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ynbabe · 2 months

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We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader

Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.

A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!

Warnings: curses, lime

y/nl/n

y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮‍💨

Username they're relationship is so important to me actually

username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭

username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!

Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹

olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man

y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love

arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!

y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭

username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅

Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂

arthurleclerc

arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.

username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!

Username he know he wrong for that first photo

Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??

Username bro all capped the my 😭

username mans petty as hell

username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that

username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!

oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!

arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again

y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)

arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰

username mans done with them 😂

You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.

You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.

You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.

You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.

"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.

"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.

He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"

"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.

His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.

"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.

Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.

"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.

He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.

"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.

"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.

"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.

"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.

Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.

You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"

He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.

olliebearman

olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you

Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols

arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN

Username HUH?

username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other

username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.

charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?

y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭

trying something new, thoughts?

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rapunzelbro · 2 months

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The amount of times I have refreshed the angel dust x reader tag----Anywayyyy, I dunno if you do hurt/comfort (if not that's okay please ignore this lol) but here is a idea for a oneshot! GN!reader x angel dust where they're in a secret relationship because he's trying to protect you at all cost from his boss (reader can know about his situation or not its up to you!) but Valentino somehow found out about it and is pissed about it. You can use creative freedom to fill in the angst parts and whatever happens next, but please make it have a happy ending ^^

Imagine being in a Secret Relationship with Angel

Omg yeah I can! I wish there were more too so haha I shall provide I suppose. This is uh. Super angst. But I promise it’ll be a happy ending lmao I promise. Thank you for requesting. Just a reminder yall my requests are still open! Just give as much details and I’ll make it happen. Anywho enjoy!

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Being in a relationship with Angel Dust wasn’t often easy, Well at first that is.

When you first met Angel he always had his guard up, on some sort of drug at all times, and pushed serious conversations aside with Sexual remarks to drop the conversation entirely

So when you were able to actually break his walls months later, it was honestly a shock to you. Because damn was he stubborn. Honestly you didn’t think it would be possible

He started telling you small things about himself after the first month of letting his walls down, introducing you to Fat nuggets, and watching movies with you.

After the third month, he tells you his real name is Anthony. You said it suits him and you swear you see him blush

The fourth month is when you ask him out. He is super hesitant on accepting, but you don’t push him for an answer, he later comes in your room

“Y/N.. I.. I want to say yes, but I’m so terrified ya know? I just can’t I don’t know what would happen”

“Why would you be terrified?”

He tells you everything. Everything about the man who tears him apart, the man who hurts him on the daily.

He is trying to hard to explain how terrified he is of you getting hurt, and all you can do is gently take his hands as you look at him

“Angel, nothing will happen, no one needs to know but us. If you’re scared still, I get that, I’ve been there before. But I’m not scared of that prick, and he won’t find out okay?”

He finally makes eye contact with you and he begins to calm down, hugging you as you two just sit in silence before he quietly responds

“Then, I accept”

It’s months after that when he introduced you to his Best friend Cherri. You two are super hesitant about telling her, but you eventually decide to.

She’s super super happy for you two but don’t think she won’t get super protective

Will pull you aside at the club when Angel isn’t there

“If you hurt Angel you and I are going to have a problem okay? You break his heart I break you”

Yeah she scared the fuck out of you for that. Angel never did find out about your conversation.

It’s been almost a year of hiding your relationship when it suddenly begins to turn sour

The calls from Valentino, get more frequent, more violent on the phone.

Angel comes back to the hotel limping, bruised and bloody

You practically sprint and grab him, carrying him to his room take care of him the best you can, talk to him when he is ready, or be a shoulder to cry on.

Angel doesn’t know why Valentino is being more violent, he didn’t do anything wrong, he kept your relationship so quiet that it was basically impossible for him to know about you two

Except Valentino did find out. He heard Angel talking in his dressing room to you, he investigated throughly after Angel said I love you, to you.

Valentino got Vox to look at the cameras around Hell, he saw you two together. You don’t hold hands at all, not in public, if it wasn’t for that phone call, he wouldn’t of thought anything of it

“That little whore is going to fucking pay”

You and Angel are at Val’s bar after Angel reassured you he wouldn’t be there. You two are talking when Angel stands up to grab you more shots

That’s when Valentino appears, gun pressed up to the back of your head

“I Wouldn’t move an inch if you want to live perra tonta~”

You’re absolutely frozen as can be. You don’t move a bit as he leans closer to you

“I have all eyes on you, I know you’re with Angel Dust, you’re fucking with my property. Now here’s how things are going to go down tonight if you want your precious Angel Cakes to live. You’re going to break up with him, and stay the FUCK away from him. Do I make myself clear?”

You are silent visibly shaking as he presses the gun harder as he becomes impatient with you

“Do I make myself clear!”

He sounds absolutely pissed as you quickly nod your head frantically

“Perfect, now fucking leave”

You don’t have time to explain to Angel Dust but you leave before he makes it back with your shots, Valentino is no where to be found.

“Y/n? Where did you go” “Amore mio?”

You didn’t reply to his texts, you didn’t know what to do, you were trapping yourself in your room.

You were in a panicked state as the tears just didn’t seem to stop, nothing made sense, you two were so so careful? How did you fuck up?

Angel knocked at your door. No answer. He knocked again before he eventually used the spare key you gave him, which you forgot about

Angel instantly rushed over to you when he saw you crying, which caused you to flinch

He instantly froze in his tracks when he saw you flinch, concern building

“Y/N what happened.. why are you crying”

You are struggling through sobs as you explain what happened, Angel is so fucking pissed he can hardly contain it but has to for you, he just listens as he sits next to you

“Amore mio, i shouldn’t of I left you alone I’m so sorry. I don’t know how that asshole found out but I’m not fucking this relationship up because of him”

“But he will kill me”

“Sweetie, there’s a thing called acting you know, all we have to do is play the part, pretty easy for me, as you’ve seen.”

He takes your hands with a slight smirk

“I’m not letting him fuck this up okay? Who cares what he thinks? Val is literally blind as shit, I’m surprised he even knew it was you. Probably had to have someone point you out to him”

Yeah that made you laugh, which Angel was thankful for.

For then on, you two had your ‘breakup’. You were never seen in public together, or not without disguises. You had most dates alone at the hotel together

You weren’t letting the one good thing to happen end because of a stupid fucking moth

And he wasn’t going to either.

Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel @saitisfied @the--rebel--fae @mcueveryday @rainbowbunny15 @molarloo

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steddieas-shegoes · 11 months

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Request: actor Steve??? Singer Eddie at the grammy's??? Eddie's band winning a Grammy & Eddie proposing to Steve accidentally in his speech???? & Steve crying and nodding yes but he is in tears & can't stand up??? Ok but then at the Oscars Steve actually proposes on stage because he had broken his leg & Eddie helped him on stage. But his proposal is the same as Eddie's because he also asks during his speech & Eddie cries and they get engaged again ❤️❤️❤️❤️

BABYYYYYY!!! NOT ONE, BUT TWO MARRIAGE PROPOSALS?! YES! PLEASE! I love the idea of Steve being prepared to propose to Eddie, has a whole plan, and then Eddie gets so emotional when he wins a Grammy that he does it before Steve gets a chance. Steve CANNOT be outdone, so obviously he does it too. We love love! - Mickala ❤️

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Somehow, against every odd, Eddie Munson made it.

Corroded Coffin, through hard work and a pinch of luck, were nominated for a Grammy.

They’d spent years climbing their way to the top (hard work) and finally got signed to a huge record deal when an agent saw them opening for a metal band at a festival (pinch of luck).

Their first album broke records in ways that hadn’t been seen since Metallica stepped onto the scene.

Their first tour sold out in minutes.

Their second album had a lot of hype to live up to, and according to the Grammy nomination, it far surpassed the expectations.

He hated that Steve couldn’t walk the carpet with him, but he was happy he was waiting inside with all the significant others of the band.

Probably already drinking wine and champagne. Maybe even shots.

Dammit, Eddie hated walking the carpet.

Steve was a fun drunk, but he was even more fun when he’d only had a couple. His filter shut off, but he wasn’t quite at the point of bitchy. He was silly.

Steve was rarely silly.

Fun, funny, happy.

But never really silly.

Not like Eddie was.

But after a couple drinks? Downright clownish.

Eddie tried to rush through the remaining interviews, and the guys could tell, throwing him shocked looks. Eddie loved the spotlight, so it probably was a little shocking.

When they got inside, they were stopped by just about everyone who lived on planet Earth.

Eddie was ready to grab Steve and run.

Fuck the Grammy.

But he couldn’t do that. This was a possibly once in a lifetime thing. Wayne was watching at home even though he “doesn’t have time to watch those stupid awards.”

If they did win, Eddie had to give a speech, they had to go to afterparties, he had to fuck Steve against the window in their hotel room.

He shook his head, trying to clear it of any of those thoughts. Now wasn’t the time.

He walked into the main room, suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd and the vast expanse of tables and seating and stage area in front of him.

He caught a glimpse of Steve at a table not too far away, laughing at something Jeff’s wife, Amy, was saying. She’d almost skipped tonight, her pregnancy far enough along that getting all dressed up didn’t sound remotely appealing. But then she’d heard Steve was going, and she’d called her sister to alter her dress immediately.

Gareth’s fiancé, Sam, was sitting away from everyone, still not sure of her place in the group. They’d had a bit of a whirlwind romance, and Eddie would be more worried if Sam wasn’t completely head over heels in love with Gareth in high school first. But she’d only just met everyone a month ago, and this was the first public event she attended with everyone. She was visibly nervous.

Grant’s wife, Savannah, was clearly trying to make conversation with everyone.

And Eddie knew that Steve and Amy weren’t purposefully making it harder, but they certainly weren’t making things easy for her.

They were laughing so much, he couldn’t even be sure they were laughing at something.

He sidled up to Steve’s side, plopping down in the empty chair to his right.

“Eddie! Amy’s here!” Steve smacked his arm excitedly.

He was at least three wines in.

“I see that, sweetheart. Hi, Amy.”

“Hey, Eddie. He’s drinking for two,” Amy smiled fondly as Steve took another sip of wine.

“And she’s eating for two!” Steve said as he reached out to touch her belly. “I can’t believe I don’t get to have your babies, Eds.”

Eddie snorted. Amy let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sure we can give it our best shot later tonight,” Eddie whispered in his ear, smirking to himself when he saw Steve shiver.

They all continued chatting, occasionally getting interrupted by guests: producers, musicians, agents, even some kids who were big fans.

When the show started, Steve was drifting. He’d had maybe one too many, and he’d reached the sleepy part of wine drunk a lot sooner than he should’ve. Maybe because he barely slept last night. Maybe because Eddie fucked him in the shower and the couch and the bed, and then woke him up early to fuck him on the counter before he had to leave for an interview with Good Morning America. He was tired.

Eddie was tired too, but he was used to a lot of late nights and early mornings over the last couple of years.

Plus, he was running on so much adrenaline at the thought of winning a Grammy, he was pretty sure he could stay awake for another 12 hours.

Steve’s head rested against Eddie’s shoulder, his hand entangled in Eddie’s.

For seven years, Steve’s been his biggest fan, his person, his everything.

And for three years before that, he was his best friend.

He was there at grungy bars, outdoor festivals in rain or shine, that one fundraising event at the mall that was a total disaster. He was front row at their first opening gig for a Midwest metal band, and front row at their opening gig for Ghost. He was backstage for their first headlining tour, in the studio when they recorded their first and second albums, and on the tour bus when he could miss work.

It only made sense that he was here for this.

He wanted him here for everything.

This wasn’t the first time he’d thought that, probably not even the hundredth. He’d wanted to marry Steve for years.

But Steve was focused on building his own career, and Eddie insisted that he do what he wanted to do no matter what Eddie did with his career.

It meant a lot of time apart, a lot of FaceTiming at weird hours of the day or night because it’s the only time their schedules would sync up, a lot of missing each other.

But they believed in their relationship the same way they believed in each other, and they kept making it work.

He had a ring. He bought it years ago. Wayne had it so Steve wouldn’t find it, but they’d already planned on him taking it with him on his next stop in Hawkins.

He let himself relax a bit. Had a glass of wine, then champagne, and a beer. Their category was almost the last of the night, so they were able to relax for a while.

Steve knew a lot of people in the industry because of his acting career, but he’d made it very clear tonight was about Eddie to anyone who tried to talk to him.

The night was long, longer than Eddie could really handle.

His nerves were through the roof and Steve had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

When their category was announced, Eddie nudged him awake gently.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m either about to be a Grammy winner or get a lot of great sympathy sex from you,” Eddie whispered in his ear as a camera guy settled in front of their table to get their reactions.

Steve was suddenly wide awake, the realization that this could be one of the biggest moments of their lives making him grip Eddie’s hand like a lifeline.

“And the winner for Best Metal Album is…” the announcer paused for dramatic effect. “Corroded Coffin with Reanimate!”

The whole room was cheering, but their table was going wild.

Steve jumped up the moment they said Corroded Coffin, jumping up and down and pulling Eddie up on his feet.

The next minute was a blur as they made their way to the stage, his boys surrounding him and clapping each other on the back excitedly.

They’d all worked hard for this, dealt with endless bullying in high school because their music was different, fought through the struggle of trying to appease bar owners and small town festival organizers with “softer” music so they could get in front of the right people. They spent thousands of dollars they realistically didn’t have to travel to places where metal was more welcome.

They had to take out personal loans to get studio time to record a demo and send it in to every record company they could think of.

Steve gave them 25% of his inheritance to buy their first tour bus because “it’s a good investment, and it’ll save money on hotels and eating out.”

When they got to the stage, Eddie realized that he’d have to speak.

Shit.

He’d kind of prepared a speech, but he also didn’t want to get his hopes up too much so he’d just let it go.

“Uh, wow. Okay. Thank you guys so much!” He started. He could just barely see the faces of everyone at their table, but Steve’s beaming smile was enough. “I didn’t prepare much other than that because I just didn’t think we would win. I know we’re talented and we work hard, but this is the biggest award you can win in the music industry and we still have a long way to go to really feel like we can even be in the same room as most of these talented musicians.”

He was killing it!

“I need to thank these guys up here with me, all the guys who work with us in the studio, everyone who makes tour possible, my Uncle Wayne, who probably is crying but won’t admit it when I talk to him later.” Everyone laughed. “But I have to thank Steve more than anything. I think the guys would agree he’s been the guy there for us through everything. He’s not just my boyfriend, he’s our first and biggest fan. Sorry to all the wives and future wife at our table.” More laughter. “I don’t know where we’d be without him, but I really don’t think I’d be who I am if not for the way he loves me, the way he’s always loved me. Even when it’s hard, even when we go months without being able to see each other, we find ways to make us work. We keep doing the damn thing even when the damn thing is hard. I didn’t plan to do this tonight, and Wayne is gonna kill me, but Stevie, sweetheart, I can’t go another day without knowing. Will you marry me?”

The room erupted into cheers, the guys on stage jumping up and down. He saw the camera guy zooming in on Steve’s reaction as they broadcast it on a screen by the stage.

But Eddie didn’t need the screen. He could see the tears streaming down Steve’s face as he cried, his smile bigger than life as he nodded.

“He said yes!” Jeff yelled.

The crowd cheered louder as Eddie handed the Grammy award to Gareth and ran down the stairs back to his table.

Steve jumped into his arms, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Eddie’s hands immediately went to his thighs to support him, and Steve’s hands cupped his face.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Steve sobbed out.

“I can’t believe I haven’t done it earlier,” Eddie responded.

They kissed in front of the hundreds of people here and the possibly millions watching at home.

It was one of the best kisses they’d ever shared. The room around them went quiet, at least to them, as their lips moved against each other passionately, but with a gentleness they rarely had with each other anymore.

They pulled apart after a few more seconds, foreheads resting against each other as they caught their breath.

Eddie gently let Steve down, using his thumbs to wipe away some of his tears and giving him a beaming smile.

“Wayne’s got the ring. I have a feeling he’ll be making us come for a visit very soon so I’ll put it on you then,” Eddie whispered.

The rest of the band had trickled back to the table to collect him for post-win interviews backstage, but he couldn’t go without one more kiss.

Steve gave it willingly, always giving love in whatever way he could.

“Okay, I gotta go answer some questions. We’ll be quick,” he said with one more kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Love you. So proud of you,” Steve said as he pulled away.

“Love you so much!”

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Steve’s engagement ring glistened in the spotlight hitting their table at the Oscars.

The Oscars.

Steve Harrington, almost Munson, was sitting at the Oscars because he was nominated for two awards: Best Actor in a Drama and Best Actor in a Comedy.

Eddie was sitting next to him, somehow more nervous here than he was at the Grammys.

His leg hadn’t stopped bouncing up and down since they sat down 20 minutes ago. The other people at the table were luckily good friends and didn’t think anything of his anxiety.

Eddie never got nervous before shows, or interviews, or photoshoots, or even his award shows. But when it came to Steve, he was a nervous wreck.

Before auditions, before appearances, before red carpets. He was on edge whether he was with him or not.

Tonight was no different.

They’d had incredibly busy schedules after the Grammys, only seeing each once over the last three months. But Eddie had told his manager nearly six months ago that he would not miss this for any reason, that Steve supported him at all of his big events, and he wasn’t going to ask permission to support his fiance, he just was.

Except it turned into more of Steve supporting him as the night wore on, the realization that Steve could very well win both categories keeping Eddie strung out.

It was actually a little cute.

The comedy category was first, and he had tough competition. Anytime you’re going against people like Jonah Hill and the people at Disney you have to be ready to lose.

And he did lose. Well, Eddie kept saying “it’s not a loss, it’s just not a win”, which was really the same thing.

But Steve wasn’t as upset as he expected to be. Comedy wasn’t really his forte, he’d only done a handful of comedy movies and shows over the last few years, and none of them were major roles.

It was the drama he cared about.

He’d put his heart and soul into this film. It was regarded as the breakthrough queer film of the year, up for enough awards tonight to be considered an Oscar Sweep.

He never would have gotten here if not for the man next to him, so he could handle his nerves easily.

“Drama is next,” Eddie breathed out, his hand squeezing Steve’s knee.

“I know, baby.”

“What if you win? Oh my god, what if you don’t? No, no. You’ll win. This is your best work. Seriously, don’t know why I would ever think you wouldn’t.”

Steve smirked as the announcer started saying all the nominees’ names.

The camera focused on him was probably capturing a lot of Eddie’s mumbling under his breath, but luckily they weren’t mic’d up so it would be easy to explain away.

“The winner for Best Actor in a Drama…Steve Harrington!”

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Steve I can’t feel my legs, I can’t feel them. Or my arms. I think I might black out, oh my god,” Eddie immediately turned to him with tears in his eyes.

“Baby, I need you to help me on stage. My leg’s broken, remember?”

And that was a pain in the ass. His last role required some stunts and Steve was an idiot and insisted on trying one for himself. It didn’t go well and he’s lucky it was just a broken leg.

Steve kissed Eddie’s lips softly, quickly, to get him to focus.

“Right! Okay,” Eddie stood up and held his arm out for Steve, who was using a single crutch to get around this evening instead of two. “Off we go!”

Steve giggled, and nodded at people clapping as they passed them on their way to the stage. Eddie was so busy looking ahead, trying to get him to the final destination safely, he missed the announcer making a joke about Steve earning the drama award by breaking his leg.

When they got on stage, Steve stood at the mic while Eddie stood at the side of the stage. He was crying, much like Steve had when he got his Grammy award.

“Sorry for taking my sweet time. As you can see, I thought I was able to do what stunt actors do and forgot that they’re actually very in shape and talented.” The room laughed. “Hey, no laughing, I didn’t win in comedy.” More laughter, louder this time. “I have to thank everyone who worked on this film; It’s truly one of those films that will continue to change lives. It was the most difficult job I have ever had, and I am so grateful for everyone who gave me the chance to prove that I could do it. I’d like to thank all my kiddos, who aren’t kiddos anymore, for all yelling at me in the group chat when I almost turned this down because I didn’t think I could do it. My agent, who goes through a lot of amazing opportunities but always manages to find the perfect one.” Steve looked over at Eddie and let himself finally tear up a little. “And Eddie. Can’t forget that guy. My support, literally.” He saw Eddie snort out a laugh between his tears. “Would not be standing here without him and not just because he had to walk me up here. Every time I thought about giving up, he made me go to one more audition or read one more script. Every time I’ve not gotten an offer I really wanted, he’s been there to remind me that there’s something better coming along. Like this one. I’d been turned down for a show I really wanted the same day I sent in the audition tapes for this role. I cried for hours on the phone with Eddie and he told me, I’ll never forget his exact words, ‘You’re meant for better and better will find you.’ And it did. But the best is you, baby. You’re the better that is at the beginning and end of all my days. I could never work again and I’d still be the happiest guy in the world because you’re mine and you want me just as much as I want you. Eight years ago, I was closeted, telling myself that the way I felt when my best friend hugged me was just because he was my best friend. Now, I’m winning an Oscar for playing a queer man in a deeply moving film about finding love for yourself even when love from others isn’t an option. I’m marrying you, that best friend who probably knew exactly what he was doing when he hugged me. And I know I’m wearing your engagement ring, and we’ve already set a date and picked the cake, but I feel like I should ask. Eddie, you’re the only one who gets me at my best, and you also get me at my worst and still love me anyway. Will you marry me?”

He watched as Eddie’s brain ran through a million options at once, finally settling on joining him at the microphone.

He pulled him against his chest, hand against the back of his head.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes. Fuck, yes,” Eddie sobbed out.

The crowd was cheering, and the cameras were circling around the stage getting every angle of the moment that they could.

“Next time you’re on this stage accepting an award, you’ll be Steve Munson,” Eddie teased.

“It’s got a nice ring to it,” Steve said against his shoulder.

They pulled apart enough to kiss, much like they did at the Grammys: soft, passionate, but slow.

“Do you have a secret ring hiding at Wayne’s too?”

“No, no ring. Just wanted to show the world I love you as much as you love me.”

“Oh, so it’s to show off. Got it,” Eddie poked him in the side, smirking when he laughed. “Get your trophy before they kick us off the stage.”

Steve grabbed his award, waved to the crowd with one final thank you, and let Eddie help him off the stage.

They were getting married in three months, honeymooning in four. They’d just bought their first house together, spent the last seven years renting apartments wherever life took them. They started talking about taking a break after Corroded Coffin’s next tour and Steve’s next movie so they could start a family.

They had so much to look forward to.

But most importantly, they had the backseat of a limo entirely to themselves on the way back to the hotel.

If they left a $500 tip for cleaning after, it was their business.

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He Called Her a Fairy | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was always too heartbreaking to say goodbye to Y/N. However, that parting was worth going through to meet again.

Warning: hurt/comfort, angsty

Word Count: 1 004

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: It's been a while! Thank you for continuing to read my stories, it truly motivates me to keep writing. I hope you'll enjoy this a bit moody but in a way cosy story with our golden boy ♡

Six months away from the loved ones was not a joke. Luke was always certain he’d get used to it eventually. Sure, it wasn’t easy, but over time he adapted to the new changes, even the most difficult ones. At teenage age Luke thought he’d never be able to ignore hate comments, but there he was. Of course, it still annoyed him, not as much as when he was starting a career of a musician, though. Yet, every time it was tough, almost unbearable, to leave home. No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was just too heartbreaking to say goodbye to her. He hated it, truly.

The very first time, when they had to experience it, was, probably, the hardest. The musician refused to say goodbye and mumbled a short "I’ll text you at the airport". Luke was scared to think even for a slight second that it’d be their last time seeing each other. Maybe for someone it’d sound overdramatic, but the problem was that it did happen in the past. Just few months were enough for a partner to message him "we aren’t working any longer" and "it’s better to break up". Squeezing Y/N in the arms and trying to memorise her perfume, Luke barely kept a phrase "please, wait for me" to himself.

"It will pass quickly," she promised, being cheerful as much as she could, although once Luke left that door, Y/N burst into tears. The girl trusted her boyfriend, and the tears were not a reflection of doubts about him or their relationship, no. It was only an expression of bitter sadness because of the simple fact that they wouldn’t be able to see each other for quite some time.

LA looked a little bit alien. The flight was long and tedious. Usually Luke couldn’t sleep normally on planes, but the last few concerts were so exhausting that the whole fight back home he spent dozing off constantly. Even when his bandmates woke him up, saying they finally landed, the golden boy needed a minute or two to figure out where he was and what actually happened. And then it came as a wave – six months had passed. He was finally home.

It was the middle of the night, and Luke begged Y/N not to bother with driving to the airport. Even thought it could be romantic, in reality it was more of a torture for a public person. His girl was waiting at home. She did have a second thought to make a surprise at the airport, however, Luke was right, and there was no need to take a risk. The musician was too tired to deal with paparazzi as well.

Luke didn’t exactly remember how he ended up next to the entrance, waiting for Y/N to open the door. He was sleepy the whole way there, however, realising he was going to see her after six month being apart, it awakened goosebumps all over his body. The butterflies raised in the stomach once again. Suddenly, he felt cold, terrified by a pessimistic thought of her not being there. Or her, preparing a speech how she was not ready for that type of relationship, for that kind of difficulties. But ones Y/N opened the door, she jumped on Luke, cuddling softly, and the guy, lifting her from the floor, lost it, sobbing like a child and smelling her perfume, always the same, always so special.

"Baby…" Y/N had promised herself she wouldn’t cry when she’d see him, but as the girl heard a quiet sob, she couldn’t hold hers, too.

"Please, don’t go," the musician mumbled, letting out a phrase he had been holding since the day he left for the tour. Luke kept those words to himself, being scared they’d be prophetic, but at that moment the guy knew he had nothing to worry about. She was there. She was with him…

"What are you talking about? I won’t go anywhere," Y/N rested a palm on his cheek, smiling and glancing at Luke’s blue eyes. "You look so tired… You’ll eat and then have a rest, okay? You need to sleep a lot now, in few days it’ll get bett–"

"Hush, just kiss me," Luke chuckled, not being able to believe that the girl decided to give him recommendations how to survive jet lag. Him, travelling the world since he was a teenager! But that’s why he loved Y/N so much. She was caring from the very beginning, it was so unfamiliar and almost strange to him at first. The girl was never "too much"; Y/N always knew when Luke needed her and when he needed time alone. The musician called her a fairy, meaning Y/N certainly had magical powers, knowing him that well. "A witch" was too offensive by his taste, it didn’t suit the girl. She was a fragile soul that for some reason found a safe place in him. Luke couldn’t find the right words to express how actually thankful he was to her for choosing him. Him, with all the problems and flaws. Y/N would only laugh when he’d say that she was perfect. The girl would repeat that no one was, but that what was special about both of them.

"When you love someone, even flaws become favourites. I can get annoyed when you chew loudly, but when you were gone… Every time I had breakfast alone, it was too quiet," Y/N admitted, patting his golden hair.

Luke couldn’t get enough of her, so after late dinner, they lied together on a couch, and he cuddled Y/N tight, resting a head on her shoulder. The guy already warned that he wasn’t planning to let her go any time soon, but it’s not like Y/N was complaining. She didn’t mind a little battle who of them was more affectionate. And the silly competition has just begun.

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Eleven.

Huge thanks as always to my little devoted audience! This chapter brings us into part two of the story, aptly entitled Siege. You'll soon see why.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,564

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

After such an idyllic start to married life, absconded to the privacy of their upstate home, reality had to hit eventually. When it did, it took them both by surprise, just how invested the media had become in the details of their whirlwind romance and marriage.

They’d thought they might’ve gotten away with it, but in the age of every single cell phone across the world now coming equipped with a camera, privacy was no longer guaranteed. Theirs had been sold to a major publication from a passerby who’d witnessed them leaving city hall hand in hand, very obviously having just gotten married.

It wasn’t the way they’d wanted their families to find out, but sadly, it had been. While they’d been busy enjoying their first day together as husband and wife, ignoring their phones, the news had blown up all over the internet.

Their missed calls lists were extensive.

“I guess it had to catch up with us eventually, baby,” Jade spoke, wrapping her arm around his waist as she towel dried her hair, all bath fresh. Bath fresh and blissed out, after being treated to sub-aqua orgasms in the huge tub courtesy of her husband.

He nodded, placing a kiss atop her head. “Family first, then publicists. I’m advising no comment, because it isn’t anybody’s business but ours. I’ll talk about my marriage in my own time or not at all.”

While he wandered outside, Jade took a seat on the couch in the vast kitchen, the only place downstairs that was inhabitable enough to do so, ready to call her parents. As soon as she heard her mother, it had stung her heart, Gemma very upset not to have been notified that her eldest was to be married, having to pass Jade over to her father while she had a little cry.

“You’ve driven mommy in the direction of the wine,” he chimed, Jade closing her eyes and groaning.

“I guessed as much,” she winced, sighing. “I’m so sorry, dad. The last thing I wanted was for you guys to be upset.” God, how he knew that. At her core, his daughter was nothing but kind, hating to think she was the cause of somebody else’s pain.

“To be brutally honest, kid, I can’t say I blame you,” he began while taking a seat in his favourite armchair, tired beyond words after a performing a lengthy coronary bypass procedure earlier that day. “If it had been foreplaned, something along the chain of all the preparation that goes into a wedding likely would have been leaked, you’d have ended up being hounded by paparazzi, and it would have spoiled your day. Remember back when Madonna married Sean Penn? Those poor kids had choppers flying overhead during the ceremony, trying to get pictures. Absolute circus.”

She’d have been lying if she’d said it hadn’t entered her head, that their decision to marry at a moment’s notice didn’t come with the added advantage of extreme privacy, with nobody but themselves and the lovely city hall staff knowing. Not that it had lasted too long, though.

“Yeah, it had that advantage. I hate that mum is upset now though. We ran that risk, not telling anyone, but if we had of told people then it would have snowballed, telling the parents, and then I’d have wanted to have told Jen, Adrien his buddy Lewis, too. Kind of better keeping it simple, innit?”

“I hear you, monkey. I do.” Monkey. He’d called her that ever since she’d learned to walk, and subsequently climb. She’d spent a good sixty percent of her childhood scaling the trees in their local park back in London. “Don’t worry about mommy, I’ll talk her down. Listen, it isn’t like you can’t do something in the future too, have a little ceremony for the families and all your friends.”

“Yes, we said we wanted to do that eventually, when our schedules calm down.”

Steven hummed a soft laugh. “So, I can expect an invitation in around twenty thirteen, then?”

While Jade had chatted with her dad a little longer, Adrien had a much more successful reaction from his mother, thankfully. Lois had been nothing but thrilled, telling him it was beautiful and insane, but that she was very happy for them. Patrick had a few of his own thoughts, too.

“Now, who are you, and what have you done with my sensible, level-headed son, hmm?” he asked, sounded mildly entertained. “Running off with rockstars and getting hitched. Are you a super groupie now, son? Is this where we’re at? Pamela Des Barres will be interviewing you for her next book, I feel.”

“Fuck you.”

Patrick threw his head back, booming a laugh. “Oh, now, now. There will be less of that hostility, my boy.” Taking a seat in his lounge (they had two, one his and one Lois’s) he reached for his gin, resting his feet up on the coffee table. “Was there a specific reason to the speed of this? Inquiring minds wish to know.”

“When you know, you know,” he shrugged, his bare feet hitting the grass as he walked from the patio steps out onto the lawn. “It just felt right.”

His father smiled, adjusting his glasses. “I trust your intuition, son. I must say, in lieu of actually meeting the woman for myself, I have endeavoured to become acquainted with her. She is a truly fascinating juxtapose, from what I have garnered while watching her on stage and being interviewed. Jade is both the storm and the eye, a truly unique individual.”

It never failed to impress him, just how perceptive his father was, with how astute he’d always been at reading people. “She is, yeah. You’re right. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“I too look forward to this, very much so. If you two are free this weekend, perhaps your mother and I could venture up?” he suggested, picking at the label on the side of a new book he’d purchased earlier that day.

“Can’t, I’m afraid,” he lamented, “I’ve got to head to London for publicity, so we’re getting that done and then spending a few days at Jade’s house over there, then we have an event in Paris, then we’re home for about three days before she’s heading to Montreal to film for a month and a half.”

“The rigours of the job,” he chuckled, “well, let’s hope you can pencil us in at some point soonish.”

It was easier said than done, truly. “I’ll check my schedule and hers, and we’ll see what we can come up with.”

“Appreciated. I’m very happy for you, by the way, Adrien. You sound content.”

“I am,” he smiled, looking back at the house, seeing Jade still talking on the phone. “She makes me a happy man.”

"Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife,” his father spoke warmly, Adrien pulling out his cigarettes and lighting one up.

“Is that a Patrick Brody original musing?”

“Franz Schubert. I thought it to be quite fitting.”

It was.

After finishing his cigarette, he headed back inside, sitting with Jade while looking at their schedules in the calendar apps on their phones.

“So, for the next twelve months, we have a grand total accumulated time of eleven weeks with one another.” It wasn’t even full weeks either, save three over the Christmas period, and ten days in late summer. The rest were pinpointed days where they both would be home at the same time, Jade sighing as she leaned against him. “Twenty eleven looks good for you, though. You have one project to film, but I’ll be locked in the fucking studio out on the west coast for the first eight weeks while we record.”

“There’s nothing stopping me coming out there with you when you do?” Leaning back on the couch, he put his phone down, pulling her against his chest. “It’ll be hard, but we’ll make it work.” They had no choice but to, the album, and then seven months of touring scheduled for twenty eleven, and two further months to get them around Europe in the first months of twenty twelve.

With the success of their last album and demand for ticket sales, the girls would be switching up a gear, the demand to see them live so great that they’d already been informed by their management team that the next tour would be shorter, playing at arenas.

The idea both delighted and terrified Jade.

She had just over a year to panic about that, though, her first priority being more focused on her private life and enjoying her time with her brand-new husband all she could. It wasn’t without its issues, though. All of them external.

“You have got to be fucking joking me,” Jade spoke, her body stiffening as they approached the main doors at Gatwick airport, the entrance rammed full of photographers.

Adrien felt her muscles all tighten, his hand sliding to grasp hers. “It’s okay, baby love. There’re worse things than having your picture taken, even though it’s annoying when there’s that damned many of them.”

She’d been hoping it would be different, the press intrusion usually way less ferocious in England than it was back in America, but she realised that wasn’t the case as the flickering of many flashes almost blinded her on exit of the airport, their driver holding the door of the waiting Range Rover open for them to jump straight in, ignoring all questions thrown at them on their way.

“Thank fuck for window tints,” she muttered, clipping her seatbelt in, resting her head to his shoulder.

He placed a kiss on her head, hand clutching hers again. “It’ll die down. Promise. You feeling okay with it, though? I know all of this is somewhat new for you, at least to this degree.”

It was so on brand for him, to check in with how she felt, ever conscious over her wellbeing. “I’m still baffled that so many people are invested in our life, but I’m okay. Ish. I just don’t like intrusion to this magnitude, but you’re right. It’ll die down once us being married becomes old news. Come on, Britney. Do something scandalous and take the attention away from us.”

He laughed softly at her comment, both then looking to their phones and catching up with missed messages during the flight. While she was there supporting him through his small publicity venture, she had some engagements of her own to fulfil, arranging with her management to be interviewed by a well-known rock radio station there in London.

After checking it at the hotel and kissing Adrien within an inch of his life, she headed straight back out to the waiting car, being ferried across the city to the radio station headquarters, being greeted warmly by everyone she encountered once she’d reached the third floor.

Her interview was being conducted by Sam Riley, a radio DJ and rock journalist she had a very good rapport with, the lady herself coming to give her a big hug prior to going live, also presenting her with a massive, gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

“I have way too much respect to say anything while we’re on the air, but I just wanted to give you these with my warmest congratulations,” Sam spoke, handing her the flowers. “I hope you’ll both be very happy together.

“Oh, Sam,” she cooed softly, leaning around the blooms to kiss her cheek. “Thank you so much, my darling.” If there was one set of people in the rock and metal world who respected her without question, it was the other women in it with her. As for Adrien, he was asked point blank at the end of his first interview, but in a way that didn’t prickle him, so gave a respectful answer to the respectfully delivered question.

“While I’m not content to speak of my private life in any great detail, I will confirm that yes, we got married. We’re very happy, and out of respect for my wife and our privacy, that’s all I have to say.”

He made a note to his publicist to forward on to any other journalists that he wasn’t willing to be further quizzed on his private life at that time, only prepared to speak about it on his own terms. The two days they spent in London flew by, and before they knew it, Jade was driving them up the M25, Buckinghamshire bound.

The property itself was set upon many acres of land, a huge, dark wood gate bridging the gap between the high surrounding wall, ensuring them all the privacy they could want. Keying in the code on the pad, Jade shifted the car back into gear as the gates slowly opened, revealing a tree lined driveway.

“Woah, this place is gorgeous!” he exclaimed as the house aptly named Lakeside came into view, turning to see Jade looked very happy to be home.

“Isn’t it nice?” she smiled, turning her white Range Rover into the space outside of the double garage, feeling thankful it wasn’t a rental she had to worry about returning, her assistant having it driven down to London for her the day before. “I really wanted something much older, but I’m glad I went with a newer build. My friend Pamela who I told you about, she bought the other house I was looking at over on the other side of village and she’s had untold issues with it, being pretty much all original from when it was built in sixteen twenty.”

It never ceased to blow his mind, just how old the buildings were in England, stunned when Jade had told him that the local village pub dated back to the fourteen hundreds. “And how old is this place?”

“Built in nineteen eleven.” Nearly a hundred years old, and she still referred to it as a newer build. Insane. Inside, he fell in love with it, noting how they both had very similar tastes over architecture and interiors, Jade’s taste a little darker in the colours she preferred, the brilliant white welcome hall peeling off to a dark blue lounge, a deep, olive-green library and a claret red games room. The kitchen was down a level, the house built on a hillside, the back doors opening out into a sprawling garden, the stable block accessible from a side path.

After they’d put their stuff down and furnished themselves with coffee, the horses were her first port of call.

“There’s my boy!” she called with joy, watching the head of a huge grey horse shoot up, making soft whickering noises from his velvety muzzle. “Be careful, he’s a little man aggressive.”

“Oh, that’s Dante, huh?” He’d been informed before about the horse who had an issue with men he didn’t know, only still mildly tolerating Bob, her estate manager who looked after him and the other steeds.

“He is, yeah. Just keep back a few steps, because he lunges sometimes if he feels threatened.”

He kept a distance, Jade unbolting the stable door and throwing her arms around his neck, patting his big shoulders and scratching his mane.

“How are you, big fella? Awww, look at this beautiful face. I missed you; shall we go for a nice, long gallop in the morning, hmm?”

Seeing her around animals was witnessing Jade in her natural habitat, Adrien well used to it at that point. If there was ever a cat on the street back in Manhattan, she had to stop and pet it, or if she saw a cute dog, the same approach was taken.

The giant of a horse then noticed him, taking a few steps forward, reaching his long neck over the stable door to sniff. Adrien remained still, slowly bringing his hand up to scratch the side of his face, Dante accepting it completely.

“I think your person has overplayed your evil, Dante,” he spoke, the horse then attempting to get into his coffee. “No, you can’t have this. It’s hot, you’ll burn yourself.” Looking away from the horse who was leaning into the scratch beneath his forelock, Adrien snorted a soft laugh. “What’s with that face, Moo?”

“He doesn’t do this!” she exclaimed, standing there stunned, her mouth dropped open. “He hates men, all men. Seriously! It took Bob three weeks to even be able to go into his stable without being bitten to death!”

“What’s his beef with guys?” he asked, holding the cup away again when Dante persisted. “Nope, still hot.”

“He was abused in his last home by a man, neglected, too.”

“What asshole did that to you, huh, pal?” he asked, laughing softly as the horse sniffed and nibbled his hair. “I’ll get ‘em.” As it turned out, all her other horses had been saved in some form or another. The next in the row of stables was Beckie, a little chestnut mare who had used to race, retired at four and with no use for breeding because of a small flaw with her legs, faced the slaughter yard. After her was Eddie, an ex-eventing horse who had been bought for two teenage boys and ridden into the ground over a season, the family not wise in horse husbandry, meaning he had been rail thin and exhausted by the time he made it to Lakeside.

The fourth was being exercised in the large arena behind the stable block, being jumped over a set of eye wateringly large fences by a tall, greying man who Adrien presumed to be Bob.

“Alright, chief,” he spoke warmly, riding over to the fence line, leaning to drop a kiss on her cheek upon his arrival. “Adrien, nice to meet you, mate. I’m Bob, also known as that mouthy bastard as your new missus likes to call me,” he added, winking at his boss.

He laughed, reaching to shake his hand. “Sounds like something she’d say.”

“Well, he bloody is, innit!” Jade exclaimed, poking her tongue out at Bob. As well as an employee, Bob was also one of her closest friends, as she’d previously told Adrien. After wishing to move from her previous British residence, it had been Bob who’d found the house for her, living locally himself in the village of Fulmer and noticing it for sale when he used to have to travel forty minutes each way to reach Jade’s former abode just outside of Oxford. “How’s my lovely Dolly Dagger?”

Of course, Jade would have named her gigantic, dark bay mare after a Jimi Hendrix song. “A bloody dream, as always. She’s been a lot better for the heart bar shoes, too.”

“I knew she would, having something to help spread her weight more evenly,” she nodded, patting Dolly’s sweaty neck. “My little frog with her flat feet.”

Adrien stood with it all sailing over his head, the horse speak he didn’t have a clue over. All he knew was that it was probably expensive.

“How much do horseshoes cost, then?” he asked as they were walking away again, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“About eighty for a set of four, but Dolly’s are specialist, so those set me back a hundred and ten quid,” she revealed.

“And what, they need those a couple of times a year?”

Oh, bless him. “No, baby. Every four weeks. Each time the farrier comes it costs me five hundred and fifty to have four of them shod and their hooves trimmed.”

“Ouch,” he spoke. It was a good job her careers were lucrative, having that kind of outlay, and just for the shoes. He shuddered to imagine what the four of them cost to feed. “Mind you, there are much worse things to spend your money on than animals.”

“I’m glad you agree,” she chirped, beaming widely.

He knew where this was going. “It doesn’t mean you get to fill our New York house with many and varied creatures, Jade.”

“Yes, it does!”

Oh, god. He loved animals, but truly, he knew with the excuse of them having land, his wife was likely to take that to the extreme.

“I’m definitely getting horses, I need something to ride in the place I’ll be living most often,” she commented, Adrien immediately smirking.

“You have me for that,” he winked, giving her a little shove with his shoulder.

Spinning around to block his way, she draped her arms around his neck, her eyes full of suggestive promise. “I could really go in for some of that right now, you know.”

She’d never been thrown over somebody’s shoulder so rapidly, Adrien carrying her back to the house and following her guidance in finding his way to the bedroom. It was a completely different vibe to her New York abode, the room painted a bluish grey with white furniture and dark grey furnishings, including the soft bed linen he dropped her down upon.

“Do you have any plans for today?” he asked, fingers creeping beneath the little black vest top she wore, pushing it up to begin placing kisses upon her stomach.

“Other than not leaving this bedroom, nope,” she confirmed, pulling her top off as he flicked her bra undone.

“Good.”

A whole lot of Adrien and nothing else. She could definitely get on board with that.

#adrien brody fanfiction #adrien brody #adrien brody smut #adrien brody fanfic #adrien brody fic #adrien brody x ofc #sky full of stars #adrien and jade

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soccerwag · 1 year

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Can you do vini jr where y/n is part of the girls barca team and they are secretly dating and vini goes to one of her games to support her wearing her jersey and everything and she dedicates a goal to him by like doing his signature celebration and fans name them the rival couple (idk if that makes any sense)

Much love, make sure to get rest and drink water<3

Sorry for the late post but yes I can do that 🫶🏼

Biggest Fan

Pairing: Vini jr x reader

Summary: The rivalry couple, the couple people would least expect is brought to the public eye when the Real Madrid star, Vini jr, goes to support his girlfriend the female Barca star Y/n at one of her games by wearing her shirt and her dedicating her goal to the player himself.

Warnings: none just pure fluff.

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Today was the day, the day you had a huge game. You are playing against Real Madrid again since you guys tied last game. You were nervous but not because you thought you’d lose but more so because your boyfriend, one of the stars of the real Madrid’s men’s team, would be attending the game. A part of you was scared that fans would be hateful not only because I was his girlfriend but also because he was supporting the rival team instead of his own.

You were currently getting ready in the locker room. Your breathing was a little shaky and your hands were like waterfalls. One of your best mates Alexia noticed you behavior.

“Hey girl you ok?” She asked lightly rubbing a hand on my back.

Nobody knew about me and vini, we chose to keep it private due to our careers and how it might interfere with our images.

“Yeah I’m ok, just nervous.” I responded half truthfully.

I hated lying, I mean I wasn’t technically lying I was nervous, just not because of the reason all the girls had assumed.

“It’s going to be ok y/n.” She told me reassuringly, if only she knew.

I just smiled and and nodded my head.

I heard the coach call for us. Well it’s go time I thought to myself.

I exited onto the pitch, deep breathing to slow the pace of my breathing. I looked around. I wanted to find my boyfriend. Seeing him would calm my racing heart.

After minutes of anticipation I found him, we made eye contact and he smiled at me giving me a thumbs up. He was wearing my jersey and all I could do was smile back. I really did love this guy, so much.

We began the game. I was pushing to do my absolute best, I wanted him to be proud of me. Not that he wouldn’t but I knew if I scored he’d be even more proud.

It was now the second half. Nobody scored the first half and I could feel myself getting tired now, even after the break.

I had to win, I needed to score.

I was passed the ball and that’s when I took the opportunity. I dribbled past the defense and I saw an opening. I winded back my foot and kicked the ball as hard as I could causing me to face plant into the grass.

Before I got up I heard the cheers. I did it….

All I could do was cry happy tears. I got up and did one of vini’s celebration (the one in the picture) and pointed at him in the crowd.

Everyone turned the direction I was pointing and the camera focused in on him.

Everyone looked shocked but I was so happy, so happy I scored the winning goal and only goal that game in front of him.

I saw him mouth an “I love you” before my teammates started hugging me.

The game ended and vini met me outside.

“You did great my love, I’m so proud of you.” He told me before giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Thank you my love, I did it for you.” I told him with a smile.

The next day we were all over the news. The reactions weren’t what I expected. Everyone loved the idea of us. They called us the rival couple. I really loved how supportive everyone was and I’m finally comfortable sharing me and his journey.

#imagine #blurbs #soccer #vini jr #vini junior #Vinijr x reader

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I’m Right Here…

Rhea Ripley x little!black fem reader

SFW 18+, Panic Attacks, Fluff, Affirmation names, Praise, Reassurance, little space, hyperventilation, Acrophobia -Fear of Heights-

Word Count: ngl Long asf.

You have been Rhea’s Gal for a while. Probably for 2 years. Rhea paid attention to every detail. Every fear you have and if she can, helps you live through them. Your social anxiety was getting healed slowly to where you don’t need your emergency headphones so you can just escape. Your public fear of dressing rooms where you get terrified when something wouldn’t fit or something is too big, rhea would be there to assure you that she’s not going anywhere. But there’s one fear you would never think you had to face would come to the front door.

Heights.

Rhea bit her lip nervous as she was on the phone with the other Dominants making preparations for a ‘fun’ day out, indoor rock climbing. She glanced at her little watching her favorite show and was worried. She didn’t wanna make this a surprise because this is something that might end bad. Damian and Finn were coming with their subs as well. Dominik couldn’t make it because of training. Rhea read the group chat still thinking about it.

Demigod: Guys I’m not sure about this. Y/N is terrified of heights…

ThePriest: but we already reserved the space and we did say the little ones needed to be out more besides sitting on their phones and watching tv all the time..

DemonBalar: Yea, they just need a bit of a experience. I feel like they would like a change in something

Rhea groaned a bit and went upstairs to the master bedroom, halfway there she heard a voice calling her. “Mama? Where you going?” Y/N asked holding her plushie pouting, she was previously waiting for her to come back and watch tv. “Hold on baby mamas’ gotta handle something with ya uncles.” Y/N nodded and turned back to the tv smiling at the screen. Y/N was mentally 8 when she crossed with her little space. Of course this was a coping mechanism and nothing sexual and Rhea loved taking care of her. Damian’s and Finn’s littles were 10-12. So this will be a bit of a challenge for Y/N. Even if she tried not to slip into her space, she could still get a panic attack. It would hurt Rhea. She called the group and sat on the bed.

The guys answered, one cooking and the other was reading to their little. “Oh yours slipped too?” She asked Damian as he nodded, his little getting in the camera. “Hi auntie!” Rhea smiled waving back. “You being a little goblin huh?” The little girl hid in Damian giggling. “She’s getting ready for bed so she can have a fun day tomorrow. Right cutie?” The little nodded pouting some getting under the covers. “Mine is gonna eat first since she didn’t eat anything all day.” Finn scaled his little as they sat at the table writing sentences angry at their punishment. “She’s still going don’t worry.” He smiled. Damien, a sweet soft cg to his hyper little that’s a bit much sometimes, but surprisingly he handles it very well. Finn and Rhea are strict caregivers but Rhea has a very shy little, Finn is the one with the Brat.

“Mama!!” Rhea looked up seeing a pouting Y/N and sighed giggling. “Mamas talking sweetie.” Y/N came in the room anyway and got under rhea laying on her. She just smiled, that’s all she could do. “You ready for tomorrow’s adventure babygirl?” Y/N nodded looking up at rhea, receiving a kiss on the forehead. Worry soon was shown on Rhea’s face, Finn cleared his throat. “Rhea you have nothing to worry about ok?” He reassured. Rhea always thought she was gonna screw up on this mommy caregiver ideal but her family assured that she’s doing a wonderful job. She told them goodnight and she went ahead to tuck in Y/N putting her hair in a bun so it doesn’t hurt. She had fresh braids in her head and her scalp was still healing. “Ok munchkin, what color?” She waved the bonnets in her babies face and she quickly grabbed the pretty pink one. “Hey hey no snatching meanie..” Rhea put on a sad face play crying and Y/N quickly said sorry. “I’m ok baby. Mama knows your sorry.” She giggled and kissed her face all over laying her down. “Lemme finish up downstairs and I’ll join you.” Rhea turned on the Tv to SpongeBob and went back down to clean up.

The Next Morning

The cars parked and the girls got out to hug each other and show the bags that they brought along. Y/N was the last one out the car and waved at the other littles. But soon all of that changed due to Finns’ Brat. “Omg! Daddy we’re going climbing!” She giggled excited. Y/N looked up seeing the Rock Climbing Place and her heart sunk. “Demi?” Y/N barley saids her name unless it’s bad. Rhea was afraid of this. She sighed and got to her side. “Baby please? It’s gonna be fun, I promice-“ “No.” Y/N face was still and fear in her eyes. Rhea sighed nodding. “We can go home if you want-“ “Are you serious? You gonna leave over some rocks?” Finns’ Brat smirked and Y/N whipped her look at them. Brats messing with the goodie two shoes are a must. Her evil grin made it worst, Y/N felt embarrassed. Her face hot as Damians’ little giggled. “Both of you enough.” Finn spoke and they were quiet. “No. It’s ok.” Rhea looked at Y/N who sighed out. “It’s gonna be fun.” Y/N smiled up at rhea.

They walked in and Finn went to the Registration Counter. They gave out bands and the gear, boots and gloves. Y/N looked around putting on the gear slow, trying to avoid looking up and the very high wall. Finns’ Brat walked by smirking at her with her gear on and headed in with her CG. “ Baby.” Y/N looked at Rhea quickly, she sighed going to her. “I can handle it.” Y/N stated, Rhea nodded kissing her and helping her with the rest of her gear. Y/N peeked passed the rope and saw that Finn and his brat were half way up the climb, she was showing off some and he praised her. Y/N wants that, she wants Rhea to be proud that she can conquer her fears by her self. “Mama I can do it.” Rhea looked up at her smiling and nodded kissing her cheek. “You want me to climb with you?” She asked as she hooked y/n in and made sure she was strapped. Y/n didn’t hear her and started to climb, rhea blinked and got one of the assistants to make sure she was strapped well. Y/N kept going using her upper body strength, hearing a faded slow down from Rhea. But she wanted to show her she can do it, she can do this stupid climb, she passed Damian and he decided to stay close just in case.

She didn’t dare see how much she’s gone up. “Well well look at you.” But she had to be near Finn’s brat. She peaked seeing her above and smirking. “You might not wanna look down.” And continued climbing. Y/N started to shake looking up, the ceiling looked close. She didn’t know she froze, keeping her eyes closed. “Oh no…” Damian noticed and whistled to Finn, Rhea looked and started to climb. “Fuck..” she mumbled. Y/N still frozen, she didn’t even think of waiting for Rhea. “Mama…” she whimpered. Finn’s brat made it to the top proud of herself and waited for Finn. She looked down a bit and frowned seeing her CG climb down some to get to Y/N.

“Hey Munchkin.” Y/N looked to the left tears falling seeing Finn. “No I can do it just ignore me!” She insisted and looked away. “Hey hey I know. But your scared honey. And mamas’ worried about you.” Y/N was trying hard not to slip. “You want me to wait here with you?” Finn asked. Damian and his little starting coming. “Baby girl go beat daddy to the top.” His little nodded and continued having fun climbing up. “Hey hey what’s wrong honey pie?” Y/N just shut her eyes again embarrassed. “Guys please…” Finn and Damian saw Rhea coming. “She’s coming honey don’t worry. She can help you-“ “NO.” Y/N yelled and started to cry soon feeling short of breath. “Hey calm down munchkin. I know your scared-“ “Mama help me..” Y/N started to sob and Damien moved over so Rhea could get to her. “Baby, baby your ok. Look it’s me.” Y/N peeked and started to sob more. “Hey hey honey it’s ok. I’m right here. I didn’t want you to get ahead. I wanted you near me the whole time.” “Mama I wanted to s-show you I could do it…” Y/N trying to keep herself together. “I saw, and I’m so proud of you. And that why I’m here. Your such a big girl. But this is a bit dangerous and mama needs you around her doing this.” Y/N sniffles nodding listening and rubbing her eyes on her sleeves. “Mama would have been so hurt, what if something happened?” Y/N felt bad, she was just tired of being scared all the time. Y/N soon made a mistake and looked down. She screamed to the top of her lungs starting to cry again and hold on to the rocks closing her eyes. Finn and Rhea were trying to calm her down, the littles that were already down the wall laughed a bit. Little did they know Damien took note of that, whispering in their ears about their behavior and assured them they were not getting any treats when they finished here. They tried to argue but no use.

Rhea got Y/N down finally. She hid in her chest crying. “It’s ok baby I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N sniffles and wrapped her legs around her waist. “Damn death cling.” Rhea laughed and rubbed her back. “Princess I’m so sorry.” Rhea sighed mad at herself, holding you on the ground. “I’m so proud of you. I understand if you wanna wait to conquer this scary stuff.” Rhea smiled and kissed her forehead. Y/N looked up at her and returned the kiss. “Thank you for saving me.” Rhea’s heart warmed. “I have to save my princess. What kind of knight would I be?” Y/N was soon being tickled, she squealed and cried out trying to fight back laughing hard. Y/N soon saw the girls walking up wiping tears, both Finn and Damian got in their asses. “We are sorry Y/N.” They said in unison upset. “And?” Finn said in a stern voice making his brat jump some. “You can pick the ice cream place…” They mumbled. “Good start girls.” Rhea said as Finn sighed. Y/N giggled accepting the apology.

As they returned the gear and walked out, Y/N tapped on Rhea’s waist. “Mama…can we try again one day?” Rhea’s eyes brightened and nodded . “Yes we can baby girl.”

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rogertaylorsgirl · 6 months

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a deacy imagine? 😚

First Kiss | John Deacon

Hope you like it <3

You giggled as you opened the door to your apartment, smiling as John came in right after you.

You guys had been dating for five months, but it felt like it had been a lifetime. The connection was incredible, John never failed to make you smile, cry from laughter, blush or just happy in general.

You were vulnerable with each other, knowing everything there was to know, fears, secrets, weaknesses, passions, taste in music and in everything else.

He actually was in a band called Queen, they had been playing for sometime now and they were about to record their first album. You knew his dream was getting real, becoming a great bassist. Sometimes you had to give him some boost of confidence since he was shy and kinda scared of facing the public, but it always went well.

Now, after a date at the restaurant, you had decided to go to your house to watch a movie. It was raining, so there wasn’t anything else for you two to do outside.

“Okay so, I’ll grab some snacks and you can decide what to watch. You know I’m not great at decisions.” You smiled at him, as he nodded.

You walked to the kitchen and you picked out some chips and candies as you heard him search through your movie collection.

“I found one!” John called out and you walked in the living room, finding him with one of your favourite movies in his hand.

“Oh, Love Story! It’s so good, have you ever watched it?” You asked sitting down on the couch as John turned on the TV before sitting next to you.

“Never.” He shook his head grabbing a bunch of chips.

“Well, be ready to cry.”

As the movie went on, you guys covered yourselves with a blanket since it was getting cold. The rain didn’t stop pouring and it looked like a thunderstorm was on its way.

“Should you spend the night here?” You collected a sort of braveness to ask that question.

The reality was, in dove months you two had never done anything. You just hugged each other or held hands, but nothing more than that. It wasn’t because there wasn’t attraction of course, but because John knew you never had experiences, this was your first relationship and you had told him that you wanted to go slow.

But lately you had been thinking that maybe it was time to let yourself go.

John turned to look at you with wide open eyes before saying, “A-Are you sure?”

You bit your lip as you nodded.

“Well, yeah I guess I could stay.”

Both of you stared into each other’s eyes intensely, and you caught his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips.

His hand slowly traveled to your hip, squeezing it lightly as he came closer to your body. Your breathing was beginning to get heavy, and before you knew, his lips met yours.

The kiss began slow, but soon enough it became passionate as your tongues danced around. You fell down on your back on the soft cushion of the couch as he came on top of you, moving towards your neck and leaving some kisses on it.

You moaned lightly, your hands going in his hair as you made space for his love bites.

You felt his hand going up and lightly groping your breast as your mouths connected again. You couldn’t ignore the heat you were feeling, so you started to push against his hips, feeling his own need of you.

A small groan escaped his lips before he broke the kiss, proceeding to shake his head.

“No.” His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were flushed as he checked your whole body out.

You furrowed your eyebrows not understanding why was he stopping himself. A whole series of questions came into your mind. Wasn’t he attracted to you? Did he change his mind?

It was like John could hear your thoughts and he shook his head again. “It’s not because I don’t like you. I actually like you a lot. That’s why I don’t want to do that now. I want it to be romantic. Not on the couch for sure.” He laughed a bit at the end and you sighed out in relief.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, I thought there was something wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N. You’re beautiful,” he said as he kissed your forehead, “Smart”, as he kissed your nose, “Sweet”, as he kissed your cheeks, “And I can be myself with you. That means a lot to me.” He finished kissing you again on your lips, a quick but gentle kiss.

You found yourself with a dumb grin plastered on your face. “John Deacon, what the hell are you doing to me?”

John laughed and shrugged, sitting back in his previous spot, “The same thing you’re doing to me.”

Both of you didn’t say it out-loud, but the thing was falling in love, and you knew about it. Both of you knew.

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starcastlesinthesky · 2 months

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Libraries are for EVERYONE

One of my favorite quotes of all time is from librarian Jo Godwin:

"A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone.”

Insane that someone would just go ahead and keep on with the fake narrative that libraries are only bastions of liberal ideas only. I beg people to come here and look at our library, and the books that we have. There are so many that I roll my eyes at. But hey, that means that those books are not for me.

I had a woman who called the library today when I was working the phones. She was immediately irate about the fact that she had to wait since December to read a book on Libby. She started reading it last month, but only got 43% of the way through it in 21 days. (That's definitely not a fault at all.) She has to turn it in tomorrow because there is someone on hold for it, and she is incensed that she has to wait to finish reading it again.

I explained to her how the holds process worked, especially regarding rechecking a book, and how it has to go to the next person in line. I let her know that she can get back on the hold list again, so that when the next person is done, she can get it back.

This woman, who I've never spoken to before nor did I recognize her name as a regular patron, proceeded to yell at me that "this library has such a liberal bias, because there's only one copy for this book, but 14 copies of Michelle Obama's book!" and "They knew this book was going to be popular, so they should have asked for as many as they got of Michelle Obama's book!"

The book she was reading is The Great Disappearance: 31 Ways to be Rapture Ready by David Jeremiah. She was comparing this book to The Light We Carry by Michelle Obama.

I kind of let her rant for a little bit, but as I tried to suggest things to her, she raised her voice at me, yet again. If you know me, that's one of the worst things you can do. I used to cower, but I've learned how to deal with people like that.

I told her the following when she finally took a breath:

"I am sorry for how frustrating this is for you. I would like to offer you what assistance I can, but I will only do that if you can calm down. If you are still this upset, I will disconnect the call."

I reiterate her about going back on hold for the book, how long at most she can expect to wait for it, then suggested to come to one of our library Board meetings. They are open to the public, and she can sign up to make a public comment to the Board.

The call ended with her crying because she was so frustrated that there "weren't as many religious books as there are liberal books" and "it's such a liberal agenda." I again apologized for her frustration, and directed her to attend a Board meeting, followed up with:

"If you have felt this way for a long time, it's best to actually say something rather than not saying anything at all."

She stated that nothing will change, but that I was right. I told her it helps to have others that feel the same way involved in a Board meeting. That's the best way for them to be heard.

*Now, time for my personal thoughts on the incident*

You cannot seriously tell me that you think that a pastor, who goes by Dr. but has only an honorary doctorate, is going to sell more books than a former First Lady. According to her, we should have as many books by this man as the former First Lady.

Also, if it was that important to her that she read it, why not buy it? Looks like a book that, as a good Christian, you would want to have. Then again, evangelical Christians are something else. A lot that I have met have been lovely, but more than that have been stupendously judgmental and racist. Some of them have learned, and many have not.

But I'll tell you this:

It's so important, as a public library, to have things for EVERYONE. And we really do. But if it's a matter of how many much media we have available for a certain item, that's determined by how much the author is checked out. If not many people are checking out this author's books, it's obvious that we're not going to order as many copies that we did a book by Michelle Obama. I guarantee the numbers are very different. It has absolutely NOTHING to do with subject, and all to do with popularity. If the community isn't interested, we won't have it.

#public libraries #public library #fake book embargo

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Cracks To The Heart ~2

Jamie Campbell Bower X you X Joseph Quinn

Summary : After everything Jamie had planned and tried to make things worse, it looks like things aren’t looking too good. He kissed you after you saw Joseph for the first time after the break up. Jamie keeps messing up, how will things turn out? Will you continue to be his friend? What about the kiss?

Plus Joseph wants to talk, will you talk to him? Is everything going to be okay or is it still going downhill?

Previous Part

You push Jamie away starting at him wide eyed at what he has just done. He stumbles back catching himself, placing one hand on the wall while the other ran through his hair. He freezes hearing his heart beating faster by the minute. He stares at your expression.

Confusion and hurt is all he sees. He doesn’t expect you to return the kiss but he was tired of hiding his feelings. He wanted you to know. He wanted you to know that he was there, that you could be with him.

“ What was that?” your question brings him out of his thoughts as he continues to stare with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. He was trying to figure out the words to tell you.

You couldn't believe Jamie has kissed you, it was only a couple of months ago that you broke up with Joseph. You were not ready to jump into anything especially not with your best friend Jamie.

“ I-I’m sorry” he stutters out, looking away from you and around the room feeling his chest tighten. He felt so stupid for what he done, he is sure he is going to lose you as his best friend now. You hated him, he was sure of it. He doesn't have anything else to say before quickly grabbing the handle of your door and running out.

You were shocked at what happened not having words for him as you watch him leave.

When Jamie got outside, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, shakily pulling on out to smoke. His hands shaking as he tried to lit one, his eyes brimmed with tears, sniffing to himself. He had ruin everything.

He looks up at your apartment window, cigarette in his mouth feeling the cool air against his cheeks adjusting his coat. He had to go. He needed to get out of here.

It’s been weeks since you have heard from Jamie reaching out to him through calls, text, instagram etc. He hasn’t been answering, but he has been posting on social media. He was ignoring you. You hated it. You hated how he ran and didn’t want to talk to you after.

You both were best friends. He always knew what to say to lift you up and make you laugh. There is something about him that always lift up your mood whenever you saw him.

You open your phone looking through your social media, chuckling a bit coming up photo of Joseph with Metallica. He had such a cute smile on his face. You miss him and those smile he only made for you.

He hasn’t bothered to reach out to call or anything. He was’t really a social media person but it looks like he was doing good since your last incounter. But you spoke too soon.

I miss you

The message read as your phone dinged. Joseph. The message went away just waiting to be open in your text messages, waiting for that reply.

I want to talk

The second message pinged in your phone. Biting the inside of your cheek closing your eyes and taking a deep breathe. Should you answer it? Did you want to talk to him?

You opened your text messages clicking on the unopened text messages from him and started to reply.

Alright, we can talk

That’s all you wrote back to him and then he asked if he could come see you at your apartment which you agreed since in public you might catch some unwanted eyes.

It felt like hours before Joseph rang your doorbell. The palm of your hands became sweaty and your heart raced. You were going to see him again, you did see him before but this time was different. No crying. No yelling. At least you thought so.

Grabbing the handle turning it to open the door greeting by those beautiful brown eyes that you loved so much and the soft smile on his face as he greeted you with a wave.

You chuckled at how nervous he looked. It was cute.

“ Come in” you opened the door wider, stepping aside as he walked in brushing his hand against yours causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Closing the door, you were greeted by silence as he looked around. It’s been a long time since he has been to your apartment.

“ You moved things around” he mumbles thinking he said it more to himself but you heard him. You nodded, “ Yeah I though the apartment needed a new look.”

He brought his eyes to you, rubbing the back of his neck shifting from one foot to the other. “ Oh, I didn’t think you’d hear me..”

You chuckled again. It was one of his favorite sounds or was.

He sat on the couch making himself comfortable petting the spot next to him. As you made your way to him, to the couch, he watched your expressions, how you bite your bottom lip, how your gaze averted his eyes, how your hands came together playing with your fingers. You were nervous and Joseph was too. He was trying so hard not to reach over to pull you into him. To have you in his arms. He missed your touch. How you kissed him. How you would laugh at his jokes, how your hand fit perfectly in his, how you greeted him in the morning, how your smile was only for him, how you two were perfect for one another.

“ First, how are you doing..?” He asked, he badly wanted to add sweetheart but he knew calling you that wasn’t right at the moment. You snorted at his question feeling like he was going to pity you or something if you told him the truth.

“ I’m fine” you lied, not daring to look at him. If you did, it would give away the truth.

“ Y/N..” he placed his hand on your knee. A bolt of electricity went their making you gasp. He removed his hand, knitting his eyebrows with concern on his face.

“ Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you shook your head raising your head to look at him. There it was. Those eyes. They can just tell what’s wrong but Joseph couldn't read you at the moment. He always could but right now, he can’t.

“ No, I’m fine” you licked your chapped lips turning your body to face him playing with your own fingers.

“ What did you wanna talk about?”

Joseph looks down at his lap not knowing where to start. He wants nothing more than to tell you that he still loves you, he wants the fight and the break up that you two had as it never happened, he wants to hold you and kiss you.

“ It’s not fair how things were left off between us” he starts. Your jaw clenches remembering the fight, the yelling, both your heart breaking there and then silence.

“ Oh..” was all you manage to say. “ also it’s bullshit on that you say you never loved me, but you did. I saw it in your eyes, in your actions and the way you talked to other people about me. You loved me Y/N, we were good. You were my everything.. still are” he adds, feeling a large lump in throat, “ I still care about you sweetheart, I still love you.”

A tear runs down your cheek hearing his words. He wants you back. But you can’t.

“ No” you speak softly feeling your own voice betraying you.

“ What do you mean “ no?”

You stand up tears running down your cheeks pointing to the door, “ Leave!.” Turning your back to him not wanting him to see you cry like this. He stands up putting his hands on both your shoulders.

“ Please” he begs, laying a kiss on your shoulder. You shrug his touch away feeling more tears. “ Leave, please” you beg him.

Jospeh simply turns you around in his arms cupping your face with both his hands. His own tears running down his cheeks as his heart aches for you.

“ Sweetheart, please” there it goes again, that nickname makes you weak in the knees every time he used it.

“ Joe..” you sniff wiping your tears away, shaking your head. He pulls you into him, brushing his lips against yours giving you time to pull away. He is scared that you will push him away.

When he notices you don’t move away or anything, he leans in planting his lips against yours. His lips are salty from the tears and a little chapped but you grip his shirt in your hands kissing him back. It felt like things were like they used to be in that one kiss. He poured all his love into it but he pulled away a few minutes later.

“ Jamie kissed me” you tell him. He stepped back, a look in his eyes that you never saw before. “ W-what?” he asks in disbelief. You could not believe you just told him that.

You stared at the ground not knowing what else to say. But you had to tell him, you weren’t the one to keep secrets.

Silence fills the room but then you felt him brush past you making his way to the door.

“ Joseph!” you call out to him. He stops midway to the door with his back to you. He looks over his shoulder at you , “ I need some time.”

With just those words, he leave you in your apartment. Your knees collapse on the ground searching for your phone. You knew Joseph was going to call Jamie, something was going to happen and you aren’t going to like it.

It was that feeling.

He knows

You text Jamie and under it, Jamie has read in matter of seconds. He knew what it meant. He sighed to himself as he stared at your text before texting you back.

I got it from here

Got what? What was Jamie going to do?

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #jewls writes #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x you

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parkquimin · 9 months

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TF141 + Valeria and their relationship with kpop

Valeria:

Not a big fan but is smart enough to know that there's a shit ton of money in kpop.

She probably buys up like all the tickets ever for concerts and then charges 10x the original price. The original scalper.

I think if there's a group she likes, she'll save the best tickets for herself.

Also she definitely buys up all the merch and sells them at extremely high rates too.

I think she also uses them as bargaining chips. Like if she's talking to an important business person or whatever she's like "oh I heard your kid likes (insert group), I happen to have tickets to them I could give you a good discount on them"

She probably posted something negative about a big group just to stir up drama and quickly learned to never do that again because her location got leaked LMAOOO

She probably thought about hiring some of the stans because how tf did they even find her???

Gaz:

Idk why but I feel like he's an ultimate stan.

Knows some of the dances, but isn't super dedicated to learning them

He definitely has photocards, lightsticks, albums, etc.

Had a VISCERAL reaction when he was called in on an emergency during KCON and he had to sell his prized P1 ticket.

WHEN he's off duty OMGGG.

This man has like 4 different devices set up ready to get tickets (he's fighting Valeria for them).

If he's on base or on a mission and the time is right, he'll make the rest of the team open the ticket portals so he can have a higher chance at getting tickets.

Cried when he didn't get Stray Kids tickets and then screamed when they released more dates in his area.

Cries for like half of the concerts he attends and his voice is unusable the next day

Price:

I feel like he's not into it and MAYBE he knows like "Red" by Hyuna cause Gaz played it once and liked it.

MAYBE does a little research just to know what Gaz and Soap are screaming and giggling about

He hit Gaz with "I heard one of those kpop people you like on the radio" and Gaz just stared.

I feel like he set one foot into a kpop store because he got Gaz for secret santa and he grabbed the first thing he saw, paid, and never looked back (Gaz appreciated the effort)

Mixes up different groups' names (not even on purpose he just can't remember all of that info)

"Why are there so many people in NCT"

"Why are they called "Seventeen" if there are only 13 people in it"

Ghost:

I feel like he's heard it in passing, but doesn't really listen to it.

Maybe there's a couple songs where he bops his head to the beat but then nothing further than that.

Probably gives Soap and Gaz concerned looks when he catches them in a corner giggling over a piece of paper smaller than his hand.

I feel like he's been to ONE concert because he lost a bet to Soap. Soap would've gone, but it was a group he didn't know and he thought it would be funnier if Ghost accompanied Gaz. Ghost agreed mainly because he'd get to spend time with Gaz (he loves his teammates)

He watched all of the fans scream and cry and was lowkey scared

Soap:

He is more invested but not as dedicated as Gaz.

He probably learned a couple dances with Gaz and likes the more popular groups like Twice and EXO.

Would go to KCON if there were enough groups that he liked and just to bond with Gaz.

Gaz lends Soap his albums because he "needs to learn to appreciate art more"

Soap ends up getting a couple of albums of his own, and I KNOW him and Gaz trade photocards and do reveals for each other

Watches with concern as Gaz screeches at his computers when it's time to buy tickets.

Doesn't freak out when he sees other people with kpop merch in public, but he'll give them like a side eye LMAOOO

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I'm ngl I've never played COD and I recently just started getting into the characters, so please lmk if you think I've mischaracterized anyone in this post! I'm happy to make edits and do more research but I just though this would be a fun thing to write :). Also thank you so much for viewing my work, it means so much to me as a beginner writer <3

#tf 141 #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #valeria cod #john soap mactavish #john price

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elizabethsway · 1 year

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I'm pretty sure my oldest sister is a narcissist stuck in a victim mentality.

Everything is always about her and she seems to have a hard time thinking about things from anyone else's perspective. It's like the Sun revolves around her and her alone.

Growing up, I heard horrible stories about her (we are over 15 years apart in age) and how she treated others. I heard these things from extended family and my immediate family. I saw all her burned friendships and how even her husband's family seems to not want to be around her. She exhaust people.

I also heard while growing up, about what she had been through, what everyone in my family had been through due to an event that started just before my birth with the ramifications lasting to today.

A few years ago I decided to give her a chance. I imagined she wasn't as bad as what was said and that even if she was, it's been over twenty years, people change. Wrong. At least when it comes to her.

It's so sad and disappointing, she's been going to therapy for 15+ years (and I know It takes as long as it takes) but she can't find any peace and I need to give myself the opportunity for peace.

Everytime we get together she finds some way to break down and blame everyone around her for how her life is and her past. She can't even see how she is hurting people. She never apologizes either when she knows she's hurt us and we tell her, but she expects everyone to feel bad for her and apologize to her, even if she was in the wrong.

A few years back, she violated my trust and put me in a dangerous situation. She told me it was a misunderstanding and continues to use her kids as a emotional manipulation to get me to visit her.

I love her kids but honestly don't think I should be alone with her or her family given the victim and lie based environment she created around them.

I only had been visiting for the kids, but tonight my other sister told me she and her husband had visited my oldest sister's house for dinner and to see the kids. During dinner out of the blue she started crying and listing all the ways everyone has wronged her. Things we've all talked about before and had discussions about with her. But she began to change her story.

Where she told me what happened a few years back was a "misunderstanding" and told my sister the same thing, this night she changed her story and made it seem like I did something legally wrong.

Sadly, this isn't the first time I've heard from her friends or other extended family variations of what she has been saying about me as well as other family members or friends.

Part of me just wants to end it. I'm not someone that believes just because you share the same blood with someone that you should let them manipulate and emotionally abuse you, repeatedly.

I've never had a truly bad breakup even with my friends. Whenever it was time, we separated and then a few months later talked it all out. We moved to being acquaintances. People I talk to, maybe once a month, but are people that I don't invest in.

For these people I don't invest a lot of my time or energy. For people I'm close with I make it a point to call them, text them or whatever form of communication they like. I make it a point to make time for them if they want to spend time with me. I listen to them, I build trust with them, I'm vulnerable with them. My college roommate is more family to me when compared to my blood sister.

I can't be any of that with my oldest sister. Time and time again she's proven that she's not ready for change and she's not willing for it either. And I won't sit there and allow her to keep hurting me and our family.

I want to continue to see and be in both my nieces' lives, but I may need to keep it to written letters, video chats and texts until they become of age where they are able to leave that environment unless we set up boundaries. It probably has not be easy growing up in it. But I need to talk with my sister and set boundaries if I want to be in my nieces' lives.

Boundaries:

1) Must meet in a public location (so there is documentation vs her word).

2) Cannot talk about the past (won't keep rehashing same wounds).

3) Don't do any favors for me (a favor from my sister means you own her for life. Even if she did something for you that you didn't realize she did and you didn't need or want).

These are my boundaries and I might modify them before talking with her. I want to let her know that I want to have a discussion about these topics and set up an appointment to talk with her about it so that she has time to prepare everything she needs to say.

I need to talk with her and let her get it all out one last time, helping her work through some of her emotions, but going forward I won't keep talking about the past. I can't change her past or her mind set or her behavior, but I can change my reaction to it and how I behave and speak to her.

I understand she feels pain but I can't heal her. I can, however, give her this opportunity to help her heal herself, even if only a little bit. After that, she has to take responsibility for her life and her decision to dwell in the past and pain. She will need to find a way to help herself.

I can't invest in someone that can only invest in themselves and puts me and my loved ones not only in dangerous situations but also abusive ones.

Forgiveness is hard and you can't do it if you dwell in the emotions. You must separate emotion from fact or event. You have to deal with the emotions of it so you can see it as something that occurred but that you choose not to dwell on. You don't forget with forgiveness, but you chose to make a conscious choice to not harp on it daily. You choose to think on it less.

Forgiveness also doesn't mean reconciliation. Sometimes, your foundation in this relationship is too far gone and trust is not an easily built thing once it's been broken. Sometimes all that's left to do is to air everything out, manage your own emotions, forgive while choosing to think on it less, and walk away.

Sometimes we get so stuck in a cycle of pain that we can't or even sometimes don't want to leave. But sometimes it's important to walk away and wish each other well.

Forgiveness, remember, is not just for the other person, it's also important for yourself.

Now I need to deal with my emotions. I know I love her and always will but if she can't bury the hatchet, I am leaning toward burying this relationship.

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thebandcampdiaries · 4 months

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An interview with Magdalena Tul

Magdalena Tul is a singer with a truly diverse background, a mind-blowing career, and, above all, a fantastic voice with a story to tell. Speaking of, here's a full interview with Magdalena! You can also hear it as an audio version below!

Your journey in music began at a young age. Could you share more about the pivotal moments that led you to realize that singing was not just a hobby but a true calling? Did it happen gradually, or was that always a feeling you had from the start?

Before, at the age of 12, I consciously made the decision that singing would be my path, I already loved performing for family and passersby under my balcony, which served as my stage. I just lacked clarity that music, singing, and dancing could be a viable pursuit, as everyone at home had serious professions. My parents were aeronautical engineers, and my siblings pursued foreign trade and economics. It took me some time before someone showed me that singing was a completely achievable possibility. When it dawned on me, I didn't hesitate for a minute. I joined a children's group, where I later became the soloist, and then swiftly moved on to adult professional bands.

Your acclaimed album 'Signature Of Soul' has received powerful singing and captivating melodies. How would you describe the overall theme and inspiration behind the album, and how did you approach combining different styles and aesthetics?

It all began with our shared vision with producer John Anthony, selecting songs, and determining the direction we were heading. After experimenting as an independent artist, I decided to return to my roots, specifically soul and R&B, which had always been close to my heart. Alongside John, we aimed for an old-school approach to music, focusing on beautiful melodies that take listeners on a journey and the lively sound of a band.

We were assisted by exceptional songwriters who have been writing for musical legends such as Aretha Franklin and Celine Dion for years. We drew inspiration from the '60s, '70s, as well as the '80s and '90s, the decades I grew up in. I love blending different styles RnB, soul, rock, pop, blues and having fun with music.

Performing at major baseball stadiums and singing the national anthem at high-profile events is a remarkable achievement. Can you tell us about your experiences performing for such diverse audiences, and how it feels to share your talent with both European and US audiences?

Singing the anthem is both an honor and a significant stress tied to responsibility. Add the scale of the stadium and an extraordinary emotional cocktail forms :) For me, it was additionally a special, symbolic experience because, after several years of planning my musical path in the USA, it was my first public performance. I was apprehensive about how I would be received, and I approached it with the utmost reverence. I even read about the history of the creation of the American anthem. The American audience welcomed me in a way I hadn't even dreamed of—both older and younger individuals congratulated me and asked for autographs. It was a sign for me that I had become one of yours :)

On July 5th, I will sing at the stadium for the Atlanta Braves. I am very excited about this opportunity.

“Ready for Love" and "If Loving You is All I Ever Do" are standout singles from your recent album. Could you delve into the creative process behind these songs and share any personal connections you may have with the lyrics?

Indeed, these two songs are special. "If Loving You Is All I Ever Do" is a track written by Ken Hirsch, Gordon Pogoda, and Gloria Sklerov. I remember the moment when I heard it for the first time. It was the midst of the pandemic, a time when having a dog was my only excuse to leave the house. I was walking and crying; the melody and lyrics of this song moved me so much. It was also the first song I recorded as original material that wasn't written by me. I could experience a completely different process – drawing inspiration from someone else's idea and emotions.

On the other hand, "Ready for Love" is my song. We needed upbeat tracks for the album, and John assigned me the task because we mostly received ballads from others. Inspiration struck, as always, in the shower :) Musically, I drew inspiration from artists like Aretha Franklin, Gladys Knight. For me, it's also a very personal and symbolic song that, in a way, turned out to be an affirming reality song.

Additionally, it was arranged by me together with my son, Chris, which is exceptionally meaningful to me.

Transitioning from Europe to the United States, you've been making a name for yourself on both continents. How do you perceive the differences in audience reactions and industry dynamics, and what adjustments have you made to adapt to the American music scene?

I have been present on the European stage for over 20 years. I am just making my debut on the American stage, and I am still learning. The experience I gained from live performances, theater, and TV work is very helpful, but I also notice differences. I believe it's mainly a matter of mentality, culture, work approach, and attitude towards certain matters. Technically, it looks almost the same. For me, it's also an additional experience because I am starting to build my artistic path on a new continent from scratch. It's a journey into my inner self, stepping out of the comfort zone, abandoning what's familiar and easy.

However, I think I can confidently say that the music I love receives a completely different recognition here than in Europe. R&B and soul are omnipresent, brushing against country, of course. Additionally, singing in English, which has always been my goal, I finally don't feel a barrier; I know the audience understands me. So far, the reception of myself and my music has been fantastic. I am ready for further work and musical American adventures.

What is the best way now for fans to connect with you online?

Finding me and my music is very easy. I invite you to Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, YouTube, and the official website, where you will find all these links, music, and music videos.

Thank you and I hope to see you live very soon on my first US Tour that I’m putting together with my Banner Records Label and Brower Entertainment.

Social links:

Website:

www.magdalenatul.com

Facebook:

www.facebook.com/magdalenatul

Instagram:

Twitter:

Magdalena Tul YouTube:

#magdalenatul #music #singer

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maries-gallery · 2 years

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Nicknames snk boys would give their SOs (both during sfw and nsfw situations 👀) please???

There was already a post for that but this gives me an amazing opportunity to update it and make it more complete. This is actually going to be pretty long so I’ll do a second part for the rest of the boys, hope you don’t mind !

genre : nsfw part, mdni

warnings : mentions of oral sex (m. receiving), breeding kink, penetrative sex, dirty talk, mentions of public sex, degradation, size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, dacryphilia, female bodied reader

Eren :

Most of the time he uses Babe/Baby as it easily flows past his lips and never fails to bring a smile to your lips. It’s comfortable and sweet. But sometimes when overwhelmed by a surge of love and admiration for you he’d call you angel, often first thing in the morning as he brushes a strand of your hair out of your face, greeting you with a soft smile and tender emerald eyes.

“Babe, have you seen my sweater ?”

“Good morning, angel.”

Eren adores you, never shy about his praises as you compliantly bob your head up and down his cock, a gentle hand on the top of your head as he sighs out a princess or good girl. But as much as Eren adores you he has no qualms in degrading you, delighting in the broken cries of his name that falls from your lips as he fucks you into the mattress with no mercy and calls you a pretty little slut or whore.

“Fuck- good girl- just like that. Taking my cock so well-”

“Look at you, crying for this cock like a slut, you like when I fuck you like the pretty whore you are, don’t you ?”

Armin :

Love is his go to, simply because it is a very effective way of conveying his feelings for you. He wouldn’t really call you anything else but would sometimes use baby when he feels like a change. As the two of you grow old he definitely calls you darling though.

“Love ? Dinner’s ready.”

“Baby are you okay ? Does it hurt when I touch here ?”

“Darling have you seen my jacket, by any chance ?”

Just like his best friend Eren, Armin is a wild card when it comes to sex, a total switch. He likes to call you princess as he goes down on you and laps at your folds, hands holding your hips in place as he pulls a ninth orgasm from your overstimulated body. He enjoys calling you baby too as he coos at you and dries your tears when you choke on his length. You’ve heard him call you puppy or whore too, voice dripping with sadistic amusement as he finger fucks you in the hallway of a party. And only when he is feeling submissive will he moan a mommy in between pretty whines as you ride him.

“Shhh, princess. I’ve got you.”

“What is it baby, can’t answer with your mouth full, can you ?”

“Look at you, such a needy pup for my cock. Wanted to be seen, eh ? Wearing such a short skirt, did my pretty little whore want to be fucked ?”

“Mommy-Mommy, please- feels-feels so good-”

Jean :

You are his babe. Jean is pretty chill with pet names and very comfortable with his feelings for you, this just feels comfortable to the both of you and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Sometimes he’d also call you pretty, a grin on his face as he blatantly flirts with you, bathing in your laughs as he comes up with the worst pick up lines ever created by mankind.

“Babe, can you come over here ? I wanna show you something.”

“Hey there pretty, can you tell me what’s an attractive, funny man like me doing without your number?”

Jean is all for praises. He loves letting you know how much of a good girl you are for him as you suck him off, his head tilted to the back as he pats your head. He lives to call you princess as you ride him, his hands on your hips to guide your movements, occasionally thrusting up into you. He calls you baby as he splits you open on his cock, shushing your cries and kissing your tears away to try and melt the pain of your stretched walls away.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock so-so well.”

“Just like that princess, doing-doing so well for daddy.”

“Shhh, I know, baby. I know.”

Connie :

If you thought Jean’s flirty pet names and pick up lines were cringe you are definitely not ready for Connie’s. This man loves coming up with cheesy sounding pet names, sugar to make your teeth rot, more often than not paired with a flirtatious wink and an overconfident smile. The last in date being sweet French fry or sweet potato pie. But he knows you like it by the way your golden giggles always fill the room. But other than that he calls you babe or simply uses your name, it is just so special and he loves how it rolls off his tongue.

“Hey, sweet potato pie, is your mom a chicken? Because you’re eggcellent.”

“Babe let me kiss you !”

“I love you, (Y/n). You know that, right ?”

Another one to call you babe simply because it’s the first thing that flows past his lips as he thrusts inside of you and loses himself in the warmth of your plush walls. But he’ll also grunts out a good girl when you’re sucking on his dick or taking it from the back as he holds your hands behind your back and bounces you on his length.

“Babe- gosh you’re so tight-”

“Good girl, taking all I’ve got to give, yeah ?”

Reiner :

Princess, Love, Dove. Reiner literally worships the ground you walk on. He adores you and wants you to know it. You saved him from the darkness in his head and showed him how bright and colourful the world could be. So it is only fair he’d refer to you with only the most loving of pet names, right ?

“Princess, do you need help with that ?”

“You’re so good to me, dove.”

“Love, have you seen the dog somewhere ?”

Calls you princess as his hips roll against yours in deep and desperate thrusts, cock heavy as it slowly drags over your walls, his hand coming up to hold your on the sheets. Calls you his sweet girl as he cums down your throat or plugs his load inside of you with thick fingers after fucking you full of his seed.

“Princess- feels-feels so good, taking my cock so well.”

“We don’t want to waste a drop, right sweet girl ? Going to be so round with my kid.”

#thirsts #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titans x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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I Didn’t Mean It - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, death

Summary: It was too early for this. All the yelling, the fighting, the screaming. You didn’t give in but for some reason Bakugou just couldn’t let it go. Words get said and hearts die.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“YOU FUCKING ATTENTION WHORE!”

Your boyfriend, whom you’ve been dating since your second year in junior high, was currently screaming your head off.

Last night, the two of you and your friends all went out but the night ended early for you and Katsuki when some rando got a little too handsy with you. Even though you pushed the guy away, Katsuki couldn’t help but feed into his jealous nature. You both argued all night but you left the argument early and went to bed, too exhausted with everything that just went down. Unfortunately, Katsuki was stubborn and the second you woke up to get ready for patrol, he brought the argument back to life.

“A-Attention whore? Katsuki, I pushed him away!” You said with a cracked voice as you gathered your things. Bakugou was standing near the kitchen island as he slammed his fist on the counter and continued to yell.

“Why do you think he went to you in the first place, Y/N?! You walk around, dressed like a fucking slut, even though you have a boyfriend!” He screamed.

His words were hitting hard and you teared up the slightest bit as he continued yelling. “Katsuki! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Would you quit fucking crying! Just fucking admit you were going to be a fucking hoe and cheat on me! Then you can get the fuck out of here!” He screamed in your face. You squinted your eyes as the tears pricked at the end of them.

“…is that what you want? You want me to leave?” You asked with a broken heart. You could see the hesitation on Bakugou’s face. He was fighting himself, trying to force himself to bite his tongue and take back every harsh thing he said but his pride wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t mean any of it. His heart cried for one thing while his wild mouth said another.

“…..yes.” He muttered. He watched as your face grew in heartbreak and he could practically hear your pulse booming. You bit in your lip to hold back your sobs before you blinked away your tears and nodded.

“I’ll get my stuff out after my patrol.” With that, you walked off to the door and left to work but not before you heard Bakugou mutter a soft ‘I hate you,’ knowing full well that you heard. Bakugou stood in the now quiet house, immediately regretting everything he said.

He knew you weren’t a cheater. He knew you wouldn’t do that to him. He doesn’t know why he said what he did but all he knows is that he’s going to make it up to you once you come back home. He’ll do whatever it takes. He loves you after all.

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After hollowing in sadness and regret, Bakugou got up and began his plan to make it up to you. He left the house and went out to buy groceries, a new Teddy Bear for you, a necklace, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers and another bouquet of roses.

With the new groceries, he made your favorite meal and baked your favorite dessert. He wrapped the gifts and placed them on the beautifully set table that was littered in flower petals and candles. Bakugou was sure this would help aid in his apology.

Throughout the day, Bakugou sent you multiple texts trying to explain and apologize. He sent multiple messages and was starting to grow a little hurt at the fact that you weren’t replying to any of them. He tried calling but when you didn’t pick up, it worried him. He sent voicemails to no avail and continued waiting. It was only a morning patrol so you should be back soon. Right?

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Wrong. Bakugou sat in front of the t.v screen with an open jaw and wide eyes as tears fell from his face.

Pro-hero, H/N, fallen in tragic battle against villain.

Bakugou could feel the world stop. He felt his heart beat all throughout his body as he shook. He couldn’t move. It was like he was frozen in place as he stared at the screen showing an image of you being impaled. He snapped out of his trance when his phone rang. Stupidly having hope that it was you, he immediately answered.

“Y-Y/N?!” Bakugou screamed into the phone with a broken voice.

“I’m sorry Bakugou.” He recognized the voice as his best friend, Kirishima. “I don’t think she’s gonna make it.”

Bakugou began to huff as he looked around the house. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t what he wanted! You were supposed to come home and make up! You were supposed to be here with him! You were supposed to be home!

“Where are you?! Where are you, where is she?!” He screamed into the phone. Kirishima gave him the information and Bakugou was out the door, blasting his way to your location.

He forced himself to go beyond his limits as he traveled the distance to where you were located. He arrived at the busy land where the battle took place. He ignored everything else and set his sights on where you could be, until he finally took notice of a crowd of people, surround your seemingly lifeless body.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” The pro screamed at the crowd. Everybody took notice of the hero as he ran to your body with tears in his eyes. Tears he vowed to hide from the public. As Bakugou landed, Kirishima and a few other heroes at the scene pushed the crowd away and told them to leave the couple be. The paramedics tried to take your body from Bakugou in a foolish attempt, but Bakugou refused to let you go. The paramedics allowed him to hold you, for they knew it would be for the last time.

Bakugou knelt down at your side and pressed your body to his chest. He still held frantic eyes as he examined your condition and felt his heart sink when he came to the conclusion that you weren’t doing so good. “Hey..hey, hey, hey. Y/N? Y/N, please. Please baby, wake up!”

His heart and head were in battle as one knew you weren’t going to make it while the other held hope and prayed you would. Bakugou moved the stray pieces of hair that covered your beautiful face and caressed your cheek. “Y/N come on! You have to wake up! We have to go home now!”

As his tears finally fell and dropped onto your face, you began to move and awaken due to his sobs and pleas.

“……..Katsuki,” you ever so gently whispered out, barely audible. But Bakugou heard you. He heard you well.

“Y/N! Fuck- thank fucking god!” He exclaimed into your neck as he cried. He sobbed while you merely looked to the sky, waiting for the heavens to take you.

“…I’m gonna die.”

At your words, Bakugou picked his head up and looked at your dull and almost lifeless eyes. His heart began panicking again as he shook his head. “No…no, baby, don’t say that. You’re gonna make it. I swear!”

“……I didn’t get to move my stuff out. I- ngh- ….I’m sorry.” You said with a weak look as you stared at nothing. Bakugou felt his tears fall heavier as he was reminded of your fight. He told you to leave. He told you he hated you. And he hated himself for even doing it.

“Y/N, please don’t leave. Please. I don’t want you to go..I- I didn’t mean it! I want you to stay. Stay with me! Stay alive! Please don’t go.” He begged as he held on a little tighter. You felt yourself growing weaker by the second and your vision was beginning to dull and turn hazy.

“…it’s too late.”

“It’s not! Please, it can’t be! Y/N!” Bakugou looked around for help when he realized he was left alone with you. “Y/N, please! Just stay a little longer!”

“…I’m tired, Katsuki.”

“I-..I know baby. I know. But- you have to stay awake, okay!? Stay awake, stay alive!” Bakugou cried as he looked at your life force drain right in front of him. What was he going to do?

You began to curl in a little more as you felt your body relax in his hold. “Katsuki?”

“Yes baby?” He frantically asked.

“…. I love you..and I’m sorry.”

His body took a screenshot as he looked at you in shock. Sorry? For what? You did nothing wrong. Today was horrible and it was his fault and now..he was paying the ultimate price.

“Y/N, I love you too.” He cried. He didn’t know what to do. What to say, what to think. He didn’t know anything. All he knew was that he wanted you to live. As he cried with shut eyes, his world stopped spinning when he felt you become dead weight in his arms. He shot his eyes open as he looked at your now lifeless body. “Y/N?…..Y/N!”

You didn’t get to hear him say it back.

Bakugou shook you, but to no avail. You were gone. But he refused to believe it. “Y/N!….Y/N wake up! ….This isn’t fucking funny! Please!”

Bakugou continued to try and get you to open your eyes until paramedics came to take your body and heroes pulled him away from you. “No! NO! LET ME GO! LET ME HOLD HER! PLEASE!”

“Bakugou! Stop! She’s gone!” Kirishima screamed as he held Bakugou back. The blonde continued to fight and struggle against the heroes that held him as he continued to reach out for you.

“NO! SHE’S NOT GONE! SHE’S THERE! SHE’S RIGHT THERE! PLEASE! LET ME GO! GIVE HER BACK TO ME!” Bakugou watched as the paramedics laid you down on a stretcher and covered your body in a sheet. The sight made Bakugou nauseous as he felt his heart drop to his stomach.

“NO!” He cried as he used his explosions to push away the heroes and ran to your body. The sight of the angry and heartbroken hero scared the medics away as Bakugou ripped the sheet off and was finally able to have you in his arms again. Kirishima was the first and only one who tried to reach out to him.

“Bakugou-“

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM US!” He screamed as he held into your dead body.

“…Y/N..baby, please wake up. This wasn’t supposed to happen!” He cried as he pressed his forehead to your own and held onto the side of your face. “I’m so sorry we argued and had that fight…but- but I was going to make it up to you! I swear! You were supposed to come home..so I could give you flowers..and gifts..and- and I made your favorite meal! I set everything up back at home! You have to wake up so you can see! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP SO YOU KNOW THAT I DIDN’T MEAN ANY OF THE SHIT I SAID!”

You remained silent and breathless, and yet Bakugou still tried, hoping you could hear him.

“Wake up…so we can go home. So I can show you all I did for you. So I can shower you in a thousand apologies, so we can cuddle on the couch…please.” He cried. “Y/N…..”

All of a sudden, Bakugou was pulled back by a hero’s quirk and held there. He fought against restraints and screamed against everything and everyone. “NO! NO! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!”

He continued to scream until he felt someone jab him with a sedative. He felt himself going weak and feeling drowsy. He was getting tired. His vision became fuzzy but he was still able to see them cover your body up once more as Kirishima tried to hide his view of you.

“No!” He screamed in a weaker, more tired tone. “No, please. Please..just-…just let me hold her. Please……Y/N….” And with that, he was knocked out.

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When he came to, he awoke on his couch with Kirishima sitting at his feet with his elbows on his knees. When the red head noticed the blonde’s opening eyes, he was quick to grab him some water.

“Hey man, you’re finally-“

“WHERE IS SHE?!” Bakugou asked, slapping the glass of water out of his best friend’s hand. He grabbed onto the red’s shoulders and demanded answers. “WHERE’S Y/N!? TELL ME NOW!”

Kirishima looked at Bakugou with pitiful eyes. He slowly took hold of his friend’s hands and pulled them off of his shoulders. “Bakugou…I’m sorry.”

The blonde began to shake his head in denial as he began to cry again. “No..no! No, no, please! She can’t…”

“Bakugou…”

“She can’t be gone.”

The blonde began to sob uncontrollably as Kirishima consulted him the best he could. He was unfamiliar with the blonde’s despair, the hot head had never been this upset before. The two friends remained on the couch until Bakugou calmed down enough to a point where he could talk…barely.

“H-How long have I been out?” Bakugou asked.

“Just two days. Don’t worry..you didn’t miss her…” Kirishima looked at his friend’s broken face as Bakugou lifted his head to show his friend his depression. He knew what words were coming. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear them. “….you didn’t miss her funeral.”

Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut as he allowed his head to fall as tears poured out of them. He silently suffered before asking another question. “When is it?”

“…in a week. Y/N didn’t have any family left-“ Kirishima felt his friend tense at his words. “…She didn’t have any blood related family left to give her one, so our friends and the agency put together a small one. Just her closest friends, the agency, and the heroes who fought with her in battle.”

“……I’m not going.” Bakugou stated.

“What?” Kirishima asked. “Bakugou, Y/N was your girlfriend. You guys were together even before U.A. and even after that! You both built a home together. How could you not go to her funeral?”

“I can’t face her! Not yet. I don’t deserve to get a good look at her face after what I did.” The pro sobbed. Kirishima looked at him in confusion, urging the blonde to continue. “I-….I said so many horrible things to her. I called her a fucking whore! I- I completely disrespected her and accused her of cheating when I know she didn’t! I told her to leave and to get the fuck out of my life! I told her I hated her!”

“Bakugou…”

“KIRISHIMA I TOLD HER TO LEAVE BUT I DIDN’T MEAN IT!” He screamed. Bakugou began to cry again as he finished pouring everything on the table. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t want this! And- and now, I’ll never be able to get her back!”

Kirishima processed his friend’s words and began to understand exactly why he was so upset. He placed a hand in his friend’s back before softly speaking. “…Go to her funeral. Going could give you some closure and relief. Don’t say you don’t deserve to see her because you do. Y/N would want you to be there for her. …Honor H/N’s name.”

Bakugou said nothing as he kept his head in his hands. He didn’t sob uncontrollably anymore but Kirishima could hear his sniffles. The friend pulled him in for a small one sided hug and spoke.

“You’re my brother, Katsuki…I hate seeing you this upset.” With that, Kirishima got up and walked to the exit. Before he left, he looked to his friend with a sad look. “I hope you show up..for Y/N.”

—

The day of the funeral came, and Bakugou didn’t show. He couldn’t. Despite everything Kirishima said, he just couldn’t bring himself to face you. To see you dead. Pale faced in the casket. The thought alone made him sick to his stomach.

Time passed and months went by before Bakugou could even leave his house to go to your grave. The first time he went, he brought your favorite flowers in a mix of roses. He found your name engraved on the stone slab before placing the bouquet down and sitting. It was a beautiful day..and all he could think about was how you weren’t here to enjoy it with him.

“Y/N…I’m so so sorry. The day you left..you didn’t even get to hear me tell you that I love you too. I love you so much and now you’ll probably never know just how much I do. You’ll never get to wear the ring I got for you..you’ll never get to walk down the aisle..I’ll never get to be the one to receive you at the end of that aisle. We’ll never have that family you wouldn’t stop talking about. We’ll never get to grow old together..and be together forever like we planned.” He said with a sorrowful expression.

“I told you I hated you, I told you to leave but I didn’t mean it! Please….. come back! I love you and I want you here with me! I didn’t want you to go, I didn’t mean it, please!…

…I didn’t mean it.”

As he cried at your grave, a gust of wind blew against his hair in a soft breeze. Too lost in his tears, he couldn’t make out that it was your spirit attempting to comfort him.

A ghost of you rested on your grave as you looked down at your ex-boyfriend crying more than he ever has before. You got down on your knees to sit infront of him as he cried with his head down as you placed an empty hand on the side of his face, knowing he couldn’t feel your touch.

“I know you didn’t mean it, Katsuki…I know.”

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