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wolfpackss · 11 months

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Hi, if you can, please write something about Seth Clearwater imprinting with a very playful girl who loves to tease him and make him shy and nervous like lifting his shirt or kissing his cheeks, or else a scenario where they go to a school dance together and he declares his old crush on her. Feel free to change the things you want, thank you so much❤️

I love love love Seth! I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you so so so much for requesting something. I’m new at this and English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes. As you can see I went a little overboard with this one haha! Hope you enjoy!

“Are you serious? You wanna take me to the dance?” Seth could feel his cheeks warm up and he began stuttering a little. “I mean, if you want to. If you don’t that’s okay, it’s just I mean” Seth rambled on and it made you giggle a little. The last dance of the year, your last year. Your last chance to tell him how you feel. “I mean it’s the last dance and I’d like to spend it with my best friend” Seth blushes as he finishes his sentence. You slightly wince at the last two words but manage to smile. “Last dance, Seth. You and me” you share a smile.

You and Seth have a little complicated relationship. You are playful, sarcastic and very spontaneous while he’s very shy, quiet and soft. He’s always nervous about everything, even if it’s just talking to you. You are just friends but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings for the boy. The feelings started very early on in your friendship. You saw him evolve from a boy into a man.

Little did you know he’s feeling the exact same thing. He’s always so shy but knew you were right for him the moment he saw you and it all became clear the older you became. You are no longer the little girl he fell in love with, you are the woman he loves. And he plans to do that for the rest of his life, starting with the night of the dance. The perfect setting.

Three weeks later you’re waiting in the living room of your home with your parents who are beaming at you. “You look so beautiful sweetheart!” Your father holds up his phone to take picture number 300. You roll your eyes at their enthousiasme. “He’s here!” Your mother rushes to the front door to let Seth in. He walks in and you let out a small gasp as you see him. He’s wearing a black tux with a white undershirt and black bow tie. He’s holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small box in the other. He hands your mother the flowers, giving her a small kiss on the cheeks and shakes your fathers hand.

“You look absolutely stunning” he leans down to kiss your cheek and you beam up at him. “I know right, I’m wearing a dress. I mean, that’s something” you joke and he smiles back. You look at the box in his hands and he opens it. A gorgeous corsage is laying there, matching the color of your dress. “How did you -“ you abruptly look at your mom who looks away sheepishly. You and Seth grin at each other.

The entire evening is full of laughter and jokes. You tease Seth throughout the evening and he just blushes or looks away smiling. When the dj announces the last dance of the evening, Seth takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor. “No stepping on my feet, Clearwater!” You laugh at him as he puts both his hands on your hips. He softly squeezes them as he laughs with you. “Just dance, beautiful. And listen to the lyrics while your at it” he whispers in your ear.

The song More than friends by Meghan Trainor and Jason Mraz comes on and when I listen to the lyrics I softly laugh. “You trying to tell me something or?” You try to joke but you fail miserably when he looks at you with a small smile. Your heart starts beating rapidly against your chest and you can feel your hands become sweaty.

“Yeah I am, beautiful. I have this stupid crush on you that turned into so much more. This is my last chance to tell you how I feel and I though maybe this would be the right moment. I love you, I think I always have. I don’t want to be your best friend, I want to be more. I want be the one you think about when you wake up and when you go to sleep. I want to be the guy that you point at and say “that’s my man” when you’re with your friends. But i get it if you don’t want that or if you don’t see me like that, I mean” you cut of his rambling and push your lips to his.

“I’m yours Seth, always have been” he smiles and kisses you again.

Last dance, last chance. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #Seth Clearwater request #Seth Clearwater blurb #Seth Clearwater fluff #seth clearwater smut #Seth Clearwater angst #Seth Clearwater x you #Seth Clearwater x y/n #twilight imagine #twilight #wolf pack

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lunajay33 · 1 year

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Best Friend Pt.2🍂

Summary: Being best friends for years turned to y/n being left wondering if she did something wrong, why Seth left her alone after all their years of friendship

The glowing yellow eyes stared back at me and I didn’t know what to do, it’s eyes were wide with what I hoped was shock and not hunger

It walked towards me until it was so close I’d be able to reach out and rub its fur, it sniffed me and it’s tail swayed behind, it was happy and I was glad I wasn’t going to be a chew toy tonight…hopefully

I slowly reached out and ran my hand through its fur and it allowed me as it laid itself down with me following quickly

“You’re a big boy aren’t you?!” I said as it laid its huge head in my lap, I’ve never seen a wolf this size here before but he was beautiful

I continued to run my hand all through his fur feeling comfort, it’s warmth reminded me of Seth and all the worries returned, tears brimmed against my eye line

“I miss him, I don’t think I did anything wrong…maybe he realized how much better bella was and got sick of being around me” I sighed as I laid my body over his trying to calm myself

“I know you don’t know what I’m saying,I know he’s not sick though, whenever he’d be under the weather before I’d always got over and help so why would this time be different, and it hurts the most today, you see…every Friday we have a movie night and we’ve never missed it once…ever, and now here I am alone with a wolf in the woods” I cried just missing my best friend

I heard the wolf whine under me, maybe the wolf could sense how I was feeling he was like my support wolf in a way I suppose, he was making me feel better, getting all these emotions of my chest

I started feeling tired and the next thing I know is I’m seeing the trees above me and the dark night sky swaying above me then I was drifting off again

•*•*•*•

I woke up in my bed confused, last time I checked I was in the forest and now I’m here

I walked down stairs to see dad and Bella eating some breakfast which was rare to see from Bella

“Hey do you know how I got to my room last night?” I asked as I poured myself a glass of water

“Ya Seth came to the door last night carrying you, he said he found you asleep in the woods, he brought you up to your bed and left” dad said as he sipped on his coffee

“Oh really? Weird” I said as I left to go change in my room before school

•*•*•

School was a drag and thankfully it was finally over, I decided to go back out to the woods and maybe I’d find that wolf again and he’d help me forget Seth

I knew he was lying, if he was sick why would he be out in the woods and be able to carry me home

I dropped my backpack off when I got home and headed straight through the woods to the cliffs only to find Seth and a bunch of other people like embry, Jacob, Sam and more

“So you weren’t sick” I stated and they all turned to me

“Y/n…I….just let me explain”

“Seth you left me, alone, you missed our Friday night, did I….did I do something wrong?” I asked

“No you did nothing wrong and I’m so sorry, it’s me…I couldn’t see you things have changed” he said walking up to me he looked like a sad puppy

“What do you mean things have changed? Did you meet someone? Is that the reason?” I said feeling my lips quiver

“Oh god no, it’s just…” he turned to look at Sam and he nodded but I was confused at the interaction

“I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to freak out okay?”

“Um okay”

He stepped back and took off his shirt then his shorts

“You remember all those stories I’ve told you, about the ancestors of our people?”

“Ya I do”

“Well they are true” he said then he shook and the next thing I see is the wolf from last night and everything made sense

I threw my arms around his neck and buried myself in his fur

“Seth why didn’t you tell me”

“He couldn’t, it wasn’t safe for him to being around others at the start, plus I told him he couldn’t see you and he can’t disobey” Sam said

“But why are you telling me all this”

“You’re his imprint”

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Part.3<-

Part 3?

#twilight #seth clearwater #seth clearwater x reader #paul lahote #leah clearwater #jacob black #sam uley #edward cullen #bella swan #la push #vampire #werewolf

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abigails-gf · 1 year

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This is a romantic Joel Miller request. Hope that is okay. I was thinking something like the reader goes through what Ellie goes through and it reminds them of their childhood abuse, and Joel comforts them.

joel miller x gender neutral reader.

warnings: SA, mention of childhood abuse.

a/n: thank you for this request. joel brings me a lot of comfort during hard times. i hope i understood your request, thank you and stay safe.

today started like every other day – you woke up early and got dressed, made coffee for you and joel. “you’re on duty this morning, aren’t ya?” he asked, kissing your forehead. you nodded, drinking from your mug. “ellie’s with me this morning. i should probably go wake her up.”

you put your mug in the sink and said goodbye to joel before putting on your coat and backpack. and leaving your shared home.

you walked across the street to ellie’s house and knocked. a few minutes later, she opened the door, still in her pyjamas.

“oh shit, sorry, i totally forgot i was on patrol this morning! i’ll be quick. just give me 10 minutes.” you chuckled. “don’t worry, take your time els.” you said as you entered her house, sitting on a chair while she hurried to get dressed in the bathroom.

a few minutes later, ellie came out of the bathroom and picked up her backpack. “i’m ready.”

you went to the stables to pick up shimmer, ellie’s horse and then picked up your arc and bows while ellie took her usual gun. you were off to work.

you were behind ellie on shimmer’s back, looking around for any infected or unusual things. “there’s a party at seth’s on friday, don’t know if you’re coming.” ellie started, “but everyone will be there. and you might be able to drag joel along. i know he’s not a party guy, but if you’re there, maybe he’ll come.” you smiled. “you bet i’m forcing joel to come with me. i want to see that old man on the dance floor.” you both laughed before stopping.

“hey, look. isn’t that house usually empty? why are the lights on?” you whispered as you were approaching the house. “couldn’t be infected. they don’t need lights. wanna go check that out?” ellie asked.

you nodded. once you were a few meters away from the house, you got off the horse, nodding to ellie. she got off shimmer, holding her gun, staying there in case you needed some backup inside.

you walked to the house, and knocked on the door. no one answered. “hello?” you said as you pushed the handle. the door was open.

you got into the house. it was empty; no furniture, no people, nothing. then why were the lights on? and that’s when someone tackled you, your back hitting the wooden floor.

it was a man. he was holding you down, his hands pinning your wrists to the ground and his body holding yours down. “get off of me!” you tried to get your arc but realized it was behind your back. you couldn’t move. “please!” you cried out. the man smirked, watching you helpless under him. you tried to scream, to call for ellie, but you couldn’t. nothing came out of your mouth, your body was trapped under him. “it’s gonna happen, again.” you thought, silent tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

the man held your wrists with one of his hands while the other was going to undo his pants. you knew what was going to happen. you were in the exact same position once again – and once again, you couldn’t do anything to escape.

suddenly, the man fell next to you. your brain didn’t register what was happening until ellie came close to you, holding her gun, one of her hand out, trying to get you up before you shook your head. “come on, y/n. we can’t stay here. we have to go!” she said, trying to hold your hand. you shook your head again. ellie sighed and sat next to you on the floor. “i won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. but please, let’s go.”

you got up. your vision was blurry but you managed to get to the horse with ellie staying close to you, in case you lost your balance. she helped you get on the horse, held her tight as shimmer ran back to jackson.

as the gates opened, ellie hurried to get you to joel’s house, still on shimmer’s back.

joel came out of the house, hearing the horse’s steps. “what’s going on?” joel asked. ellie quickly turned to you and looked back at joel. “i got it. thanks, kiddo. you ok?” ellie nodded. joel helped you get off shimmer and you rushed into his arms, holding on tight to his shirt. “i’ll come by later. i’m going to see tommy.”

joel got you back into the house, held you close to him as he took your boots and coat off. he walked you to your shared bedroom. he tried to put you on the bed, but you held onto him. joel looked at you, worried. it wasn’t the first time he saw you like this. the first time he saw you like that was when you once had a nightmare about your childhood, you woke up sweating and crying, whispering that you wanted to go home.

joel sat on the bed, with you in his arms. “i’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it.” you shook your head, grabbing on joel’s shirt tightly. “it’s okay, pumpkin. i’m here now. you’re safe.” at those words, you started to sob. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you repeated in between sobs. joel rubbed your back, rocking you back and forth. “i know baby, i know. s’not your fault. you did nothing wrong. it’s okay, baby. you’re home now. i got you. you’re safe.”

joel’s words were comforting. his smell was comforting. “try to take deep breaths for me, okay pumpkin? can you do that f’me?” you nodded in his arms and tried to calm down. “that’s good, honey. you’re doing great. i’m proud of you.” joel kissed your forehead multiple times. “i love you, y/n. you’re safe here. no one’s gonna hurt you now. i’m here, i’ll protect you.”

he continued to rock you, holding you, kissing your forehead and comforting you until your breath calmed down. when you stopped gripping his shirt, he noticed that you had fallen asleep in his arms. he sighed, relieved that you calmed down and kissed your forehead once more, “you’re safe here, i promise.” he whispered, holding you for a few more seconds before putting you on the bed. he stayed in the room for a little, making sure that you were okay and then left the room, leaving the door open in case you woke up.

you could smell his scent on your bed sheets, and still feel his warm embrace around you. you knew that you were safe as long as he was around. joel was your safe place, your home.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller x gender neutral reader #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller blurb #tlou fic #tlou2 #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us 2 #joel miller comfort

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sasukesgucciflops · 9 months

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Here I am back on my John Marston BS.

I pointed this out before ab how ppl loved calling John “watered down” but I’m also seeing people forget that he was also put on a very high fucking pedestal and had no idea how to handle it. In other words; he was the gifted kid who got burnt out after everyone expected everything from him. John never expected to be seen as such. He actually preferred to not be held to such a degree. I’m sick and tired of people feeding into the “John’s a golden boy” “John’s a piece of shit” narrative. Clearly these people have only seen RDR2 and have no clue about everything in RDR1 and yes I’m giving an attitude so y’all better catch it.

Here’s my John Marston character analysis and this is only about one aspect of him. (Wait until you see every other aspect bc I’ve literally dissected this man like a frog oops)

He never fucking asked for it. In fact, he didn’t expect jack shit from anybody. If anything, people used him. People used him up. You see it plainly in rdr1, he’s being used to hunt down his old partners. To find his old partners he’s gotta ask the sheriff, what does the sheriff do? He uses him to handle some lowlife gangs around the county. The sheriff ACCIDENTALLY—not even voluntarily—reveals someone that ends up somewhat helping him out. West Dickens—and what does he do? Uses him. Seth? Uses him. Travels over to another country, what do they do? USE HIM!

Okay, so rdr2—if you couldn’t get the picture already—John was one of Dutch’s MAIN PAWNS. That man raised John to USE HIM. John was young and had lots of energy and he was gullible enough to let Dutch do whatever with his naivety. The most fucked up thing about all of it, not only about how (almost) everyone saw him as a pawn, not as a genuine friend, saw him only for his uses;

John didn’t care. He knew he was being used but he didn’t care. Yes it bothers him and again he’s fully aware he’s being ran around in circles by all these people; it doesn’t matter. He sees himself as someone who is replaceable. He’s expendable. It’s whatever. He was always made to think this and perhaps he knew that it was his fate to be all used up and thrown out like it was nothing. And that’s what ended up happening.

No, he wasn’t a perfect father. He SHOULDVE done much much better about that. Just for that I let anti’s breathe a little because in Jack’s younger years, hell no John wasn’t a good father! John was in denial, busy trying to live up to his dreams of being someone he isn’t. On that note, John slowly realized that Abigail and Jack were probably the only ones that didn’t see him as a pawn; they just wanted him to be present and that causes him to do a 180. To him, it was worth dying for them. Maybe he felt as if he owed them a debt that could never be repayed—it’s almost like he expresses this to Jack a dozen different times. “I’m sorry, Son. I’m not going anywhere.” And “I know I wasn’t around a lot for you but I’m trying to make up for that”. He becomes viscerally aware of the damage of his absence (as he should) and it becomes something he fears he’ll never get to make up for.

Abigail never wanted to use him. She just wanted HIM. Jack—OF COURSE never wanted to use him, he wanted a FATHER. Honorable mention, but Arthur never saw him as a pawn either. In fact, he was well aware of how John was being treated, even mentioning it to him canonically, along the lines of, and I’m loosely quoting this, “At first you’ll be a prize pony until you become a work horse”. These people become so important to John—among others such as Bonnie, Charles, Sadie, even Uncle—because they never tried to use. him. John was more than expendable to them, he was worth something to them and for that he loved them and felt as if he would owe them for eternity.

I truly can’t believe some of y’all completely miss that whole point because it’s written EVERYWHERE it’s literally how John’s story goes and we experience it with him. His story is so fucking tragic and yes, while Arthur was the prime example of “having a doomed narrative from the start”, people don’t talk about how John is literally in the same boat. That man was always doomed, by his friends, the people he would try to call family—he was raised all the way up just to be put down…. THAT’S the story of John fucking Marston.

#sry Dutch Stan’s I didn’t even mean to shit on him like that I actually love y’all #I saw a post saying wild shit ab John and I just had to clear the air #John anti’s dni #number 1 John Marston defender and protector beside Arthur Morgan #john marston #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #text #character analysis

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honeyjars-sims · 29 days

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Episode 33: New Ventures

Seth and Reese were finally turning one and the DiMarcos were ready to celebrate! Lucy and Christopher couldn't believe their boys were growing so fast. It seemed like just yesterday that they were preparing to bring them home. Now they were beginning to walk and talk.

Lucy was thrilled with the wonderful job Kaylynn had done putting the party together. As she’d requested, it wasn’t too over the top but everything looked great and ran smoothly.

The food truck arrived just in time to feed their hungry guests, and there were plenty of age-appropriate activities for the kids to enjoy while the adults mingled.

Everyone was having a great time, and Kaylynn seemed to be quite proud of what she pulled off.

“You should do this for a living,” Lucy told her. Kaylynn laughed it off. “No, I’m serious,” Lucy continued. “Maybe not just kids’ birthday parties, but anniversary parties or even weddings.”

Lucy pointed out all of the connections Kaylynn had around the community, how skilled she was at planning things, and most importantly, how much she enjoyed helping out other people.

Kaylynn’s eyes grew wide.

“You’re totally right!” she exclaimed. “I loved putting this all together, and if I become an event planner, I can have some control over when and how often I work.” She thanked Lucy and went to find Matt to tell him about Lucy's great idea.

Later the boys had their birthday cupcakes and got more on their faces than in their mouths. They had so much fun that they passed out in their high chairs when they finished.

After Lucy and Christopher got the boys all cleaned up, Lucy spotted Damien walking toward her. She’d extended an invitation to her boss but hadn’t expected him to actually show.

She introduced him to Christopher and the boys and before long, the conversation predictably turned to work.

Damien told Lucy that seeing the new projects being developed and how they’d been received had reignited his passion for the company.

“I’ve had a lot of ideas about how I want to continue with the expansion of the company,” he said. “But I’d be remiss not to get your input given the work you’ve put in so far. Are you interested in becoming the Coordinating Producer for my new production company?" He was quick to assure her that the promotion would come with a pay increase.

Lucy couldn’t turn down a challenge, especially if it meant some actual collaboration with someone as accomplished as Damien. She was happy to accept the offer, but she asked for one small favor.

"Can I hire an assistant?"

Damien was happy to oblige her request, but he had one more surprise in store for her.

"I think I found the perfect name for the production company, but I wanted to get the okay from you first. How do you feel about Sunny Side Productions?"

Lucy was thrilled with the idea. They both felt the moniker was perfect for the new venture. They had just began discussing adding new members to the team before they were interrupted by Matt and Kaylynn.

“Sorry to leave so soon, but–” Kaylynn began.

Matt interrupted her by shouting, “IT’S BABY TIME! WOO!”

Kaylynn smiled and continued, “My water just broke.” Lucy promised she’d forgive them for dipping out early to bring a new life into the world.

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#next post is the epilogue!#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 story #simblr #sims storytelling #sims story #sim stories #simlit #cuwtd #oc: lucy dimarco #oc: matt dimarco #oc: damien major #christopher steel #kaylynn langerak

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south-of-heaven · 10 months

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pls i’m begging for some more brollins with reader where maybe she had a bad date and they comfort her and seth is so pissed because a man made you cry

Soaked to the bone || Seth Rollins x Reader x Becky Lynch

Summary: You show up at Becky and Seth's doorstep, absolutely soaked with rain after a terrible date.

As the rain poured down relentlessly, you found yourself standing on Seth and Becky's doorstep, soaked to the bone. The terrible date you had just experienced left you in tears, and you couldn't bear the thought of being alone in that emotional state. You rang the doorbell, and soon, Becky opened the door with a worried look on her face.

"Hey, what happened?" she asked, immediately pulling you inside to escape the rain.

You could barely speak through your sobs, but Becky was quick to understand. "It's okay, lassie. Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes," she said gently, guiding you to the bathroom.

Becky handed you a soft, dry towel and helped you get changed into some of her clothes. Her comforting presence eased some of your distress, but the tears continued to flow.

In the living room, Seth stood with a concerned expression, clearly seeing how upset you were. "What's going on? Who made you cry?" he asked, his voice laced with anger.

You tried to explain, but the words caught in your throat as you hiccuped from crying. Becky quickly came to your rescue, sharing the details of what you had managed to explain to her earlier.

Seth's jaw clenched tightly as he listened, his anger growing with each word. He pulled you into a warm embrace, determined to comfort you and make you feel safe.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," Seth said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You deserve so much better than that."

Becky nodded in agreement, rubbing your back soothingly. "You're such a wonderful person, and you deserve to be treated with respect and kindness," she said reassuringly.

As the night wore on, Seth's anger simmered beneath the surface as he held you close, offering his unwavering support. He was furious that someone had hurt you and made you cry, and he couldn't help but feel protective of you.

Eventually, the combination of warmth, comfort, and exhaustion lulled you to sleep in Seth and Becky's arms. Seth gently carried you to their bedroom and tucked you into bed, ensuring you were comfortable and safe.

Once you were asleep, Seth let out a sigh, expressing his frustrations to Becky. "I can't believe someone could treat her like that," he said, his voice tinged with anger. "She's amazing, and she deserves the world."

Becky nodded, grabbing Seth's hands to try and calm him down a bit. "I know, and we'll always be here to support her and show her how much she's valued," she said firmly.

The two of them shared a silent moment, united in their love and care for you. They were determined to be there for you, to protect you from any harm, and to show you that you were cherished.

As you slept peacefully, wrapped in the love and warmth of Seth and Becky, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. Despite the terrible date and the hurtful experiences, you knew that you had found true friends in them. Their support, love, and protective nature were like a shield around you, and you felt grateful to have them in your life. With Seth and Becky by your side, you knew you could face anything that life threw your way.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #becky lynch fanfic #becky lynch x reader #becky lynch #big time becks #the man becky lynch #seth rollins fanfiction #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins #brollins x reader #brollins #seth rollins x reader x becky lynch #seth rollins x becky lynch #seth freakin rollins

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kaiandels · 10 months

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Two Hearts pt. 4: Ellie Williams X Reader

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

warnings: mild swearing (atp it’s going to be a general warning), 🌶️ innuendos and tension, Xavier idolizing SETH (iykyk), mentions of unfaithfulness, and that’s it??

p.s: I forgot to mention in the first-half of this whole series that English is fortunately not my mother-tongue 😭 So i’m very sorry if my stories have been very hard to understand.

p.s (2): THIS FEELS LIKE IT’S THE END??? I don’t know. As someone who’s basically sad1st1c in writing and wants to see my readers get emotional I might turn this around… who knows. I like the drama, I WANT THE DRAMA. (Not Proofread)

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“No the fuck you’re not.” Ellie said stomping inside the house, shrugging off her coat. “I am and it’s final.” You said seemingly choking on your words. “It’s not fucking final to me.” Ellie snapped her head towards you, almost frightening you because you swore in your life that you have never seen Ellie this angry. Because to be honest, she can’t bring herself to be mad at you. “We fucking live together for a reason, Y/N. We were supposed to be here TOGETHER until we finally lived the lives we have always wanted, and you’re just going to leave?!” Ellie said slamming her hand on a nearby shelf near the door to your living room. “I know we agreed on that. And I swear, I want to live by that agreement. But, I can’t. Ellie, I have a boyfriend.”

“AND I HAD A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. Okay?” Ellie said retracting herself as she seemed like she was about to explode. “I had a fucking girlfriend… and I left her. For you.” Ellie finally said. A shocked expression plastered on your face. Although you didn’t want to act on it, you didn’t want to say that you want to leave Xavier for her too. You still can’t accept it, and you still don’t fucking know why. “I never asked for that.” You uttered. And then silence filled the room once again, this always happens. When you and Ellie argue you had made an agreement to eachother that when you both feel like it’s going nowhere, you’ll both shut up.

“I…” Ellie spoke. The tension around her feeling hesitant. “I lo- fuck.” Ellie muttered a curse under her breath. It seemed as if she wanted to say something, but felt like she needed to turn it down. You looked at her, “Can I come closer?” You whispered and she nodded, beckoning her hands. You walked towards her, pulling her by the waist. Silence still evident among you two. “I don’t want to lose you.” Ellie whispered as she leaned in to the crook of your neck. “You won’t. I just have to try and fix things with Xavier. I hope you understand that.” You said as you softly smiled and kissed her cheek. You gasped as you felt Ellie’s hand around your waist, gripping you tighter as you felt her softly whimper on your neck. “When will you admit to yourself Y/N?” Ellie asked, her voice muffled as she kept her position on your neck.

“Admit what…” You said weakly, there were 2 obvious things that you think she meant. 1, when will you admit that you like her? Or 2, when will you admit that Xavier is a piece of shit. “Just go.” Ellie muttered as she pulled away from your touch, turning her back against you and walking to her bedroom. You froze, not knowing what had just happened. ‘I lo- fuck.’ You thought of that thing that Ellie had just said. Was she gonna say she loved you? Or was it completely something else. It was such a mind-boggle for you. ‘And I left her. For you.’

You gulped and closed your eyes, ready for what’s about to happen next. Thinking whether you should listen to your impulsiveness, or just think rationally. But the deeper you thought about it, maybe your impulsiveness was your most rational thought. You sprinted to Ellie’s room banging on her door. She opened the door with a confused look. “What are you doi-“ you interrupted her by covering her mouth with your hand. “Ellie, I…” Ellie raised her eyebrows, waiting for you to complete your sentence. You rolled your eyes as your hand left her mouth. “FUCK!” You screamed as the words were on the edge of your tongue. “We’re really fucking stupid, aren’t we?” Ellie spoke with that low-registered tone you have always loved. “Y/N, I know it took so long and so many of our friends have stressed over this. But i’m going to end it now since you’re so fucking stupid to even say it.”

You looked at her, ignoring the fact that she just called you stupid. “I fucking love you. Okay? And no not that bullshit “as a friend” love. I love you. I want you to be my girl. And I just wish that you would fucking break up with that loser already ‘cause you know that i’m better than him.” Ellie took a deep breath running her hand over her face as you looked at her in silence. “If you can’t figure it out. Figure it out with me.”

“Ellie… fuck. Come here.” You pulled her closer, your lips grazing over one another. “Wait… I still have a boyfriend.” You whispered, Ellie looked at you with a dumb-founded look. But eventually came back to her senses, “Yeah you do… and that boyfriend is me.” She said smashing your lips together as you both moaned, finally feeling your lips together moving in unison. You both pulled away panting as you have both of your hands on her chest, looking up at her. Your eyes looking like hearts to Ellie. “Now…” Ellie smirked patting your ass. “You have someone to break up with.” Ellie said raising her hands up as she walked away from you winking.

You smiled, grabbing your phone from your pocket to message your “boyfriend”.

You roll your eyes as you blocked Xavier’s number. You threw your phone on to Ellie’s bed and walked out seeing her manspread all over the couch. You whistled, catching her attention. “Hey” Ellie said with a hint of sultry on her voice. You chuckled and walked over to her, straddling her lap. “I broke up with him.” You said taking a strand of Ellie’s hair and twirling it around your fingers. “Yeah? What did he say?” Ellie asked as her hands wander from your back to your hips. “He said… you couldn’t provide for me. Because you don’t have a-“ Ellie snorted, covering her face with one of her hands that was on your back. “Mmm… I’m sorry babe, but who said that I don’t?” Ellie uttered as she squeezed your hips.

“Oh, so you do?” You smirked, tilting your head to the side as you and Ellie basically arm-wrestled but with eyes, seeing who holds the eye-contact longer. “Yeah, it’s everything you could ask for…” Ellie said still holding eye-contact with you as she leaned over to whisper in your ear. “Long.. Hard.. Thick.. and Purple.” You shivered as you felt her lips graze over your ear. Gasping as you felt her squeeze your hips. You panicked as you stood up. “ANYWAY, doyouthinkthatweshouldtellDinaandJesse?”

Ellie laughed as she felt the sudden absence from her lap. She nodded as she grabbed her phone from her pocket. “Come here, I want to send a photo. You know, so I don’t have to tell them.” You nodded as you sat back on her lap, your back facing her chest as you nuzzled your way in her arms. You gasped as you felt her carry you over to her bedroom, sitting down on her bed as you were still in her lap. You faced her, your back turned to the camera as you start admiring her features, hearing the camera from her phone click.

(This is on Ellie’s phone, not the reader’s)

You and Ellie shared laughs as you both cuddled next to eachother. “What happens to us now?” Ellie asked as she cupped your face, caressing her thumb over your soft skin. “Couple stuff… I guess?” You laughed as Ellie looked at you lovingly.

“I really really love you, Y/N”

“I love you too, babe.”

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Special Tags: @lil-elliesgf , @gold-dustwomxn , @ximtiredx

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katherinegraceeee · 11 months

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History.

dean ambrose x afab!reader

summary: you’re a wrestler being interviewed for different companies and it just so happens that dean is watching…and luckily for him..he already knows you all too well.

tw: arguing/yelling, maybe smut?? i really havent decided yet😭 mentions of blood and fighting, might go into detail.

a/n: OKAY SO LIKE. LISTEN. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING AND I NEVER SEE ANY DEAN/JON LIKE SOLO FICS SOOOO I REALLY SAID SCREW IT AND MADE MY OWN. UHM SO ENJOY I GUESS?? it’s gonna be a 2-3 part thing!! i’m sorry if it’s like total ass. IM WORKIN ON IT I PROMISE!! also this looked so much longer in my notes app…help😭

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you started wrestling at young age. competing throughout middle and high school and had won a few titles over the years. while wrestling in school and the wrestling on tv weren’t necessarily the same, you loved it nonetheless and had always dreamed of wrestling for some big company and getting your name out there. when you graduated high school, you went straight into lesser known wrestling companies and immediately fell in love with how violent it was and the chaos that came with it. you started off in the CZW and couldn’t have loved it more. no matter how much you bled or how much you put your body through, you kept coming back for another fight. you didn’t care who your opponent was, male or female, big or small, you hurt them all the same.

as time went on, you became more well known. catching the eyes of the WWE and the AEW. both companies wanted to interview you and see what you were all about. you were first interviewed for the WWE, and you were told that some of their superstars would be watching. you agreed to be interviewed, (bitch ofc) and had sat down with a few of their officials.

“So! Miss. Y/N? That’s correct right?”, you nod, trying to contain your excitement. “Awesome. So let’s getting started. When did you get into wrestling?” “I started in middle school and competed in state and world championships all throughout high school. it was something i loved watching as a kid and i wanted to pursue it as my career.“, you explain. “Wow so you have some experience under your belt. Now, I see that you got your start in the CZW. What was that like?” you laugh knowing how gruesome and down right explicit it really was. “Really fun. Super painful of course but that was the best part. If i end up leaving CZW it’ll always have a place in my heart and i’ll never forget the amount of blood i spilt there” you chuckle as you end your sentence. “Alright so just to be sure that you know, we do have some of our own superstars watching this interview live, including The Shield.” you pause at the mention knowing the history you had with their personal lunatic. you nod letting them know that you were made aware of that beforehand. the interview went on and they asked basic questions like your biggest and smallest opponents and your worst injuries. it took about an hour to get through and you were just ready to be done with it.

~jumping to the shields pov for a sec😭🤭~

Seth: So we have to watch this interview why?

Roman: Hey. don’t complain. got some fresh meat comin in and who knows what it’s capable of.

Seth: I guess but like why us? we have such better things to be doing.

Dean: As much as i hate to say it, i agree with half n half over there. i rather be fucking practicing than watching a stupid ass interview.

Roman: Y’all complain way too much. Now pay attention it’s starting.

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as you appear on the screen, dean stiffens and his eyes go wide. hoping the other two didn’t notice, he adjusts himself in his seat and pays close attention. seth catches his behavior and shoots him a look, but deans face is glued to the screen with his full attention on you. he recognizes you immediately and the memories start flooding in. he was the first friend you had made at CZW and you two were inseparable. training together, eating out together, you name it and y’all were doing it together. the last memory he had of you was your face after the VERY heated argument you guys had when he told you he was leaving. you both said some things you regret but what was said, was said.

~flashback to said argument~

Him: jesus fuck what would you like me to do?!

you: i can’t believe you didn’t tell me! like i’m your best friend and you didn’t have the fucking decency to tell me you were leaving until the day before?!

him: i didn’t have to tell you shit! i’m a grown fucking man and it’s not any of your fucking business. you know what? you’re just fucking jealous you’ll be stuck in this shithole cause you’re not good enough to go anywhere else!

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of course you were taken back by what he had just said to you. more hurt than surprised.

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you: fuck you moxley! i would’ve been way more supportive if you had fucking told me you asshole! cause that’s what friends do! especially best friends. *you scoff* i should’ve fucking known.

him: fucking known what? that this was gonna happen? that’d i’d leave one day to go on to better things? you wanna talk about being a best friend? how about you fucking be happy for me huh? you’re fucking sittin there yelling at me as if i did something wrong. some fucking best friend.

you: shoulda fucking known that you were friends with me to make YOU feel better about yourself. not to be a good fucking person. and for the fucking record, i’ve stood by your side since the day i fucking got here. i was at every match, every hospital trip, i was fucking there for everything! EVERY FUCKING THING!

him: yeah? well i didnt fucking need you! didn’t need you then and i sure as hell don’t need you now. fuck you and fuck this place.

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you looked him straight in the eyes, tears welling up in yours and walked backwards nodding your head.

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“go live your life jonathan. live it up. but watch your fucking back.”

~anddddd we are back to the present~

that was the last thing you said to him. it’s been 5 years since then and he hasn’t forgotten it once. seeing you have the same glow you had back then pulls at his heartstrings more than he’d like to admit. he listened while you talked about the matches he was there for and he reminisced about y’all’s “after match routine”. he listened closely as you began to talk about the ones he missed and they seemed to just get more and more violent. you talked about your worst injuries and how you had to take care of them yourself. he regrets that argument every day and wishes he could take it back and he’s more pissed at himself for not being there or not chasing after you that night. as much as he’ll never admit it, he loved you. he still loves you. he fucking adored you and was the proudest best friend ever. he’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t notice that the interview ended and his brothers were trying to get his attention. he finally snaps out of the trancelike state he was in and ends up storming off and leaving seth and roman confused.

#wwe #dean ambrose #jon moxley #the shield #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins #roman reigns #fanfiction #czw #aew

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kassies-take · 9 months

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If You Found Out Sam Broke Up With Leah

You: Dad! Jake! *runs with a luggage, duffel bag and backpack and hugs them* can you help me with my bags

Jacob: what you study in New York for a 3 months and now you think you’re the main character in a broadway show

You: okay fine no gifts for you *punches his shoulder*

Billy: You got taller. Have you been working out.

You: yeah they had an exercising and lifting program.

Billy: *nods* Harry and Sue are back at our place

You: yes! Fish fry!

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You: *pushes Billy into the house* You’re favorite Black is back *curtseys*

Seth: *runs to you* did you get me a souvenir

Sue: *scolds Seth* she didn’t even enter the door yet

You: *pulls out a Kitana mortal kombat action figure*

Seth: no way you found it!! *hugs you*

You: Hi Mama Sue! *hugs her* I got everyone a souvenir. I found a crime novel for you, it’s so good! *hands her “The Revenge of the Rochester Bride” and whispers* based off a real crime. Where’s Leah

Seth: she’s at home

Jacob: she sucks the life out of the party anyways

You: *glares*

Seth: she’s been in her room for awhile

You: *frowns*

Sue: now that you’re home maybe you can get her out

You: what happened?

Harry: it’s better if Leah tells you

You: *nods and heads to the Clearwaters* she can’t be showing yet it’s only been 11 weeks. *unlocks the Clearwater house and heads to Leah’s room and knocks*

Leah: I’m not hungry mom!

You: not your mom

Leah: *quiets*

You: Seth told me you were holed up in your room? Are you showing?

Leah: *opens the door with bloodshot eyes*

You: you look horrible

Leah: *brakes down in your arms*

You: sorry… is everything okay

Leah: *sobs* no it isn’t

You: is it the baby?

Leah: the baby’s gone!

You: what! Are you okay? where’s Sam?!

Leah: *sobs harder* He doesn’t know

He didn’t want me!

You: *frowns and grows angry*

Leah: He broke up with me before I told him. I…

You: you do not have to say it

Leah: I had a miscarriage… no one knew. I was gonna tell Sam before I told anyone else. My heartbreak killed my baby.

You: *clenches your jaw* and I’m gonna kill him

Leah: no!

You: he hurt you!

Leah: I don’t need my best friend in jail. I need you here!

You: *calms down a bit*

Leah: … *whispers* he left me for Emily

You: *furious* that’s even worse!! And she accepted

Leah: *nods*

#if you series #twilight saga imagine #twilight imagine #twilight saga #twilight #leah clearwater #leah clearwater imagine #quileute pack #quileute pack imagine #Jacob black sister #quileute shapeshifters #leah clearwater imagines

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nhstadler · 7 months

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A S H O T I N T H E D A R K

Two song choices:

One:

Two (for my Swifties):

So, I’ve had this James POV sitting around and I thought I’d finally share it considering we’re reaching the end of this journey. I’m not entirely happy with it because I’m not good at writing spicy scenes. They can go wrong so easily because there’s such a fine line between ‘just enough’ and ‘entirely ridiculous’. That being said, *trigger warning* for very mild spice. Like, one chilli pepper. Nothing explicit.

Please let me know what you think. I’m always so thankful for feedback, no matter how short, long, cryptic. And finally, thanks for still being here. It’s been an honour writing for you guys.

A S H O T I N T H E D A R K

For a second, I think I’ve lost my mind. That my endless thoughts of her have somehow taken shape and are playing cruel tricks on me. Because she’s there, in front of my window, still in that damn dress and clutching my jacket around her shoulders as snow drifts by, catching in her blonde waves.

“What…” I freeze as I stare at her, my T-shirt stuck to my arms half-way, not daring to move for a moment; like she’s a deer and I might scare her away. I’m still not entirely convinced this is real, but then she lifts her arm and gives me a wave, her lips tugging into a careful smile.

It’s not in my head.

Seth Woodley is actually standing in front of my window in the middle of the night, waving at me.

“Woodley?” I hastily pull my shirt all the way down, stumbling over my backpack - still where I dropped it two weeks ago - as I cross the room to open the window. “Are you okay?” I look her over, not exactly sure what I’m searching for. But she’s here, alone, standing in the frigid cold in her gauzy ball gown and I want to make it OK again. Whatever it is. “What happened? How did you-”

“I apparated,” she says, almost surprised, her words turning into puffs of smoke, clouding her face for a second. “I meant to end up at Katie’s house but –” Her cheeks darken slightly, the colour extending to the tip of her nose as another gust of biting wind whips through the trees. “I kind of messed up?”

I still can’t quite wrap my mind around this; around her, standing outside my window, eyes wide and biting her lip like my wildest fever dream. I’ve thought about this too much - about Seth in my room, my bed - but this feels fragile. Like the phone booth. Like I could mess it all up too easily.

The smart thing would have been to tell her to go. But I’m decidedly stupid.

“Come on, Woodley,” I say when a shiver runs through her body and then hold my hand out to her. “It’s freezing.”

Her gaze drops to my hand, like she, too, knows that she’s making a mistake, but then she takes a sharp breath and reaches out, letting me pull her up to the ledge and into my room. She stumbles a little, slipping on the icy wood, and I swipe my arm around her middle to catch her.

“Sorry.” She looks up at me then, her eyes round and so grey and damn it, I’m pathetic. There was still a part of me that hoped that maybe kissing her would get her out of my system, but it’s useless. Because all I can think about right now is kissing her again. All night.

Instead, I clear my throat and step away from her, still not entirely sure what to make of this; why she came here of all places. Apparition is not a vague sort of magic - you can’t take a wrong turn and accidentally end up somewhere else. That’s not how it works and we both know it.

“You’re not seventeen yet, are you?” I walk to my door to turn the lock for good measure. It’s late, but there’s no telling if Lily won’t suddenly burst into my room, demanding to draw a glitter pygmy puff onto my face.

Seth looks at me for a long second, biting her lip again, and then nods. There’s a kind of haziness to her movements, her reactions, and I realise that she’s still drunk.

Right.

“So -” I say, trying to give her a casual grin even though something coarse is winding itself around my heart, crushing the dumb flicker of hope that sparked there when I saw her standing in front of my window.

“I’m not supposed to apparate, no.” She shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, even though I know it is. I know that she cares, that this nonchalant act isn’t her. Something’s wrong and I should give her a sweatshirt and take her home before I can do something very dumb. Even though I want to be dumb so badly. Just for a second.

“Did you get into trouble?” I ask, skirting my bed as I walk back over to her. It’s unmade with my blanket piled on top and I curse myself a little for not cleaning my room when Mum told me to. It’s a mess and I can see Seth’s gaze sliding to the heap of clothes on my chair and the unfortunate pair of Quidditch underpants that dangle from the armrest.

“Did you?” Seth gives me a grin that doesn’t fail to make my stomach jolt, even when I know it’s not real; even when I know she’s still pretending. But I humour her. Because she’s smiling and flirty and I’m weak.

“For kissing a girl?” I watch her cheeks flush, all the way across her nose, and for a moment, I don’t care that she’s been drinking or that she’s acting strange. Because she came here. Just like she let me kiss her in the Ministry phone box. A part of her wants to be with me and I want it to be enough. Even when I know it’s not.

“Your family probably wasn’t too thrilled.” I slide my hands into the pockets of my joggers instead of around her waist and watch the expression on her face shift - eyebrows drawing closer and lips pressing together as she avoids my gaze - and it all makes sense.

I only caught glimpses of her family when we stumbled out of the phone booth, mostly because she was ushered away immediately, before I could even so much as talk to her, but she’d told me earlier, hadn’t she? About that guy she was supposed to marry and about her family’s expectations.

Maybe that’s why she came here; still drunk and reckless, trying to prove a point.

“I still have your jacket,” she says awkwardly all of a sudden, sliding the thing off her shoulders and holding it out to me. She’s probably realised it too; that this is the last place she should be. That I’m nothing but a bad decision.

“Maybe - maybe I should go,” she says quickly, and I can see it in her face - the flicker of reason that pushes to the surface.

“Yeah.” I let out a breath as I take the jacket from her and throw it onto the pile of clothes on my chair. I don’t want her to go, but I also don’t want her to stay like this. Like I’m just the means, not the reason. “Maybe.”

“Yeah.” Her voice is a whisper, fizzling out at the edges as she takes a step closer and places her palms against my chest. She’s frowning up at me, her eyes like storm clouds, fingers digging into the fabric of my T-shirt and, even though I know that this is going to hurt, I give in to it - to her.

I’ve kissed many girls before - and Augi on a dare - but kissing Seth feels different. New, somehow. Fluttery and shaky and so slow, like I’m doing it for the first time - nervous and a little scared to mess it up. She’s tugging on my T-shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric like she wants to tear it off, and I’m not really thinking as I pull it over my head.

Seth blinks at me, her eyes and hair bright in the semi-darkness of my room, and then her gaze drops to my arm, her brows furrowing as she studies the letters that a very shifty bloke inked into my skin there in some London back alley two years ago.

“Seth,” I say, coming to my senses a little now that she’s stopped kissing me, even though my blood flow is directed somewhere else entirely. “Maybe we should -”

She looks back up at me, shaking her head just the slightest bit as she leans into me again, and I’m pathetically helpless when her mouth opens against mine. My tongue brushes against her lips and she makes a small sound that is my complete undoing, pulling resolutely on something below my abdomen. My fingers find the zipper on the back of her dress and, though I hesitate for a heartbeat, I’m too far gone to stop.

It slides down her body, crumpling on the floor around us in a heap of silk, leaving her in nothing but gauzy underwear. It’s pale blue, with pink and red flower embroidery crawling along the lace, and I take my time taking her in - every detail - because she’s perfect.

Seth’s cheeks are flushed as I slide a hand into her hair and tip her head back, but she doesn’t pull away. When I kiss her again, it’s a little harder, a little more desperate, and it occurs to me then that I probably should be more careful. That I should slow down, because I don’t know if she’s done this before.

But she’s clinging to my shoulders, body pressed against mine, and I’m beyond reasonable thought as I trail my hand down her back until I can feel the tiny flower applications underneath my fingertips.

We stumble a bit as I push her towards my bed - almost clumsily, with my hands grabbing her waist and pulling her into me a bit too roughly - and I bang my knee against my bed frame like an overeager 13-year-old. But she’s there, underneath me, her heart racing against my chest with every fast, shallow breath and her eyes heavy lidded.

It feels wholly unreal as I press my lips against her throat, kissing and licking down the column of her neck to the birthmark above her collarbone while my hand drifts to the soft skin of her thigh. I don’t know what time it is, for how long we’ve been doing this, but it barely matters.

I try to pace myself, but I’m breathing too fast and my heart stumbles along as I push closer, propping myself up just enough to not crush her underneath me. And then, she looks at me with those eyes that could be a painting and my breath catches embarrassingly.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, though I can’t say them. I should ask her if she’s sure about this. If this is alright. But I feel her fingers tremble slightly as she weaves them into my hair, the hitch in her heartbeat, and I know it’s not.

She doesn’t want this - me. Not really. Not like I want her.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I mumble to myself as I push myself up too forcefully, but I have to. I have to bring physical distance between us to jolt myself out of this. “Shit.”

“What?” Seth blinks at me, the look of confusion on her face fading to something more gut-wrenching. She’s yanked the covers up to her collarbones, mortified, and I hate that I’m doing this to her. That she’s doing this to me.

“I – I can’t fucking do this.” I shake my head, hands clutching at my hair, but I can’t look at her. Because it fucking hurts and I don’t know what to do. How to make it stop.

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #aesthetics #aesthetic #moodboard #james potter #james sirius potter

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thewrittingratt · 2 months

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okay awesome, thank you so much! and i agree, there’s a serious lack of charles content on here ❤️ would i be able to request a charles boyle x younger fem!reader who starts out a a new detective at the 99 and charles really obviously has a crush on her. she makes some throwaway comments about wishing she could be a mom and start a family and find “the one” and charles is convinced it’s him. maybe he ends up manipulating reader or baby trapping her during a hook-up (with no smut of course) or he kidnaps her even? honestly you can change it however you’d like for your comfort levels! and i’m fine with anything, also. thank you so much and let me know if you would like help brainstorming:)

A/N: I'm gonna be honest took a little bit of thinking but I like how this turned out! Sorry this took a little while but the power company decided to work on the power lines today

Also reader has a sister

It all started on a Tuesday.

A Tuesday that Charles would never forget. The blinds and the door to Holt's office were closed, indicating that something was up. Charles had asked what was happening "There's someone new joining the precinct. Fresh out of the academy." Gina answered from her desk.

The door opened and to Charles it felt like time frozen when he saw you. You were an absolutely gorgeous young woman. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Y/N L/N. Our newest officer." Holt introduced you. Your smile would forever been burned into his mind.

It was like he knew he'd never want to see you unhappy. "Thank you Captain." you said as you looked at everyone. Then it happened. Your eyes met his. He thinks he stopped breathing before Jake hit his arm. "Dude, she said hi." Jake informed him. Charles let out a breathy "Hi" and you smiled even more(if it was possible)

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It had been a few weeks since you joined the precinct. And it was obvious to everyone that Charles was completely head over heels for you. He'd stare at you from his desk, in meetings, on cases, hell even when you were interrogating a suspect.

But one day you didn't show up. He found it suspicious. You never missed a day so far. So he was worried. What happened? Was there an accident? We're you sick? He needed to know. So obviously he asked Gina.

"Hey Gina. Have you seen Y/N today?" Gina looked up from her phone "Oh yeah apparently her sister's having a baby." Charles only nodded. You had a sister and he didn't know? He though he knew everything about you. After all you were a very open and honest woman.

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The next day you returned and Charles couldn't have been happier. I he could but not when he saw you showing Jake pictures of your sisters kids. "What are their names?" Charles asked from behind you, scaring you a bit since you didn't hear him walk behind you. "That one's Henry and that one's Seth." You said pointing to each of them when you said their names.

Later you were still talking about your nephews. "Geez. Why don't you just have a baby?" Gina spoke up, clearly annoyed. You looked at her "I wish I could have one-" you were interrupted "They why don't you Y/N?" Jake asked and you gave a shy smile "I guess I just haven't found 'The one' yet." You answered.

Charles lifted his head from his spot at the coffee machine. You haven't found 'The one' yet? Could he be that for you? Would you ever consider him? Even if you were younger than him? He thought about it most of the time.

It was the perfect daydream: You and him with one- no two kids, you cooking while he sets the table while the kids watch tv. He'd massage your feet when they got sore. He'd go to the store in the middle of the night for your cravings. You'd look so beautiful to him no matter what. He'd-

"Ow!" Charles yelled as he was burned by the coffee he was making. "Oh! Charles, are you ok?" your angelic voice asked "Yeah. I overfilled my cup." he explained as he watches you get some paper towels.

You helped him clean the mess as you spoke "I was wandering if you wanted to go to Shaw's after work? Me, Jake and a few of the others?" god your smile was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Uh- yeah, yeah sure." he stammered as he watched you head back to your desk. Could this be his chance? He sure hoped so.

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Turns out it was in fact it was his chance. Everyone was so drunk and you just kept going on about wanting a baby in your drunken state. He didn't remember much from that night but he remembered leaving with you.

The next morning when he woke up he was holding somethin- no someone. To be specific, you. He was holding you. And when he went to move you woke up with a 'hmm?'. He frozen.

What was he supposed to do? Should he say something? He didn't know what to do so he just lay there until you did something. Which wasn't for another twelve minutes but he didn't mind as long as he could be this close to you forever.

A/N: I hope you liked this. I'm just running out of ideas rn. so I'll make a pt2 later! but I hope you like where it's going!

#brooklyn 99 x reader #brooklyn 99 #charles boyle #charles boyle x reader

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dawnfire12 · 7 months

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Criminal II Richie Gecko

word count: 1300

notes: The character is 20+. Part one is the backstory but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening.

warnings: smut, injury, hostage situation, murder, women dancing on poles.

summary: Angela awakes from her concussion to find her family in the bar called Titty Twister. She goes in to persuade Richie to let her family go and ends up with more than she bargained for.

Part I

I wake up to the RV stopping and a black jacket around me. I groan and sit up, wiping my hand across my face.

“Oh Angela, you’re okay.” Dad hugs me.

“Yeah, what happened? Where are we?” I glance around.

“We made it to Mexico and we are at some bar called Titty Twister. We have to go inside.” He pulls me up.

“Where’s Scott and Kate?” I tumble out of the RV.

“They’re inside with our captors.”

“Great.” I grip the jacket.

We walk inside to the Titty Twister and all I see are beautiful women dancing on poles. I avert my eyes to give them privacy and search for my sister and brother. It’s a big bar mostly filled with male customers and lots of liquor bottles displayed on every table. My dad pulls me to the table that has my siblings and Seth.

“Oh Kate.” I sigh and hug her.

She squeezes me, “I was so worried.”

I kiss her head,”I’m sorry.”

I take one of my arms off her waist and hold Scott’s arm,”You okay?”

He nods.

“Alright, now that we are all back together how about a drink?” Seth asks.

“I just woke up and may have a concussion.” I state.

“Eh. You win some, you lose some. Life’s too short. Have a drink!”

I raise an eyebrow,” No thank you.”

Seth raises his hand,”Alright. Katie cute you’re up.”

Seth pours a shot and slides it to her. He pours one for himself and cheers the shot cups before downing his drink.

Kate exhales and takes a shot, “Now why don’t you let us go? We held up our end of the deal.”

Seth moves his finger back and forth,”Nuh uh. Not yet. Not until my brother and I get our money.”

“Where is your brother?” I ask.

Seth turns to me,”He’s in the back room towards the right.”

I nod and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Dad asks.

“Maybe I can convince Richard to let us go.” I shrug.

“Good luck,” Seth downs a shot.

I start to walk away when I hear Seth say, “Nice jacket.”

I pause in my steps and decide to keep moving forward. I twist and turn away from the suspicious men in the bar and enter the pink curtains. I duck my head as I walk forward and lift my head up once I walk into the room.

Richard is sitting on a couch while a lady dances in front of him. He waved his hand and the woman scuffs walking away. She bumps into me on the way out and I stumble back into the wall. I watch her leave and I walk towards Richard. He’s wearing just his white shirt and black pants.

“Angela, are you feeling okay?” He asks.

I nod and sit next to him,”Yeah not so bad. I got this jacket to keep me warm.”

He nods, “Listen I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt and drag your family into this.”

I breathe in,”Then let them go. Let us go.”

He shakes his hand,”No. You’re not leaving me.”

“Richard, why am I so important to you?”

“Because you are. Because I see things and the things I’ve been seeing have called me here to find her and you. Now that I’m here I feel like I belong and I won’t lose that.”

“Richard, let us go.” I reach up and gently kiss his lips.

I pull away and see his eyes are still closed. I wait till he opens them.

“Set us free.” I say.

He arches an eyebrow,”Why would you say that?”

He leans in and kisses me. I let out a noise of surprise as he opens his mouth so his tongue can touch mine. He places his hand on my jaw, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I let out gasps as we continued to kiss.

He leans into me more causing me to start leaning back and laying down on the couch. He pulls me closer by pulling my hips and opening my legs so he can fit in the space. His mouth parts from mine and he starts kissing down my neck. I breathe in and out hard, staring at the ceiling until he starts sucking on the one side of my neck that has me letting out a moan.

“Richard.” I groan as he sucks harder. His teeth graze against my neck.

He pulls back and looks at me, “Call me Richie.”

I smile,”Richie.”

He pulls me up and takes off his jacket, yanking off my top before laying me down. He kisses down my neck to my right breast. He sucks on my nipple causing me to moan aloud. He does the same treatment to the other breast and kisses my body down to my shorts. He unzips them and tosses them to the ground. He leans back and unbuttons his shirt all while making eye contact. He throws it to the floor and kisses up my legs to my panties.

He kisses the center of my panties and that has me digging my nails into the couch. His tongue reaches out and starts licking me through the panties. I gasp and grab his hair. He tugs my panties down and starts circling my clit with his tongue.

“Oh Richie.” I moan.

He hums and starts moving his tongue faster. I start breathing faster and my hand starts pulling at his hair.

“Ah! Don’t stop Richie. It feels so good!” I pant.

He listens to me and I feel the rush coming through my body until it finally releases. I arch my back up and cry out before laying back down. Richie pulls back and leans up to kiss me. He unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of his pants and unzips his pants, pushing them down a bit.

He kisses me, wandering his fingers down to my core and pushes one finger in. I blow out a breath, surprised by the insertion and the pleasure filled feeling. He moves his finger back and forth before adding another and continuing the pattern.

“Richie, please.” I beg him.

“Oh Angela.” He whispers, taking out his fingers and replacing it with his cock.

No words leave my mouth as he enters me. I’m gripping the furniture so hard I think I may break it. I’ve never felt so full before.

“You feel perfect.” He growls and thrusts slowly.

“Mmhmm.” I moan.

He wraps my legs around his waist and grips my hips. He starts thrusting faster and deeper.

“Oh my god Richie!” I shout.

“That feel good, baby?” He grunts in my ear.

“Yes Richie!”

“You’re being such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.” He praises.

Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes. It feels too good. The familiar pressure is building up again.

“Richie please. I want to cum.”

He swears and slams my hips onto his.

“Oh fuck right there Richie!” I wail out as my nails scrap along his arms.

“Fuck! Fuck! You’re going to be a good girl and stay with me. You aren’t leaving me.” He moans.

“Ah! Ah!” I moan.

“Say it!” He demands.

“I’m not leaving you!” I cry out.

“Good girl. Now cum.” He commands and my body follows his order. The pleasure takes over my body and I see white. He pumps a few more times before cumming in me. He gasps out and removes his cock from my pussy.

I breathe in deeply to try and catch my breath. He fixes his pants and wraps me up in his jacket, pulling me in his arms.

He pecks my lips,”You’re mine.”

I lean my forehead on his, "I’m yours.”

#richie gecko x reader #riche gecko #from dusk til dawn: the series

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Walking up the Cohen’s tall driveway is much more daunting when you plan on asking your best friend to the debutante ball. Y/n has it all planned out. Her and Seth would hang out and maybe watch a movie. Normal regular y/n and Seth things. Then naturally, of course, the topic of the deb ball would be brought up. Y/n would casually ask Seth, and if all went according to plan Y/n will have secured her date to the deb ball.

All week y/n has tried to pluck up the courage to ask Seth to the deb ball. She’s been in love with him for as long as she can remember. The only problem being Seth has been in love with Summer Roberts for just as long. Suppressing your feelings is so much easier when you know the guy you’re in love with doesn’t love you back. It’s much easier to keep your mouth shut. Y/n was determined though. Seth had to realize by now Summer Roberts doesn’t even know he exists, right?

Y/n reached the top of the seemingly endless driveway and rang the doorbell. Usually she’d just walk in but she was far too preoccupied to even think of doing that now. A curly headed boy opened the door. “What are you doing ringing the doorbell? I had to walk all the way down stairs to answer the door.” Seth said in a joking tone.

“Oh yeah sorry I just figured I would ring the doorbell today. To be………polite?” It’s clearly very difficult to think of anything when you know what is going to happen in a few short hours. Seth looked at her with a puzzled look.

“Uhm okay well I guess come on in.” Y/n went through the threshold of the door. The reality of the situation was sinking in. She wanted to turn right back around and leave just as quickly as she had come. There was no good escape route considering Seth was standing infront of the only form of an exit. “What’s going on with you today. You’re acting all weird. Did something happen?”

“Oh no nothing happened. I’m fine. I’m great actually. Super great! So what are we going to do today?” Y/n said as fast as humanly possible

“Uh well I guess we could just stay in and watch a movie? You clearly do not need to be out in public in your state” he said half joking half totally serious. This relaxed y/n. He’s Seth. Her Seth. Her best friend. No reason to be scared. Best friends don’t hurt eachother. Especially not Seth.

“Okay okay enough with the jokes it’s just been a weird morning. Let’s watch a movie. What were you thinking?”

“Well you always know what I want to watch.” Seth said raising his eyebrows.

“Oh stop Seth seriously. It’s no wonder everyone thinks you’re a loser.”

“The Star Wars trilogy is like the best movie trilogy in existence. I thought you were on my side!” He says clutching his heart.

“I love Star Wars, but not enough to watch it every single time we choose to watch a movie Seth.” Y/n said with a laugh

“X-Men then?”

“I’m leaving seriously!” Y/n says jokingly walking towards the door. Seth stops her and hold her by her shoulders

“Okay okay I’m done with the nerdy options I’ll just watch those by myself. You can pick this time. I’m serious.” He says looking straight into her eyes. She thought she could faint.

“On second thought X-Men is fine for today.” she says much quieter than usual.

“Awesome!” Seth says happily. He practically skips to his movie room.

Y/n sits down on the couch while Seth puts in the movie. She watches him the whole time with nerves building up in her stomach.

Slowly she started to relax once Seth sat down next to her. The next two hours were filled with giggles and smiles as the pair watched the movie together. As the credits rolled y/n looked at Seth. Now or never. “Hey Seth.” she whispered.

“Huh” Seth said turning his head to look at her.

“Would you uhm want to go to the deb ball with me?”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Well it’s just I don’t know if it’s the best idea you know?” Tears welled in y/n’s eyes as she tried to play the whole situation as cool as she possibly could.

“No I don’t really get it. Why don’t you want to go with me?” She asked through the saddest eyes Seth had ever seen.

“No it’s not that I don’t want to go with you it’s just I hate things like the deb ball. You know that. It’s not my scene. It has nothing to do with you I swear.”

“You couldn’t suck it up for one night to be my date?” Y/n was practically begging at this point.

“Cmon y/n I’d do anything else for you. You know that.”

“Whatever. It’s fine. I have to go anyways” She said collecting her things and walking towards the front door.

“Don’t leave mad at me. That’s not fair. I hate Newport events. It’s my nature. I’d skip the deb ball with you. We could stay here and watch movies.”

“I’m tired of watching movies. I want to dress up and go to the ball. And I wanted you to go with me. You don’t want to. That’s fine. Bye Seth.”

“Y/n-“

“Bye.” She said with finality as she shut the front door. During the walk home the anger subsided and the tears came back. Long hot tears that stung as the came out of her eyes. Seth saying no kept replaying over in her head.

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Let me know if you want a part two🥰🥰

#seth cohen #the oc #Seth Cohen and reader #seth cohen imagine #the OC imagine #adam brody

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 5 of ? - 18+

Hi guys!

This part is a little different and a little spicier (at least I hope it is) and I want to say sorry in advance if it's not good, because I rarely write this kind of scenes, but I thought they were important to the story. So I hope it will not be that bad, haha.

Warnings: language, 18+.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson, @abiomens, @w743, @insanitywulf

Requests: OPEN.

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The next 3 weeks went by very quickly. Having to perform nearly every day, helping around with the merch and preparing the international tour were no easy tasks. But they kept me going and helped me forget what happened. Our manager changed the program of our band in Warped Tour, making sure I will not see Ben at all, which was very sweet of him.

We had fun parts as well, every band having a party in their bus from time to time. Tonight we were going to be the hosts, but thankfully the guys had the task to buy everything we needed. I was left to clean a little bit, even though the place will look even dirtier than it did before.

I took a little break when I heard the phone. It was a message from Ricky:

~ What time should I be there? Maybe you need an extra hand. ~

~ See you at 8. ~

That’s one thing that changed. Ricky and I got closer these past weeks. We helped each other to feel better and I think both of us did a good job. All I can say, Chris is a little jealous over our bonding.

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After a little chatting with our friends from Sleeping with Sirens, Black Veil Brides, All Time Low and many more, everyone wanted to play our favourite game: truth or dare with shots. Tonight I was glad to not be the only girl, as some of their girlfriends came to visit them. I usually have a drink or two before this game, to be ready for what it will come, which I did while Ricky was helping me.

The first one to go was Jack Barakat.

“Kellin, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Boring, but let’s see. Is it truth that you use lube to make your hair look greasy?”

Okay, so it was that kind of night. Seth chose dare and had to show us his favourite position, the twist was to show what the girl will do. Chris dared Alex to moan every time he had to say something for the entire game. Then it was Justin’s turn to ask me.

“Lexus, truth or dare?”

“I’ll say truth.”

“Between Andy and Chris, who would you choose to have a one night stand with?”

“Andy, of course. Chris is like my brother.”

After I answered, I saw that my glass was empty. The whisky bottle was closer to Ricky and when I was about to ask him for it, I saw his face. Furious will be an understanding. I took my phone out, planning to send him a message. When I was about to send it I heard him say:

“Continue without me, I’m going to smoke.”

That was odd, he liked this game. I sat there for a couple of minutes when I decided to go after him. Maybe his ex-girlfriend tried to contact him or something. I don’t know what could upset him this much.

He was not next to the bus, where I thought he would be. Looking around I spotted him at the exact same table where we shared our first moment.

“Ricky, are you okay?”

“Just leave me alone, go back inside.”

That was new and weird. I never thought he will ever speak like that to me.

“I won’t. I’ll stay here with you until you say what’s wrong.”

He started laughing. But it was not that kind of laugh when you hear something funny. It was a nervous one when you try not to let out what was inside.

“Let’s just say it’s my fault. I’m stupid and I should’ve not made a scene. It’s that alright for you?”

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Then go with Andy, maybe sleeping with him will make more sense.”

I was shocked. From everything I thought he will say, that was not on the list. The only question my brain could produce at that moment was:

“Are you jealous, Ricky?”

“Let’s just change the subject.”

“No, answer me. Now.”

He looked into my eyes, trying to find something in them. Maybe he was thinking of an answer, expecting to see my reaction in them before he would even say it.

“I like you, Lexus. Maybe I’m close to being in love with you, who knows? All I know for sure is that neither of us are ready for a relationship now.”

“Ricky… you are not the only one to feel this way.”

“It’s not a good idea and you know it. We will break each other’s heart.”

The silence took over our thoughts. What in reality were a couple of minutes of neither of us saying anything, felt like hours. Then I heard a small laugh escaping from his mouth.

“You know what stupid idea I had earlier? Maybe we can’t have a relationship, but we can have some fun together. I know what you’ll say, but…”

“Yes.” I interrupted him.

His eyes widened. I’m sure he thought I was joking and trying to make fun of him. But if that is the only way to get closer to him and to show him that we can be happily together, then so be it.

“Are you sure? I hope you know that means no strings attached, or love, or anything like that.”

“I know and I’m sure.”

He gave me one more look, making sure I was saying the truth. In the next second, I felt his lips on mine. He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow and I responded in the exact same way. We were both waiting for this for too long. We had to pull apart for a bit, to catch our breath. That’s when Ricky found the perfect timing for his next question.

“My bus is free. Do you want to go there for more… privacy?”

I didn’t expect it will happen that fast so all I did was to nod. He took my hand and lead the way.

“Look, if you do not feel comfortable now, we don’t have to do anything tonight. But we need to be careful, to keep this a secret.”

“I understand.”

A lot has happened in the past hour, so my answers were short and to the point. While we were walking to his bus, hand in hand, I was asking myself if this was actually a dream. On one hand it was a beautiful one, but on the other hand, not so great with having to keep it a secret and to “just have fun”.

Ricky opened the door for me, making sure there was no one around. After he got in, he decided to not waste anymore time. He pushed me to the wall and started to kiss me with such a passion that I’ve never experienced before. His hands wondered on my body carefully, knowing he didn’t have permission to do anything yet.

It felt so wrong but so right at the same time. He moved his lips to my neck and that’s when I realized how much I wanted him. I put my right hand on his cheek, guiding him to look me in the eyes.

“Stop teasing me, Ricky. I want you, now.”

“Are you sure?”

I pushed him on the couch to answer his question. When I took of my shirt he smirked and took my hand to pull me over him. He took care of my bra and I got his shirt off. Not having much control was not his style so he laid me down and he got on top of me. In a matter of seconds, we were both completely naked. While he was kissing down my neck, he pushed to fingers inside me.

“Now I can see how much you want this.”

It was at a slow pace, wanting me to beg for more. And that’s exactly what I did.

“Fuck me, Ricky. I can’t wait any longer.”

A moan escaped from my mouth when I felt him inside of me. This time he moved fast, making sure to hit the right spot every time. I tried to not make any noise but it was impossible, the pleasure took control over my body.

“Nobody can hear us. Scream my name as loud as you can.”

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Mistakes (Ada x Joel)

A/n: A little while ago I got an ask about the possibility of Joel and Ada cheating on each other. While in my main story where two are endgame and I would never have them hurt the other like that because it would break my little writer's heart…I couldn't get the idea out of my head…plus the DRAMA THOUGH!! I was feeling in an angsty mood so…this happened. Sorry :(

Joel sat at the bar slumped over his third glass of whiskey; he and Ada had been arguing again and the fighting had gotten so bad that he couldn’t even remember what had started it. The Tipsy Bison was quiet this time of night and Joel was thankful for that. He didn’t need the whole town sticking their noses in his damn business. Seth had made a few snide remarks at his expense but a stern look and a grumbled ‘Go to hell’ to the bitter old bastard and he’d gotten the message and backed off. Leaving Joel to wallow in peace.

He sighed deeply as the thoughts rushed through his head; taking a swig of his drink.

“Hey Joel, everything okay?” A voice asked, it was Esther, a woman who worked in the hydro plant just outside of Town. He’d met her once or twice before; worked a few patrols here and there but other than that, he’d barely even said two words to the woman. Joel looked up at the woman who approached him and shook his head slightly.

"No...not really..." he muttered before sipping his drink once more, taking a long gulp before he continued. "Things have been a little rough lately..." Joel didn’t know why he was telling her this. Maybe getting things off his chest would ease the knot currently residing in his stomach.

“Oh sorry to hear that, everything okay?” Esther asked as she took a seat beside him at the bar. Joel frowned as he tried to think if he really wanted to open up to this person who was pretty much a stranger to him.

"Just...some personal things..." he said, hoping that she would find that an acceptable answer and move on.

“Are you and Ada fighting again?” She asked tentatively, catching him off guard. His head snapped around as he heard her ask the question...was he that obvious?

"How'd you know?"

“Just a lucky guess I suppose.” She shrugged as she flagged down Seth and ordered her own drink before turning back to Joel. “You know I’ve noticed you around here these last few years; you work hard for the town. And do a lot for patrol.” She said Joel looked a little surprised as she brought up his work and patrol duties. He wasn't really sure where she was going with this.

"Uh…Yeah...I do what I can to keep the peace…making sure things are safe around here..." He uttered. Smiled and Joel knew he was in trouble. “‘Folks appreciate that Joel, they really do.” She said softly before continuing “And I’m sorry that things aren’t going great with your wife right now.” Oh. Perhaps he’d misread the signals. Maybe she was just being polite. Trying to be a friend and offer him an ear to listen to his woes. Usually he and Tommy confided to each other about stuff like this, except…Tommy wasn’t here right now.

"Thanks," Joel muttered as he took another sip of his whiskey.

He was getting sick of the arguing between them. It was exhausting and he was starting to feel like he couldn't handle it anymore. He had really hoped that things would blow over, but now he was worried that this was going to lead to the end of them. Esther seemed to be kind enough to let him talk through his feelings, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to ask her for advice. Would it?

"Hey...can I ask you somethin’?"

“Sure thing.” She said, leaning back on her bar stool.

Joel looked away for a moment, as he tried to figure out if this really was the best question to ask at the moment. He didn't want to make the situation more awkward than it already was.

"Is it normal for married couples to fight this much...? Like...is this normal?"

Esther shrugged, taking another sip of her drink as she chuckled “I don’t know Joel, I ain’t ever been married.” She smiled. Leaning forward and stroking a hand up his arm. “But if you’re ever looking to blow off some steam, my door is always open.” she purred. And Joel went cold.

What?

Joel was taken aback by her blunt words; okay maybe he’d had been reading things right after all. He felt a small shiver when he felt her hand brush further across his arm. She was attractive...but he couldn't...

No...he couldn't. He wouldn’t.

Yet...a part of him wanted to act on this impulse, but he wouldn't because he wasn't that sort of man...He loved Ada and hated himself for even entertaining the idea.

He took another long drink from his glass before speaking again.

"I appreciate the offer...but...I don't think that's a good idea...for obvious reasons..."

Esther shrugged nonchalantly “Your choice, but you know where I am if you change your mind handsome.” She smirked and she walked away. He watched her go and he felt sick, rising to his feet and immediately running home to make up with Ada.

Joel's stomach churned as he rushed home from the bar, his mind flooded with guilt over the idea of entertaining Ester's offer.

He didn't want this...he didn't want to hurt his wife...but there was a part of him that was curious...curious to see if the offer was real...He shook that thought out of his head by the time he made it home. He was going to do the right thing and apologize to his wife.

He rushed in through the door not even bothering to knock. “Ada baby…we need to talk.”

Ada froze at the sight of him. “Joel would are you-“ he cut her off as he took her in his arms and kissed her. “Ada I’m sorry for fightin’, for walkin’ out and tryin’ to drown my sorrows at the bar all night.” Ada looked at him with confusion painted across her features. “Honey, are you okay, you’re shaking…”

“Something happened and I realized that I don’t want anyone else but you. It doesn’t matter what we were fightin’ about, I don’t care whose fault it was, I just want us to be happy.”

Ada smiled lightly “Joel… you’re right.”

There was an instant relief in Joel's face as he felt his wife take his words so well. He was terrified that this conversation would be the final nail in the coffin for their marriage.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered, burying his face into her neck, "I was out of line with how I've treated you...you don't deserve that."

“Joel, I'm the one who was in the wrong. I know you said it doesn’t matter whose fault it was but it was mine and I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on his temple.

“Can I ask you something though?” She asked, pulling away slightly. Joel nodded "Yes?" he replied, looking directly in her eyes.

“What happened?” She asked with narrow eyes.

The question made Joel's stomach sink suddenly. He hadn't expected her to ask him...and part of him still felt like lying would be the safest option. Yet, he was tired of lying to his wife...and the only way that it would ever be right was to just be honest.

"Esther..she made a pass at him while I was at Seth’s bar." he mumbled, looking away with a sigh, "Don't be upset please..."

Ada nodded solemnly as she turned towards the door. “Esther huh?” She hissed bitterly. “I’m not upset…I’m just going to kill her.” She growled.

"Baby please...she's not worth making a big deal over-" he was quick to grab at her arm to keep her from leaving, "...and I put a full stop to it right when she tried to suggest somethin’..."

Ada froze and turned back towards Joel; “What exactly did she say to you?”

Joel swallowed and looked away again as he tried to remember the exact wording that she had used with him. He didn’t want to do this. Not now they were finally making up. But he knew Ada. And there was no way in hell she’d let things go until he told her. He exhaled a heavy defeated sigh as he found new interest in the floor instead of her eyes.

"She said...she said that everyone knew how hard I worked around here...and if I ever needed to 'blow off steam' then her door is always open…”

There he’d told her. He said the words. And as he gathered the courage to look at his wife, he saw a whole new side. She was shaking with anger, her blood boiling.

“So she was offering to sleep with you even though she knows you're married to me and that we were in the middle of a fight?!” Ada sighed “why would she do that?!”

Joel swallowed again as he kept his eyes on the floor as he uttered his next words.

"I-I think she thought that our relationship was in trouble...and I kind of...I kind of did think about going there for a moment… but just thinking about it was enough for me to realize I don't want to be with anyone but you..." Stop talking Joel, stop talking. He chastised himself.

Ada turned cold as she heard Joel’s words gazing at him with wide eyes. “What?” She breathed, “What do you mean you thought about going over there? Were you…tempted to sleep with her?” She asked with tears in her.

Joel flinched and he felt a hot rush of shame wash over him as he watched the way his words impacted her.

"I uh..." he muttered after a long breath, " I would have never gone through with it...I swear...I just wanted to pretend for a moment that everything was okay...that I could just forget about our fight and everything that's been happening recently and act like nothing was wrong..."

Ada scoffed, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” She cried. “How would you feel if I said I thought about sleeping with another man?” She asked in tears

He frowned, “Of course I would be hurt..." he mumbled, looking away as he struggled to even think of what to say at this moment, "But I promise...I would have never gone through with it...I love you..."

“How can I believe that you love me when you’ve just admitted that you thought about cheating on me? How could I ever trust you after that?” Ada spat at him, her heart breaking. Joel couldn't bear hearing this. He had really screwed up this badly then there was no way that he could ever earn back her trust.

"I didn’t mean it like that…it just made me feel…goddamn it I don’t know…" he said again, "Ada just...please…"

He tried to hug her but she pulled away and he felt hopeless as he watched his wife fall apart because of him. “No, I’m done Joel. I don’t think I can ever forgive you for this.” Ada cried.

There was an instant wave of despair that shot through him when he realized that all hope was lost.

"Please..." he said again, this time practically pleading for her to give him a chance.

She laughed harshly through her tears as she roughly wiped at them with her sleeve. “If you want comfort then go find Esther; because you’ll get nothing from me!” She said bitterly. “We’re over Joel..”

"I don't want Esther!" he said quickly, his voice getting louder as the desperation rose within him, "She's nothing compared to you...I just..."

He fell to his knees, looking up at her with eyes that were pleading her to forgive him, "Please...you don't understand how much I love you..."

Ada gasped a broken sob as she wiped at her eyes “I know how much you love me and I love you but I don’t think I can trust you anymore. I’ll make things work with Ellie so we can keep things normal for her but you and me; we’re done.” She said finally.

Joel slowly pushed himself back up from the floor, his body feeling numb as he realized he had just destroyed his family.

The hours seemed to drag as Joel found himself right back where he started. Sitting at the bar with number…he didn’t even remember anymore; of another glass of whiskey. The pain was too much. The alcohol wasn’t working anymore no matter how much he drank. He just wanted to make it stop, make it all go away. Even for just a moment. He found himself walking, his feet carrying him without even really thinking about where he was heading. When found himself knocking at Esther’s door, he felt as if he were in a daze the entire time...all he wanted was to feel what he once had with Ada...if he couldn't have her then at least he could find something else to numb the pain.

His hands were shaking as he stood at the door and finally after a few minutes he heard a small voice, "Coming."

Esther opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw him. "You came back?" she asked in amused shock.

"Yeah..." he muttered after a long pause, “Does that offer of yours still stand..." he stepped into her house and took a breath,

Esther's surprise was evident as she took in his question. She had been a little taken aback by the fact that he had actually come, yet now that he was there...

"It does..." she replied with a grin, stepping to the side to let him in.

Joel nodded, feeling a bit of a sense of relief come over him as he finally felt like something was going his way for a change. She seemed like she could make him forget about everything that was wrong in his life and that was all he needed right now.

Esther led him into her bedroom and to her bed, laying down as she tried to lure him towards her.

Joel's breathing was getting heavier as he followed along, this was a mistake...a big mistake...he told himself as he got closer.

Yet he kept going, he knew there was no turning back now and he couldn't bear to even think about how much he hated himself as his body was pressed up against hers.

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What a mistake.

It was the most idiotic thing he had ever done, yet the warmth of Esther's body was all he wanted in that moment.

And it left him feeling sick.

Joel was torn by the two sides.

One told him that this was wrong, that he needed to get back and try and fix things with Ada.

Yet the other...the selfish side of him was telling him to stay there for a little while longer...to forget about everything that had just happened.

He got dressed and left; disgusted with himself for betraying Ada like that…

Meanwhile Ada rushed through the streets looking for Joel. It was heading into the early hours of the morning and she had debated all night whether to go after him or hope he would come back on his own. She hated fighting. But Joel had hurt her with the stupid things he’d said. He’d been drunk and idiotic to the point of trying to be too honest in order to avoid another argument, only to cause one anyway.

He’d been flattered by her offer. That was what he’d meant to say. His drunken brain not being able to say the right words. Ada knew him enough to know that. She’d be lying to herself if she said that she hadn’t even looked at other men or even found them attractive but never in a million years would she ever act on it.

She’d been searching for him for what felt like hours to apologize for their fight getting out of hand, for overreacting. She loved and trusted Joel and she needed to tell him that.

But when she saw him leaving Esther's house adjusting his shirt, she froze, her whole body turning cold.

They stopped and stared at each other. They both knew what he had done.

“Joel….please tell me you didn’t...” Ada uttered with a sob.

Joel stopped and looked back at her, his heart sinking as she spoke. This was it...He slowly nodded his head and looked away from her, unable to even keep eye contact.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered…

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