Frankie Taking Care Of Her 🥺🥺

Today I re-watched 200 Cartas: Looking for Maria Sanchez and I love Raul so much. He is funny and cute, so cute. Yet I can't find a fanfic with him. I need it so muuuuch!

I don't know, maybe one where y/n is Juan's (Raul's friend) sister and likes Raul, but don't have courage to tell him that and they go look for Maria and both of them get together in the end.

Or one where Raul meet y/n in Puerto Rico when he is looking for Maria, y/n is friend of one Maria or help him somehow...

I really don't know I just need Lin-Manuel as Raul contents.

summary: como pode um simples jogo causar tanta discussão e entretenimentos? para esses dois é muito mais do que um jogo, para os fãs é uma diversão, eles só não sabem o por trás dessa diversão.

paring: pipe otaño x fem!influencer! leitora [ bella campos como fc ]

writer: em português porque gringo nenhum entenderá brxarg e flamengo contra qualquer um na libertadores.

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yourusername mó paz graças a deus!!!!

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th4sn TEM CAST DE LSDLN NAS CURTIDAS???

yummyseunome mulher escreve "Deus" com d minúsculo e atrai hermanos sncliquee ela tem uma inimizade antiga com o Pipe, desde a libertadores de 2019, flaxriver, os dois estavam no jogo

snthinker MINHA MÃE FLAMENGUISTA

pipegonzalezotano ah então é ai que meu pano de chão foi parar?

yourusername como se você limpasse sua casa, o máximo que você faz é molhar ele com suas lágrimas de perdedor pipegonzalezotano vamos ver quem vai estar chorando no final do próximo jogo

matiasrecalt por isso ele tava fazendo awooga aqui na sala

marimarina oi???? recaltweed quem tava fazendo o que??? lannylain SR. RECALT VOLTE E EXPLIQUE

Flamengo 😍

aguslainn Buenissima, nena

yourusername story respostas na dm do instagram

snsnfla meu deus, você fazendo soft lauching, aguardei tanto este momento

missusmengo E QUEM SERIA ESSE???

gonzagapipee O QUE TA ACONTECENDP??

aguustrival S/N????

snthinker era dele que o matias tava falando?? você ta com um hermano??

snarchive TENHO PAI?

aguslainn story respostas na dm do instagram

valen.laiiin VOCÊ ESTÁ NO BR???

kukuthinkeer Encontro do cast no Brasil, vem ai??

matiasrecalt ah pronto, agora vem ai as teorias do iluminati no twitter

franromerofran você fez de proposito, certeza

snthinker você ta em praias de território br? interessante

missusmengo OI???

pipegonzalezotano story respostas na dm do instagram

vogrincicenzo como está ai?

kuku.esteban lembra de passar o protetor, o sol parece me queimar pela foto

snthinker Quem foi que tirou essa foto??

pipegonzalezotano o agus.

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yourusername minha vida ultimamente.

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blaspolidorii então finalmente assumiram?

moramora O QUE TEM PRA ASSUMIR? marimokuku BLAS O QUE VOCÊ SABE?

snthinker AGUS E O PIPE NO BRASIL

aegressn amo a estetica "flamengo" desta diva

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santisantificado as camisas do river ali, as malucas do twitter estavam certas

pipegonzalezotano estragou a beleza das imagens com essa coisa horrenda que é esse time

yourusername primeiro, flamengo não é time é seleção, time é aquela merreca que você segue yourusername segundo, você que estagou com essa sua cara imunda, tome um banho e vire gente

aguslainn a vida ultimamente está sendo muito divertida

gusgusthinker AGUSTÍN???

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aguslainn limpando e tirando algumas fotos, porque meu rolo de câmera finalmente encheu.

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matiasrecalt e morreu.

franromerofran aqui jaz santivacanarvaja estou agora mesmo orando pela sanidade dele agustinpardella lembre de orar pelos ouvidos dele também

gusgusthinker MEU DEUS EU TAVA CERTA???

gussnlover Já ta liberado fazer conta de casal?

snthinker meu deus, o cachorro flamenguista da sn

yummyseunome ela realmente atraiu os hermanos depois do primeiro post

th4sn estarei escrevendo apenas deus com d minúsculo a partir de agora

otanothinkeer a gente vai apenas ignorar os comentários da sociedade da neve?

missusmengo sim, foque apenas no Agus divulgando a namorada br dele e espere que eles sigam o exemplo do querido pra escolher namoradas pipeeelover bi?? foque no pipe sem camisa, e todos agradeçam ao agus por essa foto e última que o pipe postou nos stories

O quarto estava imerso em uma atmosfera serena, com uma suave penumbra permeando o ambiente e criando uma sensação de tranquilidade, o barulho distante de algum pagode parecia até meio desconhecido e confuso, o leve barulho do ar condicionado sendo a única onda sonora presente dentro do quarto naquele momento. O calor residual do chuveiro preenchia o ar, misturando-se com o aroma fresco de sabonete e shampoo, o cheiro da maresia do mar, do corpo dele salgado pela água, das bebidas facilmente derramadas durante o dia, tudo parecia tão distante com os cheiros que saem da porta do banheiro presente no quarto. Pipe, recém-saído do banho, sentou-se na borda da cama, sua figura delineada pela luz suave que emanava do abajur ao lado. Uma toalha úmida estava amarrada de forma frouxa em torno de sua cintura, expondo os músculos esculpidos de seus ombros e braços. Gotas de água ainda escorriam de seus cabelos escuros, criando um brilho efêmero à medida que caíam sobre o lençol, ele estava perdido no brilho de seu celular, os dedos deslizando pela tela enquanto navegava por suas redes sociais. Inicialmente, sua expressão era tranquila, os lábios curvados em um leve sorriso enquanto ele consumia o conteúdo digital e cantarola, da maneira mais errada impossível, a música distante, seu sotaque sumindo por entre os murmúrios da batida da música . No entanto, toda essa serenidade logo deu lugar a uma repentina expressão de crescente irritação. As sobrancelhas de Pipe se contraíram em um franzir de frustração, seus lábios se apertaram em uma linha tensa.

Com um gesto brusco, ele lançou o celular para longe de si na cama, como se quisesse se livrar da fonte de sua irritação. O dispositivo quicou levemente sobre o colchão antes de se estabilizar em um canto, sua tela ainda iluminada com mensagens incomodativas. queebra, não foi você quem comprou., não demorou muito para Felipe se virar em direção a voz, observando a porta do banheiro, a figura de sua namorada emergiu do vapor, envolta em uma toalha macia. A luz suave destacava os contornos de sua pele, realçando sua beleza natural. Gotículas de água ainda adornavam sua pele, refletindo a luz com um brilho suave e etéreo. Ela estava ocupada, secando delicadamente os cabelos com outra toalha, os fios úmidos se enrolando em torno de seus dedos. Ao notar a expressão de frustração de Pipe, sua namorada se aproximou com uma expressão de preocupação, suas feições suaves revelando seu carinho pelo parceiro.

“O que aconteceu, paixão? o river perdeu de novo? não fica assim, você sabia que eles eram ruins quando começou a torcer.” sua voz carregava um deboche absoluto, um irônia que não chegava ao seu olhar de preocupação, naquele momento sua meta era distrair a cabeça de seu namorado, não de diminuir o time do coração dele, mesmo que ela jamais perderia uma única oportunidade de fazer tal coisa. Uma risada nasalada foi a única coisa que pipe deixou escapar, junto de uma forte revirada de olhos enquanto suas mãos rapidamente iam de encontro com a cintura de sua namorada, deixando um forte aperto no lugar. “Isso é por causa do post do Agus?” ela tornou a perguntar, sentindo seu namorado abraçar sua cintura por completo dessa vez, encostando a cabeça na barriga dela com certa delicadeza, deixando o forte cheiro dos inúmeros produtos de cosméticos invadirem suas narinas, enquanto fechava os olhos e murmurava um breve não

“então não tem nada haver com o post e todos os seus fãs acharem que eu estava assumindo ele?” Suas mãos deslizavam suavemente pelos cabelos molhados de Pipe, acariciando-os com ternura enquanto ele descansava sua cabeça em sua barriga. Os olhos do argentino ergueram-se para encontrar os dela, um leve bico emburrado presente nos lábios do mesmo. Seus lábios curvaram-se em um sorriso debochado enquanto sua sobrancelha se ergueu levemente, o observando atentamente. Conhecia bem Felipe, sabia bem como funcionava a possessividade dele, foram quatro anos, uma pandemia, um filme, muita perda de peso e muitos jogos de futebol, dentro desse relacionamento. Ela conhecia cada mínimo detalhe muito bem.

Para Pipe, não havia lugar mais reconfortante do que nos braços dela, onde ele se sentia verdadeiramente em casa. Era um lugar onde ele podia deixar de lado suas preocupações e simplesmente se perder na sensação reconfortante de seu toque. E ali, com o queixo apoiado suavemente em sua barriga, ele sentia-se completo, como se nada mais importasse além da presença dela ao seu lado.

“só acho meio desaforo ele publicar suas fotos, como se vocês fossem um casal e mais desaforo ainda essas seguidoras ignorarem minha presença ali . . .” falou, escondendo o rosto novamente, a ponta de seu nariz brincando levemente com a barra da toalha, tentando encontrar um pouco de pele por entre o tecido úmido da toalha. pelo menos não estamos lidando com carlitos paez se envolvendo no relacionamento mais. Pipe riu, se lembrando quando começaram as inúmeras suposições sobre o tipo dos meninos do cast, e como havia virado piada entre o casal. Nunca foram as loiras, sempre foi carlitos paez ele falou, sua voz abafada pelo rosto ainda escondido na namorada, ambos sabiam, nunca foram as loiras, Pipe tinha algo pelo brasil, pelo desafio e pela namorada dele. A ideia de que os fãs acham que é outra pessoa amando ela do jeito que ele ama o fez gemer de raiva, puxando a namorada para mais próximo.

“pipe, foi você quem o chamou para manter as aparências e você quem deu a liberação pra ele causar um caos no fandom.” a menina falou, segurando a risada, e se esforçando ao máximo para não cair no colo de seu namorado a cada novo puxão ou movimento do mesmo. Ela não mentiu, Pipe havia chamado Agus para o Brasil, sabia que naquele momento o Lain não estava muito amigável com as Argentinas e passava horas elogiando as brasileiras, principalmente pelo carinho e a compreensão que elas o entregavam, Pipe achou que seria uma boa ideia, sua namorada tinha amizades e ela gostava do Agus o suficiente para aceitar apresentar essas amizades, não como conheceu Matias e quase excluiu as amizades de seus contatos para que o Recalt não as encontrasse, mas Pipe nunca pensou que se sentiria tão incomodado vendo comentários do amigo no perfil da namorada, ou vendo seus fãs torcendo para que os dois ficassem juntos, e ele certamente não esperava que Agus levasse o caos tão a sério.

"Sua mente fugiu de novo, amor", ela disse suavemente, seu tom tranquilizador ecoando no quarto. "Desligue o celular e concentre-se no presente, meu bem, e outra . . .", com um toque suave e delicado, a mão dela deslizou dos cabelos de Pipe até suas bochechas, como se traçasse um caminho de carinho e conexão. Seus dedos roçaram suavemente contra a pele macia do rosto dele, transmitindo conforto e amor. Com um movimento gentil, ela ergueu seu rosto, incentivando-o a encontrar seu olhar. “Você pode sempre se vingar, o quarto dele é aqui do lado e podemos comemorar do mesmo jeito que comemoramos a Argentina acabar com a França no Qatar. . . e depois podemos só assumir tudo”, um sorriso ladino começou a tomar conta do rosto de Pipe, iluminando seus olhos com uma centelha travessa de diversão. Enquanto sua namorada erguia seu rosto para encontrá-la, ele sentia o calor reconfortante de seu toque e a doçura de seu olhar, mas também a energia leve e divertida que sempre parecia surgir entre eles. De repente, como se impulsionado por um impulso irresistível, uma de suas mãos deslizou para a coxa macia dela, aconchegando-se ali com ternura e possessividade ao mesmo tempo. Eu te amo pra caralho, garota, ele murmurou, finalmente puxando a toalha que escondia o corpo que ele tanto desejava da visão dele.

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yourusername já são quatro anos aguentando o River e o hino da Argentina apenas para provar para as hermanas que nunca fueran las rubias, siempre fueran las brasileñas ( e o carlitos paez ).

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snthinker MEU dEUS???

pipelaiinfc não o d minúsculo

gusgusthinkeer 4 ANOS???

aguslainn Ai caralho, finalmente também né, não aguentava mais

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franromerofran Não sei porque, mas eu realmente sinto que devemos sentir pena dos ouvidos do Agus

matiasrecalt f no chat pelos ouvidos do divo agustinpardella f santivacanarvaja f feliperamusiomora f kuku.esteban f vogrincicenzo por que "f"? blaspolidorii também não entendi, ele morreu? aguslainn eu durmo no quarto ao lado blaspolidorii caramba, muito coração roxo e muitas forças pra você vogrincicenzo ainda não entendi a do f

vongriciccunt A SOCIEDADE NOS COMENTÁRIOS NA MORAL

kukuthinkeer o desespero deles é tanto que sinto que já passaram pelo o que Agus ta passando

yourusername Argentino é tudo dramático. aguslainn nunca mais aqueles sons sairão da minha cabeça, eu serei assombrado e aterrorizado pelo resto da minha simples vida até o fim dos tempos. yourusername não disse?

carlitospaezr já te disse que precisamos conversar sobre quem fica por quanto tempo com ele.

yourusername desculpa, sogro

pipegonzalezotano são quatro anos de pano de chão de graça, muitos gritos e viagens para o lado do sol apenas para provar para os boludos que até nisso eles perdem pra Argentina

yourusername mermão eu vou te bater, se liga

pipegonzalezotano espero que venham muito mais e que eu finalmente possa usar a aliança e a chave reserva que estão na cabeceira da minha cama

yourusername pera o que????? yourusername felipe volta aqui

pipegonzalezotano te amo muito, nena

yourusername eu te amo muito mais, meu amor pipegonzalezotano impossível, eu amo mais do que você yourusername perdedores não amam mais que vencedores pipegonzalezotano quem ganhou a última copa ama mais yourusername eu vou me tacar na frente de um ônibus na sua frente yourusername quem tem mais copas e mais libertadores ama mais HA pipegonzalezotano eu vou te mostrar quem ama mais

aguslainn EU não aguento mais.

This poor girl doesn't have a day of peace in her life

do not chastise the dove (7) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: steven wants to make things right with you, but his chance is stolen from him. 

word count: 2,464

warnings?: kidnapping, not proofread

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Yeeees, burn in guilt, you son of a bitch.

y/n was a badass, honestly.

About the best friend... I love Eddie, but I have to choose Steve in this. In my mind Steve would be more judgmental about y/n dating Billy, but I don't think he would say "I told you so". Also, if y/n will end with the best friend, I think Steve would be the best option to it because he seems (to me) more compassionate.

But! I think any of the boys will be great. So, if you plan doing a tag list for this, can I please be added to it? Thanks!

You Lost Me Forever [Part 1]

(Cheating Billy.H x Fem!Reader)

Part 2 Link

Summary: In which Y/n L/n’s boyfriend Billy Hargrove cheats on her. Billy tries to win her back only to realize she was never meant for him. She was meant for her best friend…

CW: Cheating, Angst, Mentions of throwing up

“Billy?” Y/n said when she knocked on his bedroom door. His Father and stepmom were out of town and Max let her in, though Max looked a little conflicted about it. Y/n shrugged off the young girl’s behavior and continued on into the house anyways. As usual his music was turned up loud as can be behind his closed door. It all started when Billy said he was sick and couldn’t make it to school today. So without telling him she decided to bring some medicine and food as a surprise to cheer him up.

Behind the door she heard him curse out loud and the music got louder. This confused Y/n because shouldn’t he be bed ridden? Why was he moving around so much when he said over the phone that he was so sick that he couldn’t move a single muscle?

“Hey you okay in there? You shouldn’t be moving so much of you’re sick!” The teen girl said and knocked more. She reached for the door knob and wiggled it only for it to be locked. “Billy let me in I brought some stuff for you to help you feel better!”

Over the sound of the music his voice could be heard when Y/n put her ear against the door.

But so could another.

“Billy stop pushing me around so much! I’m moving so calm the fuck down!”

“Shut the fuck up you bitch she’ll hear you. Grab your shit and leave through the window.”

Y/n flinched away from the door upon hearing another voice inside, being a female’s. Her heart dropped and so did the plastic bag in her hand containing the things she purchased. She thought that he wouldn’t be like this anymore. Y/n thought Billy loved her and was true to all the things he said.

Y/n realized that all the repeated times he’d say “I adore you” or “You’re it for me” were all lies. This whole time he had been spewing lies and going behind her back.

He never changed. And she fell for it.

“Billy” Y/n said in a monotone. The music was a little quieter now.

More rustling and the sound of the squeaky window opening. “Yeah babe?!” was said on the other side of the wooden door.

“I’m leaving.” Y/n said scarily calm. She put her clammy hands in her pockets and walked down the hall. She passed by Max who gave her a sad look. Y/n nodded slowly with glassy eyes and walked out the door without another word. She wasn’t going to let this get under her skin. Yes Y/n loved Billy and could sympathize with him, but she could never truly have him reciprocate her loyalty that she had for him. He will always be the same old man whore jumping from girl to girl leaving a trail of broken hearts.

Outside Y/n saw a girl in a dress jogging away from Billy’s back yard with a bag clutched in her arms. Yup, that was her. Though she couldn’t tell who specifically because it was 9 o’clock at night. Step by step Y/n could feel her chest growing more heavy, begging for sweet release. A scream, cry, maybe throwing up? But no, she kept it all down and locked her sorrow away. Instead she would replace said sorrow with anger and disappointment. Anger at herself for believing his bullshit and disappointment in Billy for thinking with his head, just not the one up there but the one down there.

“Y/n?! Hey where you goin?” Y/n turned around and saw Billy who called her. He ran to her in the night, his skin glowing from the after-sex. He looked as healthy as a horse, clearly not sick. “I got your bag of stuff. I left the food in the fridge, but turns out I wasn’t as bad as I thought. I just threw up and I started feeling better.” He said with a grin and wrapped his arms around Y/n’s waist. The light of the moon shone on him, his smile looking ever so beautiful. The smile of a liar rather than a lover. The smile of a cheating con.

“Bullshit.” Y/n muttered with her gaze downcast. She didn’t want to look at him. Billy tilted his head down to see her eyes, but whenever he moved she’d move her head away. The blonde let go of her and crossed his arms over himself. Worry pooled in his gaze.

“What,? I didn’t hear you, you okay?” He asked with concern. The night couldn’t tell if he were genuine or not.

Y/n looked up at him with a firm gaze. Tears pooled in her e/c eyes but she refused to blink and let them fall. “We’re over Billy.” She said. Billy’s mouth hung open for a moment but then pressed into a firm line.

“What do you mean ‘over’?” He said with furrowed brows.

“We’re done Billy. I’m breaking up with you. I can’t do it anymore. We just weren’t made for each other.” Y/n said and turned 180. She took a step but felt her body be pulled back from her arm. Billy’s hand clutched her bicep, his grip never wavering.

“Y/n what the fuck are you talking about? Give me a damn good fucking reason because I fucking love you!” He yelled. The moonlit darkness grew an eerie silence. Anticipation hung in the dry hair, waiting for the girl’s response.

“You’re a pussydrunk liar and you know it. I heard her in you room Billy and I saw her run from your house with her tail between her legs. Please don’t try to bullshit lie your way out of this Hargrove, because I won’t believe you. I never will again.”

Y/n looked at him over her shoulder and sent him a glare that could cut through steel. But he still wouldn’t let her go. Not after such a foolish mistake.

“You weren’t supposed to be there.” Was all he could say. He couldn’t think of any other excuse. Y/n had him down and read by the nail. She was right, nothing but lust clouded his mind. And it even got in the way of the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Scoffing, she ripped her arm from his grip. “Don’t touch me with your fucking hands. Did you even wash them after having them knuckle deep in that whore’s rental pussy? Give me a fucking break.”

Billy snarled and felt his fist clench. “Now you’re just going to far-”

“FAR UP MY FUCKING ASS! WE’RE DONE! I LOVED YOU BUT YOU SEEM TO LOVE YOUR DESIRE FOR OTHER WOMEN MORE! SO SORRY FOR BEING MAD THAT MY BOYFRIEND WAS GOING BEHIND MY BACK FOR WHO KNOWS HOW DAMN LONG! I’M NOT EVEN SAD BECAUSE DEEP DOWN I KNEW IT WAS FUCKING COMING BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH OF YOUR WHORE REPUTATION PROCEEDS YOU!”

Never has she blown up on someone and never has it felt better. She feel like she could breathe again. Billy only stood in shock at her outburst.

“I-I’m sorry.” He started, “I’ll never do it again. It’s just an old bad habit and I can’t control it and you know how I am! My Father and all-”

Y/n looked at him with a disgusted expression. “Guilt tripping? Please, try with any other air headed bitch but not me. But old habits seem to die hard don’t they? Maybe you’ll learn your fucking lesson.”

“I will learn my lesson!” Now he was down on his knees. His arms wrapping around her hips while his head was to her stomach. “I’ll learn, please just take me back baby I can’t live without you.”

He looked up only to be met with her sad smile that didn’t reach her dull eyes. “I told you my ex cheated on me. I was with him for four years and loved him dearly. You knew how I felt about cheating yet here you are fucking around in a way you know will hurt me the worst. So no. I won’t forgive you. I hope you fucking rot in guilt.”

She pushed him off with a final shove and his tailbone hit the pavement, but he couldn’t feel the pain. He looked so pathetic on the ground. Looking up from his spot only to be met with the icy stare of the girl he lost forever.

“Never talk to me again.”

And she walked away.

Okay so this is gonna be a two part. In the summary I mentioned a best friend and I want you all to decide. Should it be Eddie or Steve?? Comment bellow :)

UNS SEBOSOS, HORROROSOS, LADRÕES

podem enfiar esse oscar no cu europeu de vcs eu sabia q eles jamais teriam a coragem de premiar um filme latino

I will never get tired of saying that Agatha is a immaculate character and that I can't hate her!

AGATHA HARKNESS IN PREVIOUSLY ON

I confess that I cried my eyes out reading this 😭

ALSO STEDDIE ANGST IDEA: the reader is always super supportive of the boys endeavors, she goes to all the corroded coffin shows and steve’s basketball games whatever, but the one time she has something important, they accidentally sleep through it @mysticmunson

elora elora my beloved. this is for u i love u 🤍

— poly relationship, however they have their own bedrooms for this one! for the sake of the story, anyway. fem!reader

the boys' ears perk up at the sound of your bedroom door opening. steve turns away from the stove, eddie stops chewing and lets his spoon fall onto the cereal bowl and beneath the milk that he's too distracted to frown about it. they hear your heavy footsteps, which quite sounds like feet dragging through the floor and more like stomping.

when they see you emerge, it's nothing like they expected.

while your hair is combed and your clothes flattened, your eyes resemble the long hours of weeping; from the puffy eyes, the pinkish scleras, and the loud, long sniffing. steve's excited smile falls, eddie's shoulder slumps. it's sometimes amusing how they mirror each other's expressions.

"hey," steve turns the stove off and drops the spatula on the pan, a hand reaching out towards you with his lips into an upcoming pucker. but you dodge his hand, swerving, maybe even flinching with a stoic look. his heart swells.

eddie tries next. he moves away from the kitchen island, a hand hovering at your back to place itself there but you swerve away to take the decanter off the coffee maker to pour yourself a cup.

his hand falls disappointedly down his side, his lips twitching downward, looking at steve sadly and miserably.

you ignore them both, the octave sound of hot coffee falling onto the porcelain mug filling the silence that coalesces with the tv in the back and the muffled yelling of children outside of steve's house. out the corner of your eyes, you see steve swallow thickly before he takes a plate from the rack and tilts the pan until the eggs fall onto the middle, whereas eddie hesitantly goes back to eating his cereal.

when you place it back, steve sees you debate, whether you go back up with your coffee only, or sit down with a chair between you and eddie. he makes the decision for you, wanting to know what's wrong — he slides you a plate full of scrambled eggs and toast.

you stare at it for a bit, before you finally decided to sit down and look down at your food than at steve, though you speak your gratitude through a small 'thank you,'

they decide to settle in silence, both of them eating breakfast as you slowly sink into your corner, trying your best to eat your food faster so you could just go back into your room. you only wanted silence for now, anyway. you're still upset. too upset.

but eddie, poor boy can never stand the silence, looks at you and clears his throat. "so, what'd you do yesterday, sweets? don't think stevie and i saw you the entire day."

their cluelessness ignites the vexed incendiary inside your chest. your fingers tighten around your fork, shoving an egg inside your mouth, your eye twitching and your eyebrows furrowing together slowly as you reply,

"it was fine," you say curtly, sharply. both of them taken aback by your laconic reply. eddie senses something wrong, his mind racketing through countless memories, while steve tries to stop the bomb from exploding.

"yeah?" steve spreads the butter on his toast, the rough scraping of knife against the toasted bread. "uh, where'd you go?"

he looks at eddie cautiously, who's eyebrows raise like a shrug. you stab the egg this time. "an event."

"an event?"

at this point, you're about to break the plate. you shrug, taking deep breaths. "yes."

steve wipes his fingers on a towel hanging by a knob, taking a bite of his bread. "what event? why didn't you tell us?"

maybe you could have bent the fork in half if you could. your eyebrows furrow, all of you dissolving into nothing but a vestibule of exasperation.

eddie sees it as clear as day; he knew that what steve said had struck up a mark, so he shoots him an wide-eyed 'what the fuck' kind of warning to him, the soggy cereal stopping on the left side of his cheek.

"wow, gee, i wonder why i didn't tell you," you snort, though despite that, it's absolute irritation in your voice. with a hint of sadness, eddie thinks. "maybe because i told you, like, everyday of the fucking week. maybe even the night before that event."

it clicks to steve, only then, that you actually did tell him. and eddie, who's expression has fell similarly to his when it comes to a realization.

"i was thinking maybe you guys would have remembered because you promised." you continue, barely looking at them in the eyes, like they're embedded between the hills of your egg. "but maybe, maybe you guys didn't remember. so i guess it's my fault that i didn't fucking tell you about it,"

"babe, i—" steve looks forlorn. you don't feel guilty about it at all. maybe a little, even though your voice had been soft yet somehow sharp, because you really are upset. you had every right to be.

eddie reaches out to hold your hand but you flinch and he thinks he could have just sobbed in his seat. "sweetheart, we must have slept in. i- we're sorry."

"no, you're not," you can't help but sniff and blink from something that stings your eyes, pushing the plate of eggs away.

"we are, baby, hey–" steve rounds over the counter so that he could kneel in front of you. eddie, who's got no clue how to deal with this situation, decides to kneel beside him. "baby, come on..."

you look away from them with a small whimper, your bottom lip wobbling. "i just thought, maybe, you guys would have done the same thing. come to this event and be there, y'know? and i just- i just kept waiting and waiting–"

"and we're complete idiots," you feel eddie take your hand. you know it's him because you feel the roughness on his ever-loving fingertips that dotes heat over your trembling hand. "we slept in, (y/n)."

steve nods. "we slept in and we're idiots." he rephrases. he doesn't like the way eddie had said their reason, and pinches his thigh. he winces quietly that you miss. "that's– that's not a good reason. in fact, we shouldn't even be reasoning at all,"

then, it comes as a jagged whisper. it's a blunt knife that pierces deadly through a heart. "i just thought that maybe i was as important as you said i am."

the two boys quiet down and stare defeatedly, both rocking back from their weakened knees.

"you are important,"

"steve—"

"punch me in my goddamn head if i ever made you feel like you're not important."

and eddie, ever the jest, knocks his shoulder against steve's. "in fact, do it now. now baby, he's an idiot. he deserves it."

"you're just as much as an idiot as i am,"

"just stop," you dig the heels of your palms on your eyes, your chest heaving.

none of it is helping; normally, a thing like this was something you were just gonna brush off. but they'd promised, and you expected, and then all you felt was disappointment and utter shame. and now you're mad, because you feel that way and because they'd been the one to make you feel that way.

you're mad because they made you wait for nothing.

eddie's whiskey eyes are sorrowful at his mistake. it's a sight that makes you cry abruptly, looking away from them and hiccuping into your damp palms. steve's hands reach up to tug on your wrists and wipe your fat tears with his thumb, eddie standing up to move behind you and to wrap his arms around your neck to keep you close.

"stopping, baby," steve leans up to kiss your forehead. "stopping. we're stopping, honey, i'm so sorry,"

"it won't happen again," eddie's lips move against the hair on your temple as he spoke, his mouth puckering to leave the faintest kiss ever. steve picks up a tissue somewhere above the counter and wipes your tears. "i promise you, princess,"

"we promise," steve wipes gently under your nose. you let him, clasping weakly onto eddie's forearm around you. "we love you, okay? you're important to us,"

you sniffle, the slightest scrunch on your nose. your proclamation is baulky as you say, "i still don't forgive you,"

"you don't have to," eddie swerves in front of you to face you again, placing his hands on your arms and massaging them. "not right now, at least."

the sigh you admit reassures them, even the small smile that paints your tear-stained face. the two boys come up to kiss each cheek, making you giggle; forgiveness is yet to be built, but you know they're willing to work for it.

You can't make it with me! I just cried with this!

i don’t normally like writing imagines about the aftermath of freddie’s death, but ever since hearing ‘the place where the lost things go’ all i can picture is you putting your three children to bed, and your youngest (probably aged three?) asks “mummy, why’s daddy sad?” and you haven’t told them about fred yet, it’s only the following day since he passed, so you just smile sadly and say “he’s lost something very special to him.” and they ask if they can help him find it, and you can’t help but laugh at their innocence and as you tuck them in, your oldest (probably about ten?) just looks like they know. so, you start to sing a lullaby you made up for them when their grandmother died, and soon they drift to sleep as you stroke their hair fondly but when it gets to the last verse, you notice brian/roger/john leant against the doorframe watching silently. they haven’t spoken all day, just sat alone in your room grieving.

so, you change the lyrics, ever so slightly.

so when you need his touch,

and loving gaze,

gone but not forgotten is the perfect phrase.

smiling from a star,

that he makes glow,

trust he’s always there,

watching as you grow.

find him in the place

where the lost things go.

Poor Steven 😭

Oh, reader caring for him melts my heart and Marc content and calm 😭🥰

Neighbors and Nightmares

Steven Grant x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 1k

Prompt: pulling your lover into your arms, kissing their cheek as you comfort them (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration!)

Warnings: fluff, neighbor!reader, mention of nightmares, hurt/comfort, kisses, sweetness, pining, brief appearance by Marc too

Notes: Even though this fic is not explicit, my blog still is so please do not read or interact if you are under 18 thank you. Thanks so much for the request anon, I loved this prompt so much!! And it works so well with Steven cause he deserves the world!! I have an update only blog too to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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A pained scream woke you up from a peaceful dream and immediately you were on high alert. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door as another scream echoed against the wall you shared with your neighbor, Steven Grant. This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to the sounds of his agony while he slept, but this time seemed more urgent than before. Quickly, you grabbed your keyring, which included the spare key he gave you, and bolted out the door.

“Steven?!” you pounded at his door first. Dread filled your mind as you heard him yell and thrash around inside, “Steven, I’m coming in!” you called through the door as you slid the key in with shaky hands.

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