement. I’ve never felt this degree of anger towards any human being before in my life.

He went tumbling backwards onto the floor where I was instantly on top of him. I was bashing his face in repeatedly.

“You fucking treat a girl like that man?” I spat beating him. Y/n managed to stand and move towards the doorway.

“Sammy stop, you’re going to kill him!”

Nate’s POV

I was having a beer trying to collect my thoughts on the drama that went down earlier. Everyone in the vicinity began shouting and started to flock towards one area of the house.

“Now what” I mutter, exhausted.

A huge commotion was being made on the inside as I heard somebody yell.

“FIGHT!” They yelled. Knowing my friends, it was probably one of them. Dillon most likely had too much to drink and got into it with another guy.

“Excuse me” I said moving through the growing crowd of people to deal with it. But nothing could have prepared me for the situation in front of me.

“What the fuck?!?!” I yell in utter shock to see Sam beating a guy to a pulp. He was almost unrecognizable but as I got closer I realized it was that asshole from the beach.

“Dude he had y/n” Sam said breathless. “I think he was going to assault her” he continued. I felt my blood spike. He took the opportunity to slam Sammy into the wall, launching into his attack.

I ran at full speed into his side and began to wail on him. Every ounce of anger I had was pouring out of me. How could he do this to a girl? MY girl?

“Yo what the fuck is this!” Johnson exclaimed rushing into the room along with the other boys. A posse of Eric’s friends also joined the party and pulled me off of him to start hitting me. Within minutes it was a full out brawl between us.

We stumbled out of the room and into the living room in the midst of the fight. Thank god the squad rolls deep.

Y/n’s POV

I stood and watched in horror. This was a sobering sight. My best friends were in a vicious fist fight because I was foolish enough to accept drinks from a stranger.

I yelled for them to stop, but it was like talking to a wall- they were too far gone.

Gilinsky rounded the corner from the bathroom, eyes widening at the sight before him. He must have left shortly after our confrontation and wasn’t aware of dire situation. He immediately broke into a sprint to break up the fight-or join it, I couldn’t be sure.

“Hey! Back the fuck off!” He yelled in a tone so harsh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Gilinsky like that.

Fists were flying in every direction but there was something that caught my eye. It was shiny, made out of metal. I felt the gears turning in my head as I came to the realization that it was a knife.

One of Eric’s hoodlum buddies pulled it from his back pocket as Gilinsky was holding one of his arms and throwing punches any way he could. The guy brought his arm back before swinging it forward with full force. I could hear the blood rush in my ears as I moved towards the brawl.

“JACK LOOK OUT!”

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The Tides Have Turned-Part 6

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Six

I laid on my bed for another five minutes, contemplating my newly recognized feelings. I started to panic. I can’t have feelings for ANY of my best friends, it would completely ruin everything we have. That’s one of the downsides to being best friends with all guys I suppose, and attractive ones at that. I began to breathe heavily, a million scenarios running through my mind-each ending badly.

“Ok, y/n, breathe” I say aloud trying to calm myself down. “It will be ok, maybe you’re just confused” I sat up trying to convince myself. Maybe I was overreacting, this was lust not love. That’s gotta be it. We all drank a lot, the relaxed vibe that the beach was sending. I just attribute it to hormones. I stand now, feeling slightly better, but still uneasy. The guys were expecting me back at the bonfire so I really should get going before someone comes looking for me.

I make my way towards the door when I caught sight of myself in the floor-length mirror by the closet.

“Shit!” I say a little too loudly. I walk closer to the mirror and move my hair back over my shoulder. There in all its glory, was a bright purple hickey. Jack must have been putting in work, it still looked fresh. I moved my hair in front of my shoulders, but it was too big to go unnoticed.

“Jesus, Jack” I grumble to myself. I quickly fish my makeup bag out of my purse and scramble to find my concealer. I skillfully dabbed it over the purple mark, blending carefully. It covered most of it, and I would just have to play the rest off as a bruise.

“Ugh, good enough” I say before throwing the concealer back in the bag. I head downstairs and pick the blanket up off of the floor, remembering the reason why I entered the house in the first place. I step outside and instantly the singed smell of firewood hit my nose. The night air was cool, but the bonfire was burning steady giving off heat. I assume my position around the fire and nervously glance at Jack, hoping he didn’t mention anything of our little tryst. Nobody was acting any different than before, and Jack himself seemed unfazed. Typical, I think.

“Hey you” Nate says kindly, sidling up next to me.

“Hey Skate” I grin, using his beloved nickname. He always told me that he loved when I used pet names for him.

“Cold?” he asks wrapping an arm around me. Damn, he was in a good mood. In fact, this was the most relaxed I’ve seen him the whole vacation.

“A little” I say shivering. He pulls me into the spot in front of him so that I was leaning back into his chest. One of my favorite things about Nate was his familiarity. His arms felt like home. A judgmental-free zone, just good vibes at all time. I eagerly snuggle into him, and he mindlessly plays with the ring on my right hand.

We all continued our conversations and stories, genuinely having a good time. Tensions seemed to be lifted from our group. We remained outside for another half hour or so, before we decided to put out the fire and head inside for the night. Cam and Nash grabbed two huge buckets of water to put out the flames while the rest of us started back towards the house. Before we walked up the steps to the back deck, we noticed two figures walking towards us. Nate instantly tensed and stepped in front of me.

As the figures came closer I recognized them as two of the college guys that threw the party at the cabana the other night. What did they want?

“Hey can we help you guys?” Nate barked out, setting the premise that we didn’t want to be bothered.

“Hey man we just wanted to come warn you guys that there’s a severe weather watch right now. They’re thinking a hurricane is gonna sweep through here tonight” the guy said throwing his hands up in defense.

“Wait, tonight?!” I say stepping out from behind Nate. I hated bad storms, they made me uneasy. Besides this was supposed to be paradise, no one expects a damn hurricane.

One of the guys steps closer to me, changing his demeanor completely. He assumed a large smile, he reminded me of a car salesman.

“Yeah, tonight. But don’t worry about it lil lady. We live right up the beach in that house right there” he points in the distance to a house a mile up the beach. “If you’re scared, you’re more than welcome to come hang with us up in the house” he says in a tone that makes me uncomfortable. This wasn’t a neighborly offer, it was creepy.

“Nah, she’ll be fine right here with us. With me” Nate interjects taking a step towards the guy. He clearly wasn’t about to play these games.

“Yeah, alright man. Just wanted to give you guys the heads up” the other guy said. They started to walk back in the direction they came, but lingered as they passed me.

“My name’s Eric, by the way. If you want a break from your boyfriend, you know where to find me” he says nodding condescendingly at Nate. I cringe, and Nate moved to take a step closer, but I grabbed his arm.

“Nate, don’t. It’s not worth it” I say, my voice laced with warning. Eric and his friend shot us one last smile before finally walking away. They sent shivers up my spine.

“Come on, let’s get you in the house” Nate said, careening me towards the back door.

2 hours later

Nate’s POV

It was midnight by the time most of us decided to part ways and head up to bed. After the run in with those assholes on the beach, we lingered in the living room for a while. Johnson, Dillon, Swazz, and Kenny opted to stay downstairs and watch a movie. The rest of us were too tired for that so we said our goodnights. The guys were oblivious to the situation, but I got a bad feeling from those two. Something deep down told me they didn’t just come over to “warn” us about the weather. Although I didn’t like them, they were telling the truth about the storm alert. I looked over at Swazz’s empty bed as lightning brightly lit up the room. He must have fallen asleep downstairs.

I turned over again to stare out of the windows in my room and past the balcony. The ocean was choppy, the water looked black and churned violently. The palm trees were swaying so heavily it looked like they were going to snap. The storm was furious and loud, there was no way I was going to get a decent night’s sleep tonight. I closed my eyes and tried my best to drift off to sleep, when I heard my door creak open.

“Nate….?” I heard a voice whisper, and their shadow crouch in the doorway. I would recognize that silhouette anywhere, it was y/n. My eyes remained closed, but a smile played on my lips.

“Come here baby” I say not even moving. I knew why she was in here, she hated storms and this was a nasty one. I was secretly thrilled that she chose to come to me and not G or anyone else. She walked deeper into the room and her walk turned into a full on sprint as a huge clap of thunder rung out. I laughed as she pounced onto the bed next to me.

“It’s not funny Nate” she says smacking my chest playfully.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry, here get under the blankets” I say making room for her. She slid under the sheets and I could feel the cool, smooth skin of her legs. She wrapped them over mine and settled right on my chest. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo.

“Thanks Nate. If I get to be a bed hog, just kick me out and I’ll leave” she chuckles glancing up at me.

“Even though you totally are a hog, I would never kick you out” I say poking her side causing her to squirm a little. This was heaven, having her in my arms. Every time a bolt of lightning would cause the room to glow, I would see her eyes looking out at the ocean deep in thought. I wanted so badly to tell her how I felt, how I’ve been in love with her for a while. But I wasn’t ready, I couldn’t bring myself to say it just yet. We finally just got back on good terms, and I wasn’t about to have this ripped away from me just yet. So instead I settled on telling her something else.

“You know when I said that I would sleep with a hookup rather than you, I wasn’t saying that you were unattractive” I state honestly, and deeply. She lifted her head to look at me.

“You-you mean you don’t find me unattractive?” she asks hopeful. I wanted to scoff at the simple notion of her being “unattractive.” She was beautiful, and everybody knew it but her.

“Of course not. You’re stunning, you have all the guys drooling for you” I answer honestly with a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. Her eyes glazed over with multiple emotions. First shock, then a look of appreciation, and then one I couldn’t pin.

Another deafening clap of thunder sounded, but this time y/n didn’t jump. She sat up and swung her leg over me, now straddling me. My breath sharpened at the contact of her groin on mine. She leaned closer and grabbed both sides of my face before placing her pink lips on mine. My hands rested on her thighs as she deepened the kiss, causing me to let out a slight moan. She moved her hips slightly on my crotch as she sucked on my bottom lip. It dawned on me that the look in her eyes said lust, but she kissed like it was love.

“Fuck it” she groans taking her shirt off, before moving to kiss my neck. Before I knew what was happening, our clothes were being torn off.

Y/n’s POV

“Fuck it” I said before removing my clothes. This isn’t exactly how I planned on spending my night. Although, who can really anticipate a thing like this. I tried to settle into my own bed and get some sleep, but the storm was too severe. The guys were all passed out, but there was one person’s comfort I wanted the most. I snuck over to Nate’s room and was relieved when he invited me to stay.

I had fully intended to behave myself and just sleep there for the comfort. Then Nate went and opened his mouth, uttering the words I have been longing to hear.

“You’re stunning.” The words rang in my ears, for what feels like forever. I hadn’t realized it, but this was what I needed to hear. The sincerity in his voice riled me up in more ways than one. If this was lust, then I needed to succumb to it to get it out of my system.

I sucked on his neck feverishly, hearing his moans of encouragement. My hands worked his dark locks, tugging and twisting. His eyes were screwed shut as his hands stroked up my sides. He gripped my ass tightly, and his erection prodded my leg. I moaned aloud at the feeling. Nate was hot, and the sensation of him being hard because of me sent me into hyper sensitivity. Nate rolled over on top kissing down my exposed chest. His breathing was labored and he uttered various words of excitement.

“Shit y/n, yes” he dragged out as I rolled my hips underneath him. The door opened suddenly, and I ducked underneath Nate’s large chest.

“Shit Nate, sorry man. I didn’t know you had a girl in here” a sleep Swazz apologizes rubbing his eyes. He quickly shut the door. It was evident he didn’t know it was me. Nate and I stared into each other��s eyes, which were wide, a mixture of embarrassment and secrecy between us.

“Our little secret…” he whispered before sucking on my neck.