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thestarsarebrightertonight · 2 months

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Lucky Girl Syndrome!! / theodore nott x fem reader

playlist : lucky girl syndrome - illit

summary : y/n has always been just a lucky person , in her acedemics , looks , friends , family and even in her general day to day. however she wasnt so fortunate when it came to her love life...but maybe it wasnt luck chasing love away , but instead someone close to her?

y/n , slytherin reader , fluff , swearing , arguing , jealous theo, anrgy theo and reader

a/n - as an extremely unlucky person- this fic gave me inner peace LMAOO

thats that me espresso! (another theo fic)

you walked happily though the halls , narrowly missing a prank set up by the weasley twins as their failed trick of a water bucket soaked them and left you completely dry. how lucky!

"i swear there is something wrong with that girl like she has some kind of force feild!" george sighed in frustration , their 3rd prank of the week failing to actually get you.

"God has favourites georgie, he has favourites ," fred patted georges back as they both sulked away to dry their now drenched clothes.

of course you were olbivous to the whole thing! your stroll down the hallway continued , the sun hitting your face in just the right way as you reached the great hall , practically skipping to the slytherin table.

"hi guys!" you exclaimed excited as you sat down at just the right time to ignore the apple that had just come flying at your head.

hearing the apple crash to the ground you turned again , confused seeing the apple roll around on the ground.

"shit , sorry y/n i was aiming for harry but he dodged!" ron shouted apologetically across the room.

"dont worry r-" you started until you were interuppted by your best friend theo besides you, who held a cold glare at ron.

"do that again and it wont be an apple flying at your head weasley!" theodore shouted at him as ron awkwardly looked away.

"dont theo , it was an accident," you said putting a hand on his arm as he immediatly softened.

"youre too kind y/n you shouldve been in hufflepuff," pansy said with a sigh.

"green suits me more," you smiled at pansy as she giggled ,"besides i can be quite mean when i want to be."

"youre not wrong about that , you nearly broke my ribs with that bludger in quidditch!" draco complained , still not letting go of a quidditch incident from 2nd year.

"draco i really wish you would get over that , it was my first match i was nervous and thought you were on the other team," you sighed starting to eat your food.

draco grumbled in response until the whole table turned around to look at something behind you, in confusion you turned too and saw a ravenclaw boy in your year.

"hi y/n i was just wondering if maybe you would-" the boy , named david, started to speak until catching his eye on something besides you. waiting for him to carry on he instead shuddered with fear and backed away instantly , practically running back to the ravenclaw table.

"david!" you tried to call after him , but instead he walked faster , sitting himself down and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"the fuck? what...what did i do?" you asked your friends frantically , knowing that he intended to ask you out before he suddenly stopped.

"you didnt do anything sweet y/n ," matheo started before shifting his eyes to theodore next to you, "maybe a greater force got in the way?"

confused by his choice of words you looked back at david , a look he didnt return. in frustration you held your head in your hands and groaned , "im so unlucky!"

"i wouldnt say that," blaise scoffed as the whole friendgroup nodded , knowing luck was not your lack.

"no i mean unlucky in love! david was clearly going to ask me out but just like the gryffindor from last week he couldnt even finish his scentence and ran!" you sighed , venting your anger to your friends.

"yeah well you can do much better," theodore remarked in a cold tone , his eyes still peircing where a shaking david sat. as you watched theodore stare and david cower , everything seemed to click into place.

"theodore!" you snapped at him , making him finally turn and look at you , "yknow sometimes i think that you drive them away!"

"you think!" lorenzo scoffed as pansy smacked him on the arm , quickly shutting him up.

"i havent done anything, its not my fault he ran off , what could i have done?!" theodore argued back as the rest of your friend group watched him in disbelief , knowing he drove david , the guy from gryffindor and every guy ever, away.

you scoffed ,"oh really so you didnt death stare him? he clearly looked at you before running!"

"wow i didnt know you would get so touchy about david the ravenclaw!" he said in a mocking tone as you both seethed with anger.

"read the room theodore for fucks sake! maybe i do want to go on a date , maybe i wouldve said yes! i didnt notice at first , how every guy just bolted as soon as he looked at some mysterious thing next to me , now i realise it was you probably doing a cut throat gesture!" , you ranted at theodore as draco tried to hold in his laugh.

"maybe he had an epiphany about you or something!" theodore tried to argue back , all of you knowing he couldnt really deny anything you said , it was all true.

"what- you think its me driving them away? stay out of my love life theo its none of your fucking business!" you harshly shouted your final remark before getting up from the table and stomping out of the great hall.

"there goes that mean streak i was just talking about," draco mutters , shaking his head and continuing to eat his food.

the table sat in silence for a few second before mattheo spoke up again, "you kinda deserved that."

"fuck off!" theodore snapped as he jumped up and strode after you , and out the great hall.

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walking into your dormroom you threw your robe off of you and loosened your tie , trying to lose some of the heat from your argument.

pacing the room your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open , theodore walking in and standing in front of you , keeping a fair distance as you stared back at him.

"what do you want now theo!! do you want to control my friendships? maybe throw a glare and a threat at enzo and draco and maybe they'll stop talking to me aswell!" you shouted at him loudly now, as venom dripped from your words.

he stepped towards you quickly , as you tried to back away- he grabbed the sides of your face delicatly.

"i want you," he said , his voice just above a whisper as your heart burst into flames , the heat dispersing itself across your cheeks.

"d-.. theo dont say thing you dont- that you know you dont mean," you said avoiding his gaze , shaking your head as your voice had dropped to an insecure mumble.

"y/n i have only ever wanted you , i glare and i threaten and i hate the boys that ask you out because i want you. i need you." he said softly , pulling your face closer to his , forcing you to hold eye contact.

"theo i-" you started as he cut you off quickly.

"please if youre going to reject me just know....know that ill tell david to ask you out , ill never do anything to intercept love for you again. i promise , just please... let me down easy.." he spoke quietly , insecurity and sadness seeping though his words.

this time it was you that softly garbbed his face and lifted his eyes to meet yours , "theo...maybe i didnt realise it until now but...i have always liked you."

his sadness faded as he looked at you with shock , his silence allowing you to continue in a lighthearted way, "maybe ive glared at a few girls too , unknowingly of course!"

you both laughed at this as he looked at you like you painted the stars into the pitch black sky , "im sorry for pushing those guys away...well not really but more like im sorry that you got sad about it"

you laughed again before allowing yourself to get lost in his eyes , the green like that of a four leaf clover- rare yet so beautiful , "maybe im not so unlucky in love afterall , it was right there in front of me the whole time."

he smiled at you with adoration before pulling you into a sweet , loving kiss. fortune was on your side today , as it brought you your luckiest pull yet , theodore nott.

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kennahjune · 4 months

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Jealous?

Thanks so much to the amazing @rogueddie for letting me write this!!!! Hope it lives to standards :)

Eddie had a problem.

A Steve Harrington sized problem.

Said problem was standing behind the counter at Family Video while the woman in front of him blatantly flirted with him.

It wasn’t the woman Eddie was worried about— she had at least five years of age on Steve, so maybe there was cause for concern— but Steve wasn’t paying her the time of day.

Instead, he was glancing over the woman’s shoulder at Eddie, who lurked in the aisles, and kept making faces and blabbling his mouth mockingly whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

Eddie was desperately holding back snickers and snorts. He couldn’t help but let a giggle escape when Steve moved his hand in a “blabbing” motion when she said something about her ex-husband (HUSBAND) again. The woman whipped around and glared at Eddie. Eddie gave her a finger waggle wave he realized belatedly was the same one Steve does.

Steve himself was almost beet red in the face with his effort to hold in his laugh. Eddie was amazed at how long he’d lasted.

The moment the door closed behind her Steve put his face in his arms on the counter and full on cackled. Eddie was quick to join.

They were still laughing when Robin came back from the bathroom.

“Is she gone?” she asked, looking oddly between the two of them.

Steve nodded, not having enough breath to get words out. Robin sighed a dramatic breath of relief.

“Oh thank God. Cause she looked one second away from bringing up some stupid shit like her failed marriage—“

That sent Steve and Eddie into another spiral of laughs.

“There’s no way she actually did.” Robin deadpanned.

Eddie nodded vigorously. “She fucking did!”

“Four times! As if bringing up how she was newly-single would make me want her. Did she look in a mirror before leaving? She’s closer to my dads age.”

Eddie snorted, trying to get his laughter under control enough to say “Even man-whore Richard Harrington wouldn’t go within a 20 foot radius of her.”

Steve didn’t waste a second before racking on: “Doesn’t need to get too close with how far back that hairline stretches.”

Robin and Eddie laughed themselves to tears.

And that was how it went.

A woman would come into the video store, shoot their shot with Steve, and Steve would laugh about it with Robin and Eddie later.

And it was fun. Eddie found it fun. Cause he knew Steve would always shoot the girls down, however nice or rudely he has to be about it.

Until—

Until.

It was a Friday, and as per usual on Fridays, Eddie was at Steve’s. Of course, it wasn’t just him— Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle were there as well.

They’d been hanging out whenever they all could before Nancy and Jonathan went to college and Argyle back to Cali. Hence the Friday night hang outs.

Tonight was no different, except for one thing.

“So explain to me once again why we have to drive all the way out to Indy for this?” Jonathan complained.

Nancy sighed and leant into him. “Cause there aren’t any good bars in Hawkins. And everywhere in Hawkins knows that almost none of us are of legal age.”

Jonathan grumbled but conceded, Wheeler had a point.

“Besides,” added Robin. “It’d be nice to finally get the hell out and see some new people.”

“Amen.” Agreed Eddie and Argyle at the same time. They both chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’d like to go soon before my social battery drains itself dead.” Remarked Jonathan, throwing an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“We’d have left already if SOMEBODY DIDN’T HAVE TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR PRIMPING HIMSELF!” Yelled Robin towards the stairs.

Steve had been MIA since Eddie got there at least 20 minutes ago. According to Robin he was still getting ready.

“PUT A LID ON IT BIRD-FOR-BRAINS, IM COMING!” Was the reply she got from the top of the stairs, where Steve was now coming from.

Nancy and Argyle snorted at the insult, but Eddie’s mind was rather taken up by the cut-off jean shorts Steve wore that showed more of his thighs than Eddie thought necessary for anyone’s functioning brain. He was also wearing what looked like the softest sweater he owned; a dark purple one that seriously brought out the green in his eyes.

Nancy whistled, Robin clapped. Argyle grinned at Steve and said

“Hey man! That’s the sweater I got you!”

Steve grinned right back and nodded. “Uh huh! Dude it’s like— SO fucking comfy you don’t even understand.”

The sweater was a little big on Steve, hanging over his thumbs a bit in the sleeves and landing just below the waistline of his shorts. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on the many moles on his thighs that were on display, the fact that Argyle had gotten Steve a sweater may have rubbed him the wrong way.

As it stood, Steve looked good.

He looked stunning, actually, in his glasses and his hair slightly ruffled in a delicate manner and his eyes wide and bright and—

“Eddie!”

He blinked and Steve was standing in front of him, no one else in the room.

“Huh?”

Steve grinned giddily and laughed at him. “C’mon dude, you’re my ride up, remember?”

Oh yeah. They’d split everyone between his and Argyles vans.

“Isn’t Buckley with us?” Eddie asked as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

“Yeah, but I think she’s sticking with Jon and them on the way up.”

Eddie nodded and averted his gaze once more. There was a reason he’d skipped gym and avoided the mall.

That reason was glaring at him with all of its dotted moles and freckles and faint scars.

Jesus Christ he needed a cigarette.

The ride up was uneventful, peaceful even. Eddie let Steve have control over the radio, something Steve thought was normal but was downright foreign to anyone else. Eddie usually fought tooth and nail for control over the music but the sight of Steve singing and drumming his legs (holy shit his thighs jiggled—) and jamming out with a bright smile to whatever Tears for Fears or ABBA song he put on was worth it.

He followed behind Argyle and reluctantly sang under his breath with Steve to Head Over Heels.

The club they ended up going to was a little deeper into the city than they’d initially thought, and was slightly crowded when they got in.

Eddie was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and booze but not in an entirely bad way. In a way that told him that people here had fun.

It was bright and loud and the air tasted like fries (though Eddie might just be hungry). They took an empty table booth in a corner in the back.

After dropping their jackets off and everyone picking a seat, Steve got up to get everyone drinks.

“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked worriedly. It was Steve’s first time in Indy in a while and his first time out of Hawkins since the fall of Vecna. Sue Eddie for being cautious.

But Steve smiled sweetly at him and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, Eds. Be right back.” He knocked his knuckles on Eddie’s head affectionately and walked off. Eddie may have spent a second ogling before snapping his gaze to the table.

“So?”

Eddie looked at Nancy with a raised eyebrow. She raised one right back.

“Soooo…?”

She sighed. “Oh you’re hopeless.”

Jonathan snickered.

“Wha—“

“Are you gonna make a move tonight?” Argyle elaborated.

Eddie shot up real fast. “Make a move? On who, Steve?”

“Yea, on Steve, doofus!” Robin reprimanded.

“There’s no board to make a move on.” Eddie pushed stubbornly. Because it was true. There was nothing there.

Robin groaned and dropped her head to the table.

“Dude, relax your knee. It’s shaking the whole table.” Jonathan tapped Eddie’s leg under the booth.

“Sorry, sorry. He’s been gone a while, right?” Eddie craned his head to look around the bodies of people dancing.

Robin huffed. “Yeah, kinda. But there are six of us, maybe he’s having trouble carrying all the drinks.”

Nancy suddenly kicked his leg under the table, a lot harder than her boyfriend had earlier. Eddie winced.

“Go help him.” Nancy all but demanded.

Eddie was up and away in a second, happy to have an excuse. He faintly heard Nancy and Robin high five behind him.

He weaved through the dancing crowd, bodies jostling him and pushing him forward until he got to the bar and finally spotted Steve and—

And?

Something bubbled low in Eddie’s gut at the man standing in front of Steve. He was taller than both Steve and Eddie, well-built and had a bit of a beard going. He was leaning on the bar next to Steve, sort of caging him in. The scene made Eddie mad for reasons he didn’t give himself time to think about before he inserting himself.

“Steve!”

Both Steve and the asshole’s heads turned to Eddie. Steve’s eyes lit up in recognition and relief while the man’s narrowed in anger at being interrupted.

“You know him, doll?”

Eddie wanted to make the man spit his own teeth out. Nobody else got to call Steve pet names. Just Eddie. It was an Eddie Thing, not an Everybody Thing. Fuck this guy.

“Yeah—“ Steve started.

“Yeah, he does. And yet I don’t think he knows you.”

Eddie stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, glaring daggers at the douche.

The man scoffed and huffed, walking away and muttering under his breath. Eddie scowled until he could see the guy and his stupid beard. He finally turned to Steve.

Who was absolutely red in the face.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asked worriedly. “He wasn’t bothering you right? He seemed like a dick, looked like one even before I got up close.”

Steve stared at Eddie wide-eyed with his pretty lips parted. He blinked and spluttered a response.

“U—um, yeah! Yeah, no, I’m— I’m good. I’m alright. I’m great! Yep, great! Uh—“

“Are you sure?” Eddie was concerned, never having heard Steve stumble over a simple sentence so much.

Steve nodded vigorously before turning to the bar snappily. Eddie could still see the red painting his ears.

“Yep! Perfect! Could you help with the drinks? I don’t think I can carry them all, thanks!” And he was off back to the table.

Eddie stared after him for a moment before slowly grabbing the other three drinks and following back through the sea of bodies.

Steve was sat by the time Eddie got back to the booth, whispering heatedly with Robin, Eddie only managing to hear Steve hiss to her “that wouldn’t work!” before noticing his presence and shutting up all together.

Eddie raised an eyebrow but let it slide while he gave Nancy and Jon their drinks. He slid into the booth next to Steve who sat between him and Robin and across from Jonathan.

For the next 10 minutes, they all talked. They talked and laughed and joked and drank. But Steve seemed more in his head than usual.

Eddie was just working up the courage to ask him what was wrong when a guy came up to their table, eyeing Steve. Eddie immediately tensed.

“Hi.”

All six heads turned to the dude who just showed up. But that didn’t deter him much.

“I was just wondering if pretty boy here wanted to dance?” He smirked at Steve, who Eddie felt tense up beside him.

“Um—“ Steve’s voice was kind of shaky, barely. But it was enough (mixed with the anger already brewing in his gut at the NERVE of this guy) for Eddie to finally step in.

“He’s alright.”

Six heads suddenly turned on him.

“Excuse me?” The asshole asked.

“You’re excused.” Eddie waved his hand in a shooing motion.

“Well I hadn’t exactly—“

“And I hadn’t exactly /asked/, now have I? Goodbye.” Eddie didn’t even bother offering a smile to hide the aggression in his tone. His message was clear: Get Lost.

The douche walked away grumbling and conversation soon resumed at the table.

“What was that!?” Jonathan asked incredulously.

Nancy and Argyle were both openly staring at Eddie in bewilderment.

Eddie shifted, but was more focused on the fact that Steve seemed to relax again.

“The dude was being an asshole. Just told him to get lost, not a big deal.”

“He was just asking Steve to dance? I don’t see the problem there.” Robin cut in.

It gave Eddie pause for thinking. She was right; there really was no problem there, so why had he been so upset about the dude asking Steve to dance. God just the thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“It’s fine, Rob. I was just gonna tell him no anyway.”

Eddie looked at Steve then, who was a whole new shade of red.

“Are you alright? You’re all red again.” Eddie worried. Jonathan snorted into his drink and then winced when Steve kicked him under the table. Steve looked at Eddie.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed in the tight space I think. You wanna— uh— you wanna go dance?”

Eddie didn’t waste a second with his answer. “Sure.”

Eddie watched Steve and Robin have a silent conversation with their eyes and expressions before Robin grinned in victory and waved at them eagerly.

“Buh-bye! Have fun!” She sing-songed. Steve shot her a glare.

Eddie led Steve to the dance floor somewhere towards the edge of the crowd where there was less people. They really just stood there talking and sipping on their drinks while everyone around them danced.

“Hey, uh— thanks for telling him to back off. I’ve, I’ve never actually… been flirted with? By a guy, I mean— this is like— a brand new thing. But he and the other dude seemed just really creepy so— uh, thanks.” Steve stumbled through.

Eddie stared at his wide, earnest eyes and wondered how no guy had ever flirted with Steve before tonight. Even if the idea of it ever happening made him want to hurt somebody.

(Even though Eddie knows that guys have flirted with Steve before. Knows that he didn’t just make up those looks Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove gave him.)

So Eddie smiled and shook his head. “You’re all good, sweetheart. Just don’t want you running into the wrong guys.”

That pretty blush was back again, making Steve look even more breathtaking under the florescent lights and making his smile twice as bright.

Then they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, babyboy.” Came an obnoxious call from behind Eddie. The guy was, again, taller that Steve, but this time he was barely taller than Eddie (a/n lemme live in slightly shorter Steve fantasy ok—). Eddie immediately hated him and his entire existence. Who just called people that? Babyboy? Was he serious or delusional?

Eddie watched Steve’s shoulders tense awkwardly while the guy spoke. His anger only grew and grew.

“Alright that’s enough dude, he’s not interested.”

The guy didn’t say anything to Eddie but kept talking to Steve which only served to irk Eddie further.

“I said he’s not interested ass face.” Eddie grabbed the guy’s shoulder. He finally looked at Eddie, seeming bored.

“He hasn’t said anything? Why not let the babydoll decide, huh?” He smirked at Steve. Eddie wanted to puke and scream at the same time. He felt like he was chewing on nails listening to this guy. Babydoll? First babyboy and now BABYDOLL??? Who the fuck was this dude? And more importantly would the possible assault charges be worth it?

“Um— yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not really interested in looking for anybody tonight.” Steve confirmed.

“Oh c’mon, doll face, don’t be like that.”

Oh the assault charges would so be worth it.

“He just said he wasn’t interested so fuck off.” Eddie shoved his shoulder. The dude finally turned to look at Eddie, leveling him with a glare that Eddie happily returned tenfold. If looks could kill the guy would have been fucking obliterated on sight.

“If he wasn’t interested then why’s he dressed like that, huh?”

Jail was looking mighty fine to Eddie.

“I’m right fucking here, asshat.” Steve spoke up. “And Im dressed like this because I look good and I know it. Not for fucks like you who have to beg for scraps to get by. I said I wasn’t interested and you’re just causing more of a headache if anything.”

Eddie grinned at Steve. It was so hot when he got all bitchy.

The asshole scoffed. “Oh so baby’s got a mouth on him.”

Eddie finally snapped, those assault charges no where in mind when he punched the guy in the face.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled, absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden violence.

The guy left after that with a threat of harassment charges. Steve took Eddie outside to the alleyway on the side of the club to get away from the crowd and to better examine his freshly bruised knuckles.

“You didn’t have to punch him.”

“He fucking had it coming.” Eddie spat through clenched teeth. He was still seething. And Steve was prodding at the bruises but that was neither here nor there.

Steve looked at Eddie, still holding his bruised hand. His eyes were wide as always and his cheeks flushed once more. His eyes seemed to search Eddie for something.

“Was it cause he was an ass?”

Eddie scoffed. “Of course! He was an ass and made you uncomfortable and—“

And I wanted to be the one to call you baby.

“And?” Steve prompted.

“And… and I hated how he talked to you.”

Steve looked down at Eddie hand, the blush rising to ears again. Eddie hooked a finger under Steve’s chin with the hand that wasn’t bruised and being held.

“Hey, you alright? You’re getting all quiet again.”

Steve’s eyes flitted back and forth between Eddie’s own before he sighed.

“Eddie.. I can’t— I don’t understand.”

Eddie pouted, confused. “Don’t understand what? There’s not much to it, honey.”

Steve cheeks pinkened again with the endearment. “Not— not that. I get that he was a dick— a massive dick attitude to make up for what he was surely lacking—“

That startled a laugh out of Eddie.

“—but I guess I don’t understand the other times? You were never like this before when anyone else flirted, so what changed tonight?”

And wasn’t that a thought.

What changed?

Well for starters, he wanted to kiss Steve. He wanted to kiss Steve senseless, shove him up against a wall and stick his tongue down his throat until he was breathless an begging for it.

So that’s changed.

But he also wanted to hug Steve and hold him right and call him things like Sweetheart and Honey and Love and Baby (which he already does anyway for the most part). He wanted to take Steve places and show him things. Wanted to give Steve every pretty rock he found and show him every cool leaf he saw.

What changed was that he wanted Steve in every which way Steve would let him have him.

But of course, Eddie didn’t express these aloud.

“Eddie…” Steve stared wide-eyed with his mouth opened in shock, his face a violent shade of red.

Or maybe he did express them aloud.

He’d drank more than he thought.

And then Steve was kissing him. Steve was pulling him in by the hand he was holding and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Eddie would never forget, not matter how much he’d drank that night.

They let go of each others hands, Eddie immediately grabbing Steve’s waist and Steve tangling his hands in Eddie hair.

By the time they’d pulled away to breathe Eddie bad fulfilled his wish of shoving Steve against a wall and sticking his tongue down his throat.

“So you were jealous?” Steve teased, playing with Eddie hair where his arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Eddie grumbled under his breath and kissed Steve to shut him up. Steve hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Kissing me into going to make me drop it, Munson. You were totally jealous of those guys in there.”

Eddie huffed and stooped lower to kiss at Steve neck, gaining an immediate reaction with Steve’s stuttered breath and sudden silence. Eddie chuckled.

“Oh? I thought kissing you wasn’t going to make you drop it.”

Steve hit his shoulder weakly. “Shut it, asshole— mm!” Eddie bit down lightly on the side of his neck.

Then the door to the alley was opening and Robin was telling them to get their horny asses home before thy got arrested for public indecency.

So they agreed to pick up at home. And the whole ride there was filled with relentless teasing about Eddie’s apparent jealousy towards any guy who so much as looked at Steve oddly.

It’s rushed I know but it’s like 2am on a school night 😭 and I’m not upset with the results. Could it be better? Yeah. Could it be worse? Absolutely. It’s not my finest work but oh well 🤷

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diejager · 4 months

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Big bro ghost and little sister reader

Cw: wounds, injury, scolding, fighting, tell me if I missed any.

“Fucking hell, Ghost!” You hissed, eyes narrowed and voice muffled from your balaclava, a matching skull printed on the face of it to match Simon’s, “I told you to wrap your hands.”

He grumbled lowly, brows pinched from the burn of a warm towel scrapping across his knuckles, breath punched out of his nose and grunting when you dabbed the still-bleeding wound. You didn’t know what made his throw away his carefulness in sparring or training, you couldn’t get a word out of your brother’s thick skull until he spit it out himself. You’ll get Soap and Gaz’s side of the story if you see them, threatened it out of them if you had to because Ghost made them swear not to.

Throwing the wet towel, the fibres stained red, you wrapped his hands with crispy, white bandages, carefully layering strip over strip that would hold strongly on the broken skin.

Finishing the first hand with a kiss, you moved to the second one, sighing when you saw that his dominant hand was bleeding more than his left one, the bruised skin rising to his hand with blood dripping down each finger. You took more care of this hand, wiping away the fresh and dried, crusted blood before you washed the hand.

“Hey, Doc,” Soap peaked through the door, stepping in only after you waved at him.

“Need any help?” Gaz followed closely behind Soap, tipping his cap at you with a gentle smile on his face, much unlike his friend’s bright and wild smirk.

You shook your head, motioning to the bed unoccupied bed behind you while you wrapped up his hand and fingers, tape holding the strips together. You flipped it back and forth, looking for anything in case you missed one, then stared at his face, knowing he’d gotten hit once or twice. Ghost stared back at you, his dark eyes meeting your unblinking ones, a contest to see who would back down first. You were strong-headed and stubborn, and Ghost was as stubborn and hard-headed as you were, but you were the medical specialist and his sister. He growled out his dissatisfaction, but he eventually pulled his mask off, blonde hair matted and dried and the black paint greasy around his eyes.

You rubbed his knee in encouragement, a soothing and familiar motion that grounded Simon whenever you asked him to take his mask off. You gazed at his face, taking in his bloodied and broken lip, his cheek purple and his droopy eyes, and you couldn’t help the tired sigh, hand cradling his untouched cheek.

“Did you give ‘im hell, Si?” You asked, ignoring the hushed mumbles from the men behind you.

“ ‘Course I did,” he huffed, eyes closing and leaning into your palm with a soft rumble from his chest.

“Good to hear,” you smiled a proud grin, cleaning up the blood on his chin and searching for an ice pack for his growing bruise.

“Aye, gave it to him!” Soap cackled, slapping his knee with all the excitement.

Soap probably riled Simon up, encouraging him to fight back from the safety of the bench. Gaz, usually the more restrained one of the two, said nothing but hit the Scot’s shoulder, sending him a cheeky remark about his obnoxiousness and timing.

“No second time, yeah?” You made Simon swear on it, you’d hold him on his word until you’d think of something to get back at him for stressing you out.

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icycoldninja · 3 months

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I’m sorry I just love this idea so hear my out: DMC 3 Dante X fem gf reader where they have like a really cute and fluffy late night call (basically phone pillow talk) cause y/n’s parents forbid her from dating Dante

Alright, here it is, extra fluffy! Enjoy! 💜

Secret chat (DMC3! Dante x Fem!Reader)

Giggling softly, you crept towards your bedroom door and quietly slipped out of it, padding down the hall to your parents' darkened bedroom. You pressed your ear to the door and listened intently for any sounds of movement or talking, but were thankfully only able to hear soft snores. Glad that they were finally asleep, you returned to your bedroom just as silently as you'd exited it and shut the door carefully before snatching your phone from your nighstand, leaping into your bed and sliding under the covers, a wide smile on your face.

Your fingers practically trembling with excitement, you dialed your boyfriend's number and (im)patiently waited for him to pick up. After two rings, you heard a click, followed by his voice.

"Hey, babe, miss me?" A massive grin erupted on your face as you eagerly responded,

"I sure as hell was. How are you?"

"Good, pretty good...been missing you a lot though. Folks still being hard-asses?" You nodded, sighing softly.

"Yeah. They caught me texting you once and threatened to cancel my phone service if I contact you again, so now I can only call you when they're asleep."

"Damn, that sucks. Can't wait for ya to get the hell outta there and come live with me...think of all the cool shit we could do together," Dante chuckled lowly, his voice echoing through the phone. "Could cuddle all day 'n night...no need to look over our shoulders cause we're free as birds." You laughed, adjusting your position and pulling the covers further over your head.

"I'd love that, but I love my parents, even if they are bit strict. I can't just up and leave."

"Yeah, alright," Dante sighed, though there was a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Should've guessed--my girl is the sweetest and most loyal chick to've ever lived." You felt yourself blush at the compliment, and unintentionally out a small grumble-whine. "Aww, what's wrong?" Dante cooed, laughing some more. "My girl not know how to take a compliment?"

"Shut up," You retorted, jokingly, before changing the subject. "So, did you do anything interesting today?" Dante let out a long exhale before responding,

"Nah, not really. Well, I did kill this giant demon lizard with 400 eyeballs, but not much else. You?"

"I mostly just missed you all day."

"Aww, baby..."

"What? It's true! I miss you whenever you're not around."

"Ah, you're so sweet. I miss you too, y'know. I love ya."

"I love you too, Dante." At that moment, Dante yawned, prompting you to yawn as well.

"Ya tired?" He asked, yawning again. You nodded, sighing and rolling over.

"Yeah..you?"

"Very." He yawned again, then groaned; judging by the cracking of limbs your heard in the background, he was stretching. "Wanna go to bed?" You hesitated, before shaking your head and responding,

"Nope, I wanna stay up and talk to you some more."

"What? C'mon," Dante sniggered playfully, "You'd pick me over a good night's sleep? Now I know you ain't thinking straight."

"How can I?" You giggled, grinning. "I'm crazy over you."

"Ah, you're just butterin' me up," Dante chortled, "You're so sweet and I love that 'bout you. Well, to be honest, I love all of ya."

"I love you too, Dante," You answered, blushing madly. "I love you so, so-" You paused to yawn, "-much."

"You sound real tired," Dante remarked, "No wonder, it's almost 2 A.M. Go get some rest, babe, otherwise your pretty face'll have dark eye circles."

"Ok," You conceded, reluctantly. "Love you, baby."

"Love ya too, sweetcheeks. Sweet dreams. Can't wait till our next secret chat."

"Me too, Dante, me too," You agreed, puckering your lips to make a kiss sound that Dante could hear. Then, you hung up, turning your phone off and sliding it back onto your nightstand before curling up under your blankets and getting ready to drift off to sleep.

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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NOT ALL THREE EVENTS IN THE SAME UPDATE LEAH I WON'T BLOODY SURVIVE!!!

EEEPPPP IM SORRYYY! I couldn't help myself. I actually shocked myself with this one. Like damn--BUT, anyway! There’s the Masterlist if you’ve forgotten to follow along!

Warnings: Mentions of smut, domestic violence, mentions of a weapon.

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Bradley doesn't stay the night although you wished he had. He goes home to his far too empty home he wishes was as lively and as loud and homely as Jakes. He’s waiting for the all important answer he hopes is a yes–laying awake looking up at the ceiling fan that goes round and round on a medium setting.

Bradley falls asleep thinking about you, thinking about what it would be like to share his bed with you on a permanent basis. Share a home and a life and all the trials and tribulations that come with committing yourself fully to another person and their subsequent mini me.

He wants this, he wants all of this. He wants you and Odette and the chaos that comes with you. He wants the laughter and the tears and the addiction to caffeine you stubbornly reject you have. He wants to take all your worry and all your heartbreak and he wants to be a role model for Dot. he wants to be your rock, your best friend, your partner in crime and in life. He's found his person, he knows it.

“You’re really gonna make me work for this aren't ya guys?” Bradley mumbles to himself in the dead of the still night as he tucks a hand under his pillow and kinks his head to look at the photo he has on his bedside table of his parents. They’re both so in love in the photo Bradley cherishes as one of his prized positions, all he wants is that love. “Couldn't have just let me get the girl without an ensuing crisis?”

Bradley knows he's talking to himself, it's so quiet he can hear the crickets chirping outside, but he knows his parents are out there, looking down at him with smug smirks plastered on their faces because their boy is head over heels in love.

“Yeah, thanks guys, your real ones for this, honestly.” Bradley Bradshaw just wants you and everything that is you and comes with you.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Psst–” Jakes alarm hadnt even gone off yet. “Psst–Jake?” In his dream he thinks he's on a boat somewhere, being rocked about on the choppy sea. “Dickhead, wake up!” It's the slight snack to the forehead that's ever so rudely drawing him from his slumber and back to reality, his room is still hard, it can't even be five in the morning.

“What! What, who the fucks dying Y/n?” Jake grumbles as he grabs the pillow next to him, draws it under his arm and rolls over. He doesn't appreciate it when you rip the pillow out from under his head, sending his skull crashing down against the mattress with a thud. “What is your issue!” He's snapping, sitting up with a huff as the covers fall down around his waist.

“I thought I heard something outside.” Immediately, all Jake's anger from being woken up in the middle of the night, resolves as his shoulders slump and he rubs a hand down his face. Yawning when he actually sees the time, three. It’s three in the goddamn morning.

“Alright, alright–” Jakes getting up without another word, he doesn't feel like it's necessary to press you further for an explanation, he knows why you’re on edge. “But just so you know.” There's a second where Jake stands with you in the darkness of his room that he sees the girl who’d smoke weed on the fence down by the back of the yards and spend weekends sleeping on his floor on a blow up mattress. He stills sees her, only instead of a mattress on his floor you're in his spare room, with a daughter near as beautiful as you. Jake sticks his finger into your sternum, growling because it's far too early to be awake and you both know it. “Wake me up like that again and i'm using your toothbrush to clean the toilet–”

“Thanks—“ Jake was expecting some sort of comeback, some witty remark he knew you’d be good for. But when you met his threat with a meek one word, sleep laced reply? All Jake could do was bring your head closer to his by wrapping his hand around the back of your head. His lips pressing against your forehead for a few seconds. “I really do think I heard something.”

“I believe you.” Was all Jake said when he pulled away, switching on the light in the hall as you followed him out. “Come on, if anything it’s probably just the guys next door.” He was doing his best to calm your nerves. “You know how they like to dick around—come home all hours of the night before they barely make it in the front door.” Jake's bedroom and your own were upstairs, the staircase, which was only two flights if anything, seemed all the more daunting when you knew what you heard wasn't the familiar sounds of next door coming home late and messing around.

“I know.” Was all you said in response as you fumbled down the stairs behind Jake, gripping in the elastic of his shorts that hung low in his broad hips. “Just didn't sound like a sound that I usually hear.” Jake looked around the entryway, his feet solid on the hardwood floor of the first level of his house. He could feel your breathing down his neck as you stood on the first stair of the staircase. “Shhh–” You tapped Jake's shoulder. There it was. “Did you hear that?”

“Well if you'd stop talking for five seconds Fe, maybe I'd hear something.” Jake snapped, he was just tired, he wanted to help but god he wished he was in bed.

“Jake–” You heard it again, it sounded like someone was walking along the front patio. Heavy footsteps loitering in a place they weren't supposed to. Jake's ears pricked up when he heard it too, frowning as he took a few steps towards the front door, dragging you with him as you gripped his wrist, trying to stop him. “No stop, there's seriously someone out there–”

“Yeah and if there is it's three in the morning and they sho–” There wasn't much time to process what was going on before Jake was dive-bombing you into the floor. Sheltering you with his entire body as glass shattered all throughout the entryway. “Fuck!”

If you took a left at the bottom of the stairs, there was Jake's living room. If you took a right at the bottom of the stairs, you'd make your way into the dinning area and kitchen. In the entryway? Two thin windows boarded the front door. They were both frosted, but the light that would come through really opened up the space.

“Holy shit what the fuck was that?” Your eyes were as wide as sources as Jake hovered over you, protective arms on either side of you as he noticed the small cut on your cheek, probably from a piece of glass. Looking to his left, Jake saw the brick sitting in the middle of the foyer. Surrounded with broken frosted shards of glass.

“Don't move.” Was all Jake said as he moved off of you to inspect the foreign object that shouldn't have been in his house. Turning it over, Jake couldn't believe his eyes when he saw what was written on the bike in red paint. ‘Whore’ turning the brick back over, Jake did the once over as you sat up amongst the glass. “You alright?”

“I'm good.” You didn't know what else to say. “It was him wasn't it.” Jake didn't know what to say to you as he watched your gaze fall to the brick in his hand. “Who else would throw a brick through your window at three in the morning.”

“We don't know it was him alright, just–” Jake knew it was Jaidyn, but he was going to deal with it in the morning. There was nothing he could do about it at three in the morning. “Go grab Odette, sleep in my bed the rest of the night.”

“Where are you gonna sleep?” Jake Seresin would be the first person to admit he’d been a selfish man before. He’d put his needs before others on a number of occasions and he damn well knew that. His friends, especially the ones he flew with, would be the first to tell you how unreasonable egotistical Jake could be. But, when Jake saw your fingers dart up against the small cut in your cheek to wipe some of the blood that had escaped—he knew there wasn’t a length he wouldn’t go to, a corner on earth he wouldn’t walk to in order to keep you safe.

There was nothing more important to Jake Seresin than his best friend. There was nothing more important to him than his best friend’s daughter.

“I'm not gonna sleep.” It was the honest truth. Jake knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep after this. “I'm gonna clean this mess up and see if I can find something in the garage to board that window panel up.” Reaching out to help you up, Jake groaned as his knees cracked. “If you can’t sleep just watch TV, but stay upstairs.”

“I should probably help you clean up.” There was some level of shock in your voice, Jake could hear it. Your voice quivered when you dropped your head again to look at the mess around your feet.

“Y/n?” With a fingertip to your chin, Jake forced you to look up at him—in the eyes that met his was a look of fear, a look of genuine panic. You were terrified. If this was Jaidyns minor what was his end game. What lengths was he willing to go?

“Yeah?” But what Jaidyn wasn’t counting on was the lengths Jake Seresin would go to in response.

“I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you.” Jake hissed, his teeth gritted as he clenched his jar, holding back the urge to run out the front door and met Jaidyn as his own—fuck him up beyond the point of return. “Go get your daughter and sleep in my room.”

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“Rooster, I'm telling you, I'm gonna kill him.” There's a lot that goes into getting Odette Dolan ready for daycare. Jake considers himself a pro when he's out the door with a whole five minutes to spare. Jakes strapping his favorite little girl into her booster seat that's nestled in the back of the car he’s borrowing from Penny. “He threw a brick through my goddamn window!”

“It could have been worse Jake, at least the three of you are alright.” Bradley, at this very moment in time, had to be the one who kept his composure. If he riled Jake up enough he was worried he'd actually commit a crime. “How was Fe this morning?” Rooster had an early start, same as you, he'd been on base for the better half of two hours before Jake had even gotten himself out the front door. You had been gone even longer, a crisp five am start did not bode well after your three in the morning fright.

“Quiet.” Jake replied, Bradley could hear it in Jake's voice that he was holding the phone up against his ear and shoulder while strapping Odette into her booster chair. “What a low life honestly, he's lucky I didn't beat his damn door down and ring his neck.”

“Alright, easy up Al Capone we’ll deal with it.” Bradley sighed into the phone as he took a bite of the blueberry muffin he'd picked up at the little coffee cart that usually opened far too early. “Just get Dot to daycare before you have an aneurysm. I'll stop by the workshop and see how she's doing.”

“Kay, but I’m not happy man.” Jake was furious, he always knew ever since you showed up at his doorstep near dead just what Jaidyn was capable of but for some reason it seemed as though everything had been a figment of his own imagination. He’d never seen it play out before–until there was a brick in his foyer with the word whore written in red sitting amongst a sea of shattered glass. Noone got to call you a whore, no one but him that was, in the most loving way you could ever call your sister a whore. And more importantly, no one got throw a fucking brick through his window without consequence. “Odette could have been hurt, Y/n could have been hurt, I’m gonna stab him in the eye–”

“You are not bro.” Rooster laughed, saunting his way into your workshop, sending you a soft wave when he caught you at your desk, a hard boiled egg half way in your mouth. “I gotta go, kiss Dot for me.”

“Bye Tooster, love you handsome.” Jake replied teasingly before he hung up. Turning his attention to clipping Dot up. “Right, off to daycare we go.” Jake loved his drop off days. Tuesdays and Thursdays you'd start at the ass crack of dawn–leaving Jake to get your little girl to daycare. “Don't tell Mama but I put an extra babybel cheese in your snack box because I know you like those and those cucumbers just aren't gonna cut it, are they?”

“Nope.” Dot cooed, smiling back at her uncle Jake like he hung all the stars in the night sky just for her. “I dont tell.” Watching with a cheesy grin as Dot beamed up at him, Jake's heart melted. He’d lay his life down for you and your daughter any day of the week. “Mamma don't know.”

“You and your mama are gonna be the death of me kid.” Jake chuckled as he double checked the buckles that kept Dot strapped in, ruffling her hair before he shut the door. “The goddamn death of me.”

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“I'd offer to share my muffin but you seem pretty content with that egg Fe.” Bradley Bradshaw had never found you more attractive than he did when he saw you sitting at your worship desk eating a few hard boiled eggs for breakfast. He’d seen you naked, he’d held you in the most intimate of ways, but this sight right before his very eyes had topped the cake. Leaning in to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. “Morning beautiful, heard you had a pretty interesting night?”

“Oh god–” Rolling your eyes as you spoke with a mouth full of egg–you held a hand over your mouth to keep some of your dignity intact. “I didnt wanna be a bother Rooster, I would have called but–”

“No need to explain–” Braldey understood, you didn't need to explain the ins and outs of your thought process. “I'm just glad you're okay.”it was a simple comment, but it made your heart skip a beat inside your chest. Smile butterfly-like movements made your stomach growl and you weren't sure if it was because you were starving or if Bradley had made your stomach do backflips. “Just got off the phone with Hangman, he's running early for daycare drop off, for once.”

“Far out he was fuming, I swear I saw smoke coming out his ears at one point.” You teased, stifling a chuckle as you rolled your eyes and took another bite of your egg. Consuming the rest of it before wiping your hands on your overalls. “Will you be careful up there today?” Your voice was soft as you turned on your stool, allowing Braldey to stand between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his waist, drawing him close. “If Jaidyns throwing bricks through windows I'm sure he's gonna be just as manic in the sky as he is on the ground.”

“I dunno if he’ll even get a chance to get up today if Jake gets a hold of the guy.” Bradley cooed, cupping your face between his hands. It made you laugh, genuinely. Although you feared for everyone around you and your own safety, the way Jake and Bradley were handling the situation just made you all the more confident in the fact this was where you were meant to be. “So, I'm not pressing eggy–” Lingering between his statement and his question, Bradley placed a gentle kiss against your lips as he tilted your chin up. “But have you given any more thought as to if you wanna ditch your current roomie?”

“I thought I didn't even have to give you an answer?” You had already decided what you wanted to do, but that didn't mean it was the right thing to do. For once in your life though you wanted to do something you wanted to do, give into temptation. Working to slide your hands promiscuously down the small of Roosters back, trailing your nails down his ass. Watching with a wild smirk as drank in the expression Bradley gave you. One of lust and desire. “Or are you that obsessed with me you need to hear me say i'll move in with you Braldey Bradshaw.”

“I was really hoping that that was going to be your answer–” Bradley was beaming ear to ear as he leaned in to take your lips hostage, moaning into your touch as you squeezed his ass cheeks playfully. “Because already emptied a bedside table for you baby.”

“That's so hot.” Teasing, couldn't break the kiss even if you wanted to. Bradleys hands were roaming your body as your tongue danced with his. Standing between your legs he was quick to start undoing the buttons on your overalls. “Talk dirty to me more Bradshaw.”

“I'll even let you have your own rack in the shower–” Your hands made the journey from Rooster's ass to his chest, slowly undoing the buttons that kept his flight suit together. One by one you made your way down his chest–still drinking him in like he was the oxygen you needed to breathe. “If you're lucky.”

“Rooster–” The only thing that had Bradley stopping his assault on your mouth was the fact he wanted to give the little spot that sat right under your ear a little attention. Leaving marks up and down your neck as he did so, moving his hand between your legs, spreading them further apart as he stood as close to you as he possibly could. “Bradley!” It made you squeal when Bradleys hand came to rest against your core through your overalls, damn those fucking work overalls, they really were functional for all the wrong reasons right now.

“Yeah baby?” Rooster smirked against your neck as he felt all the blood rushing from his head down south, suddenly his boxer briefs had never felt so tight.

“I really wanna fuck you right now.” You whispered as you turned to kiss Braldeys earlobe, pulling it between your teeth before letting go. “But I wouldn't wanna damage government property on government grounds.” For the first time in a long time, Bradley Bradshaw felt like a teenager, looking around in a frenzy to see if anyone was around out on the tarmac or walking towards your workshop.

“There's not a soul in sight Y/n.” Bradleys cheeks were flushed red, he’d never been so needy before, your touch drove him crazy like he’d been deprived of touch his entire life. “Come on, i'll have sex with you, you wanna wanna have sex with me? There's a perfectly good couch right there–”

“As much as I'd love to have sex with you at work, Bradshaw, I finish my break in two minutes.”

“I only need one, come on–” Bradley had you up over his shoulder in three seconds, running you over towards the couch as you laughed and beamed as bright as you could. To you this was all the love you ever needed.

“Rooster! All the blood in my body is rushing to my head! Put me down!”

“Uh—am I interrupting something?” Phoenix chuckled as she made herself known. “I mean I can always come back later?” Bradley froze, still holding you over his shoulder as you slumped, letting your arms hang low. “But I kinda need Felix to check my oxygen valve.”

“Sure Tash.” You sighed, wiggling out of Bradley’s grasp as he crouched. “Rooster, put me down baby I gotta get back to work.” It was with nothing but a reluctant sigh that Bradley did as he was told.

“We can pick this up tonight back at our place can’t we?” It was a simple question that held so much promise. Bradley Bradshaw had never felt so whole before. Looking at the shock that plastered itself across your face, he knew he’d said something unintentionally. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You said Our place?” He’d said it without hesitation, that’s what had really shocked you the most. “Don’t you mean your place?”

“Well no Baby, if you’re going to be moving in of course it’s gonna be our place.” Bradley beamed, kissing your temple before to swallowed the reality he’d be walking around base with blue balls all day. “I’ll see ya later Fe.”

“Bye—“ You chuckled, softly tapping Rooster on the ass as he turned on his heels.

“I hate you and your bad timing—“ Bradley stopped to groan at Phoenix, adjusting himself as he did his Flight Suit up.

“You’ll thank me later when you aren’t served a cease and desist.”

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“Oh we’re getting big aren’t we darling girl.” As soon as Jake had Dot out of the car and settled on his hip with her purple backpack strapped around his shoulder, Jake's heart dropped when he saw Jaidyn leaning against the brickwork of the entryway of SunnySide Daycare. “Shit—“

“I tried to wait in the front office but the bitch behind the counter told me I wasn’t welcome.” Jaidyn growled as he pushed off the wall, making his way over to Jake as he held Odette a little tighter. Feeling her hand grip at the collar of his flight suit.

“What are you doing here?” With all the strength he had, Jake was civil. He couldn’t start an argument here, not in front of his nieces daycare centre even if every bone in his body was letting him to fuck this guys shit up.

“I wanted to see my daughter, you know—the one you and that Bradshaw guy keep playing pass the parcel with.” Jaidyn spat as he tried to reach for Dot, Jake just turned his hip, making sure the distance between the man who never wanted Dot in the first place and herself was of adequate proportion. “I’m still her father, Seresin.”

“Oh yeah? In whose fun house mirror?” Jake smirked as Odette held him a little tighter, she didn’t know her dad to be a good man. The world could be a scary place for such a small human being and she really didn’t know all that much being two. But what Dot did know though was that she felt in danger around Jaidyn Dolan. “She was never your daughter and never will be.”

“Yeah I always had my fucking suspicions about you.” This wasn’t the time nor the place to be having a confrontation, not wanting to entertain it any longer Jake just sighed, readjusted Odette on his hip before pushing past Jaidyn to make his way into the daycare. Only for Jaidyn to try and reef Odetter from Jake's grip, stopping him in his tracks as Jake turned with wide eyes in shock horror. “SHE'S MY DAUGHTER!”

“AND YET SHE'S TERRIFIED OF YOU! I'M THE ONE SHE TRUSTS!” Odette hated when those she loved raised their voices around her, her tears felt like acid to Jake as he heard her begin to cry and grip him tighter after she'd nearly been ripped from the safety of his arms.

“Your mother is poisoning you against me sweetheart.” Jaidyn cooed as he tried to reach out and brush Dots head. She turned her face into Jake's shoulder as she tried to bury herself into him. “Daddy misses you princess, but i'll get you back baby, daddys gonna get you back.”

“Jaidyn, I swear to Christ am not I’m not doing this with you here—“ Jake mumbled under his breath as he pushed the front door open. “Hi Melissa, can you call the cops for me?” Jake asked as he walked in, his eyes immediately meeting the woman who’d been there when you’d first enrolled Odette. An older woman who’d immediately had a soft spot for you and your little girl. “Tell them that there’s a guy in the parking lot who’s a danger to others.” Jake tried to keep his composure as he handed Dot over to one of the early educators who had been watching from the window.

“Should we call her mother?” He didn’t quite catch her name as he shook his head no. Passing over the purple bag.

“I’ve got it covered, as long as he doesn’t come in the building I wouldn’t bother her about it, she’d only worry.” Jake smiled, crouching down to eye level with Odette as she stood holding the ladies hand. Looking at Jake all kinds of confused. “Have a good day Dotty, remember, that extra babybel stays between you and me, alright?”

“Otay Jakey—“ Dot nodded, ever the good little girl she’d raised to be. Heading off with her early educators all the while Jake cracked his neck and clenched his jaw and wondered if this dickhead was really worth doing time over.

“Lieutenant Seresin the police are on their way over.” Melissa croaked out as she watched Jake storm out the front doors, pushing his palm against the glass like it wouldn't buckle under his strength.

“Bet shes not even fucking mine!” Jaidyn scoffed out as Jake approached him once again, now childless. “That fucking whore was probably fucking you on the side the entire time we were together.” it hadnt been the first time Jake had heard that accusation, but it had been a few years since the last time when his own mother had asked if the two of you had ever slept together. The answer always remained the same, no. “She always spoke so highly of you, like you were a fucking god amongst men, well guess what! I ain't letting you play daddy to my little girl!” One thing that really made Jake's blood boil to no end was the fact Jaidyn had the audacity to claim Odette as his daughter when he never wanted her in the first place.

“If only Odette were to be that lucky.” Jake was quick to retaliate the claims Jaidyn spat. “My biggest regret was introducing her to you, you fucking cunt of a thing.” It wasn't that Jake had planned on starting an all out brawl in front of Odette Dolans daycare centre, but the opportunity had presented itself to him on a silver platter. Shoving at Jaidyns chest just to watch broad shoulders man stumble back a little. “You’re lucky you're not already in a hospital somewhere breathing through a goddamn tube!”

“Careful there Jakey boy, we wouldn't want you tarnishing that golden boy aesthetic you've got going on.” It was as if a switch inside Kaidyn had flipped, the manically smirk he wore had been something Jake had never bore witness to. He, for even just a brief moment–was afraid of the lengths Jaidyn would go to in the car park of his daughter's daycare. “I should have gotten rid of you when I had the chance.” Any intention to start a war now was out the window, Jake was only planning on roughing him up a little bit.

But when Jake saw the undeniable shine of a knife slip down after being concealed in Jaidyns flight suit, Jake backed off quicker than he would have liked to admit. This was far more serious than he ever thought it was. Sure you'd told him time and time again just how unhinged he was and how if he had the chance he'd kill you, but Jake for some reason thought that was impossible now that you were here in North Island surrounded by people who loved you and who would protect you.

“Is that a threat?” Jake replied as he stepped back, tucking his sleeves up to his elbows. “Because if I didn't know any better I'd say that was a threat.” How this guy had been able to keep this level of physiopathy from the Navy Jake had no idea. The super glue Jaidyn must have used to keep his mask on tight needed more publicity. “But before you do anything stupid, Zeus, just so were ont he same page here–” Jake could see the police car rolling slowly into the car park behind where Jaidyn stood. “You will have to walk over my dead body to get anywhere near Odette, or Y/n.”

“Mate, that can easily be arranged.” Jake didn't know what was happening until it was already happening, Jaidyn was coming at him with a common grade kitchen knife. With fight of flight kicking in, Jake ducked, sending Jaidyn over his shoulder and onto the gravel. “Fuck you Seresin.”

“I'm out of your league.” Jake replied as he straddled Jaidyns waist, laying a few heavy hitters against his face, blooding his knuckles as the knife laid discarded under a nearby car. He’d lost it, he was in it now. Blinded by a rage so dark it almost felt like Jake had tunnel vision as his fist came down against Jaidyns face. He knew this was what the guy wanted, but so be it for a few seconds of guilt free revenge.

“Hey! HEY!” With arms pulling him up and off Jaidyn, Jake looked over his shoulder and saw two men in uniform. The police officers. For a moment Jake really did think they were just pulling him off Jaidyn to give him a breather, but when they didn't let up–Jake frowned.

“Woah! Woah what are you doing!” Before Jake could even register what was truly happening, or the trap he;d fallen into, He was being pressed up against the back of the police car, with his hand pulled up and around the small of his back. “He had a fucking knife! The call was about him!” The cooling sensation of metal handcuffs kissed Jake's wrists as shock flooded his system. Holy shit this wasnt fucking happening.

“Sorry Seresin, guess I'll tell the admirals you’ll be a little late this morning?” Jaidyn hissed as he spat a glob of blood onto the ground, his teeth were all bloodied which made his maniacal smile all the more gut churning as Jake looked at him with nostrils flaring and a clenched jaw over his shoulder. “I'll be sure to press charges.” With a wink, Jaidyn dusted himself off before leaving the scene, seemingly unrattled by the police officers who let him walk away with ease. This was what was wrong with the justice system.

“This is such bullshit! He came at me with a knife!” with panic lacing his voice and a ball of fear caught in his throat, jake watched as Jaidyn made his way to his car, he watched as some o the early educators came out to see what all the fuss was about, he saw the looks on their faces and his heart sank into his chest. “Don't call Y/n!” He shouted. “Don't call her!”

“Sir you have the right to remain silent, anything you said can be used against you in the court of law.” The police officer who had Jake restrained against the hood of the car reminded him with a gruff tone, clearly not amused by the Naval Aviator's actions. Jake had fucked up, he knew it. He shouldn't have played into Jaidyns game.

“Fuck–!”

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The lyrics to Hilltop Hoods “OOFT” played through your speakers as you worked on the F-14 that still sat in one of your bays. Standing underneath the fossil you teased Captain Mitchell about on a regular basis, you heard footsteps approaching from behind as you stifled a giggle thinking it was Bradley.

“Back already?” It had only been about an hour since Rooster left with his tail between his legs and a hard on that was throbbing. “I'm busy Bradshaw, cut a girl some slack.”

“Well if Bradshaws being a bother baby I can see he won't come near you ever again.” Your entire body shivered as Jaidyns' voice cut through the song lyrics. “Just say the words.” Turning around to face your ex, you held in a shaky breath, holding your ground because you were at work right, he wouldn't pull a stunt at work. “I miss you–”

“Yeah, because throwing a brick through someone's window just screens take me back, doesn't it Jaidyn.” You couldn't have rolled your eyes any harder if you tried to as you pushed past him. “Listen, I don't feel comfortable being alone with you in my workshop, so unless you need something, I'd rather you leave me to work in peace.”

“I do need something.” Jaidyn replied as he followed you back to your desk like a lost puppy. “I need you back, I need my girls.”

“That's rich.” You said it just loud enough that you could hear it, but Jaidyn only heard you mumble. “I'm not interested, and as for seeing your daughter I don’t think that's a good idea without getting a lawyer involved.”

“Let me guess, you're not interested because you've shacked up with that Rooster guy, haven't you?” You could feel the atmosphere around you shifting, Jaidyn knew he made you nervous, so standing a little too close inside your personal space gave him the advantage he needed. “And fuck a lawyer you self richious bitch, thats my daughter just as much as she is yours and if I wanna see her I have every right to.”

“I'm at work Lieutenant Dolan, this isn't the place to be doing–” Jaidyn didn't let you finish before he was slapping you across the cheek at full force. So hard it made your head go with the force of the back of his hand. In shock you squealed, bringing your hand up to cup your burning cheek as your jaw remained slack. “I tried to tell Jake that this morning, but he didn't quite get the memo.”

“What did you do to Jake!” You hissed as you turned back to face your ex, he’d begun to back you up against the nearest wall, a blood lust evanent in his dark eyes. “Jaidyn where the fuck is Jake–” When your back hit the wall and Jaidyns arms came to grip at your forearms, pressing his thumb into the pressure points in your biceps, you hissed. “Ow–Ow you're hurting me.”

“You know, I'm getting pretty sick of the way you're acting.” It wasn't a tone you were unfamiliar with, but it didn't make it any easier to listen to. “I really do miss you sweetheart, take me back.” Jaidyn was on another planet if he thought you were going to take him back after everything he’d done to you, but that was always the way, wasn't it, with narcissistic assholes like him?

“I don't wanna be with you–” You sobbed, feeling Jaidyns hot lips against your neck as he leaned in. “Get off me!”

“You know I really do feel for that Bradshaw guy.” Jaidyn sighed as he felt him sink his teeth into your neck. “He doesn't know what he got himself into with you, does he?” You couldn't hold back your tears as you silently sobbed. Jaidyns hand roaming your body, bringing flashbacks with them. You could feel yourself falling through the cracks, like discarded cigarette ash. “He doesn't know how to take care of you like I do and I really, really wouldn't want to see him get hurt–” You felt it before you saw it. The sharp point of some sort of knife pressing into your side. “So I'm gonna ask you one more time sweetheart.” Hot tears streamed down your cheeks freely and without hesitation as you tried to stop your bottom lip from quivering.

“Take me back?”

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aticklishpercivalwriter · 1 month

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Hi there!!!! I'm very glad I found your blog! If you have time, please consider writing a fic where either (you can choose) childe or wriothelsey or itto, visited your serenitea pot, and got gang tickled by your serenitea pot members! I just love your serenitea pot dynamics and it seems like they can work great as a tickle team lol P.S. please no venti because I'm still sad I lost him to tighnari huhu! And if possible no foot tickle? Other than that, Have fun! And have a nice day! Im very happy to encounter your amazing fics!

Surprise Visit - Part 0

Surprise Visit - Part 0 of 3 (This Post), Also on AO3 Taking Down an Oni - Part 1 of 3 Teasing a Childe - Part 2 of 3 Catching Wrio Off-Guard…or Not? - Part 3 of 3

Summary: Aether and his lovers get a surprise visit from Wriothesley, Childe, and Itto and decide what to do together.

A/N: Why not all three? This is part zero of this request. No tickling, but a build up for part one which will be Itto! Sneak peak for part one at the end ;) Anon, I know part zero doesn’t actually complete your request, but the other parts should satisfy you when they come out! As always everyone, enjoy!

Word Count: 784

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Aether was chilling with his lovers in the living room of their Serenitea Teapot when his doorbell rang.

“Wonder who that could be,” Aether mumbled, getting up from the large sofa.

“Don’t leave us…”

“Come back…”

“No…”

“Mph…”

“They can come back later.”

“Ngh…”

“Stay…”

Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer, Lyney, and Gaming all whined when their Aether went to get the door.

“It’s rude of me to not answer the door, loves,” Aether said softly.

They just grumbled in response.

He yawned and went to open the door. His eyes widened when they met a pair of red horns, ginger hair, and handcuffs.

"Oh! It’s you guys! Come in! Nice to see you all!" Aether greeted, motioning to Childe, Itto, and Wriothesley to come inside.

"Hey, compadre!" Itto exclaimed, ruffling his hair.

"Haha, good to see you too." Aether laughed.

"Can we spar?" Childe asked, his fighting spirit shining through his eyes.

"Later," Aether said, playfully punching his arm.

“Cozy,” Wriothesley remarked.

“Oh yeah! It’s your first time here. I should give you a tour sometime!”

They all walked into the living room to see Aether’s living room still lounging around.

“W-Why are you here!?” Both Wanderer and Lyney exclaimed, shooting up at the same time. The former pointing at Childe and the latter pointing at Wriothesley.

Before anyone could say anything, Itto was running towards Xiao with his arms open for a hug.

“Little dude!”

“I-Itto!? N-No! You’re going to cruSH ME!”

As Childe, Wanderer, Lyney, and Wriothesley bickered with one another and Xiao was being hugged to death by Itto, Venti was clutching his belly, laughing and Gaming was asking Kazuha and Heizou if Itto was the Arataki “The One and Oni” Itto that he has heard stories about. Aether just shook his head, chuckling before heading into the kitchen and grabbing food and drinks.

“It just so happens Childe, Itto, and I came at the same time because our schedules were free. Are we not allowed to come?” Wriothesley explained in his calm demeanor.

Everyone had settled down by the time he started talking and when Aether came back with the drinks and food.

“Mhm,” Aether hummed. “Everyone is free to come, but I probably should put up a sign when I’m busy with my loves.”

“Oh! Were you guys doing something naughty~? S-”

Before Itto could say anything else, Xiao jabbed him in the side.

“N-No! We weren’t doing any of that sort when you guys got here!” Aether squeaked. His ears were burning red as were his lovers.

Childe and Wriothesley were looking anywhere but them and Itto rubbed his side.

“Why did you all come then?” Venti coughed, changing the topic.

“I wanted to spar,” Childe said, making Aether and Xiao roll their eyes.

“I wanted to have some tea time with Aether. Clorinde couldn’t have tea with me today and the Fortress was getting boring.” Wriothesley spoke.

“Wait. Then who is watching over the Fortress?” Lyney asked.

“Sigewinne. She is capable. She took you down, remember?”

“You!” Heizou pulled Lyney back before he could launch at Wriothesley.

“Wrio,” Aether warned.

“All jokes,” he chuckled, sipping his tea.

“And Itto?”

“I just wanted to have some fun with my good buddy!” Itto grinned.

“Cool,” Gaming stared in awe, his eyes sparkling at Itto’s infectious carefree attitude.

After hearing their purposes for coming, Kazuha thought long and hard about what they all could do.

“Hmm,” he hummed in thought. “A fun sparring with tea?”

“You are thinking of combining tea with sparring?” Wriothesley asked, incredulously.

“I don't think it's possible with tea. I can only think of combining sparring with fun, but…a little differently,” Kazuha’s face flushed quickly as the thought crossed his mind.

“Well, what is it?” Childe asked impatiently. “I want to spar now.”

“Um, it's…not really sparring,” Kazuha spoke slowly, causing everyone to furrow their eyebrows. “It's…t-”

“T- what?”

“T-Tickling,” Kazuha finally got out.

Once Kazuha said the word, the world seemed to have stopped. All the lovers froze with their eyes widened looking at one another and making eye contact with their guests. Wriothesley continued to sip his tea, Childe had a mischievous grin on his face, and Itto’s expression morphed from thinking to realization, and a joyful glint shined in his eyes.

“That’s a good idea, Kazu-bro!” Itto said, getting up. “You are getting tickled first!”

After Itto spoke, all hell broke loose. Aether and his boys dispersed like leaves in the wind. Itto managed to pick up Kazuha and took him away. Childe ran in the direction of Aether and Wanderer. And Wriothesley? He still sat, sipping his tea calmly, but a sliver of a smirk made its way onto his face.

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Sneak Peak for Part One:

“Playing tough guy are we, huh?” Itto teased. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Kazu-bro, but I’m winning this one because I am Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto!”

With that, he drilled right into the center of Kazuha’s hollows, igniting his skin with ticklishness that went straight to his brain.

Kazuha’s eyes shot open and he let out a shriek of laughter.

“IHIHI- AHAHAHAHA! NO NO NOHOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHA! IHIHIHITOHOHOHO!” His legs finally gave out and he slumped against Itto’s chest.

“Now there's your laughter!” Itto teased. “Haha, the One and Oni strikes again! Laugh me your praises!”

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livfastdieyoung69 · 6 days

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Guys im in my mjf era!

Mjf x reader

Mjf being his usual douchebag self but reader being his soft spot yk? And someone using reader against him to get under his skin any of his old feuds would work for this so i dont mind 👀 just LOVE a protective feral man with very little regard for himself when it comes to the people he loves 🤭

HIGH FLYING BIRD

Sting had been your idol for as long as you could remember. For decades, all you ever wanted was to be like Sting. Now here you are- on the same damn roster as him. You worked with him, by his side, every damn week. Your few years in AEW had already given you so much more experience and advice than you could’ve hoped for, especially from Steve. The only downfall of working side by side with Sting was having to work with Darby who hated, much like many others, your partner.

Speaking of Darby, he bursted into catering with a scowl on his half-painted face. Sighing into your styrofoam cup of a crisp Dr.Pepper as he plopped down into the seat between you and the beloved man himself, Sting, you turned to face him.

”Yes, Darbs?” Of course, even with his bitching over your choice of a lover, he was still a friend. Sometimes. Darby scoffed and shook his head, crossing his arms and practically pouting in his seat.

”How in the hell are you with Maxwell? What do you see in him? Or is it, like, what you don’t see? Are you legally blind, Birdy?” It was your turn to scoff- at his remarks and the nickname. It’d caught on after you showed up to AEW and started doing crazy high-flying shit no one even knew was possible on day one.

“We’re not having this conversation again, Darby.”

“Yes we are. Is this a Stockholm syndrome thing? Blink twice if you need help.” Before you’re able to do anything besides point a finger in his face, you’re interrupted.

“Alright guys, let's just calm down here, please.” Steve- Sting- tries to calm the situation. Darby gives you a smug look from getting away with his remarks while you glare at him wholeheartedly.

”Talkin’ about me again, huh?” MJF leans over you, his usual asshole smirk on as his hands slide up your shoulders and lightly grasp at your sore neck, barely massaging it. Sore from saving Darby in your last tag team match with a dive through a table, actually. (And no. He didn’t say thank you. Steve did though.)

”Hey, baby.” You look up at him, glowering face replaced with a gentle smile that makes Darby cringe and grumble under his breath.

“Got somethin’ to say, dead boy?” Max asks from behind you, hands still working your neck as the atmosphere tenses even further. Steve tries to calm everyone again, but it doesn’t seem to be working as Darby stands from his chair, coming basically toe to toe with Max.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. You’re the worst damn decision they’ve ever made in the almost decade I’ve known them. I don’t even want to know how you’re manipulating them into this, but I’m sick and tired of it.” Darby’s voice keeps growing, filling the silence of the now quiet catering room, everyone watching their argument. Steve stands up, placing a hand on Darbs shoulder to try and pry him back. You might’ve gotten up to stop Max, but honestly, you just didn’t feel like dealing with this anymore. “All you’re going to do is leave them behind when you get whatever you want from them, and we’ll have to pick the pieces back up.”

Once again, Steve's attempt doesn’t work, and Max steps back into Darbys space, now quite literally toe to toe, chest to chest.

“I swear to God, the next time you suggest I would ever even imagine hurting them in anyway whatsoever, I will rip your fucking head off and let Wardlow play with it.” With a sigh, you get up from your chair and try to put a little distance from the two by pushing at Max’s chest but he won’t budge, he won’t even look at you. “Only reason I haven’t done it already is ‘cause of how much they like your little daddy over there. See how that works? If I hurt you, it’d hurt my Bird and I’d rather die than dream that into existence so I try my hardest not to think about hurting you. Let's keep it that way, capisce?”

Before Darby is able to reply, Max finally gives into your pushing and turns to leave catering, you in tow.

“Max,” You softly call for him, trying to keep up. “Max, baby,” You stumble to grab his hand and he finally comes to a stop. “Do you really have to keep threatening my friends? It’s really no wonder they don’t like you.” You teased him with a small smile, grabbing his hands in yours.

“Uh, Kris likes me, thank you very much, toots.”

”That doesn’t count, Kris just gets everything. Everyone else is dumb.” You lean back and forth on the ball of your heels, his hands keeping you stable before he gets sick of it and pulls you forward into his chest. “It’d be really nice if you could just be good for a little bit, please. Just a couple days is all I’m asking for here.”

He rolls his eyes, and gives a huge, fake groan up to the ceiling. He knew it’d make you laugh, he always knew what would. You pull your hands from his grasp and bring them up to his face, bringing him to look back at you.

“Be a good boy for me, hm?” You whispered, thumbs rubbing gently across his face. Judging from the blush covering his cheeks, it seems like you’d finally found a way to tame him.

Mwah ha ha ha this isn’t really what you asked for but kinda sorta they were rivals at one point so ???

The one funky word is the word that basically means do you understand (usually pronounced like capeesh) but I’m Italian and couldn’t bare to spell it wrong anyways he def says that and he also would def call you toots idc it’s canon in my heart

Also have no clue where the whole bird thing came from but it came and the title is the Jefferson Airplane song

Anyways kinda really like this one its cute

#liv writes;*!#mjf x reader #MJF x gn!reader #maxwell jacob friedman x reader #aew x reader #gn!reader

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hunters-lvr · 1 year

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are you serious? pt 2

hunter x masc!reader

continuing back to the boys, hunter pulls out the trashy folder as he basically wants to sob.

masterlist!

"i'm dead serious."

"what is wrong with you." hunter deadpanned, as he went through the folder.

"my bad, i got a little too sad last month." the other male spoke watching as hunter went through all his crumpled papers.

"okay, well, half of these you cant turn in anymore," hunter pulled out most of the papers.

"let's goo."

"let's start on your geometry stuff."

"dude, that's alot." he watched as the nerd pulled out a notebook full of notes.

"no it's not, you're just lazy." hunter shot a snarky remark at him, "okay let's start with the triangles. you know pythagorean theory?"

"no."

"okay so basically, you need to have 180 in degrees for angles.."

hunter then went on a ramble for 20 minutes about angles and squared shit equals the length. by the time he looked back up at you, your head was resting on your hand as you struggled to stay awake.

"look, let's get through some assignments and i'll get you a coffee, okay?" the tutor tried to make a deal with the lazy boy.

"oh damn, you asking me out on a date?"

"what!! no i just, im trying to get you to work with me here." hunter's face bloomed pink, like.. a date? with you? nah.

"boo, what a shame. you're quite gorgeous after all." he tried to flatter his way out of the work, watching hunter's reaction was just a bonus.

he shrugged off the comment and went back to work still talking.

"whatever, i'll just do it for you, okay? then we can leave."

"deal."

"hunter, bro."

"yes (f/n)?"

"you're so smart."

moments later you were there, drooling on the table passed out as hunter grumbled to himself.

by the time hunter had finished a good amount of work it was around 6 pm. he contemplates leaving (f/n) there but it's unfair to the librarian..and the table.

"wake up," hunter flicked at your forehead as you sat up quickly,

"where we goin?"

"i promised you a drink, unless you don't want it."

"no i do, let's go buster." (f/n) stood up and grabbed his shit and put it all in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as hunter did the same.

"you wanna hold hands bbg?"

you and hunter were around the same height, depending on shoes of course.

hunter looked down at you slightly, "what is wrong with you." you stuck out your hand to him, which he pushed away.

"no, i don't know what's been on your grubby hands."

(f/n) fake frowned, "boo." following hunter as he dragged him to the coffee place, (act like how in barnes n noble they have a starbucks).

"okay, what do you want?"

"i want um, shit, a carmel thingy and 4 shots of espresso."

the cashier stared at the boy cautiously and shook his head inputting the order, "and for you sir?"

"just a large water." he ordered, as the cashier rang him up.

"titan you're expensive,"

"titan?"

hunter blank stared realizing the other boy wasn't from the boiling isles, "yeah, don't worry about it." he shrugged grabbing the drinks from the counter and passing you yours.

"awh, you're so sweet."

"be quiet, camila has been giving us allowances."

"camila? like luz's mom?"

"yea..?"

"YOU KNOW LUZ!!"

hunter took a small sip from his water and nodded his head, "i live with her, and actually we should go to the front of the school."

(f/n) were harassing him the whole walk back to the front of the school. "omg luz is so fun, i didn't know yall were siblings, then again i haven't really been in school. that's why i haven't seen her much.." he continued on his own ramble as they reached the front, camila sitting in the front seat and luz in the passenger.

"IS THAT (F/N)!?" luz practically shouted getting out of the car, "where you been?"

"uhhhhh skipping?" he shrugged.

she looked at hunter, then back at (f/n), then back at hunter. "are you guys friends now?!"

"yes!"

"no."

"yes we are he doesn't want to admit it, he took me on a date?"

"A DATE?" luz exclaimed, going and smothering hunter in a hug.

"GET OFF," he complained, "it wasn't a date it was a deal."

"no it was 100% a date."

"whatever, luz let go now,"

"NO, ICANTBELIEVEYOUHAVEABOYFRIENDIALWAYSKNEWYIUCOUKDDOITIMSOPROUD."

"okay okay luz, i was joking, chill, we just met, however he is quite pretty." (f/n) admitted out loud as hunter rolled his eyes once again and got into the back seat.

"oh mijo, do you need a ride?"

"i'm okay mrs,noceda," you gotta be polite to her after all.

"please i insist."

he just couldn't say no to such a sweet lady, as luz got into the car and you got in and sat next to hunter, he glanced at him.

after a couple of minutes, she reached the intruding boy's house, he unbuckled saying bye to her and luz, and raising his hand to dap up hunter.

he sat there blankly staring at the other boys hand, "bro dap me up?"

he stuck out his hand to which (f/n) grabbed it and dapped him up.

"okay, see ya." he did a peace sign closing the door and dragging himself to his front door.

camera pan back to the car.

"so..you and (f/n) huh.." luz teased watching as hunter's resting bitch face went from normal to fuming.

"shut up."

#golden guard x reader #toh x reader #hunter toh #toh for the future #toh luz #toh #ilovehunter

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dinsdjrn · 1 year

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🎁🤩 <3

bec! tysm for askin!!

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

i have always been a mega star wars fan! i was lurking no-droids for honestly over a year for Rough Day updates and then decided to jump the gun back onto tumblr after i found the spark in fandom again during mando s3/tlou/bad batch all airing so i deleted and restarted my blog 🥺

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

below the cut is a lil excerpt from the bodyguard!Joel AU x singer!f!reader im playing around with titled "everything i wanted"

not entirely planned out or edited so its kinda shit 😅

“Do you have any concern for your own safety?” He scoffed toward you.

“It was an empty threat, Miller. Look I can appreciate everyones concern for my safety, but this is hardly the worst thing anyones said to me.” Your annoyance was no longer easily masked.

He inhaled sharply at your remark as if it surprised him.

“Yeah, but most of the time the shitty things people say aren’t in a blank envelope on your doorstep.”

You just sighed in return. The dark and broody man crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. Somehow it made him look exceptionally powerful. The muscles in his arms moved and shifted showing how well defined they were, he had a few tattoos that peaked out from below his t-shirt sleeve. You had realized your were staring and quickly turned to look down at your notebook, Joel still in your peripheral.

“So is there any reason you took this job, Joel Miller?” You asked as you reached for your guitar. You had a soft tune stuck in your head since your meeting with the security team earlier that day that you had to put to chords.

“I don’t think knowing about my personal life is keeping you any safer,” he grumbled.

“Maybe not safer, but more comfortable with my situation perhaps.” You continued to hum the same tune over again. Scribbling lyrics into your notebook.

Not what I meant when I said that, I wanted to be seen

ask game

#ty for askin!!#meg answers #ask game #joelsversion

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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"I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly"

Rafael is so done with Max's shit and I honestly can't blame him but it's just so fun😂

“I would if you just taught me how to do it!” Max grumbled.

“You want me to teach you how to knock?” bapak smirked.

And they wonder where Max's witty remarks came from....

“I am,” Mallory replied and looked down again without an ounce of fear. “I’m just not afraid of death.”

Max grinned widely. “That’s very cool.”

No bitch it is unhinged af and crazy behavior!! Get away while you still can!!!

She knew about Albert. And what the asshole had done to David.

Max had told her about it when they had become friends.

Fuck... You know? I was under the impression that lbaf was going to be more of the Lightwood-Banes trying to stop the Devlins, but I never thought they would BEFRIEND them😭 this is going to make fighting them WAAY harder bc now they know more about them!!!

“My turn,” he chuckled. “What’s the worst way to die?”

“Getting squished to death,” Mallory said without missing a beat.

Me, taking notes: huh... Interesting indeed🙂

His name means beloved, bro. What other evidence do you want?!?!

What is David doing?? Where did he go??? And why did he lie to Max about it??! I need answers like, yesterday 😭😭

Gigi and Camilla>>>>>

“I said it’s kinda forbidden,” And we love you for that honey 💙💙

I don't trust Marcus AT ALL.

The hand moved lower, and Selena giggled. “Stop. It tickles.”

Suddenly the touch was gone.

She turned around in bed and frowned. “Why did you stop?”

“Because you asked me to,” Gabriel smiled, rolling a strand of her hair with their finger. “You look breathtaking in the morning, Selena.”

HOLY FUCK I AM LOVE GABRIEL SO MUCH😭 BECAUSE YOU ASKED ME TO!?!?🥺🥺

“You getting turned on by my reflexes, Sirenita?” idk about her but I definitely am....

I am a Gabrielina Stan first, and a human being second 😎

I am so worried about Selena😭 you are not ungrateful for it, love!!!

I can't figure which things here are foreshadowing and which ones are literally plot and angst😂

Why would anyone want to attack Chouchou at all?” Selena wondered out loud. “Beats me,” Honestly? Same...

Love me some David giving advice💙 but also HELL YEAH LEXI, YOU ARE THE FUCKING BOAT GIRL!!

“Yes, they do,” Max snickered. “Babe, what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Your abs,” David replied.

I almost screamed 😂😂

“Maybe that’s my favorite thing about you. There is so much of you to like, Selena. I like that very much.” ok, please stop or I'm going to fall more in love with you!!!

“The Inquisitor wants the New York institute investigated.” ...fuck😭

FUCK OFF MAL!! HE IS NOT IM LOVE WITH YOU!!! GOD, I NEED A DRINK EVERY TIME I READ MALLORY'S POV

He cared about her so much. He wanted to protect her. He loved her. NO BITCH IT'S JUST HOW HE IS😭

Laughter broke through her lips.

She laughed as she fell.

She didn’t close her eyes.

She wasn’t afraid.

She didn’t look down.

She looked up.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

She smiled.

....she need to be stoped like, yesterday🔪🔪

Me: ok, maybe,just maaaaaaybe, I could understand a little point of Mallory, bc she has never been loved like that and I guess it would be easy to get lost on Max's love...

Also me: *remembers she is trying to hurt David* anyway, scratch that :) this is test number 105 of me trying to get into lbaf to kill her🙂🔪

I got two versions of this and i was like 👀 tumblr get your shit together 2kforever.

that quote is very max. i said what i said.

also i'm deducting 10 points for sympathizing with mallory. KIDDING. unless...

#see you next week babygirl #noah boo thang

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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im SO sorry to overflow your inbox lol but… number 37 w/ any jjk character?? i really wanna know what you’re gonna do with it <333

37. I PROMISE THAT NOBODY’S GONNA LOVE YOU LIKE ME (yuuta okkotsu x reader)

for L’s lover event! based on these prompts

Love is a malleable act. It comes in endless forms—luckily for you, Yuuta’s main love language is acts of service. If he had it his way, he’d never let you lift a finger for the rest of your life.

While he knows this is (likely) impossible, he refuses to give up trying. He’ll take it in strides, start with the small stuff—carrying your groceries, making your bed for you, cooking you a meal after work.

Or...helping you complete your nightly skin scare routine.

Sitting on the covered seat of the toilet in your tiny and cramped bathroom, Yuuta hovers over you.

“Y’know, you should actually be thanking me,” you tease through barely opened lips, trying your very best to not move too much as he carefully brushes the damp washcloth around the crevices of your nose.

“Yeah?”

“Most people would love if I trusted them enough with something as important as this.”

Yuuta lets out an amused chuckle, still incredibly focused on his work as he gently dabs around the sensitive parts of your cheeks.

“Would they, now?” he teases. You nod your head in response, but his light grip on your jaw steadies your movements.

“Well, I promise that nobody’s gonna love you like me,” he affirms, tongue slightly peeking out through his teeth as he concentrates on removing the last remnants of face mask from the hairs in your eyebrows, “that’s for sure.”

Once content with it’s removal, Yuuta picks up a dry towel and gently pats the excess water from your skin. His touch is feather light—as if you're glass and he’s afraid that the slightest pressure would shatter you in pieces. While he knows this isn't true, he reminds himself to always act as if it is.

“You don’t know that,” you grumble out from behind the towel, “maybe someone out there has a fetish for applying face masks and rubbing in moisturizer.”

The amused smirk returns to his face as he grabs your moisturizer and presses two pumps onto the back of his hand. He uses two fingers to delicately rub it in a bit—warming it up, he remembers you teaching him.

“Post an ad for it online, I’m sure you’ll have a few takers.”

“No!” you’re quick to fuss, but his hands returning to your face as he softly applies moisturizer onto the apples of your cheeks helps you settle down a bit. Still, you pout at his remark, “I could be kidnapped or ransacked.”

“They’d return you. You’re too stubborn,” he gently pokes fun.

You open your eyes to glare at him, but what you see stops you right in your tracks. Yuuta is no longer intensely fixated on the details of your skin routine. No, because now, he is staring right back at you. Eyes the size of saucers, filled with nothing but love and awe as he admires the state of your natural beauty—grumpy attitude and all.

“Then why do you keep me around, huh?” you press lightly, stare not faltering from his own as he simply shrugs and returns to rubbing moisturizer to the creases of your forehead. You hadn’t even realized your brow was furrowed until he’s tenderly smoothing it out with his thumbs.

He simply states, “Because I was made to do this.”

It makes you laugh, how nonchalant he is combined with the intimacy of caressing your skin, “To do what, help me with my skin care routine?”

“No,” he laughs, the release of breath through his nose tickling your own. He pats the finishing touches of cream into your skin before gently placing a peck to the tip of your nose.

“To love you.”

Your skin is hot and blushing as he pulls away. Your lover—always so sweet and considerate, always having such a way with words in the simplest of deliveries—looks at you like you just painted the stars by hand, when all you did was let him wash your face.

You pull him towards you, hands around his neck as you embrace him tightly. Your face finds its home in the crook of his neck, placing a few littering kisses here and there as you mumble out a genuine how sweet of you.

Yuuta straightens out his posture, slightly separating himself from your hold. He offers you a hand, one to pull you up from where you sit on the toilet seat and guide you to bed with him. You accept it, however, only use it to switch your positions and push him to sit onto the bowl himself.

Eyebrows slightly raised, Yuuta looks at you with pleasant surprise. You simply shrug and begin to heat up from face wash in your palms.

“Your turn.”

NOTE: poppy dont u EVER apologize for being in my inbox >:( in fact i LIKE you here come around more often >:( i chose yuuta for this bc i don’t get to write him often but i really enjoy coming up w stuff for him (this is me indirectly calling you all cowards, request him more) i hope u enjoy it as much as i enjoy u <3

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chapter 25 [final]

WHAT WE CAN BE : in which eren deals with his crush on you like an elementary school kid and you’re having none of it.

eren likes you. a lot. but he treats your existence like it's god's punishment to humanity. and you, not having any idea why he loathes your presence so much, decided to not give a single fuck about him.

pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader, +slight!reiner x reader

genre: college au, e2l, fluff, crack

CH. 25: who we are.

masterlist. | prev. | next.

note: GUYS HELP ME IM SO CORNY D:

“Eren, here!” You wave a hand as you saw the familiar brunette who you’ve been worried about all week.

Eren hears your voice, and he almost turns around to walk away and escape. Then he remembers Jean’s subtle threats and Mikasa’s not so subtle ones. And when he looks up from his hunched position, he sees your face and that’s when he throws all cowardice and anxiety off a bridge. How can he look away from that face? You look so pouty, you look so pretty, and if that was not enough, you look so worried. Worried for what? For him.

He gulps, throat feeling like a virgin with how tight it is. With heavy steps, he approaches you.

“H-hey.”

“Hi!” You greet, eyebrows loosening only a little. “How have you been?”

Eren looks away from your expression. “Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The air feels so cold despite the sun being so scorching today. Eren feels like he’s back on square one but worse. It had never been this awkward and suffocating between the two of you before, but today is on an exceptionally different level.

“Say–”

“Um–”

“Sorry, you first–”

“No, you–”

Silence.

You start again. “The sun looks nice.”

God, you’re so fucking weird and he hates it. What he hates, even more, is the snort that he lets out and the goofy grin that forms on his lips when he sees you literally squinting at the sun. Who gave you the right to be that stupidly adorable again?

You turn your head back at him, vision full of spots but your eyes still hold a triumphant glint on them when you got that reaction out of Eren.

He doesn’t like how your eyes stare so hopefully at him though (he does, very much so, he just wishes it’s because of a different circumstance), so he averts his green orbs and stares at a lamppost instead. You frown at this, thinking you did something wrong again.

“Listen, Eren, um, you haven’t been talking to me lately. Did I do something wrong? I want to at least know before I apologize–”

“I like you, okay! There, I said it!” Eren suddenly exclaims, hunching his shoulders in insecurity. He mumbles. “There… I said it.”

“Oh.” Yeah, oh.

Your ears heat up, and your eyes widen ever so slightly. However, you remain composed, chest feeling warm. Although, Eren’s is boiling and for the first time, it’s not because he’s lying. It’s so true he feels his ribcage cracking with the way his heart is hammering against it.

“I like you, too, Eren but,” He whips his head up, cutting you off immediately. The world is too cruel for Eren Jaeger.

“It’s alright, I understand. I mean– what did I expect? Look, I just hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us because my feelings aside, you’re a good friend to me. To all of us, actually–”

“Eren.”

“Although I might feel awkward around you after this at first, but I swear, it’s okay! Just don’t mind me, I’ll get over it eventually, maybe, I don’t know honestly–”

“Eren.” You say a little louder, staring at him in mild amusement and he finally pauses. “You never listen a lot, do you? You talk a lot, too.”

Eren only gapes at you before pursing his lips. “And you don’t talk enough.” He huffs with a pout, embarrassed and frustrated at your nonchalance.

You laugh, and by god, it’s the most melodious song he’s ever heard.

“That’s just how we are, and I think that makes us fit.” You remark playfully to which he grumbles childishly. “Eren, I don’t want to reject you at all because I like you, too. I want to see where we can go. It’s just… this is new to me so,” with a charming and sincere smile, you offer him your pinky and ask, “can we work on it?”

It takes him a minute to process what you said. But when he finally did, his expression lit up and his heart starts beating again. Eren’s eyes glimmer as they look back up at you. For someone who’s incredibly tall, he looks so small in front of you right now. Uncertain if you are for real, if you are real, he hesitantly intertwines his pinky finger with yours.

“Okay,” he says breathlessly, gazing at you like you’re the most ethereal person he’s ever seen, “we’ll work on it.”

The sun is way too hot and there are so many people around at the damn parking lot. Out of all places, he confessed at the damn parking lot. It’s not the perfect day and weather for this moment, really, but it’s your moment that makes it perfect anyway. There were no hugs. There was no kiss. Just a pact between the two of you, a promise that’s only yours and Eren’s and no one else’s.

“So,” you hum, slowly releasing his pinky and smiling at him cheekily. “you like me?

“Yeah.” Eren smiles with so much genuine happiness, he thinks he might tear up. “I like you.”

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these bitches finally said yeah, i like u SEE IT WASNT TJAT DIFFUCIULT— very anti-climactic ik, sorry for making u wait this long for nothing ㅠㅠ

we had a power outage and still man, that was the longest existential crisis of my life, i was itching to post. BUT NOW IT'S HERE, FINAL CHAPTER (of the season maybe? 👀) jkjk

this is the first story ive completed in my four years of writing x reader stuff nd wow, i have the mind of a fifteen y.o wattpad kid

epilogue and headcanons will be out on my birthday, thank you so much for sticking with What We Can Be! :D

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Halloween Fright Headcanons

as requested by @princess-of-the-devildom

Now forgive me if I do lousy job at this please I haven't watched too many horror movies myself. Thank you so much for the ask!

Edit: I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS ON HALLOWEEN WHY IS THIS STILL IN MY DRAFTS IM SO SORRY AGDHEJSKDKLEK-

"Godamnit Mammon stop trying to run away with MC!" Levi screamed and ran into the hallway as Mammon dashed outside, dragging you along.

"Mammon!?? Atleast tell me why we're running?!!" You asked.

"Satan and Levi picked out a whole series of horror movies for movie night and I absolutely won't stand by it! We're going to watch Harrison Porter in my room and that's it!" Mammon yelled.

"MAMMOOONNN?"

"Gah! It's Lucifer?!" Mammon yelped a hid behind you as a laughing Satan emerged from the dark.

"No it's just me. I've been practicing mimicking Lucifer's voice to use it against him. Also just because you can't handle horror movies, doesn't MC has to sit out too. So let them go." Satan said taking your other hand.

Uh oh. Not another tug of war.

"Can you idiots keep it down? And MC please come here - Im trying to get a nap so I can stay up during the movies. And just so you know, Beel is half way through the popcorn." Belphie spoke up from the common room.

"Beel that's my lipstick not candy stop eating that!" Asmo whined loudly.

"Not a minute of peace in this household." Lucifer grumbled as he entered the room.

"Alright then, everyone's here now. You have to start watching now if you want to watch everything because we have to help decorate Diavolo's palace tomorrow."

"They picked a bunch of human world classics so I don't think they'll be as scary as the ones we have here." Beel said Mammon sat trembling between you and Beel.

Lucifer

Probably will like Dracula. The screams, the vintage style of it all appeals to him. "You've good choice, MC." He'll remark.

Will slyly glance at you to see your reactions. Will definitely scoot closer if you're scared. Will be impressed if you're not.

Tries to tape Mammon's mouth because he can't hear half the movie because of his sudden screams of fear.

Will stay there for maybe two short movies before he has to get back to work.

Will ask you watch a movie seperately with him sometime.

Mammon

This is Mammon's worst nightmare come to life. The only comfort is you so please hold his hand tight and let him hide his face on your shoulder.

Literally hates all the movies. Especially the ones with sudden jumpscares. Is only calm when you rub his head and tell him you're here.

If you get scared along with him, he gets suddenly protective. "Stand back, stupid ghost!" Might even start talking to the TV just to cheer you up.

Yeah he cannot possibly sleep alone for the next few nights so please let him in.

Leviathan

He'll probably be intrigued by the Creature from the Black Lagoon first. The monster resembles his demon form after all.

But he won't like the contents very much. "What is this normie stuff!? Ughh!" He is cultured by anime horror after all.

Probably sticks around till there's finally movie he likes. Sometimes yelps if he doesn't see the jumpscare coming.

But he's mostly scared by Mammon's sudden screams. Threatens to call Lotan if he doesn't stop.

Will hold your hand involuntarily and blush and squeal when he notices what he's done. But still won't let go of the hand though.

Satan

Something tells me Satan will love Frankenstein. A monster that was hated and feared through no fault of his own.

"The monster didn't ask to be born. It was the fault of the man who created him. And yet the people attack it instead." He will sigh, sensing an odd kinship with it.

Will bump his shoulder against yours to let you know you can lean on him. Will chuckle and move closer if you do.

Doesn't get fazed by Mammon's screams. Hell it even makes the experience more enjoyable.

Will stay till the very end of the movie marathon and tell you whatever you missed in case you fall asleep early.

Asmodeus

Asmo has more of a meh reaction when it comes to horror movies. Sometimes he gets creeped out and other times he doesn't care.

He's joined the marathon solely because he gets to sit next to you and feel you cuddle up to him when you're scared.

"Ugh all that slime and goop. Why are we still here MC, let's go do something more fun!" He'll say once he loses interest.

Leaps off the couch and falls ass first on the floor when Mammon let's out his first scream of the night.

Leaves the movie marathon as soon as you either fall asleep or leave.

Beelzebub

Is also the type who is kind of unfazed by horror movies. He's just sitting there happily munching away at the popcorn.

Does flinch sometimes if someone innocent is getting hurt. Checks on you regularly.

"Don't worry, MC. I would never let them get you." He wraps his arm protectively around for his own assurance as well as yours.

Will also try to distract you with food if you look like you're overwhelmed by it all. He will take you away from the room if you say so.

Might also leave early to put Belphie to bed.

Belphegor

The screams of agony and fear. Of course he loves it. He loves all of it.

Of all the genres of movies you've made him watch, he went the longest without falling asleep just for this one.

"MC I'm laying down cause it's better to watch like this." He says as he lays on your lap and watches everything sideways.

Teases you if your legs tremble in fear because he can feel it right under him.

Still falls asleep towards the end.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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heyy! can you do an angsty one where rafe and the reader are “friends,” for a long time, they’ve been in the same friend group and she’s been with love with him for a while now, and he knows and uses that for his advantage. she always does stuff for him, help him whenever he needed and more, and he treats her pretty badly/rudely in return. their friends (top n kelce,) always try to tell him to stop and more and finally she’s had enough she confronts him and show how much he was actually draining her, and he acts like he doesn’t care but he does realize what he was doing, but meanwhile he’s reflecting on his actions, y/n is getting closer to jj? thanks lol the end is up to you. love u and ur fics <3

a/n: hi love! im so sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope you love it!! it took me forever to finish hahaha but i loved writing it!

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking

my writing

pretty damn lucky - rafe cameron

You sigh as you pull Rafe's fresh sheets from the dryer, breathing in the scent of the detergent mixed with the scent of him. He and the boys had way too much to drink last night, which resulted in Rafe getting sick all over his bed when they got home. You had stripped his sheets immediately and put them in the wash, then made a makeshift bed for Rafe on the floor with all of his blankets.

He had grunted at you in return for all your work, collapsing down on the floor and passing out before you could even say goodnight to him.

You had washed the sheets once again this morning when you woke up, then stuck them in the dryer and waited on them.

Topper groans on the couch as you pass him on your way to Rafe's room. You stop and chuckle, watching as he hesitantly opens his eyes.

"Oh, fuck," Topper grumbles as he sits up, clutching his head.

"I think you guys brought the bar home with you."

He glances up, eyes meeting yours, and groans. You laugh and step over to him, taking a seat on the couch beside him.

"Can I get you anything?" you ask him.

"Yeah, a time machine. Don't let me drink so much," he whines, collapsing back down on the couch. You stand, letting out a laugh.

"Water and aspirin. Got it."

You walk up the stairs and stop in front of Rafe's bedroom door, knocking on it lightly before you peak your head in. He's still laying on the floor, but you can't tell if he's awake or not. You stop inside, warm sheets in hand, and close the door behind you. He grunts at the noise, but it's not enough to make him open his eyes.

"Hey," you say to him, "I washed your sheets. How are you feeling?"

Rafe moves on the floor, opening his eyes only enough to see you, then rolls back to his initial spot and closes his eyes again.

"Just put the sheets back on, I want my bed."

You sigh and nod your head, stepping over to his bed to start making it. You watch him as you work, laying on the floor, mouth parted slightly and eyebrows furrowed as he tries to focus on not throwing up again.

"Okay," you whisper once his bed is made, "Come on. I'll help you."

Rafe allows you to wrap your arms around his torso, helping him stand from off the floor. He leans all his weight on you as you two stumble over to his bed, then he collapses onto it. You cover him with his comforter and then fix his hair so it's not sitting in his eyes anymore. He doesn't say anything at your movements.

"I'll get you some water and some medicine. Be back in a minute," you whisper to him. He just nods as best he can.

You hurry back down the stairs, rushing past Topper and into the kitchen. You grab two water bottles out of the fridge and then rifle through the cabinets until you find a bottle of aspirin. As you walk from the kitchen to Topper on the couch, you stop in your tracks.

"Topper," you say, your voice authoritative, "Where is Kelce?"

Topper laughs, which is how you know it's bad. You hadn't noticed that they were one friend light when they stumbled in last night, mostly because you had been too worried about Rafe to be concerned with where Topper and Kelce crashed.

"He fell down outside last night. I'm pretty sure we just left him there."

You sigh loudly, handing him a bottle of water and aspirin as you swear and rush to the front door. As you approach, you can already see him, face up in the Cameron's new flower bed that Rose had worked so hard to make perfect. You open the door and rush to Kelce, annoyed with the boys for not even telling you he was out here.

"Kelce?" you question, stirring him awake, "You alive in there?"

Kelce sits up, as if you'd awakened him from a dream, and glances around. He looks at you and then down to the clothes he's in, and you watch as his eyes widen.

"Those motherfuckers did not leave me out here," he gasps.

"Kelce, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were out here-"

"I'm going to kill them - ow."

He tries to stand up, but the throbbing of his head makes him fall back down into the dirt again. You grab onto his arm and try to help him up, noting how you do most of the work. When he's finally upright, you brush off the dirt from his back and then lead him inside.

"Shit," he mutters, "My stomach. I'm gonna need to eat."

"I'm on it," you tell him, leading him into the living room and placing him on the couch next to Topper.

"Hey, man," Topper greets, "Rose sure will be happy you observed the flowers so...closely."

"Shut the fuck up, Top," Kelce snaps, reaching over and punching Topper in the chest. He groans at his head and sits back again, making you laugh.

"All right," you declare, picking up the aspirin and water bottle for Rafe, "Eggs? Toast? Bacon? Sound good?"

Kelce nods his head and Topper looks at you, already looking better with the water and medicine in his system.

"Hey, thank you, Y/N. For always taking care of us," Topper smiles at you.

"Yeah," Kelce agrees, "I'd still be lying in a bush outside if it weren't for you. Thank you."

You smile at them and shake your head, "Of course, boys. Back in a minute. Kelce, don't kill Top. Please."

Kelce grunts, telling you he's still debating if he will or not. You laugh and then rush back up the stairs, hoping Rafe is still alive up there. You knock softly on his door when you reach it, not wanting to just bust in on him.

"Rafe?" you say when you walk in, seeing him laying in the exact same position he had been when you left him.

"What took you so long?" he grumbles.

"I'm sorry," you say, sitting down beside him on his bed, "You guys left Kelce outside and-"

"Do you have the aspirin or what?"

You sigh and nod, handing him the pill bottle and a bottle of water. He sits up, hair messy and eyes only half open, and pours three pills into his hand. You stare at him, observing his sharp jaw line and his soft skin, and you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be able to feel him. Touch him. Love on him the way you've been dreaming about since the day you met him.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?"

Rafe swallows the pills, then brings his eyes up to meet yours, "That breakfast place I love. Why don't you go pick us all up something? Card's in my wallet."

He lays back down, which is his way of excusing you from the room. You just nod your head and grab his card out of his wallet.

"And move the seat back in my truck when you get back. I always hit my head when I get in after you."

"All right," you say quietly, wishing he'd at least say a 'please' or 'thank you'.

You take orders from Topper and Kelce, then hurry out to Rafe's truck. You have to move the seat way up in order to drive the truck, and you make a mental note to move it back when you get back to the house.

You pull up to the restaurant and climb out of the truck, fumbling with the keys and your purse and Rafe's card, too wrapped up in yourself to notice the blonde boy standing about five feet from you.

"Damn, I didn't expect someone as pretty as you to hop out of that truck," JJ smirks at you, watching your eyes shoot up to him.

You smile, "Hi, JJ."

"How are you?" he asks, cheeky look on his face.

You set your hands on your hips, keys and card tucked between your fingers, as you observe what you're wearing for the first time. You'd snuck one of Rafe's Kildare Island shirts from his dresser last night and had on jean shorts underneath.

"Y'know," you shrug, "You like this place, too?"

"Ah, little pretentious, but the food's acceptable," he teases, "You eating alone?"

"No. Just picking up food for Rafe and his friends."

"What, are you his assistant or something? Tell Cameron to pick up his own food," JJ huffs.

He'd never tell you, not wanting to upset you, but he's hated watching you run around the island as Rafe's bitch since you met him. JJ's been dying to hang out with you, even asked you a few times, but you always say no because you're on some sort of mission for Rafe.

"It's just a breakfast order," you reply, starting to inch toward the restaurant.

"Just a breakfast order," he shrugs, "Just getting him a beer every time he asks, just following him around like a lost puppy, just-"

"Okay," you stop him, "I'm a big girl, JJ. I can take care of myself."

You turn and start to walk away from him, trying to brush off his 'lost puppy' remark. He groans loudly, which is enough to earn your attention back.

"Prove it," he yells out, making you turn, "Tonight. There's a thing down at the beach. Meet me."

You start to shake your head, but he steps toward you and stops you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already is.

"JJ-"

"Come on, Y/N. Take the Kook chains off for one night. Please. Rafe can do his own dishes and get his own drinks."

You sigh, glancing down at your feet before back up to him, "Maybe."

"Ah- you know what? That's better than a no. I'll take it."

You nod at him, trying your best not to smile too wide, then point to the building. You start to back off, but you keep your eyes fixed on the blonde boy.

"What time? You know, if I decide to come."

JJ smiles wider than he had the entire conversation, "Seven."

You smile back at him, then turn and walk away before you can get even more wrapped up in this boy.

"What the hell took you so long?" Rafe questions as you walk through the door with several bags filled with food.

"Sorry," you sigh at him, "Got caught up."

Kelce and Topper stand up and step to you, taking the bags from you. You thank them quietly, watching as Rafe rolls his eyes and stands from his place on the couch.

"Yeah, never mind the fact that I'm starving to death," he mutters.

"Rafe, come on, man," Topper smacks Rafe on the chest, trying to get him to chill out.

"Yeah, quit being a dick," Kelce tells him.

Topper starts to unload the food from the bags while Kelce leans down and gives you a friendly kiss on the cheek. You smile gently, glancing up to see Rafe watching with his jaw clenched. You try to put distance in between you, but Rafe doesn't seem to care about your efforts.

"Thanks for running to get it, Y/N," Topper smiles to you.

"You're welcome."

"Did you put my seat back, at least?" Rafe asks you, swiping his car keys from the counter where you set them.

"Yes, of course," you reply.

"Of course," he mutters, "You never do."

"Rafe," Kelce says authoritatively, holding his hands out to his sides as if to ask what the hell he's doing.

"I'll fix you a plate," you tell Rafe, setting a hand on Kelce's arm as if to thank him.

Rafe exhales loudly, then steps away and back into the living room. Kelce rolls his eyes at Rafe, giving you a pat on the shoulder. You make Rafe a plate, a little bit of everything, then follow Topper into the living room to take it to him.

"Quit being an asshole to her, man," Topper mumbles to Rafe, slapping him on the back of his head.

"Don't fucking hit me," Rafe growls at Topper.

"Here you go," you hand Rafe a plate. He takes it from you without a word or a glance, inspecting the food you've given him.

"Where's your plate, love?" Topper asks you as Kelce sits down beside him, "I'll make you one. Sit down."

"No," you say quickly, earning the attention of all three boys, "I'm not staying. I gotta get home, I kinda have plans later,"

"What plans?" Rafe asks, judgment present in his voice.

The boys watch the look on your face and Topper and Kelce immediately erupt into fits of laughs and hollers.

"Boy plans, huh?" Kelce smiles at you before he shoves bacon into his mouth.

Your face flushes as you stand in front of them, glancing at Rafe to see his reaction. His jaw is clenched tightly and he's stopping eating all together.

"Who's the lucky guy, Y/N?" Topper snickers.

"It's not a big deal, you guys."

"Why am I jealous right now?" Kelce teases you. You look over at him and roll your eyes, hiding your smile from him.

"What plans?" Rafe repeats himself, raising his voice. Your eyes shoot over to him, watching his expression.

"Um, I'm going down to this thing at the beach," you say, looking down at the floor. Rafe sets his plate down on the coffee table in front of him, not wanting his food anymore.

"Are we invited?" Rafe asks, already knowing the answer. He just wants to make you say it.

"I- it's not my thing," you stutter, "I'm just meeting some people."

"Who?" Topper asks through his food.

"Uh, JJ Maybank and his friends-"

Rafe scoffs, interrupting you, "You're ditching us to hang out with Pogues?"

"I'm not ditching you, Rafe," you frown.

"Funny, that's the way it looks."

"It's just a few drinks on the beach, why are you getting so bent out of shape?" you question, watching as Topper and Kelce squirm, growing more uncomfortable.

"Bent out of shape? " he repeats, voice as if he doesn't believe you just said that, "You're the one driving across the island for shitty ass beer-"

"It's not like I was asking your opinion on my plans-"

"No, no, you were just informing us that you have plans to fuck JJ Maybank, understood."

"Rafe-" you start, but stop when Kelce sits up straight in his chair and speaks.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" Kelce stares at his best friend, "Why are you so mean to Y/N all the time? She doesn't have to hang out with us every day, and honestly, I wouldn't if you treated me the way you treat her."

"Oh, fuck off, Kelce, you don't know shit," Rafe waves him off.

Topper glances at you, then over to Rafe and speaks up as well, "He's right, Rafe. You're an asshole to her. And not just today, but a lot lately."

Rafe sits back on the couch and crosses his arms in front of his chest, rolling his eyes.

"You two don't know anything," he huffs, "Y/N and I are fine."

"Actually," you say, earning Rafe's complete attention, "I don't think we are."

He stands up now, stepping over to you and grabbing onto your wrist, "Let's discuss this in private."

You glance at the boys, trying to offer them a silent 'thank you for trying', then allow Rafe to pull you into the guest room down the hall. He slams the door once you two are inside, then runs his hand through his hair before he speaks.

"What the fuck are you doing, embarrassing me in front of the two of them?" he scoffs.

Your mouth falls open at how that is his main concern after you just told him you have doubts that the two of you are okay. Your heart sinks, watching as he paces the room. You watch the way his jaw is clenched and how his eyes are frantic as he tries to figure out how to fix things with the boys.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly.

Rafe seems to not hear you, "Jesus, now the two of them are gonna be up my ass about you for the rest of the day."

"Rafe-"

"And what the hell is up with you partying with JJ Maybank? Do you not realize how that could look, you hanging out with him?"

"Oh, my God!" you yell, not being able to take any more of his bullshit, "I don't give a shit, Rafe! I mean, seriously. I spent my entire night last night and my entire morning taking care of your ass. Because I care about you. And now, I say I want to do something for myself, and you act like I'm being selfish? Are you kidding me?"

"Oh, please," Rafe shakes his head, "You're always taking care of us, don't act like you're all noble."

"I'm not trying to be noble. I'm trying to tell you how I feel-"

"Well, I didn't fucking ask, all right?" he yells.

You frown and step back from him as if his words struck you across the face. He reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his frustration.

"Rafe," you choke out, feeling your emotions as they rise up, "I care about you so much. But, I can't keep walking on eggshells around you. I have done everything you've asked me to do, I've been a good friend to you and I-"

"You what?" he growls at you, stepping forward and grabbing your shoulders.

"I love you, you asshole," you whisper, watching the way his eyes soften at your words, "I love you. But I'm drained. I'm exhausted. And I'm sick of being treated like some bitch who just follows you around and hopes you'll throw her a bone."

Rafe stares at you for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you genuinely cannot tell what he's thinking. After a few seconds, he releases your shoulders and lightly shoves you away from him.

"You should leave," he says, staring at the floor.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you gotta get ready for your big date night, right?"

You laugh sarcastically at his comment, feeling stupid to have expected him to say anything different than that. He sets his hands on his hips and sighs, not bothering to look up at you. You lick your lips and take a deep breath, debating whether or not to stay and fight with him. For him.

"Fuck you, Rafe," you say.

His shoulders fall but he doesn't look up, so you turn and walk out of the room. Topper and Kelce are standing right outside the door, shocked when you suddenly emerge. You roll your eyes at them, not surprised they had been listening. They don't bother trying to stop you, because honestly, they'd leave Rafe, too.

You rush out of the house and slam the door behind you. Topper usually drives you home, but you don't bother to go back inside and ask. You can walk, it's not far.

As much as you love Rafe, as much as you'd kill to be with him, you can't condone the way he's been treating you. You know that you deserve better, just as Topper and Kelce have been reminding him. Better is exactly what you plan to have.

The beach isn't terribly busy when you arrive. You know by the time the sun sets completely, it will be packed. You spot JJ's blonde hair towering above almost everyone on the beach, watching as he laughs with his friends and tips a red cup against his lips. You walk over to him before allowing yourself to hesitate and think about leaving again.

Your fight with Rafe had completely drained your energy, and if you didn't feel like getting completely drunk to forget about it, you'd leave. JJ spies you as you approach and grins widely, starting over to you.

"No fucking way," he smiles, "Can't believe you showed, Mrs. Cameron!"

"Ha ha," you grumble, shaking your head and trying to hide a smile.

"How'd you escape from the prison that is Kook land?"

You roll your eyes, reaching up and taking the cup from his hand. You gulp it down before he can even object, and when you look up at him again, he's staring at you with his mouth wide open.

"Okay. Got it. Drinking, no talking," he reaches down and takes your hand, leading you over to the keg.

"Lots of drinking," you mutter, watching as JJ pretends he didn't hear you.

JJ grabs two beers from the guy handing them out and hands one to you, returning his hand to yours. You start to walk back over to JJ's friends, but he pulls on your hand to keep you where he wants you.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to hang out with your friends?" you ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, I'd rather figure out what's going on with you."

You sigh and take another long sip of your beer, avoiding his eyes on purpose. Although you and JJ hadn't hung out a lot, he still seems to be able to tell that you're bothered.

"It's not a big deal," you say.

"If it's bothering you, it is," JJ insists. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, and you can't help but notice how he hasn't taken one sip of his beer.

"JJ-"

"It's Rafe, I can tell. Did he hurt you?"

"No," you furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he would even ask that. JJ just nods his head, tightening his grip around your hand.

"All right, then what?"

You give him a small smile, grateful that he's pushing so hard to try and figure out what's bothering you. You've never really had anyone do that before.

"We just got into an argument. But, it's fine-"

"Y/N-"

"I came here to have fun with you. Please don't make me spend the whole night talking about Rafe."

His eyes soften as he stares down at you. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then licks his lips and nods his head. You give him a small smile, watching as he shamelessly return it.

"You're right," he speaks after a minute, "Who needs that asshole, anyway?"

You nod, although you're hesitant to talk shit about Rafe like that, even after everything. JJ squeezes your hand once again, then tugs you toward his friends.

"Come on, let's party."

JJ pumps you full of beers, at your request, and laughs every time you attempt to get him to dance with you. His friends all watch as JJ finally gives into you, standing up as you tug on his hand and allowing you to lead him upright.

You can feel the alcohol rushing through your body as JJ spins you around in the sand, laughing at how much you're loving it. His friends cheer the two of you on, and by the time the song ends, you're completely exhausted. You collapse into JJ's chest and he wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.

"I didn't realize I'd had so much," you tell him, slurring your words a bit against his chest.

"That's all right," he laughs lightly, "I'll take care of you."

JJ leads you back over to the log the two of you had been sitting on and helps you sit down, smiling when you lean your head down on his shoulder.

"You're nice to me," you tell him.

JJ laughs at your drunken state, pressing his cup to his lips once more. Say what you will about JJ Maybank, but never call him a lightweight.

"You deserve to be treated nicely," he fires back.

"You really believe that?" you ask him, not noticing your eyes fluttering closed against him.

"Of course, Y/N," he whispers, moving his face so his lips graze against the top of your head, "You know, there's a lot more out there than just Rafe Cameron."

"You don't know him like I do," you say quietly.

"You're right," he scoffs, "Nobody else would defend him."

"I'm serious, JJ. He's sweet and caring and protective-"

"And rude, and unkind-"

"JJ," you sigh, "I mean it. Underneath all the bullshit, he's a really great guy."

JJ's silent for a second, then you feel his body tense slightly under you. His friends are all in their own little world, to notice, but JJ isn't.

"Well, that really great guy just showed up to the party."

Your eyes shoot open and your head comes off of JJ's chest as you glance around, trying to steady your vision as you look around to see what he's talking about. When your eyes meet Rafe's, he looks upset. He's watching you and JJ like the thought of you two together actually, physically breaks his heart in half.

Topper and Kelce stand behind him, pushing Rafe forward to you. You stand up, with the help of JJ's hand steadying you, which you immediately let go of when you stand up straight. You tears your eyes away from Rafe long enough to glance back at JJ, asking him silently if it's okay if you go to him.

"Go on," he gives you a sad smile, "Tonight was fun. But, you know, I'm not the type of guy to chase after some other guy's girl."

"JJ-"

"Go, Y/N. You love him. I can tell."

You start to object, but close your mouth when you realize you have no defense. He's right, you know he is. You give JJ a little smile, then turn back to Rafe. The asshole, your asshole, who looks ready to put your heart back together again.

He starts to you and you to him, but he covers way more ground than you given that he's stone cold sober. He can tell you're having trouble standing, so he reaches out and offers his arm as soon as he's within range.

"Hey," he says quietly.

You wrap your cold hands around his arm, steadying yourself and absorbing his warmth. You take a deep breath, inhaling his familiar, heart wrenching scent and letting it fill your lungs.

"What are you doing here?" you question him.

"I- uh, I need to talk to you."

"Why? So you can yell at me and then tell me to leave again?" you spit before you can even think about it.

Rafe clenches his jaw and moves his eyes from yours, glancing around the beach as he considers what the best thing to say is in response.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"It's fine," he shakes his head, speaking too fast to actually mean it, "I deserve it. I was an asshole. I came here to apologize."

You nod your head, doing your best to keep your eyes on his and not trailing all down his body. He's wearing the snapback you love on him, and he has on the shirt the two of you bought together at the mall on a trip.

"You may," you tease him, giving him a small smile and hoping to get one in return. You get it, thankfully.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to ever make you feel second rate. You have been so good to me and I know I don't deserve it-"

"It's okay," you stop him, reaching one hand up to stroke his cheek. His skin, his soft skin under yours feels like heaven to touch. You know the alcohol is the only reason you're not putting up a larger fight.

"I wasn't finished," he smiles widely.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for that hat," you tease.

His grin only widens as he stares down at you, pulling you into a hug before he can even think of it. His arms wrapped tightly around you make your heart rate speed up to a dangerous level.

"You promise we're okay? Maybe we should talk again when you're sobered up-"

"I'm fine," you lie.

Rafe reaches up and cups your face in his hands, staring down at you intently. You stare back, unable to break away from his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Good, because I've got something to tell you."

Rafe watches as your lips part, wanting to question him but unable to find the right words. He smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he continues.

"I love you, too," he whispers.

You blink rapidly at him, trying to figure out if he really just said those words to you. You shake your head and squirm out of his grasp, taking a deep breath as you look at him.

"You mean that?" you ask him.

"Yeah," he nods, swallowing nervously, "It took me half the day to realize it, but the thought of you down here with JJ literally made me want to kill him. And I'm sorry that I haven't realized it sooner. I was just scared of my feelings, I guess, and I just thought if I pushed you away-"

"You don't have to explain," you stop him, "I just can't believe you feel the same way about me."

"Who wouldn't? Topper informed me today that I happen to be the luckiest guy to walk the face of the earth because I'm loved by you. And I guess, I don't know, it made me recognize my feelings."

You smile, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him. He hugs you back without thinking twice, pulling you close and breathing you in. After a second, you pull away, and feel him tilt your chin up to meet his eyes.

"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty damn lucky right now," you whisper.

Before either of you know it, he places his lips gently on yours. His hands move themselves to your cheeks once again, pulling you closer to him. You both can hear Topper and Kelce hooting and hollering from yards away, which makes you laugh against Rafe's lips.

"I regret bringing them," he says against your lips, laughing along with you.

"You should," you agree, standing on your tip-toes and kissing him one more time.

"Can I take you home, now? Please?" he asks, voice impatient.

You bite your lip and nod, allowing him to give you one last kiss before he brings a hand down to yours, wrapping his fingers through it. He turns you toward the boys, the oh-so happy boys, and leads you away.

Away from the beer. Away from JJ. Toward your future, together.

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