#she asked if i had headphones (i did) and told me where i could hide 😅

[cakesandfail]

Nearly had a meltdown earlier in the pharmacy, and it was a pharmacy with a poster up for the sunflower lanyards

I briefly considered getting one in case this happens again (it will) but my attempts to self-regulate (weird hand stims and talking to myself) look like I'm trying to curse everyone- I'd honestly prefer people to think that than for them to speak to me like I'm five, and the latter is always a risk if you give randos any sign that the weird shit you're doing is The Autism™️

[gh0stsp1d3r]

new to your blog and i have to say every fic is just 🤌🏼 chefs kiss lmao

have a little request !

jj maybank x kook!reader where they’re in a secret relationship and he goes to midsummers with her 🫢

ahhh! welcome!! im so so glad you like my stuff (: <3 i love this request so much

ℳ𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓈

Masterlist

Your mom swirled the glass in her hand as she laughed with a coworker. She had hosted a dinner party, for all her work friends, and you were hating everything about your life right now.

You internally groaned when one of her coworkers turned to you and began to talk.

“So, uh, y/n, who are you planning on going to midsummers with?” One of them said, flashing a smile at you from across the table.

“Uh, no one… right now.” You lied, giving them a small smile.

“Oh, well, isn’t that perfect? My son- actually doesn’t have a date yet, and me and your mom were just talking about how cute you two would be together! Maybe you’d wanna… meet him?”

Your face fell, but you just gave her a false smile, picking at your food with your fork as you gave her a small nod.

“Wonderful!” She exclaimed, making you bite back a remark and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Your mom asked with a furrowed brow.

“I’m gonna eat in my room. I’m not feeling good.” You told her, picking up the plate and practically running to your room.

You put the plate on your bed, shutting the door and grabbing your phone, immediately opening up JJs contact.

“How would you like to go to midsummers with me?” You asked him, watching the three dots pop up quickly.

“Thought you said that your mom wouldn’t like it.”

You thought about your response for a moment. “I don’t care, Pleaseeeeee?”

“You know damn well I wouldn’t say no to you”

You smiled at that, sighing in relief as you leaned back in your bed and held your phone.

“I know, see you tmr? We can go get you a suit or you can borrow one of my brothers.”

“Sure, and I’ll just borrow your brothers”

“I think I’m gonna go to sleep, goodnight jj.”

“goodnight” he told you, putting his phone down and looking up at the ceiling.

“Who the hells got you smiling like that?” John B asked from the doorway, abruptly stopping.

“Jesus Chr- can’t just sneak up on me like that, dude!” Jj jumped, hiding his phone away as he spoke. John B snickered, laughing as he walked away.

———-

The day of Midsummers, JJ stood at your door, rapping on the door with his headphones hung around his neck, hair disheveled and face surprisingly shaved clean.

He looked around the patio, picking up some decorations he saw, and smiling when he saw a little stone with your name written on it, something you did when you were younger.

“Oh, Jake, she’s just been-“ your mom opened the door, starting to talk before she looked up to see not Jake, but JJ.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she was taken aback at the boy.

“Hello, ma’am.” He said, putting the stone down and looking at your mom. “Is she here?”

She looked him up and down, a slight disgusted look visible. “Sorry, I think you have the wron-“

“JJ!” You shouted, smiling as you stepped down the stairs. His eyes widened at the sight of you, he swears he could feel his heart beating out of its chest.

You smiled and hugged him, pushing your mom and wrapping your arms around him. He smiled, closing his eyes and hugging you back, leaving light kisses on your neck.

“You look…” he started when he pulled away. “Breathtaking.” He spoke, his words making you beam.

“What a romantic.” You teased him. “You look great! I told you it would look good on you, jayj!” You said, putting your hands on his suit jacket and fixing it.

“Thanks. You ready?” He asked you, you nodded and began to turn before your mom spoke up.

“Wait, you’re going to midsummers… with him?” Your mom interrupted the moment, making both of you look at her now.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Yeah. Is that okay?”

“It’s… what about Jake?”

“I told Jake that he was a nice guy but I already have a boyfriend.” You shrugged.

She was stunned at this information, her beloved, sweet, daughter was dating a dirty pogue. At least that’s how she saw it.

“It was nice meeting you, Ms. L/n.” He called out as you both turned around, a smug smile on his face as he looked at you.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m fucking grounded after this. I know it.”

At the actual party, everyone seemed shocked to see you all glammed up, but with a pogue boy hanging on your arm the whole time.

The two of you seemed like opposites, your pink dress flowed around the floor, while he had a baseball cap on, looking like he threw the suit on two minutes before he came. He pretty much did.

“You okay, Jayj?” You asked him quietly when you both sat down.

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

You looked around, everyone judging him loudly and quietly. You frowned and turned back to him.

“Everyone’s looking. I can understand if-“

“Let them.” He shrugged it off. “I don’t give a fuck about any of their snobby ass opinions,” he said with a small smile, not so subtly flicking one of the couples off.

You let your worries dissolve with his words about the stares and the whispers, especially when you saw JJ looked at you like that. Like you hung the stars themselves, like you were the only girl in the world.

“Do you fancy a dance, milady?” JJ asked you suddenly in a posh accent, holding his hand out.

You gasped, holding your hand to your heart. “Why yes I do, good sir.” You played along, a smile playing on your lips as he kissed your hand and took yours in his.

[skipper1331]

Lost and found // Patri Guijarro

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy :D

"Shit!" looking though your bag, you frantically searched for your keys. "Shit, shit, shit" You've looked in every opening of your bag but just couldn't find it. Everything important was on your bunch of keys, car keys, keys to your apartment, for the garage, keys for your childhood home, everything. "¿Qué pasa?" your favorite spaniard asked as she walked to you after seeing your stressed out face. She placed her hand on your back, an innocent act to calm you down. "My keys! I don‘t where they are!" Defeated you sat down, arms crossed. Where had you put them? "Why are you so stressed? Here, there they are" Patri wiggled with them in front of your face, grinning.

"Ah! What? How?"

"Maybe you should check your jacket the next time" the midfielder whispered in your ear, answering your question. She pressed her lips against your temple for a quick peck before she walked back to her cubby, Mapi and Alexia sharing a look.

-

"Fucking hell" you grumbled, looking for your phone. You could‘ve sworn you had it a second ago. You searched in the kitchen, your bedroom, the bathroom, everywhere. The only phone you found was Patris which was in the kitchen. As you entered the living room the spaniard sat on the couch, some movie playing in the backround. Your hands rummaged around on the couch, desperately looking for your phone. "What‘re you looking for?"

"My phone" you whined, turning around every cushion while the midfielder started to laugh. "Here," she gave you your phone which she had in her hands the whole time. How did you not notice? "I asked you if I could play my game on your phone and then you gave it to me"

Embarassed, you slapped your hands on your face, hidding behind them. How could you forget that? Patri was obsessed with that one game you had on your phone, she always asked if she could play and you never say no. "Don‘t hide that beautiful face of yours" her hands placed themselves on your hips, pulling you down so you sat on her lap.

The two of you weren‘t together but also not just friends, there had been a few sneaky, stolen kisses yet nothing more. "You can‘t keep losing your stuff, one day you‘ll get lost yourself" she whispered, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

"I‘m trying" you mumbled as your head fell on her shoulder.

-

"But I had it the whole time" Patri told Pina, Mapi and Alexia in their native language. She found it too amusing how you dramatically looked for your phone yesterday. The three spaniards laughed at the story. "maybe you should help her look again" Pina stated as you rummaged through your bag.

"No! No, no, no" full of worry, you searched for your shin pads, you needed them.

"Wanna bet in 5 seconds Patri finds what she’s looking for?" Mapi challegened her team mates "we know you would win, look" la reina replied, nodding her head in your direction.

"They‘re made for each other, don‘t you think?" the young striker asked. Mapi with a mischief smile on her face looked at Alexia, her patner in crime, before she answered, "Sí"

-

"Not again!" you were angry and annoyed. No, this time it wasn‘t your phone what you‘re looking for nor your keys or any football related stuff, you‘re missing your headphones.

You unpacked every single thing out of your bag - nothing.

You looked in your jacket pockets - nothing. Trouser pocket - nothing. (They wouldn’t have fit in there but you looked there anyways)

Where could they be?!

"Cariño, what‘re looking for this time?" she smiled sympathetically at you. Sometimes she thought you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your body. "My headphones!"

She took a step towards you, her hands went around your neck, not touching it though, but the headphones that were around it. She pulled them up, placing them on your ears. "There you go" she whispered, her hands now resting at your neck. "Thank you" you gazed in her eyes, the most beautiful you had ever seen.

"They would kiss each other If they weren‘t in the locker room" Mapi stated.

"They‘re clearly in love" Pina chipped in.

"I can only agree" said Alexia.

-

Please pick up, please pick up

"Y/n?" the sleepy voice of Patri rasped through the phone "Patri!"

"Do you know what time it is? It‘s 3am!"

"I‘m sorry, okay? But i- i don‘t know where I am and my phone will die soon" within in seconds the spaniard was wide awake, already out of bed. "What?!"

"I’m lost. Please can you get me?"

"What do you see?"

You told her about your surroundings - she knew where you were. Immediately, she ran to her car. Why the fuck would you be outside at 3 in the morning? Alone! She was furios. She ignored the speed limit, there was hardly anyone on the streets at that time anyway. Her only concern: you. How could you be so stupid and go out at that late at night. It‘s dark and your sense of direction was as good as Mapis signing. Horrible.

You sat on a bench, waiting for Patri, there was barely light, the only one came from the moon. When a car pulled up, you turned around but didn't get up. A few cars had already passed you, none of them the girl you‘re waiting for.

The car stopped abruptly as she drove onto the path which lead to you. An angry Patri stormed out of the car towards you. "Are you crazy?!" the spaniard shouted as she walked to you, "What were you thinking?" The girl was angry, more than angry. You opened your mouth to explain but- "Don‘t! Get in the car" crushed, you looked at her but followed her command, your head hung low, your eyes fixed on the floor. That was until you realized someting "no, please, no" you whispered, your hands went in all your pockets - no keys. "Don‘t you dare to say you‘ve lost your keys" Patri said as she saw how your hands went in every pocket.

"I haven‘t lost them, they‘re at home"

"Dios mío, Y/n! One time, one time where you don‘t lose your stuff!"

"It‘s not my fault!" Now, you were getting upset. You get that she was mad at you because you woke her up and she had to drive here but there was no need to yell at you for being forgetful - you weren‘t forgetful per se you just lose your stuff and don‘t know where it was. "Who‘s fault is it then? Hm?"

"Mapi‘s!"

"¿Que?"

Now, the spaniard was confused. Why - How could it be Mapis fault? "If she hadn‘t said that stuff, i would be in bed!"

"You lose your stuff quite often huh?" the spanish defender asked as she took a seat beside you. "And Patri always knows where it is" you looked at her confused, what was she talking about? "Kinda like soulmates, don‘t you think?" she slipped her arm over your shoulders "you‘re in love with her, aren‘t you?"

"What?"

"And she‘s in love with you" she was smiling at you but you couldn‘t tell If it was a nice one or the smiles where after that blackmail would come. "It‘s cute, you know, everyone knows you’re made for each other."

"What are you talking about?"

"Gosh! You‘re always on my mind! And today was no difference but that Mapis words haunted me. That I‘m in love with you and that you’re in love with me, that we‘re soulmates because I always lose my stuff and you find it," you couldn’t stop talking, everything bubbled out of you, "I- i couldn‘t sleep so i went for a run or a walk - i don‘t know and then I got lost. I didn‘t know who to call so I called you. Look, I know you’re mad and I know it‘s three in the morning but please stop yelling at me." you were walking up and down, trying to catch your breath.

"Are you? In love with me?" she took a step towards you, stopping you in your track as she placed her arms around your hips. "Gosh Patri! We kissed one- multiple times nothing more. Don‘t be so cocky" you couldn’t describe how you felt, you felt angry and upset and so caught up in your thoughts.

"I am in love with you" she pulled your body against her own before she pressed you against the car. "I‘m in love with you since the first time you lost something" her eyes met yours, yourself still rambling about Mapis words, your own feelings and the key you had forgotten at home. "You hear me?" She pushed herself more in to yourself, her hand up to rest on your cheek - you stopped talking. "I‘m in love with you. And those kisses weren‘t nothing. They were everything," she whispered against your lips, an inch away. You could feel her breath, "i don‘t care If you lose stuff but i care about you" pulling back again, a respectable amount of space between your lips. "Do you know how terrifying it is when you get a call at 3am from the girl you love who‘s telling you that she‘s lost!" her voice got louder before it got more quiet again, "Amor, I was worried not mad at you about waking me up" your mouth agape, not believing what she‘s saying. Your brain couldn‘t process everything, only the one thing that was the most important "you love me?"

"Yeah, of course I do"

You lunge forward, pressing your lips against the spaniards, a kiss so desperately needed. Your hands grabbed her neck, pulling her impossibly closer, her hands around your waist, tightening every now and then. It was euphoric. "I do, too" you whispered against her mouth before pulling her back in.

Lost and found.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x Male!reader - my everything

Imagine Rossi coming back to the BAU with a husband so when Derek or someone makes a joke about a new potential wife Rossi is just like "naw im done with women I have a husband now" and obviously after he tells them they have to have a family dinner where they meet Rossi's husband who is really shy but is SUPER big on physical touch and words of affirmation.... 👀 like reader is just touching Rossi in any possible way while telling him how much he loves him and how strong and BEAUTIFUL he is👀👀👀 - Anon💜

Rossi had once again glanced down at his phone on the jet, smiling a little bit as he saw your name pop up on the screen.

You hadn’t talked much throughout the case, though you loved messaging him you wanted him to prioritise work, so he wouldn’t always message you when they were on the way home.

That way you knew when he was coming back and it was also a way of him giving you the all clear to message him.

You: I think we should get a dog

Rossi rolled his eyes slightly.

Rossi: absolutely not, because then you’ll want another and we’d end up with a whole rescue.

He went to set his phone down only for it to chime again, this time Derek looked up, pushing his headphones down.

“Alright that’s the five time in the space of three minutes your phones gone off, usually you stay away from it.” he said.

JJ and Emily glanced up at the two.

“He’s right, we’ve never seen you on your phone so much.” JJ said.

“Do you have another wife Dave? Because I thought you learned your lesson about this.” Hotch smirked.

Rossi chuckled, putting his phone into his blazer and he held his hands up in defence.

“No, no wife. Believe me I’ve definitely learned my lesson about marrying women.”

“So, spill, tell us everything because you know Garcia is an easily find out.” Emily smirked.

“Is it a new woman?” Derek grinned.

Rossi chuckled a little bit, shaking his head at them all.

“No, I’m quite finished with women now. I am quite happy with my husband whom is waiting for me at home.”

There was the sound of a few things being dropped.

“Husband?!” Everybody yelled.

Immediately they were all crowding around him, Derek being Garcia up on the laptop so she could get involved in the conversation as well.

“How did we not know you had a husband?” Reid asked.

“While at work we both agreed it would be best if I didn’t wear our wedding band on my ring finger, just for safety.”

Rossi reached into the pocket of his blazer, pulling out a small thin box, and inside was a simple yet elegant wedding band, and he slipped it on.

“How long have you been married?!” Garcia squealed.

“Yes Dave, how long?” Hotch asked.

“Two years and counting.”

Rossi had to carry on answering the bombardment of questions he was getting since there was nowhere for him to hide.

And as the jet began its decent he spoke up.

“Come to my house this weekend, I would like to introduce you all to (Y/N). He is shy, and he can be rather nervous around people.” Rossi said.

They all quickly agreed, and when he got home Rossi told you about the dinner before anything else.

You didn’t have to stay for the whole dinner if you didn’t want to, he was happy for you to just meet each other and for you to wonder away.

But you preferred to be near him, so while he was in the kitchen cooking, you were taking a shower, and getting ready to meet everybody.

You didn’t want to meet them all one by one, that would be awkward and make it harder for you to find time to be with Rossi, so you waited for them all to be there.

Once Derek finally turned up Rossi came to the bedroom, walking over to you he placed his hands on the side of your face and kissed your forehead.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be.” You smiled.

Rossi stood up, letting you interlock your fingers with his and he led you to the kitchen.

You were quickly introduced to everybody, and you stood next to Dave while you listened to them talk.

You glanced behind you, shuffling to the right and little bit to put your back against his while he was cooking.

“Are you alright?” Rossi asked.

You hummed a little bit.

“I’m good thank you, you look really handsome in that shirt, I think you should get more that colour.”

Rossi looked at his dark blue shirt.

“You think?”

You hummed again.

“I like it.”

you spun around, planting a kiss to his shoulder before going to get a glass of water.

Grabbing your water, you made your way back over to him, placing your head against his arm while he spoke to his team.

“So what is it about our lovely Rossi that caught your eye?” Garcia asked.

You smiled to yourself.

“I saw him every week at a quiet bar, and I just thought he was really handsome…”

“Aw, really?” JJ asked.

You smiled a little more nodding your head.

Rossi was moved behind you to do something but he kept your hand in his as he did.

“Yeah… he was just the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.. like.. the ancients romans and Greeks would’ve made statues about him… poets would’ve written stories about him to be stores forever in time…”

Everybody smiled softly as they listened to you.

“I love him, and no song or poem will ever be enough for me to be able to describe how I really feel about him…”

“That’s really beautiful.” Emily smiled.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Hotch asked.

You nodded softly, turning around to look at Rossi and your eyes immediately softened.

Your heart melted as you watched him, every time you laid eyes on him.

The team went back to talking among themselves and you walked over, wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his back.

“I love you so much Dave…”

Rossi placed a hand over yours.

“I love you too…” he whispered back.

You smiled to yourself, just staying there while he was cooking, only moving if you had to, or to go help somebody with something.

But you always found your way back to his side, you always found your way back under his arms or near him.

And neither of you would have it any other way

[adventuringblind]

hi, could you perhaps do an Oscar x Autistic reader where the reader is sensitive to loud noises and uses earplugs in public or where they has them but don't use them because they think they can get by without them but actually needs them. you can choose. Love the series!

Discreet

Oscar Piastri x Autistic Reader

Summary: Reader has been told all her life that she will scare people off with her headphones. Turns out they actually help a lot!

Warnings: mentions of toxic past and ableism

Notes: meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... I feel called out by this ask tbh.

Masterlist

Should she be wearing her headphones? Yes. Is she? No. Absolutely not. Why, you may ask? Because she was raised that wearing headphones is going to scare away people. Make her more of an alien in the world than she already feels.

It was supposed to be a calm after party. She'd wanted to celebrate with Oscar for an amazing weekend. Oscar underestimated how rowdy the group could get. Lando had invited half the grid to his hotel room.

It's far too loud for her. A small enclosed space, a variety of different smells mix together, the lights are flashing from the TV. It's all too much for her. It's so loud she can't think properly.

She's currently hiding in the corner of the room with the least number of people. She's doing her best to calm herself down, but the longer she stays here, the harder it gets.

A presence is made known to her by the wall vibrating from weight being slumped against it. "Did you bring your headphones?" Oscar asks from beside her.

She wants to say yes. Tell him she brought them like she was supposed to. But she hadn't because this is a social event, and she doesn't want to scare anybody away.

Oscar takes her lack of words and gestures as a no. "Well, I brought ear plugs just in case. We can sit here until you feel able to walk again, and then I'll come up with a lame ass excuse to get out of here. Sound like a plan?"

This time, she does nod her head. She takes the ear plugs from Oscar and fits them into her ears. It's not the greatest at stopping the noise, but it's something for now.

She takes a few deep breaths and hides her face in her boyfriends shoulder. Effectivley keeping the lights away for a minute.

She taps his hand to signal she's ready (a secret code they'd created for non-verbal moments like this). Oscar helps her up, and then they clamber over to Lando. Her feet are tripping over everything as they do so.

"Thanks for inviting us, Lan. We're gonna go get some sleep now."

It's not even an excuse. It's probably just the honest truth. Regardless, Lando smiles at them and thanks them for coming.

Outside the room, she feels like her lungs are less restricted. Her senses claw at the relief as they walk back to Oscar's room. Her body feels relieved as she puts on her comfy clothes and throws herself under the covers.

"You know you can wear your headphones, right love? It's nothing to ever be ashamed of." Oscar crawls into the bed next to her. She sidles up to him, laying her head on his chest.

"I know. I just - don't want people to be scared of me." She mumbles the last part, but Oscar still hears it.

"Your real friends will be the ones who don't care if you wear headphones or not. They help you and you like them. That's all that matters."

She is able to relax on the thought that Oscar will always want the best for her. He doesn't care that she stims or follows the same patterns. And he'll never mind if she wears headphones. He thinks they make her look more badass anyway.

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Eight: Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls

The Pariahs That Saved The World

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mentions of death, father issues (like, severe), horror elements, blood, angst central.

[A/N: Good news!! I have returned with a new chapter!! Bad news... you're not gonna like it...]

Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls

“Which one is it?!”

“Do we know if she likes Kate Bush?!”

“Guys, she’s getting worse!”

A cacophony of panic flooded the Winnebago, rushed footsteps and heavy breathing echoing through Robin’s mind as she stands with her hands on your shoulders, tears streaming down her face. She convinced herself holding onto you would stop you floating to the ceiling. She didn’t want to be stood here long enough to find out.

“I’m telling you, her favourite songs won’t be here!” Eddie practically screams at them. They all stop their chaotic rampage of the stolen vehicle, snapping their heads to him.

“Check her bag.” Robin’s hoarse voice cut through the silence, eyes unwavering from where yours were screwed shut, shifting left to right beneath your eyelids.

Steve is the one to swipe your bag tucked into the corner of the table seat, rooting through it with such haste, items clattered to the floor without care. His eyes light up in surprise when he pulls out a familiar object. You had your own Walkman.

“Fuck me, that’s lucky.” Dustin breathes out, and Steve frowns at it. Luck. Yeah, right.

He checks the tape deck, scribbled lettering of ‘stand by me’ on the white space and he runs back over to Robin, carefully slipping the headphones over your ears and pressing play.

A faint melody is muffled against your ears as they all stand there, waiting. Steve’s hand finds its way onto Robin’s shoulder, observing that concerning look on her face. He had expected her usual look of horror, an unfortunate expression Steve has seen too many times. This one was different, however.

This one was guilt.

July 3rd, 1985: The Hospital Incident

The white flickering lights were alighting every nerve, stuttering beams raising three individual heart rates into panic and anxiety.

It was no mystery why you were acting this way when even your surroundings eluded paranoia.

“I shouldn’t be here.” You keep muttering, biting your lip. “I should find her. I- I haven’t heard from her in days.”

Nancy and Jonathan were leading you through the hospital, dragging you along their latest quest. You supposed it wasn’t their fault; you had told them you were willing to help. But you haven’t seen Heather, or even heard from her. That was all you could think about.

“I went to the pool and they said she hasn’t shown up in a while.” You continue, scrunching the ends of your cardigan into your fists. “That’s bad, right? Maybe I should check her house. I’m sorry, I can’t- I need to-”

“We don’t have time right now.” Nancy insisted, but you weren’t really listening, turning back with only the thought of your girlfriend. Their little journalist project would have to wait.

“I’ll be back to help once I-”

“She’s not there.” Jonathan says and the mood shifted. You turn to look at him, his wide eyes implying a guilty nature. Nancy was frozen to the spot, eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you know that?” You ask, walking back to them. “Did you go to her house? Why… why were you there?”

“I was investigating Holloway.” Nancy says hurriedly, “I- We wanted to see where he was.”

You could tell when Nancy Wheeler was lying. She always forced eye contact, her face unusually stoic as to hide the truth. Maybe would find Nancy’s technique in deceit flawless and somewhat inspiring. You always thought she was a terrible liar.

“Her dad is missing too?” You frown, looking between them with nothing but suspicion. They were keeping something from you. “Well now I’m definitely going back.”

You turn around again and Nancy leaps forward.

“Wait!”

“No, Nance.” You snap, talking over your shoulder. “Something is seriously wrong and I can’t do anything until I know she’s safe. Her dad is missing, her mom probably is too, and I haven’t seen her in days, what if-”

“She’s gone!”

Nancy suddenly says and you stop, meeting Jonathan’s startled eyes.

“...What?”

“I-” Nancy can’t bear to look at you, sharing a guilty look with her boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“What does that mean?” You shake your head, stepping away from them. But you had already been through the scenario in your mind. And, even worse, you expected this ending. You just couldn’t force yourself to believe it. “Why were you at her house? Why? Nancy!”

“Y/n…” Her forlorn expression spoke louder than any of her mistrusted words could.

“I told you, guys.” You say, blinking against foggy vision as tears started spilling down your cheeks. “I told you something was wrong, and you said I was being paranoid. That I was getting emotional.”

“We didn’t-” Nancy shakes her head, biting her lip. Whatever she had to say, it was useless.

“I can’t believe you.” You place your hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“We could be wrong.” Jonathan interjects, moving closer to you. You take a step back, ignoring the hurt on his face. You and Jonathan may have been friends since you were kids, but that gave him no right to lie to you.

“Look, Y/n, we just need to figure out what’s happening.” Nancy nods almost pleadingly, holding out her hands in surrender. “If we do, we can help Heather. I’m sure- we just need to talk to Mrs Driscoll-”

“I don’t care about Mrs Driscoll!” You almost scream at her. Your unusually steady hands wipe away the tears on your cheeks, taking a deep breath. “Go ahead, Nancy. Finish your article. That’s all you seem to care about anyway.”

“That’s not fair.” She says, but Jonathan places a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.

“I can’t be here.” You finally whisper. The words felt like a scream, however, as you turn away and start marching back down the hall.

Any sadness you had was shifting into anger. It coursed through you like it powered your every nerve, balling your hands into fists, eyes red and hot withstanding the tears you could no longer pity yourself with.

The last time you saw Heather, she had asked you to meet her after work. Three days ago, you were saying ‘see you later’ as she drove herself away from your house and to the community pool, dressed in a swimsuit and shorts that would always earn her a light-hearted tease about a jazzercise cosplay. Three days ago, you left a voicemail with her manager, cancelling your plans.

You had bumped into Jonathan at the Post, one of the only days your shift schedules aligned in the week. He told you about Nancy’s new journalist endeavour, his scepticism. You admired her determination to be treated fairly in this place, lord knows you’ve been trying for respect for some time too. And then, soon enough, Nancy begged you for help, claiming it was your last chance to be taken seriously as a reporter. Your heart wasn’t even in it, but you said yes. You left a message at the pool, and you followed the couple to Driscoll’s, not even sparing another thought to the girl at the pool.

Now you’re walking back through the hospital knowing that if you had just declined Nancy’s offer, if you had just stuck with your plans and met Heather, would you have saved her?

No, you think to yourself, shaking your head, she can’t be dead. She isn’t dead.

But where would you even start? Maybe Hopper could-

A shadow cuts in front of the doors down the hallway you’ve just entered. You’d seen enough nurses and doctors wandering around, ready to ignore it. But the figure just stood there, blocking the exit.

You squint at the person, slowing your footsteps. You couldn’t tell by the busted lightbulb above their head, dimming their features into the shadow. Your arms were littered with goosebumps, gut twisting. You should turn around.

“Y/N!”

Nancy’s scream echoes through the hospital floor, hitting you with severe impact.

Something was very wrong.

The lights along the hallway start flickering, and the figure is finally cast in unsteady light. Your feet stay frozen to the ground.

“No.” You whisper as he smiles, taking slow steps towards you. He wasn’t meant to be here.

Your dad was meant to be working late at the Post.

Another cry for help had you running back the way you came, hearing the slam of a door not far from you. You skid to a stop in front of the stairs, caught in indecision. Surely they would run for the stairs. Right?

Footsteps running in from behind you set in your flight or fight, pulling open the door and darting down the staircase to the lower floor, heartbeat flooding every one of your senses.

You burst out of the door and just keep moving, not looking back in fear of seeing him following you. He hadn’t looked right, too alien to his natural demeanour, too coincidental to be here at the same time Nancy started crying out. For the second time in your life, you found yourself running away from a man meant to love and protect you unconditionally.

And when you finally found Nancy, her stammering voice talking about a plan to take care of the flayed, you realised you’d have to stop running now, and face the man that loved you with conditions, and never protected you from himself.

“Nancy…” You shake your head at her as you slowly start walking backwards down the hallway.

She barely gave you a moment to think before she was telling you her idea, her stubborn mind fixed to what she believed would work. You weren’t so sure.

“Just stay in position, Y/n.” She hisses at you from behind and you trust her, you really do. But she was foolish to think you were the right person for this.

“I can’t.” You whisper back, tears falling down your face. The lights overhead start to flicker and you grip the metal pole in your hand tighter, praying he doesn’t walk around the corner, that it was all a misunderstanding.

“Just a little longer.” She promises, her soothing voice holding more worth to you than she knows. If only you had seen her face.

Two loud footsteps echo out from around the corner and you hold your breath, waiting for the man to show himself and force every fibre of your body not to run. But it wasn’t him. It was Tom Holloway, Heather’s father, and he was smiling at you.

“Ah, Y/n.” He clicks his neck, smirking, “I knew I’d find you here.”

You shake your head. It wasn’t meant to be him. He was supposed to be dead.

“It’s such a shame no one checked to see if they finished the job.” He laughs, pulling a scalpel you hadn’t even seen protruding from his neck, shrugging when no blood comes rushing out. “Someone should really go check on that poor boy, though. Such a wuss.”

“Nancy.” You try and whisper, but you hear nothing back, only the echo of her retreating footsteps as she rushes to find her boyfriend. You understood, you really did, but you’ve never felt so scared.

“Just the two of us, now.” Tom clears his throat, walking forward with intent and you hold out the pole. “That won’t do anything.”

“Stay back.” You cry out, noticing how dark the black veins were appearing now. Was Heather like this too? “I’m warning you.”

“Or what? You’ll trick me?” He laughs maniacally, stopping just short of you reaching the end of the hall, the corner just behind you. “Or should I say… us?”

Your eyes widen, but it’s too late. A sharp and searing pain digs into your shoulder and you scream, dropping your only weapon out of shock and jolting forward. You stumble, cradling your shoulder as you spin around on the floor, another pair of soulless eyes staring down at you. A sob leaves your lips.

“Dad?”

“Join us.”

You start scrambling away, pushing your legs out beneath you to keep yourself moving back as they stare down at you. Your shoulder was throbbing, blood trickling between your fingertips. You think about calling out for Nancy and Jonathan, but you weren’t even sure if they’d come to save you.

As you start to crumble into the corner, two pairs of soulless eyes prepared to make you one of them, your chest starts to hurt more than any wound could. Whatever friendship you had before was shattered now. With Heather gone, there wasn’t much left for you to care about in Hawkins.

In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of something shining under the flickering lights. It was close, close enough to reach out and grab.

“There’s no reason to be afraid.” Tom smiles, an unnatural curve to his lips. “When you join us, it’ll feel like nothing ever happened.”

Your father smiles with him, and you raise your head.

“No thanks.”

You lunge for the metal pole and manage to grab hold, spinning onto your back and striking it upwards just as one of them pounced at you, the sharp end piercing skin and slipping directly up into their chin, splattering blood on your face.

Tom stumbles back, grabbing at his throat as black veins suddenly burst from the wound. But he wasn’t the one you caught.

“Dad?” You whisper, watching his eyes slowly droop towards you, body slumping against the ground. If you had expected some sort of humanity to return to him, you weren’t going to see it. He was gone, not an ounce of his soul left.

They both finally drop to the floor, exhaling a final breath. You pull your legs out from beneath the body, trying to prop yourself up but crashing back down when the muscles in your arm give out.

“Y/N?!”

You can hear Nancy and Jonathan calling for you, echoing footsteps approaching from further down the hall. The pain in your shoulder was excruciating now, and you were never great at dealing with pain.

You slump against the wall, closing your eyes, unknowing if you would ever want to open them again.

Everything felt normal when you opened your eyes. You were used to the pounding headache in the morning, a flicker of whatever nightmare you endured leaving a scar on your brain. It didn’t happen this time.

You tried to remember what happened. You vaguely recall seeing Robin, her smile. And then…

Everything is thrown back into focus, head darting around the room as you panic against the white lights. It looked like a hospital, the plastic sheet trailing around your bed for privacy. It looked scarily like the bed you woke up in after the flayed incident.

You try and sit up, but your arms can’t move. You try and shift your legs, nothing. It felt like you were tied down to the bed. You managed to angle your head to look down, the panic rising spectacularly.

Vines were slithering around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place.

Struggling against their strength, you start crying out for help, lights around you flickering wildly. Your top lip still feels wet from the nosebleed. Vecna had you again, and you knew this time was different. This time, he didn’t want you to escape.

The plastic sheet surrounding your bed is suddenly pulled back, and it was like you couldn’t even breathe anymore.

“Hi, honey.” Your father says, mouth dripping black blood, veins stretching around a wound underneath his chin.

You try and ignore him, looking anywhere but where he stood and tugging at your restraints. This wasn’t real. He’s dead. He died-

“Because you killed me.” He growls. Your eyes widen. How did he-

Vecna, you tell yourself, it’s Vecna.

“You didn’t even try to save me.” He creeps closer, first curling around something you couldn’t see. “You cared more about that stupid Holloway girl than you ever did your own flesh and blood.”

A tear escapes your eye, scrunching your face in fury. You hate how much this is affecting you.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

He wants this, you remind yourself, still relentlessly pulling at the vines. Vecna wants you to feel guilt, he wants you to feel like you’re responsible for his death. And he’s using your dead father to do it.

You frown, stopping your attempts of escape.

Can Vecna really win if you didn’t believe his lies?

“I’d do it all over again if it meant I could save Heather.”

He looks taken aback- Vecna looks taken aback. Like he wasn’t expecting you to be so… heartless.

“My father was an asshole, and a bitter man. He never cared about his own flesh and blood. And I’m glad he’s dead. I never wanted it to be this way, but I will never, never, let myself feel guilty over something that wasn’t my fault.”

“And what about me?”

You turn your head to the other side of the bed, a girl leant against the wall in the shadows. You didn’t need to see her. You’ve been haunted by her voice for months now.

“I couldn’t have done anything.” You say, mostly to convince yourself what everyone has been telling you for ages. It wasn’t your fault.

“You could have chosen me over your friends.” She spits bitterly, not moving from the dark corner. “They used you. You’ve known Jonathan your whole life, and he didn’t care about you. Nancy didn’t even care if she left you for dead. You were nothing but a pawn.”

“I stayed. That was my choice.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I might never forgive myself for what happened to you, but I won’t let it ruin my life.”

“But you’ll let it ruin mine?”

Your eyes fly open, shock taking your breath.

She finally steps out of the shadow, voice warped into someone else. Because she was someone else.

“You don’t even like me, do you?” Robin asks, tears running down her face but her expression was emotionless. “You want me to be Heather. You want her.”

“No.” You whisper, tugging against the vines on your wrists.

“You knew this was happening to you, and you let me fall for you.” She shakes her head, leaning over the bed so she was staring down at you from an uncomfortable distance. “And I know if you survive, you’re never going to look at me again. You just used me to feel better about your bitter life. You don’t think you should be loved. And you’re right. Your father never loved you. Your mother hated you so much she left. Your gran doesn’t even want you here.”

“Shut up!” You scream, breaking free your right hand to push her away.

She stumbles back as you claw at your other wrist.

“It was only a matter of time before you hurt her”

Everything was plunged into a dark red, the bed disappearing from beneath you and you land hard on rocky ground, coughing.

“You should have left when you had the chance, Y/n”

You try to scramble to your feet, but a flick of his hand throws you against a protruding staircase, making you cough from the impact.

You manage to grab hold of a spindle, slowly pulling yourself up. He starts to walk over to you and then abruptly stops, looking across the barren sky. At first, you don’t understand, confused with his sudden change of posture.

And then it slowly drifts in. A melody.

When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

Vecna snarls, turning back to you. You look surprised, you felt surprised.

This was your favourite song blasting through a crimson nightmare. A song you held so close to you, you never told anyone about it.

Well, no one except the school counsellor...

No, I won’t be afraid

Oh, I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

The faint melody from Ben E. King starts drifting around the Winnebago, filling the silence with an unsuspecting song. One that was meant to be saving your life right now.

“Does she even like this song?” Nancy asks, her chest heaving unevenly as she stares at your catatonic state. She was panicking, and to see Nancy panic like this was rare.

“It was in her bag, she obviously put it there because she likes it.” Lucas points out, and Steve tries to ignore the pit in stomach that told it that wasn’t the case.

“Then why isn’t it working?” Nancy stresses, snapping at the boy before immediately apologising.

“Woah, Nance.” Steve puts a hand on her shoulder, “It took Max a minute to get out, okay? She’s going to be fine.”

As she opened her mouth to argue, Steve was proven right.

Nancy and Dustin are the ones to catch you, ensuring a comfortable fall in an uncomfortable circumstance. Nancy quickly wipes away her tears, smiling.

“You’re okay.” She says as you reach out for a hand to hold. “We’ve got you.”

Steve smiles at that for some reason, feeling relieved and terrified. He thought Max was his last victim, so why did he need you?

There’s a soft click of the Winnebago door behind him, quiet enough to not disturb the others from their emotional celebration. Steve wouldn’t have noticed if he weren’t painfully aware of his best friend’s absence beside him.

He sneaks out and finds her stood in the field, arms wrapped around herself in comfort. When she noticed he had followed, he was surprised she didn’t say anything. Robin was rarely speechless. And so, in consideration, he decided to let a minute of silence pass.

A choked sob eventually cut through the peace.

“Robin?” He frowns, reaching out. His heart sinks when he sees the tear rolling down her cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” She whispers and he pulls her into a hug.

“She’s okay. He didn’t win.”

“No, she’s not.” Robin sobs, but he only holds her tighter, letting her cry. “It’s all my fault.”

“How could it be your fault?” Steve dismisses with a soothing tone.

“Because…”

He feels her pull away, the eyes above mascara stained cheeks settling on his. Steve has known she’s been acting weirder than usual for a while now, too quiet, holding back secrets. And right now, she looked like she was going to burst.

“Robin?”

“I knew all of this was going to happen.” She whispers it like a crime. He doesn’t really understand.

“What?”

“I lied to her.” She covers her mouth, muffling the next few words. “I didn’t ask her to come here because we needed her help.”

Steve shakes his head, trying to make sense of her confession. “What- why did you bring her here?”

“I…” She takes a step back, her posture practically fighting the truth as it came out.

“Robin.” He persists.

“I found her file in Ms Kelley’s office!” She blurts, panicking at the volume of her voice. “Shit. I-” Her hands run down her face. “It wasn’t meant to happen like this. Max said she was cursed and I- I panicked. I thought maybe we could buy some time, bring in a distraction...”

“You…” Steve blinks, not bothering to quieten his own words. He was too panicked now. “You brought her here because you knew Vecna would go after her.”

Her silence said everything she couldn’t.

“Oh.” He breathes. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She frowns. “I-”

“You knew?”

They both spin around to where you’re stood, a Walkman you’ve never touched before gripped in your hand. Robin’s eyes widen, shell-shocked at your presence.

“Y/n, please.” She runs over to you, grabbing your hand in hers. You don’t remove it, or push her away. You just stand and stare. “It wasn’t meant to get this far. I just- I hoped it would all be over by now. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared and I… Y/n?”

You slowly slip your hand out of hers, staring down at it like it was the problem. Robin’s mouth parts in surprise.

Nobody spoke. You all just stood surrounded by air poisoned with lies and deceit, your betrayed eyes resting on the girl you trusted with your life. The girl who was quite literally bartering your life this entire time.

You walked away when your heart started beating again, a tight grip around the song box currently keeping you alive.

Chapter Nine: coming soon...

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Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Three

Plot summary : When your friend interviews for a position at Anvil, you have a chance encounter with Billy Russo. He takes you for coffee and, by the time you’re done , Billy decides he’s anything but done with you.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Chapter Rating : R - smut and alcohol

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] This is the chapter where the smut starts. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : ~3.3k

A/N : This chapter picks up a couple of weeks after the last and things are finally going to get moving a bit. Again, thank you so much for reading and liking the previous chapters, I really hope you’ll enjoy where I plan to go with this!

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

Weeks passed, time and space allowing you to forget about Billy and the offer he’d made you. To her credit, Tammy had stuck with the job at Anvil and even seemed to be enjoying it, and she only rarely expected you to drop her off or pick her up. And Billy was nowhere to be seen; if he knew you were there, if he noticed your car, he didn’t bother to come out to see you. Everything felt like it was as it should be. In fact, everything felt better than it should.

Most days you didn’t even see Tammy; she’d go to work then out for food with her new friends, not getting home until late, leaving you with the whole apartment to yourself. Not that you were home much. No, you’d been taking extra shifts, trying to save some money. Soon enough Tammy would realise that she didn’t need you to split the bills and you’d wanted to be ready for when that day came.

As much as you didn’t want to have to move out, the thought of having your own space seemed nice. 

Space that you found yourself desperately wishing for when Tammy texted you to let you know that she was throwing a party. You’d just finished your last delivery of the evening and all you’d wanted to do was go home, take the world's hottest shower, and then climb into bed. 

Instead, when you got home, you had to fight to get to the bathroom, and suffer through the quickest shower imaginable because Tammy’s guests kept banging on the door. As for going to bed early? You gave up on that dream before you’d even reached the apartment door; the noise from the party flooded out into the stairwell, practically shaking the fucking walls.

You tried to be a good sport about it, hiding away in your room with your headphones on, trying to relax after a long day but you couldn’t. After two hours, you were at your wits end and you needed a drink (or to strangle Tammy - whichever opportunity presented itself first). Having to force your way through a crowd just to get to your own kitchen did little to help your mood but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

Right in front of the refrigerator stood a leggy blonde - the sort with devastating curves and a perfect figure - but she wasn’t the one that held your attention. No, you were more stuck on the person at the end of her arm, the man whose chest her hand was possessively resting on. Billy-fucking-Russo.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you muttered aloud but still remained unnoticed. Insignificant. Inconsequential. 

For a few moments, you waited, like an expectant child, hoping someone would finally realise that you were there and move, but the longer you watched them, her hand stroking his chest and his eyes on hers, the angrier you felt. And you blamed him.

Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you  - you were fine with blending in, with people not noticing you - normally you would have cut your losses and returned to your room. But he was standing there, in your home with that shit-eating grin on his lips while some woman pawed at him.

The anger was irrational, it was stupid - you’d told him no, you didn’t get to be angry. But why had he even asked? Why go through all of that when it was obviously so easy for him? He’d stood in front of you and laughed at the idea you weren’t his type, but here he was, proving you right. Was that why he’d given up so easily? (Though could you really call it easy when you’d told him no at least half a dozen times?)

Finally, something broke inside of you.

“Hey, can you fucking move?” It came out before you could stop yourself, a little louder than it really needed to be, but it got her attention.

And his.

“Excuse me?” She turned on you and, yeah, she was just as pretty face on.

“Hey, you’re here,” Billy smiled, though the smile only lasted for a moment.

“Of course I’m here, I fucking live here.” You snapped, pulling the refrigerator door open, forcing the blonde to step back.

“Oh, you’re the roommate, the bike messenger. That’s cute.” The blonde smirked, all but looking down her nose at you (which honestly wasn’t hard given the five inch heels she was standing on).

“I’ll show you fucking cute in a minute,” you practically snarled as you fished a can of beer from the fridge. 

She stepped forwards, ready to call your bluff, but Billy decided to chime in.

“Michelle, can you give us a moment?” He barely even looked at her and, under different circumstances, you might have enjoyed the way her face dropped at being dismissed by him. But you were too angry at him to pay her much mind once she started to walk away, even if she did mutter something that sounded vaguely threatening under her breath as she went.

Billy looked at you, obviously trying to figure out where your little outburst had come from. You tongued the inside of your cheek, glancing around at the mess Tammy’s guests had left all over the kitchen - mess you’d probably have to clean up in the morning.

“You should probably go after her,” you finally broke the silence, “she might fall off those heels and break her neck.”

“I’m sorry.” He offered with something of a sigh.

“For what?”

“For what she said. It was shitty.”

“It’s fine.” It really wasn’t fine. “I’m used to it.” It still pissed you off though. “And if it really bothered you, you should’ve at least had the balls to say it was shitty while she was still standing here. Not that I need you protecting me.”

“Have I done something wrong?” He finally decided to ask. “I feel like you’re pissed at me but I did exactly what you wanted me to do, I stayed away.”

“Being in my apartment isn’t staying away, Billy.”

“And that’s why you’re pissed? Because I came to a party? It’s not like I was trying to hunt you down, you came over here. Tammy said you’d stay in your room, that -”

“You know what? Never mind. You wouldn’t get it.” With that, you turned and started to walk away from him, swiping a bottle of vodka from the counter as you made your way back. Billy called after you, but he didn’t dare try to follow, and you didn’t breathe again until you were safely back in your room.

The next hour or so faded into something of a blur once you opened the vodka. Outside of your room the party raged on, showing no signs of ending anytime soon, but all you could think about was Billy. Have I done something wrong? It played over and over in your head and, even hours later, you still didn’t have an answer.

Yes, he’d done something wrong.

Only, no, he hadn’t.

You’d told him no, you’d turned him down; you didn’t get to be upset that he was letting other women throw themselves at him. You didn’t get to be angry that he was probably going to take Michelle home with him tonight. But you were angry, and that’s what annoyed you the most.

You felt used, felt like you’d been nothing more than a game to him and that, even if you had said yes, he would have dropped you the moment someone like her looked his way. 

Most of all you were upset that you had nothing to offer a man like Billy Russo.

After a while you got to your feet, planning on heading to the kitchen again for a glass of water - who would have guessed that trying to drink straight vodka was not the best idea? Being south of sober definitely made navigating the crowd of people a lot more interesting. Until you ran into her. Literally. Her drink fell from her hand the moment you collided, most going on you, but enough ending up on her.

You didn’t stop or wait to hear what she had to say, suddenly feeling like everyone was looking at you. You didn’t even make it to the kitchen, instead you ducked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you, banging your fist against the door, needing to do something to help release the frustration. Once you were done hitting the door, you leaned against it, pressing your forehead against the wood, trying to get your shit together enough to go back out there and make it back to your room without causing anymore issues.

It wasn’t until you heard the toilet flush that you realised you weren’t alone.

And, as you turned, there he was. Billy-fucking-Russo pulling up his zipper.

“Shit, sorry -” you blurted out, cheeks burning with embarrassment, “- the lock, sometimes it doesn’t -”

“Don’t worry about it,” Billy shrugged, washing his hands like it was all perfectly normal, “though if you wanna work your frustration out, I can suggest something a little better than punching the door.”

“Of course you can,” rolling your eyes. “Can you just go, please?”

“I would, but I don’t think you really want that, sweetheart,” he smiled, waving his hand, reminding you that you were still pressed against the door, trapping him in there with you. You didn’t move. “Seriously, what did I do to piss you off? You asked me not to bother you anymore, so I left you alone. Why are you acting like I kicked your dog?”

As he spoke, Billy stepped forwards. You didn’t move, you just kept your eyes fixed on his, on those dark eyes that seemed to look right through all of your bullshit. You could get lost in those eyes; you wanted him to look right through you to all the things you kept hidden, just to prove yourself right about him when he walked away.

You didn’t answer his question. You didn’t have an answer for him. Silence fell and the space between you shrunk with every passing second until you had to tilt your head back against the door just to look at him.

“Why me?” You finally dared to ask the question that had been plaguing you since that first kiss.

“Why you, what?”

“Why kiss me when you have women like Michelle throwing themselves at you? Was it a slow week or did you think I’d just be desperate enough to say yes?” There was a pain in your words that you didn’t want to share with him; you didn’t want Billy to know that you were jealous, that he’d made you feel cheap and easily replaced.

For a second he looked at you, like he was thinking, like he was trying to understand just what you were saying. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, catching every little flicker of upset. Then he was moving, reaching for you and pulling you towards him, while simultaneously pressing you back against the door, his lips finding yours.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. No, it was everything you thought of when you dared to think of Billy; dominant and eager, possessive and hungry. His teeth nipped your lower lip, relieving you of your last scrap on common sense. You could taste whiskey on his lips and on his tongue as you fought with him to deepen the kiss, to get everything you could from him. Fingers gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, his body strong and firm against yours.

His hand held the back of your neck, fingers tangling with your hair, holding you in place while he devoured you with his kiss. It wasn’t long before your hips started to move, pressing yourself against him, trying to find some sort of relief.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed against your lips.

The confession was almost enough to distract from the hand that moved between your bodies. Your thigh lifted to his hip, desperately pressing closer and closer while his lips began to trail up and down your neck. His touch made you feel like you were burning from the inside out and your breath caught the moment you felt his hand slip beneath the waistband of your leggings and into your panties. Your head fell back against the door as his fingers slipped lower, and by the time they reached your clit, you were aching for him.

Billy paused for the briefest of seconds, waiting for any sign that he’d gone too far. You gave him none. His lips covered yours again, kissing you and swallowing down all the gasps and moans that started to spill from you the moment his fingers started to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves. He wasn’t slow or gentle, he was eager, pushing you violently towards breaking point; too fast, too soon.

You felt the bang through the door before you heard it, Tammy called your name, and you froze.

“W-what?” You called out, quickly realising that Billy’s fingers were still moving and he had no intention of stopping. 

“Did you just throw a drink at Michelle?”

Billy’s hand sunk lower through the arousal that had soaked your panties and started to ease a finger inside you. The look on his face was shamelessly smug, enjoying watching you struggle to keep quiet. But you didn’t push him away, didn’t try to make him stop; you wanted him to do his worst.

Tammy banged on the door again.

“Well, did you?”

“No,” you gasped as his finger started to stroke into you from tip to knuckle.

“She said you did.”

His finger bent inside you while his thumb teased your clit; he knew exactly what he was doing, how impossible he was making things.

“I didn’t, it - it was an accident.” Your voice broke and your back arched, pressing into his touch.

His lips moved to your ear, tongue trailing along your lobe before he whispered; “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” And, as if to prove the point (or maybe just because he was enjoying watching you squirm) Billy sank a second finger into your wetness. Just one look at him told you everything you needed to know; he loved how much control he had over you, how much power.

“I said how did you accidentally -”

“Tammy, I -” you bit your lips together, trying to swallow down a moan, clenching around his fingers, “- I didn’t do anything to Michelle, so can you just fuck off and leave me alone?”

“You are fucking unbelieveable, you know that? I can’t fucking -”

Whatever she was saying, it didn’t matter. Your fingers tangled in Billy’s hair and you pulled him into a needy kiss, using his lips to muffle the sounds he was tearing from you. Every stroke from his fingers left you feeling dizzy, taking another piece of your sanity with them every time they pulled back. Your hips shifted, riding his fingers, taking everything he was giving you.

You already knew that you were going to let him fuck you. You were already thinking about it; right there against the door first, then bent over the sink so you could watch him in the mirror. Everywhere, anywhere. Every little thing was Billy, as his fingers drove you higher and higher.

Awkwardly, you ran your hand down the front of his shirt to his pants, finding the bulge of his erection and palming it through the fabric. You felt Billy’s lips pull into a smile against yours, his hips pressing into your touch. Fuck, you couldn’t get over how hard he was because of you. 

His fingers bent, stretching you, exploring you, until they found a spot that made you shudder.

“Billy -” you cried against his lips.

“So that’s what you sound like when you cry my name,” he groaned in response, looking at you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You could tell that he wanted more, that he needed everything from you. It should have scared you just how much he wanted but as his fingers found that spot over and over again, you couldn’t think about anything but Billy and how he was making you feel.

Your hand moved, tracing the hard outline of his cock, but you couldn’t do much more than that as Billy’s fingers dragged you to orgasm. He kissed you as you came, fingers still stroking into you, trying to drag the moment out as long as possible. Even his lips and tongue couldn’t completely muffle the moans and cries that spilled from you but, if anything, Billy seemed to enjoy it.

When it was done, your foot found the floor again, legs shaking beneath you as you tried to catch your breath. And, as you did, reality started to hit home. 

What had you just done? You’d let your roommate's new boss finger you in the bathroom at a party after drinking too much vodka, that's what.

And, why? Because you’d been jealous that he’d been giving someone else a shred of attention. Because he’d done exactly what you’d asked him to and he’d left you alone.

His lips moved back to your neck, his body pressed impossibly close, letting you know he wasn’t done. Billy wanted more. And you - fuck, some part of you still wanted that, especially when he pulled back his fingers and left you feeling devastatingly empty. You hated how worthless you suddenly felt knowing that you’d given him what he wanted from you - so what if he’d been thinking about you? That didn’t change the fact that, if you hadn’t stumbled into the bathroom, he probably would have taken Michelle home.

(He still could take her home. He could fuck her with the same fingers he'd just had inside you.)

Your whole body tensed when you felt his hands tugging at your leggings, and you knew it couldn't continue.

“Stop,” you finally managed to find your voice again, pushing him away from you.

Billy looked at you, confused and maybe even a little angry (or maybe you wanted him to be angry because it made what came next easier for you).

“What’s wrong?” He asked, expression softening when he noticed the look of anguish on your face.

“I can’t -” your voice broke. You hated yourself and hated him for making you feel that way, for twisting up your insides and giving you a fleeting glimpse of feelings you knew could never last.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reached for you, fingers ghosting your cheek, trying to soothe you before you recoiled.

“I shouldn’t've, I - I need to -”

For the first time since you’d met him, Billy was left lost for words, trying to figure out what had happened in the last thirty seconds to trigger this sudden change in you, and you took the opportunity to open the door and slip away from him. You heard him call after you but you didn’t stop, making your way through the small crowd that had somehow managed to cram itself into your apartment. You didn’t see him try to follow after you, you didn’t look back, even as you reached the front door and left the apartment. 

You walked for a little while, not really knowing where you were going or what you were going to do. You just knew that you couldn’t go back, that you couldn’t face him. Eventually you wound up in the little diner a couple of blocks over where you sometimes grabbed breakfast in the morning and you stayed there, drinking coffee and eating pancakes until the early hours of the morning, until you were certain that the party would have finished and everyone would have left.

As much as you didn’t want to, you kept thinking about Billy, about everything that had happened, and how much you’d wanted it before the panic had set in. By the time you finally made it home, you were exhausted, crawling into bed and promising yourself that you’d stay away from Billy Russo from then on.

END NOTES : After the next part there are going to be fewer time jumps between chapters, I just wanted to kind of let Billy and the reader stew in their emotions for a bit. The next part is pretty much finished, it just needs some editing (funny story, the T and the I keys on my laptop are loose so if there’s any hilarious typos that slip though that’s probably why). But, yeah, the next part should be up next saturday!

As always, thank you so much for reading and liking and doing all the tumblr things, it means a lot to me! Also I have a tag list now so drop a comment or message me if you wanted to be added

Have a great day!

Chapter Four

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May I request The leech twins, Azul, Riddle and Malleus with GN! reader who likes to watch true crime documentaries

Like the reader probably invites them to watch it too

I am a dedicated true crime junkie, you feel me? I was excited when I got this request. Y’all gonna learn about some of my favorite criminal stories (warning) today.

Other Warnings: Cases of SA, poisoning, killing, necrophilia

Riddle Rosehearts

It was one time where he caught you wearing your headphones and watching something on your phone around Heartslabyul. It wasn’t against the rules or anything, he was just curious as to what his beloved rose was watching. He asked you about it, and you said it was an episode about Giulia Tofana.

You told him about how she sold cosmetic products called Aqua Tofana that would contain belladonna, arsenic, and lead; all common cosmetic products at the time. Riddle was absolutely shocked that you would enjoy watching something as gruesome as that.

This caused you to disconnect your headphones so that he could watch alongside you. He learned about how Tofana admitted to the Roman authorities that she killed about 600 men with her poison, and some of her customers were tried as well. He honestly could not continue, as he was going to throw up at any given moment.

Azul Ashengrotto

You came into the Lounge while watching something on your phone, and the cecaelia was curious as to what it was that got your attention. He asked, and you told him that it was a true crime documentary that you had gotten into. Mans was shocked, considering you didn’t seem like the type of person to watch that sort of thing.

The episode you were currently watching was one about Baba Anujka. You went to his office, where you disconnected your headphones and played it for the two of you to watch. He was shocked that she murdered about 150 men, and even more shocked to find out that she gave poison to the wives of said men so that they could be the ones to kill their husbands.

Mans was not able to sleep at night because all he could think about was that one episode of the true crime documentary. How could you just casually watch something like that and not even bat an eye towards it. Now he knows that you probably know how to hide a body… best to stay on your good side.

Jade Leech

You went to his dorm to help him move his mushrooms to the greenhouse when he saw that you had headphones on and you were previously watching something. As you put your phone away, he asked what you were watching before, and you told him that it was a true crime documentary about the Ken and Barbie Killers.

When he asked, you gave the basic rundown. Paul Bernardo was a sadistic man, and Karla Homolka encouraged his behavior which led to him being charged with 13 r@pes and around 2 murders, though it was suspected that he killed more. Jade was surprised that you were into true crime, but to each their own.

He asked if he could watch it with you before you dropped off the mushrooms, so you both finished the episode. He was honestly kind of glad that you were here in this world rather than back in your world because there weren’t too many criminals in any of the different kingdoms. He did find it quite interesting, though. He might have to watch the documentary for himself.

Floyd Leech

You were sitting on the bench at the courtyard, watching the documentary, when your beloved eel came running up to you and picked you up in a tight squeeze. He sat down on the bench and placed you on his lap as he looked at your phone, asking you what you were watching. You told him about the true crime documentary, and about how the current episode you were on was about Ted Bundy.

He didn’t know who he was, so you told him that he was a man who often preyed on young women, often deceiving them by wearing a sling or cast to get their sympathy. He would then hit the women over the head or knock them out some other way and murder them… which was typically when he would have his way with the bodies. Floyd was totally shocked, but definitely intrigued. So, he got himself comfy and asked if he could watch it with you. You handed him and earbud and you both watched it on the bench,

Once the episode had finished, the Leech twin was so angry that the police never really looked into him as a suspect because he didn’t fit the stereotype (me too, buddy). Not just that, but he constantly escaped prison. He squeezed you tightly at the thought of you having to live in a world where you had to worry about people like that guy.

Malleus Draconia

You were waiting for him for your walk that night, and he saw you watching something on your phone. He asked what you were watching and you told him that it was a true crime documentary that you thought was interesting. The current episode you were on was about John Wayne Gacy.

You had to tell him the entire story, though. So, you patted the spot next to you and told the very long tale of the birthday-clown-turned-serial-killer. You explained how he assaulted young boys and killed them, and how in the end he was convicted of 33 murders.

The dragon prince was definitely shocked that you could watch something like that so casually, but to be fair he often had to see criminals like that as the Crowned Prince of Briar Valley. He was actually kind of glad that you could withstand something like this, since you would be seeing it in-person if you became his spouse.

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CHAPTER 09: YUJI'S BROTHER

JUST THE WAY THINGS GO || MEGUMI X READER

The sound of a door opening behind them scared the life out of them, heads turning towards the sound, hearts racing but..

"Y/N?" Inumaki asked, calming down.

You noticed that not only your friends but Nobara as well are all in the office.

"Did you all get in trouble? Why are you here?" You asked, walking up to them.

"Why are you here?" Maki asked, ignoring your question.

You walked towards a pile of paper then picked it up.

"My aunt wanted some student files and told me to get it.." You mumbled.

You decided to not question them anymore, leaving the room with a warning.

"The principal is returning soon, so maybe you should leave soon." You ended, leaving the room.

The others looked at each other then decided to run out the office, leaving the papers there.

The bell rang and everyone made it to their classes, but Nobara stopped Yuji before he could enter.

"We need to ask your brother some questions." She simply said.

"What? Why?"

"He may know something, let's just go to class."

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You stayed back in class, finishing up some notes while your friends all left in a hurry making up some excuse but you told them that it's okay.

You packed up your books and made your way into a certain classroom, your aunt told you she had to leave for a while and won't return until later in the afternoon, leaving you with the only choice to hide away with your homeroom teacher.

You made it to the history classroom, slightly opening the door and was greeted with the sight of your teacher writing work on the board and a certain white haired male.

Their heads turned in your direction, which caused you to look away.

"You can come in Y/N." Suguru told you and you did as he said.

You sat on one of the desks, pulled out your headphones and decided to listen to music.

Satoru looked at his friends for answers and Suguru explained.

They left you alone, wanting you to be comfortable in your own mini world.

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"Megs we have to leave for a bit." Nobara told the male as they all stood up from their desks.

Megumi looked up the duo with a slight bored look on his face.

"It's okay I was heading to the library anyways.." He mumbled, grabbing his bag and began to exit the classroom.

Both Nobara and Yuji looked at each then raced out the classroom.

They all joined the others, everyone in the cafeteria sitting where people rarely sits by, with Yuji in the middle with his phone out.

He scrolled through his contacts, looking for his brother's own.

When he finally did, he called him and everyone remained silent.

Suddenly a voice was heard.

"Hello? Yuji?"

They all looked at each other then back at the phone.

"Hey Cho, I have a question for you." Yuji asked him.

"Question? Okay ask away."

"Do you remember about that incident that happened when you were still in the school?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I want to ask you some questions about it."

The phone went silent for a while, everyone sharing glances and small whispers were heard among the group.

"Focus on school Yuji, later we can talk about it. I'm guessing your friends want to know as well so just make a group chat or something, just don't focus on that right now."

The group, who was now busted from being a secret thanks to the whispering, celebrated in silence.

"What a nice brother.." Nobara mumbled.

"Thank you." Was the last thing they heard before the phone went silent, signaling that he ended the call.

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The rest of the day flew by, everyone has left the building, besides you and a few other teachers including your aunt's friends.

"Must suck being stuck here huh?" Satoru joked, looking up from his phone.

You sighed in response, resting your face in your palm.

"You have friends right? Why don't you hang out with them during lunch?" He asked, trying to start up a conversation.

"They do their own thing and I don't mind, though it is a bit lonely sometimes." You mumbled.

"Why not make new ones?" Suguru entered the chat, finished erasing whatever work he had on the board.

You thought about what he said for a while, which caused you to remember a certain someone.

"Maybe I should.." You mumbled to yourself.

Satoru pulled out a deck of uno cards from who knows where.

"Let's play until Shoko comes back!" He said, placing the cards on your desk as Suguru joined you both.

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lavender haze | stuart twombly x fem!reader

“i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me”

stuart and y/n had been dating for only a few months after accidentally meeting while he was renting a few dvds from where she worked.

“surreal, i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say”

stuart liked keeping his private life, well, private from the others at google. but there wasn’t much he could do when they found out that he had a girlfriend.

“no deal, the 1950s sh*t they want from me”

warnings: swearing, kissing or wtv, nothing too bad

“i just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

☾

“stewie’s got a girlfriend?” nick grinned at him teasingly. “wow. never would’ve guessed.”

“i know, right?” billy, who had been the one to find out and tell the others, grinned. “dark and stormy’s not very dark and stormy anymore.”

“guys, can you just shut up about it now?” stuart asked, turning to face his laptop again. “yes. i have a girlfriend. big deal.”

“this is a big deal, stuart.” billy told him. “do we get to meet her?”

“no.”

“what? never?”

“never.”

“aww.” neha fake-pouted. “anyway, can we get back to work?”

“finally something i agree with.” stuart pointed to her. “back to work.”

“but i would love to meet your girlfriend, stuart.” neha added and he groaned. “do you think she’d follow me on instagram?”

“no. shut up.”

“oh, come on, stuart.” billy laughed as stuart put his headphones on. “don’t be like that.”

“guys, back to work.” lyle ordered and the rest of the group sighed before turning back to their computers.

“how’d you meet your girlfriend, stuart?” yo-yo asked and the room burst into chatter again.

“yeah, how, stuart?” nick asked and stuart rolled his eyes.

“none of your business.” stuart replied, pulling out his phone after it vibrated, indicating he got a text. it was from you.

“you should invite her to tomorrow night, stuart.” billy suggested. “to the par-tay.”

stuart gave billy a weird look. “why?”

“so we can meet her, duh.” neha scoffed.

“no.”

“invite her.” billy ordered.

“no.” stuart shook his head.

“do it. invite her.” nick agreed.

“no.” he spoke more firmly. “i’m not inviting her.”

“hey, babe.” you greeted as stuart appeared in front of the counter as you worked. “what’s up?”

“are you busy tomorrow night?” he asked. straight to the point.

“i shouldn’t be. why?”

stuart sighed. “there’s some work party and everyone in my group wants you to come.”

you smiled. “really?”

“yeah. so, if you want, you can come.” stuart silently prayed you wouldn’t want to go. “you don’t have to.”

“no, it sounds fun. i’ll go.”

“seriously?”

“yeah, why not?”

“nothing. yeah, cool, whatever.” he forced a smile. “see you at my place tonight?”

“yeah, of course.”

“great.” stuart turned around and the smile dropped.

fuck.

he really wanted you to say no.

he could’ve just not brought it up and acted like you weren’t invited, but that would be a horrible thing to do.

he wished he did that.

that was how you ended up at a google work party the next night with stuart, hiding in the corner of the room.

“why can’t i meet your friends?” you asked and stuart frowned.

“because you can’t.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink and adjusting the beanie on his head.

if it weren’t casual dress you probably would’ve had to rip the hat from his head to make sure he wouldn’t be wearing it.

“from what you’ve told me they don’t seem bad.” you shrugged and stuart stared at you.

“trust me. they are the worst.”

“are you talking about us, stewie?” nick asked as he approached the two of you, and stuart rolled his eyes and groaned. nick held out his hand to you. “i’m nick.”

“no.” stuart grabbed your hand. “let’s go.”

“oh, come on, stu.” you gave him a look. you shook nick’s hand. “my name’s y/n.”

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n.” nick greeted before looking at stuart. “she’s so much nicer than you. where have you been hiding her?”

stuart glared and you chuckled.

“no seriously, how the hell did you get such a nice girlfriend when you’re a massive jerk?” nick asked jokingly. “i’m kidding.”

awkward silence.

“i’ll be back in a second.” stuart mumbled to you. “stay here.”

“where are you going?” you asked stuart while nick wandered off to get another drink.

“just the bathroom.” he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll be right back.”

“alright then. go.” you pushed him lightly and he kissed you once more before he walked away.

“so, you’re stuart’s girlfriend?”

you turned your head at the voice and were met with a girl around your age.

so when stuart left the bathroom, he found you happily talking with neha patel.

when he appeared at your side again, stuart took your hand in his and you smiled.

“hey.” you looked away from him and went back to your conversation with neha.

stuart stared at the two of you. he didn’t like you talking to neha. he had tried so hard to keep you separate from his work friends.

he knew what they were like. he didn’t want them to be all in your business, or to annoy you too much.

he didn’t want them to scare you off. after all, you had only been dating for three months.

“—alright, thank you, neha.” stuart quickly cut off whatever conversation you were having and tugged on your hand. “we’re gonna go now.”

“what?” you asked, confused. “why?”

he shook his head, gave neha an extremely forced smile and practically pulled you across the room.

“stuart, what the hell is going on with you?” you asked as the two of you left the room and went out into the hallway.

“nothing.”

“bullshit.”

“who have you talked to tonight?”

“why?”

“who?”

“like, five people. nick, billy, neha, lyle and yo-yo.” you counted on your fingers as you listed them. “and billy introduced me to some guy he called chetty, so six.”

“oh, god.” stuart groaned and rubbed his eyes, his hands slipping under his glasses.

“why, stuart? what’s the big deal?” you asked. “why are you being so weird?”

“because they’re so…” stuart sighed. “they act like they need to know everything about everyone and are always trying to know everything about every aspect of my life.”

stuart let go of your hand and instead sat his hands on your waist.

“you’re the one thing i want to keep separate from them. i don’t want them to end up ruining this.” stuart spoke quietly. you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “i love you, y/n.”

that was something new.

you smiled and leaned forward, connecting your lips before pulling away just a second later.

“i love you too, stuart.” you laughed softly against his lips, making him smile, before you leaned into another kiss.

you reached up and pulled the beanie off of his head, running your fingers through his hair after.

“you’ve got to agree that they’re annoying, right?” stuart asked almost immediately after pulling away.

“oh, definitely. i think billy asked me about eight times if we were going to get married.”

stuart laughed a little. “seriously?”

“yeah. they asked so many questions about us.”

the two of you were silent for a moment.

“do you want to go back inside?” he gestured to the doors beside you.

“no.” you answered, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “i just want to stay with you.”

“back to my place?” he asked and you nodded.

“of course.”

the two of you headed towards the building’s front doors.

“do you want take-out?”

“it’s, like, midnight.”

“yeah, but do you?”

“yeah.”

stuart chuckled and opened the door for you. “i love you.”

“so you’ve said.” you teased, kissing his cheek. “i love you, too.”

you both walked to the car in silence. hand-in-hand.

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a/n: i feel like this is too short or smth, but yay lavender haze

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I can be your New Home Part 3 (Jessie Fleming x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️blood⚠️

a/n: Long ass fic part one and two can be found on my masterlist.

prompt: in which jessie and the reader tell their club team and national teams they’re dating after a while but things don’t exactly go as planned

For the first month, you and Jessie kept your relationship on the dow low. The team loved Jessie and felt as though they had known her forever but she was still a new player who was still finding her footing with the squad. You had always assumed that you would be the one to ask Jessie if you could tell people. Hiding your love for Jessie was hard. You loved your team and had known them for years. You wanted them to know. You wanted your dutch teammates to know as well. And that’s exactly what happened.

Jessie brought up the subject to you right before international break as you drove home to your apartment. She was basically living there at this point.

"Y/n," she said, turning her head to look at you. "Mhm," you said, concentrating hard on the road as it was raining so hard it was hard to see in front of you. "I can see how hard it is for you not to tell people about us. And honestly it’s hard for me too. Janine keeps trying to set me up with people and all I want to do is tell her that I’m with you," Jessie said, fiddling with her fingers. "Where are you going with this?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. "We should tell people. I want people to know about us. Maybe just our teammates first though," the Canadian suggested. "Yes. Yes yes yes. Viv won’t stop trying to set me up with Williamson," you laughed, making Jessie smile. "If you’re turning down the english captain you must either be insane or in love with me," Jessie said.

It just slipped out.

Her heart dropped and she froze in her seat. It definitely took you by surprise, but her words weren’t wrong. "Why would I want the english captain when I have the future canadian captain? And yeah, Jess. I love you. And maybe I’m also a little insane," you told her.

The day after, Jessie left for spain for international break while you went to norway. It was your first time being apart but you had agreed to tell your national teammates about your relationship during the break, and then tell the Chelsea girls after. Canada was set to play Spain and then Germany, and Netherlands were set to face Norway followed by Portugal.

You took the plane to Norway with Vivianne, excited to see your national teammates again. You loved Chelsea, and it did feel like home, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of being with the dutch girls. You had your headphones in, and so did Viv. Sat side by side, you thought of the best way to tell your team. You soon realized that your perfect test run was right beside you. You could tell Viv about Jessie, hitting three birds with one stone. Tell her about your girlfriend, clear up why you weren’t interested in Leah, and practice how you would tell the bigger group.

You tapped Viv’s shoulder gently, pulling her out of the trance her music had created. "What’s up?" she said, taking her headphones off. "Um… I feel like I owe you- or maybe not owe but i want you to know why I won’t go out with Leah," you said, making her frown. "Okay. Go ahead," she said. "I’m seeing someone. For a month now. And before that it’s because I was interested in her," you started saying before being cut off. "What! Who is it?!" she basically yelled, slapping her hand down onto your thigh in excitement, making you yelp. "Ow!" Viv ignored you. "Wait. Let me guess. Is it Cuthbert? Or… Kerr? Wait is it Guro Reiten? No you cannot let your play be affected by the fact that you’re dating Guro-" Viv spiralled. "What? No! I’m not dating Guro. Im dating Jessie Fleming," you said.

Viv stared at you for a second. "The shy little freckled girl who doesn’t talk and has gotten like… one yellow card in her whole life?" Viv said. "Hey! You know who she is! And she does talk. And it’s a good thing she doesn’t get booked a lot," you said, pouting at you friends words. "Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean for it to seem like I was judging you. She’s really cute, and she’s really good. I just didn’t think she was your type," Viv said. "Well she is. And I really really like her," you told the older woman. "Well if you love her, then so do I. As long as she treats you good," the woman said. "She does," you answered with a small smile. "A Canadian. Huh," she teased.

You laughed and hit her playfully, laughing at her comment.

You arrived in Oslo two hours later, and you were at the training ground two more hours after that. You jumped into Dan’s arms, having missed her as she played for Lyon and you didn’t see her often. You hugged Jill hard, having missed your best friend more than you could put into words. You had told Viv in the car about your plan to tell the girls about you and Jessie, deciding to tell them during team bonding that night.

You ate supper with the girls, settled into the room you were sharing with Jill, and then headed to the common room for team bonding after having called Jessie.

The girls all talked, you caught up with them, had a drink (sparkling cider, you had training tomorrow after all) and then played games. You did a few rounds of twister, which you quickly realized you were horrible at, and then you decided to play never have I ever.

And why not have fun with it?

"Never have I ever scored a bicycle kick," Dan said, only you and Jackie put your fingers down. "Never have I ever… hooked up with a teammate…" Lieke said. People let out 'ooo’s'. "Wait do you mean hook up like no strings attacked or hook up like hooked up and are now dating?" you asked Lieke. "What does it matter to you? You’re single. But for the sake of the game… hooked up with no strings attached," she answered.

You smiled cheekily, knowing her words were wrong and then put a finger down. "Who?!" Jill yelled, pushing you. "Not saying. We made a deal," you shrugged. "But i’m your best friend!" Jill yelled. "Precisely," you teased. "Okay. My turn. Never have I ever secretly dated your teammate named Jessie Fleming for a month and told your national teammates about it during a game of never have I ever," you said.

You dramatically put a finger down and grinned at the girls.

"MAAK JE EEN GRAPJE??" Jill yelled pushing you to the floor and climbing on top of you, hitting you in the stomach and making you yell and laugh at the same time. "You’re joking! Fleming? The shy small little Canadian?" Dan asked as Jill kept her attack going on you. "Yes! Get off of me, Jill!" you squealed. "No!" she yelled. "Jill! Off," Dan’s voice said strictly. Jill eyed you and you smiled at her, knowing she wouldn’t say no to Dan.

The girl reluctantly climbed off you and sat down with her arms crossed. "How?" Sherida asked you. "I’m happy for you but she doesn’t seem like your type," the captain added. "I don’t even know really. She came here and she was really homesick and we just clicked instantly and then soon enough… I don’t know she has me in a chokehold that you wouldn’t expect from her," you said.

Everyone smiled and nodded, scattered words of happiness for you here and there. "Who knew little Jessie Fleming could get you all flustered," Lynn said, making you blush harder.

Barcelona, with the CANWNT

Saying that Jessie was shy was an understatement. She came out of her shell the most with the Canada girls, and was only now starting to actually start conversations with the Chelsea girls. But for some reason, she just couldn’t get herself to manage to stand up in front of her team and talk about her love life. It just felt unnatural. If she could, she would have sent a message to their group chat and left it there. But she knew that wasn’t the way to do it.

You called Jessie the night you told the team, and asked her if she had told the girls. She felt guilty when she said no, but you made it clear that she could take her time, and she appreciated and loved you for it. But suddenly training had started and it was intense, and no time felt like the right time. And then out of nowhere, it was the fourth day of the training camp and the sessions were done for the day. The entirety of the Canadian team was sitting in the common room, getting ready to watch the Netherlands take on Norway.

Jessie sat with Janine and Sincy on each of her sides, watching the TV intensely. "Okay girls. Just a friendly but who we rooting for?" Alysha Chapman asked the group. "Netherlands," Jessie said right away, pretty absentmindedly. "Okay then. But don’t like… three of your teammates play for Norway. Only one plays for the dutch," Janine said. "Yeah but Y/n is my girl- close friend. She’s my close friend," Jessie said, cursing herself for almost giving the secret, that shouldn’t be a secret anymore, away.

"Okay then, Netherlands it is. Everyone agree?" Sophie asked the group. "Let’s go oranges," Julia cheered, making Jessie give her a 'really?' look. "What? What’s their cheer?" She laughed. "It’s in dutch. Kickoff is starting. Watch," Jessie said sternly.

The game was strong off the bat. Players were engaging in hard tackles and making risky plays. But at the 30th minute, it was still 0-0.

"That’s bullshit what the hell!" Jessie yelled, lifting her arms up in frustration at the TV. "That was not a yellow," she groaned as she watched you walk back to your position, shaking your head at the supposed yellow card. "Agreed. That was all ball. The ref has it out for her she’s gotta be careful," Christine said, leaning backwards into the couch and shaking her head in annoyance.

And then, it finally happened. A goal, yes, but also the moment that made Jessie tell her team.

As a corner came in, you made a run towards the near post. You jumped into the air, Guro trying to defend you. You got your head on the ball and flicked it back. But the Norwegian keeper’s reaction was late. As your head hit the ball, her gloves hit your face a solid two seconds later.

Your head went flying to the side, the contact of the gloved fists into your nose making you yell. Your body fell onto the grass with a thump.

All you could do was bury your head into the grass, but it hurt to do so. There was blood everywhere and you turned over, sitting up and lifting your hands in the air. Blood was pouring down your face, smudged on your cheeks and dripping from your chin into your jersey.

"Oh my god," Jessie breathed, her heart racing at the sight of you on the TV. You barely flinched, standing up and trying to get to the referee who was acting as though nothing had happened. Jessie watched you yell at the man, and watched as Vivianne and Dan held you back, Jill trying to examine your face and telling you to stop before you hurt yourself more.

"What is the ref doing is he crazy? Her nose is broke oh my god!" Jessie muttered, tears pooling in her eyes. She knew you would be okay but the fact that the referee was purposely out for you made her angry. And the pressure of telling her team something so so personal was getting to her too.

"Hey, hey. She’ll be okay, Jess," Janine said, turning her attention it Jessie as the whole team and the freckled midfielder stared at you slowly bowl your head and rest your hands on your thighs, medics at your side. "Jess… are you crying? What’s going on?" Vanessa asked, standing up and putting her hand on Jessie’s shoulder. "The ref is being an asshole, i’m stressed out and my girlfriend is hurt! I’m aloud to cry!" Jessie said, her words spilling out of her mouth as though they tasted bad.

Everyone froze, the sound of the commentator saying "…and that definitely looks broken, that’s the most blood i’ve ever seen in a game of football…" echoing in the back. "Jessie…" Jordyn said, a small smile on her face eve though Jessie was crying. "You’re dating y/n?" She said. "Yeah," Jessie sniffled.

"Jeff that’s great! And she’ll be okay. That girl gets pushed and punched and tackled every game. She’s a fighter," Steph said, rubbing her hand on their baby Canada’s back. "I know. Shit I didn’t want to tell you guys this way," Jessie said. "It doesn’t matter. Do your Chelsea teammates know?" Kailen asked. "No. Oh look she’s going off," Jessie said.

Back in Norway

You cursed loudly at the referee, but she didn’t give you a yellow, knowing you would be sent off the field anyways due to your broke nose. Your team yelled at the referee, trying to get them to understand that the Norwegian keeper needed a yellow. Even Guro had to call out her keeper.

You walked off the field, holding a towel to your nose, your head throbbing with pain.

It was clear quickly that your nose was broken. But the Netherlands won 3-0 over Norway, so you were happy enough.

So, after getting fitted for a nose brace, you got told to go back to England and rest up. Theoretically, you could play, but your coach wanted to take no chances.

You had told Jessie over the phone that you were okay, and that you were going back to London. You had wanted to go to Spain to watch Jessie, but with the Champions league quarter finals coming up, Emma said absolutely not. And that it was better for you not to gain any jet lag. So, filled with announce, you went home.

You watched Jessie play over the TV, gaining a 3-1 win against Spain and an annoying 2-1 loss over Germany.

She came back home, as in your apartment, two days after the Germany game.

You drove to the airport, even though it was 11:00 pm, and walked inside the luggage pick up area to wait for her. Once you saw her, your face broke into a smile. She ran towards you and jumped into your arms, careful not to hit your face as you were still wearing a nose plaster. She hugged you tightly, whispering words of how much she missed you into your ear. "How am I supposed to go over a week every few months without you?" you said to her as she looked into your eyes. She leaned in and kissed you sweetly. "I don’t know. But I don’t want to think about being away from you for a long long time," she answered as you put her down.

You got her luggage and then walked towards the car. "Tomorrow, we tell the Chelsea girls?" you asked. "Tomorrow," she said.

You arrived to training the next day, greeted by apologies from Maren and Guro on behalf of the Norwegian keeper, and cries of 'dude there was so much blood' from LJ and Sam. But before you went onto the field, you stood up, having decided you would tell the girls. "Listen. I want to say something quickly but let’s not make a big deal out of it. Me and Jess are dating. Jess as in Jessie. Fleming. Her. Shit," you said, awkwardly pointing towards Jessie. "Doing great," she said, giving you a thumbs up.

You rolled your eyes at her before noticing your teams reactions were all different. Some had their eyes wide open, others were smiling and Magda and P looked like they were trying not to cry. "Are you two weirdos about to cry?" you asked the blondes. "Yeah! Kinda! Our children are dating," she smiled. "Magda that sounds really weird…" you laughed.

She took a while to notice.

"Oh! No! No not like that! I just mean I see you both as mnt kids. Like. Urgh! Im happy for you guys. That’s it," Magda said, standing up and hugging you and then placing a kiss on Jessie’s head. "Okay. Training," you said, clapping your hands together.

"Her children are dating," Sam scoffed, shaking her head. "Where do you get this shit, Mags?" the aussie teased.

[culturalsillystine]

old fic

An unstable life

 Y/N's  P.O.V

I watched my mom stumble through the house. I was used to seeing her like this, drunken and angry "Y/NNNNNN" She slurred out. I walked to the sound. "You." I felt a familiar pain on my head and began picking up the pieces of broken wine bottle. I did nothing to deserve this.

       (Flashback)

I was skipping through my house, happy after a good day at school. My dad was falling through the house. I hid from him as he approached me. "Stop hiding. I know you're there." I came out from under the bed. He asked me calmly "want to come play a game?"

       (end of flashback)

I was abused by my mom now. I was raped by my dad and my mom accused me of "stealing him away" as they are now divorced. I was used to it. I knew every crevice of this house and all the places to hide. I knew all exits. Before the woman I am forced to call my mother comes home everyday, I would sneak out into the woods, to a little hideout where I could listen to music and think. I was heading to the hideout, all geared up with my headphones and my phone. I put on "You're gonna go far kid" by Offspring

Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet Now dance, fucker, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you And now you steal away Take him out today Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me There's something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want Well it's all because of meNow dance, fucker, dance Man, I never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you And now you'll lead the way Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid, trust, deceived!With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Now dance, fucker, dance He never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you So dance, fucker, dance I never had a chance It was really only you With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Clever alibis, Lord of the flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

I danced through the forest and heard a noise behind me. I quickly pulled out a pocket knife and (even though I was freaking out on the inside) calmly explained into the forest "I know you're here. If you wish to start a fight, politely fuck off."

??? P.O.V

I couldn't believe what I heard. This was the first time a victim told me to 'fuck off'. I decided to head back and report to the boss. 

Y/N P.O.V 

I sat there for about 5 minutes after the noise. I checked my watch and ran home to face the whore that birthed me. She wasn't home when I got home. 'That means she is going to come home with a "friend"' I scowled and made myself some ramen. (ramen is amazing fite me).  As expected, my mom came home and told me to stay in my room. It got late and I decided to get on Wattpad. I was scrolling through my meme books and X readers when I stopped on a "how to summon creepypastas" book. I was into testing these things. I jumped out my window with expertise and walked into the woods to summon the famous Slenderman. I drew the proxy sign and waited. I got bored and walked to my little spot. It was now around 11 PM, and I had to get home, I had school tomorrow.                                                                                                                                       

                                (Time skip to tomorrow brought to you by Slendad)

I woke up and saw my mom left for work. I covered up the bruises I had and put on my uniform.

(Your outfit)

I hurried off to school and saw the group of girls that everyone avoids. They called to me "Heyyyy bitch." I walked away from them. The leader, Karen was visibly getting annoyed. "I SAID HI BITCH" I replied with a simple " I know". Look, I'm a nice person, but I will not hesitate to tell you to shut up. I practically ran to my friend group, that consists of social outcasts like me. Here they are as well as the reason they are outcasts. 

Avery:

Reason for being in the friend group: She's a lesbian, and gets called crazy for how much she knows about people (I call her info chan and she calls me Ayano)

Emma:

Reason for being in the friend group: She's a Bi,(Like me)smart, anti-social bean.

Julia:

Reason for being in the friend group: Her naturally red hair, being pan.

Oliver:

Reason for being in the friend group: Not as athletic as the other boys, Karen's ex. 

Kyle:

Reason for being in the friend group: His mismatched eyes and the fact he's gay.

Carter (or melissa):

Reason for being in the friend group: He gets teased for being a trap. Kyle's boyfriend.

We started talking about cute anime boys and girls, and I dramatically exclaim "How could you steal my waifu Emma?!" Emma giggled, "Because you already have like 56!" "THERE IS NO LIMIT TO HOW MANY WAIFUS  U CAN HAVE!" While we talked, I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched........ "HEY! EARTH TO Y/N!" Avery yells. I snap out of thought and reply "What!?" "It's time for ELA" "I- Oh"  "We on for that sleepover Y/N?" Julia asks "Yep. My mom will do anything to get me out of her hair for a night." "IT'S GONNA BE SO FUN!" "Yeah, and I'm gonna bring my phone so we can read fanfic all night." I giggled. Kyle spoke up "Are you sure that your mom won't mind having us all over?" "Of course!" We all headed to ELA.

        (Time skip to after school brought to you by Laughing Jackass)

I quickly packed up my stuff, change of clothes, Phone, speakers, headphones, and my sketchbook. I rode my bike to Emma's house, where she was waiting in the driveway with the others. It was currently      9 PM, so we had to settle in. Me and the boys didn't bother to change into pajamas, we were fine going to sleep in our day clothes. 

Avery's clothes:

Emma's clothes:

Julia's clothes:

I decided to get out my phone so we can vibe to some music, instead they had a better idea. "We should summon Slenderman in the woods behind my house" mused Emma. I agreed, despite knowing they will be disappointed. 'what am I going to do with these people?'

A/N First (very long) chapter. I know we have barely met the creepypastas, but the first chapters are about Y/N.  See U next time my little Waffles!!!

A strange sleepover

Still Y/N's P.O.V

I got out everything we needed. Slenderman wasn't going to come, I knew it. I had already tried, But I wanted to have fun with my friends. They got sad when he didn't come. I tried to act sad, and it was working. I suggested we go home to vibe to some music. I pulled out my phone and put on Rich Kids by New Medicine (Great song, I recommend it) and started singing.

Y/N:

La la la (rich kids) La la la Yo, turn that shit up

Avery:  

I coulda went to college like rich kids do Buying weed with the money that your mom sent you But I don't give a damn about no higher degree Cause you know in rock and roll, I got a PhD, bitch We got all that we need, packed it up in the van Put the pedal to the floor, gave the finger to the man

All: 

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey

Y/N:

(La la la la la)

(Yeah, that's right, I'm always sunny honey Here we go, second verse)

Oliver:

I'm broke as a junky but I have a good time All the ladies think I'm cute cause they like the way I rhyme And the high school kids steal my mp3s Ain't no other mother (fucker) rock this mic like me, yeah

All:

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want

Y/N: 

Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey ( I got nothing man, got zero, zilch, nothing)

Emma:

We got all that we need We got all that we need We got all that we need, packed it up in the van Put the pedal to the floor, gave the finger to the man

All:

I'm not a rich kid, maybe that's a good thing Ain't got shit, but I got this far Keepin it real and rhymin and stealin Doing what I want

Kyle:

Oh, got no money but it's always, always sunny honey

Carter:

(I'm always sunny honey

Ha ha ha (Rich kids)

I'm always sunny honey (rich kids)

(the bold print was being weird so I had to hand type it all, sorry if there are any lyric mistakes)

We heard something outside and I went to go check the window. I saw a faceless figure, Slenderman himself. "Ummmm....AVERY! EMMA! EVERYONE!" By the time they got to the window, he was gone. "There's nothing out there, you just need some sleep." I hesitantly settled into my sleeping bag. 'I know I saw something....'  I couldn't sleep that night, so I waited until 1 AM and carefully slipped into my change of clothes and my hoodie/crop top 

(If you want you can pretend there are short shorts under the skirt)

I walked outside with a flashlight and plunged deep into the woods. I felt followed. I "accidently" dropped my flashlight and bent down to pick it up. Just for a second I caught a glimpse of two masked men, while only a glimpse, it was all I needed for a sign to run. I heard them tearing after me, but all those years running from my mom and dad weren't for nothing.  After finding myself at Emma's house again, I ran inside and locked the door.

??? P.O.V

"So that's the one BEN was talking about? She seems more like a scared type." "Still, Slender said to grab her." Brian was trying to find weak points in her guard while I was contemplating what would happen if we went back empty-handed. We planned to steal her after luring her out, but she's proved harder to catch. " Don't you wonder why Slender wanted us to kidnap her?" "I believe he said something about 'potential' and such."  We had to come home with the girl. 

Y/N's P.O.V 

'Holy shit, that was close' I realized I would be biking home alone, as my mom doesn't care enough to get me a car. 'This will be.....difficult' 

(Second chap and an AMAZING user that has been giving me sooo much support @person who no longer exists

back to the hell hole we go!

(A/N I decided to stop posting side chapters and get back into the story)

I dismissed the men in the woods as lack of sleep, though I did so mostly to help calm my anxiety on the way home. I rode home and began vibing to my music. I put on the song Deepest Cut by Get Scared.

Music always calms me, but since I was on edge about last night, I turned the volume to one of the lowest settings. I kept hearing strange little ticks and rode faster. I soon found myself at my house, and prepared to face my bitchy mom. "Y/N. Here. Now." The hag growled out. I obediently walked toward the sound. I turned the corner of the hall and felt a great pain on my head. I took a deep breath and dug my nails into my skin. My eyes began to water. My mother clicked her tongue "Tch, pathetic. Clean up the house, its filthy." She kicked me in the stomach and walked off. I finished cleaning and walked off into the woods. I spotted my hideout and headed toward it. The woods didn't feel right any more. I continued to hear tics and I decided I had enough. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I yelled to no one in particular. The tics paused for a moment, they were soon replaced with static. I knew who this was. I waited for Slenderman, and right on cue, there he was. I confidently gripped my pocket knife, ready to fight back. A tendril was headed right for me, I dodged and used the time I had to run into the foliage and attack from behind, I guess he sensed me. Slenderman sent another tendril at me, I stepped to the side and grabbed hold of the tendril, which propelled me over him and allowed me to cut his cheek. For a second he stood there, stunned. That stillness was short-lived as he ripped after me. I ran inside my home to see it trashed, and a very angry mother. "I. Said. SPOTLESS!" She said, venom lacing her words. "I-I-It was spotless when I left it!" I knew trying to defend myself would bring nothing, but I had to try. "I don't care if it looked like a temple when you left. I expect it to be clean whenI get home." She spoke with the self-righteousness she always said I lacked."No wonder your dad used you. You aren't good for anything else." That made my blood run cold. No one should mention him. He was a horrible man that used my foolishness as a child to his filthy needs. I giggled "What the hell was that?" My laugh got heavier. "S-Stop it! Your mother demands it!" "You sure demand a lot, don't you?" I walked toward her. "S-Stay back!" "No. How about you listen to ME for once? I have put up with your abuse, your slutty ways, (This is for emphasis on the story, I don't slut shame UwU) your drinking habit, the YEARS of blame for something I didn't want, but this? Mentioning the one person I truly hate? I will not take."I grabbed my pocket knife, I wanted to make her suffer. I cut her cheek, then grabbed her wine bottle and slammed on her head. She was tearing up. I mocked her from earlier, "Tch, pathetic." I used a sharp shard to cut her arm, and kicked her in the stomach, I then pulled out my knife and thought about it. 'If I kill her, there's no turning back. But she caused me so much pain!' I had made my decision. I slit her throat. After making sure she was dead, I packed up everything, clothes, phone, headphones, $50,000 cash. I called Avery "wassup?" "look, I will be going away for a while. Tell the others and NO ONE else. If the police come for me, tell them you know nothing. I can assure you one thing, I will be fine. Repeat these details to the group. You have my number if you need to talk. Goodbye." "WAIT! Y/N-" I hung up. I had to go into the forest.

INTO THE FOREST WE GO!

I entered the forest, the only sound being the leaves rustling as I try to calm my anxiety attack. I was walking for about 30 minutes when I hear a rustling behind me, I pull out my knife 'Dammit, I never had the time to clean that knife!' I saw the gleam of some unknown weapon, and took off like a shot. I ran out of the forest and kept on the street. I saw a coffee shop and headed inside. A man came in after me, I was a LITTLE nosy and eavesdropped. "(beverage), please." "Is that all?" "Yes." I walked up to the counter to pay, and was getting out my money as the man offered to pay for my coffee. I thanked him and walked to a table, he sat down next to me. "Why are you sitting here?" "Well, I did buy that for you." "Whatever, I'm too tired for this." I say taking a sip off my drink. "Say, what is a girl doing out here alone? Can you find home?" "Don't have a home." "Strange answer, but okay." Me and the man (Who I came to learn is named Tim) talked for a while. It was soon sunrise and I exited the shop and exchanged numbers with Tim. It was already daytime, there was no use in getting a room somewhere.  I was bored and put on Little Game by benny. (I'm sorry I couldn't find a video I will link my soundcloud at the end of the chapter!) 

I finished the song and walked to a nearby park. I took out my phone and started recording the park. I heard a voice "What are you doing why? Why is your camera out?" I turned around and saw a man in a yellow hoodie(Yall' know what I'm doing) I answered as bluntly as I can "I make documentaries about benches." "Weird." "Well, let me see what you do for a living!" he looked taken aback. "I'd rather not." "That's what I thought" I started to look through my phone and knew he was watching me. "What the hell do you want?" "To get to know you better." "Fine." We started hanging out, and by "hanging out" I mean I scrolled through my wattpad while he watched over my shoulder and I didn't kill him for looking at my phone. I came across a "Summoning Creepypastas" book I was reading earlier. "What's a creepypasta?" "Y'know? Crazy urban legends like Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, BEN drowned, Masky, Ticci Toby, Hoodie. Ring a bell?" I swear I saw him tense up when I mentioned Hoodie..... "Can I see a picture of them?" "ummm sure I'll show you them all, except for smile.dog, Jeff the killer, or Momo, they all scare me." (In this fanfic, SOME creepypastas have to scare you. Momo will be included in this line up as a creepypasta, but there will be no ending for her as she caused a lot of suicides, but I don't see her in fanfics and I wanna see how she fares.) He gave me the strangest look. I gave him my number and left, I was getting uncomfortable. I walked back into the woods, I didn't care if I was being followed. I saw my little spot, and sprinted toward it. I grabbed my journal and made another entry. 'I am afraid I have finally snapped, as my mother is dead by my own hands. I will leave this book in the woods, I plan to be dead or far away by the time this journal is found. I am going to my home to burn the evidence. For the last time, ~Y/N'

As I walked through the familiar woods, I heard the ticking again, I simply walked faster. I grabbed lighter fluid from the garage  and a box of matches from my room. I trailed the lighter fluid outside and threw in a match. I was leaving this awful place.

FINALLY MEETING THEM

Y/N's P.O.V

It was time for me to leave the house, it was getting dark and the blaze would be more noticable. I grabbed all things of value and ran into the forest. I put the hood of my jacket on as I was walking to my little spot. 'If Slenderman is real......are the other creepypastas real as well? I thought "Tim" and "Brian" were coincidental names, what if they were Hoodie and Masky? Its weird, knowing the ones that are so popular on the internet in fact exist......' I trekked through the forest hearing the ticks, well knowing who it was. "Yes?" No reply. "Look, I know you're there, just come out and tell me what you want." I had to play along, pretend I knew nothing.

Toby's P.O.V

The (skin color) girl was calmly explaining for me to come out, I couldn't. Boss told me not to. I calmly snuck up behind her and was ready to strike.

Y/N's P.O.V

I knew he would try to get me from behind, I grabbed his arm and flung onto his back. I heard him mutter something and I just walked off. A couple minutes later, I passed out. When I woke up I saw an assortment of internet characters. 

A/N YOOOOOOOO!!!!! I finally let u meet the love interests! I will now be doing a meme at the end of each chapter

???: Hey Y/N, what does this cloth smell like?

Y/N: chloro- 

Y/N: *heavy snoring*

Slender Mansion

Key: 

(S/C )= skin color         (F/C) = fav color       (Y/N) = Your name   (L/N) = last name      (Y/W/A) = your Wattpad account      (N/O/F) = number of followers

(Guys Momo freaks me out and to get memes for this book I had to see her like 50 times, I hope you love these memes to hell, and give me an F in the comments for Author~chan P.S the time skip has something to do with this fact) (In this chap we are just with the boys)

Y/N's P.O.V

I woke up to a room filled with the online sensations that are the Creepypastas. " WHAT THE FUCK?!" I heard a loud voice I could place as Slender's. 'There is no need to afraid child. I assure you, they will not harm you.' After those words, I calmed down A LOT.  I slowly stood up and took a deep breath. "Soooooooo......Why am I here again?" 'I sense potential in you, this was further proved when you managed to strike me in the woods.'  "Ok then. I basically have a background like a Wattpad story for Creepypasta, so why not?" (OH NOES THE FOURTH WALL  P.S tag a fourth wall user here UwU) 

Third person P.O.V

The (S/C) girl stood up and skeptically poked Hoodie's cheek. "OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ARE ALL REAL! or at least Hoodie is..."  *Sigh* 'Yes child, we are very real.' The female walked over to each creepypasta and poked them, except for Jeff who she opted to be with slender when he came near her. 'I legit don't get why this dipshit has so many fangirls and fanboys on the internet, I personally think Toby is the superior boi.' (I love toby fite me)  

Y/N's P.O.V

I hissed at Jeff, to assert dominance. I basically said "fuck it" and scrolled through creepypasta memes. Slowly they began to come over and look at my screen. (wow nosey AF, give the reader some space) Soon Jeffery broke the silence "What the hell is a 'fangirl'?!" "If only you knew. If. Only. You. Knew. Just advice, don't look up your names on Wattpad." I walked over to Slender. "Where's sally?" 'Sally will be down shortly for introductions, I believe you should take your belongings to your new room.'"Slender? I already know all of you, I don't see the purpose in  introductions." 'Yes, you know us, but we don't know you.' I nervously walked up to my room. 'God, I must seem so bipolar.' I walked into my (F/C) room and sat down on the bed. 

(Le time skip brought to you by my pain) 

I walked downstairs to find everyone at the dining room table, waiting for me. 'Okay then....' I sat down awkwardly next to Toby. "Welp, hiya. My name is (Y/N) (L/N), but you can call me (Y/N) or just "queen" I said smugly. "My Wattpad is (Y/W/A) and I have (N/O/F) followers. Oh! I also do bench documentaries." I laughed at my little inside joke.  

Hoodies P.O.V

I saw her silently giggle at the joke she made, I had to keep a straight face, if I didn't she would know who I am.

Third person P.O.V 

The (H/C) haired girl asked out of the blue "Wanna play a game? If I can name all of you, I win." Jeff and BEN smiled "Game on." (Y/N) began to prattle out names 

"Ok, There's Hoodie, Masky, Ticci Toby, Jeff the killer, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Slenderman, BEN Drowned, Jason the toymaker, The Puppeteer, Trenderman, Splendorman, Offenderman, Jane the killer, Nina the killer, Clockwork, Sally, Lazari, Lulu, Liu, Candy pop, Nurse ann, Judge Angel, Smile.dog, Smile.Jeff, Laughing Jill, Zero, The Scarecrow girl, and Momo, But those are just the REALLY popular creepypastas." The boys surrounding her were speechless. "How do you know all that?" 

What should (Y/N) answer? the options are.....

A: I'm just smart.

B: The internet.

C: I am not real! This is all a dream! 

D: I would tell you, but I think I already did my fourth wall break for this chapter, right Author~chan? 

Comment what (Y/N) should say!

A main character on crack

(Lovely shirt today, I might buy one)

Key: (E/C) = eye color      (H/C)= hair color

Third person P.O.V 

The boys around the (E/C) eyed female just gawked. "Simple, I knew because I know all." The boys just sorta sat there like 😐 Y/N was acting like a queen should. She had a look on her face like  ('・ω・'). "OOOOOKAY then.... BYE BITCHES!" The (H/C) then yeeted to her room. "NYOOOM!"  "I-Is she high or something?" "YES!" "HOW THE HELL DID YOU HEAR US FROM UPSTAIRS?" "I TOLD YOU! I KNOW ALL!"  

(This a filler chapter, I have writer's block..... HAVE A GREAT WINTER BREAK! BYEEEEEEE!)

IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING IM CRYING

[tsunderelover07]

Ren Kaji

Rating: SFW, some mentions of violence. Major fluffs.

Note: Happy Birthday 10/27 to Kaji!!! Woot woot!!!

Another huge thank you to @para-dots for proofreading!!!💕💕

Kaji didn't ever think he'd fall in love, least of all be loved in return. Not when the sparks could flood his vision, and turn him into a beast. Who could ever love such a beast?

It all started when he saw some guys creeping on a girl. He knocked em out and sent them running. She had grabbed his jacket and yanked him closer until their faces were close, but he growled considering the intense look she was giving him.

"The hell-" he was pissed.

"Yup, getting this close is my making my heart race." Kajis anger deflated in an instant as he tried to process what this girl was saying when she let go of his jacket and dropped a quick peck on his cheek. "Lets go on a date."

"WHAT!" Kaji yelled as if he had his headphones on. He didn't understand and his brain was too busy shortly circuiting to process any of this new information. He stepped back as she stepped closer, but his back met the cold metal of the light pole. For the first time in his life Kaji was absolutely terrified. Was she insane?

"Whats your phone number?"

"WHY!" She didn't even flinch as he yelled in her face, his own face burnt red like he fell asleep beneath the summer sun.

"So we can go on a date. I gotta make you fall in love with me."

Kaji bolted, running as fast as his legs would carry him. She was insane. She had to be. What other reason could she spout stuff like that? Not to mention she was about as subtle as a shotgun.

Kaji avoided her like the plague, assuming if he gave it some time, she'd just lose interest. Only that didn't work in the slightest. He began receive all sorts of gifts. Peaches, lollipops, a hoodie, bento, cookies...all with love letters. The same love letters his friends teased him for and soon all of Furin was talking about it. Not to mention, her phone number was inside the bento saying he could text her if he wanted to return them.

He told to stop sending him stuff and to leave him alone. And she did. Only, the lack of her affection began to wear on him. Why was it he felt empty instead of relieved?

He was distracted by his thoughts, headphones blasted, alone on patrol when he was ambushed. The ambush, however, didn't surprise him. What did surprise him was the fact she came in, and smashed her skateboard over a guys head. She was a fighter, and strong, and he saw her in a different light. The guys were knocked out when she looked him over head to toe asking him if he was alright when she pulled him into a hug, grateful he was alright.

"Why." He whispered, not shaking off her affection though it made him blush.

"Why what?"

"Why...are you..."

"Madly in love with you?" He flinched, beet red, but gave a soft nod. "Because you're you. Simple as that. I like everything about you."

He shoved her off at that. "No you dont."

"Yes I do."

"NO! You haven't seen me when I-"

"Turn into a beast and try to rip people to shreds? Yup."

He was in shock, unable to speak, when realization dawned on her face.

"You don't recognize me?" She pointed at herself and he shook his head. "Ah geez. Well that makes more sense now..."

She explained how they went to elementary school together. How they were in different classes. How she saw him turn into a beast, but what he didn't know, is despite being in that state, where she poetically says he lost his marbles, he saved her from some bullies. He didn't even try to hurt her. Even when she hugged him to calm him down. He would've calmed down completely if the teachers didn't force them apart. Then she moved and when she saw him again, that little crush blossomed again.

"I could hurt you-"

"I dont get what the big deal is." She said earnestly. "So you've got some monsters hiding in your closet. Doesn't every-"

"Stop it!" He was trying, everything and anything to keep her away. He knew if he took one step closer, he'd fall. Her words were too earnest, too welcoming - and everything he'd always wanted to hear. "You can't love me! You need to stay away from me."

She smacked him upside the head, which only pissed him off, but he knew as mad as he was he couldn't hit her.

"Shut up you idiot. I'm not going anywhere. So suck it up buttercup you're stuck with me."

"I dont like you! I can't stand you, I-"

"Youre right, you love me just as much as I love you." She grabbed the front of his jacket to keep him form escaping.

"N-no i dont. Let go of me!" He gripped her wrists, trying to winge his jacket free of her grasp.

"Then why do you care! Why do you care if I'm hurt! Why do tell me to stay away!" She shouted at him. "If I was just some girl you wouldn't have stayed here to talk to me or put up with all my shit. You stayed because you love me. You tell me to go away because you love me."

"N-no, i-"

"Say it then," she shoved him against the fence. "If you really don't then you'll have no problem saying i don't love you "

He gritted his teeth, pissed at being challenged. Pissed she was right. And she was an annoying little shit.

"This is all your damn fault you brat." He yanked her into an passionate kiss, desperate and needy, as he finally got what he longed for and told himself he could never have. She broke down all his walls and made herself right at home in his heart.

It was only after a few months that he slowly started to get comfortable around her and he asked how the hell she knew all of his favorite things to gift him. Only to find out Hiragi became her accomplice in wooing Kaji. Even in love, Hiragi was still looking out for him.

[glittter-vamp]

Ohio Is For Lovers | J.B

CHAPTER 15

Joe Burrow x Reader.

Warnings:18+ MDNI. Mention of Pregnancy. Angsty. Mention of Miscarriage. Alcohol. Raunchy jokes.

Word count: 4.7k

6 Months Later:

Getting your luggage at baggage claim in the sea of people at this busy airport, you make your way outside. The freezing cold winter weather smacks you in the face waking you up and sending shivers down your body. You had just flown into Cincinnati from Providence for the holidays. After what happened 6 months ago you got your shit together as quick as you could, stayed at your parents for a few weeks before you left to Providence and left your old life behind. You never found out who set fire to your apartment because the apartments surveillance system wasn't functioning properly and you also never found out who was behind the hit and run but you wanted to move on from that and you did, focusing on your new life in Rhode Island. Things had been going really well for, you loved your new Job, loved the new city and have met some pretty cool and nice people along the way.

You wait for a bit outside in the freezing cold weather, the crazy traffic and honking overstimulating you a bit but you finally spot the familiar car. "Hey bitch!!" Peyton yells and honks not caring about being annoying to those around you as he pulls up with Sasha riding shotgun. They both hop out of the car and hug you tight. "Oh I've missed you so much!!" Sasha says. "Me too bitch! Spending thanksgiving alone this year fucking sucked, I missed out wine and Chinese take out." Peyton says. "I missed you guys too and I told your ass I'd send you a ticket to come to me for that weekend!" You say to Peyton as you guys hop into the warm car, Peyton taking your luggage and putting it in the trunk. "Here, we got you some hot cocoa!" Sasha says passing it to you in the back. "You guys are the best, thanks." You smile taking a sip of the delicious chocolate and milk. "So, how was the plane ride?" Peyton asks as he gets us out of the crazy airport. "It was fine, lots of crying kids on board but thankfully I had my headphones." You nod.

"I hope your mom and dad aren't too upset you didn't go with them to Paris and decided to spend the holidays with us." Sasha says sipping on her own hot beverage. "Nah, my sister and her little family went, so they're enjoying that and have forgotten all about me by now." You shake your head. Your parents were yet another trip for the holidays, this time they invited you but you really didn't feel like traveling far for the holidays and skipped out on it, plus you were spending a lot of money on your new place. "Are you hungry? There's this new Mexican place in downtown where that Thai place was." Peyton asks. "I'm so down for some food, I haven't ate anything since last night." You agree. You guys talk about what you had been up to the last few days and end up at the Mexican restaurant sooner than you'd thought you'd be, which you knew was courtesy of Peyton's speeding. Walking into the restaurant it wasn't too busy, few people every other table. 

After you guys get seated and given menu's Sasha speaks up. "So...meet anyone new?" She wiggles her eyebrows at you. "No, you know I told you I don't want to date anyone for a while." You sigh. "Okay well maybe not date but have you hooked up with anyone? What are the guys like over there?" Peyton grins. "I haven't hooked up with anyone but I have gone to a few gay bars over there and the guys are cute! You're going to have a great time when you go." You smile nodding. "You're hanging out with other gays out there!? Oh, I should of let your ass walk here, how dare you replace me." Peyton scoffs making you and Sasha laugh.

"What about you guys? Anyone you guys are hiding from me?" You ask looking at your two best friends, Peyton shaking is head no. "I've been out with this guy a few times from work...his name is Jason." Sasha smiles. "Oh yeah you mentioned him to me a couple weeks ago, you guys hooked up yet?" You ask and she blushes. "Yeahhhh!" You and Peyton laugh making her blush even more. "Okay... okay! Hush there's people around!" Sasha says getting embarrassed. You guys enjoy your dinner and then head over to their apartment. Sasha and Peyton had moved in together since the whole weird note situation and my place getting burned down. They thought it would be safer for the both of them since they both lived alone. The place was super cute, spacious and just outside of the downtown area with good security.

"So, what do you guys want to do tomorrow?" Sasha asks Peyton and I after we all shower and change into our pajamas. "Wellll, I kind of promised Tee and Ja'Marr I'd hang out with them before they leave for the holidays." You bite your lip. "Wait...you still talk to them?!" Peyton asks as he makes us some drinks from the bar they had near a window. "Yeah...they text me all the time before games and keep tabs on me. We have a group chat & they are always asking when I'm coming to a home game so I thought we can go to one tomorrow if that's okay with you guys."  You say, your friends looking at you weird.

"You're not scared that they're telling Joe about what you're up to and how you're doing?" Peyton asks. "I don't... really care, What are they gonna tell him? That I'm doing good and I'm happy?" You shrug. "What about running into him tomorrow or having to see him?" Sasha asks. "I watch him every week on my tv and I have no issue ignoring him if I have too." You shrug. "Does he know his friends and teammates still talk to you?" Peyton asks. "Probably, Tee posted us on his story, it was a picture from when we volunteered last year, I don't really think they care much for Joe's opinion on this. After I basically told Joe to get out my life...the guys reached out and we had drinks one night before I left Ohio and they heard my point of view of things. They supported my decision, they knew Joe and I weren't compatible no matter how much we all wanted . " You shake you head taking the drink Peyton was making for you out of his hands.

"Do you... like either of them or something? Did you hook up with his teammates?" Sasha asks and you snort rolling your eyes. " Oh bitch, please tell me you did!" Peyton grins. "No! First off, one of them literally dated Mariana... no fucking thanks. Second, I am never ever getting involved with another professional athlete much less another football player that still plays with Joe and are really good friends with him. That's weird." You shake your head. "I mean, you could do the funniest thing ever and hook up with his teammates and kick Joe while he's been down, you know I like supporting women's rights but I also loveeeee supporting women's wrongs." Peyton smirks making Sasha laugh and you roll your eyes at him.

"Like I said, I'm not putting myself through that shit again. Once is enough." You shake your head taking a sip of the drink. "Can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer but I'm pretty intrigued to know." Sasha speaks up and you nod. "Do you miss Joe at all?" Sasha asks and Peyton rolls his eyes as her question. "Oh girl c'mon on, let's not ruin Y/N's night here." Peyton scoffs. "What?! It's a valid question! She almost had a baby with the guy! ad everything happened so quick!" Sasha defends herself making you laugh as you sit on their couch.

"I'll be honest, even though he did bring unnecessary drama in my life for a while and things were never perfect between, he was still a very comforting person for me so I miss that, I think that's why I stuck it out so long with him, things felt at ease when  was around him...and maybe I miss the sex." You bite your lip making your friends chuckle. "That makes me sad that you guys ended the way you did and felt like this about him." Sasha pouts. "It is what it is, I'm sure he's moved on plenty since us." You shrug. "I heard he was dating a swimsuit model now, seems like he can't fathom being alone." Sasha snorts. "Can straight men ever?" Peyton laughs. "Good luck to her." You breathe shaking your head. You guys talk a bit more and enjoy your drinks while watching a Christmas movie before you all go to bed, you sleeping in their guest bedroom which was super cute and cozy.

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In the morning Peyton made you guys a delicious breakfast with French toast, eggs & bacon and you texted the group chat with the guys letting them know you were in town and if it was possible to get three tickets for tonight's game. Tee almost immediately texting back that he would get back to you as as he could about them.

"I say we go ice skating tomorrow." Sasha says as we sit around enjoying our breakfast. "I'm not that type of gay." Peyton says making you and Sasha laugh. "Oh come on! It'll be fun, maybe you can fall into the arms of a big strong guy." Sasha wiggles her eyebrows. "Girl, I'm 6 foot 5, I am the strong the guy?!" Peyton shakes his head making us laugh. We finish our food and as Sasha and I cleaned up since Peyton made breakfast, your phone dings. Drying your hands quickly on a towel nearby, you pick up the phone and see it was the guys, they had gotten tickets for you and your friends for tonight's game.

"The guys got the tickets." You say to your friends as you respond to the guys and thanking them for pulling some strings so last minute. "You know its supposed to be cold as shit tonight right guys?" Peyton says. "That's why whiskey exists!" You smile and he rolls his eyes. "Hey, you don't have to come if you don't want grandpa." Sasha says to Peyton. "Oh, I'm going!  You bitches aren't leaving me behind." Peyton says leaving us in the kitchen in the sassiest manner making you laugh. "You need to have your revenge dress moment tonight." Sasha says to you as you start the dish washer. "What are you talking about?" You chuckle looking at her weird. "In case you run into Joe! Which I'm sure might happen, you need to look good to see what he could of had if he wasn't such a dumbass ad respected you." Sasha nods. "Girl, it's going to be like 15 degree's tonight. I'm gonna be warm, I really don't care about making Joe feel some type of way." You shake your head. "Ugh, have some fun will you!" Sasha scoffs making you laugh.

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It was afternoon now and you guys had just finished getting ready for the game. As always, you just wore whatever you wanted not really caring too much about team colors. You just wore mostly black layers, cozy boots and some thermal blue jeans wanting to stay as warm as you could tonight. "The uber is here!" Sasha says walking into the living room from her room. We all head out into the cold air and make our way to the car the SUV that was waiting for us. "Do you know who they're playing today?" Sasha asks me as we ride in the back of the car. "Not a damn clue." You shake your head. "Go sports!" Peyton says making you guys laugh. You guys make it to the stadium, happy that you guys left when you did because the place was super packed with people making it hard to find your seats after you got through security.

"I'm getting us drinks!" Peyton says to Sasha and I. You guys not and Peyton leaves to the concession stand which wasn't that far away. "This is exciting!" Sasha smiles. "Last time I was here, it was with Mariana and then Joe and I had fight in the locker room." You snort shaking your head. "Crazy how time flies." Sasha shakes her head. Soon Peyton returns with some strong drinks for everyone and you take a picture of you three posting it on your story. After a bit, the game eventually starts and pretty much you three just cheer when everyone else cheered. It was a bit a weird for you to see Joe playing on the field right now, you guys hadn't talked since the day at the hospital when you lost the baby. 

You remember going out for those drinks with Ja'Marr and Tee and them trying to convince you to at least talk to Joe but you knew if you did in that moment, you probably wouldn't have left to Rhode Island and be where you are now. Part of you felt guilty for a bit after that, but it was really the only way for you to get out of every situation that had you unhappy plus, getting threatening notes and your apartment set on fire just wasn't something you wanted to stick around and play with to just attempt to be with Joe.

"I really... don't understand this fucking game, I'mmmm getting us more drinks." Peyton says making you laugh. "Get me vodka this time please!" Sasha says to him before he leaves us. "I don't know much about football but it seems like no one is having a good time out there, people keep getting hurt and they look so cold." Sasha says. "We are so undeserving of these tickets." You laugh shaking your head. All of a sudden you guys then spot Tee and Ja'Marr getting into it with some players of the opposing team on the field after a dirty hit on the field.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Peyton asks handing us drinks. " The other team is playing dirty and the guys aren't having it." You shrug. Taking a sip of the new drink, the game continues until half time. "We should get sushi after this!" Peyton says over the loud music that was playing, Sasha and I nodding in agreement.

You guys talk amongst yourselves and take plenty of pictures during halftime and before you knew it the guys were back on the field. They were pretty much neck in neck with the other team so this game could really still go either way. You spot Joe running on the field getting into position and instead of throwing the ball to one of his teammates he makes a run for it with the ball. "He's really... not that fast. Reminds me the rat from Ice Age with the acorn" Peyton says making your snort. "That's a squirrel not a rat!" You laugh as Joe runs with the ball almost making it to the end zone but out of no where this huge player from the other team tackles him, hard. The hit looked painful and it wasn't long before everyone spotted Joe holding his elbow in pain. "Oh fuck." You stand up feeling your heart sinking in your chest. "That doesn't look good." Sasha shakes her head standing next to you. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That was a baby hit!" You hear some guy behind you angrily yell to which you rolled your eyes at, as did many other fans around him.

Soon you heard the sea of people becoming disappointed and worried over Joe, the medics soon were on the field checking him out and every time they attempted to move his arm Joe would immediately wince in pain. "Oh baby... he's out. There's no way he's gonna keep playing." Peyton shakes his head. They get Joe up from the ground and he walks towards the tunnel looking extremely upset and in pain. The crowd cheers for him but even behind the cheers you could tell they were as upset as he was.

The energy in the stadium after that had did a complete 180. Luckily Joe's injury didn't cost them the game but people were still sad over what happened. As we were leaving two security guards approach us and you already knew the drill. " Y/N Y/L/N?" One of them asks me, Peyton already looking at them weird and getting defensive. "Yeah, let me guess. I gotta follow you." You raise an eyebrow at the man and he nods. "C'mon guys." You tell Sasha and Peyton who look at you weird. "It's the guys sending for us, we're not in trouble." You tell them and they nod still suspicious of this but still following you guys to the golf carts.

"This makes me feel like Beyoncé when she's backstage." Sasha says making you and Peyton look at each other and start laughing. "Humble yourself honey." Peyton snorts, Sasha flicking him off. You guys get taken the room you haven't seen since you had basically hated Joes guts. You all thank the guys and they let you know the drill with snacks and drinks. There was a few women in there probably waiting on their husband or boyfriend but you guys find a spot somewhere and sit down. "This is pretty cool." Sasha looks around. "They said anything was for grabs right?" Peyton says eyeing the snacks. "Go crazy." You chuckle as he gets up and heads over to the snack table.

"You think Joe is okay?" Sasha asks you. "Probably not." You shake your head. After a little while you hear two familiar voices call your name. Smiling you get up from your seat turning around seeing Tee and Ja'Marr. "Hey guys!!" You smile at them giving them each a hug. Sasha and Peyton greet them as well and you guys sit down at an empty table. "So how have you guys been?" Ja'Marr asks us. "Pretty good... Thanks for the tickets, that was quite the game." Sasha smiles. "No problem and yeah, this one's a tough one. Critical timing too since the play offs start very soon." Tee shakes his head. "At least you guys won though! Something good came out of it." You smile trying to lighten their mood. "Yeah but Joes out the rest of the season, he tore his UCL so if we were to make it to the Super Bowl... he can't even play. That's gonna fuck us up so much." Ja'Marr shakes his head. You couldn't help but to feel horrible for everyone especially Joe.

You all catch up for a bit, them asking you a billion questions about Rhode Island and asking if you'd ever return here to Ohio. Ja'Marr had asked you about Mariana, specifically if you've heard anything from her and you'd tell him no which was the truth. You didn't know exactly why he was asking but you didn't really want to ask. That was his business and you weren't getting into anything that had to do with her ever again. "I need to pee." Sasha says to you, Peyton nodding in agreement. "Bathrooms are over there to your right." Tee points. They thank him and they walk off leaving just you, Ja'Marr and Tee.

"So... have you talked to Joe at all?" Ja'Marr asks, both men looking at you for an answer. "No, I debated on reaching out a few times but I heard he was dating someone and I'm not getting into that type of drama again like that. Hell no." You shake your head. The guys look at each other for a moment and then bust out laughing which had you confused. "Dating who?! Dudes only focus has been football and stalking you on social media all these months." Tee laughs. "It was all over social media that he was dating some model & why or how would he be stalking my social media?" You ask confused since it was private. "That was just a stupid rumor started by some dumb gossip website and we've caught him on your Instagram a bunch of times. I think he has a fake profile which we've told him how weird that shit was by the way and his excuse was that he just wanted to make sure you were happy and safe." Ja'Marr shakes his head rolling his eyes.

"Did he leave already?" You ask. "Nah, he's in a medical room dealing with his emotions and shit. He doesn't wanna see anyone, he's going through it." Tee shakes his head with a disappointed look on his face. "Although... maybe he wouldn't mind seeing you." Ja'Marr smirks and your eyes open wide. "Hell no, no way." You shake your head. "No way what?" Sasha asks coming back to us, Peyton following her. "They want me to go talk to Joe." You shake your head. "Oh?" Peyton looks at you and you shake your head no. "He's down this hall to your left. C'mon guys, let's get some snacks and talk about how much Rhode Island sucks." Tee says to your friends and you scoff. "What? Guys! No—assholes." You mutter annoyed at them as they all ignore you and leave you standing out in the hall like an idiot.

Sighing you make your way to the door where Joe was behind, taking a deep breath before knocking and opening the door. Immediately you heard his voice. "Get out." He says in a very monotone way. You peek your head in and see he was laying down on a stretcher facing up in a dimly lit room with his good arm draped over his face. "I guess I deserve that attitude." You nod closing the door behind you. Your stomach flip flopping from nervousness. Joe freezes and peeks under his arm towards you.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Joe asks slowly sitting up. His injured arm in a sling. "I'm in town for the holidays and the guys gave me tickets to the game tonight." You awkwardly say stuffing you hands in your back pockets. He looked like he had been crying. "Of course they did." Joe scoffs. "I know I'm the last person you wanna see right now or ever but I just wanted to check up on you." You bite your lip awkwardly. "Yeah right, like you give a shit about what happens to me." He scoffs, it sucked hearing those words come from his mouth but you couldn't blame him, you weren't the nicest to him the last time you saw him. Plus, he was upset cause of his injury which is understandable.

 "I know I shouldn't have bothered you but I just wanted to apologize on how I left things... and your injury tonight...but I'll uh, leave you be." You nod reaching for the door again awkwardly. "Wait!" You hear Joe say before you could even touch the door. "I...shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I'm sorry. I'm...I'm not even mad at you." He shakes his head as he sits looking down at his dangling feet. He was still in half of his uniform and even though he was a grown ass man well over 6 foot, he looked so small to you in this moment. "You don't have to lie, I know the way I handled things was beyond fucked up." You sigh leaning against the door. "Honestly, you had every right. I was being a stupid jackass, my parents knocked some sense into me after I came clean with everything. You put up with too much shit with me and I was worried too much about myself and not enough about you. I'm surprised you didn't come fined me and ran me over with your car" Joe admits. "Well...to be fair I didn't have one at the time so, maybe that worked in your favor." You tease making him chuckle. 

"Maybe it was just a classic case of right people, wrong time." You shrug. "You really think we could of been right for each other if things weren't so fucked up around us and I wouldn't have fucked up most of it?" Joe asks. "I'd like to think so, we pretty much ignored every red flag between and around us Joe... I think that ultimately fucked everything up because we choose to ignore and ignore." You say, Joe nodding. "How's Rhode Island?" Joe asks and you snort. "You should know...the guys told me about your Instagram stalking." You tease seeing Joe's freeze and his face turn a light shade of pink. "Fucking assholes." Joe mutters shaking his head making you chuckle. "I didn't mean to be weird, I just still feel paranoid about your safety with everything that happened. M=Ja'marr thinks Mariana was behind everything, he found some weird folder with information about us two...I think she was going to try and blackmail us if news hit about the affair she was having on Ja'Marr. She's disappeared. We think she left Ohio." Joe fills you in and you scoff. "That fucking crazy bitch." You shake your head. 

"Things are pretty good, I like the city, co workers are pretty cool." You nod changing the subject. "I'm really happy to hear that." Joe says giving you a small smile. Before you could reply there was a knock on the door followed by the voice of a man you didn't recognize. "Burrow, your parents are looking for you dude, pack it up, get some rest." The guy says. "I should... get back to everyone, I'm sure they're hungry and waiting on me." You say to Joe and he nods looking sad. "I'm really sorry I couldn't be the man you deserved Y/N, I kill myself over it everyday." Joe says somberly. "People aren't perfect Joe, don't beat yourself up over it, but I really do hope you recover as quickly and good as possible. I would tell you to not be too hard on yourself while you recover but I might as well talk to a brick wall for that." You joke making Joe chuckle. "Take care of yourself and you should come to more games, helps motivate the guys." Joe says glossy eyes which almost triggered your own emotions that you were pushing down. " I will take it under consideration, take care of yourself." You smile at him before leaving the room and letting out a deep breath trying to control your emotions before you meet everyone up again. 

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A month later:

The holidays came and went. You spent time with your best friends and you were now back in Rhode Island in your home. Winter had officially struck the north east as it was snowing today. Cuddled up on your couch with the fire place on and a glass of wine in your hand you were on facetime with your friends. "So, when are you coming back?" Peyton asks you. "Uh! no Sir, it's time you guys come to me. We can do something this summer...I just finished the guest bedrooms and we can hit all the bars out here, maybe even drive to Boston for a weekend." You suggest. "I'm down for some Boston cheeks." Peyton smirks making Sasha roll her eyes and you laugh. "Did you spend the homegoods gift card we got you for Christmas?" Sasha asks changing the subject. "I did! I got stuff for the guest bathroom and a few holiday clearance stuff for next Christmas." You nod. You talk more with your friends about what you guys had planned for the next few weeks until your doorbell rang. It was 7PM on a snowy Friday night and you weren't expecting anyone over. "Uh oh booty call! We'll let you go so you can have your fun." Peyton winks. "It's probably my neighbors stupid doordash again, she keeps putting my door number for some reason, but I'll talk to you guys later." You sigh getting up. You hang up your phone tossing it on the couch and setting down your wine glass on your side table. You go to your door opening just a bit expecting some poor delivery driver in this snow but you almost choke on your own spit when you saw who it was. "Wh-what are you doing here?" You stand there frozen in place. 

"I'm... done ignoring." Joe responds. 

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A/N: I know I said this last chapter was coming Sunday but I couldn't wait that long lol Ohio Is For Lovers has officially wrapped up and I just want to thank you guys sosososososo much for reading and supporting this series. I haven't written a series in years and the love and support you guys have shown me has meant soooo much! If you haven't checked it out already I have been working on a new Joe Burrow series called Cherry Waves, so check that out if you'd like and if it's not for you I plan on doing a small holiday series in November. Thanks again for the support 🖤🖤🖤

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To Have and To Hold - Chapter 6

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Summary: Loki finds Violet. Will they be reunited? A/N: I wanna thank @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA and @michelleleewise for all the wonderful ideas. You two are the absolute best! 🥰 Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: Over 2K Tags/Warnings: Lots of angst. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

There was a frenzied knock on your door that put you on high alert. You grabbed the small dagger you kept by your nightstand as you slowly made your way to the front. “Violet, I know you’re in there. It’s me. Open up!”

You raced to the lock, trying to open the door as quickly as you could. “Rhodey, what’s wrong? What are you doing here?” you asked puzzled. You hadn’t seen Rhodey in two months. Not since that video call where you asked him where your brother was stationed and if he could connect the two of you together.

“Just got a call from Cap. The Cap. Says one of the jets went missing. And the flight chart says they’re heading straight here. Now, one Avenger wanting to see her dear brother, I can believe. But three more coming this way after your supposed ‘holiday?’ What’s going on Vee?”

Three? “I-I can’t. Rhodey, please don’t tell him I’m here!” you said holding onto your stomach.

“Him? Him who?” Rhodey looked down at your figure. You could see the wheel of questions turning in his head before he let out a breath a decided it would be better if he didn’t know. “You need to hide then. Now.”

“O-ok,” you nodded.

“Lock all the doors and don’t come out till either Callum or I get you. You got that?” He instructed. You nodded your head. Your eyes followed his retreating figure onto the Humvee and he sped off. You latched every lock and turned every deadbolt you could.

You leaned on the door, sliding down to the floor as tears welled up in your eyes. He was finally coming for you. Would he be mad? Happy? You had wanted to call him every day. You wanted to talk to him, but every time you picked up the phone, you just remembered his angry cold eyes and the betrayal in his voice. You didn’t think you could live seeing or hearing that again.

You took out his note, the one that you always kept with you and prayed that he wouldn’t find you here. Because if he did, if he found out you had lied about your child, that hatred in his eyes would be cemented in them forever. Every time you would look into his deep eyes and see the pain and loathing in them, you would die a little each time. And you knew there was no way you could live like that.

The jet’s engine hummed for the past five hours. Loki sat there as patiently as he could, feeling the vibration of the aircraft, letting it soothe his anxious mind. What would he say to you? How could he convince you to come back home? To him?

“It would be past midnight when we land in a half hour. Have you gotten any rest?” Bruce asked through the headphones in the cockpit.

“I can’t sleep, Bruce. Not till I know she’s all right.” Bruce simply nodded.

“We would need clearance. Just because we’re the Avengers doesn’t mean we can barge into an American military base without cause.”

“We do have cause!” Loki argued.

“Not one that’s important in the eyes of the government. Or sanctioned for that matter.” Loki huffed his annoyance. He is getting inside that base, and no one is going to stop him. “Let me speak with the Lt. Colonel in charge before you barge in, OK?” Bruce pleaded.

Not long after, the jet was given special permission to land inside the base. Bruce, Thor, and Loki stepped out to a small battalion of armed soldiers. Heavy artillery aimed at the three men as they walked down the gangplank. Their hands raised in surrender.

“Rhodey? What is all this?” Bruce asked as he made his way to Lt. Colonel Rhodes.

“I’m wondering the same thing, Bruce. I was in Germany when I was told to get my butt over here because you three would be landing here in a few short hours. In a stolen jet, no less!”

“Borrowed!” Thor corrected.

“I was also told that HE does not have the authorization to leave American soil, let alone New York,” Rhodes pointed to Loki.

“We’re looking for Agent Moreau,” Loki yelled out.

“And what makes you think she’s here? Last I heard, she went AWOL after…” a stolen beat. Silence had entered Rhodes’ mind as he tried to decide what to say.

“After what, Colonel?” Loki demanded. From the corner of his eye, Loki noticed someone familiar. The same large eyes and facial structure as Violet. Callum. Loki watched as he exited the vehicle he was sitting in to get a closer look. When he noticed who had arrived on base, he took a big sigh and slowly started to make his way back to the civilian row, where you were.

“Why do you need her? If she’s even here that is.”

“That is none of your concern Colonel,” Loki yelled.

“Rhodey we just want to speak to her and then be on our way,” Bruce added.

“She’s not here,” Rhodey said. “I suggest you get back on that jet and go back to New York, gentlemen.”

“Lies!” Loki yelled. “You know where she is. And so does he!” Loki pointed to Callum who stopped and froze in his escape.

“Colonel Rhodes, we mean no harm. All we want is to set some things straight with Agent Moreau. Then we’ll be on our way.” Thor tried. “Would you deny us council with one of our trusted teammates?”

“Uh-huh, sure. Bruce, what is this really about? Why did you bring the smash brothers here on my base?” Rhodey asked.

“What else would this be about Rhodey? Loki came here to talk to Violet. He risked his ‘parole’ so he could see her!”

“To talk? That’s why you, The Hulk, are here? And why Lord of Thunder is here too?” Rhodey said disbelievingly.

“Would you rather I not be here to look after my brother?” Thor said impatiently.

Loki had kept an eye on Callum. Watching him retreat backward ever so slightly. Go on rabbit, lead me to where she is, he thought. Loki watched from the corner of his eye, as Callum took off to warn Violet of his arrival.

“I will do what I came here to do, and none of you can stop me.”

“Loki,” Thor warned.

“And what exactly did you come here to do?” Colonel Rhodes yelled. Loki disappeared in a cloud of smoke and reappeared not too far away. Whenever he materialized he ran in between soldiers and avoided hits and gunshots before he would disappear again making it hard to catch him.

He followed Callum as fast as he could as he lead Loki down a small street with bungalows on either side. It was a small neighborhood of civilian housing for active-duty personnel and the families that stay with them. She’s here. In one of these houses. I just know it. “Violet!”

Soldiers gathered behind him. Bruce, Rhodes, and Thor leading the way.

“Violet! Violet, Where are you?” Loki yelled out. His time was short. He needed to find her quickly. By now he’s sure that the Colonel has alerted the Captain. In turn, he would’ve alerted Asgard.

“Darling, please,” his voice resonated throughout your body. Like the deep toll of a church steeple beckoning you home. You hadn’t heard his voice in months. You hadn’t felt that richness, the depth of pain and history. You heard the sorrow and longing in his timbre, and you ached to go to him and comfort him.

You shut your eyes, hoping that this nightmare isn’t happening. That it’ll go away if you squint just hard enough and not listen.

“Loki! I’m warning you to stop this instant or I will be forced to use drastic measures!” You heard Rhodey say.

“Violet!” Loki yelled as he passed your window. You looked through the slit of the curtains onto the street. Loki stopped and turned. As if he knew where you were. As if a rope was tied between you two and he felt it recoil, pulling him back to you.

“Loki Laufeyson. You are hereby under arrest for unlawful trespassing, violation of your parole in New York, and disobeying orders from your superiors.”

“I am a prince of Asgard and the rightful king of Jotunheim. I AM THE SUPERIOR!” Loki growled. You heard shouting and a scuffle ensue. If they weren’t careful, they could all get hurt. You know how strong a rampage Loki could get in if he wasn’t careful. All these people would be injured if you didn’t do anything soon.

“STOP!” you cried out banging the door open. “Stop! Please.” You saw a whole crowd of soldiers gathered around Loki, standing in the center. Their guns pointed in his direction. Loki’s outstretched arms ready for battle as his seidr smoked out of his hands.

“Violet…” he whispered. His eyes were tired and sunken. His cheeks had gotten sharper and more defined. He hadn’t been taking good care of himself and it showed. But even with all the grief and agony written on his face, he was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

His eyes held onto yours as he watched you make your way through the crowd. A huff of relief escaped him, and he almost cried with joy at having seen your face again.

He noted how you had looked more radiant. More voluptuous as you made your way past the guards. There was a brightness in your eyes and a glow on your skin that he craved to touch.

Two things happened simultaneously. The first was your brother, Callum, holding his arm out to stop you from getting closer. As you reached the front, Loki took in your whole figure. Including the prominent bump that was now exposed for him to see.

The second was Colonel Rhodes using Loki’s momentary distraction to place magic-dampening cuffs on his wrist.

“Vi…Violet?” You could see Loki’s eyes, cold and confused. Thoughts flickered past his mind as he tried to assess what was happening. You were still pregnant?! But how?! “How?” His eyes squinted and his breath lashed as he watched you hold on to the precious life that was growing in your belly.

“Loki, you know the rules. You can’t just march in here like you own the place.” You could barely hear Rhodey and the monologue he was saying. He was reiterating what would happen if Loki were to ever step out of line.

You kept your eyes on Loki as his eyes darted up and down your body. “I’m sorry,” you mouthed to him as you started crying. You didn’t want him to find out like this. “I’m so sorry.”

The last thing that happened that night was something Loki didn’t anticipate happening so soon. He thought that he would at least have a day with you to reconcile. But The Fates work in more mysterious ways than he can foresee because the last thing Loki saw was you screaming for them to let him go.

“No! You can’t do that!” you screamed as your brother held on to you. “Let him go, please!” You began to sob.

More tears. More heartache. Loki had had enough. He didn’t want to see you like that again. He wanted to run to you. Comfort you. Tell you that everything was going to be ok.

But instead, a spectral light shone down on him, keeping him in place. Loki looked up confused. Everything was happening so much more quickly than he wanted.

Looking back down, he spotted you again in the crowd, “Wait for me. I’ll come back for you.”

“No, Loki. Please, stay. I’m sorry,” you cried. “This is all my fault. My fault,” you held on to Callum, trying to convince Colonel Rhodes. “Please don’t do this. Don’t let them take him.” Your breath hitched and hiccupped. The pain in your chest was all-encompassing and tearing at your heart.

“I love you,” Loki mimed before he was taken by the Bifrost, back to Asgard.

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Desperate to Decompress

Pairings: Weems x Reader (Platonic)

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: Reader needs some time for herself to gather her thoughts and hides herself away. When Ms Thornhill notices your absence she reports to Weems, who goes to investigate.

TW: depictions of neurodivergence (implied), overstimulation (implied), hiding, crying, disappearing, crying, flinching (is that a warning idk),

A/n Ok so before i get attacked for this, this is a self-indulgent fic because i often hide myself away when i feel like this (I have ADHD) so this is based off my experiences. Neurodivergance presents slightly differently for everyone. Im not saying this is the only way it can be, just this is how it is for me. Enjoy :)

It had been simply too long since you had had enough time by yourself to decompress. You loved Enid and Wednesday; they were mostly the best roommates you could ask for but sometimes you really just needed a break. Silence and a place with no people.

It felt as if you had been slowly had your brain being scrubbed with each social interaction, any more of it and you would snap. It had happened before; people were just too present and loud and the more you tried to keep going the more the annoyance grew. It wasn’t personal, it was simply you had enough of it all.

You simply needed space and time to decompress, but with a shared dorm and a school full of teenagers there weren’t really any places to hide away from everything. You just needed somewhere silent, devoid of people and preferable hidden where you could sit with your headphones in listening to whatever song you had been playing on repeat for the past few days and your sketchbook in your lap. A snack to eat and some juice maybe. The introvert in you was screaming for help and you knew if you stayed around people any longer your social battery was just about dead. And when it died so did all of yourself control, all of the annoyance and repressed anger would come out and nobody wanted that, not even you.

Class was dismissed and it was time for the fifth lesson of the day. Your head was feeling slightly buzzed and you knew you needed it all to stop as soon as humanly possible. So, whilst walking between classes you slipped into your dorm under the guise of retrieving your biology textbook for botany class which was starting soon. Once the hallways had drained of teenagers as they all funnelled into classrooms in small streams, you hoisted your backpack over one shoulder and snuck through the halls.

You found it never worked the way you needed it to if you told people where you were going, that way it felt like there was still something expected of you. No. You never told anyone where you went or when you left on trips like these and that wasn’t going to change now you were at nevermore. You needed to know you weren’t going to be bothered by someone. Complete isolation or complete meltdown. That’s the options.

As you finally made it to where you wanted to be you clicked twice and descended into the nightshades library. A few days ago, you had been expecting the impending need for a shutdown and hidden a small blanket, snacks and a lamp behind some of the books. Now it came time to use them you pulled out the supplies.

Gently you set out the blanket like one might have a picnic, the soft touch soothing and relaxing. You set down your backpack and kicked off your shoes. Popping in an earbud in each ear you pressed play and took out your pencils and sketchbook. The sigh you heaved was involuntary as the stress began to melt. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you felt the annoyance that had been growing over the past days begin to trickle away.

You threw yourself into your drawing needing something mindless but engaging to do. You sketched scenes that were stuck in your mind's eye from the past few days of the term. Enid’s colourfully painted nails. Wednesday's typewriter. You drew and sketched and felt your mind begging to unwind and detangle all of the twisted emotions from the days.

Meanwhile Ms Thornhill glared at your empty seat in her class.

“Ms Sinclair, do you happen to know where Ms L/n is thats more important than my class?” She asked a slight edge on her voice.

It wasn’t annoyance at you as much as the fact her favourite student was absent, and the school board had cut her budget once more deeming the carnivorous plants a non-essential item and a point of risk for students.

“Umm I’m not sure?” Enid said looking slightly confused. “She was with me in out last class.” She said. The botany teacher huffed in annoyance.

“Open your textbooks to page 348 and start taking notes on the phenotype selection of white budded roses.” She said and the sound of textbooks being haul from bags began. “Until i return i expect no funny business. One more broken pot and the whole class has detention next Thursday.” She said and stalked off to the principal's office.

Now she was out of the classes eyesight she quickened her pace. Her anger faded to worry. It was unlike you to simply disappear. Sure, you had only been at nevermore for a few weeks now, but the risk of you being lost or injured was never none. Standing in-front of the big wooden doors she shifted her weight from foot to foot and before she could knock the doors opened.

“Marilyn.” Principle weems said in surprise before she collected herself and stepped to the side. “Come in. What can i help you with.” She asked and the two women walked over to the couch. Weems patted the spot beside her, and Ms Thornhill perched herself next to the shapeshifter.

“I’ll make this brief as i have a class left in the biology classroom.” She began and Weems nodded. “It's Y/n.” She began before sighing.

“Whats the matter with her?” Weems asked placing a hand on her teacher's knee.

“She hasn’t shown up for the class and its unlike her to simply disappear without telling people where she went. Im worried Larissa. What if she’s lost or worse yet injured?” She said and weems patted her leg.

“Never you worry. I will find her and make sure she is dealt with straight away. If that’s all i recommend getting back to your class before all your flowers have been deadheaded.” Weems smiled.

“Yes. That’s probably best isn’t it.” Ms Thornhill agreed and nodded standing and shooting her thanks to the principle before exiting.

Now the teacher was gone weems stood and collected the keys from her desk and left her office. She began at your dorm. Knowing which one it was as she had visited many times to see Wednesday and reprimand her for her repeated behaviours. You had been there for some of it but never really said much other than things like ‘I’ll get out of your hair’ before leaving.

It's not that Weems disliked you or any of her students really, she was just very busy and was now realising maybe she should have payed some closer attention to you. This was your first boarding school and your file had stated you were … different. Incredibly smart and well put together but it did say you were sometimes prone to randomly disappearing. Weems suspected this would happen sooner or later although she hadn’t the faintest as to why you did what you did. Maybe she should have given more of her time to making sure you had adjusted and settled in alright.

She frowned looking into the empty dorm. Noting the backpack, she often saw you with was also gone along with one of the two blankets from your bed.

She scanned the room once more before turning and leaving to search elsewhere for you.

Time didn’t really matter to you when you were like this. You simply stayed wherever until you no longer felt the overwhelmingness of it all anymore. You couldn’t let others see you like this. Vulnerable. You were most vulnerable like this. You simply needed space. You had no clue how much time had passed, and the sketchbook’s pages were slowly being filled with intricate portraits and landscapes from the past few days.

After a while you had resorted to the photos on your phone for reference. You hummed quietly to the music which was probably why you didn’t hear the sound of high heels on the steps until they were in front of you.

Looking up you saw the unimpressed face of Principle weems looking down at you with her arms folder. Using a finger, she flicked the chord of your wired headphones to dislodge one of the earbuds. You flinched slightly at the movement so close to your face and the feeling of everything crushing you almost seemed to return. She had found you. She had found you before you had the time to find yourself. You could feel the tears begging to escape. You were exhausted emotionally and couldn’t take one more trial of your mentality.

You hadn’t really noticed weems lecturing you until she grabbed your bicep loosely to haul you up. You flinched violently this time, the touch almost seeming to burn. Weems demeanour switched almost immediately as she came to an understanding. She put her hands up in surrender and crouched in front of you, an impressive feat for someone in heels. You saw her lips moving but the sound still didn’t seem to be reaching your ears, or more rather, your brain.

After moment weems simply sat and folded her legs pretzel style and lent against the wall next to you. She had stopped talking seeing how it hadn’t really reached you at all.

She seemed to be taking a note from your book and simply resting. She laid her head against the cool stone and shut her eyes slightly. You two of you sat in silence for a bit as you twirled you pencil anxiously. After a minute you realised the tears on your cheeks were present and you brought up a fist and began to harshly scrub at your eyes. A soft hand caught your arm and this time the touch didn’t seem to burn as much. Weems guided your hands to her lap as she held them and ran the pad of her thumb over the back of your knuckles gently.

“Darling are you ready to talk?” She asked and when you didn’t respond she softened. “It's ok if you're not-“

“Im fine.” You said and pulled your hands from her grip. “I should probably head to class anyway.” You said and began putting your stuff in your backpack. You felt a hand in your shoulder and stilled.

“Darling, I’m not expecting you to do that right now. Your clearly in need of a break. How about instead of sitting down here in the dark and the cold you come join me in my office. I can make us some hot chocolates and we can talk or just sit in silence, whatever you need love.” She said you felt the tears gather once more on your waterline. Weems brushed a gentle thumb over your cheeks and wiped away the tears.

“Oh darling.” She said softly and opened her arms for a hug. You shuffled into her lap and she wrapped her arms around you holding you tightly. The pressure helped and she seemed to notice.

“If you would like i can order you a weighted blanket for when I’m not available.” She said softly and smiled at the nod she felt against her chest.

“Yes please.” You said in a small voice.

“Alright.” She whispered into your hair and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “Let’s go get some hot chocolate when you're ready.” She said and you began to pull away. She held you closer. “That doesn’t have to be now if thats not what you need.” She said and you nodded again into the lapels of her blazer.

“Now darling. If you ever feel like this i want, you to come to me and we can sort something out for you. However, i must thank you for the exercise, being stuck behind a desk most days usually prevents me from a half hour fanatic search of the school grounds and she gently laud her chin on the top of your head as she felt you laugh slightly into her chest.

“I think I’m ready for that hot chocolate now.” You said softly. “If thats ok.” You added and she slowly unwrapped her arms from you.

“Anytime darling.” She said and helped you to your feet beating you to your backpack and putting it over her shoulder.

“I’d love to see your art sometime if you're ok with that. I love seeing my students' talents shine.” She said and you smiled softly and gently wiped your face to try and look less like you had been crying.

Weems wrapped your hand in hers and led you the short distance to her office. Once inside she set down your bag by the couch and told you to make yourself at home before disappearing into her private quarters and returned a minute later with two steaming mugs of her famous hot chocolate.

You sat in silence sipping the drinks before you set yours down and got ready to speak. The principle followed suit and placed down her own mug and dusted off invisible lint from her lap.

“It just … it all just gets too much sometimes. And i know i should tell someone but i feel like i just need to get out. Like one more second and I’ll snap.” You began and slowly all of the pent-up stress began to pour out into your words. Principle weems sat and listened wordlessly before you finally finished her hands where on your knees.

“I think it’s perfectly alright to be overwhelmed sometimes. And i have an idea. I find i myself often get trapped in my work and negate to listen to what i need. What I propose is…” she said pausing and folding her hands in her lap. “Anytime, and i mean anytime, day or night, you feel like this… you come find me and we take a break together.” She said and you smiled softly. “Do you think you can do that? Hmm save me from my work darling?” She asked with a small smile, and you nodded.

“I guess.” You said playing with your fingers.

“Good.” She nodded and you felt yourself relax further. “Now I’d like you to stay with me for the afternoon, i can see it in your eyes that your tired and i would like to offer you my space to relax. I can assure you it's much nicer than the floor of an older hidden library. Or at least i hope it is.” She joked and you chuckled softly.

“I’ll make us some food as I’m sure you missed lunch and then we can relax and maybe even take a look at your art. From what I’ve seen and been told in passing, you are quite the artist Ms L/n.” She smiled and you ducked your head embarrassed.

She smiled and went to retrieve some food for the two of you.

That afternoon you sat with the principle and snacked whilst she looked through your sketchbook sounding praises at your art and even asking for a commission for her office.

“I need some more colour in here.” She noted and you smiled. For once you decompressed but this time you weren’t alone. And you knew from now on you would have Larissa with you if you ever needed her.

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