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j-onedrabbles · 10 months

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𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒕. 𝟐

✧ PAIRING: HYUNJIN X GN!READER X FELIX ✧ CW: FEELING UNLOVED, CRYING, DRAMATIC HYUNJIN, POLICE MENTIONED ✧ WC: 1K ✧ NOTE: part 1; for those that were waiting for prt 2, here you are!

Something seemed off when Felix woke up. Hyunjin was still fast asleep next to him, very typical. He wasn’t gonna be waking up anytime soon. But he was missing a partner.

Felix got out of bed and checked the kitchen and living room. No Y/n. He checked around their home. No Y/n.

He grabbed his phone from the room and dialed their number. It rang a few times but went to voicemail.

“Hey babe. I was just calling to check on you. You’re probably at work but you weren’t here when I woke up. Just wanted to make sure you’re alright. Call me or text me when you have a minute. I love you.”

Felix ended the message and put his phone away and went to cook breakfast.

Y/n stared at the notification on their screen. One voicemail from Felix. They should listen to it but they couldn’t bring themselves to. Their friend was the one that listened and relayed the message.

Y/n felt a little bad for not leaving a note or anything. But that wouldn’t fix the distance. Ignoring it was for the best. Maybe the two would forget about them altogether.

It was about three or four hours later Hyunjin started texting them.

Hyune❣️: Hey. I noticed some of your stuff missing in the drawers, did you go on a trip and not tell us? Are you okay? Felix and I haven't heard from you all day and you didn't say much last night. Your locations off… is everything okay hun?

Y/n looked at the messages as they popped up on the screen. Their friend had gone to work so now they were left to deal with their own situation. Felix’s contact took over their screen again. Y/n let it ring before a voicemail popped up a few moments later

“Hey, love. If you can just let hyune or me know you are okay, we’d appreciate it. we love you, I hope you know that?”

Felix’s voice sounded so worried. They only guessed Hyunjin was on the verge of calling the police to find them. Y/n sighed and dialed Felix’s number. He picked up on the first ring.

“Are you okay?” He asked

“I’m fine, Felix. I'm at a friend's house.” Y/n said, playing with the throw blanket

“What’s going on, love? It’s not like you to be M.I.A for half a day.”

“Did they pick up?!” Hyunjin yelled

“It’s nothing. Just staying at a friend's house.”

Y/n was trying not to break down. Hearing both boys so worried made their stomach drop and tears threaten to fall.

“Is it something we did?” Felix asked

“No,” the voice crack set them off

“Come home, please. Let’s all sit down and talk, yeah?”

Felix was tough to actually say no to. Especially when he was sad. He was someone no one wanted to see upset. It was by no means of him trying to manipulate, he just had soft heart and a lot of emotions. Everyone around them hated seeing Felix upset.

Y/n thought for a moment before telling both the boys they were on their way home and they’d see them soon. Both reassured them that they loved them before hanging up.

Y/n grabbed their belongings and let their friend know where they were going before getting in the car and heading back to the apartment they shared with the two idols. Felix and Hyunjin waited pretty impatiently. Trying to figure out why Y/n would have left without saying anything.

All thoughts came to a halt when the two heard the door open. Felix was the first to rush, crying a little when he saw Y/n was back and okay. He couldn’t help but run over to them and wrap his arms around them, crying into their shoulder.

Y/n froze for a moment before breaking down themselves, wrapping their arms around him and crying into his shirt. Hyunjin came around the corner not long after and joined in their crying hug.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n mumbled into Felix’s shirt

“It’s okay,” Felix replied.

Soon the three moved onto the couch. Hyunjin lying against the back with Y/n on his chest and Felix on top of their stomach. Taking a few more minutes to calm down from their cry session.

“What’s going on hun?” Hyunjin asked as he kissed the side of Y/n’s head, his fingers playing with theirs.

“You guys have just been… so distant lately. I know I haven’t been in the relationship long but…”

The two listened as they trailed off. Not speaking a word and just providing comfort, letting them tell them at their own pace.

“I just feel like I'm a third wheel in the relationship rather than a partner. And after last night when all I got was a goodnight, I figured you guys didn’t need me anymore.”

“We’re so sorry hun.” Hyunjin sniffled behind them

“We didn’t mean to leave you out. I think we both thought you would just follow us to bed. We were drained yesterday and didn’t even think, that's not an excuse though.” Felix added

“I shouldn’t have left last night. I just…”

“You don’t need to explain,” Hyunjin said

“No. we should of been more attentive and brought you to bed with us,” Felix added

“Preparing for tour is exhausting though…” Hyunjin chuckled

“You guys are going on tour?” It was their job of course. But Y/n couldn’t help but cry thinking about the two leaving them for an extended period of time while the traveled.

“Yeah. We were stuck late at the company trying to convince management to let you come with us.” Hyunjin added

“Really?” Y/n looked back at him

“Of course. We wanna bring you with us. I think more after what we just talked about.” Felix added

Y/n cried again. Both jumping to comfort them and wipe their tears. Y/n giggled at them and reassured them they were happy tears. Happy that these two loved them enough to bring them around the world with them, even if they were working. They were doing their best to make time and make it work.

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sturniol0s · 4 months

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DARE. MATT STURNIOLO

part 3

matt x fem!reader

a harmless prank wont hurt right?

warnings- use of y/n, swearing, kissing, use of weed and alcohol again😭

a/n: i dont know if this is good or not.

matts pov

i wake up at around 2:13 am and see y/n in my bed.

oh my fucking god, i just had sex with the girl i got dared to date. i didn’t think it would go this far.

i run down stairs to chris and nick.

“guys” i say as i tap on chris’s and nicks shoulder.

“what?” chris ask

“omg did u guys have sex?” nick asks

“um, maybe” i reply

“WHAT” chris and nick yell

“don’t yell, shes upstairs” i say

“how did it happen?” nick asks

i explained the situation to them

“i didn’t know it would get this far, i just wanted her to come over to smoke” i explain to them

“it was a mistake i shouldnt have told her to come over” i say as they listen

y/n’s pov

i wake up to see matt gone. i get up and put my clothes on, i was planning on jump scaring matt in the living room, as i was going down the stairs i hear matt.

“i just wanted her to come over to smoke. it was a mistake i shouldnt have told her to come” as he says that i can feel tears rush down my face. i sneakily get out through the front door with out him noticing.

i call my friend to pick me up.

“hey madi, can you pick me up?” i say as i sniffle

“yeah, of course. where are you?” she asks

“im outside the sturniolo’s house..” i reply

“okay, im on my way”

i see a car pull up to the front of their house.

“oh my god, what happened?” she asks as she puts a strand of my hair behind my ear

i explain what happened between me and matt.

“im so sorry that happened to you. he doesn’t deserve you” she says trying to comfort me

matts pov

i go upstairs to see that she isn’t here. fuck, shes already gone. i grab my phone from my pocket to text her

texts messages

today, 1:27 am

Me: Im here!

Y/n: okay, give me a minute to get outside

Me: No, i mean im at your front door.

today, 5:53 am

Me: hey, you didnt say goodbye?

*read*

she left me on read. the first time she actually done that, usually she would answer as fast as she could.

after scrolling through my phone for a little while. i start to feel tired even though i just woke up. i fall asleep.

“matt, matt MATT” nick yells

“what?” i say half asleep

“get dressed, we gotta go to an event” he tells me

“10 more minutes” i beg

“no, get up” he says

i check my phone to see the time, 7:04 pm, but instead something else catches my attention. i get a notification from instagram that someone posted, it was a photo of y/n, madi and her friends at a party. i check the name to see it was posted by y/n.

i throw on a black t-shirt and a zip up, along with a pair of baggy jeans.

at the event

i heard a voice behind me and turned around, i turned to see a girl from freshman year of high school. i decided to take a picture with the girl for my instagram, as chris was about to take the picture she pulled me into a kiss. i saw her at the event. and somehow i find my self inviting her over to my house. she brought weed and alcohol with her.

we went to a room and she smoked it with me. she pulls me in to a kiss. suddenly i started getting deja-vu of when me and y/n did weed and had sex, but all the weed and alcohol had already token over.

the way her hands tugged through the curls in my hair in ways i’ve never felt as i lay her on my bed. everything about this girl is different. she the complete opposite of y/n.

my lips find hers in a kiss. i don’t even know her name.

i find my self siting between her legs, kissing her chest as she lifts her hips for me to grip the back of her jeans and take it off. her clothes find a home with all out other clothes on the floor.

before we do anything else she takes my dick in her mouth. her lips wrap around my shaft as she messily bobs her head. smothering it with spit as she trys to take more.

i let out a loud groan as i push her head deeper, fucking her throat. she continues to gag. her legs are open, and from this angle i can see how wet she is.

i fuck her mouth as i lean over her, rubbing her clit and watching her squirm. it gives me a sense of control.

i tease my tip at her entrance as i dig around for a condom. she opens her legs for me. i put the condom on and push into her without a warning, listening to her cry beneath me.

eventually we would switch so she was on top, she would ride me, nothing i’ve ever had before.

what the fuck am i doing?

“matt, im gonna cum!” she screams, snapping me back to reality.

i slap her ass.

i keep thinking about y/n while fucking the girl.

her cum drips around my cock.

“did you finish?” she asks

“yeah” i reply, ripping the condom off and tossing it in the trash as she puts her clothes on and leaves.

i cant get y/n out of my mind.

y/n pov

after madi picked me up she dropped me off home

“you sure your okay?” she asks

“yeah im fine i just need to be alone right night” i reply

“alright, text me if you need me to come over” she says as she smiles and drives away

i walk into my apartment complex and get in the elevator. i turn my phone on to see a notification from matts instagram. as im waiting for the elevator to go up i collapse on to the floor crying.

why was he kissing another girl?

the voice him calling us a mistake kept repeating in my head.

a couple days later

madi set me up on a date with a guy she saw on tinder. she clearly didn’t tell me that she made me a tinder account, the date was held at a restaurant.

im currently getting ready. im wearing a short black dress with heels.

at the date, the guy seemed nice he just wasn’t him. i knew what i was looking for, even though matt called us a mistake he probably didn’t mean it, right?

part 4?👀

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 6 months

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Rational Fear

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fear of needles, fear of getting blood drawn, fluff at the end

Request by @sylvanianlucy: could you write somethign about the reader being afraid of needles. i'm REALLY scared of them and still cry when i get shots no matter how old I am. Thank you!

Summary: you are deathly afraid of needles and you have an appointment to get your blood drawn coming up. How will you ever be okay with going?

Square Filled: grabbed by the chin for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Today is not your best day. Things started going wrong the second you woke up. You slept through your phone alarms, there was no hot water for your shower, your coffee machine exploded on you which caused you to go change, and the bus was late to pick you up. You don’t own a car since you live so close to work that you can take the bus.

All of this is the reason why you have been chewing on your nails since the moment you got onto the bus, and why your hair is a tangled mess from you pulling on it. Not to mention you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so your eyes are a bit red.

You keep your head down when you walk into the bullpen. The B Team is in the air today, so you have a day of catching up on paperwork. If you’re lucky, you don’t have to talk to anyone. Everyone is in the break room getting their daily dose of caffeine so you quickly hide at your desk and pretend to be super busy so they won’t bother you.

When you log into your computer, a calendar notification pops up on the top right of the screen. When you read it, your blood instantly turns to ice. A chill runs down your spine as fear seeps into your skin. Just breathe, Y/N. You’re going to be okay. In… Out… You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the notification so you wait until it disappears. It’s gone but the fear is still there.

There’s nothing to be scared of. No one dies from having their blood taken. A medical professional is going to be there the entire time. They know what they’re doing. They do it every day to millions of people. You’re being irrational. Then why are your palms sweaty, your heart racing, and your entire body shivering? Even the thought of being anywhere near needles makes your blood run cold. You hate needles. You hate what they look like. You hate the thought of one. You hate one making contact with your skin.

Even as a child, needles scared the shit out of you. You’d watch horror movies that involve them which would scare the shit out of you. People in those movies would always misuse them for nefarious purposes, and your little brain thought that’s what people actually did in real life. Nothing traumatic happened to you involving needles but something doesn’t have to be traumatic for you to fear it.

This is one of those times.

Emily walks in with two coffees in her hand; one for you and one for her. It doesn’t matter if you’ve made one for yourself in the break room because she always has the better kind. She sees you at your desk and hops over with a smile on her face.

“I have a present for you,” she sings. When you don’t turn to face her, her smile is lost. She sets both coffees on her desk and looks at you to see just how much of a mess you are. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” All you can do is shake your head. “Would you like to go somewhere more private?” You nod. “Come on.”

She takes your hand and notices how clammy it is. You’re nervous about something and she is going to be there for whatever it is. She takes you to an empty office and closes the door to ensure privacy. If this were anyone else, you wouldn’t think about spilling but this is Emily. You have a massive crush on her and she is your biggest supporter in everything you do.

“I have an appointment today after work,” you whisper and look down. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?” she asks kindly.

“I have to get my blood drawn. I’m terrified of needles. I don’t know why I am. All I know is that I even think about them and my whole body freezes. I know it’s childish,” you sigh.

Emily gently grabs your chin and lifts it so you’re looking up at her.

“No fear is childish. If it scares you, then it’s real. It’s okay to be scared of needles. It’s not an uncommon fear.”

“But I don’t have a legitimate reason to be scared of them. I wasn’t traumatized or anything. I’m just scared of them.”

“That doesn’t matter. A fear is a fear and it’s valid because it affects you.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor’s alone.”

“Who says you have to be alone?” she grins and sits next to you.

“You’d come with me?”

“I’d go with you to the end of the world if you asked me to. I’m going to be right there next to you,” she grabs your hand, “holding your hand.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Anything for you. I mean it,” she smiles back.

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bad268 · 8 months

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Angel (Mick Schumacher X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 16 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: pregnant reader, mentions throwing up once (literally just says it, doesn't actually go anywhere).

Pronouns: You/your (but pregnant reader)

W.C. 395

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Writing Inktober 2023 Materlist

~~(^Google/US Sun)

It had already been a long day, and you hadn’t even done anything other than watch a movie, sleep, and throw up. Being pregnant was no joke, and currently, you were regretting it.

Currently, you were sitting on the couch, watching your comfort show while sipping some tea in an attempt to ease your stomach when your phone went off with a text notification.

“Are you feeling any better or is it still as bad as when I called you earlier?” It read from Mick. He called you right when you woke up since he was in the UK doing some pretesting and would be busy pretty much all day.

“Not really. I know you’re in a meeting, but I miss you,” You sent back. You didn’t want to be too much of a downer, especially when he couldn’t really do anything to help.

“I’ll always text you. Toto can’t take my phone away,” he replied immediately before three more dots appeared. “If you need anything let me know. I’ll call you after the meeting.”

It didn’t feel like you were asleep for long, but when you opened your eyes, the moon was high in the sky. Last you remembered, it was barely noon. You can’t even remember if you zoned out while watching your show or if you actually fell asleep. What pulled you out of your trance? Knocking, but who would be at your house at 10 o'clock at night (you checked the clock)?

You got up from the blanket cocoon you had buried yourself in to answer it, and it was a delivery of your favorite food. You thanked the person before closing the door and heading back to the couch to text Mick.

“Did you send me this?” You sent with a picture.

It didn’t take long for him to answer with, “Of course! I needed to make sure you ate something.” It made you tear up at his thoughtful actions.

“You're an angle,” You sent back quickly, immediately noticing the typo. You let out a groan before going to correct yourself, “**Angel”.

“Acute one I hope?” He replied to the first text, ignoring the correction. You laughed to yourself for a second, thinking of a response.

“If I say yes, will you come home sooner?” I joked, slightly optimistic.

“Answer the door,” his text read as there was more knocking.

~~~~~

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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sorry’s never enough | c.h

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: you’re betrayed again by your boyfriend, who just can’t seem to keep his promise

warnings: angst, no happy ending, kinda toxic relationship, arguing (it’s a short one)

a/n: surprise ! this is kinda weird for me to post randomly and not tell anyone but i this randomly hit me. also i feel like i should note, i know i’ve written many fics of this scenario and it seems to be a common theme with calum fics but this in no way shape or form represents calum hood as a person. this is strictly fiction and written for entertainment purposes. thank you.

not proofread

requests open

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you should’ve expected it, from the moment he stepped out the door and got on that plane. you should’ve known better.

he was going to do it, it was only a matter of time before the evidence got back to you. it was just a waiting game for you. would he keep his promise?

no. he doesn’t care.

that morning you woke up, like usual, nothing was out of the ordinary. you got out of bed, made it, and took duke outside to do his business. everything was going normally. until it wasn’t.

you finished breakfast, put away the dirty dishes, and decided to take a scroll on your phone. your boyfriend's tour was coming to an end and it had been one beautiful tour. he seemed to be having the time of his life, and he was even happier it seemed. and it made you feel better about your relationship. you thought, for just a second, that maybe, just maybe, he kept his word.

but when you got the notification from sierra your heart sank. the pictures and the videos of calum at a bar with another girl. his arm slung around her waist as he kisses her, his hand on her jaw. it made you feel sick to your stomach, looking at the photos. sierras message ended with ‘im sorry, hun.’ you felt the tears swelling in your eyes and the aching in your chest had returned.

how could he do this to you?

“hey babe” calum enters the house, walks to you and presses a kiss on your cheek. he noticed you didn’t acknowledge him, so as he was setting his bags down he turned to you. “is everything okay?” you laid your phone down on the counter and slid it over to him. “i don’t know, is it?” you asked, your voice stung like venom. calum looks down at the phone which revealed an article that read: “calum hood spotted with mystery girl at a london nightclub. what happened with his girlfriend? or now, ex-girlfriend’

you saw his expression sour, pushing the phone back towards you. “so?” you asked again. he had no answer, and you saw the gears turning in his head trying to come up with another excuse. “i’m sorry.”

that’s all he had to say? after everything? everything you’ve done for him. all the sacrifices you made just to be with him. that’s all? "don't apologize if you are just going to keep doing this shit, apologize when you're actually going to change because im tired of having my hopes crushed every time" you were livid, your chest burned with anger. even looking at him made your feel sick. calum tan his fingers through his hair, huffing quietly. “if you would ever go on tour with us, this would never happen.” "oh, so i'm the one at fault?" "that's not what i'm saying-" "well, it jolly well sure sounds like it!"

“I don't want to do this with you." "that's what you always say whenever I'm trying to talk some sense into you." you rubbed your temples. talking was him wasn’t always this hard, in the beginning, he was the most caring person but as time went on he grew distant. “i’ve given you my life, calum. i made sacrifices for us to be together. i dropped everything just to be with you, you choose to do this to me? after everything?”

you heard a groan come from his side followed by yet another huff. this wasn’t the first time calum had cheated on you, and you should’ve known it wouldn’t be the last time either but you chose to talk it out and overcome the pain and suffering. you thought it had worked, but obviously, it didn’t. “i never asked you to do anything of that either, y/n. you chose to put your life on hold because of me. i didn’t”

“and you never stopped me!” you yelled, throwing your hands up in the air. “what do you want from me, calum? am i not good enough for you anymore? what am i doing wrong, please just tell me!” by this point, you were starting to break. tears welled in your eyes and your face flushed red. “it isn’t you.” he stated matter-a-factly. you couldn’t help but laugh at his response. “it isn’t me?” you repeated, and once again pushed your phone towards him. “the evidence proves otherwise cal.”

calum knew he was hurting you, he knew he put you through hell and back and that you didn’t deserve it. there was no excuse for what he did to you, he just never wanted to face the truth. “you never change do you, calum? you never fucking change.” you snatched your phone away from the counter, and looked at him one last time. “i’ve had enough, calum. i’m done. i can’t believe i loved you” you pointed in his face, and maybe it came out harsher than expected but at that point, you were so tired.

his eyes shot up at the word ‘loved’ it made his heart stop. surely he heard that wrong, right? “loved?” he asked, following you into the hallway where you were heading but you didn’t respond. you entered the shared bedroom “i’ve been pretending to love you for a long time, calum.” he saw the bags sitting atop the bed. two duffel bags and a large suitcase, “what do you mean?”

a dry chuckle left your throat, “i mean, i’ve been faking it since the first time you done this, i thought for a while that you had changed but obviously you didn’t. and frankly i’m tired of waiting time hoping you’d come around.” you grab a few of the bags ready to head out the door as your friend had texted you that she was on her way. “calum, i did love you. i loved you for years, and maybe we were meant to be together but i can trust you when you go out and get with these other girls. i’m sorry”. you pressed the softest kiss on his cheek.

“don’t come looking for me, just focus on yourself, calum.”

you saw the tears in his eyes, he was guilty and regretful for what he has done to you. “i’m sorry.” you nod, “i know you are.”

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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heyy so i have a rq bc god save me your angst writings are the best ✨

i was wondering if you could write a lil fic abt Jude where he cheats on the reader and she finds out via social media and then she breaks things off and he's super broken and stuff and he all of a sudden remembers all the happy memories and the ending is bittersweet and there's no fluff except for the memories? like the ending is super sad?

you're writing is actually the best i've read in tumblr like girl publish a book already 😍

Lovefool - Jude Bellingham

"Dear I fear we're facing a problem. You love me no longer, I know and maybe there's nothing that I can do, to make you do."

Now Playing . . . Lovefool by The Cardigans

It's crazy how a few hours night out could break your relationship with someone/ The mind makes you do things, your body makes you do things, your emotions make you do things you know deep down in your heart you'll regret when you wake up in the morning. And yet you still do it.

Jude went out with his teammates to celebrate a huge win for their season. You declined Jude's offer to accompany him and he accepted your refusal with a small smile.

You remember bidding your boyfriend goodbye as he stepped into his car, waving your hand with a smile.

"Be back before 2." you said. Jude pops his head out his window with a smile. "Okay, ma." Jude said jokingly.

You went back in the house as the car drove away from the driveway and the hours ticked to what would be the end of your relationship.

You woke up in your bed as usual, the air around you felt awkwardly cold. Your head turns beside you and the side of your bed was left empty. The sheets you didn't hog and you reserved for your boyfriend was still there, clean and untouched. A red flag went off in your mind. Something was wrong but you didn't know whether to panic or stay calm.

Your hand reaches for your cellphone. Your lockscreen was filled with notifications. Twitter and Instagram quickly filled your notifications. Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

You clicked on one of the notifications and it leads you to Twitter where a video plays.

In the video, the atmosphere was dark and the only source of lights were artificial lights coloring red, blue, and yellow. The camera shakes and the music was loud. The camera then pans to a man, a man you knew all too well. A man that you found was your boyfriend.

Jude's hand was secured on the girl's neck as the camera's flash helped you see that Jude and this girl's lips were connecting.

Your heart dropped and a lump crawled up your throat. Your head spun as you tried to contain your thoughts. You felt sick. The video kept playing and your hand instinctively threw the phone into the bed.

Your hand touched your mouth as tears quickly fell from your eyes. You sobbed into your hand. Your body shook.

Did he love you no longer? Did he drop signs that you were too love-sick to see?

Did he lose feelings whilst you clung onto them?

That wasn't Jude, that couldn't be Jude. You thought to yourself as more tears brimmed your eyes.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open. Your heart dropped once more.

Why would he do this to me, to himself? You thought.

Footsteps began ascending the stairs. Your teeth bit into the palm of your hand as you tried to think of something, anything but the video you just saw.

What were you going to do? Turn a blind eye and act like you saw nothing? Or face him for what he did wrong and risk losing the person you spent loving for all these years?

Before you could conclude to your final answer a figure appears on your bedroom door.

Jude.

Your stomach twisted into knots and you felt sick once more. Jude looked at you with a tired and sympathetic expression.

He knew what he did.

And by the tears streaming down your face, you did too.

Your hand removes from your mouth, Jude feels his heart breaking away.

You stood up with shaky legs.

"Why?" you whispered. Jude's hand began accumulating sweat as his heart began beating out of his chest.

He asked himself the same thing. Why? Why did he do this to you? After years he had loved you unconditionally, why?

"I'm sorry." he croaked, tears of his own slipping down his cheek.

Your legs walked toward him. You didn't know what to do, what to think. You loved Jude, you did. But did he love you back after what he had done to you?

"I thought you loved me." you whispered, looking into his eyes. "I do, baby. I love you so much." he whispered, his hand shaking. He wanted to hug you, to kiss you. But he knew dee down you wouldn't kiss back. He knew that if he kissed your lips, your lips were loyal to him, and his weren't.

His eyes were glossed with tears and feelings. Emotions that you could only describe as pity and sadness. But those were the eyes you longed to look at everyday. The eyes which you loved. The eyes that once looked at you with nothing but adoration.

You wanted to find in the depths of your heart any sympathy you had to forgive him because you wanted to believe that he truly did love you. His lips were yours even if his lips kissed another.

"You don't mean that." you hissed. "If you did, you wouldn't have done that to me." you looked at Jude in his eyes once more. His eyes broke underneath yours. Your eyes were glossy from old and new tears and it was because of him.

"I'm sorry." Jude whispered, his hand nearing to touch your shoulder which your hand quickly flicked away. "Don't." you said lowly.

You slipped out the bedroom door, quickly making your way down the stairs leaving Jude by himself and his thoughts.

There was nothing you could do. If he had fallen out of love, you would accept that. If you spent your years loving him for all of that to be thrown away in a night, you would accept that. If you could accept the fact that the lips you thought were yours and yours alone, you could.

Minutes pass and Jude hears the door slams shut.

Jude looks down on the ground, tears falling.

Memories quickly surge his mind.

Never again would he hold your hands when he was nervous, happy, or sad. Never would he hear your laughter that echoed throughout his mind every time he heard it. Never would he see the smile that made his heart ache. And never would he hear the heartbeat that once beated for him and only him.

The eyes that once looked at him lovingly with nothing but love, looked at him with hatred. The lips that brought words of affirmation and affection spat venom and acid.

The heart that mended his own, he broke.

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #iluvshinytwink #imsoslaying #delulu hours exe

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Allostasis

(Chapter 2)

As a general rule of thumb, Grian doesn’t do public servers for a multitude of reasons. This one hadn’t even made it onto the list.

TW for implied sexual assault, PTSD symptoms, Self-Neglect, and minor Disordered Eating

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Grian woke to more messages. Some from hermits, but he didn't bother looking at those too closely, too preoccupied with the hours-old notification in the universal chat.

samgladiator: griannnnnnn

samgladiator: i know you havent blocked me grian cmon

samgladiator: are you mad about the redstone thingy? i was just goofing and gaffing you know what im like lol

Grian laid his head back against his pillow, eyes closed as he tried to figure out how to respond. His eye hurt. He didn't want to get out of bed. He didn't want to build, he didn't want to fish, he didn't want to work on anything right now. He was tired.

His comm buzzed again.

GoodTimeWithScar: hey grain, how are you doing after yesterday?

Grian: bit tired, but just fine! thanks for checking in

He was tapping out a lie before he could even think about it, not wanting to worry Scar. He had enough to concern himself with even before Grian was involved, he didn't have to add any more stressors to his plate.

Scar said something else, but Grian had closed his messages already, opening Sam's again, staring at them. What was he even supposed to say to that? Call him out on his bullshit? Laugh along with his shitty excuse of a joke? A voice in the back of his head was telling Grian to block him, but that would just make Sam mad, he reasoned.

Grian: what do you want sam

He regretted the message the instant he sent it, flinching as he turned off his comm again. Why was he so stupid? Why couldn't he leave well enough alone?

Grian turned over on his side, pulling a pillow over his head with a groan as the communicator buzzed. If only he hadn't just woken up, then he could fall asleep again and ignore all of this for even longer.

Of course, Grian had no such luck. Instead he laid there, staring at the blank wall in front of him.

His comm buzzed yet again and Grian let out a bitter laugh, he could almost imagine Sam staring in anticipation at his own comm, waiting for Grian to get back to him after all this time. It was kind of pathetic, if that was what he was doing. How lonely was he?

And yet, Grian was reaching over to read his messages anyways.

samgladiator: i'm sorry.

samgladiator: like for real. no jokes. i know we were really messed up as kids and ive been working on it i promise. i guess i saw you and it just felt like we were kids again. fucked up but still in it together. i didnt mean it

He was still trying to process the words when another message came through, automatically populating the chat.

samgladiator: you can keep ignoring me if you want, i get it :( but if youre ever willing, i wanna make it up to you. text me whenever

He was going to throw up. There were a few panicked moments as he dug through his chests, silently pleading to anyone listening that he actually had a bucket up in his base, not just lost in his chest monster down below. His wishes were answered luckily, however unneeded, as he curled over the metal bucket on the floor, retching and dry heaving. His stomach was already empty, bile burning his throat, but that wasn't enough to curb the ill piercing it's way through his entire being.

Grian wasn't sure how long he sat there, bucket in his lap as his body tried to evacuate his stomach's non-existent contents. He was trembling when he finally managed to stop gagging, the bucket empty aside from a couple stray tears that had made their way down his cheeks. He was so tired again.

Shakily, he set the bucket down on the ground, easily accessible just in case. The sound of metal meeting the wooden floor was so, so loud in his ears, echoing around his base, making him flinch. Grian took a deep breath, carefully getting up on two wobbly legs before rolling into bed again. He should eat.

He didn't get up, falling asleep again.

I'm sorry. Sam might as well have written those words on the inside of Grian's eyelids, as often as he was stuck thinking about them. Sam didn't apologize, that was part of what made him so insufferable to begin with, always convinced that he was in the right. So what the hell was this?

Grian wasn't sure how long it had been since he received those last messages from Sam, not really bothering with the passage of time. He'd spent most of said time thinking, turning over what had happened and what Sam had said in his head, picking at pieces of food he had laying around the base, and making up excuses to not have to see any other hermits.

He knew he was in a sorry state, and he knew he had to pull himself together before anybody saw him. Unfortunately, the universe seemed to have other plans.

“Grian!” Joel's voice was loud, Grian almost didn't recognize it as his own name, directed towards him. He pulled a pillow over his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Maybe if he ignored him, he'd go away.

That was too much to hope for though. Why would Joel ever go away when he could cause problems instead?

“Grian! It's Sunday!” His voice was getting closer, and all Grian could think to do was hold the pillow even tighter over his head. “It's Sunday and you're not at the permit office! Get your butt out here! Or else I'll come in, and drag you out of your birdhouse by your scrawny little ankles, I swear to-'' Joel's voice peaked in both volume and proximity the same time it petered off into uncertainty. Then, it was quieter again. “Grian?”

Grian just groaned in response, holding the pillow even tighter over his head, maybe he could suffocate in it. Then he would respawn, Joel would laugh it off, call him some names for being stupid enough to do something like that, and everything would go back to normal instead of whatever else was about to happen, whatever lecture he was about to receive.

No such luck. Instead he felt a touch on his forearm, something he instinctively rolled away from which left him looking up at the other, wide eyes meeting even wider. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn’t force anything to come out. He noticed too late to stop just how tightly he was clutching the pillow to his chest, he must look like a mess.

Joel slowly withdrew his hand, and judging by how his brows furrowed and ears flattened against the top of his head the mess part was definitely true. Without wasting another moment, Joel schooled his expression into something more neutral— as if his tail flicking back and forth didn’t give him away— and sat bodily onto the foot of Grian’s bed, bouncing on the mattress.

“You seem busy, the permit office can wait,” he said with a shrug, not looking directly at Grian. He sat cross-legged, pulling his tail into his lap to brush the fur into place, pulling out a leaf and dropping it on the floor without even checking if Grian would care. His wings itched at the reminder of what could be. “Impulse’s wall is starting to get some graffiti on it, have you had a chance to see? Gem’s got a real good tag up there, I think you’d like it.”

Grian was silent, pulling his legs up just a bit so they weren’t in Joel’s way and shifting onto his back to look up at the ceiling instead of the tanuki in front of him. He couldn’t tell if this was better or worse than if the other had just confronted him about what was going on.

“I’ve actually been thinking about what I want to put on it,” Joel continued after a moment, as if the other actually had responded. Grian’s muscles ached from the sudden movements after what felt like days of disuse, leading to him stretching his legs out again, around Joel this time, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I need to put something up over by my base, I couldn’t stand it if it didn’t match my build, even if it was undeniably fantastic.”

He just kept talking, filling the empty air with his voice. Grian wouldn’t admit it, but it was sort of soothing, having somebody else around instead of just jumping from thought to thought, getting lost in them and feeling worse and worse.

It did start feeling awkward after a little, having Joel sit while he laid in bed, so Grian forced himself to sit up even as his muscles protested, at least a little, leaning back against the headboard of his bed.

“Thought you might have fallen asleep or something,” Joel joked once Grian had settled, making him look away in embarrassment. “I wouldn’t have blamed you, you look blummin’ tired, huge bags under your eyes. Something bothering you?” He asked, as if the answer wasn’t obvious. Grian only shrugged, not trusting his voice after so long, thankfully Joel didn’t push for an answer beyond that, coming to the same conclusion. “Stupid question, sorry. New question, when’s the last time you got out of bed?”

Grian must have made a face at that, because Joel laughed before managing to catch himself, snapping his mouth shut, which pulled the quietest huff of laughter out of Grian in turn. Just that by itself made his throat hurt a bit.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to be a good friend here.” Joel’s tone was light, and his smile made it clear he considered the small noise a success. “Hey, bed boy, let’s get you up and clean, how’s that sound? You go shower, and I’ll make you some real food.”

He wanted to protest, but his throat felt all closed up, and his traitor of a stomach growled at the thought of something other than stale bread for the first time in forever. Instead he pouted, petulant, and held his hands out.

“Yes!” Joel pumped his fist, making Grian roll his eyes. This was so stupid. “Sorry, come on, let’s get you moving again.” He slid off the bed first, taking Grian’s hands and helping him stand up. He almost fell at first, leaning far too much of his weight onto Joel, his legs wanting to do nothing but lay down again. “Careful, can you stand by yourself?”

It took a couple hundred ticks for him to stop swaying, and a couple more for him to finally stand on his own, wings spread just a bit to help him keep balance. He took a deep breath, trying to think of anything but said wings.

“Good job, you’re doing great,” Joel murmured, and it didn’t sound mocking at all, but Grian couldn’t help himself from ruining everything good that happened to him.

“I’m not a child,” he croaked out, voice rough from disuse, it almost didn’t sound like him.

Joel must have thought the same, because he looked shocked, though he quickly gathered himself again. “I know you’re not,” he scolded gently, too kind, “but you look like you’ve been through hell and back, and I want to make this as easy for you as possible."

And now he felt bad, guilty, for ever considering anything different than that. “Sorry,” he managed, even quieter, but Joel shook his head.

“Go get cleaned up, alright? I’ll make some food for you.” He brushed Grian’s hair out of his eyes, brows furrowing again, and he only pulled away when Grian nodded, throat hurting too much to say anything else at the moment.

He didn’t think Joel was going to find anything to make in his base right now, having neglected to actually fill many of the chests, Grian was lucky to have had enough bread to last him as long as it had. Regardless, he made his way to the tiny shower he’d managed to cram into the base, cranking the water heat up as high as it could for now and carefully pulling his t-shirt he’d been wearing for void knows how long off over his wings. He crinkled his nose, imagining the smell he’d become blind to and immediately feeling grateful that Joel hadn’t said anything about it.

Grian kicked off his pants without much fanfare and immediately dove into the shower, melting under the hot water. Now that he was made aware of it, he could feel the layer of grime that was surely there covering his skin, burning water finally melting it away. He carefully sat on the floor of the shower, barely managing to fit in the small space, especially with his wings. He took a deep breath, resting his head on the wall behind him, and just soaked it up like a fish left out of the river for too long, he chuckled softly to himself at the comparison.

He must have dozed off or something, because he jolted awake at the sharp knock on the door, and Joel's voice coming from just outside of it. “You alright in there Grian? Food’s almost done!”

“Y-yeah!” He called back before even thinking about it, regretting it immediately, voice scratchy. His throat hurt, but he didn't have time to worry about that, fumbling for the shampoo among the other bottles in the shower with him.

He definitely spent too much time just sitting under the water, so he tried to properly clean himself up as quickly as possible, so Joel wouldn't be left waiting. It wasn't long before he was out again, towel around his waist, hair and feathers dripping as he peeked out the door into the rest of the base.

“Joel?” He tried not to speak too loudly, not wanting to irritate his throat more, but he needed the other's attention. It seemed the other wasn't wandering far though, with how quickly he reappeared. “Can you-” He coughed. “Can you bring me clean clothes?”

Joel brightened up the more he spoke, nodding quickly as his tail swished behind him. “Of course! Be right back!” And he was off again.

He was back just as quick, and Grian didn't have the energy to ask him how he managed to find everything so easily, and whether or not his closet was left in decent state. Instead he closed the bathroom door again, pulling on clean clothes and already feeling a bit better. The sweater topped that feeling off, covering him like a security blanket. He shook the water out of his hair and wings before padding out into the main room again, catching a whiff of something that smelled amazing.

“Hey,” Grian's gaze fell on Joel, who was setting up a place for him to sit. “Your hair's a mess still.”

He blushed, shrugging his shoulders. He sat down before Joel even suggested he did, feeling tired.

“I can brush it for you,” he offered, setting down a grilled salmon in front of Grian, whose mouth was watering already. “I've done it for Lizzie before, I promise not to pull.”

“Did you catch this?” Grian asked instead, forcing himself to slow down before he ate the whole thing immediately.

“Borrowed one of your poles, figured you wouldn't mind too much,” Joel explained, setting a steaming mug down in front of him too.

He hummed softly in response, forcing himself to slow down after a couple bites and taking a sip of the tea Joel had made him. Far too sweet.

“I added some extra honey,” either Joel was reading his mind, or he'd made a face without realizing. “Your throat sounded pretty rough, it'll be good for you.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, truly meaning it, whether it sounded that way or not. Joel was pretty quiet while he finished eating, puttering around the small base, occupying himself. Eventually he finished, pushing the plate away for later, and he heard Joel coming up behind him.

“I found your brush, mind if I take care of your hair?”

Grian sighed, a little smile creeping onto his face. “I guess, you promised not to pull though,” he reminded the other, head tilting back a bit.

“And I meant it!” Joel sounded offended, though he snickered after a second. “It'll help, you'll feel more like a person,” he murmured, and Grian felt him starting to work his fingers through his hair.

“You've been helping a lot already,” Grian admitted softly, relaxing easily into the touch. How long was his hair now? It couldn't be too much longer than he usually kept it.

“Glad to hear,” for once Joel didn't sound smug or full of himself, just genuinely glad. “How long have you been out of it?” The brush started working it's way through his hair.

“Dunno,” Grian mumbled, taking a deep breath. “Since… Since I last went off server,” he felt himself tense a little at the reminder, wings twitching.

“With Scar and Mumbo?” Joel kept his tone even, non-judgemental for once. “They mentioned your eye, was that what happened?”

A hand suddenly flew up to his eye, gently touching the skin near it. “P-part of it. Is it still there?” He'd been avoiding looking in the mirror since.

“Barely,” Joel assured him, and the motion of the brush through his hair started relaxing him again. “I only noticed because I knew to look for it. You said part, what else happened?”

He felt like his throat was closing up, eyes watering a little. “My- my wings,” he managed out, taking a deep breath. “Something happened.”

“Something,” Joel repeated, hands never stopping. “Are they alright? Nothing broken at least? They don't look broken.”

“N-nothing broken,” Grian confirmed, feeling them tremble, just a little. “Don't really wanna-”

“That's fine,” Joel murmured, and it was quiet for a moment. “With me? Or with anyone?”

He didn't know how to answer that, opening his mouth to begin speaking, only to close it when he couldn't think of anything. No, not Joel specifically, but he wasn't sure who, if he would anyone.

“I usually braid Lizzie's hair when I'm done,” Joel said nonchalantly, the brush regretfully leaving Grian's head, “but yours is pretty short. We could try a little ponytail if you want, I think it'd be fun.”

Grian shook his head, reaching for the mug of tea again. Knowing Joel, he'd gather up all the hair in front of his head, pull it all together right on his forehead… Though maybe not today specifically.

There was silence for a bit, comfortable, until Joel decided to speak again. “Would you tell Mumbo?”

Grian froze. Would he? He could. Mumbo knew the kind of stuff he went through when he was young, even if just vaguely. He was scared though, there was always the chance, no matter how small, that Mumbo would scold him when he found out just how deep that rabbit hole went.

“Careful, you'll shatter that,” Joel warned him, moving to take the mug from his white-knuckled hands, setting it down on the table again. Grian hadn't even noticed how tightly he'd been holding onto it. “Not Mumbo then, what about Scar?”

Scar. Scar didn't know any of it. At least, he knew less than Mumbo, he'd have less context clues to put it all together, he'd be reliant on the details Grian told him, and only those.

“... Maybe, I don't know,” he answered honestly, tracing the grain in the table with his finger.

“Maybe is better than no, or trying to shatter a cup of boiling tea all over yourself,” Joel was being dramatic, it wasn't even steaming anymore. “Why don't you take a nap? I'll get him over here in the meantime, I think he'll help, even if you don't tell him.”

Grian hadn't even realized how tired he was again, the thought of a nap sounding much more pleasing to him than it usually would. He didn't even think to argue, nodding as he carefully got up from the table, a yawn escaping him.

“Careful now,” Joel warned, helping him to bed. Grian would have taken offense at that were he not so exhausted, and the second he was laying down again he was out like a light.

#grian #hermitcraft #smallishbeans #yandere high school #writing #my post #allostasis main tag #allostasis fic

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tgirl-waltersullivan · 3 months

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found in the sand: chapter one

a davejade fic

Dave Strider was not afraid of airplanes. That’d be silly. That’d be ridiculous.

He wasn’t afraid of airplanes and he wasn’t afraid of heights, not even a little bit, so, obviously, flying from Houstin to New York alone for the first time wasn’t even that scary. He lived in a Saw trap-ass apartment with a man who thought peak comedy was putting weapons behind doors, he wasn’t scared of some flying metal tube, and he definitely wasn’t on the verge of tears just watching the clouds go past.

He wasn’t in the window seat, obviously, he took aisle, so he could get up and piss if he had to. He had his apple juice in one hand, his phone in the other, his earbuds in, his music blasting, and he was not afraid.

And then, for just a second, the lights flickered and the cabin shuddered. He jolted, splashing his apple juice all over himself and the woman next to him. She let out an indignant gasp, and he muttered something that could have sounded like an apology, unclipping his seatbelt and standing shakily. No, not shakily. He stood easily, loosely, his now empty cup hanging casually at his side, his phone sliding into his pocket like it was second nature. And then he calmly walked to the back of the plane, to the bathrooms.

They were both occupied, so he carefully arranged his body into a casual lean and slipped his phone back out of his pocket again, checking notifications. None, obviously. Cool.

The bathroom door opened and he nodded to the man who stepped out, slipping past him and into the cramped and small restroom. Because, here’s the thing. Even if Dave Strider was afraid of heights, he was much less afraid of small spaces where he could forget the heights.

Calmly, chilly, he used the toilet, flushed, and turned to the sink to wash his hands. For a brief second, he glanced at himself in the mirror, took in his dark skin and bleach fried hair, the acne on his cheeks, the massively oversized hoodie he wore. He looked like a tiny kid, he thought. Lame.

The cabin shuddered again, and he clung to the sink to wait it out. But it didn’t stop. Suddenly, he was violently tossed back, slammed against the wall. There was an impossibly loud sound coming from outside the bathroom, like a jet engine had plopped itself in the middle of the cabin. He scrambled for the door, trying to rip it open, but it wouldn’t budge. The plane was flailing violently, like it was being batted around in the air.

His elbow struck the wall and he screamed as he felt the bone of his upper arm splinter.

And then everything seemed to stop.

He was suspended in air, like in a moment of flight of his own, and he could feel his heartbeat. Thud thud. Thud thud. And then he was slammed to the floor, and everything went dark.

There were flashes after that.

A glaring green light.

A cold pain sinking into his bones.

Water in his lungs.

He didn’t want to die.

He woke up on a beach.

It was beautiful, beautiful in a way nothing else ever had been. The sand was so fine and white, the shells whole and uncrushed. The waves that lapped at his legs were warm and gentle, and the clouds overhead were impossibly soft looking.

He heard footsteps, and a gasp, and a bark. And then he was out again.

He woke up again, and this time, he was in a bed, a soft one, one that felt like actual heaven against his skin. His right arm was splinted, his cheek covered in a bandage, and from what he could feel under the blankets, his ankle was in a cast too. He felt… sick wasn’t quite the right term. He felt great, probably better than he should feel based on the situation, but at the same time, he was queasy, and his head hurt, and he was nervous enough he thought he was going to pass out again.

But he didn’t.

He sat up, and he looked around.

His bro had trained him well, he knew what to look for in a room.

It was… not what he would have expected. It wasn’t a hospital room, or a grungy basement with cameras set up to monitor him. It was an ornate, vintage style bedroom, with draping, gauzy curtains around the bed that didn’t really obstruct the view, but still seemed to keep in warmth. There was a large window seat across the room, and the window let in a slight breeze. A great unlit fireplace sat to his left, a giant globe in front of it, a taxidermied moose head above it. The walls were lined with bookcases, most of which didn’t have actual books on them, but rather small trinkets and tidbits, boxes and animal skulls and a couple fake human skulls. Or at least he assumed they were fake.

There were no weapons to look out for, no obvious traps.

He pushed aside the curtains, swung his legs out of bed, and carefully put some weight on them. His ankle was sore, but it didn’t feel… well, not really broken? Like, maybe a light sprain, but nothing that constituted a cast.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and a dog and a girl waltzed in. The dog, a massive, muttlike white thing immediately seemed to spot Dave and tensed, ears going back. It took Dave a moment to realize how improbable this was since it clearly didn’t have eyes. The girl, on the other hand…

She was tall, maybe taller than Dave, but she couldn’t be much older. She was wearing a pair of muddy overalls, some boots and a tank top. Her long, wild black hair was back in a braid, her glasses sliding down her long crooked nose. She tilted her head at him, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Hey,” Dave said, smoothly and calmly, his voice hardly cracking at all. “I- uh… I don’t think my ankle’s broken.”

“Not anymore, silly,” The girl laughed, abruptly, her stern expression fading. “I fixed it. You’re welcome.”

“Wh-” Dave blinked, slowly. “How long was I…”

“Only a month or so.”

“A month?” He spluttered. “That can’t be- no way.”

“What?” She frowned. “What do you mean? Twenty seven days, that’s almost a month.”

“I passed out- I wasn’t connected to an IV or anything was I? How’d I not starve, huh?”

She shrugged. “I ‘unno. But you’re fine.”

“Yeah, I don’t fucking believe you. Where the fuck am I, anyways?”

“Uhh… my grandpa's room?” She tilted her head.

“No, like… Texas, or Arkansas, or, like, fucking Washington or some shit?”

“Oh, you’re not in America, I don’t think. You’re on Harley Island.”

“Harley what?”

“It’s in the Pacific.”

“... You’re tripping. There’s no way… I’m supposed to be in Houstin, what…” He suddenly found it remarkably hard to breathe. “How… how do I call my dad, tell him where I am?”

“You can’t, there’s no cell signal, and our landline stopped working ages ago.”

“Okay, is there a government, or is this like… what level of island is this? How desert does a desert island gotta be?”

“It’s just me.”

He blinked, slowly. “No it’s not.”

“Um,” She blinked back. “Yeah it is?”

“No, it’s not. You just talked about your grandpa-”

“-Who died ten years ago,” She cut him off. “Do you really think I’d lie about this?”

“Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because… because… how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“You’re my age and you’re living on a desert island, alone.”

“It’s more of a jungle island,” She shrugged. “And I think my brother’s somewhere out there, but I haven’t seen him in a year or two.”

“If you were living alone, you’d be wearing, like, leaves and shit. And living in trees.”

“That’s dumb,” She tilted her head. “Okay, I’m done with this conversation. I think I don’t actually care whether you believe me, so I’m walking away. I have to go check on the garden and feed Bec, here. You can come with, if you want.”

“I don’t want.”

“Fine.” She shrugged, unphased, and with that, she left.

He huffed, reaching down and easily tugging off the cast around his ankle. He was wearing a comfy pair of red pj pants and a black shirt that was definitely not his.

The room was suddenly very cold, and very empty.

He shivered, grabbing a soft fluffy blanket that lay over the heavy comforter, wrapped it around his shoulders and started after the strange girl.

“Wait,” He called. “I’m comin’, hold on.”

The girl had apparently not gone very far, just a few steps down the hallway. She smiled at him as he caught up, trying to put his chin up and shoulders back. She just snorted and shook her head.

“Come on, dork,” She grinned, revealing crooked teeth. “I’ll give you a tour.”

“My name’s Dave,” He said, shrugging as best as he could with his arm bundled up against his chest. “By the way.”

“Jade.”

#i'll post this on ao3 when it comes back #fic tag #homestuck #dave strider #jade harley #davejade

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pixies-and-poets · 4 months

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No one knew exactly how long these mangled corpses were stuck there rotting.

They were discovered after many of Paletteville's villagers complained of a unbearable stench that leaked from underneath the bridge. The authorities arrived to investigate with almost everyone crowding around the scene. Some watched from afar, others dared to venture closer only to be stopped and turned back. A few discreetly took pictures on their phones. This morbid spectacle aroused such disturbing tension all throughout the area. It was bad enough already that Palette Prime was infamous for its bad luck, thanks to their poet for a warden, but now...

Words could not describe the sheer horror that was found once the authorities realized that the bodies were stitched together and hung up right underneath the wooden planks of the bridge. Such a sight made the squeamish sick, resulting in many cases of vomiting and fainting spells.

It was later revealed that four victims were identified, despite them being partially skinned, dismembered, and disemboweled. The victims were widely known to Paletteville to the point of adoration. One was a football player, two were beloved socialites, and the last was a judge. Not a single person could figure out why someone would go after such wonderful citizens. The investigation continued. Bloodstained golden cords pierced their flesh and fat and muscle, tying them into this grotesque, meaty banner that stretched from one end to another. Right below this display was a gathering of rocks, all colored in a deep red and positioned into a small circle that was just big enough for one to sit inside.

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Woodrow woke up in his bathtub, his naked body motionlessly floating in filthy water. His eyes adjusted; his ears rang as his head throbbed. His senses slowly came to him as he lifted his arms up to pull himself up.

Then he froze.

...

It's just a hallucination. It has to be. There's no way any of this is real. He has done this before. They're only temporary. That's it.

Just temporary.

The poet closed his eyes and held in a deep breath. His chest felt like it was about to burst. Chills ran up his spine, intensified by the coolness of the bathwater, and he let out a exhale. Another deep breath in, and another long exhale...

Nothing changed.

Woodrow choked and gasped, finally crawling out of the bathtub and crashing down onto the cold hard tile floor. His breathing was now sporadic with a terror unimaginable, leaving him panicking like a newborn lost in the woods. Tears streamed down his face as he silently wailed in terrible realization. His body curled in a futile attempt to make itself warm.

There was silence.

...

And then the light flickered.

The fur on his back stood straight up. Woodrow shut his eyes.

He suddenly melted as a gentle, loving caress presses against his cheek.

"Please... no more tears. You did exceptionally well, my dearest poet. Soon all shall know what art truly is."

I know it's gonna be good when I open my notifications and see "No one knows how long these mangled corpses..." from you lol

Actually I read this last night and woke up still thinking about it. Your writing gives me chills and sticks in my brain as usual!

This is a less wholesome take on Phantom-possession, I take it? I like how Phandrow can be too extremely corny romantic art-dorks waxing poetic about each other and frolicking gaily through the woods forever, OR it could be a literally tortured artist pushed to his limits, and his supernatural boyfriend who is no stranger to lusting for revenge and could entice him to embrace his darker side and innate capacity for destruction. This ship is everything, mmhmm mhhhmmmmmmm

One thing is true regardless of AU, and the relative horror thereof: that when Phantom touches Woodrow he will forget all his suffering and figuratively turn into a puddle. Doesn't matter how many times it's happened or how long they have been together.

#mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #alter answers #phandrow #horror #body horror #tw violence #tw blood

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annab-nana · 2 years

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humming to them so that they fall asleep easier with steve harrington humming to the reader

🥺

warnings: not proofread, stuck in russian elevator, steve being a sweetie pie

❀ masterlist ❀

the last thing you'd expected when dustin pulled you in on helping him and steve decipher russian was to end up in a locked elevator with the pair of boys, robin buckley, and lucas's little sister. but, you'd learned over the course of the last couple of years that things never ended at all how you expected them to.

both erica and dustin used their backpacks as pillows as they laid on the hard floor of the elevator while robin slept where she sat, leaning her head on the shelf beside her. you knew that her neck would be killing her when she woke up eventually, but there was no way to sleep in here without waking with an ache or pain somewhere in your body.

steve was going to stay awake the whole time to watch in case something happened and you weren't going to let him do it alone. to his left, you sat and as time went on, you were really struggling to keep your eyes open.

"you can go to sleep, you know?" steve spoke up from beside you. "i don't think much is going to happen and if you want, i can wake you up after a few hours, but i think i can manage this by myself if you're tired."

"while the offer does sound mighty tempting," you paused when you brought your hand up to cover your yawning mouth, "i know that i won't be able to actually fall asleep. it's too quiet in here for me, not to mention uncomfortable, so i'll be fine staying up with you."

steve seemed to take your answer fine until you yawned again a few seconds later. "how about this? you can lay against me to be more comfortable and i can hum to you. i've got a song stuck in my head anyway."

you looked at him and met his warm brown eyes. "are you sure?"

he shrugged. "why not?" steve spread his legs a little for you to fit between as well as his arms for you to lay in too. he was secretly hoping you'd come over so he'd have the excuse to hold you close to him.

he nearly thought you weren't going to move from your spot and was about to cross his arms over his chest again like he had them previously, but then you moved to sit between his legs and leaned against his chest. with a small smile on his face that you couldn't see, he gently wrapped his arms around you and the weight of them made you feel even sleepier.

your head rested right under his, his chin sitting atop your hair. you could feel the vibrations in his chest and neck coming from the low hums he was making and after a little bit, you started to recognize the song. it was that new tears for fears song, head over heels. since your closest friend was eddie munson, you hadn't heard much of the song, but you had to admit that the way it sounded when steve hummed along to it was actually quite pretty.

you also found it to be very calming. it felt like gravity was pushing you down harder and harder against steve until, thanks to his comfort and gentle hums, you fell asleep.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington blurbs #blurbs #stranger things #anon #❀ nonnie ❀#winter wonderland sleepover ✧*:･ﾟ

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crushculture03 · 8 months

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2 in the Teachers assistant universe!

Content warning : Toxic relationship, Ab*sive relationship, yelling, self hate, bruise, slap, mentions of dickhead guys.

Notes: I thought of this idea of him comforting her and went with it. There’s a surprise at the end though!

You quickly walked back to your apartment, trying your best to calm down from the interaction you just had with Matty. You turned your key in the lock, and opened the door slowly. “Finally your home” a voice says, making you jump. You turn in the direction it came from and your heart sinks as you see your boyfriend sitting on the couch. “Hey Liam” you mumble as you set your bag down on kitchen table. “I waited 3 hours for you and all you have to say is hey?” he shouts, walking up towards you, anger evident in his eyes. “ I’m sorry, I was called in by the Professor i’m T.Aing for'' you respond, “Which one?” he inquires, “Professor Healy” you mumble back. Liam laughs “That guy? He seems like a total tool who is definitely going to try and fuck you” he says, “He’s actually really nice” you say, defending matty.

Your boyfriend’s face drops, “You’re just saying that because you want him to fuck you huh?” he says, “God yes It’ll be better than whatever you try to do” you think, “That’s rich coming from you” you say, “Excuse me? What did you just say bitch?” Liam says, as he gets in your face. “Don’t act like in the time we’ve been together you haven’t cheated on me!” you shout back. Suddenly you feel a harsh slap hit your cheek “Because Any girl is better than you” he spits, “Get the fuck out and never come back Now! Leave!” you yell as you push him to the door. '`You're going to regret this” he says, “Don’t think I will, so take your big ego and small dick to the sorority house down the block” you say, before slamming the door in his face.

You scream in annoyance at the interaction you just had with him. You knew it was just another one of your guys fights, something that has been common in the relationship ever since he cheated on you the first time. You knew you should break up with him, everyone told you too, but the thing with Liam was he was very manipulative and easily persuaded you into taking him back.

You laid down on your bed and stared up at the blank ceiling, just trying to process all the events of today. Tears of frustration streamed down your eyes, all you wanted to do was have the courage to break up with Liam, but you knew you didn’t have it just yet. Your thoughts then shifted from Liam to Matty. The way Matty made you feel, even without trying, made you feel alive again, something you hadn’t felt in a while. You wiped your tears before getting dressed and grabbing an ice pack for your cheek, you knew a bruise would form by the morning and you’d have to cover it up. You laid back down in the bed, thoughts of matty plagued your mind until you fell into a deep sleep.

The next day you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing. You checked it and saw the typical apology messages from Liam, but what surprised you was the other notification you received, one from Matty. You decide to ignore Liams texts and click on the message matty sent you, it read

“Hey! Need some help with grading? Would you be free today?”

Yeah of course! I’ll be right over!

Perfect see you soon xx

You quickly got dressed as fast as you could and ran out the door, forgetting one very important step in your routine, covering up the bruise. On the walk over to his office you received many weird stares from students, but didn’t know why, so you decided to just brush it off. You knocked on his office door, “Come in” his voice says. You carefully open the door and step into his office, “Hey Matty” you say as you close the door behind you.

He looks up at you with a smile, but it quickly drops when he see your face, “Y/N what happened?” he says, as he stands up from his desk and comes up to you. You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” you say. Matty reaches his hand out to cup your bruised cheek, you wince a bit and your eyes go wide realizing what he and everyone else was seeing. “Who did this to you?” He asked, anger and sadness flashed in his eyes as he looked at the purple bruise. “N-no one, i accidentally hit myself with a door” you say, trying to make up any excuse you could, and in that moment you wanted nothing more than to curl up under a blanket and hide from the world.

“Don’t lie to me love i can see the outline of fingers” he says. You finally break as tears begin to pour down your cheeks. Matty pulls you into his arms, holding you while you sob. “Shh it’s ok it’s going to be ok i promise” he whispers before kissing the top of your head. “But it’s not” you sob, pulling away from him, “he always comes back and I always let him, because he says he can’t live without me, but if that was true he wouldn’t be sticking his dick in other girls” you cry, feeling stupid as the words that come out of your mouth.

Matty guides you over to the couch in his office and sits you down, “He?” he asks, “My-my boyfriend liam” you mumble out, as you look down at your hands, too embarrassed to face him after your confession. “Boyfriend?” he asks, still trying to process everything, you had never mentioned to him you had a boyfriend, that was because whenever you were with matty you completely forgot. “On and off for the past 2 years” you say, “he did this to you?” Matty says, his voice rising as anger coursed through his veins. You slowly nodded your head, “He got mad at me for being out late, and accused me of wanting to sleep with you, and when I called him out for cheating he slapped me” you say, still not looking at matty. Mattys heart breaks when she says this, he can’t help but feel guilty for calling her in so late last night.

“Has he done this before?” Matty asked, gently placing his hands on top of yours, to comfort you. You sheepishly nod your head, matty sighs “I’m so sorry” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms. You knew it was probably extremely inappropriate to be in this position with your Professor, but something about mattys embrace made you feel like you were safe and protected. “You need to tell the school and the police, and you need to break up with him love” matty whispers, gently nudging your chin up so you’re facing him. “I-I can’t they won't believe me” you mumble, matty sighs “I can go with you if you want” he offers. “You would do that for me?” you say, “Of course, no one should ever be treated like this darling” he says. “Will you come with me when I break up with him? I’m scared he’ll hurt me like last time and you’re the only person who makes me feel safe” you say, “Of course darling” he says, reassuring you.

After you calmed down a bit, you looked at matty and said “Thank you Matty, for caring and helping me out”. He smiles “No need to thank me Y/N” he says, you just smile and place your head back on his shoulder.

The next hour was a blur to you, you and matty had gone to the dean's office and police station to file a report, you didn’t think they would listen to you but they did and even said Liams name had come up in many reports, especially on campus, before. After that you both made your way to Liams apartment, in typical fashion he begged for forgiveness, but instead of giving in you broke up with him. His face dropped and his eyes filled with rage, but before he could lay his hands on you Matty stepped between you both and ushered you out of the apartment.

You both had made it back to your apartment, deciding it would be best for you to rest the rest of the day. “Thank you again Matty” you say as your stood infront of your door. “No need to thank me darling, I’d do anything for you” he says, not realizing the undertones of the last part of his sentence. Your cheeks go slightly pink “I appreciate it” you say back, he nods his head in acknowledgement and smiles. “I’ll let you relax, but call me if you need anything ok?” he says, you nod you head before he turns around to walk out.

“Matty” you call out, he turns around, confused slightly, without thinking you rush up to him, gently cupping his face with your hands and pulling his lips onto yours. The kiss catches him off guard at first, but he quickly kisses you back, his hands resting on your hips as your lips move in sync. You both pull away for air and look at eachother “I-i’m sorry I don’t know what came over me” you say, your cheeks flushing pink thinking you’ve embarrassed yourself. “It’s ok love” he says back, his demeanor is cool but on the inside his mind is still buzzing from the kiss. “I’ll see you on monday” you say and quickly turn on your heels and rush back into your apartment before he can say anything.

#matty healy #mattyhealyfanfic #the 1975 #matty healy x oc #matty healy smut #adam hann #ross macdonald #george daniel #matty healy fanfiction #bfiafl #matty healy x reader

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04ira · 9 months

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invisible string h.rj

how life is with bff Renjun :’)

warnings: none. fluff w/ a little bit of angst

note: not proof read bare w me 😔☝🏻

Renjun have been your friend for 15 years. Both of you grew up together, basically spent half of your life with him. You were used to people assuming that you guys are dating, and both of you usually doesn’t care.

Even your and his friends ships the both of you, sometimes even questions if you guys are really just friends. Because who the hell cancels a blind date just to go grocery shopping with his bestfriend?? who the hell leaves on a clubbing night with his friends because you were craving mcdonalds????

Renjun Huang. Renjun Huang would do that. He was always one call away. He’s always ready to drop everything when it comes to you, and sometimes you wonder “why is he like this?” but you know…. maybe it was an act of kindness..? since you’re his bestfriend for 15 years. You can’t be falling for this can you??

9:35 AM

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone open your bedroom door.

It was Renjun.

“You’re awake. Let’s eat, i cooked breakfast”

He always do this too. It’s like you get a bestfriend premium package. Renjun goes to your dorm every weekends to apparently spend time with his 15 years bestfriend. This only happened recently though. Since his university was far from yours, he came up with this idea to hang out every weekend to stay connected and relevant to each other.

“Will you stop typing on your phone and actually eat and talk to me?” Renjun said while looking at you annoyed because he was blabbering already about his week only to realize you weren’t listening.

“Sorry, i was talking to my friends.” You reasoned, but you were actually tweeting in your private account freaking out because you were still not used to this set up.

“You’re talking to your friends while your bestfriend HERE for 15 YEARS is staring at you because you were supposed to spend time with him and not let him watch you talk to others.”

Rj said completely annoyed. You laughed at his half annoyed half sulking face. You said you’re sorry and actually talked to him happily.

10:28 AM

Both of you finished breakfast and went to watch a movie in your living room. At first, you guys argued about what genre of the movie will be. You wanted to watch a horror movie but he said it was too early for that and suggested watching romance movie instead.

You ended up agreeing with him and both decided to watch Titanic. You guys were halfway through the movie and this isn’t the first time both of you watched this movie. But you hated him and yourself for choosing this movie

because now you’re actually fucking crying at 11:30 AM. Seriously? WHY would you be crying at 11 freaking am??

You’re sitting in the couch laying your head in Renjun’s chest sobbing and crying your heart out while munching your popcorn while Renjun was laughing at your crying face. This isn’t the first time he sees you crying, he just finds it amusing that you really do cry because of a movie.

01:18 PM

You were sound asleep in Renjun’s chest. Tired from all the crying and you were comfortable leaning on his chest. He only stared at you, wiping the dried tears on your face and sometimes giggles everytime he remembers your crying face. He lets you sleep on his chest and slept on his own.

03:10 PM

You woke up without Renjun beside you. You checked your phone notifications and saw his message that said he was buying ingredients for dinner and that he couldn’t wake you up because you were sleeping peacefully. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. You’d be lying if you say that you don’t think about if you guys were something else. But you already accepted that you guys were only bestfriends long time ago.

You liked him back in 7th grade until 9th grade. You only acted as his friend though. You didn’t try sending signals and making a move, you knew he didn’t look at you and think of you that way. He would tell you about girls he like and his type, you would do the same but the difference is you actually talk about him. He just doesn’t know.

7th grade.

It’s monday. You were seating next to the window in your classroom, watching sport players training in the field while listening to music playing in your airpods. You felt someone seat next to you, but didn’t bother looking because you already knew it was Renjun. He would always do this during class break and annoy you, but this time, he didn’t do anything but actually just sat next to you while reading a book you recommended him a week ago.

You looked at him, he suddenly looked different…? Him actually focused in reading a book and his hair styled differently than usual…made you think he looked different..

of course, he looked different. He changed his hairstyle to the hairstyle you also recommended to him a week ago saying that it would look good in him. You weren’t aware that him changing his hairstyle would also make your feelings for him change.

8th grade.

Today was nothing different from your other school days. You went to class, studied future lessons in the library after and now you’re going home. Went to the convenience store first to buy ice cream and eat it while walking home.

You were walking home when you walk past your village’s park. You saw a figure that looked familiar with another figure that also looked familiar.

It was Renjun. With your class muse…?

They were talking. Renjun was saying something while she was only smiling at him and listening. Renjun pulled her into a hug.

And she hugs him back. She was the girl Renjun was talking about days ago. She’s pretty, smart, sporty, and kind. Totally his type.

Did he confess? Did she say yes?

The ice cream you were eating melts as your heart also breaks. Salty tears were about to fall so you walked fast while trying to stop yourself from crying. So many thoughts was running into your mind. “Why am i crying? why does it hurt? I’m only his bestfriend.”

“What am i gonna say when he tells me about this?”

You finally got up to your room, went straight to your bed to cry your heart out. You already put your phone on dnd to avoid receiving calls and messages from him. And to also distance yourself from everyone. You would just make up an excuse tomorrow why you weren’t able to answer his calls and messages.

9th grade.

It was thursday. You were eating with your other friends at your school watching the sport players train in the field. They were blabbering about their crushes when they asked you “What about you? Are you interested in someone?” Your friend asked smiling.

You smiled back, bittersweet smile. “No, i’m not interested on someone right now.” Your other friend suddenly giggled. “Are you sure? because the first time i saw you, you were with a guy! A little too close with him to only just be friends.” She was a transferee. She didn’t know much about my friendship with Renjun.

You and your friend also laughed.

“That was her childhood bestfriend, dummy!” Your friend butted in. You watched her mouth form an 0 shape and smiled apologetically.

You smiled back. You were used to people mistaking your relationship with Renjun.

But it’s true. You guys were a little too close to each other especially now that he has a girlfriend. And so you’ve decided to avoid him. It’s been 2 weeks actually, going 3 weeks. You haven’t talked to him, not even a single word.

You weren’t replying to his messages, he was restricted from all of your social media accounts and you also avoid bumping into him at school. Though, he tries to talk to you at school but during lunch break he would always be with his girlfriend or his bball team after class.

But today you saw him walking from the other side of the field. Your friends were talking to each other and you were staring at him, it was lunch break. He’s with his girlfriend. Of course.

He saw you. He waved. You also waved back.

Maybe it was time to stop avoiding him and let him go. You thought that it was immature to just throw your friendship with him just like that. Though, you really needed that space.

That day was the day when you accepted that he was only your bestfriend. Only ever will be your bestfriend. Maybe he’s your soulmate. Platonic soulmate. A soulmate doesn’t have to be a romantic partner.

03:49 PM

You smiled at the bittersweet memories as you heard the door open revealing Renjun carrying what he bought at the market. You sat up and walked towards him to help him. He says thank you as you helped him organize the foods he bought.

You went to your room and took a shower while Renjun was in the living room playing PUBG with Haechan and Chenle. You heard their arguments and playful remarks while playing.

04:45 PM

You finished showering and doing your skincare. You cleaned your room and when you went out of your room, you saw Renjun preparing the ingredients in the kitchen to start cooking. You went up to him and asks how can you help.

Both of you did your parts in preparing dinner.

06:35 PM

Both of you just finished preparing for dinner and were just waiting for the rice to cook. While waiting, he opens up the photo album from your bookshelf. It was the photo album of the both of you ever since you guys were kids.

Reminiscing memories with him. “I still remember this. This was the day when you cried because i didn’t want to play princess tea party with you.” Renjun said staring at the picture of you crying while he was standing cluelessly. You were 9 years old and he was 10 years old in this picture.

07:20 PM

You were eating dinner with him. Both of you talked about how university life was treating the both of you. How you both wants to go back to your province and spend time with family.

He smiles listening to you talk about how you miss going to you guys’ spot in the province, you stopped talking as he wiped the side of your lip. “There was a stain.”

Both of you finished eating, as you offered to wash the dishes since he has been doing all the chores since earlier. He agreed.

You thought he went to the living room while you were washing the dishes but he’s actually watching you from behind. When he suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“I really missed you. Wish i could stay here all the time.” You laughed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m trying to be sweet what.” He said sounding offended as you literally made him feel like you’re rejecting his affection for you.

You’re used to this. His love language was physical touch. You don’t think differently of his actions anymore.

10:45 PM

You’re seating in the couch with Renjun beside you as you watch him play PUBG on his Ipad.

You yawned as you were already sleepy. Renjun heard and also noticed that your eyes were almost closing.

“You’re such a sleepy head.”

“You’re still not used to it? You have to.” You defended as he only laughed at your defense.

You told him that you’re gonna go to your room and sleep already since you can’t wait for him to finish his game. He said okay and kissed your forehead and went back to play his game.

You went to your room and slept. You smiled as you wish nothing of this would change. You don’t wish for anything else and you’re contented with what you have with him. He is indeed your soulmate. :)

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shane-mc · 1 year

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Be With You

A/N: Hi lovely people! My brain is not working for the new chapter of my fan fiction The Punishment so here's a one shot for now. This is a long one and contains smut. It’s my first time to write a smut so bear with me. Hope you all like it.

Warning: Swearing and Sexual Content. 18+

After Hannah has been found, MC never heard from Jake and it's already been 3 months. She decided to move to Duskwood to be near her friends. Everyday, she keeps on waiting for a message from Jake but none. It's killing her. She missed him so much. Despite of this, she remained strong because deep down she knows that he's still alive and safe. She trusts him that he will keep his promise that they will see each other. Even though it broke her heart when Richy's burnt dead body was found inside the mine, she felt happy and relieved that it was not Jake. There's no other dead body found inside the mine and there's no news about a wanted hacker being captured so these give her hope. She believes that one day, Jake will find his way to her. Even though she hasn't seen his face yet nor heard his real voice, she truly loves him and she's willing to wait for him even for a long time.

It was already 1 AM but MC still can't sleep. Jake had been occupying her mind. She kept on reading their last conversation.

Jake: I love you, MC.

MC: I love you too, Jake.

Tears fell down from her eyes. She can't stop herself from crying. She closed their chat and put her phone on the bed side table. "Jake, please come back to me. I miss you so much". She's about to close her eyes to go to sleep when suddenly she received a notification on her phone. She reached for it and when she saw the message, her heart jumped. It was from Jake.

Jake: Hello MC :)

She quickly typed to reply. Her hands were shaking.

MC: Jake! Oh my God you're alive! Why did you just reached out to me now? I'm so worried about you. You don't know how much it kills me everyday waiting for your message.

Jake: I am so sorry MC. I didn't want to worry you but I had to lay low and work hard for my pursuers to lose track on me.

MC: It's okay Jake. I'm so happy to know that you're alive. So are you safe now?

Jake: Yes I am, for now.

MC: We'll see each other here in Duskwood?

Jake: Yes, we will. :)

MC: I missed you so much Jake. See you soon.

Jake: I missed you too MC. You're my source of strength all this time. See you soon. :)

MC was so happy that Jake's back and they'll finally see each other. All the sadness and exhaustion have now been replaced with happiness and excitement. MC drifted off to sleep thinking about their first meeting.

It's already 11 AM when MC woke up. She already took a shower and headed to her kitchen to cook something to eat. Suddenly, she heard her doorbell ring. She went to her door to see who it was. When she opened it, there's a man standing in front dressed in all black. He's wearing a hoodie and a black mask so it's only showing his piercing blue eyes which were looking straight into her. It was Jake.

Jake: Hi MC.

MC: Jake? Is that you?

Jake: Yes, it's me.

MC jumped on to him to hug him. She hugged him like she never want to let go. Jake hugged her back. MC no longer bothered to ask Jake how did he find out where she lives, he's a great hacker for a reason.

MC: Jake, I am so happy that you're finally here.

Jake: Me too MC. I am so happy to finally see you.

They stayed there for a while hugging each other when Jake interrupted their moment.

Jake: Uhm MC, I would love to hug you for as long as I want but we're still outside in front of your apartment.

MC let go from their hug.

MC: Oops sorry, come on in.

Both of them went inside her apartment.

MC: It's still daytime. Is it safe for you?

Jake: Don't worry MC. I'm safe and besides I wanted to just act normal instead of sneaking here at night.

MC: You have a point. Did you eat already? I'm actually just about to cook Chicken Adobo. It's a Filipino dish I learned. It's delicious. You have to try it.

Jake: I actually haven't eaten yet and I would love to try it.

MC: Great! Just sit on the couch while waiting for me.

Jake: Do you need any help?

MC: No, you're my guest so I'll take care of you. Just stay there and relax.

Jake: All right. Thank you MC.

After MC finished cooking their food, she and Jake enjoyed eating. Jake loved it so he ate a lot and MC was so happy. After eating and washing the dishes, they both sat beside each other on the couch. They started to have small talk and enjoyed learning new things about each other. After a while, Jake took his laptop from his backpack and opened it. He checked the location of his pursuers. MC got curious and asked him about what he's doing. Jake went on to explain to MC and showed her things he's using for hacking. MC listened to Jake attentively even though she really didn't understand what he's saying. She admires him talking about his expertise. MC slowly leaned closer to Jake and kissed him on the lips. Jake was shocked with the sudden kiss.

MC: I... I am sorry. I.. I just can't help it. ( MC said embarassed. )

Jake: No, you don't have to apologize. I actually needed that.

Jake looked at her and smiled. MC smiled back after hearing what Jake said.

MC: Me too. Though it's not how I imagined. Remember, in my imagination that I told you, you're the one who kissed me.

Jake: Well, I can always do that later, right?

MC: Right.

Both Jake and MC's face were red. They can't hide how they feel about that kiss.

MC: Jake, will you be okay if I leave you for a while. I just need to buy some things.

Jake: Yes, I will be fine.

MC: I'll be right back.

Jake: All right, be safe.

Jake continued to work on his laptop while waiting for MC.

After an hour, MC's back carrying a few paper bags.

MC: Jake, these are for you. ( MC handed Jake the few paper bags and sat beside him. )

Jake: MC what are these?

MC: Those are hoodies, shirts, and pants. Don't worry, they're all black. Oh I also bought some boxers for you, I'm not sure about your size so hopefully they fit. I thought you might need them during your stay here.

Jake: MC you didn't have to. I... I won't actually be staying for long and... I won't be able to carry them with me.

MC: What do you mean you're not be staying for long? You're... you're going to leave me?

Jake: MC I have to. I can't stay with you for a long time. It's dangerous for you.

MC: Then take me with you!

Jake: No! I'm not going to do that. I won't let you leave your normal life and be on the run with me. You don't deserve that kind of life!

MC: But that's what I want!

Jake: No MC! I won't allow that. You can't!

MC was so hurt and disappointed. She stood up to go to her room.

MC: I'm going to my room to rest. If you're still going to stay, just feel at home.

Jake: MC... MC please talk to me.

MC did not respond and went straight to her room and locked the door. Jake just let her be. He thought he needed to give her some space.

After 2 hours, MC went out from her room all dressed up and wearing a make up. She then proceeded to put on her boots and leather jacket. Jake was confused.

Jake: MC, where are you going?

MC: I'm going to the Aurora bar to get some drinks and enjoy the night.

Jake: Why?

MC: Because I want to, Jake.

Jake: MC please just stay.

MC: No

Jake: Can I at least drop you off there?

MC: No, I'm fine. If you feel hungry, there are still left overs from what we ate earlier, just preheat it in the microwave. Make sure to lock the doors and don't open for anyone.

MC went out and drove her way to the Aurora.

It's already 1 AM but MC's not yet home. Jake was already so worried. He tried to text and call her but she's not answering. He decided to go to the Aurora to look for MC. After walking for a few minutes, he arrived at the Aurora and went inside. It was still full of people and a loud music was playing. Jake looked for MC. He then spotted her dancing so close with a man. When he looked clearly, he realized that it was Phil. He was holding MC's waist while she's swaying her hips along with the music. Phil then stopped her from dancing, he put his hand on her cheek. He leaned to her closer and when he's about to kiss MC, someone grabbed her away from him. Both Phil and MC was shocked. When MC looked at the man who grabbed her, she saw that it was Jake.

Phil: What the fuck man?! What is your problem?

Jake: You are my problem!

Phil: Who the fuck are you to interrupt our moment?

Jake: I am her boyfriend so back off if you don't want me to ruin your life.

Phil: Boyfriend? Really? Is that true MC?

MC did not answer Phil.

MC: Sorry Phil I have to go.

Jake then dragged MC out of the Aurora.

MC: Jake, let me go! You're hurting me!

Jake didn't realize that he had been holding MC's wrist so tight. He let her go.

Jake: Give me your keys.

MC: I can drive.

Jake: You are drunk.

MC: I'm not. I'm still sober.

Jake: Just give me your fucking keys MC!

Jake yelled at MC. She was shocked with his outburst. She gave him her keys and not argue anymore.

After a while, they arrived at MC's apartment. After they both went inside, Jake slammed the door so hard.

MC: What the fuck Jake?! Are you trying to destroy my apartment?!

Jake: What was that MC?!

MC: I don't know what you mean.

Jake: Seriously?! Just because I told you I can't be with you, you went to that womanizer?!

MC: So what Jake?! It's none of your concern!

Jake: Of course it is my concern MC! I promised to protect you!

MC: Protect me?! Protect me Jake?! You're going to fucking leave me!!! So how can you protect me?!

Jake: That's why I'm leaving! To protect you! How many times do I have to tell you that it's dangerous?!

MC: Bullshit Jake! I know it's dangerous! When I got involved with Hannah's case, I know it's dangerous but I still continued because of you! When I allowed myself to fall in love with you, I fucking know it's dangerous! But I don't care! Fuck I'll even follow you to the ends of the earth just to be with you! I don't care leaving and sacrificng my normal life Jake, as long as I'm with the one I love. With you! But I guess I'm the only one who wants that.

MC was so hurt. She had been crying all this time. It breaks Jake’s heart to see MC like this. All he just wanted is to protect her but deep down his heart, he wants her to be with him. MC turned her back to Jake but he grabbed her hand to face him. He quickly held her face and crashed his lips in to hers. He kissed her deeply and full of passion. At first, MC was not able to respond but when she realized what was happening, she kissed him back deeply with the same passion. They moaned into each other’s mouth. Their tongues danced together. MC wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Jake supported her thru her butt. They made their way to the bedroom without breaking the kiss. Jake gently placed MC in the bed. They broke the kiss to gasp for air, their foreheads pressed together.

Jake: Are you sure you want to leave this life and be on the run with me?

MC: I have never been sure so sure about anything in my life except this Jake. So please, please let me be with you.

Jake: If that’s what you want.

MC: I love you Jake.

Jake: I love you too.

Their lips crashed again together kissing each other hard. In between kisses, they tore each other’s clothes until they were both naked. Jake devoured MC’s neck while kneading her breasts with both hands. He kissed his way down and licked and sucked her already hard nipples. MC’s moans became louder. Jake’s other hand found it’s way on her wet pussy. He smiled knowing how she’s so ready for him. He massaged her clit and pushed 2 fingers inside. MC’s breathing became heavier. She loved what Jake was doing to her body. Jake replaced his fingers with his mouth. He licked MC’s wet folds and sucked her clit like it was his dessert. MC couldn’t take it any longer as she orgasmed on Jake’s mouth. He drunk all her juices sucking her dry. “You taste so good MC”. MC pulled Jake back into her mouth tasting her own. She pushed him slowly to change position. Now she’s the one on top. She did the same things Jake did to her. She devoured his neck and kissed her way down until she reached Jake’s erection. She took it with her hand and pumped him slowly. MC started to lick and suck the head making him jerk and moan from pleasure. She took all his erection into her mouth and moved her head up and down. Jake’s breathing became heavier. Before reaching his climax, he pulled MC back to his mouth and kissed her. Jake rolled them over so he’s back on top without breaking the kiss. He stopped when he realized something.

Jake: MC, I did not bring a protection with me.

MC reached thru her bedside table cabinet and took a condom.

MC: Here, use this.

Jake: Wow. Do you usually store condoms with you?

MC: No, I actually just bought it earlier when I went shopping. I expected yours is big so I think I got the right size.

Jake: So, you anticipated this to happen huh?

MC: Of course, and I’m disappointed that you didn’t.

Jake: You have no idea how much I wanted this.

MC: Then fuck me already!

Jake: Patience my love.

Jake tore the pack of condom with his mouth and wrapped it around his cock. He gently put his erection inside MC’s wet pussy. They both gasped when he entered her fully. He started to thrust slowly until he made the pace faster making MC moan wildly. He fucked her fast and hard. The heat started to build up. MC scratched Jake’s back while he’s holding MC’s waist tightly. After a few more thrusts they both reached their climax. Jake pulled out from MC and discarded the condom. He then lied beside her hugging her in a spoon position. Jake placed gentle kisses on MC’s shoulder.

Jake: So, are you ready to start your journey with me?

MC: I am so ready Jake. When do we leave?

Jake: Tomorrow, but don’t worry, we don’t need to be in a hurry. We still have time to repeat this.

MC: I would love that. Good thing I bought a few condoms with me.

Jake: Haha. I fucking love you MC!

MC: I love you too Jake, so much.

They both drifted off to sleep thinking that even though what’s waiting for them will not be easy, they have each other and together they can conquer it all.

A/N: Phew! I squeezed my brain to write this. Hopefully you all enjoyed.

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satinsatan420 · 2 years

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Down the Drain pt.2

I'm at work and I have nothing else to do, so here is part 2! xD

TW: Fem!Mc, MC!Melissa (My MC), Violence, Slight Nudity, Cussing, Bruises. (Please let me know if I left anything out)

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When I woke up, I was laying in my bed. My head was pounding, and I couldn’t remember how I got in here. I went to sit up, but it was too painful. I’m sure he broke a rib or two. I reached over for my DDD to see if I had any notifications. I had a message from Diavolo.

Diavolo: Good morning, Melissa. If you have a moment, please come and speak with me in my office.

I laid my D.D.D back on my nightstand. I groaned and got out of bed. I started to take a step, but I felt a sharp pain in my back. I pushed through it, and walked into the bathroom. I was almost in tears when I looked at myself. My cheeks have bruises from Satan squeezing me too hard, I had a big bump on the side of my head, and my rib cage was severely bruised. “There’s no way I can let Diavolo see me like this. He’ll kill them.” I said to myself out loud. I quickly took a hot shower, to hopefully ease some of the pain. I got myself dressed, and sat down at my desk to start on my makeup. I grabbed my D.D.D to reply to Diavolo.

Melissa: Yes, Lord Diavolo. What time would you like me to come?

Diavolo: Just stop by before your classes begin, it shouldn’t take long.

There was a knock at my door, but I didn’t get up to answer it. After yesterday, I didn’t want to talk to any of them. Whoever it was kept on knocking, and I kept ignoring. Suddenly, my door busts open, and in walks Mammon. “Aye! Human! I was fucking knocking!!” He yelled. I turned towards him. “I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. My head hurts really bad.” I replied. As he looked at me, I saw a sad look in his eyes. It was quickly replaced by a look of hatred. “Well, Lucifer told me to come get ya. He doesn’t want you being late for school and embarrassin’ him again.” I nodded my head and told him I’d be down in just a minute. I quickly put my makeup on, and headed downstairs. All of the brothers were downstairs, as well as Ellie.

“Hey, Melissa! I wanted to know if you want to have lunch together today?” Ellie says with a smile on her face. As much as I hate her, it’s not her fault the brothers are acting this way. I feel wrong taking it out on her. Before I could answer, Leviathan spoke up. “Ellie, why would you wanna eat lunch with that low-life normie? Sit with us!” Ellie looked at me with an apologetic look. I just smiled and started walking out the door.

The walk to RAD was pretty quiet, considering I was walking by myself. I stayed behind Ellie and the brothers during the walk. Ellie would keep looking back at me every other minute with a concerned look on her face. I just gave her a half smile and kept looking down. Upon arrival at RAD, everyone went their separate ways. I started walking to Lord Diavolos’ office. As I walked down the hallway, I heard the other students whispering and laughing. I didn’t care enough to actually listen to what they were saying, all I know is that it had something to do with me.

As I reached the office door, I knocked and waited for a response. “Come in!” I heard Lord Diavolo say on the other side. I was nervous. What if the brothers were right? What if he really didn’t care anymore? Hopefully, he was kicking me out of the program, and sending me back home. That was the best outcome I could see coming out of this.

“Ah, Melissa. Thank you for coming on such short notice.” He smiled. He was sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork as usual. “Absolutely, Lord Diavolo.” I replied. “Please, sit.” He said as he motioned to the chair in front of him. I quickly obliged and sat down.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better!” He said. I smiled and nodded. He hummed and said “I wanted to talk to you about some things the brothers have been telling me.” I froze up. What have they said? I assumed it was nothing but bad things. “O-okay.” I said. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? I could feel my forehead starting to sweat, and I got nervous. I don’t want my makeup coming off.

“The brothers have told me that you haven’t been living up to the expectations of this program.” He started. “They said that you have not been keeping up with your grades, nor have you been keeping up with the Student Council work, or household work. They also said that you have been spending all of your time in your room.” I tried really hard and held back my tears. “O-oh. Well, I did not know that they felt that way. I have been keeping up with my chores, but I do spend my free time in my room. I’m not going to lie, I have fallen behind on my Student Council work. I apologize, and I swear I'll do better.” I put my head down after I was done.

Laughter filled the room. I looked up and saw Diavolo laughing his ass off. “I-I’m sorry, Lord Diavolo. I can leave if you would like.” I said with my head down. “No, no, no! Absolutely not!” He laughed. “I was not laughing at you, darling. I was laughing at the brothers' reports! It is the funniest thing I have read in about 100 years!” He continued to laugh for a few minutes. I sat there in silence. I didn’t understand what he meant.

Once he finally stopped laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes. “Ah, I apologize, Melissa. It’s just that… I find it amazing that since the new exchange student has arrived, the brothers’ reports have gotten more careless.” He started looking through all of the reports from the brothers. “ Just 3 days before Ellie arrived, they said that you were perfect in every way. They said nothing but good things about you. Then a few weeks later, there was some good, but mostly complaining. Now, there is nothing good.” He said. I felt the tears that I was holding back start to fall down my cheeks. I was sweating, crying… I was a wreck. And all in front of Lord Diavolo. They’re right. I am pathetic.

“I understand. Ellie has a lot more potential than I do. I promise to do better, and I will not disappoint you or the brothers again.” I said as I stood up and bowed. “You do not disappoint me, Melissa. Sit down, please. There’s still a few things I wanted to discuss with you.” I simply nodded and sat back down.

“Now, tell me about the night of the party. The brothers’ say you were feeling under the weather, but I know that’s not true.” He looked at me, questioning me. “I guess I was feeling under the weather…” I replied. I couldn’t look him in the eyes knowing I was lying and covering up for the brothers. I heard him clear his throat, I looked up at him. “Melissa, I may be a demon, but I know very much about human illnesses. By what Lucifer had said, it sounded like you had come down with the flu. And I do know that the flu lasts longer than 24 hours, Melissa.”

I didn’t know what to say. Do I keep covering for the brothers? Or do I cry to Diavolo like a pathetic human would do? As much as they hurt me, I didn’t wanna see them getting punished by him because of me. “Y-yeah. Thankfully I'm feeling a lot better!” I felt a drop of sweat hit my hand, and my makeup was coming off. I knew I needed to excuse myself. “I am very sorry, my lord. But, I should get going. I do not want to cause any more trouble by being late to my classes.” I quickly stood up, but immediately sat back down, the feeling of dizziness and nauseousness flooded over me.

“Melissa, are you okay?” Diavolo asks as he rushes towards me. “I’m fine! I just stood up too quickly. I really must get going, my lord!” I tried reassuring him. As I tried to stand back up, he gently pushed me back in the chair. “What is that on your face?” He questioned. My heart started racing. ‘Ah fuck, here we go’ I thought to myself. Thinking up a lie, I told him “Oh, it’s nothing. I had an argument with some random demon and he grabbed my face too hard. It’s okay though, we settled our differences.” He looked at me puzzled.

“Okay, Melissa. Then can you explain the knot on your head? I can see it through your ponytail.” He reached his hand out to touch it, and I winced. “Ah- that really hurts…” I whispered. I could feel the air in the room getting thicker with anger. I looked at him, and he had anger written all over his face. “Do you have anything else that I should know about?” I was silent for a little too long before I replied “N-no sir. That’s all!” I could see that he knew I was lying. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a small smile before turning around and walking back to his chair. He paced back and forth for a moment behind his desk.

“Melissa, did you know that one of my powers is being able to tell when someone is lying?” He asked as he looked at me and smiled again. “No, my lord. I wasn’t aware.” Here we go again. I felt ashamed. Lord Diavolo knew I was lying to him this whole time. But there’s no way I can tell him how the brothers’ have been treating me. My D.D.D started going off in my bag, so I said “Excuse me just a moment, my lord.” and pulled it out. Mammon was calling me.

“Hello?”

“Human! Where the fuck are ya?! Ya late for class, and i’m not having Lucifer scold me for your dumbass being late!” Mammon yelled through the phone.

Instinctively, I flinched at him yelling. I was hoping Lord Diavolo couldn’t hear him.

“I-i’m in Lord Diavolos’ office right now. He needed to talk to me. I will get an excuse letter from him before I leave, so you won’t get in trouble.”

“Ya better, human. I’m tired of bein’ strung up ‘cuz of ya!” With that, he hung up.

“Important call?” He asked. “No. my lord. It was Mammon asking where I was. I think Lucifer is upset because I’m late. They’re both in my first class.” He nodded and pulled out his D.D.D. He was typing away, then he put his phone on his desk and said “There. Lucifer won’t have anything to say now. I let him know that you won’t be attending class today, so you can make up your Student Council work.”

I let out a sigh of relief. ‘Well, at least I have some time away from them’ I thought to myself.

“Now…” He started walking towards me. “I’m going to ask again. Are there any other marks I should know about? Or shall I have Barbatos escort you back to the palace, and have a female check you?” He smiled. I started crying again. I looked him in the eye and stood up. I started unbuttoning my RAD coat, which showed the bruises on my arms from being grabbed. After I shrugged it off, I started unbuttoning my shirt. I never lost eye contact with him. I could tell he could see the bruises from the corner of his eye, considering how dark they were, and by the look of shock on his face. I finished taking off my shirt, leaving me in my bra. I held my arms out, and turned around so he could see my back. I heard a gasp from him. I turned back around, and he was shaking. I have never seen him this angry before.

I hadn’t noticed it, but my stomach was also bruised, probably from my ribs. He looked me up and down, until his eyes returned to mine. His eyes were gold and shining. I could tell he was fighting off his demon form. “Who did this.” It didn’t seem like a question. There was almost no emotion in his voice. I didn’t answer, instead I put my head down, and started rubbing my arms. The air again was so extremely thick with anger, and I could feel his aura pouring off of him. “Melissa. I said who did this.” He said through gritted teeth. “I-i don-” “I DEMAND YOU TO TELL ME WHO DID THIS TO YOU!” He yelled. I jumped, I wasn’t expecting him to yell. I started crying even harder. I was hysterical. He walked over to me, put my head in his chest and wrapped his arms around me.

“I-it was…. It was the brothers…” I said. The hand that was rubbing my back stopped. He grabbed my shoulders lightly, and pushed me back to look at me. “They did this to you?” He questioned. Although he could tell that you were telling the truth, he was hoping to his father that you were lying. He could sense something was going on. The brothers always used to be hanging around you. You always had plans with one of them. Then slowly he started to notice how he’d see you walking to your classes by yourself, how’d you eat in the garden sitting alone. He didn’t question anything, not wanting to cross any boundaries. After seeing the bruises, he wished he did.”

Diavolo pulled me back into his chest and called out for Barbatos. “Barbatos! Come here immediately!” He yelled. He started rubbing my head and whispering “shhhh everything will be okay, I promise” into my ear.

“Yes, Young Master?” Barbatos said as he walked in and bowed. “My devil, what happened Melissa?” He asked as he ran up to us. He pulled me away from Diavolo to examine me. He looked very worried. He had me turn around in circles, he looked at my jaw and cheeks. “My Lord, she is very beaten up. I think it would be best if we take her to the infirmary. She may have internal injuries.” Barbatos said, turning away from me and looking at Diavolo. “Take her to the castle. Have the doctors set up a medical room for her. She needs to be where she can be protected.” Diavolo replied, walking back to me. “May I ask again what happened? Did you get into a fight with another demon?” He questioned. He had a very confused look on his face. Barbatos knew the brothers always looked out for me, so to see me in this state confused him.

“It was the brothers. I will escort her back to the castle. Tell anyone who is looking for me that I will be out for the rest of the day. If anything important comes up, I know you’re more than capable to take care of it.” Diavolo Replied. Barbatos’ eyes widened for a second, then he bowed and told Diavolo that everything will be taken care of. Diavolo helped me get dressed, then he walked me out of RAD and back to the castle.

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A/N: I'm actually super excited to be writing a fic. I hope you guys enjoy ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

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writinginfinite · 2 years

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imagine part v

imagine: form a mental image or a concept

plot: you didn’t know what you were getting into when you turned your hobby into an actual career on f1. based on Lewis’ “imagine” tweet.

Friday March 18, 2022

"if all of this ended today, at least I made everyone laugh."

You weren't too sure how things would go, so you woke up at 6 am, way earlier than usual. You reached over to turn on the lamp and grab your phone off of the nightstand. To your surprise, many DMs and comments of congratulatory messages welcomed you after unlocking your phone. While fighting back tears, you typed up a pinned comment thanking everyone for their thoughts and would get back to each one of them later that night. You plugged in your phone and started your morning routine, this one you'd never forget.

After triple checking yourself in the mirror and your bags, you headed into your Uber to get to the Grand Prix. As you rode in the back of the car, you tried your best to respond to all the comments and messages, but they just kept coming in. Before you knew it, sunlight was hitting your face. It was your Uber driver opening the car door - you had arrived. You exited the car, thanked the driver, and followed signs directing you to the Paddock. When you reached the front of the line, you scanned your badge and saw your name displayed on the screen with the: "FORMULA 1 GULF AIR BAHRAIN GRAND PRIX 2022. Welcome to the F1 Paddock. All you had worked for was just a few feet away from you. You took a photo of the screen documenting a memory you'd never want to forget, not realizing a line had formed. There were a few murmurs and annoying voices behind you, so you hurried up and moved along. You turned to apologize to the queue that formed and all eyes fell looking at your lanyard- "Media" just like them. There were a few surprised faces, and you tried not to laugh. You just took into memory all the faces you'd have to work twice as hard against to earn your respect.

The first three drivers' press conferences flew by and you couldn't get a question in. Between your hand getting skipped or someone asking a question too similar to yours, you felt defeated. There was one final driver's conference, and you were determined to get your voice heard. Walking back into the media center, you placed your notebook and laptop onto your makeshift work area and went to tour the Paddock. You needed a change of scenery to get out of the negative feelings appearing. You took pictures of the paddock and track, mostly for personal memories, but also some to share. Turning your phone off of 'Do Not Disturb', it bombarded you with text and notifications, but one caught your eye - multiple text messages from Ashlyn. Ashlyn had let you know she and your family got F1TV Pro and they were watching every drivers' conference just to hear your voice. Not a single person in that room understood Formula One, but they always supported your passion. They didn't care about the time zone difference because they were proud of you. You took a second to FaceTime everyone and thanked them.

You apologized and told them you were trying your best, but it was hard. They gave you all the encouragement and advice on how to get yourself heard: "Grab some paper and wave your hand in the air" "Just yell, girl!" "Get your butt in the front row!" The jokes and hearing their voices made you smile. That right there gave you all the happiness in the world. With your head up high now, you took a deep breath and walked towards the paddock's media center, with a walk like you've done that for years.

As you were walking back, some commotion startled you. There were lots of people running towards the front gates, in the opposite direction from you. You were taught "run with them and ask questions later." When everyone stopped, all you heard were camera shutters going off and pointed in a single direction - Lewis Hamilton. He entered the paddock wearing a jacket with a tie-belt over a pair of ecru-colored pants. When you were covering races from home, you saw photos and videos when Lewis walked onto the paddock but in person, it was like no other. He commanded an entrance, stopping everyone in their place. The power he had just walking from the entrance gates to his motorhome was indescribable. Being star-struck, you almost neglected to take photos and videos for social media.

It was time for the final drivers' conference of the day. One final chance to be heard. In front of you were Yuki, Esteban, Nico, Alex, and Lewis. The conference went just like the previous three; you getting skipped. To your surprise, there was one final call to get questions in. "This is my last opportunity," you said to yourself. You stood up, raising your hand. "I do." Making everyone in the room turn to the last row of the room. You took a deep breath, murmured your website name into the mic, then said "I do, it's for Lewis. First Lewis, I hope you're well. The question I have is regarding the W13. Based on pre-season testing, the W13 isn't the smoothest ride. How are you and the team feeling going into the 2022 season?" Lewis responded with a smile, "I am, thanks. How are you?" You had already passed the mic back, and just nervously shouted from the back row, "Oops, umm I just gave the mic back, but I am well, thanks for asking."

This caused the room to let out a laugh. At that moment, you were beyond thankful you didn't visually turn red when flustered, but on the inside, you felt like you were on fire. Lewis answered the question, and that was the end of the drivers' conference. You had done it, and you even made the room laugh. This isn't how you expected the day to go, but if that's how you'd make a first impression, at least it was a good one.

When free practice ended, all you thought was "Damn, Mercedes wasn't sandbagging!" After finishing up your article discussing the press conference, you checked social media. Your notifications were higher than normal. As you read through your mentions, there were tweets saying "Oh this is the woman that had Lewis smiling like that!" "I see you girl, I don't blame him" "We have no choice but to support" This all made you chuckle until you saw a few that made a lump in your throat form and panic. People were claiming you were flirting for clout. Trying to find issues and put an asterisk on what took you years to build. You knew you had to shut that all down immediately.

You sent a tweet reading "Hi to all my followers! To my new ones as well. Hope you're all well. A new article is live and I'll be posting a video later tonight. Link to my other socials in the bio. (Side note: Wishing people well is something I ask everyone, it's how I grew up)" You hoped the internet could take a joke and didn't want it to appear aggressive and defensive. The last thing you needed was people assuming you were flirting. This day was going so well and you didn't want unnecessary stress in your life. So you swore off Twitter for the weekend, strictly posting race content and not checking your mentions. You even went to limit your Instagram comments, then turned your phone on 'Do Not Disturb' for the day.

The night had ended, but you still had a video to film and a second article to finish. You almost talked yourself out of it, but it needed to be done. You'd be damned if you worked this hard to get to this point and started putting in half an effort. You looked at the clock, not realizing how late it had gotten. You doubled checked the time back home and sent a text to your family giving them your love and appreciation. You headed to the bathroom to do your nightly routine. As you tied your hair down and put on your bonnet, you smiled at your reflection, saying, "If all of this ended today, at least I made everyone laugh."

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part vi

author's notes: i'll need to proofread this again. it’s officially my longest post, 1.3K. sorry for the delay, but here it is. hoping you're enjoying “imagine” to this point, thanks for sticking with me. part vi later this week.

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