#Die Hard Series Imagine

[heygerald]

old habits die hard - bonus chapter (set between pt 3/4)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc

Jake tries not to act like a total fucking idiot. But, that’s pretty hard when Zoe Preston manages to make him act like a total fucking idiot every time she was in the room. Oh, and to make matters worse, apparently everyone else had noticed too. What does a man have to do just to take a shower in peace? 

read the story here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / ... / part 4 / part 5 / *bonus chapter* / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / *say yes*

“Not a bad run, Hangman,” Maverick quips from the tarmac, aviators low on the crook of his nose as he raps his knuckles on the still-hot metal of his wing of his jet. “Could have pulled your turn a little faster, though. Might have shaved off some seconds to get over the hill with.”

Hangman rolls his eyes, unbuckling his helmet as he does. “I was still the fastest through the course today,” he reminds his instructor.

“There’s always room for improvement, isn’t there?” Mav says easily. 

Jake just narrows his eyes. “Maybe with the others, but I think I’m good.” 

It doesn’t knock that smile off of Maverick’s face. “You know kid, you’re not invincible,” he hums, almost thoughtfully. 

“So far, so good though,” he retorts. Still, Maverick just gives an easy going shrug, not convinced one way or the other. He didn’t seem irritated at Hangman’s attitude, but he didn’t seem impressed by it either. Really, he just seemed... 

Well, who the fuck knows what Maverick was thinking at any given time. 

“Don’t be late tomorrow,” the Captain says not giving anything away to what he might have been thinking. He just clicks his tongue with that stupid smirk in place, then offers a bemused laugh. “I got something special planned for everyone in the afternoon. Let’s see how invincible you are then.” 

And then he’s gone. A smile and another knock of the knuckles before he disappears into the hangar with Hondo in tow. And Jake tries not to linger on whatever the fuck that could mean. With Maverick, there was really no way of knowing what he would have planned for the lesson. 

Hangman rolls his eyes deciding that he didn’t really care. 

“Still faster than you could have flown it, gramps” he mutters to himself just to feel a little bit better while climbing out of the cockpit.

Yale and Harvard meet him on the ground; all three pilots are glistening with sweat, but for once, no one is particularly irritated at any one else. The flight had actually gone well today; no moments where Hangman, well, you know, left his team hanging that could have pissed them off. Instead, they had completed a clean sweep of the course that resulted in the target being obliterated. They give him nods before disappearing in Maverick’s wake.

“Nice flying,” Coyote makes up for their absence. He offers Jake a bottle of water; not cold, but still better than nothing.

“Did you expect anything else?” Hangman shoots back with a half-assed smirk. “I know you’ve been struggling with getting the groove, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.” 

Coyote rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything.

Hangman wonders briefly if he was just about done with Jake’s shit as everyone else seemed to be, but Coyote had been a loyal friend of his for years, and he also doubted that this comment would be the one that pushed him over the edge. Besides, it was hard not to be in a good mood now that the day was over. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool, and Jake even heard some of the boys talking about going out for drinks after dinner.

“You keep talking like that and one of these days you’re going to eat your words, Seresin,” Coyote tells him, only half serious.

Not worried, Jake snorts. “Yeah. Sure.”

Coyote starts talking about something that he doesn’t completely listen to. Not necessarily his fault; Jake may have been a traditional American man, but he had never really quite gotten into professional football. Baseball? Sure. That was a sport he had been playing since he was five. But pro football really wasn’t in his wheelhouse of interest.

So, as Coyote said something about the upcoming game, Jake slowly started unhooking the intricate straps of his suit. Sweat dripped down his spine and onto the tarmac when he shook out his arms.

He grimaced. Even he could admit that was fucking disgusting.

“—Stich, I’m serious!” a voice peaked across the tarmac. He glanced up to find Zoe shoving Stitch as far away from her as she could manage, a glare sharpening her features as her WSO only howled in laughter. Jake didn’t even know what he had been doing to piss her off, but it wasn’t too hard to guess. Stitch seemed to have a knack of how to irritate people effortlessly. “Don’t fucking touch me right now. I’m hot and sweaty and you’re disgusting.”

“Ah, come on, Buzz. It’s just a little salt,” he told her, wiping his forehead.

Zoe grimaced just as Hangman had moments before, her lips pulling her mouth back into something halfway between a frown and a smile.

“Knowing you, it’s probably also piss and shit and—”

“Christ. Have a little faith, huh?”

She shoved him away again, though this time her features were cracked open with a smile, and her voice wasn’t so threatening as it was breathy and amused. Hangman watched as she piled her hair onto the top of her head in a bun, watched as she pulled the top half of her flight suit down to her hips where it pooled around her waist.

He hadn’t told her this—didn't know in what sort of situation she would even want to hear something like this from Jake—but he thought she looked really good. She had always been a babe back during Top Gun; a killer smile, long legs, a sharp intellect that could knock an ego even like his down without putting much effort into it. But over the years apart she had really grown into her looks even more.

Her hair was longer, sun streaked and shiny from care. Her skin was tanner, gone were the spots of sunburn, replaced with light freckles. Her cheeks were brighter, teeth whiter, eyes happier, and fuck if he didn’t feel his mouth go dry ever time he caught a glimpse of her across the room. Jake could never quite put his finger on what it was about her that captivated his attention, but as he watched her and Stitch wrestle each other under the shade of their jet, he wondered if it was just one of those things in life that he would have to accept. 

Someone waved a hand in front of his face.

Jake blinked to find Coyote looking at him with a bemused expression. “Jesus. You know, if you’re gonna stare at Buzz, the least you could do is try not to be so fucking creepy about it.”

“I—” he darted his eyes to her, watching as she plopped down onto the ground with a dramatic sigh. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Alright, gawking, whatever.”

“I wasn’t gawking,” Hangman crossed his arms over his chest with a huff, trying (and failing) to look away from Buzz as her and Stitch laughed about something that he wasn’t privy to.

“You’re not even sly about it,” Coyote told him, barreling on. He even went so far as to purse his lips and wipe the corner of it in a mocking gesture. “In fact, you might want to wipe your mouth right about here; you started drooling. You should probably fix it before she sees.”

Jake swatted his hand away.

“Don’t be an ass,” he says, though, when Coyote shakes his head with a laugh, he wipes the edge of his mouth as subtly as he can. There was no drool, of course, and he feels like a fucking idiot for letting Coyote make him think that there was. “I wasn’t staring,” he declares again.

“Right,” Coyote rolls his eyes. “You were just trying to burn a hole in the side of their jet so they wouldn’t be able to fly tomorrow. What else would it have been?”

“Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Than annoy you? Not really,” Coyote shrugs with another laugh, clearly enjoying having something to tease Jake about that isn’t going to get him decked. Or, well, won’t get him decked just yet.

“I was just wondering what they’re laughing about,” Jake says.

A pathetic excuse and they both know it.

“Those two are always laughing about something,” Coyote drawls before taking another sip of his water bottle. It was hot and standing around wasn’t making it any less hot, but Jake doesn’t feel like leaving just yet.

He wonders why that is.

Then, as another amused laugh peels through the air, he drags his gaze over to find Buzz on her back, hands clutching at her chest, as Stitch waves his arms around in the arm as if telling some dramatic story.

“Yep,” Coyote deadpans. “Totally not staring.”

“Fuck off,” he says, but finally manages to tear his gaze away from the pair long enough that he can finish unhitching his suit. His helmet bobs against his back as he peels off his gloves, and although he wants to move the conversation along, some petty part of him struggles to do so without having the last word. “And, not that it’s your business, but I was not.”

“Was not what?” Phoenix asks, having only just climbed out of her cockpit, with Bob in tow.

Hangman nearly bangs his head onto the jet beside him with a groan.

“Staring at Buzzard,” Coyote says before Jake can stop him, not a single care in the world as to hears. Jake panics a little at that as he can practically feel the smugness exuding off of Phoenix when she swings her head in his direction.

“Oh, that?” she taunts. “He’s always staring at her.”

Hangman gathers his things and heads off towards the hangar, hoping that they would get the message and just leave him out of it, but, of fucking course, that just prompts the trio to clatter after him with looks that he really doesn’t want to deal with

“What’s the matter, Hangman?” Phoenix snickers. “You worried that we’re gonna tell Buzz about your little crush on her or something?”

Her voice echoes when they make it into the cool, air-conditioned lobby, and in turn Yale and Harvard peer at the group curiously. Hangman closes his eyes hard and silently wishes that something will save him from this.

Like a stroke. Or a meteorite. Or the end of the world as they know it. 

Any would do. 

“Oh shit,” Coyote crows, realization flickering across his face when Hangman fails to make some sort of sharp-witted retort fast enough. “Dude. I thought you were just checking her out because she’s a babe. I didn’t realize that you liked her.”

“I don’t like her,” Jake turns on the group and glares as icily as he can at them all. But the topic is immature and it’s hard to sound threatening when they’re discussing whether or not he likes someone. There’s something distasteful in the back of his throat as he thinks about how middle school all of this is. “And I wasn’t staring at her. Now, can you minions go find someone else to annoy? I just want to shower.”

Phoenix bites her lip as Bob stifles a laugh under the pretense of coughing.

“Oh, screw me. I told her,” Phoenix declares, hand on her hips as she rolls her eyes. She sounds exhausted about the whole thing, suddenly; as if it was no longer funny the longer she stared at Jake’s face. “I told her it was this whole thing starting over again, like no time has passed, but of course she didn’t believe me.”

“You talked about this?” Jake asks, incredulous. Definitely just incredulous and not the tiniest bit hopeful because maybe he had misread the entire thing and she didn’t hate him as much as she acted like she did. “Why would you talk about this with her? I mean... what—what did she say?”

“Oh no, no, no,” Phoenix shakes her head with a scoff. “Nope. I am not getting dragged into the middle of this whole thing again. No way.”

“Dragged into what?” Jake asks.

He doesn’t really have a clue. Actually, the longer this conversation drags on the less and less he feels like he knows what’s going on. And it should be pissing him off; it should infuriate him that Phoenix is acting like she knows something that he doesn’t, but really...

Well, really, he just wants to know. Has to, almost. Like an itch.

But Phoenix has already decided that this conversation is not for her any longer. She tugs Bob in the opposite direction intent on getting out of the conversation before it’s too late to run, and Jake tries not to sound so desperate when he calls out, “seriously? Come on!”

She just shakes her head. 

“Not my circus,” she announces, then gives him a pointed look that he takes to mean that he better not bring this back up with her. “Not my monkey.”

“Bob?”

Bob just shrugs, that stupid grimace on his face that he got when he was uncomfortable by the situation at hand. Which was pretty much always. Bob tended to be uncomfortable no matter what was happening.

“Great,” Jake rolls his eyes, huffs, and then realizes that he is more worked up now than he was after hurtling through space at 9 G’s. He turns to Coyote and promptly smacks the pilot on the back of the head.

“Ow! What’d I do?”

“You started this whole fucking thing,” Jake tells him.

“I was just pointing out that you were staring at Buzzard,” Coyote huffs as they turn down the hallway. “I didn’t realize that you liked her or anything like that. I thought you two ended things a while ago.”

“We did,” Jake huffs.

“But—”

“I am so not having this conversation with you right now,” he cuts his friend off with the wave of his hand. Then, he considers what he had just said, and tacks on, “actually ever. I am not having this conversation with you ever. I just want to shower and eat and then maybe drink some beer before falling into an eight hour coma for the night.”

“And I totally support that,” Coyote quips. “Especially if, maybe, after a beer or two you might feel happy enough to tell me what’s going on.”

Jake throws his head back with a groan. “Christ.”

“Ah, come on, man, I’m your best friend. I didn’t even know that there was something to be going on when Phoenix and Bob knew. I mean, Bob! This is officially something that I’m in as well and you need to tell me about it so I don’t look like such an ass next time.” 

“Tell you about what?” Fritz blinks curiously at the pair as they enter the locker room. He has a towel slung low on his waist, water droplets clinging to his skin, and although they had a grueling day of training today, he looks happy.

“About whatever is going on with him and Buzzard,” Coyote announces.

“Dude!” Jake smacks him on the back of the head again, this time gaping at his friend’s insolence. He knew that Coyote didn’t have a filter, but this was seriously turning into a personal offense. Coyote rubs the back of his head painfully while moving to his locker on Fritz’ other side, but he hardly seems to mind the seething glare Hangman is shooting his way. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What?” he shrugs. “It’s the men’s locker room. It’s not like she’s gonna overhear you or anything.”

“That’s not the fucking problem!”

“Then I really don’t see what the problem is.”

Jake narrows his eyes before darting his gaze to Fritz, then back to Coyote, then to Fritz again. Fritz just surprises them by laughing. “Uh, I hate to tell you this Hangman, but it’s not like it’s a big secret or anything. You’re always staring at her.”

“I—I am not!”

“Literally always,” Fritz argues. “Like this morning during breakfast when she was peeling that banana.”

“Or yesterday during Maverick’s lecture when she was braiding her hair.”

“Or last night at dinner when her and Rooster were playing foosball.”

“Or—”

“Will you two shut the fuck up?” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

So, okay, maybe he wasn’t as subtle about watching Zoe as he thought he was, but Jake Seresin didn’t fucking stare at women. He just... liked to watch her laugh; liked the way that her cheekbones shone and her lips pulled tight and she had to wipe tears from the corner of her eyes with nails that always had a cracked paint of polish on them. And yeah, sometimes when he heard her speaking, his head swiveled on its axis. And sure, sometimes when she shouted at the other pilots, he liked to see what was going on because Zoe could actually be scary when she wanted to be. And of course, there were times when his eyes drifted in her direction if the sun caught her skin in a certain way or if she was muttering to herself without realizing it or if she was obsessively tapping her knuckles against the table for good luck.

But that wasn’t staring. He didn’t stare. He just...

Fuck.

Okay, maybe he did stare a little.

“Damn, man. You really like her, huh?” Coyote asked. He was still smiling, still amused, but there was a curious note there as well. Even Fritz looked intrigued by the idea that the great and mighty Hangman might do something as mundane as like someone.

“She’s just—we’re just friends,” he argued, slowly striping from his suit as if finally remembering why they were in the locker room in the first place. “I don’t see what the big deal about that is.” 

“You’re never just friends with a girl.”

“Uh, Phoenix.”

“Phoenix hates you.”

“No she doesn’t,” Jake scoffed, but when Fritz coughed into his hand and Coyote stared at his locker, he frowned. “She doesn’t like hate hate me, anyway. It’s just our rivalry from the first time around. Whatever. Buzz and I are friends and despite what you might think I can be friends with women without it being a whole thing.” 

They shared a glance. Coyote scratched the back of his neck before sidestepping that entirely. “Okay. Well, then do you want to explain what’s going on with you two?”

“There’s nothing going on,” Hangman tells them again. 

“I mean like what you did to piss her off so much. Because she’s been glaring at you almost as much as you’ve been staring at her.”

“I was wondering about that,” Fritz slugs his towel towards the corner hamper, now standing in nothing but his boxers as he begins adding a blue gel to his hair. “Did you try to kiss her or something? Because she does not fucking like that.”

Though he wants to, Jake does not ask him how he would know something like that. A wise proverb about not asking questions you didn’t want answers to or something like that echoing in the back of his head. Slinging his shirt off, he desperately tries to convince them that he didn’t care about her like that. 

“Trust me, Buzz would like any attention I gave her. Alright?” 

“Right,” Coyote deadpans. “That’s why she’s pissed at you right now. Because she just doesn't know how to handle your attention and like a little fangirl the emotions are just too much to comprehend.” 

Jake frowns. Okay, maybe he had played that on a little too thick.

“How am I supposed to know what she’s mad about right now?” he asks. 

“Because you’re literally always staring at her,” Fritz snorts. He seemed a little too amused by all of this, and Jake really doesn’t want to kick his ass, but he’s starting to think he might need to. “If you spend all that time drooling over her and don’t know why she’s pissed at you, then you should seriously get your eyes checked. Or ask Bob to borrow his glasses or something.” 

Jake’s face cannot be fun to look at. Fritz, somehow, still manages a grin. 

“Alright, whatever. So she’s mad at me. She’s—” furious about how he was treating Bradshaw was probably the best way to explain it, but as he thought about how she had thrown her finger in his face and spat at him yesterday afternoon, shame burns down his throat. Clearing it, he instead says, “she thought I was a little harsh on Bradshaw yesterday, but she’ll get over it. I think she has a crush on him or something.”

“Dude,” Coyote rolls his eyes, unimpressed.

But he says nothing else. Obviously, he knows Jake well enough to not call him out on that too because right now he’s not sure he can handle another therapy session. Especially not in the middle of the locker room when they were all half naked.

Fritz on the other hand accepts the half-assed deflection. Just shrugs; both his shoulders and then into a pair of jeans. “Oh that? Whatever, man. Someone had to say that. I didn’t even realize that Bradshaw knew Maverick before all of this, but now that I do, I definitely don’t want to be flying with him. His head is everywhere. He can’t use the throttle for shit. Pointing it out just makes the rest of us look better compared to him. I guess I should thank you for that one.” 

The shame burns a little hotter knowing that in a single moment he had managed to change everyone’s opinion of Rooster without even considering what that might mean for the pilot.

Then, when he realizes just how right Zoe had been, Jake kicks off his boots a little bit more aggressively than necessary. 

“It doesn’t make us all look better, Fritz,” he grunts. “I mean, there’s no amount of personal trauma that can make you pull those turns any better. It’s almost like you don’t want to get selected for the mission.” 

Fritz scoffs. “You’re such an ass, bro.”

“An ass that can complete the mission, though.”

Fritz shuts his locker with a clang. He seems pissed, but he still gives the boys a respectful nod before disappearing into the hallway. Coyote watches him go, then turns back to Jake.

“Are you gonna bite my head off too? Or did Fritz just have it coming?”

“I don’t know, Javy, what do you think?”

Coyote, apparently, thinks that he’s in the clear because he leans onto the lockers with a thoughtful hum. “So? What are you gonna do?”

“Right now?” Jake chucks his pants into his locker, then his underwear, before he slings a towel low around his waist. “Why don’t you take a glance at where we are and try to put two and two together, bud.”

“I meant about Buzz.”

“There’s nothing to do about Buzz,” he huffs and makes his way towards an empty shower stall. Coyote goes into the one beside him. The water feels so good on his overheated and sweaty skin, that he almost forgets about the conversation at hand.

“I mean you gotta do something.”

“Can I just shower in peace? Please? Is that too much to ask?”

“I’m just saying,” Coyote continues, dumping some generic shampoo onto his short-cropped hair, completely oblivious to the fact that this is a bathroom and some people didn’t want to wash their dicks while talking to the guy next door. Or, knowing Coyote, maybe he was well aware of that and didn’t care enough to stop. “She looked really pissed at lunch; maybe even pissier than Bradshaw. If that’s possible. How are you gonna fix it?”

“Who said I need to fix it?” Jake huffs.

“I’m all for ignoring problems until they go away, but I don’t think that this particular problem is gonna be such an easy solve when we literally live in the same hallway as those two. Not to mention the fact that Buzz and Stitch are doing well in the flight trials. They’ll probably be picked. You don’t think that you should clear the air before that happens?”

“I don’t think this is a conversation for the showers,” Jake groans. He dumps some shampoo onto his own head and lets the suds pile up beneath his fingers before he starts scrubbing. “I don’t even know how we’re still having this conversation. Did you drug me? Was there truth serum in that water?”

“We’re having this conversation because you want to be having it.”

“What are you, a therapist?” he scowls through the suds in his eyes.

“I’m your best friend.”

“Fucking debatable at best.”

“Man...” Coyote sighs. Jake knows that it won’t be the end of it though, and he’s starting to consider just leaving the locker room suds and all when Coyote speaks up again. “Just apologize to her. You know you want to. Plus, I happen to like Buzz. If you have a thing with her, then go for it. She might be the only girl I’ve ever known that’s capable of getting you to shut up.”

I don’t have a thing for Buzz, he almost says. I don’t have a thing with her.

But that’s not fucking true and he knows it. Maybe Buzz doesn’t have a thing for him anymore (not that he would blame her, he had managed to fuck it up the first time around pretty spectacularly) but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t drawn to her like a smoker trying to quit nicotine. She just got under his skin like no one else had done before, looked at him as if she actually saw him, and the longer they were stuck together at Top Gun he only got in further over his head.

Maybe Coyote was right. The problem wasn’t going to fix itself.

“I don’t even know how to apologize about it,” he grumbles, barely loud enough to be heard above the showers. But Coyote pauses in his scrubbing and he knows that his friend had heard. “You saw her today. She wants nothing to do with me. And Rooster is like a goddamn guard dog every time I try to get close.”

“Yeah. What’s up with the two of you?” 

“Javy,” Jake glares; so, so, so annoyed right now. “I swear to god, man, you only get to rag on me about one person. Pick a lane or I’m going to break your fucking nose.” 

“Sheesh. What the fuck is your problem?”

“You! You are so clearly my problem right now!” Jake shakes his head in complete, utter disbelief. He tries to relax a little bit by sticking his head under the stream of hot water, but then he’s stuck thinking about the other problem that they had just been talking about, and his eyes pop back open in pure misery. “Christ. I need a drink. You think Buzz will forgive me if I buy her a drink?”

“I don’t know about that.” 

“What should I do then?”

“Yeah, I don’t really know what to tell ya, man.” 

“Seriously?” he deadpans. “That’s it? You spend all this time following me into the goddamn showers so you can convince me to make things right with her, and then you don’t have any ideas about how I can do that.” 

Coyote hums, switches off his water, and moves toward his locker in search of clean clothes. “I’m still surprised that you even like her in the first place. And I don’t know her all that well, but I do know that she takes loyalty pretty seriously. You’re gonna have to make it up to her, not just apologize.”

“How are those things different?”

Coyote scrubs the water from his hair, voice a little muffled as he says, “they just are. So, figure out what it was that you did that pissed her off to start with, and then work from there.” 

And, ugh, that’s just the cherry on top of the fucking cake. Because he’s right. Zoe does take loyalty pretty seriously and he may as well have committed a cardinal sin by insulting Bradshaw so publicly. Which mean that he wouldn’t just be able to throw a half-assed apology in her direction. He would have to mean it. 

As if by divine punishment, Stitch and Rooster stride into the locker room laughing. The former has his flight suit hanging off his waist in the same way that Buzz had done, but he was bare chested and already working to strip the rest of it off. Rooster on the other hand was already dressed in clean jeans and his floral shirt, and moved towards the sink with a shaving kit in hand.

Jake sighed when he realized that in order to make things right with Zoe, first he would have to make things right with Bradshaw.

One shower, he wiped the suds off of his face with a frown so deep he could almost feel it rattling his cheekbones. That’s all he was asking for. Couldn’t he just have one goddamn shower in peace?

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[if-i-was-a-cucumber]

do you ever get so offended whenever an attractive person is just there being attractive? like the audacity of some people

imagine you’re me, watching wednesday club (2023) in the morning because you were waiting for english subs and didn’t realize they were out until today. you want to go downstairs to get breakfast and pause the episode, and now this beautiful prick is staring right at you.

like excuse me? explain yourself? i really can’t with these majestic assholes just existing so gorgeously, shamelessly, illegally

#wednesday club #wednesday club the series #pheem #pheem is so freaking precious i love him #idk if the show is heading towards pheem and may but if it is i stan so hard #satang kittiphop #ugh imagine this face looking at you. i would die

[fore-seer]

bestworst thing about the engage mechanic is it forces you to think ahead a little bit bc what if you use it now and then you need it later. fire emblem said i’m not allowed to be stupid anymore

#like im on normal/casual and ive only done the early battles but there’s still that sense of pressure! it’s good i like it #can’t imagine doing my first run on hard/classic or even maddening like all the fe youtubers are doing i think i would die of stress #tactician's log #eva plays engage #why did i get into the strategy game series when im so terrible at multistep processing

[salsflore]

been almost 3 yrs and i am still struggling with the whole mikachi first meeting thing. bye

#for zl its something simple. i just saw cute fanart of it with another ship [ p sure it was someones 2 ocs ] and enjoyed the idea #i lost my black umbrella irl but tbf it doesnt really matter because i always fucking forget to bring it anyways. so sometimes i get caught #in the rain. so idk zl lends me his umbrella bc. fuck! heading in the same direction and is like hey loser . . let me help you . . #cue immediate heart eyes bc handsome stranger helped her. like Wow Yuo Are So Cool... ♡ #afterwards she mentions this interaction to her friend [ yun jin or hu tao .. unsure but they are both so silly so its hard 2 decide ] and #then they are like wait i know that grandpa you're talking about! let me set you up lalala theres this whole thing i'm lazy #i'll write about it Maybe bc i do want to write for my platonic f/os. and also cover all the [ firsts ] in my self ships #its just: i don't like feeling obligated to stick to things (like a series or theme or whatever) so maybe not. would be nice though.. #nobody in this world is allowed to laugh at me i'll die #as for childe my plan was he breaks into her house and then shes like wtf who r u?!! they make eye contact and kiss + get married asap #no actually i truly dont know. zl's is slightly easier because he lives a mortal life. just chills #has connections with a lot of the liyue chars. literally just enjoying his retirement era now #ajax doesn't have many connections ( other harbingers but they dgaf about each other i think x ) and i just cant imagine that. idk #just fucking. bumping into him would lead to anything. maybe i should turn into a fish and have him fish me up and then i transform into a #girl and then we fall in love what do you guys think (losing my grip on humanity) #💭 #mika ♡ ajax #mika ♡ zhongli

[nanowatzophina]

Here’s SOME actual ref (I guess) to my freelancer designs. Very doodly but. That’s what u guys get rn.

I’ll post more later but I do want to try and lump in as much as I can or this will take forever and trying to figure out what all needs to go in what group is… difficult. But for now. Gavin, Caelum and the Freelancer is gonna have to cut it.

#redacted asmr #redacted fanart #Gavin #caelum #freelancer #the hardest truth this series has forced me to face is that I can’t just pretend my relationship with Gavin is just cuddles #cuz he would literally die #he wouldn’t be able to be in a relationship with me #cuz again #I’m ACE #but a girl can dream #yeah? #maybe he could go get his feeding somewhere else and just vibe with me #maybe lasko… #I’d be fine being in a sort of poly relationship like that #it’s still very hard for me to imagine what non ace people think #which is a new discovery as well #non ace people kind of scare me #but that’s okay #Avery Davis

[yueebby]

how i met your mother  — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, meet ugly, established relationship, highschool!gojo in flashback, gojo just loves his wife and everyone is sick of it

notes. this is apart of my indulge me series but everything can be read as a standalone!

“you forgot to give me a kiss this morning,” your husband pouts from your lap before puckering his lips out, “i’ll need a thousand more to compensate!” 

just a couple meters away from you, paper crinkles harshly as nanami, your fellow colleague, flips the page on the newspaper he’s reading. you hear a heavy sigh leave his lips.  “i missed it when you both hated each other,” he readjusts his glasses with one hand tiredly. he’s disappointed, but not surprised with satoru’s behavior.

this comment causes itadori, who happened to be hanging out in the teacher’s lounge to perk up.

“gojo-sensei and gojo-san hated each other?” he sits up straight on the couch. the pink haired boy looks between you and satoru, who is purring happily as you play with his hair. “i can’t imagine that..” he mumbles quietly. he was, unfortunately, a first hand witness of gojo’s love for you.

the white haired male that was comfortably nestled in your lap looks up at you, “ah! she tried so hard to resist my charms, but this handsome face won in the end!” his loud boast leads you to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.

“that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” you press your palm harder against his mouth, determined to silence his protests. 

nanami easily ignores his senior’s muffled whines while itadori looks at his sensei in pity. marriage must be tough, he thinks.

you only lift your hand off of his mouth with a shriek when satoru decides to lick your palm. he smirks proudly at himself causing the other two males in the room to grimace at the strange display of affection. 

“darling, you hated me?” his eyes blink up at you innocently, blue eyes on full display. you purse your lips together, resisting whatever game he was playing at. from the moment you stepped into the lounge with him, he insisted on taking his blindfold off. he argues that he has to see you with his own eyes or he’ll die. you argue that he’s dramatic. nonetheless, satoru was cute so you’ll let him get away with it. 

“hate is a strong word– i just didn’t like you very much. we got off on the wrong foot, might i remind you.” 

2005 — year one at tokyo jujutsu tech

meet at 1 chome-1-1 dogenzaka, shibuya city, tokyo

that was written in the letter addressed to you from yaga. the bustling streets of tokyo, filled with the cacophony of hundreds of conversations and the rush of oncoming traffic, were a stark contrast to the serene country life you had enjoyed. 

the sheer mass of people in the street made it nearly impossible for you to spot your teacher and future classmates, but the heavens above must be on your side because you spot a dark uniform in the corner of your eye, similar to the one you’re wearing.

a jujutsu tech uniform! without wasting a second, you weave your way through the crowd to the tall figure. upon closer inspection, you find that it was a boy with snow hair, a juxtaposition to the dark fabric of his uniform.

“excuse me, but are you by any chance from–” you tap on the abnormally tall frame from behind.

“not interested.” he doesn’t spare you a glance before walking away. it takes you a minute to process what had just happened. did he just–? that must have been a figment of your imagination. you feel as though you were shell shocked.

another voice joins the conversation, “oh, gojo, you found her.” it was another guy with a uniform just like the white haired boy and yours. he has notable bangs, you think. 

“did i? she must be a real weakling. i couldn’t even sense her cursed energy,” gojo now turns back to look at you.

a surge of irritation courses through you, your grip on your skirt tightening. this guy must be some spoiled brat that came from a special lineage. you shoot him a sharp glare from the corner of your eyes, only to find out that he too had a sharp gaze on you.

a low whistle comes out of his mouth. 

 “oh,” there is a noticeable change in the tone of his voice. from your peripheral vision, you notice him take off his round sunglasses. “hey.”  you want to laugh.

out of pure pettiness, you recycle his previous comment, “not interested.”

thankfully, another student arrived, this time it was a girl with short brown hair. she waved at you politely, to which you happily smiled. it was nice to know that there were some people left in this world with manners.

soon after her arrival, yaga comes.

“hello, i’m [last name] [first name] from kyoto. please take care of me!” you bow before everyone but gojo or whatever his name is. you come to find out that mr. bangs is actually geto and the pretty girl is ieiri.

“you didn’t tell me she was hot,” gojo not-so-quietly whispers to geto. the hand over his mouth is in vain because you can still hear him clearly. both ieiri and geto make a distasteful face. 

you look around confused. it’s not everyday you receive such a brash compliment, “...thank you?” 

there’s a slightly horrified look on gojo’s face when he realizes that you had heard him, but he recovers quickly, replacing it with a cheshire grin.

“say, have you been to shinjuku? i’m sure a country bumpkin like you wouldn’t know, so allow me to–” 

there’s only so much patience in your body. with a deep breath and your best passive aggressive smile, you utter, “no thanks.” 

he blinks. once. twice. you assume he is not used to rejection with the way he has yet to process it. 

a soft chuckle leaves his mouth, “playing hard to get, i see. i like a challenge.”

“that’s not really the case.”

“one date,” he announces with a playful smirk, raising a single finger in emphasis.

you’re on the verge of shaking your head in rejection, but before you can, yaga intervenes, swiftly and unceremoniously slapping the back of gojo’s head.

“kids these days,” he mutters under his breath while gojo rubs the wound painfully. you snicker.

gojo straightens up when the sound of your laughs reaches his ears. his eyes track the sound waves back to your face, only to be disappointed when he sees that your attention is on geto. 

unlike gojo, geto was trying to salvage what was left of a good first impression. the black haired male smiles awkwardly, leading you away from his strange friend, “so you’re from kyoto? why didn’t you attend the jujutsu tech there?”

from behind you, there’s an incredulous, “eh? and lose a beauty like that to the kyoto guys?” 

you’re nearly certain that a blood vessel is about to pop. but you swallow your frustration, choosing to answer the only sensible boy you’ve met today.

“i’m trying to avoid clan matters, so kyoto is the last place i want to be,” you explain to geto who nods understandingly. 

what you don’t see is the sneaky wink he sends back at a fuming satoru.

2018 — present day

your recollection must not have been accurate, because your husband is sulking by the end of your story. 

“hmph. that’s not how i remember it.” he crosses his arm with a huff.

“how do you remember it? do tell.” you look down at him. there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap.

there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap. “i remembered cherry blossoms falling and more hearts floating around,”

you smack his shoulder.

“be serious!”

he waves his hand in the air to stop your playful attacks, “fine, fine!” 

you know that he’s secretly enjoying the attention.

“well, i’m quite the looker so it was common for girls to constantly gush over me y’know?” he grins. you did not find that amusing, retracting your hands from his hair. he immediately grabs your hand and places it back on his head.

“let me finish!”

you resume your handiwork on his head reluctantly. “go on.”

there’s a content smile on his face, “i thought you were just trying to hit on me! it was only after i took a good look at you, i realized that you were totally hot.”

“i can’t believe i married you.” you roll your eyes, but there is no malice behind the action.

“hah–” his mouth is wide open. “i’m a total catch, ya’ know?!” 

“mhm, yeah. you are a catch toru,” you coo while pinching his cheek and he blushed furiously. 

the two of you are too engrossed with each other to notice the horrified look that has settled on nanami’s face. one peaceful afternoon, he thinks. one peaceful afternoon is all he asks for.

extra notes- 

yuji respects gojo as his teacher, but he still can’t believe that gojo was able to pull you.

there have been multiple occasions where you had forgotten to give satoru a goodmorning kiss, each time he finds you and forces you to actually give him a dozen to compensate. it doesn’t matter if he was on a mission or teaching (he’s annoying like that).

gojo’s the pride of the gojo clan so he was spoiled rotten, hence the reason why he was so sure you were into him.

this is only the start, as your high school years go by, he only falls harder.

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[rafecameroninterlude]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝the summer’s hot, and i’ve been waiting for you all this time.❞ — rafe finally comes back home from his two-month long family vacation, surprising you in the middle of the night.

warnings: established relationship, ward overhears you and rafe on the phone, dry humping, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 2.3k

a/n: it literally makes me so happy when i see the feedback you guys give me, especially when you show your support by reblogging or simply liking. i love and appreciate every single one of you <333 series masterlist

“you’re actually lying.” tears were already forming in your eyes as rafe spoke on the other line. “i wish i was, baby. we were supposed to fly back in this morning but some weather shit got in the way, so we’re kinda stuck here until they let us know when there’s another flight available.” you sighed, trying your best to keep your voice from shaking. “have you asked the airport people already?” there was a slight pause before rafe answered.

“they said it could be weeks since the hurricanes here get pretty crazy.” weeks?! you thought you could die right now. “i’m so mad my parents didn’t let me go.” the tears were falling now. you and rafe had never been apart for this long. with all the built up anticipation, you couldn’t help but get youreself excited and hopeful about seeing him today, just for all of it to come crashing down with a single phone call. “i wish you were here too, babe. i got you a bunch of stuff from the shopping centers here, i think you’ll love it.” you wanted to cry harder because of how sweet he was.

“aww, you didn’t have to do that for me, baby.” you cooed, your heart fluttering in your chest when you heard the smile in his voice. “at least you’re going on winter vacation with me.” you nodded, trying to stay as positive as you can. “that’s true. i can’t help but to think my parents are trying to torture me or something,” you laughed, “they heard the words ‘shared hotel room’ and freaked out.” rafe shook his head even though you couldn’t see him. “they did, right?” he glanced at the tv, the weather report still the same.

“yeah, but rightfully so i guess. could you imagine if we shared a room for two months?” you bit your lip at the idea. “it’s a good thing we didn’t tell them that we’d have a whole cabin to ourselves in december.” you shut your eyes for a moment, wishing so bad that you could speed up the time. “you need to come back to me already. i’m sad and horny.” rafe snorted at your words. “hey, at least we know we could have amazing phone sex.” before you could respond, you heard what sounded like ward in the background.

“come on, rafe. seriously man?” you gasped, shooting up from your bed. “rafe! i thought you were somehwere private!” your cheeks were on fire with how hard you were blushing right now. “tell ward i said hi.” rafe did as you asked, a muffled ‘hey, sweetheart.’ sounding on the other line. “wheezie and sarah there?” as if you could be anymore mortified right now. “nah, they went to a gift shop with rose.” thank, god. “well, i told lia that i’d go with her to the beach for a little, so i better start getting ready.” you put him on speaker, opening your drawer that had all your bikini’s in it.

“all right, i’m gonna let you go babe,” rafe sighed, “i’ll update you as soon as i find something out.” you chose a top, and grabbed a pair of jean shorts as you started changing. “okay. i’ll see you soon, love you.” you smiled when he kissed the mic. “i love you more, i’ll talk to you later.” you hung up, feeling slightly better after hearing his voice. it didn’t take you long to pack your beach tote, lia picking you up soon after.

you spent the rest of the day with your friend, both of you taking pictures and reading your books. “wanna stay the night at mine? i could really go for some pizza right now.” lia pouted as she pulled into your driveway. “i wish. i have to go to breakfast with my family tomorrow.” she put the car in park, looking at you apologetically. “oh, that’s right! it’s okay, hang tomorrow afterwards?” you grabbed your bag from the backseat. “for sure. i’ll call you when i get home.” she nodded, in which you waved. “hey! send me the pictures we took!” you shouted as she rode off.

“hey, guys,” you greeted your parents as you closed the front door behind you. they were curled up on the couch watching a movie. “hey!” your mom whispered, not wanting to wake your father who was resting his head on her lap. they always looked so cute together. “i’m gonna go shower. goodnight.” you walked past them, eagerly waiting to check your phone to see if you had any messages from rafe.

[2:32 PM] loml <3: still the same bs. i’ll try to call you again tonight

you gasped at the timestamp. that was hours ago. it was about ten o’clock now, and you were definitely feeling the effects of your activities today.

[10:02 PM] y/n: superrr sleepy rn, i’ll still answer if you call bb

you waited until the message delivered and quickly got in the shower. after washing your hair and rinsing yourself off, you changed into an oversized t-shirt and called it a night. you don’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but your eyes were fluttering open as you felt your bed dip beside you.

your heart dropped when you saw a dark figure looming over you, a loud gasp escaping your lips. before you could scream, a large hand covered your mouth. your eyes widening as you starting hitting the person against their chest. “baby, it’s me! it’s me!” you stopped as soon as you heard his voice, rafe’s hand slowly moving away from your face. “what the hell!” you whispered, immediately throwing your arms around him. “how are you here right now?” you reached over, turning on the small lamp on your nightstand.

the soft light barely did anything to illuminate the space, but your heart skipped a beat once you could make out his features. you stared at each other for a few moments before he took your lips into a searing kiss. “fuck, i missed you so much.” he leaned all his body weight on top of you, the feeling nearly bringing you to tears. “two months, rafe. never again.” you scolded him, letting him settle between your thighs. “my dad pulled some strings and we were able to come back today. just landed like an hour ago.” he could barely talk as he kissed you inbetween his words.

the reality of the situation made you stop, your body freezing underneath him. “what?” he looked at you confused. “my parents are here! how did you even get in?” you scrambled to get up, locking your door before you could get caught. when you turned around, rafe was laying flat on your mattress, a sliver of skin poking out from under his t-shirt. “my key. they were knocked out cold on the couch, so i just snuck up here.” he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes falling to your bare thighs. “you wearing anything underneath that?” you smiled before shaking your head and lifting up the hem of your shirt teasingly. “no.” rafe’s gaze darkened as he watched you straddle him.

“why?” his hands ran up your thighs, squeezing the flesh before they settled on your hips. you shrugged. “just wanted to be ready for you.” rafe could already feel his cock hardening with your words alone. “yeah?” he dragged your hips against his, your naked cunt rubbing against his shorts. “fuck,” you whimpered, letting your head fall to the side as you balanced yourself on your palms. “i missed hearing that. missed seeing you like this.” he took the shirt off of you, marveling at the sight of your bare figure on top of him.

“i want you to get yourself off on me,” rafe splayed a hand over your stomach, “wanna watch you move.” you grabbed his hand, placing his middle and ring fingers in your mouth, your hips grinding against him. “you’re so fucking perfect, ‘don’t know how i made it two months without you.” you moaned, sucking his digits while you started a steady rhythm. you knew you were overly sensitive because of how long it’d been without him here, but you couldn’t help the aftershocks that came with your clit rubbing against his hard on.

rafe groaned, knowing he wouldn’t last too long like this. while he spewed out the most filthy things you’ve ever heard, you sped up, desperate to reach the high you were so close to. rafe screwed his eyes shut, stopping you just before he could cum in his shorts. the sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths filtered throughout your room as you blinked down at him. “i was so close,” you pouted, clenching around nothing. “ride my face.” your eyes widened. “what?” rafe grabbed you by your waist, a yelp leaving your lips as he held you above his mouth.

you shuddered when you felt his breath fanning against the inside of your thighs. “are you su- fuck!” you cried when you felt his tongue where you ached for him the most. “oh my god, rafe,” he was quick to interwine his fingers with yours, holding you tightly so you couldn’t move away. this was new for both of you, but rafe was quickly realizing that watching you with your jaw slacked and greedily chasing his tongue with your hips was becoming his new favorite view.

he moaned against your soaked cunt, the slight vibration making your eyes roll back. “r-rafe!” your hips stuttered as you felt the sweet release of pure euphoria wash over you. rafe held you tighter against him, his tongue attacking your clit as you shook uncontrollably. two months of phone sex could never compare to the real thing, your breaths becoming labored as rafe laid you down. “i’m gonna fuck you senseless.” rafe kissed you, your wetness still on his lips as he did so. just as you pulled away, a knock sounded from your bedroom door.

“y/n, is everything okay honey?” your eyes widened as rafe took the opportunity to roll one of your nipples between his fingers, your face burying in his chest to muffle the moan that left your mouth. “i-i’m okay! just.. cramps!” rafe trailed sloppy kisses across your neck, smiling against your skin as you struggled to formulate a single sentence. “aw i hope you feel better, call me if you need anything, love.” you waited until her footsteps receeded down the hallway before you smacked rafe playfully. “you’re terrible!” you laughed.

he took off his shirt, his muscles on full display as he discarded his shorts. fuck, he was glorious. “yeah, but you love me.” you smiled as he slotted himself between your legs, shivering once you felt his cock sit between your folds. “i do love you.” rafe ran his fingers through your hair, caging you between his arms as he slid into you, a moan sounding from both your mouths. you stretched around him so deliciously, rafe’s head resting in the crook of your neck.

“is that my favorite body wash?” he looked up, pecking your jaw when you nodded. “something told me to use it tonight.” your eyes fluttered shut when rafe pulled out, pushing back into you as he hooked your thigh around his waist. “this is all i could think about over there,” he sighed, “i just wanted to feel this perfect pussy squeezing around me.” you mewled at his words, your nails digging into his shoulders. “did you think about me, baby?”

you nodded, your back arching into his chest. “fuck, yes. i missed having you on top of me, ‘missed taking your cock.” he groaned, lightly wrapping a hand around your neck as his pace sped up. rafe adjusted you so your head was resting on top of his arm as he kissed you roughly. his thrusts were unforgiving, soon the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in your room. with the way the head of his cock was stroking that soft spot inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care if you were being too loud. you started meeting his thrusts, your clit meeting his pubic bone.

“you’re doing so fucking good for me.” he panted, his breath fanning your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying out into his skin. “don’t stop!” he covered your mouth, shushing you as he fucked into you relentlessly. “i got you, baby. ‘gonna fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you felt your second orgasm nearing. with a couple more thrusts, you found yourself falling over the edge, your climax hitting you in waves of pure ecstasy. “oh, fuck,” rafe’s jaw was clenched as he suppressed the groan that threatened to rip itself from his throat.

you reveled in the feeling of his seed spilling into you, his eyebrows knitting in pleasure as he continued to move sloppily. “fuck, i don’t think i ever came that hard before.” he removed his hand, allowing you to take a full breath. you sighed, curling into your boyfriend as he plopped down beside you. “i missed this the most.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, his fingers tracing shapes into your side. you smiled softly, draping an arm across his torso. “i could fall asleep like this..” rafe’s voice was hoarse, both of you yawning at the same time.

“me too,” you started, “i’m gonna go grab some water real quick, i’ll be right back.” he pulled you down for another kiss before letting you get up. you poked your head outside your door, slipping on a shirt and a pair of underwear before slipping out. you tiptoed down the stairs, walking into the kitchen where your mother sat with her laptop. “oh-” you smiled awkwardly, getting two water bottles out of the fridge. your mom looked up at you from her spot at the kitchen island.

“i take it that rafe is back from vacation? you’re lucky i left the volume up on the tv.”

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[tojipie]

adah imagine prisoner!toji getting eaten up by his own thoughts one night in his cell. because how can this be satisfying for you? having quick sex once every two months? a girl like you deserves so much better. so he brings it up one time during the visits, and you see how hard it is for him, but still, through gritted teeth he reassures you he wouldn’t blame you for indulging in someone else every once in a while. JUST THE ANGST!! and reader of course being like … what the fuck are you talking ab i jerk off to your pictures?

prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: hurt/comfort, angst

“and then turns out there actually was a fucking rat in his cell,” your boyfriend wheezes, his booming laughs marking the end of the story he’d been telling you for the past half hour.

the visiting hall is bustling today, packed to the brim with the wives, partners, and kids of the state’s incarcerated, all making the drive up right before new years.

you notice the sudden silence as your shared laughs die down, bemused at the inmate’s choice to not keep the conversation going.

“you okay?” you ask, reaching across the table to intertwine your fingers.

except toji doesn’t squeeze your hand like he always does, letting the appendage lay limp in yours.the older man opens his mouth to say something, looking around the busy room with a hint of anxiety behind his eyes.

“do you miss.. how we used to be?” he asks, voice sounding detached.

something sour stirs in the pit of your stomach at the way he’s acting. if the sudden change in ambiance didn’t give you whiplash, his vague question definitely did the job.

“i mean, of course i do,” you laugh nervously, rubbing a thumb softly over his knuckles. the inmate squeezes back this time, quelling the storm of anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“the sex i mean,” he explains, looking up from the floor to speak to you head on. “do you feel.. deprived? are your needs getting met?”

your thumb stills for just a moment as you think it over, though you doubt he even notices. the truth was yes, going from getting fucked every day to getting fucked every 6 or 7 weeks wasn’t exactly ideal. but what else were you two supposed to do? the man was serving a 7 year sentence for christ’s sake.

toji takes your momentary silence as an answer, sitting up straighter before speaking once more.

“i’m just saying if you ever found a man to fill in the gaps then i’d be open to it,” he explains. you notice a hint of unsureness behind his stone facade, catching onto the way his hand begins to fiddle with yours. what was he playing at?

“you’re saying you want me to cheat on you?” you ask, exasperated. where was this even coming from?

“god, fuck,” he sighs frustratedly, running both hands over his face slowly.

“i can’t give you what you need, can’t— not like how we used to,” his voice tapers off at the end like he’s scared to upset you. “shiu’s had a crush on you for years, i’d know he’d take good care of you.”

you step back from the table to gather yourself, pacing in front of the inmate like a woman gone mad. you’re grateful the constant circulation of inmates and visitors in the room is drawing attention away from you, otherwise an officer probably would have come over by now.

you couldn’t even believe what toji was offering to you. seeking out other men— his business partners—to “fill in the gaps”? when the love of your life was only a car drive away? fat fucking chance.

you stalk over to his side of the table, pointing an accusatory finger to his face.

“if you ever..” you pause, blinking away tears, “think that i’d give up on you just because we don’t have sex as often as we did then you’d be fucking crazy.”

you see him audibly flinch when your voice cracks, the weight of your emotions bringing him literal pain. toji’s eyes have gone wide, realizing the implications of his offer.

“i’m sorry baby, fuck, i’m sorry,” he whispers, pulling your face into the curve of his neck despite the harsh restrictions on touch set during visits. you silently thank the bustling crowd again for shielding the two of you, clutching at each other so deeply you think you might just meld into him.

“don’t want anybody but you,” you say with finality, pressing soft kisses to his pulse.

“i know sweetheart, i hear ya.”

you stay like that for the rest of your visit, breathing in each other’s warmth as calloused hands rubs circles into your back. neither of you say anything, not needing to when both do you knew you’d always find a way to make it work.

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[gotham-daydreams]

i just had a thought

you know what would really fuck up the batfam in the "not tonight" series imagine the reader instead of leaving gets kidnnaped and when the batfam saves them reader breaks down into crying in relief because they genuenly believed the batfam would not bother to save them

Imagine the absolute horror the batman would feel

I know its a little farfetched but i live for the angst

No, no! I love that idea!!! And it isn't all that farfetched seeing as the reader is a well known musician on some level, and even if that wasn't the case- they're still the kid of Bruce Wayne. Which, honestly, is enough motivation for someone to kidnap them, I'd say. Especially if the reasoning is for money, revenge/jealousy, or both honestly.

Besides all that, though- oh my god that would be awful! I love it!

Because imagine things from the reader's perspective (which, there is implied violence inflicted on the reader, mentions a blood, and a gun is pointed towards them. So, if it isn't your cup of tea then that's fine!):

Your 'family' that barely acknowledges you enough as it is, and the only guy who ever seems to notice that you're around is the single butler that basically takes care of everyone and everything in the manor. Now, you're kidnapped because of your relation/connection to the family, and have no hope to do anything besides just pray.

Maybe you have tried to escape before a few times at this point, but the punishment for such attempts have now gotten to the point where if you try again and fail, you'd surely die. Maybe you've also been trying so hard to escape yourself because you're just that certain and sure that the Batfam won't save you. Since, up until this point, anything dealing with or connecting back to you in some way has been ignored or dismissed one way or another. Why would something like a kidnapping be any different? Especially when they also haven't noticed other events where you have gotten hurt before.

Right from the gate, you're already thinking that the Batfam won't save you. Not that they can't, but just like with everything else- something will come up and steal away their attention, and you'll be left by yourself, and to defend yourself as always. That's what always seems to happen, and so why would now be different? In your mind, it wouldn't. So that's why when your attempts to escape fail, and the punishments not only get worse, but begin to pile up and reach a point where you think you're going to die- the situation quickly becomes much scarier.

You don't hope that Batman will suddenly show up, and instead pray that your best friend will notice your missing somehow. You don't think that Nightwing, Red Robin, Spoiler, or Orphan will suddenly swoop in and save the day, but instead try and hope that your producer/boss notices that you haven't replied to his calls or texts and contacts someone. You don't even consider that Red Hood or Robin will come barreling in and quickly deal with your kidnappers before rescuing you — instead all of your thoughts are filled with silent whispers and desperate pleas that someone- anyone you know will notice that you're gone, or that something is wrong, and will contact somebody. With that 'somebody' being the police or anyone of help, but not the Batfam.

Maybe a small thought does slip by, but you can only internally laugh at yourself because you either think that you've already lost enough blood to actually try and believe that lie, or your just growing that desperate to have a little hope. To have something to cling onto in this moment, that you chose the one thing that you're so convinced will never be given to you. A thought that only further cements itself in your mind the more time passes. With hours turning into days, and days to weeks.

Perhaps that's why you try to escape again. Deciding that you had better odds of succeeding despite your injuries, than the Batfam ever coming to save you. Let alone even thinking about it, or even realizing that you were gone in the first place. Taking that risk of getting caught again, and potentially getting killed this time, because no matter how hopeless or unlikely it seems for you to escape and make it out- those chances will always be higher than any single person from the Batfam showing up, and even attempting to save you. Even on accident, or on a whim- that possibility is so unlikely in your mind, that it's basically nothing more than a made up scenario or daydream to you. It's not an 'if' or 'when', but a flat out 'won't'.

Maybe that's why when you fail you get so scared, but can't help but feel like this was inevitable somehow. Of course, you don't want to die- but you had tried your best. You fought until the very end, and it almost feels a little too fitting that things ended up this way. With your efforts ending in vain, and you having nothing to show for it. With your attempts futile, and almost seeming idiotic from an outsider's point of view, and maybe it was.

You never stood a chance. You were doomed for failure. Not even all the training and experience you had could save you- and only now could you see how truly worthless all your efforts had been. With a gun pointed to your head, and your own blood providing the only warmth you've felt in days.

There's an odd sense of comfort and familiarity in the chill that shoots down your spine, and the cold gaze that one of your kidnappers give you. They're carelessness and disregard for your health reminding you of something, with their rough attacks and harsh punches bringing back times where you really did need the Batfam, only for no one to show up. Your call dying down as fast as it had risen that day, and one you never even bothered to make again.

So maybe that was why you were so surprised when help arrived, and even more so when you saw who exactly it was.

Before you could even fully register anything, you began to cry. A wide smile full of disbelief grows on your face, and more tears begin to fall as the smallest of laughs escape you. 'Unbelievable' is the first word that comes to mind when describing what you felt, and thought when you saw Batman drop down from the ceiling and deal with the guy who was about to kill you, and heard some commotion just down the hall.

At first, your convinced it's all some silly dream, and that maybe during your final moments- your mind decided to give you something nice to send you off. Almost like a warm parting gift to distract you from the hopelessness, and reality of the situation. Though it's only when pain shoots through your entire body when you move a certain way, that the thought of all of this being some made up hallucination or delusion vanishes, and you can't help but cry harder.

You don't know if it's a good or bad thing that after all this time- the one time they actually notice that you're gone, is when you not only get kidnapped, but can't escape by yourself. That the one time they acknowledge you, you're almost dead, bleeding out, and the most messy and vulnerable you've ever been.

Maybe life really did have some grudge against you to go to such lengths to fuck you over, but right now you're too relieved to be saved to care at the moment.

Yet, to say the Batfam feels awful on a totally new level, is an understatement. They understand feeling relieved, but to this extent? It's like you never expected them to come and save you at all... and that little thought seems to be true when one of them tries to help you out, and you're still laughing weakly as you continue to cry. Asking through a broken, wavering voice if all of this is real, and isn't some fucked up hallucination your having to make passing on easier. That they really showed up, and as a last ditch effort to not make your death anymore painful then it has to be- this isn't just some... dream, to make you feel like you were actually cared for in your final moments.

It breaks their hearts, a lot.

Especially when you repeat questions, as if trying to really make sure that they're there, that they're real, and aren't just some figment of your imagination. That they actually came to save you, and weren't off saving Gotham or the world itself instead. Constantly trying to be sure, as if the moment you weren't- then you'd be convinced that you were slowly dying all alone, with no hope of help coming — not even thinking that the Batfam would come — and just have to sit with that fact as you take your final breaths.

The pain you feel is almost equal to their's, and what really worries and scares most of them is how sure and certain you are that they wouldn't show up. That either the thought would never cross their minds, or that something else would come up and they'd leave you for dead, or that they just wouldn't notice that you were kidnapped at all.

Which, said fright and worry is only amplified when you have to keep asking "Are you really here? Are you sure?" And the like, and they have to keep finding ways to prove to you that yes, they are here. They're helping you, and they're not leaving- they actually managed to save you, and that you're going be okay now. That they aren't going away, and are very, very real.

Each little, broken laugh chips away at the pieces of their hearts, and your own disbelief that they can't seem to get rid of no matter what they do or say, is just a punch to the gut. You didn't just think that they wouldn't show up, but were fully convinced that they wouldn't even bother with it. That own realization just... hurts more than anything.

Had they really been that awful to you? Had they really caused you so much pain and hurt that you'd not only think of such a thing, but fully believe it? They didn't remember doing anything in particular that would cause you to think that way... but maybe that wasn't the problem. It wasn't what they did to you, but rather what they didn't do, and that's when the pieces finally begin to click.

Of course some don't want to believe it, similar to how some of them in "Not Here" express a brief moment of denial and disbelief themself, but they don't get to experience such a luxury anymore. Not with you here- bleeding, hurt, and crying from both relief and disbelief, because you couldn't believe that they actually showed up.

Even when they do quickly take you to a hospital and get you treated, that image of you is still ingrained into their minds. They can't forget it- how you looked at them and spoke, and just how you treated the whole situation because of how convinced you were.

From here they'll try to rebuild what they can, and all definitely be 100% more protective then they've ever been. The moment you're able to come home (which, you ARE coming home. No if's or but's. You don't get a chance this time.), they're doing everything in their power to not only 'fix' everything, but make sure that you are safe at all possible moments of the day.

It's safe to say that the whole experience traumatized the whole family to a certain degree. Not only with you being kidnapped- but you trying to escape multiple times and almost dying, because you were so convinced that no one would show up to help. (Which, while it was also because you can genuinely handle yourself and did believe you could escape on your own, the Batfam doesn't entirely believe that (and you almost dying doesn't help with that) so they chalk it up to you being desperate, because you 'knew' that no one was coming to save you. Which also may or may not make certain people worse in the process.) So they're already leaning pretty heavy on the yandere tendencies. Which most likely develop over the time you're in the hospital, and into your first week or so staying in the Manor.

Which does lead us to your little addition:

Which, you are very correct!!!

Our boy Jason, put in very simple terms, doesn't take the situation well. At all.

Seeing you bloodied, bruised, abused, malnourished, and on the brink of death no less- definitely doesn't help with his reaction at all.

Don't get me wrong! All of them react pretty negatively to the situation, and many of them have very strong reactions- Jason in particular just has the worst and strongest one. :]

The moment he sees you, he's immediately reminded of his death. The urge to comfort you is strong, but he just doesn't know what to do- and so he ends up not doing anything until you're in the hospital. Which, leading up to that point, he's checking your pulse as often as he can.

He knows what it's like to be hopeless, and feel that helpless- but to know that you experienced that? To know that you almost died like he did? It ruins him. It fucks him up more than anything else.

From the way you looked at the Batfam- the way you looked at him, and just how utterly relieved you were, despite drowning in your own disbelief- it haunts him. The state they found you in messed him up enough, but all of your questions, and just how you were even trying to reassure yourself that them showing up and saving you was real, fucked him up big time.

Before he knows it, he's hunting down the people who kidnapped you, and wiping out whatever is left of their bloodlines. Not sparing a single person, as they didn't spare you- with their generations leading to your kidnappers being born.

He's making their final moments just as painful as yours would've been. Their agony almost matching his, as he couldn't forget the night they saved you. He refused to. That moment forever engraved into his mind, reminding him of what also was if they were a second too late, and how it made him realize just how much he's fucked up along with everyone else.

While Jason can't exactly just waltz into the Hospital to visit you, since he is still considered dead and everything, he sneaks into your room instead. Trying to give what comfort he can in his own silent, but close way. Holding your hand with a gentleness even foreign to himself, and saying how he's sorry and that he'll make it up to you. Promising every night that he'll make those that made you suffer pay with their lives, and then some. Saying how he won't leave your side ever again, only to be gone by the morning.

He brings what he can as well. Even if it isn't as showy or extravagant as any of the things that Bruce, Damian, Dick and so on are getting you, or as pretty and lively as the flowers that are placed by your bedside. It's just his own little way of trying to make it up to you.

The small, little gifts he gives you are indeed little, and he doesn't give much since he doesn't think that your forgiveness or love can be bought. But he still tries to give something. So he'll give things that can be as little as hair ties or bracelets, to earrings (that totally aren't matching) and a little music box that reminded him of the melodies you've made thus far. It's all just another way of saying that he cares about you, and not only wants to build your relationship but be connected to you somehow.

The earrings, even if you don't wear them but just have them, make him feel closer to you then he can. He hopes that in some little way, that whenever you wind and let that music box play its tune, that you are reminded of him or think of him in some way. That when you wear or even look at the few ties and bracelets he's given you, he comes to mind in some small way, and manages to bring the smallest of smiles on your face.

Jason doesn't yearn to be remembered or seen fondly, but he would like to and deeply appreciate it. Since when he looks at his earnings, he's reminded of you, and the pair he managed to give you. Leaving him unable to fight back the smile that grows on his face.

For the most part, he just generally tries to be more present, hardly leaving you alone unless he has to, and spending every moment he can by your side. Moments that begin to last longer once he finishes his buisness with your kidnappers, and their families. He doesn't push too hard or is super in your face and constantly invading your personal space. He just exists in your presence, and as long as you're around he's got no complaints.

Though he does get extremely protective and possessive. Especially if your sleeping or something, and someone walks in. God have mercy if they need to wake you up, and dare to try without saying anything to Jason first.

Which- all of this boils down to you getting scary dog privileges every night, which turns into an almost 24/7 type of deal when you get discharged from the hospital.

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Sorry if this is a little all over the place. I wrote it all in one go for the most part and haven't really looked it over, so there's probably some mistakes I didn't catch and missed 😅

Still, I hope that's alright, and as you can see- i really enjoy this idea :]

#talking daydreams #yandere batfam #platonic yandere batfam #gn reader #platonic yandere #yandere dc #yandere batfam x reader #yandere jason todd

[leclercstars]

ROCKSTAR. [pt. 3]

Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: It's the same thing as pt. 2 but from Lando's POV so it's even SMUTTIERRR!!

Warnings: 18+! Sexting, masturbation, mention of various sex acts, slight dom!Lando.

Lando was exhausted. He laid face down on his massive hotel bed, his boxers pulled low, hanging off the edge of his hips.

While his P3 finish was exciting, that wasn’t even the best part of his day. Some hot girl in the crowd had the best tits he had ever seen, and the fact that she was strutting around with his signature emblazoned across one of them was thrilling. And Oscar’s signature on the other? It doesn’t get much hotter than that, he mused to himself. 

He finally mustered the strength to open up his phone, and was taken right back to that moment at the paddock walk when he opened the photos. Her tits sat so perfectly, and her nipples were barely peeking through the fabric of her papaya-colored tank top. What he wouldn’t give to have his face smushed between them right now. If he was to die, that’s how he wanted it to happen. Suffocation by titties.

His phone buzzed and he noticed a notification pop up on the top of the screen. A text from the girl. It felt flirty, and he honestly could not resist the thought of seeing more of her. He shot back a response, essentially implying that he absolutely needed to see her naked. A few minutes passed. Fuck, had me messed this up by being too forward? He didn’t want to come off as desperate either. 

But his phone buzzed.

And it was the most glorious thing he had ever seen. 

Every curve was on display. The way her waist flowed so effortlessly into her hips. And most importantly, her perfect tits were fully on display, nipples hard, pressed together as she leaned forward in the mirror. His and Oscar’s signatures were still visible, the faded words giving him a sense of ownership in the best way possible. He responded, hoping she would send more for him to gawk at. He couldn’t wait much longer though, as he felt the pressure of his erection growing under his boxers. Fuck it, he decided. If she sends more, awesome, but he knew just the one photo could get the job done.

He took his throbbing cock out and spit on his hand, stroking himself slowly. He relaxed his body back into the pillows, throwing his head back as his hand rubbed along his shaft. He was so fucking hard just because of a photo of this random girls tits that he felt like belonged to him and Oscar. He imagined how perfect they would look bouncing while she rode him, or how great it would feel to flick her nipples with his tongue. Precum was slowly starting to leak from his slit as he got closer and closer to the edge, an orgasm burning in his taut abs. He writhed with pleasure as he imagined tittyfucking her, playing with her nipples as he slid his wet cock between her soft boobs. 

His soft moans were turning into gasps as he edged himself, wanting to draw out the various scenarios that were running through his mind. He could hardly take it anymore, his unruly curls beginning to stick to his forehead as he circled his thumb around his tip.

Explosions of heat shot through his entire body, making him nearly scream as his cum shot all over his abs. The white substance was splattered all across his perfectly tanned abs. He slid his boxers back on and grabbed his phone. She must have fallen asleep while he was jacking off, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Plus, he thought the morning was the horniest time of day anyways. He took a picture of his cum-stained skin. “Thanks!” was all he wrote. He hoped she appreciated his cheeky response. He didn’t even know this girl’s name- but he was in Austin for one more day. And he would do a lot to have his hands replace her bra.

part 1

part 2 linked at the top ;)

PART FOUR??? IDKKKK I KINDA LOVE THIS SERIES

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[notafunkiller]

we found wonderland

Summary: You have a choice to make: you either set yourself free or continue to play the game.

Pairing: (fake) boyfriend’s brother!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap (r is 26, Bucky is 39), teasing, dirty talk, unprotected séx (but she is on the pill), pet names, daddy kínk, language, implied aftercare, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.4K

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this mini-series! Thank you for reading!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You had decided you should wait for a week before making your relationship public, using that time to try to convince your parents to change their mind while Bucky plays pretend with his. It’s not an ideal situation, but he understands, keeping the truth to himself.

What he can’t keep to himself is his hands. Not that you can… but as soon as he comes home, he’s all over you, not even caring you are in the living room sometimes.

Acting like you’re just friendly is very hard for you. You want to touch and kiss him like crazy. Having sex with him changed the game, and now you try your hardest to find a way out of this deal so you can be in this relationship completely.

You laugh at the way he pouts. “You’re really adorable for an old man.”

“Is it so crazy I want us together?”

You melt, leaning in to kiss his chin. “That’s not crazy, baby, but isn’t that a little fast?”

“We’ve been living together for months now. What’s the difference?”

You wish you could find the right words to explain it. It’s quite scary and exciting, but it feels strange. “We’ve been together for a couple of days. Maybe we don’t…”

“Are you thinking of a break up already?”

You jump immediately. “No! Maybe we don’t have things figured out enough yet. And by we I mean me. I won’t have a job anymore if my parents don’t change their minds. I won’t have a real home. I won’t have anything but you. And I love every moment I spend with you, but I want something of my own, and I definitely don’t want to feel like a burden even if you don’t make me feel like that. My life is a mess.”

“And I want to help. I am not trying to control you or suggest something you don’t want, but we are friends, too, not just a couple. I am here for you. You can stay with me as a friend if not as a boyfriend. I want you safe.”

You say nothing, only staring at him for a while. You don’t even know what to say because the mix of emotions you feel is confusing.

“You know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want to fuck you right now.” You don’t try to hide your neediness as you place your hands on his shorts. “Can I, baby? Can I ride you?”

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me before I turn forty. Is this your plan? Do you want me gone?” He’s already raising his ass so he can help you take off his shorts quicker.

“I want you with me always. Want you inside me so badly.”

He groans at your tone. “Then go for it, baby, take whatever you want. It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

You smile eagerly seeing his hard cock, and lift his T-shirt. You cannot stand anything between your bodies right now. You just need to feel him. “God, we should go to the bedroom, but I can’t wait.”

You take off your underwear, unable to wait any longer. As if someone is holding a knife to your throat, and if you don’t get Bucky inside you in the next seconds, you’re gonna die.

“Anyone can walk in,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. He probably even enjoys it. “Can you imagine their faces?”

You snort, bringing his dick to your entrance without hesitation after spreading your legs further apart. “No, but I can imagine yours when you come.”

“You don’t need to imagine. You’re gonna see it up close if you hurry up.”

Neither of you even realize you’re not using a condom for the first time until it’s too late and you’re already sliding down.

Your grasp on his shoulders is so forceful, you’re sure it will leave a mark, as you moan his name.

“James…” You desperately look at him, wanting to see if he feels the same. “We’re not using anything.”

“I c-can feel that.”

“God damn it, James,” you sound like you’re scolding him, but in reality you are just overwhelmed.

“What did I… fucking hell, I am totally not getting to turn forty. I will die tonight.”

You ask with your eyes closed. “Do you want me to get a condom?”

“No, I want to die.” He groans, already in a different space. “Unless you want to… I am clean and you are, of course, and I can pull out, but like it’s not… I can go grab a condom right now.”

You immediately shake your head, placing your hand on his chest. He’s not gonna do that. He has to make you come.

“You are not going anywhere, you get out of me and I’ll die!”

“So you’re ovulating?” He asks casually, with a playful grin spread across his face.

You chuckle, hitting him in the shoulder. 

“Yes, I am, and you gotta take care of me.”

Bucky groans, grabbing your ass, unable to keep his hands off you. You’re so hot and warm. “You’re really, really wet, princess.”

“Ihm.” You slide down further, almost taking all of his cock. “Look how deep I took you now.” You moan proudly, feeeling so stretched like this. “Look at this, daddy.”

And when he lets his eyes drop to your entrance, he has no idea how he doesn’t com right then. The sight is incredible.

“Baby…”

“I’m your baby, daddy.” You quickly take off your T-shirt at the same time you move your hips. As soon as he’s naked, you grab your breasts, holding them together with a smirk. You know that is going to affect him, and it makes you feel powerful.

“Oh God,” he groans as you bring your breasts closer to his mouth.

“Come on, daddy, go ahead.”

It’s all he needs to hear before he takes your right nipple into his mouth and the left one between his fingers. Riding him like this is a little difficult, but it’s not impossible. You love getting your breasts played with, and he loves doing it.

There is also something really hot and thrilling about the possibility of getting caught. You have no idea why and how, but you’re going to enjoy this as much as you can.

“You feel so good like this, nothing between us. Nothing between your come and me,” you moan, not even thinking about what you say.

“You can’t say that and expect me to be strong.”

That makes you laugh. “I’m on the pill, though, you don’t have to be strong.”

“Fucking hell, you’re gonna drive me crazy.” He starts to thrust his hips back so he can meet you halfway. Riding him feels so, so good. You got him deeper, and the lack of a condom makes you properly feel his thickness.

“You feel so… Fuck, your cock is filling me just the way I need it.” You grab his shoulders so you can move faster. “You’re such a good daddy, let-letting me use you right here, where everyone could see us.”

“You love using daddy’s cock.” He looks so drunk, in so much pleasure. “Such a naughty girl.”

“I’m your naughty girl, James.”

“All mine.” His hands on your hips help you move faster indeed, and you’re already so close you can barely keep your eyes open.

“F-faster.”

Bucky stops thrusting his hips back, and you groan. You need more.

“If you want it faster, keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.”

“I c-can’t-” As much as you want to fight this, your eyes instinctively close again. “Ss-so close.”

He can hear your desperation and without hesitating, he brings his hand into your hair and pulls unexpectedly hard. That’s enough for you to come loud. So loud you can hear yourself as you let the pleasure consume every bit of you.

But Bucky doesn’t stop moving his hips, making your orgasm last longer. He’s saying things, probably dirty things, in your ear, but you can’t understand anything. Your ears are still ringing.

And just like that, Bucky comes too, with his right hand still wrapped around your hair while the left one is digging into the skin of your hip.

“Fuck, I’m coming inside you, baby, can you feel it? Can you feel me filling your pussy, baby?”

“Ihm,” you can barely whisper, too overwhelmed by everything.

“Whose come?”

“Y-yours.”

“Good girl.” He groans as soon as he finishes coming, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you. “This feels like heaven.”

“I don’t think I can go back to wearing a condom now. I mean if you want to…”

“Are you sure? We can still use one just to make sure we are safer.”

You peck him. “We can still use it, don’t worry, I get it. Looking out for me and stuff.”

He lets out a deep breath, thankful you understand what he means.

“Of course I am looking out for you, that’s my job.”

“Job? You are my daddy, not my mom or dad.”

“I am your partner and your friend. I will always look out for you.”

A sudden urge to fuck him again takes over your body, but before you can do it, your phone starts ringing.

Bucky gives you the phone without moving, and when you both see it’s his brother, you groan.

“Hi, William.” You try to sound as normal as possible, but your voice is so raspy it’s impossible.

“Hey, gonna be home in a few minutes. Are you okay? Is Bucky home yet?”

“Ihm, he came.” You wink at James. “All good here. See you.”

You don’t wait for him to answer before you’re hanging up.

“You came too.”

You giggle immediately. It’s hard not to be around Bucky; he is goofy at the right time. “We need to clean up, though, he’s close.”

“Alright.”

*

Your parents didn’t want to listen to you at all. You didn’t have the chance to talk at the party since they’re avoiding you at all costs, and you had to go outside not to cry in front of everyone. You don’t just feel alone and treated like shit, you feel humiliated.

You’re lucky Bucky went to pick up William because his car broke down halfway here, so he didn’t actually witness your breakdown. You know he’d have done something about it. Something you should.

At this point, what do you really have?

“Hey, are you well? Why are you outside, it’s freezing?”

Bucky’s voice makes you jump as he’s suddenly by your side, rubbing your arms. William is right behind him.

“Baby, why are you outside?”

You see Bucky rolling his eyes, and you sigh.

“I wanted some fresh air, William.” You turn toward Bucky before taking a step back. You don’t want him to think you reject his touch. You really need his hug, but it’s not about what you need. “We should go inside.”

He nods, and all three of you make your way close to the improvised stage in the main room.

It’s crazy how many people actually came; it almost feels suffocating.

Your parents have been talking for a while, you assume, because people were animated. You wonder what they promised them.

“And since we’re all here now, I have something to announce,” Bucky’s dad takes the microphone all of a sudden, and William sighs. You want to ask him what is going on since he looks nervous, but you don’t have time to. “I want to invite my son, William, on the stage with us.”

And then he calls your name.

You look at both of your parents, trying to understand why you’d be needed there, and Bucky is just as confused as you are. Everyone starts clapping, and you find yourself dragged on the stage before you can protest.

“Tonight marks a very special moment for us both: professionally and personally.” You freeze, looking at Bucky instantly, but he’s also shocked, shaking his head. “A partnership that will last for a long time, hopefully, passed to a real-life partnership that has developed over the last months.”

William smiles proudly when his dad pats him on the back, and you want to throw up right then.

You turn your head to your parents, who display the fakest smiles you’ve ever seen. They don’t care about what you want. About what you need. Either way, you’re alone, and you cannot continue to play their game. You can’t!

And before anyone can stop you, you’re basically running down the stairs, straight toward Bucky. You quickly wrap your hand around his neck and force him to lean in so you can properly kiss him. You sense his surprise, but you don’t stop, using the opportunity to shamelessly kiss him in front of the whole company, including your parents. He’s yours, and everyone should know it.

He cups your face when you break off the kiss to breathe, and you smile.

You finally did it! You’re free.

You don’t need to turn around to know how upset your families must be. Everyone around you is either gasping or whispering around. You know they’ll be talking about this for a solid week at least, but you’re not gonna be there to hear. You won’t explain anything to them, and they can consider you a cheater who fucked the other brother all they want. It is not your mess to fix. You just want to leave.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whisper, taking his hand. All you want is to eat something and suck him off. “I need to pack my stuff.”

“Are you sure?” He asks concerned as you start to walk toward the exit. Neither of you turns when William calls your names.

“I have never been more sure in my entire life.”

He says nothing as you reach his car, lifting the hand he’s been holding closer to his lips so he can brush a tender kiss against the back of it.

You’re going to be okay.

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old habits die hard - say yes

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x oc 

Proposals are hard. Especially when you can't ask the question.

Read it all here: part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / *bonus chapter* / part 4 / part 5 / *bonus chapter* / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / ...

Miramar. 

It felt like forever since the last time that Zoe was here, standing on the beach, letting the gentle evening waves lap up over her feet as she sank into the warm sand beneath her toes. The crowds had disappeared over the course of the day leaving her to bask in the quiet evening air. The parking lots had emptied, the roller skaters going home for dinner, the bars slowly filling with a flow of people just like the ocean tide. The sun was low on the horizon now; gentle hues of pink and orange stretching between the clouds. 

A painting if she had ever seen one. 

And, although the weather had been rainy since they arrived in town late last night, it looked like the storm had finally moved on to better things. 

A good sign for her. 

Three years and some odd months later, and Zoe ”Buzzard” Preston was still scared of storms.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Zoe blinked away from the sunset to see the familiar curve of a sun-kissed face. Blue eyes twinkled right back at her, that ever-present smirk curled along his lips, and she had to bite back a laugh at the overwhelming sense of deja vu she got seeing Jake standing along the seashore. 

“It is a pretty nice sunset,” she agreed. “Now that the storm is finally gone.” 

“Sunset?” he echoed, eyebrows curling up onto his forehead as he blinked away from Zoe to take in the skyline that she was talking about; almost as if he hadn’t noticed it in the first place. 

“Well, yeah,” Zoe laughed. “What were you talking about?”

Jake blinked away from the skyline to look back at her. 

“Uh, me, obviously,” he deadpanned, jerking a thumb up to gesture as his face as if it really was the only obvious answer. Zoe laughed again; couldn’t help it, really. Not when Jake was being Jake, the sand was warm beneath her toes, and his smile was so soft and gentle that she sort of forgot about everything else. 

“At least you’re humble,” she said.

He laughed too; eyes crinkling at the sides as he snagged another glimpse of the sunset before turning to face her. There’s something sultry about his voice, but teasing, too as he says, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Preston, you’re definitely a solid second when we’re talking about views.” 

“A solid second, huh? That’s all I get after all these years?”

Jake clicked his tongue before moving to loop an arm around Zoe’s waist. Warm hands snaked along the sliver of bare back exposed by her dress—one that he had begged her to wear, and that she had been happy to oblige—and though she makes a playful show of smacking his hands in irritation, neither of them really buy the act. Jake was a handsy guy, and Zoe was a touchy girl; few things could disrupt their orbit when they were together. 

Rooster had called them magnets once. She figured they were more like atoms. 

“I thought we had this conversation already, Buzz,” Jake muttered warmly into her ear. His lips brush her cheek bone as he pulls her tight against his chest. “If you’re gonna be stuck with me, there are some things that I’m not going to give up on.” 

“I guess I didn’t realize I would also be dating your ego, Hangman.” 

“What’s the problem? There’s plenty of room for three,” he chirped back easily. Zoe snickered; finds that she can’t stop laughing much when she’s around him anymore. Three years of dating and he’s proven to always bring her joy, even in his traitorously stupid moments. So she laughs, and he laughs, and when his smirk softens into a deep smile, she finds that—well, shit—the sunset might not have been as pretty of a sight as he is. “I guess you are a little more beautiful than me right now, though.” 

“Just a little?” she echoed, batting her eyelashes up at him with an impish smile. “You don’t think that I’m a lot more beautiful than the sunset?”

His cheeks dimple as he snorts. “And you’re talking about my ego.” 

“Yeah,” Zoe gives a melodramatic sigh. Wrinkling her nose, as she does so. “I guess we’re spending a little bit too much time together, huh? I think I’m starting to turn into you.” 

At that, Jake pulls her flush against him, smile creeping up into his eyes as he beams down at her. At this distance, she can read the familiar flecks of gold in his eyes, sees the little white scar cutting through his right eyebrow from when he was ten years old, can feel the thud of his heart along with the utter warmth that is Jake Seresin. 

“We could spend every second together for the rest of my life, and it wouldn’t be enough,” he rumbles. 

And, damn if Zoe can’t find it in herself to argue with that logic. Jake was a truly beautiful man; inside and out, despite what some people might say, and over the last couple of years he had done everything he could to prove that he wasn’t the same guy he had been the first time around. He bought her flowers every Monday, cooked her dinner every Wednesday, and even went out of his way to become friends with Rooster. Somewhere along the way, she had fallen so head over heels for him, that hearing him say something as cheesy as this makes her nearly swoon on shaky knees. 

“That doesn’t sound so bad I guess,” she says. Something teasing in her tone, but also a gentle seriousness that they had been showing more and more of towards one another over the last few months. 

“No?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Almost sounds nice, actually.” 

Sunlight rays shine across his skin, highlighting the natural tone until he looked golden beneath her eyes. And—yeah—Zoe thinks that she could wake up to see that face every morning for the rest of her life and die a happy woman. 

Jake seems to be thinking the same thing as her. His gaze flicker over every single fine feature of her face, eyes brimming with adoration and love and something that she doesn’t quite recognize, before he shifts his hands around her waist. Trails of heat flood her system as he attempts to spin her, moving the pair together so that the ocean is a backdrop and they are the painting, and Zoe doesn’t even bother asking why. 

There was hardly ever a rhyme or reason to the things he did.

Though, as he glances at the nearby parking lot, squinting and roving as if looking for something, Zoe begins to wonder if there’s something here that she’s not quite seeing. 

“What are you looking for?” 

“Hm?” he hums, before blinking back to face her. The look of adoration has shifted slightly, his eyes seem wringed with the slightest bit of stress, and Zoe tries to catch sight of whatever he had been looking for. Jake shifts his shoulder quickly in response. “Nothing.” 

“Nothing?” she echoes, unconvinced as he flexes his fingers along her back.

“Just, uh, enjoying the scenery. You said it yourself that it’s a beautiful night,” he shoots back. “Guess I’m just trying to get better at looking at the little things.” 

“Uh huh,” she says. Though, she obviously doesn’t believe him. “Sure.” 

But Jake is moving past the moment. 

He glances once more at the parking lot, spins her just a tad bit more so that they’re framed together, and clears his throat. Trepidation now fills his features hot and quick like lightning, and Zoe frowns when she takes note of the stress wringing his mouth. 

“Jake?”

“Just give me a second.”

“A second to do... what?” 

But he doesn’t answer her. Just fiddles with her dress while mouthing something that she can’t hear—a pep talk, almost. Though for what, she hasn’t the slightest idea. 

“Are you having a stroke or something?”

“No.” 

“Should I be worried?”

“No—Zoe,” he sighs her name, both in annoyance and bemusement. An odd paradox that she can’t quite understand. “Christ, just give me a second. I had a whole speech planned out.” 

“Speech?” she echoes in bewilderment. “What on Earth are you talking about?”

Jake takes a deep breath, so deeply that she can feel his chest pressing against her chest, before he removes one of his hands off of the small of her back to pat the pocket of his jeans. A nice pair that she has never seen him wear before, that goes just a little too well with the clean linen shirt he was wearing. It almost looked like the type that Rooster would wear—something one would see in a Beach Lifestyle magazine—and she had even teased him about it considering how much shit he gave Rooster for always wearing Tommy Bahama clothing. 

“You’re being really impatient you know,” he says. Mumbles, almost, but due to their close proximity she hears it clear as day. 

“I don’t even know what I’m being impatient about!” 

“Rooster said you were gonna be difficult.” 

Zoe blinks at that. Jake does too; mouth open, eyebrows furrowed, as he nervously stares at her. Almost as if he just spilled a secret that he wasn’t supposed to say, but given that she hasn’t the slightest clue as to what he’s talking about, the comment seems all the more ridiculous than anything else. 

“Roos? What does he have to do with this?”

“He’s just been giving me... well, advice.” 

“Advice,” she deadpans. 

Jake swallows, taking another deep breath, giving his pocket another hearty pat. She starts to glance down, to see just what he’s obsessively patting in the first place, but right when she does, she sees a flicker of red from the corner of her eye and when she turns to look she catches a glimpse of the person in question. 

“Is that—Brad?” she calls out. 

“Uh, Zoe, just wait one second—” 

“No, look,” she pats Jake on the chest, fulling stepping away from him now despite the noise of discontent he makes. His hands slap at his legs as she starts striding up the sand towards the parking lot, and although Rooster s very clearly standing right there she watches him spin in a circle as if looking for somewhere to hide. He doesn’t. Zoe is much too quick of a walker for that to happen, which leaves him to shove his hands behind his back with an awkward smile. “What are you...?”

“Oh, heh, hey Buzz,” he grins. It falls flat though, strained in the corners, and Zoe can feel something awkward hanging in the air as Jake trots through the sand after her. “Uh... Jake—Hangman. Hi.” 

She peers at him. Over his nice clothes and clean jeans and sandy hair. 

“What... what are you doing?”

Rooster’s gaze darts over the crest of her shoulder to Jake. Who, at the moment, looks like he’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

Still, when she spins to look at him, he plasters on a look of innocence and easily says, “he’s here for the reunion. Same as us. Heh. Right?”

“Right,” Rooster snaps a finger, nodding. He seems a little too excited to have that sort of response though, and Zoe’s frown deepens as she glances between the two men. “I’m here for the reunion. Just pulled into the parking lot. The others are already at the bar.” 

“Oh,” Zoe mutters. Though, when she glances at the parking lot, she does recognize Rooster’s jeep and Phoenix’s truck and Maverick’s motorcycle. “But then why were you—?”

“Babe, let’s not hold him up,” Jake’s hand swings around her waist and tucks her cleanly into his side. He clears his throat when she blinks up at him, but still manages a small smile in response. “Let him go in and say hi to everyone.” 

“Uh, sure. But we could just all walk in together—” 

“No,” Rooster blurts out at the same time that Jake says, “We can’t!”

“...why can’t we?”

The boys don’t have any answer to that. They just blink at one another in silence, noises of discontent and awkwardness filling the air as they try to come up with an excuse that would make sense. Of course, none of this makes sense though, and Zoe is certain that there’s something very big that she’s missing. 

She’s just not sure what. 

Rooster scratches the back of his neck and in his hand she catches the flash of a camera. 

“Were you taking photos?” she asks.

He pauses, hand in mid air, before swinging the camera back behind his back. 

“Oh, uh... no.” 

“No?”

“I mean, yes, obviously,” Rooster gives an awkward chuckle as Jake just holds onto Zoe’s waist a little bit tighter. There’s nothing suave about him now, though, nothing that was like the usual swagger that he walked around with. “I just started... photography. It’s a new hobby. Thought I would get some pictures of the sunset before, you know, drinks.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, that’s all. But, Jake’s right, I should go in. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.” 

Zoe still knows that something isn’t quite right, but she can’t seem to figure it out, and the Hard Deck is right there so she figures that just letting the boys be weird with her other friends is better than letting them be weird with just her. So, she nods, and starts to walk alongside Rooster. 

He freezes. “Where are you going?”

“The... same place as you?” she says, pointing at the bar. 

“But—” Rooster starts, just as Jake says, “why don’t we hang out here a little bit longer?”

She pauses at that, frown still in place, eyebrows now thoroughly furrowed together. Jake doesn’t seem to want to meet her eye as he now scratches the back of his head, and it’s so unlike him that she really is starting to wonder if he was suffering a stroke. 

“You know,” he continues, shrugging in an act of nonchalance. Over his shoulder, he even manages to gesture to the sinking sun. “It is a pretty nice sunset. Why don’t we walk a little bit longer before going inside?” 

“Jake—” 

“It is a nice night,” Rooster tacks on. As if that doesn’t make it more suspicious. Zoe has learned a thing or two in the last couple years, but when a Seresin and a Bradshaw actually agree, there’s usually something going on that she won’t like. “Nice, uh, weather. And you look nice in that dress. May as well walk a little bit more.” 

She glances at her dress in bewilderment. “Uh... thanks?”

Rooster gives a tight lipped smile. Jake nudges him in the ribs with his elbow. Zoe, feeling so entirely lost with this entire conversation just shakes her head at them. 

“Still,” she hedges, shaking her head at them but not calling them out on their weird behavior, “we’re already late, Jake. We should go in before Maverick sticks us with the bar tab.” 

Zoe turns towards the bar, smooths some hair over her shoulder, tries not to feel utterly weird about what’s going on, but Rooster and Jake somehow wind around her to form a wall blocking her from the Hard Deck before she can even blink. She smacks into Jake’s chest with a thump. 

“Ow—”

“What's the rush?” he asks. “You’ve been to the bar before.” 

“And it is a pretty nice night,” Bradley says.

“Really nice,” Jake continues.

“And it would be a waste if you two don’t get to appreciate the nice weather,” Rooster adds, glancing between them as if this was a normal situation for someone to be in. 

As if it is, Jake just nods with a strained smile. “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow too, so we really should enjoy the nice weather while we can. The others won’t notice if we’re late.” 

“And if they do, they can deal with me,” Rooster nods encouragingly. 

“Not like Bob will say anything.” 

“Phoenix might,” Rooster shrugs, still rubbing the back of his neck as the camera flickered in his hands. Zoe’s neck is starting to hurt from swinging her head back and forth between them now, though they continue to barrel on without notice. “But she’ll just be happy to see me. So, it’s not a big deal.” 

“And—” 

“Alright, that’s it,” Zoe cuts them off and plants her hands onto her hips. The boys shut up in tandem, each snapping their mouths shut with an audible click, and she might have laughed at it if they weren’t acting so weird. So, instead, Zoe fixed them with a look—her don’t argue with me look—and said, “I don’t know what’s going on with you two, and I really don’t think I even want to know, so, I’m gonna go inside and see everyone, and you two can... figure whatever this is out. Okay?”

“But—” Jake started as Rooster said, “are you sure?”

She shakes her head at them in response; bewildered, bemused, and slightly concerned that their weird behavior would end with her having to pick them up from the police station. 

The best option was the only option. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” she declares after another moment, and promptly turns on her heel to strut away. 

They argue in her wake. Jake whispering something that she can’t make out, Rooster shooting back with something equally as panicked but also annoyed and a little bit amused. They must be so involved in the argument too because it isn’t until Zoe is clattering up the stairs of The Hard Deck, do they take a long enough breath to realize that she is no longer standing with them. 

The panic sets in then. 

“Wait. Wait! Zoe!” Jake calls after her. Shouts, really. But Zoe has learned over the years not to listen to everything he says, to use selective hearing when it suited her, and in this instance, she manages to zone out his squawking long enough to settle her hands on the cool metal handles of the door. 

“Don’t open the—!” 

The door opens with a single tug to reveal The Hard Deck. It’s much the same as it had always been; a few new model planes here and there, new felt lining on the pool table, some new beers on draft. 

But there’s other stuff too. Stuff that didn’t fit the bar. 

Stuff like balloons spread all across the floor. Stuff like a large, white banister strung across the ceiling, hanging low on the right side, hanging a little high on the left side, but charming all the same. Stuff like all of her friends grouped together, smiling and clapping and throwing confetti and screaming, “congratulations!” as she stumbles inside. 

Zoe freezes. 

Remains frozen even as Phoenix pulls her into a tight hug and Penny pops some champagne and Yale and Harvard clap her on the back with whoops of excitement.

“That’s probably the reaction I would have too if I just got engaged to Hangman,” Phoenix snarks, laughing in her ear as she plants a sloppy kiss on the side of Zoe’s cheek. “And I don’t know what you’re thinking, but—” 

“Wait!” 

Jake comes flying inside, Rooster on his heels, and the entire room freezes just like Zoe had. No one is moving now. They were all just standing stock still, staring at each other, as everyone tried to piece together what was happening.

“Oh, shit,” Bob says after a moment. No one even makes a comment on the fact that it’s Bob and that he just cursed and that the comedic timing is hilarious. In fact, everyone is a little more focused on the red-faced Jake as he stares at them wide-eyed, with panic wringing his eyes. “He didn’t...” 

“Oh,” Maverick’s shoulders drop. “Fuck.” 

And just like that the entire group abandons Zoe. Phoenix wrenches her arm off of her shoulder and Stitch takes back the champagne glass he had someone stuffed into her hand and Yale tries to sweep the confetti out of her hair. There’s a rumble of feet and harsh whispering and panic as they all return to their earlier positions, and suddenly Zoe is left standing in the doorway alone, still frozen, bewildered, and desperately trying to put two and two together.

"What—” she starts. Stops. Blinks when Stitch wildly gestures at her to turn around. He almost smacks Phoenix in the end in doing so. She elbows him sharply in the ribs for it, before repeating the motion. “Jake, what the hell is going...?”

She pauses when she finally turns and take in the serious look on his face. It almost didn’t suit his features; almost felt wrong being worn by someone that was always smiling and laughing and smirking. But Rooster doesn’t seem concerned about it. 

Instead, he just claps Jake on the shoulder, and mutters, “it’s now or never.” 

“Rooster?” she calls. He smiles at her—something warm and encouraging and expectant—before finding a spot amongst the others. Zoe frowns at them all, even more thoroughly confused now then she was moments before, but as the room’s expectant gazes are stuck solely on her, she takes a moment to truly glance that the decorations, the balloons, the champagne, the food and desserts and—

Jake. 

Down on one knee with a delicate diamond ring in his hand. 

“Jake?” she croaks. 

And suddenly, everything makes sense. Him going to visit him mom the weekend before they came to Miramar. Him obsessively packing his things, checking his bag three times over, making sure that everything was neatly folded. Him asking her to wear his favorite dress for a night of casual drinking at a bar that she never wore anything but jeans and a tank top to. Him spending extra time fixing his hair before they left the hotel, ironing his shirt, lint rolling his pants. Him talking to himself in the mirror, in the car, as they walked along the beach hand in hand. His stress lined eyes and worried smile. Rooster with a camera in hand, hiding in the bushes. 

“I told you Buzz,” he said after a moment. “You’re always going too fast for me.” 

Zoe opened her mouth to say something, but finds that she has nothing to say. 

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes. Something that she once hated but now found to be so entirely endearing that her eyes began to water. “Bad timing, right? But I’m working on it. Have been working on it for a while, actually. About… six months.” 

“You’ve been planning to propose for six months?”

“I’ve been planning to propose since the day you crashed your ship into the Atlantic Ocean,” he shrugged; as if it was such an obvious thing, such an easy truth. And, as Zoe stared into his eyes—eyes that were now truly locked on her—she realized that it had been easy for him to admit. There was no lying, no snark, no smirk. Just Jake Seresin and his truths. “Bradshaw talked me out of it about two years ago. Told me to give you some time, to get our lives together before we messed them up with a wedding. So I waited, and then Phoenix talked me out of it last year.” 

Last year. 

When they had spent a week in Mexico together, enjoying the sun and sand and margaritas. The same week that was the five year anniversary of her brother passing away.

“In Mexico,” she said, putting the pieces together.

“Yeah, in Mexico. The first vacation that I had taken since I met you,” he admitted. She remembered having that conversation with him, asking him if he was sure that he wanted to spend his leave doing something with her instead of visiting his family’s farm like he normally did. He had been adamant that he wanted to spend his time with her. “She said it would be better to do it with our friends around. But... I didn’t realize she meant they would actually be in the room when I proposed.” 

His eyes darted over her shoulder, a look of mock annoyance on his face as he glared at their friends, but Zoe could see the love shining beneath the annoyance. 

“Yeah. That’s uh... that’s our bad,” Stitch piped up from the back of the room. 

Harvard winced, and promptly smacked him on the back of the head. And when Stitch opened his mouth to say something else—probably to complain, no doubt—Maverick elbowed him in the ribcage.

“I figured this was the best chance we would get,” Jake continued, laughing as he did so. “I wasn’t going to wait any longer, anyways. Three years was long enough. So, I told them that I was proposing, and we figured this was the perfect place to do it. The same place we met.” 

“We met on base,” she said, a deflection if there ever was one.

But he didn’t mind. “Yeah, maybe, but the first time you ever smiled at me was right inside the Hard Deck. You bet me twenty bucks at a game of darts. I thought that maybe I would go easy on you, since you were the cutest girl in the program. But, before I could go easy on you, you proceeded to whoop my ass at it. Took my twenty bucks, smiled, and then told me to call you the next time I felt like losing money. And… that was it, Zoe. That was the moment I was smitten.” 

“They have such a weird relationship,” Stitch mumbled. 

There was a hush and then a smack, and Zoe knew without a doubt that someone—hard to say who, though, given how many people smacked Stitch around—had whacked him across the back of the head once more for the comment. 

Jake and her laughed, remembering all those other times before. 

Stitch and his sense of timing. 

“You’re really going to do this, then?” she asked. 

His shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath. 

“Yeah, Buzz,” he smiled. “I am. Do you need a moment to commit this to memory or…?”

A wet laugh bubbled up Zoe’s throat, yet, somehow, she found it in herself to keep the tears at bay as she just nodded. “It’s definitely a beautiful sight. Probably the best I’ve ever seen.” 

Jake’s smile widened. 

“I had a whole speech planned out, you know,” he told her. A quiet truth in a room full of loud ones, and Zoe swore that she would never forget the sight of him smiling up at her from one knee. “About how I love you, and how I’ll never stop loving you, and how you’ve changed me for the better. I’ve spent weeks writing it, and then editing it, and then memorizing it. But...” 

“But?”

“Well, I’m a little worried that if I don’t ask it now, someone else is gonna march up these steps and interrupt us again.” 

Zoe glanced at the parking lot behind his shoulders, thinking about how likely that single scenario was, and—feeling the weight of everyone’s stares on her back—figured that he was probably right. 

“Well,” she shrugged. “You’ve never waited on anyone else before, Hangman. You may as well go ahead and skip to the good part.” 

The room laughed. Jake’s smile widened, before thinning just the tiniest bit. His hands shook minutely as he cleared his throat, took a breath, and finally said, “Zoe Preston… will you marry me?” 

The wetness didn’t leave her eyes as she blinked, her heart beating heavy in her chest, but as things tended to be with Jake, there were so many emotions that she couldn’t pinpoint a single one. 

Happiness, definitely. Love, obviously. Joy, sure. 

Hope, absolutely. 

And hope she could live with for the rest of her life. 

That’s why she said nothing but a simple, monosyllabic, “yes.” 

Jake’s shoulders sagged in relief and Zoe knelt down to kiss him at the same time that he rose to kiss her. The room exploded with laughter and cheers and hoots and hollers in response, and this time, when confetti rained down on the pair with balloons, Zoe understood what this whole thing had been about. 

Jake’s hand shook when he slid the ring on her finger. 

“There’s no taking this one back, Seresin,” she told him.

“It’s like I said, Preston,” he kissed her once more. “You’re stuck with me.” 

“And the ego.” 

“We’re a package deal.” 

“Fair enough,” Zoe sighed melodramatically, watching the ring twinkle in the light on her finger, as the others crowed around them to pat the pair on the back. Zoe winked at Phoenix. “I’m sort of a package deal, too, you know.” 

“Yeah?” Jake’s eyebrows rose to his forehead. “You and who?”

Two arms encircled the pair before she could answer, and a waft of tequila and cologne spilled into Zoe’s nose as Stitch pulled her off her feet with a yelp. 

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, Buzz, but congratulations!” he shouted, not even noticing it was in her ear, not that she really cared. Especially not when he set her down to give Jake a sloppy kiss on the lips with a wet smack. Jake shoved him off as quick as he could, but the damage was already done. “Ah, come on, Bagman! We’re all friends here, right?”

“You’re like a dog, you know that?” Jake wiped his mouth clean. 

Stitch shrugged, margarita in hand, not really bothered all that much. “Give me a bed in your house and I’m happy with that.” 

“Not at all what I meant.” 

“Course not,” Stitch shrugged. Behind him, Phoenix and Bob were laughing at the theatrics of it all, and even Rooster was looming in the distance with his camera. If his smirk was anything to go by, he had gotten the entire thing on film. “But, you know, I’m not like Nantucket, Seresin. I’m always around. So, you better get used to it.” 

Jake harrumphed. He suddenly looked a little less than thrilled as Yale clapped Stitch on the shoulder and dragged him away. Still, as Zoe wiggled her ring finger in the air, his smile brightened considerably. 

She grinned. “It’s too late, now, buddy.” 

“I mean,” Jake hedged. “My mom will probably take it back for a little bit longer.” 

“Oh, nope, no way,” she shook her head at him, wiggling the ring in question around for everyone to see. Penny and Phoenix stooped the closest, both oohing and aahing over the shiny rock with grins plastered on their cheeks. Penny’s own engagement ring sparkled in the light, and Zoe watched as Maverick shared a knowing smile with Jake. “This thing is never coming off my finger, Seresin.” 

And, even though Stitch was still Stitch, Jake couldn’t help but melt at that; couldn’t help but sling an arm around Zoe’s waist, pull her close, kiss her jaw, her nose, and her lips, before saying, “you know? I think I like the sound of that Just you and me—”

“And me!” Stitch chimed in. 

“And Chutsky,” Jake tacked on with an eyeroll. “Forever. I don’t think it get’s better than that.” 

“Forever is a long time.” 

“Yeah?” he arched a brow, winking at her in that same way he had done years ago when they first met. She liked it a whole lot more now knowing that she was the only girl that he winked at. “Good.” 

Jake kissed Zoe like a dying man in need of oxygen, and she kissed him back. 

How could she not? Being drawn to Jake Seresin was just like breathing now. 

It was all habit at this point.

#old habits die hard #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #hangman x oc #Jake Seresin series #hangman imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick series #top gun maverick imagine #hangman series #bonus chapter #epilogue

[ayselluna]

Spawn Astarion Recommendations!

So I heard you guys want Spawn Astarion Recommendations too! I heard you :) Apologies if it took awhile it got hard to compile everything I read.

I honestly have read more one shots Spawn Astarion than series tbh. but here are some series I love! These are Astarion x Tav / You / OCs following the story from the game! I'll be happy to make another list for AU's! Another Ascended list is on the way too~ :))

I DEFINITELY RECOMMEND FOLLOWING THESE WRITERS TOO as they have really great HCs and One Shots!

The Arrangement by @fangswbenefits - This is one of the first ones I've read and how she wrote Astarion is just so ASTARION! The lines, the slow burn and the smut are exquisite as hell. I do suggest reading her oneshots too! Her smuts are so good I suggest reading it ALONE. XD ONGOING!

The Fangs Between Us by @feyascorner - Not your typical Lovey-dovey Astarion and Tav. Astarion actually felt betrayed and actually tried killing you! Can love still blossom? is it still there? Would you guys even be friends?! So much angst and but oh so goooood! ONGOING!

Shadows of the Past by @pastshadowsff-blog / PallidMoon - What's an Astarion story w/o the angst? I would definitely be devastated the moment Astarion left me! The process of healing and loving, the confrontations here are soooo on point! Have a good gale on the side too~ ONGOING!

Love at First Knife by @bg-brainrot - DEFINITELY A FAVORITE! Aside from the romance from Astarion and TAV you get the WHOLE GANG TOO! I'm a sucker on everything on this series! I can't count how many times I've re-read this while I wait for my other fics to update. ONGOING? I'm not sure but it gets updated!

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by @bg-brainrot - okay another one from the same author, at this point just read everything!! okay, but what if TAV died and got reincarnated?! If you got an elf TAV this is definitely one for the books! I LOOOOVE this one a lot. Getting your memories back and seeking your lover out, would it be the same? Would he even remember you?! Surely he will right?! but what if he don't? hmmmm READ IT! ONGOING!

Astarion Talks In His Sleep by  @littlejuicebox - This is a short series but this was just memorable coz WE'LL LOVE EVERYTHING in it. It's one of the happy endings you'd totally wish for and how this story got me gasping and giddy was just chef's kiss! You'll love her DADSTARION series too! I LOVE THIS FAMILY A LOT. :))

Cursed To Put My Hands On Everything by @maladaptive-menace - I recently found this and I got hook immediately on the concept! I also love the titles on this series, as the title says~ :)) So imagine you're doing your mundane things IRL and one tiring night you found yourself Isekaid IN the GAME?! You know you're effed up, how would you survive?! well at least you got your dream come true of meeting the gang in the flesh…specially the Pale Elf~ ONGOING!

Winter Holiday Challenge Fills by @justporo - So this is an all fluff from the Winter Holidays! I know it's not christmas anymore but if you missed it during that time who cares?! READ IT! Get all the fluffiness you need from this series! Check that full masterlist on their profile too while you're at it~ :)) FINISHED!

The Currents of Destiny by @lendeah - You and Astarion fights after he didn't go with the Ascension, left and scorn you to die screaming! But what if he sees all the what if that could happen?! Would his decision stay the same? FINISHED!

An Adventure in Making a Life by @redlittlefoxari - okay something different but maybe a PREGNANCY fic anyone? :D This was one of the fastest story I binged! You both just learned you're pregnant but an invitation from a friend comes forth! Maybe keep it a surprise for the gang? How would this pregnancy on the road takes you? ALSOOOO FREAKING LOVIING HUSBAND ASTARION UGGHH i can't~

I have more authors to recommend but we'll keep this list for now! I urge you to follow these authors too and check their other works.

Let me know if you guys are up for more recommendations! I have more to share! <3 Hope you enjoy reading them as I did! More reading buddies!

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[doukeshi-kun]

Ahem…Keshi…any thoughts about pornstar!nikolai? 🎤

I just think he’d be perfect for that job. He has a nice physique, a huge cock, he’s got the stamina, the enthusiasm— he’d be having so much fun. Just imagine something similar to the director!nikolai x reader AU, but here, Nikolai would be a well-known and pretty successful porn actor already, and the reader is a newbie and she gets to be Kolya‘s co-star!! Totally not losing my mind about this :>

𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧

replies ✥ i couldn't articulate my thoughts well but here's a drabble because i definitely agree with you hio. i agree with you a HUNDRED percent. will i probably make this another au/series? most likely ayeee

contents ✥ n.sfw 18+, fem!reader, petnames

“Nice to meet you, sugar.”

You shyly accept Nikolai's hand, shaking it. Your heart is beating fast as he sits right next to you with a few papers in hand. You know what are those—they are contracts and briefings for a short porn movie you are about to film with this hot star right next to you.

You have known Nikolai since a few years ago when you first stumbled upon his video on a website while you were trying to satisfy yourself from your own sexual frustration. Safe to say, most, if not all, of his videos, certainly did help you get off. You have heard from some of your lucky pornstar friends that has worked with him of how good he is in bed.

Not to mention, his physique is enough to make your imagination run wild.

You started as a camgirl, before a few producers reached you out, offering roles. You declined them though, as you are anxious to venture deeper into the industry. However, you did accept this particular offer a little too quickly. An offer to film a porn video with Nikolai—who doesn't want that?

“Are you nervous?” He asks. His voice is sultry and gentle, though his grin is naughty and playful. You nod slowly. Your eyes can't help but trail from his body to his crotch. He is wearing a compressed black shirt and grey joggers. He is sitting with his legs spread as he skims the pages of the contract. It is just the two of you in the small prep room, as the staff are probably out there preparing the scene—you don't care. It is hard to think when Nikolai is beside you.

“My eyes are up here, sugar.” He says in a teasing voice and you look up immediately with a flustered face. Nikolai cackles—his voice is so nice. “You’re so cute. Don't be sorry, I'm used to it.” He winks.

You smile sheepishly, fiddling with your fingers. This prep room is hot—too fucking hot, even with the AC on. The very cock you watched almost every night is just within your reach. Your mouth waters, so you reach your cup of water to quench your non-existent thirst.

“I actually haven't seen you before... in videos.” Nikolai suddenly says as he puts down the papers on his thigh.

“Oh, right. I'm— This is my first recording for this kind of stuff.” You reply. Nikolai tilts his head, confused.

“Wait, so... Wait, do you even know what are we about to do right now?”

“I-I do! I mean, this is my first recording as a p-pornstar, you know. I am actually a camgirl... before I got offered to this.”

“May I see?”

You want to die—Nikolai wants to watch your videos? You are not even that popular but you do have a following. He gives you his phone, for you to search yourself. “Well, I guess.” You say as you search your own site for him to see. He grins, taking the phone once you find it.

He scrolls through your page, humming and chuckling at something you wish to not know. He looks at you, eyes studying you up and down and then to the screen. “You’re a faceless camgirl. No wonder I haven't seen you before.”

“Y-Yeah...”

“Hm?”

Nikolai clicks on one of your videos and you squeal in embarrassment when you realize that video was recorded when you were wearing a very sexy harlequin costume. You remember the whole time you were pleasing yourself to the camera, your mind kept replaying a certain porn video that was starred by Nikolai. It is impressive how you did not scream out his name when you squirted right onto the camera.

“You look sexy in that, sugar. So gorgeous!” He praises and your cunt clenches when you hear it. “I happen to love this sort of costume myself.” He adds and you swear your stomach feels funny at this point.

“I'll dress up like that more for you.”

“Oh?”

You bite your lips, realizing you just said it. But you know you cannot be timid, especially as a pornstar. So you give him a little sly smile, bringing your face closer to him. “What if I say that I dress like that because of you?”

Nikolai snorts, nudging your chin teasingly. “Confidence, I see. I like that too.” He says before he clicks on the 'Follow' button. “How about this, sugar? If you do well for today's filming, I'll bring you to my place.”

Your eyes widen. You want to nod eagerly, you do. But suddenly, the door to the prep room is opened from the outside. A staff calls for Nikolai to get him ready. He gets up and fixes his joggers. Your eyes catch the sight of the lines of his cock—it's big—through the fabric and you find yourself swallowing your saliva at the excitement brewing in your heart. Nikolai smirks, knowing well that he just got himself a jackpot.

“Look forward to it, sugar. You're gonna have fun, I promise ya'.”

©doukeshi-kun 2024 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @/cherikolya

if you like my works, consider buy me a ko-fi!

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[diejager]

I love you step father könig Ang dbf horangi series! Honestly I feel like my room would be such a turn off for them both (I just can’t imagine that a dirty room with an undertale poster and anime figures staring at them would be fun). In the scenario where the reader has a dirty uncomfortable room would they just A) take them out or try and help them reorganize, or B) just take them out of their room/house?

If it scenario A moms just like “how nice that my husband and his best friend are helping my child like this, what amazing bonding experiences :)! It’s also nice that they’re helping them get rid of some of those things.”

Cw: controlling behaviour,STEPCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, smut, double penetration, threesome, rough sex, plug, coercion, tell me if I missed any.

I’m more inclined to pick choice A, where they would take out everything and reorganise your room. They might be retired, but habits that moulded them into who they’ve become are hard to forget, it would impossible for them to die out. Clean and minimal rooms kept them up and ready, it made it easier to live when their lives were so hectic and always in motion. König’s personal belonging showed it, he rarely had any trinkets that weren’t necessary, his office bare of personal touches and his side of the room was barren, holding but his clothes, gear and work utilities. It stood out more clearly with Horangi - your stepdad’s coworker turned best friend - who lived alone, the walls untouched and the rooms decorated in a utilitarian manner. He kept what was necessary and threw away anything that didn’t directly influenced him.

So it wouldn’t be a surprise that they’d make you clean your messy room, unnecessarily hung posters, small figurines that they deemed a waste, clothes strewn around on your chair, bed and basket, and other small and big things that took too much space in your room. It could be clean if you put in the work, it wouldn’t be so crowded that it stank to them. That’s why your stepfather and his friend were holding you by the neck and telling you to clean up and make more space for the two of them to fit comfortably in your bedroom.

“Look at this mess, Schatzi,” he tone was disapproving, seemingly disappointed in your personalised mess of a room with your cherished characters and excitable posters, “I can hardly walk around without hitting something.”

“We have a lot of work to do, 애인.” [Sweetheart]

They make you throw away everything you collected over the years, forcing you to put the in a box to put away in the basement’s storage and clean your room in their image. Despite your tears and sobs, they’re unyielding, glaring down at you as if you were a misbehaving child and speak to you in a tone that broke down your dignity. Once everything’s packed away, your room has never been this bare, walls clean, your desk arranged and bed made, it was a picture-perfect sight of a minimalist room that your stepfather could be proud of. It tore you apart to put away your collection and the many gifts you had received, small trinkets that you held close to your heart, but they were uncaring to your pleas.

They shush your weeping, rewarding you with their cocks, choking down your tears with a good fucking that would take your mind off unnecessary affairs. Horangi ploughed into you, holding you by the hip to stop you from keeling over, arms and legs trembling from the force he out in his thrusts. You’re pushed into König with every thrust, throat closing around his girth when König bucked his hips, driving further down and chuckling cruelly when you gagged loudly, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. They ravage you in your recently cleaned room before moving to the hall until you find yourself in the kitchen table, thrown over the flat wood and choking on Horangi, drooling down your chin while you wet your stepdad’s navel and his musky hair with your slick and cum, gummy walls tight and warm around him cock.

They make sure to bathe you and clean up their mess before your mom’s home, wiping away all the evidence and slotting a plug in your swollen cunt, preventing the mix of slick and cum to leak from your hole. You’re exhausted and dozing off in your bed, sleeping off your sore muscle and chaotic mind, only waking up once you’re called for dinner by Horangi. When you’re stiffly seated next to your neighbour, your mom congratulated you for cleaning your chaotic room and gushed about her husband and his friend helping you to make things quicker and easier.

“That’s sweet of you, thank you,” you sighed tiredly, eyes closed in exasperation at the times she spoke to you about reorganising your room and taking out things that you didn’t use. “We’ve spoke about it for years now, but she’s always been too stubborn to clean up. Did you thank them, sweetheart?”

Yo blinked lazily, lips parting to say your peace, wanting to throw a few choice words at her for acting this way, but König beat you to it.

“Ja, she was very grateful.”

Despite his words and smile, there was a hidden darkness in his eyes, a hungry and calculatrice gleam kept a secret from your mother, but clear to you and Horangi’s equally sick grin.

“I’m glad.”

She was none the wiser, smile so bright for her tiresome day at work, simply overjoyed that her husband was putting in the effort to actually know and help you.

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[house-of-lovin]

legally binded - 3

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Chapter 3: Movie Premieres, SNL and Quarrels

Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)

(this is all fiction!)

Note: Otherwise known as the One in New York. What do you guys think about R and Jenna's dynamic so far? 👀 (taking a break for a few days/maybe a week after I post this, I think I've kept you all fed for a bit while I'm gone lol, in the meantime, send asks I'll try to answer all of them!😋)

Word Count: 6.4k+

“You get on that plane and I’ll drop you as a client.” Jake’s voice rings out from your work phone. 

“What the fuck, Jake, are you serious?!” You seethe, practically red in the face. 

You have been on the phone with Jake for the last hour – Liv refuses to pick up your calls after you blew up the group chat, rehashing your argument with Jenna. Desperately pleading to fly back home because you couldn’t stand being in the same city as the actress, at the moment. 

You couldn't even think about her words without it making your blood boil.

“Fuck yeah, I’m serious. Do you know what time it is here?”

Glancing at the clock it read 3:46 A.M. EST, you roll your eyes. “It’s just past midnight in L.A. You won’t die if you don’t get eight hours of sleep.”

“Be quiet. I don’t wanna hear another word from you.” He nearly shouts and you imagine that one vein popping through his forehead. You liked to stare at it when Jake goes off on his shouting tangents at you. 

He never notices that you're not paying attention.

“Maybe we should get Liv on the phone or maybe Sarah?” Link glances at you worriedly.

He hates seeing you so riled up, so he often played the middle-man with your quarrels against Jake and Liv.

“Liv says she doesn’t wanna hear it. Sarah says forget it and I’m saying, I’m not fucking around this time Y/N, this is your last chance. I’m over your shit.” He hangs up the phone, leaving the line dead.

You jump face-first into the stiff bed, groaning loudly.

“Looks like you’re outta luck.” He pats you back, leaving you to sulk alone as he shuts the door. “Try to get some sleep.”

There was no way you ended up in this situation. 

You guess, it was fair to acknowledge your recent streak of bad behaviour. First, it was tame — ignoring your phone, running away to party, getting mixed in the wrong crowds – eventually, Link had to start dragging you out of bed by the legs (sometimes kicking and screaming) just to make it in time for a gig.

You’re not sure when all of this started. All you knew is that you were so tired. You just wanted one second to breathe; to feel like that young child again, with hopes and dreams. But no, someone was always hovering over your shoulder ready to drag you away to another event you could care less about. 

You close your eyes, allowing the jetlag and exhaustion to set in as your body moulds into the mattress.

– 

The next day, you find yourself standing in front of Jenna’s hotel room. The large double door looks menacing and faintly, you can already hear a bustle on the other side. You really didn’t want to knock but you know what was on the line so you swallow your pride and raise a fist to knock. 

But before you can knock, the door is opening revealing a girl, with dirty blonde hair bearing a semblance to a certain actress. “Oh, hi!”

“Hello.” You greet warmly.

“I’m Aliyah. Jenna’s younger sister.” She holds her free hand out.

You shake her hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m–”

“I know who you are.” She smiled then laughed, “Everyone knows who you are.”

You chuckled, shyly nodding. “I guess.”

“Are you two done?” Jenna suddenly appears, yanking the door wider so you can see her. Her makeup complements her well; the green bustier two-piece looked expertly crafted just for her; and the way her hair fell in soft waves framed her face nicely. 

“Hi…” You say a little vacant-sounding.

You don’t say anything else.

From the corner of your eye, you see her sister’s raised brow but you think you’re imagining it because you can’t keep your gaze off of Jenna. The actress raises her brow at you, impatient.

“What did you need?” She asks.

“Uh—I wanted to talk, about last night."

Jenna watches you momentarily before rolling her eyes; pulling you inside with a rough yank. “Get inside before someone sees you — Aliyah close the door.”

You stumble, still a little dazed but the smaller girl’s nails are gripping your arm painfully making you snap out of it.

“Ow, ow, ow.” You whisper, not inattentive to the multiple people scattered around the large room.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” She ignored your complaints and pulled you past the foyer into the living room – her entire team had taken refuge in the room to get the star ready for a day of press interviews.

Various echoes of your name and greetings are sent back to you but you certainly don’t miss the awkward tension in the room started by your sudden presence. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I can just go.” You point behind you.

“Nonsense.” An older woman that looked kinda like the actress waves off. “It’s great to have you here, Miss L/N. Jenna was just talking about you.”

“Oh please, just Y/N is fine.” Shaking your head bashfully, briefly wondering what she could be telling her family and team about what kind of person you are.

“I’m Jenna’s mom. That’s her dad, her other sister Mia, and her brother Markus.” She points and you try to keep up with the names of the people she’s throwing at you; Jenna’s family and team included.

“It’s so great to meet you all. It’s not hard to see that Jenna is so loved.” You say sincerely.

“We try our best.” Her dad says looking appreciative of your words. You smile at everyone and it seems to ease a bit of the tension in the room.

You didn’t see Jenna rolling her eyes again (her favourite to do around you) disregarding the encounter; she hides the surprise she feels from your genuine compliment.

Last night's argument with you, still burning in her brain.

“What did you want to say?" She says a little bluntly.

Watching as everyone turns to go back to what they were doing, you look down at Jenna. “Um… I wanted to apologize for last night. And call a truce, maybe over dinner?

She looks surprised not expecting you to be the first one to give in. “Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“I appreciate it.” Jenna cuts in, “I’m sorry too… a truce sounds good. Sarah got mad at me too, for what it's worth. She even said I was whining.”

Jenna jokes, dropping her walls a bit.

You rub a hand on the back of your neck, chuckling, “Good to know.”

“I can’t do dinner though.” She shuts her eyes as if remembering something. 

“Oh, that’s okay. Maybe another time.”

“Or maybe… you can be my date to the Scream cast dinner?” She offers, looking a little hopeful.

“Are you sure?” You chew your lip. Ignoring the word date.

“Yeah! Totally, you can meet everyone, it’ll be great. Not to throw anyone under the bus but they’ve been trying to meet you.” She says sheepishly.

You laugh, dropping your walls just a tad. “Sure I’ll be there.”

She smiles warmly, satisfied with your answer. “Yeah, it’ll be great. I guarantee there’ll be paparazzi, so it’ll be good for publicity. They’ve been hounding me since I landed, my dad nearly pushed a guy in the airport. I couldn’t even walk to the door by myself at the SNL dinner cast party.”

You lose a bit of the smile but Jenna doesn’t see, laughing at her memory of the paparazzi. You blink around, making sure no one saw you, it might give them the wrong idea. “Uh, yeah sure. I’m good with whatever.”

“Okay, cool.” She shoots a thumb up, walking away from you. “I’ll see you tonight?”

“Mhmm.” You smile, waving goodbye to everyone and booting it out the door. 

Unsure where the tension in your chest is coming from you swiftly walk to the elevator; aggressively tapping the button as if the elevator would come faster that way. And practically throwing yourself in the metal box as soon as it opens.

You miss the entire pandemonium that implodes in the room when you leave.

“Holy shit?” Mia exclaims.

“Language.” Her mom chastises. 

“No, holy shit, indeed. Jenna oh my god what did you do to that poor girl?” Aliyah walks past Jenna to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“What are you talking about?” She looks at her sisters confused.

Mia’s rolling her eyes, standing up from the couch. “Did you not see the way she was looking at you?”

“No? How was she looking at me?” She turns to her mom who had a hint of a smile on her lips as if she knew something. Jenna was starting to feel left out. 

“She likes you, Jen.” Her brother speaks up, not even bothering to look up from his phone. 

“What? You guys are crazy. We barely know each other.” Jenna starts shaking her head furiously, turning to Enrique, her stylist and close friend. “Enrique, tell them they’re being crazy.”

But he shrugs, sharing that same Cheshire grin her mom had. “God, not you too.” She clamps her eyes shut with her hands.

“Hey! Watch the eyes!” Her makeup artist warns. 

“Dad?” She drops her hands, pleading at the silent man, who, she knows is listening. Why do Dads do that thing where they let everyone argue, only stepping in when the Mom asks for backup. 

He remains in character – staying silent.

“You guys don’t know what you’re talking about. She was literally here for five seconds. How could you possibly think she likes me from that.” Jenna turns to everyone else.

“I don’t know, Jen. The eyes never lie.” Mia says, privy to the way your smile fell when Jenna mentioned being spotted for publicity tonight. 

“I’m– I’m late for interviews, I need to go,” Jenna mutters, grabbing her purse and walking to the door. 

–

“This is gonna blow up.” Your producer says from beside you. 

“I don’t know. I still think it’s missing something.” You sigh, sliding the headphones off as you slump onto the plush leather seats. 

You sneaked off to the studio not too far from the hotel in lower Manhattan. See you would have told Link or anyone really, but you were trying to be discreet. And Link is one ‘ol snitch and the personal fun police. 

It seems after your fight with Jenna, Jake and Liv put you under strict instructions not to leave the hotel unless accompanied by someone from your team. 

You’re not a fucking child. You don’t need a babysitter. So here you are, with your producer in the studio trying to record this damn song you’ve been stuck on for three months.

“Maybe it’s time to scrap the song then.” He offers. “It’s never gonna be done before Coachella.”

Immediately you are shaking your head. No, this song is special, you can feel it. If only you can get your head out of your own ass long enough to find the damn words. 

“No, just– just put it on hold. Let’s work on something else.”

He sighs, clicking the screen to pull up another file. “Your call.”

The buzzing of your phone against the wooden table echoes into the silence that grew as you waited. “Ah fuck.”

Reaching over, you grab the phone and are bombarded by a flurry of texts and missed calls. 

Some from Jenna, some from your bodyguard and driver, most from Link.

Jenna’s is the first one you click.

The phone rings three times before it gets picked up. Muffled, loud voices are all you hear at first before she eventually speaks up, “Hello?”

“Hey, I am so–”

“Where the hell are you? You’re ten minutes late. We’re all waiting for you.” Her tone is sharp and snipped. 

You had fucked up.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, I’ll be right there– there was…. uh.” You stand, gathering your jacket and silently bidding your producer goodbye as he looks on confused. “There was a lot of traffic. I am so sorry, I’m trying to make it as fast as I can.”

She sighs through the phone, “It’s…fine. Just get here as soon as you can, please.”

A little white lie never killed anybody.

You make it to the restaurant in record time. Pushing through the paparazzi camping outside the restaurant doors. Do they have no shame? Clearly not as they shout Jenna’s name at you; asking if you were there to see her, trying to get their piece of the scoop. Thankfully, the security guard had seen you and personally ushered you to the cast‘s table. Someone must have informed them that you were coming.

You’re still blinking away the spots in your vision from the camera flashes when you feel an arm pulling you down to sit. 

“What took you so long?”Jenna asked assertively, scanning you.

“I told you. Traffic.” You plaster a smile at all the eyes on you, subtly shrugging Jenna’s arm off yours with a little bit of attitude.

You don’t miss her clenched jaw. Plastering a smile in front of her costars who were trying their best not to gawk at you. "Well, where were you then? No one could get a hold of you, we were worried."

You tried your hardest to school your genuine surprise at her worry. "Sorry. I was working. My phone was off."

“Hi! I’m Melissa, it’s so nice to meet you, I’m a big fan.” A brunette extends her hand from across the long table – interrupting Jenna before she can say anything else.

You make the usual greetings, introducing yourself to Jenna’s costars and colleagues. You felt a bit like a trophy wife if you were being honest. Like eye candy on her arm, serving only to make her look good. Upon that realization, you feel a little flushed. You’re not sure why, that is the whole point of this whole thing. 

Her castmates have been sending you two knowing eyes over dinner — giving Jenna inconspicuous smirks and smug grins as if you couldn’t see. You keep your head down after the pleasantries are over and the main courses are brought out. 

Grateful, you don’t have to talk about your upcoming projects any longer.

“What’s wrong?” You nudge her elbow, noticing how she was pushing away some pieces of food on her plate. 

“I don’t like apples.” She mutters. 

You can’t fight the smile that creeps on your lips but you don’t tease. “Just push them off to the side and I’ll eat it.”

She looks at you. “You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” You shrug taking a sip of your wine. 

“That doesn’t gross you out or anything? I know some people are weird about that sort of thing.” Jenna explains. 

“Dude, I’ll eat your apples, chill.” You laugh.

“Okay, thanks…” She mumbles, still looking at you but you turn, talking to Mason and his girlfriend.

Jenna feels a nudge on her side. “What?” 

“You two are cute.” Jasmin smirks. “And Y/N L/N? Not a bad catch at all.”

“Stop.” Jenna blushes. Unsure if she feels uncomfortable that some of her close and respected friends believe this lie so easily.

–

“Hey, give them some space!” The security guard shouts as the paparazzi come rushing toward the door as soon as the cast steps out. 

You were standing in the lobby waiting for Jenna. “Shit…” You hear her mutter, watching as she searches for something in her bag. 

“What’s up?” You ask.

“I forgot my sunglasses in my room. The flashes hurt my eyes.” She frowns. Wordlessly, you fish the pair you stashed in your jacket. 

“Here, wear mine.” You hold the glasses out, watching as she just stares at it. Rolling your eyes, you push it toward her. “Dude, just take it.”

“Thanks…” She mumbles, sliding them up her hair. 

You walk ahead of her, holding the door open as everyone trickles out. You’re regretting giving Jenna your only sunglasses cause the flashes are bright and it’s making your eyes water.

“Go ahead,” You usher, only leaving once everyone’s gone ahead of you. You trail behind ignoring the various men with large cameras chasing you as you walk down the sidewalk. 

“Y/N over here, please! Just one photo.”

“Y/N, just one photo of you and Jenna, please!” 

“What do you have to say about Vegas?”

You ignore them keeping your head down trying not to fall behind. 

“Where’s Y/N?” You hear over the sea of nameless faces. 

“Right here.” You say, sliding in beside her.

You miss the subtle sigh of relief she lets out.

“You can’t just walk behind everyone like that.” She grits, frustratedly.

"I tried to keep up." You mumbled like a scolded husband.

The shouting increases when you stand beside one another; practically rendering you blind with all the flashes. “Dammit.” 

You place an hand on her back, pushing her forward. “Put on the sunglasses and walk.”

“Y/N, please over here. Jenna!” The shouting is constant and blurs altogether all at the same time. 

“Ow.” You feel Jenna tumble when someone bumps her side causing her to bump harshly against you. Firmly, you grab her arm to preventing her from falling and pushed back against the crowd to check on her.

“Are you okay?” you ask worriedly as she fixes the lopsided glasses. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“Hey. Watch it–” You grit at the closest person holding a camera. “It wasn’t me.”

The man insists, still shamelessly snapping flashes directly into your face and you begin to grow angry, slapping the camera out of his hands. “I said fucking watch it, asshole.”

You glare for a brief moment as the shouting gets impossibly louder. Knowing if you didn’t pull Jenna out of this, chaos would ensue. You link hands and drag her through the crowd, briskly walking to her castmates who shared looks of concern.

“Are you okay?” You ask, still walking but now barricaded by security and her friends.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise.” She squeezes your hand but then sighs, “You shouldn’t have done that.”

You scoff, “Are you serious? That guy pushed you.” 

“It was an accident and you kinda overreacted.” She whispers lowly. 

You clench your jaw, dropping her hand — Not wanting to blow up in front of her colleagues, you walk swiftly ahead.

You don’t talk even when you are both side-by-side being driven back to the hotel. Her driver has the partition up halfway but you see the nosy glances he keeps making at the rearview mirror as you and Jenna sit in silence; acutely aware to the growing tension between you and the actress.

You refuse to speak, just looking out the window as other cars pass by on the street. 

“Are you done ignoring me now?” She speaks up but you still don’t want to talk. “Seriously?”

“Y/N all he did was push me. A little shove, that’s all. I’m okay. What’s not okay is the phone call you know we’re going to get from Liv and Sarah about that guy’s camera.”

“He deserved it.” You mumble through the palm holding your head up. 

“I’m not saying he didn’t but you can’t just be aggressive to paparazzi like that. It’s exactly what they want.” She reasons, turning to you. Hoping you’ll finally look at her. 

“I know…”

“Look at me, please?” She places a hand on your arm.

You turn, keeping your face impassive.

She sends you a shy smile then laughed. “I mean it though, thank you for having my back. My Dad is gonna think this whole thing is hilarious.”

“Why?” You can’t help but join in.

“He’s a cop, so he’s a little protective. He’s been waiting to shove away a pap for the longest time. He’s gonna be so mad you beat him to it.” 

You laugh imagining her father’s reaction. 

–

“You haven’t seen Scream? Not even the original?” Jenna turns bewildered like it was the most blasphemous thing she’s ever heard. You were in her hotel suite, watching movies. For some reason, Jenna invited you over to her room after being dropped off at the hotel. “How? You’re an actress.”

You couldn’t think of a good reason to say no so you accepted.

“Yeah, sorry. Jeez. Way to sound like a film snob. I didn’t know there was a checklist of movies to watch before becoming an actor.” You snort reaching for more popcorn from the bowl beside you. 

“Shut up.” She hits you with the remote. “How have you not seen any of the Scream movies? You’re literally going to my premiere tomorrow.”

You hold up your hands in surrender, throwing a couple of kernels in your mouth. “Sorry, they’re not really my cup of tea.”

She rolls her eyes, snatching some popcorn from your hand, ignoring your protests. “Oh sorry, I forgot we have an action star in our midst.”

It was your turn to hit her arm, “Shut it. I just mean… I haven’t found the time to sit and watch them. They’re not exactly short films.”

“You’re in the MCU and Dune. Don’t talk to me about long movies.”

“Touché…” You can’t beat her there. They are ridiculously long movies. Probably why you’ve only ever seen them during premiere night and never again. “Well, put one on then. Let’s see what all the hype is about.”

She grins scrambling for the remote. “You’re on.”

You wait for her to pull up the Scream catalogue, chuckling at her visible excitement.

“Hey, why did you become an actress? and singer while we’re at it, Miss Grammy winner.” She nudges your shoulder.

You snort, shoving her lazily. “Shut up… Do you want the press interview answer or the real one?”

She raises a brow, immediately deciding. “The real one.”

You nod, feeling like she would say that.

“My mom... She was a rising star in the 80s but something happened and she never got to live out her dreams. When she had me she put me through all of the arts. I bumped and failed with most of them but acting and singing kinda stuck… I guess she saw those were the only two things I could stand so she pushed and pushed, it led to Jake discovering me and here we are.”

Jenna stays silent processing your story, she doesn’t miss the slight solemness your tone had taken. "Why do I feel like there's more to it than that?"

You chuckle, licking your lips. "Caught me... it's why I don't talk to my parents anymore."

"Oh..."

"Yeah. As soon as I turned eighteen I cut ties with them. She got too controlling, wanting money, wanting autonomy over my career so I took Link with me and moved to L.A. and did it on my own. I think... at some point acting became a spite thing with me because of her.

“Spite?” Jenna asks?

“Yeah… it was all I’ve ever known for a long time until I started making music. Probably the only time I’ve ever felt sure about a decision.”

"Oh..." Jenna finds herself saying again.

"Uh–sorry. I didn't mean to make it weird. We can just forget about it." You curl into yourself, tugging the blanket to your lap.

Jenna blinks, feeling dumb that she's made you think her silence is a bad thing.

"No..." She grabs your wrist. "Thank you for sharing with me."

You look into her eyes, feeling a bit small at her kind eyes. You know it's not out of pity but you couldn't help but want to close up again.

Pulling your hand away from her grip, you cough. "Of course, we're friends now."

"Oh, are we?" Jenna ignores the drop in her chest when you pulled away like that. “Okay, what’s the press answer then?”

“That I watched the movie Cabaret when I was younger and wanted to be like Liza Minelli.” You admit.

Jenna scoffs, “That’s literally my answer.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah except, it’s Dakota Fanning in Man on Fire.”

You chuckle, “doesn’t Denzel die in that one?”

“Yeah and what about it?” She raised a brow.

"But see, don’t fight it we’re meant to be friends... we even share the same answer."

"Shut up, dummy. Every actor has some sort of answer like that.”

Eventually, the two of you start a marathon of the Scream franchise. Which in hindsight, is kind of a bad idea seeing as it was way past midnight and the other actress still has a long week ahead of her. It seems like the events of the day catch up to her cause you feel a head slipping on your shoulder; distracting your focus halfway through Scream 3.

Jenna had fallen asleep with her head on your shoulder. You fight the urge to tense up not wanting to wake her up. She looked like she needed the rest and you relate more than anyone to her exhaustion. 

“Jenna…” You lightly tap, “You fell asleep, you need to go to bed.”

She grumbles, whining in her slumber. You feels your cheeks warm when she unconsciously moves to snuggle closer to you, throwing an arm over your waist.

Fuck.

Really?

God, I am not your strongest soldier. 

“Jen, seriously. Wake up.” You shake her arm.

“What?” She complains, her words muffled by your collarbone.

“You need to go to bed.”

The feeling of her soft lashes brushing against the material of your shirt as she blinks sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh…”

Jenna mumbles mortified. Quickly pushing herself off of you, unable to look you in the eyes. “Sorry.”

You don't mention how she might have punched your stomach and that you were desperately trying not to cough.

“S’okay…” You shake your head softly. You couldn't help but notice the way her hair fell over her eyes messily. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asks once she regains her senses, waking up from her short slumber.

Something tells Jenna she won’t be sleeping with how fast her heart is pounding; uncertain as to where her sudden anxiety is coming from. 

“Yeah… I’ll be waiting for you inside.” You stand gathering your belongings.

“Wait, you’re not walking the carpet with me?” Jenna pulled a face.

You raise a brow, “No? At least, I wasn't told I had to. They just said I had to show up.”

“Oh… okay.” She nods then sighed, long and profound.

You continue to raise a brow but don’t say anything. Not wanting to push her. You remember the last time you guys fought and are immediately turned off. No thanks, not trying to open that can of worms.

“Okay. Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” She leans against the door.

Her premiere is a success. After borderline shoving you inside a tinted Cadillac, Link brushes your vintage Prada gown down; making sure you are in tip-top movie-star shape. You don’t walk the carpet, instead heading straight inside – making headlines. 

Your every damn move is a headline these days.

Silently thanking whatever God was out there that you didn’t because the way your jaw dropped when you see Jenna was downright embarrassing. Your reaction would surely have been a running piece if cameras were around.

Your managers would love it though.

Link had to forcefully elbow your side as Jenna walks up to greet you. 

“Wow…” You manage to say. “You look stunning Jenna.”

Jenna was glad for the dim lights in the theatre, “Thanks.” She blushes, casting her eyes down.

“You look great too.” She scans you up and down, suddenly feeling warm under her gape. 

Maybe it was the way her makeup is done or the deconstructed tuxedo for a dress that she had on tonight but she looked more mature, intimidating? Like she could throw you around a little and you’d just gladly ask her to do it again.

Wait, what?

“Thanks… Link and I should head to our seats but I just wanted to congratulate you. This is seriously amazing.” You express sincerely.

Jenna flushes more, waving you off with a huff and a lazy hand. “Please.”

“Seriously!”

Link coughs loudly, interrupting the bubble you and Jenna found yourselves in. “Okay, someone’s a little impatient. We better go.”

A hand reaches out, grabbing you. “Do you wanna, maybe, I don’t know. Sit beside me?”

You turn, surprised. “Oh? What about Enrique?” You glance at her stylist standing just behind her pretending like he wasn’t listening; fiddling on his phone. 

“I’m sure he won’t mind switching to sit with Link, right Enrique?” She turns, asking her friend.

He grins widely, “Nope. All good with me!”

“Perfect!” She smiles at you, still grabbing your arm. 

“We’ll be down there!” Jenna calls out to Link and Enrique linking your fingers out of nowhere as you walk to beside her costars.

You still don’t say anything when Jenna wraps herself around you when you make it to your seats, waving as people cheer with a large smile before pulling you to sit down. 

Only then did she pull herself away, “sorry about that.”

“All good.” You mumble after realizing what happened; turning to face the large screen.

Perfect photo op.

“Hey is that sharpie on your dress?”

“Yes.” She sighs.

The rest of the night goes off without a hitch but you can’t stop the growing unpleasantness in your chest. You decide to brush it off and save face for Jenna’s night. Your sulking and feelings can wait in the privacy of your own four walls and definitely not at a high-profile movie premiere.

By the time you found yourself at the NBC building in a random dressing room at the SNL studio, waiting for Jenna’s monologue you forget all about it. You lay lazily on a stiff and most likely old couch, scrolling through your phone. 

A knock on the door has you pulling off your headphones. “Come in.”

“Hey Y/N.” A head peaks in making you sit up briskly. “Aliyah, hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just uh– Jenna’s asking for you.” She sends a sheepish smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

“Oh,” Your head perks up. “Is she okay?” You question, following the smaller girl past hallways that all looked the same; trying not to bump into the various stagehands buzzing around. 

“Yeah, yeah, she’s kinda freaking out, though and… we can’t get her to calm down.” You both stop at a closed door. 

“Oh… why me?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“Uh… okay she didn’t exactly say you but I saw your episode and you were hilarious and who better to talk her down than someone who’s done it before.” She flashes a large grin before opening the door and shoving you inside.

The room is empty save for Jenna dressed in a short-legged suit. You force yourself to blink, reminding yourself that you are on a time crunch.

“Jenna.”

She snaps her head at your voice, and a noticeable tremble in her fingers is the first thing you see. “What–what are you doing here? I thought you’d be in your seat by now.”

“Your sister asked me to come.” You admit, walking forward.

“I’m fine. Go to your seat, I’ll see you after the show.” She turns her back to you, looking over sheets of paper with multi-coloured inked notes scribbled on every open space.

“Take a deep breath for me, Jenna.” You walk closer, slowly bringing the hand tightly clutching her notes down. The bones in her fingers relax as she drops the paper. She doesn’t say anything when you don’t disconnect your hands. 

You find yourself standing much closer to her.

“Take a deep breath.” You repeat.

Jenna closes her eyes, inhaling a long, deep and audible breath in then out. She clutches your fingers as she does so, unconsciously leaning back against you to ground her bubbling anxiety. 

She stays in your hold with her back against your chest: a death grip on your fingers. Your swipe a thumb over the skin of her hand. “It’ll be okay…”

“Thanks…” Jenna looks into your eyes, taking one last deep breath.

Briefly, you hold her gaze feeling tepid under the intense look in her eyes. You can’t tell what they're saying but for some reason, the way her dark pupils seemed softer under the fluorescent lights had you under a spell.

And for a fleeting second, you thought she was leaning in closer to you — eyes flickering to your lips.

“Don’t mention it.” You drop her hand immediately, taking wide steps back.

Not liking the way her eyes flickered down.

You don’t like what that could possibly mean.

Jenna’s turning rapidly, pretending not to notice as you take sizable steps away from her. “What did my sister say?”

You laugh, shoving your hands in your jacket. “That she liked my SNL episode and thought someone who’s done it before can talk you down.”

“Talk me down?” She scrunches her nose.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” You shrug.

“Your episode was okay.” Jenna turns away to face a mirror, brushing away her bangs.

You take the bait, glad she wasn’t trembling anymore. “Okay? I got the whole cast to break, it’s considered a classic. It was nominated for an Emmy that year.”

“It didn’t win though.”

You scoff playfully, “I’m leaving. You clearly don’t need my help anymore.”

She laughs obnoxiously as you stomp out of her dressing room. “Wait.”

You stop just before you open the door. “Yeah?”

“Thank you… for talking me down.” She tucks a hair backs, a little shy.

The small smile creeping on your face is hard to subdue. “Don’t mention it. Now, go. You’re gonna kill it.” You wink, exiting the dressing room.

“She’s all good.” You tell her team.

“That’s it? She hasn’t calmed down all day, it takes you – what, five minutes?” Enrique crosses his arms. Jenna’s mom smirks, patting his back then walked past him and into the room as the rest of her family slowly trickled in; her sisters staring at you intensely.

“Uh sorry?” You blush furiously, walking off in the other direction to find your seat.

Jenna kills it, but that was never a surprise. You can tell she’s nervous throughout her monologue but after Fred Armisen does his bit – from beside you, which had been a pleasant surprise. She begins to grow confident, feeling pleased with your embarrassment when the camera pans to you and Fred.

You’d get her back for that. Making a mental note to cook up a special revenge plan, just for her.

Eventually, she falls into the role naturally. Nailing her punchlines perfectly, working the crowd like an expert, and exquisitely performing her skits. It’s a shock to you when you overhear someone behind you say she’s never done live stage work before.

She's so natural at it.

It's a privilege to watch her perform.

You nearly die when she changes into a red suit as she introduces the musical guest of the night.

Actually, you begin to slide off your seat when she comes out in a pinstripe suit — a reference to the Addams family you overheard in passing.

When credits roll and the ‘LIVE’ sign turns off. You remain in your seat. Unsure if you are just admiring her or if it’s ‘cause your legs no longer functioned. You can’t fight that admiration as it grows when you see how supportive her family is as they cheer her on and celebrate this win as one unit. 

You smile, wishing you can relate. At least some people had that in their lives.

A part of you thinks it makes the whole world’s difference, having a support system like that. But you would never know.

Silently, you slip out the stage doors and back to the random dressing room you’ve decided to take refuge in. 

You narrowly miss Jenna trying to find you through the masses; her smile dropping a bit when she realizes you’re gone.

– 

You don’t get a chance to personally congratulate Jenna because Link was bursting into the dressing room — after complaining about trying to find you for ten minutes. Rambling on how you’re needed back in Los Angeles and there was no time to say goodbye.

When you catch the other actress it’s by pure stroke of luck. You're going through checkout at the hotel, waiting for Link to do all the work as you wait behind him. 

You feel slightly guilty that you're just leaving without warning.

You should send Jenna a text, right? But would she even care if you left so suddenly? She did want you out of the city just a few days ago.

But then, you two literally just, might’ve, maybe, almost kissed/shared a moment in her dressing room, so who knows what you should do at this point.

You feel a migraine forming at the base of your skull, the longer you thought about the other actress.

“Y/N?” A voice breaks your self-deprecating thoughts. You turn to see Jenna with her team and family trailing beside her.

Jenna’s smile falls when she sees your bags. Her family walks ahead but you certainly don’t miss their curious eyes as she stops in front of you.

“Where are you going?” Her eyes keep flickering between you and your bags.

Link avoids her sharp, accusing eyes.

“Back to L.A. sorry I was just about to send you a text, actually.” You confessed, a little ashamed. 

It felt like you got caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing… like when you lie to your long-time partner about the real reason why you want some time apart.

“A text?” She raises an unamused brow not liking your answer.

“Yeah, Jake wants me back in L.A. Uh– sorry, was I supposed to tell you?” You ask, a bit confused.

“Tell me?” She scoffs, face dropping. “Yeah, you’re supposed to tell me. I was going to invite you to dinner to celebrate with my family and the SNL cast tonight. But you weren’t even in the audience anymore by the time I finished.”

“Sorry… I thought you’d want to celebrate with your family.” You shrug lamely, torn between feeling guilty and confused at her reaction to the news of your sudden departure.

She made it feel like you were trying to escape.

“Well, I thought–” 

She cuts herself off with a huff then looked back as her family waits for her by the elevator.

“Thought what?”

As if remembering she was still out in a very public setting, after hosting one of the most recognizable programs in America; Jenna blinks out of it. Shoving her feelings down.

“Nothing. Have a safe flight back to L.A. I’ll see you in a few days… or weeks” She mumbles with an edginess to her words, walking away before you can say anything else.

“Tough break, buddy.” Link pats a comforting hand on your shoulder as you were rendered speechless. Unsure if you should chase her down and apologize.

Damn can she walk fast in those heels.

But, why would you be apologizing for having to do your job?

But the way her brow creased like she was actually upset caused an unpleasant drop in your chest. Not enjoying how she was upset and that it seemed like it was all your fault. You? Nah. Maybe she’s still dealing with other stuff and is just taking it out on you. 

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“What. Just. Happened.” You turn, aggressively snatching your card from the hotel worker who definitely enjoyed the show.

“Are you blind?” He scoffs then walks away from you.

“What do you mean? Link… what do you mean?” 

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