170lb C&J PR!!! PR for BOTH lifts! 😭🙌🏼
10lbs up from my 5lb C&J PR last week 😱 No idea where this came from and I clearly got a little excited at the end… but I’m still counting it! 🙈⚪️❓😂 This morning was the first time I’ve slept in in WEEKS and it definitely paid off 😴
lovely! Could I get an imagine with Conor please? I’ve had a really bad few
days where I’ve been ill. In and out of hospitals and abuse from my ex. Can I
get something along the lines like Conor finds me passed out at home as that’s
what has happened to me but Conor’s there to protect me and look after me..
A/N: I’d just
like to apologise again for what’s happened to you. I honestly believe that no
one should ever be allowed to go through something like that. That being said,
I also don’t want to completely romanticise the idea of needing someone to come
and save us. As lovely as it is to have a guy swoop in and be your knight in
shining armour, I think it’s important, especially for us girls, to understand
that we are strong enough to save ourselves. However, that doesn’t mean that we
can’t let other people help us. It’s okay to ask for help. Don’t ever feel like you can’t, because there are people who want to help you.
Violence and abuse, and a bit of swearing.
Word count: 2250
The front door
to your shared apartment opened. You heard the sound of keys hitting the
counter in the front room. From your bedroom, you could hear movement in the
kitchen, the sound of the fridge slamming close. Taking deep breaths in and
out, you steadied your breathing.
boyfriend called from outside. You fixed a happy smile on your face and walked
out to greet him. He pulled you into a hug, his grip on you firm, not allowing
you to budge even as he pulled away a few inches to look at you. “How’s my
babygirl been today? Did you have a good day?” His choice of words seemed so
innocent, but you could hear the underlying message behind it.
remained fixed on your face as you responded. “Yeah it was great. How was
yours? You had a good day I hope.” You prayed he couldn’t hear how forced the
words coming out were.
He seemed in a
generally good mood. “Mhmm. Hungry? I’ll cook us dinner how ‘bout that?”
You nodded in
agreement, while keeping on your toes in case things took a turn for the worse.
Dinner went rather smoothly. He cooked a simple pasta, and your conversation
went as normal. You offered to clear up the plates since he cooked. He pressed
a hard kiss to your lips in thanks before heading to shower.
You sighed in
relief. Maybe things were taking a turn in the right direction.
You were back
in your shared room, catching up on a bit of reading in bed. (Y/BF/N) was still
in the shower. You heard the shower turn off, and he stepped out soon after. He
only had on a towel wrapped around his waist.
The look in his
eyes spoke far louder than he could have at that moment. He walked over to the
bed, and crawled up to where you were laid.
His voice was
dangerously low as he neared you. “I’ve missed you so much”, he breathed. He
was now directly on top of you, hovering over you. Bending lower, his lips
found yours, roughly attacking them with yours. You responded, wrapping your
arms around his neck as the kiss heated up. His arms travelled to your hips,
playing with the hem of your shirt. His lips moved to your neck, marking you,
he moved to lift your top off.
you pulled away, your hand resting on his chest.
the matter?” his tone getting darker.
just-I’m just not in the mood”, you sighed, looking away.
He got off you,
falling onto the bed beside you. “You kidding? You’re never in the mood
anymore, what the hell is wrong with you?”
just don’t feel like having sex all the time”, you argued.
“What I’m not
good enough for you now?” he snapped.
Your voice grew
quieter as he sensed his anger grow. “No”, you sighed, “Just not now yeah,
babe?” You placed your hand on his arm, “Maybe tomorrow?” you suggested.
“You think I’ve
got so much time to wait around for you? You don’t fucking get to tell me when
I can have sex with my girlfriend. I should be able to have sex with her
anytime I bloody feel like!” He got off the bed, shrugging you off him.
You shrank into
yourself, trying to get as small as possible. Worry was starting to fill you.
He was now stood at your side of the bed, towering over you. His hand reached
for your arm, pulling you up from the bed to stand in front of him. “What is
it, huh? Why won’t you have sex with me anymore? Why won’t you do anything with
me anymore?” his grip on you tightened.
pulling away from him, but he wouldn’t budge. “That’s not it, (Y/Bf/N). I just
don’t feel like it”, you mumbled.
“It’s him, isn’t
it? That singer you always hang out with! Or one of those stupid YouTube dicks!”
he was getting more worked up with each breath.
Both of his
hands now gripped your arm roughly. You were sure marks were starting to form
on your skin by now. Seeing the fear in your eyes, he assumed it was guilt. “Are
sleeping with them? Is that it? I’m not good enough for you now, huh?”
closed your eyes shut, knowing what was going to happen. It had happened one to
many times. He released his grip on you and pulled back, the force sending you
crashing on to the bed behind you. He swung his fist around, connecting with
the nearest object to him, the lamp on the bedside table. It came crashing down
on you, the glass shards splitting as it came into contact with your shoulder. Your
eyes were shut tight, thankfully, but you felt a shard come into contact with
your cheekbone, scratching just a few inches below your right eye.
All that could
be heard now was heavy breathing. You dared to open your eyes, not hearing any
crashes. You stood up slowly, about to head to the bathroom to check on
yourself, but he stood towering in your way, not letting you pass. “Oh stop
being a fucking baby! You’re gonna call that idiot now aren’t you?” he asked
You opened your
mouth to protest, but he cut you off before you could. You felt it before your
eyes registered what had happened. Your cheek stinging from the slap he had hit
you with. “Why can’t you stop being a fucking whore and just stay here like a
Your brain was
screaming at you to fight back, but the rest of your body was petrified at the
consequences. At that moment, you swore to yourself today was going to be the
last night. Breathing deeply, you gathered the courage to look up at him, “(Y/Bf/N)”,
Once again, you
didn’t have the chance to finish what you were about to say. He grabbed you by
your chin forcefully, pulling you closer to himself. “I’m not gonna put up with
your shit anymore (Y/N). You’re gonna get your shit together and act like my
girlfriend. I deserve way more than the shit I’ve been dealing with”, his voice
was soft, almost a whisper, but it was harsh, cold and sharp. It sent fear
coursing through your veins.
stood as tall as you could. In reality, you might have still been cowering, but
mentally, you had the courage, and that was good enough for you. After all it
was the best you had.
voice was shaky despite your best efforts. “You can’t-”
“I can’t? I can’t
what? Tell you what to do?” he laughed, mocking you. His mockery turned to a
glare and his voice hardened, “I’m your boyfriend (Y/N). I get to tell you
exactly what to do.”
You gulped down
your fear, doing your best not to give in. He must have noticed that he hadn’t yet
destroyed your determination. He moved his hand the grip he had on your chin to
your chest, pushing you away from him. You went crashing into the bedside
table, knocking your head against the edge. Feeling dizziness wash over, your
body swayed, slipping to the ground in a 90 degree position on the floor.
such a drama queen. I’m going for some drinks. You’ve given me a headache. When
I’m back, you had better clean up this mess”, he spat sourly. “And clean
yourself up”, he added, lifting your head up with his foot, and proceeding to
drop it as walked away.
You heard some
shuffling and the jingle of keys, followed by the front door open and close. You
tried to gather as much courage as you could to sit up. You managed to lift
your shoulder up from the floor, reaching up for the bedside table. Before you
could get a grip though, your body fell back, running out of strength.
reach for your phone which was on the bed, connected to the charger. You managed
to wrap your fingers around the cable, dragging your phone down. Unlocking it,
you rang Conor, but it went to voicemail after a few rings. You tried him a
couple more times, before trying his brother. He didn’t answer either, so you
tried Josh, who picked up on the second ring, “Hey (Y/N), what’s up?” his
asked, not hearing your response.
your breathing, your voice coming out in a whisper. “Josh.” A few seconds
passed before you mustered up the strength to speak again. “Please hurry.”
What-what’s going on?” Josh’s voice was getting panicky. “Conor! Conor!” you
heard him shout.
whispered before you felt yourself drift away, consciousness slipping from you.
You didn’t know
how much time had passed. A blur of voices was floating around. Your vision
remained black. The voices soon became clearer, and eventually you could make
some of it out.
Conor’s voice was panic stricken. “Shit (Y/N)! You need to wake up.”
A voice you
recognise as Jack’s didn’t seem too far away either. “Mate, I don’t think
shouting’s gonna do much good. (Y/N)? Can you hear us?”
Wake up”, you felt a hand stroking your head.
Your vision was
starting to come back to you, you felt light seeping through your closed lids
now. You blinked, trying to open your eyes.
voice was filled with hope.
Your eyes were
now able to open fully, and you blinked, adjusting to the light. “Conor”, you
whispered. Your throat was dry and hoarse.
lifted you from your position on his lap, pulling you into a tight hug. Relief soared
through him, and you felt his body relax as you hugged him back as much as you
Letting out a
chuckle, Josh said, “Bloody hell (Y/N), you scared the shit out of us!”
You pulled out
of Conor’s hug to look at the other two boys. “Yeah what the hell, that was
some scary shit man!” Jack added.
coming. I don’t think I’d be okay if I happened to wake up any later,” you
“Of course we’d
come, there’s no need to thank us”, Conor said. A frown took over his face as
his eyes roamed over your body. “What I wanna know, though, is why there was a
need for us to come. Did he do this?”
silent, ashamed that you had let things go on for this long. You felt disgusted
with yourself for not being able to stand up to him, for letting him control
you this long.
“He did this
then? HE HIT YOU?” Conor was fuming.
looked at the three boys before you, “But I’m leaving. Today. Now. I’m not
gonna stay here anymore. I’m gonna stay in a hotel for a few days until I can
find a new place.”
staying with us. You can stay with us as long as you like. And then take your
time to find a new place if you want”, Conor butted in, the firmness in his
voice telling you that he wanted to make sure you were alright.
You were about
to protest, but Jack and Josh beat you to it. “Nope, he’s right, you’re gonna
live with us.”
“Yeah it’ll be
like a sleepover. Forever!” Jack added, lightening the mood.
You let out a
light laugh, smiling at the boys before you. “Thank you. Well I gotta get
packing before he comes back.”
What do we need to take?” Josh asked, while Jack headed straight to your
closet, starting to remove everything.
The two of them
quickly moved to help you start packing. You felt tears well up in your eyes,
feeling overwhelmed by their kindness. Conor, who still had his arms around
you, gently wiped the tears away. Mistaking the tears to be because of the
pain, he asked, “Has he done this before? Has he hit you before?” Conor asked,
his anger and concern clearly displayed on his face.
times, yeah”, your voice was small. You knew Conor would never hit you, but
fear was still embedded deep in you. He pulled you closer to himself,
enveloping you into a hug, one hand stroking your hair, the other wrapped
tightly around your waist.
“Shit (Y/N). I wish
you told me about this”, he said. Pulling away slightly, he looked at you, “I
could’ve helped you. Promise not to keep anything from me again?” he asked,
pain evident in his voice.
response, you leaned into him. “We should get packing before he comes back.”
You got up with
Conor’s help, his arms keeping you steady. Walking over the Jack and Josh, you looked
around at the three boys. “Thank you guys. Honestly. You have no idea how much I
love you guys. I don’t wanna get sappy, but you’re honestly way too nice to me.”
Jack squealed, rushing over to you and Conor to hug you.
Josh dragged out, his voice getting higher as he cooed at you, also coming over
to join the hug.
Me too me too!” Conor added, worming his way into the hug.
you tried to pull your head out of the circle they had created around you. “Okay,
now I wonder why I love you guys.”
A/N: I really
hope that none of you ever feel this way, or are put in such positions. Please seek help if you are in any way affected.
P.s. let me know what you guys think of this. I wasn’t sure about a lot of it. If this makes any of you feel uncomfortable or raises any issues please lmk. I would love to hear your feedback :) MASTERLIST HERE
You were slowly pulled out of your sleep by the annoyingly repetitive sound of your phone vibrating against the wooden surface of your nightstand. Peeking through the darkness at the LED of your alarm clock, you could just about make out the time coming into focus as your tired eyes adjusted. It was almost 3am and you already began to suspect who might be calling you this late at night. You stretched an arm out to reach for your phone just as the buzzing stopped. Your arm dropped down onto the pillow and you sighed, relieved to have silence and adjusted your position to fall back to sleep. But that blissful peace was short lived as your phone began to vibrate again and the lock screen lit up. You grabbed your phone and answered it with frustration.
“Y/N!” Your roommate Oli yelled excitedly upon hearing you answer the call.
“Oli! I swear to god if you’re calling me again to come and get you when you’re perfectly capable of getting back to the building by yourself!” You scolded him.
“Shhh! No! No! It’s okay. I made it to the building!” He slurred, a hint of pride in his voice.
“That’s awesome sweetie, well done! So hey, quick question… Why the fuck are you calling me?” You sassed, as you began to sit up, leaning against the headboard of your bed.
“Well you know I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t import- impet- impotent. IMPORTANT!” He drunkenly stumbled over his words and you couldn’t help but smirk in amusement.
“Well, what’s the emergency? You lost your keys or something? Because you know I’m awake now so I can just let you in.” You said.
“No. Haven’t got that far yet. I’m struggling to get into the building itself. He won’t let me in!” Oli explained.
“You mean George, the night porter? He knows you live here why won’t he-… Sweetie?” You shut your eyes in disbelief as it dawned on you why Oli was having trouble.
“What?” Oli asked.
“Are you sure you’re standing outside the right block?” You asked, shuffling out of bed and approaching your window.
“Well… Up until you asked me, I was pretty sure. But now I have my doubts.” He said and after a second of silence you heard him begin to laugh hysterically. You peered across the dimly lit courtyard to the building opposite you and saw a figure stumbling outside the entrance.
“You wally! I can see you! Just stay there I’ll come and get you. You may get lost trying to find your way across the courtyard to our building.” You said, rolling your eyes and you hung up the phone. You pulled on your combat boots and threw your coat on to cover up the fact that you were just wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of CK briefs. You couldn’t be bothered to get dressed just to guide Oli from one building to the other. You were used to this kind of thing anyway.
Oli would always call you, no matter where he was or who else was with him, because you were his go to. You’d always find him, take him home, get him sobered up and put to bed. You figured it was you just being a good friend and roommate, but you were lying to yourself. You’d never admit it out loud, but you’ve always had deeper feelings for Oli. He was charming and endearing and handsome, but he was your friend and that’s how it was always going to be. When you first met him, he’d had girlfriend and despite instantly liking him, it wasn’t your place to say anything, so you buried those feelings. Three years later, you were his roommate, you both were single, but too much had happened for you to risk ruining the friendship you’d built with him. But whenever you got those late night drunk texts and calls, your heart would twinge because you wanted it to mean more than it was. You wanted it to mean that Oli needed you, wanted you, loved you too. But you knew it was just drunk love and considering you’d always been the one to look after him, you figured he’d just developed the habit of calling you.
“OLI!” You yelped as he tripped over thin air and went flying, taking you with him. You both landed flat on the lobby floor and you rushed to get up and right yourself. You threw an apologetic glance at the receptionist who was clearly unimpressed by the disturbance. Night staff were always grumpy. Oli rolled around on the floor, attempting to lift himself up but fought a losing battle with gravity.
“Oli you’re like a fish out of water, flopping around like that. Take my hand and let’s get you up and back to the flat so you can eat some food and sober up a little.” You said as you reached down to help him up off the floor. After a couple of failed attempts, you finally managed to get him back on two feet and walking… Well, his best attempt at walking anyway.
“Y/N YOU LOOK SO PRETTY IN THAT DRESS!” Oli yelled very loudly in your ear, making you wince.
“Sweetie I’m not wearing a dress. That’s my coat. But thank you.” You corrected him while still taking the compliment.
The elevator door slid open and you guided a wobbly Oli through the door and pressed the number of the floor you both live on. As the elevator rose passing each floor, you felt a slight tug on your hair and you realised Oli was, not so gently, playing with it.
“Your hair is so pretty when you leave it alone.” Oli slurred. You arched an eyebrow and smirked a little.
“Oh is that right?” You said, just as the elevator dinged again and the doors opened to reveal a narrow hallway of doors.
“I don’t mean it’s not pretty when you straighten it or do that spirally thing with the curler…” Oli stumbled over his words as he stumbled along with you out of the elevator, still playing with strands of your hair. “I just think it’s prettiest when it’s just you. The way you are.” He finished his thought which caused your cheeks to flush pink from his compliment and the level of sincerity in his voice. You brought a finger to his lips, signalling him to be quiet until you got into the flat as you didn’t want to wake the entire building. He complied but still continued playing with your hair.
You opened the front door and lead Oli through, locking and latching the door behind you both. Oli made a bee-line for the fridge as you kicked off your boots and unbuttoned your coat, shrugging it off your shoulders and hanging it up by the door. By now Oli had abandoned the fridge, leaving it open and was eyeing up the couch.
“Oh no you don’t! Last time you passed out on the couch, you trapped a nerve in your neck and were a pain in the ass to live with for over a week!” You said, closing the fridge and then rushing to intervene with Oli’s plans, turning him around towards the bedrooms.
You guided him to his room, to the bed and let him just fall on to the soft mattress, eliciting a grunt from him as he landed. You turned on the lamps on each nightstand and closed the blinds and curtains so he wouldn’t have to deal with the sunlight when he wakes up. You then decided to move him into a more comfortable position than he was in. He was currently lying face down on the bed, one arm buried under him at an awkward angle and his legs hanging of the edge, almost reaching the floor. You pulled both of his shoes off, each one resulting in another grunt from him and then decided to roll him onto his back and get him sat up on the bed.
“Oli-pop, you’re gonna have to meet me halfway here buddy! You’re pretty solid and I’m lifting dead weight here.” You huffed as you got him rolled over onto his back, freeing his trapped arm. You grabbed both his hands and pulled him up but he flopped down pulling you forward and you landed, sprawled over him on the bed. Your t-shirt ridden up to above your hips and you could feel the heat of Oli’s touch as he’s fingertips brushed over your thighs. He chuckled and his cheeky smile made your heart do backflip!
“Haha. Very funny. Get yourself sat up.” You said, getting up off of him and finally getting him sat up, with his co-operation for once.
“Is that my t-shirt?” Oli asked, as he ran his eyes up and down your body.
“It hasn’t been your t-shirt for over a year now buddy.” You said smirking.
“Oh yeah, I remember it looked better on you. Still does.” He said, again with that sincere tone that made you blush. A heavy silence fell between you both as you held eye contact, your tummy full of butterflies.
“Right. I’m gonna go make you a sandwich and get you some water so you can sober up and rehydrate.” You said, breaking eye contact.
“You’re gonna make me a sandwich? You’re so nice! I love my roommate!” Oli said, a big smile stretching over his face as he took off his jacket.
“Yep! I’m the best roommate ever!” You said as you left the room to make his food, leaving him to continue undressing for bed.
You returned to Oli’s room with sandwich and water in hand, only to find him already passed out, lying above the covers and wearing only his briefs. You placed the sandwich and water on the nightstand in case he woke up again and was hungry. You also reached for the waste paper bin and placed it by the side of the bed.
“I’m gonna leave this here in case you wanna throw up later.” You whispered to him.
You grabbed the blanket draped over the chair and placed it over him. You ran your fingers through his hair and bent down to gently kiss his temple before turning off the lamps and making your way out of the room. As you went to close the door, you were stopped in your tracks by Oli’s voice.
“I really do love you Y/N. I just don’t have the courage to tell you unless I’m drunk.” He slurred his words in his drunken sleepy state but the sincerity in his voice was undeniable.
“Well… Maybe one day you’ll find that courage and maybe then, I’ll start to believe in those words. Goodnight Oli.” You said in response.
Hi! I am posting on behalf of my dear friend Christian, who is a member of the oly queer community struggling with homelessness. They have a chance to get an RV or trailer at a good price and are looking for a safe place to park it. They have a solid job at jack in the box and can contribute, but since the RV they are buying would use up all their savings, they are asking if the first months rent could be free out of the kindness of your heart. They could absolutely pay rent second month onward and would be happy to do chores. I have known them for 3 years, they are a really good person and very trustworthy. They just need a safe space to get out off the rain since they just aged out of Rosie’s place. Please let us know if there is anything you can do. Thank you.