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toughtink · 10 months
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got caught up on spy x family manga and 😱😱😱 it gave me my favorite feelings to get from identity shenanigans i’m so excited for whatever comes next!!! that spyx sure can family!
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stratiks · 2 months
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Memories :D
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yoohyeontual · 6 months
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I’m suppose to paint but my moral is so low right now…
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#i Need to do it today cause I forced my dad to go buy the thing so I could do it yesterday (but I slept 5h I was afraid of making mistake)#but I didn’t so I need to do it today cause it will take more than a day and I seriously need to find a job#my health is on line two now I need to go for my eyes and that cost money money that I don’t have at all#i feel like my body is dropping me like how can it be possible to have so many problems at the same time ?????#like they are all pretty minor I’m not gonna d*e but it still really annoying especially when you wanna live your life#but you don’t have force to do it#Sowon also needs food again and I’m not sure if my parents can help me again… I’m loosing my mind#also my brother feeling depress and I feel like my dad cares so much about it more than mine ????#maybe he dosen’t realise it or maybe I don’t show it as much so that would be on me#but without having end up in the hospital I feel like I’m at pretty much the same level as him 😐#except that I force myself to enjoy what I love so I don’t end up worst than I am which he stopped doing#there’s already a gigantic favouritism on my dad side with my brother so maybe I’m just crazy and scared my dad end up feeling the same way#maybe it’s just being scared of it and not the reality idk but it’s messing with my brain so bad I’m tired#but also I can’t even tell my dad one of the biggest reason I got depressed in the first place but at this point he would tell me to get#over it I’m pretty sure 🙄#anyway I’m gonna go paint I guess#wish me luck for everything it seriously need to stop 😭#alex.txt#tw negative#tw negativity
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lyriumsings · 7 months
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i hate it when you have Long Sleep and it’s bad i just woke up and my neck hurts lol
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skeletonsinboth · 1 year
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Becoming an adult is realizing how many family members have undiagnosed adhd
#i mean of course i cant diagnose them........ but#im the first in my family to be diagnosed that i know of#then my sister#i suspect my brother has it too tho. i suspected it of him before i suspected it of myself#but this made me realize something interesting#the only person on my dads side of thr family diagnosed with any mental disorders is my dad#he has dyslexia#but he was never treated for it in any way and ended up dropping out of high school partially bc of that#which was in the 80s#and i think..... he got diagnosed bc they wanted a reason for why he was '''''''stupid'''''''#even tho. ofc hes not. hes told stories about how he'd sleep through entire classes or just not pay any attention#and then pass the finals with no preparation especially math#but. in the 80s. younger brother of a more 'normal' child. has struggles?????? reading?????? and writing???????#what is this monstrosity??????????#so he got diagnosed and his mom and teachers felt better bc there was a reason. but no one helped him with it#and no one has been diagnosed with any mood disorders except maybeeeeee my older cousins but that would've been on their own#not their parents actually caring 💀💀#idk how my brother hasn't been diagnosed with adhd tho???? bc he had like. classic adhd boy child in school problems#idk when it started getting recognized more tho maybe he was just too old lol#but now. as an adult. with multiple mental illnesses. im like. wow. this is GENETIC#my dad and grandfather especially#and that's the thing like. i remember my dad cycling through hobbies a lot when i was younger#hed get really into models. then not touch one for years. really into building guitars. not touch one for years. really into train sets. n-#but i remember my mom joking like ahahaha my husband cycles through his hobbies then he just drops them ahahahah#hes silly like that#now im like. bro. hes hyperfixating. and he does it exactly the same as i do 😭😭😭#anyway. that's my thoughts for the night
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hopefulromantic1 · 3 months
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The Sweetest Taboo part 1 - Trent Alexander-Arnold
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Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister
Summary:
The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.
Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, maybe angst
Word Count: 9.7K
Note: I've been playing around with this idea for a while and I've just to decided to start posting it rather than keep re-writing it 100 times. I hope you'll like it and yes there will definitely be more than just this part (idk how many yet though).
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two
 
You could not believe the conversation you were in the middle of right now. You innocently came to your family home, thinking it was going to be a calm family day with everyone being  present for once but here you were being forced into your little brothers’ summer plans. 
“Mum, they are old enough to go on their own, I do not need to be there,” you tried to argue with your mother in support of Jude & Jobe’s pleas to go on holiday in Los Angeles. 
“Exactly, y/n is right we can definitely go alone,” Jude added to your argument but she looked at both of you with an unyielding expression. 
“Jobe is not old enough for one,” she bluntly added. 
“Jude can look out for him,” you quickly added in to get the responsibility off your back. 
“I can’t trust Jude to do that,” she shut you down immediately, not giving it any consideration.  
“Hey!” Jude complained and you shook your head because you knew she was right and his impending rant was pointless. Nevertheless, Jude passionately defended himself and Jobe tried to support his older brother. You sighed and stayed quiet because you knew Jude could barely remember his passport, let alone be responsible for the two of them across the world. 
“I said what I said boys, either y/n goes or the two of you change your plans for something more local,” your mum, Denise, stuck by her ultimatum. You leaned your head back on the couch and shook your head. You didn’t even know your younger brothers had plans to go to LA this summer. If they had told you, you would have warned them that trying to convince your mother to let them go on that trip alone would be next to impossible. Against what would have been your advice, they sillily decided to spontaneously drop the topic during this family day.
“Okay well y/n can you come with us?” Jobe caved first and turned to you to ask. Jude looked at him sharply for caving before looking at you silently begging you to say you wouldn’t accompany them. 
“Mum, I really think they’d be okay on their own, they aren’t little anymore,” you pleaded with your mother on their behalf. You didn’t really care if they were responsible enough or not, you just didn’t want the responsibility on your shoulders. 
“My say is final on the topic,” she put her foot down, and left the room with that, leaving you three to battle about the topic. You sighed in defeat about your mother’s final word and turned your head to see Jude’s pouting face. 
“Y/n, please just come, LA would be fun,” Jobe pleaded with you, more caring about going to LA than anything else. 
“I wasn’t planning to go on holiday,” you frowned, “Besides I’m sure you boys don’t actually want me to come on your lads holiday,” you told them what you presumed was true. The three of you got along well but which boys their age would want their big sister to tag along on their holiday in the sun. 
“Y/n, please we’ve already got it planned out and you know mum is not letting us on the plane without you,” Jude turned to pleading for you to come, knowing the option of going alone was no longer on the table. He wanted a boy’s trip, but he wasn’t brave enough to contest his mother’s final word.  You looked at them with an unwilling expression and they quickly turned on the pleases and pretty pleases. In seconds, either boy was holding on to either of your hands and begging you. 
“Alright alright damn, what the heck is in LA that you want to go so desperately?” you asked them, shaking them off your hands. 
“Everyone’s going to be there, it’s the place to be,” Jude informed you to which you rolled your eyes. Everyone’s going to be there probably meant instagram baddies galore but you weren’t going to scar your brain with questions of clarification. 
“Alright fine, just once I can have my space and you two don’t stress me out with reckless behaviour,” you gave them the conditions of your agreement. 
“We’ll be good, promise,” Jobe answered and you actually believed him, Jude on the other hand was not as quick to respond. 
“Jude,” you gave him a stern look, expecting agreement to your terms from him. 
“Yeah yeah, promise,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact with you. You rolled your eyes and got off the couch. 
“If your mother blames me for your drama, I will turn on you,” you warned them. 
“She’s our mother y/n,” Jude countered. 
“Not when she’s looking for someone’s ass to beat, it won’t be me,” you shot back at him to which he stayed quiet. You could see the trouble brewing behind his eyes so you had to make it known between the three of you that no funny business would be tolerated. You didn’t plan to spend summer holidays with your little brothers and you definitely were not going to spend it getting an ear full from your mum about not monitoring them and keeping them out of trouble. They’d have to play their part if they wanted you to cooperate. The boys and you made a deal that they’d be on good behaviour and in turn you promised to stay out of their hair and let them have their holiday fun. 
Time flew and suddenly the day of the trip was tomorrow and although you cleared your schedule to attend, got waxed, did your hair, nails and lashes for the trip you weren’t really in the holiday mood. 
“How is a free holiday to Los Angeles a bad thing?” your friend Halle told you after you grumbled to her about having to go on this trip while packing your suitcase in your room. 
“Because it’s not a holiday, I’m essentially a chaperone,” you complained to her and zipped your suitcase, setting it aside for the night. 
“You could just ignore them and do your own thing,” Halle suggested. 
“Mum would murder me if something happened to her angel boys, I can’t just ignore them,” you reminded Halle. You didn’t plan to rule with an iron fist but you knew your mum would be asking for updates and if any scandal broke she’d asked you. You couldn’t exactly ignore them. 
“True but they are grown now, you can still have fun,” she encouraged you. 
“Fun in a house full of my little brother’s friends?”  You scowled at the reality of the circumstance. 
“When you say it that way…it sounds awful,” Halle conceded. 
“Exactly,” you agreed. 
“At least the shopping would be good, and the weather nice,” she tried to save the reality of the circumstance. You sighed and nodded. 
“Yeah I guess, maybe I can go shopping at least,” you shrugged trying to see the bright side and took a seat on your bed next to Halle. She started to pull up things to do in the area you’d be in and eagerly showed you to brighten your outlook. You still weren’t 100% gungho but it was sounding slightly more exciting with Halle’s recommendations and ideas. 
The trip across to Los Angeles was long and stressful because you were in charge of all the passports, paperwork and making sure you three were in the right place on time. You really had to speak to your mother about babying these boys because it seemed whenever they had her or you around they were suddenly incompetent. By the time you arrived at the lush rental home all you wanted to do was sleep. You picked one of the nicest bedrooms - it wasn’t easy to get it but you argued with your brothers that they had to give you that room as your consolation for having to come on this trip. 
You didn’t bother to unpack, you just took a shower after the longest travel day of your life and hoped right into bed. When you finally woke up, you woke up to a noisy house. You groaned as you threw the sheets off your body and rolled your eyes at the ruckus your brothers were making. You stepped out of your bedroom, on route to tell them to quiet down but the presence of more boys than just your brothers stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes widened at the sight of your brother accompanied by a few other guys. You spun on your heels immediately and retreated to your room, hoping none of them noticed you in your less than appropriate sleepwear. You totally forget more of them would be arriving today. You retreated to your little haven and pushed in your headphones to ignore them the best you could. 
After a few hours, and trying to keep yourself busy in your room by unpacking your things and speaking to your mother about the journey, you’d had enough of solitude. You wanted to go out to the pool now that the sun wasn’t as hot. You threw on your swimsuit and a top and made your way out of your room, to the backyard. On your way there you didn’t see anyone and you started to wonder if they went out without telling you. When you got to the pool you still didn’t see or hear anyone which grew your concern. You sent Jude a text asking where he was and he didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes at that and decided to call him. 
“Hey, you alright?” Jude answered the phone to your call. 
“Are you alright? Where are you?” you immediately asked, part accusatory, part concerned. 
“The lads and I just went out to get some food, want anything?” Jude asked you, making you shake your head. 
“Jude, you should have told me you two were leaving the house,” you chastised him. 
“Sorry…it’s just a quick trip,” he tried to defend himself. 
“Next time at least text me you’re leaving,” you lightly scolded him, you didn’t want to be controlling but you’d been looking out for them their whole lives - that instinct surely wasn’t going to stop in a foreign country. 
“Yeah of course, sorry, want food?” he asked again, hoping to make you truly forgive with a food offering. 
“Yeah sure thanks,” you told him, accepting his bride. 
“Cool, we’ll be back soon,” he promised before your brief call ended. You sighed to yourself and shook your head. This was going to be a long trip dealing with your little brothers wanting to live their lads' holiday dreams. You weren’t against them living their life, in fact, you were definitely less strict than your mother but you still had their best interest at heart and that meant protecting them from the foolish actions that go hand in hand with a typical lads holiday. 
“Who was that?” Trent asked Jude when he came off the phone. 
“My sister,” Jude answered, shoving his phone into his pocket. Trent’s eyes lit up at the mention of you but he quickly tried to hide it. 
“Oh? She called to check in?” Trent asked, presuming you were calling from England. 
“Yeah, she’s back at the villa and we left without telling her so she was wondering where we are,” Jude responded, not thinking anything of the questioning but Trent’s heart dropped at the mention of you being in LA presently. 
“She’s here!?” he immediately asked without forethought. Jude looked at him with scrunched eyebrows, finding the tone of the outburst odd. 
“Yeah…she is,” Jude answered, trying to read Trent’s mixed expression. 
“Oh…oh…umm, cool,” Trent tried to play off his shock and focused his attention on the menu ahead that they had already ordered from. Jude looked at him confused but shook his head and let it go. He definitely noticed Trent get flustered but he didn’t want to question why. Another lad stepped into their pairing and changed the topic, for which Trent was grateful for because he was already struggling to hide his shock at the news you were here. 
Trent had only officially met you once. It was at the world cup after a game when Jude introduced him to your parents and you. It was nothing special, all you’d done was smile at him, complimented his talent and given him a friendly hug as he was leaving but he was mesmerised. He went back to the camp that night and spent hours looking through your socials and finding out anything he could about you. Of course he wanted to message you, he wanted to talk to you but you were Jude’s sister - he knew that was dangerous territory so instead he kept his crush to himself. He had not seen you since but with the news you were here with Jude and Jobe - staying in the same house that he’d be staying in - Trent knew it was inevitable he’d see you, and the knowledge of that was making him rethink everything from his outfit choices to if his new braided hairstyle actually looked good or not. 
You got off the phone with Jude and decided to take the quiet of the empty home to your advantage and laid out and soak in the tolerable late afternoon LA sun. Enough time had passed with you out in the warm sun that you started to feel sleepy on the pool lounger. 
“We’re back!” Jude all by shouted, obliterating the sun as he stood over you. You jolted up from the light nap you dozed off to in the previous blissful silence. 
“Shit,” you cursed after being jolted awake, “Where have you been?” you asked him, sitting up in the chair. 
“I told you, we went for food,” Jude looked at you oddly and gestured the food as proof to you. 
“Oh, right,” you nodded, trying to regain full consciousness, “thanks,” you said while standing up from the chair and adjusting the bikini bottom on your hip. 
“I don’t want to be a nag but you’ve got to tell me if you’re leaving the house,” you gently scolded Jude who nodded in acceptance and agreement. Jude asked you if you wanted to eat with them but you looked across to the group of boys and decided not to. 
“I’ll go inside,” you told him, wanting to get out of their hair. You took the food from Jude and said a quick hello to the boys on your way in. Most said hello back, all except the liverpool lad Trent, he seemed slow to respond, only watching you rather than speaking. You didn’t think anything of it, you were only trying to be polite before your escape into the house.
You sat in the living room, watching some netflix on the tv while eating in your own personal bubble. When you were done, you got up to put your stuff in the kitchen but when you got there Trent was also walking into the space. 
“Hey,” you casually said to him, walking past him to the sink. 
“Hey,” he hesitantly responded. You put your plate in the sink and opened the fridge for some water as Trent quietly moved to the sink beside you. You closed the fridge and was met with his side profile as he started to wash his dish and yours. Your eyes flickered over his new look, the cleanly braided cornrows, the freshly tanned skin against a crisp white tank top exposing his toned arms that led to his hands kindly washing your dishes for you. He looked different from the first time you met him, honestly - he looked better. 
“Thanks,” you said to him, leaning your shoulder on the fridge door rather than walking away. 
“Hmm?” he glanced at you confused, his glance was more than fleeting because he quickly averted his eyes back to his task. 
“For washing the dishes, I hate doing that,” you told him, trying to be lighthearted because he seemed rather tense. 
“Oh yeah, no problem,” he quietly replied, keeping his eyes in the sink. You narrowed your eyes a bit at how shy he seemed because whenever Jude talked about him he sounded like he was cheeky and competitive.  
“Well thanks,” you said again, leaning off the fridge, “I like the hair by the way,” you told him, touching his shoulder as you passed behind him to walk away. 
You didn’t look back, you went back to the living room to return to your netflix show but Trent’s head whipped around when you touched him to watch you leave. His eyes glued to your ass, still only clad in your bikini, but his brain could barely form a thought as the chills ran up his spine from your brief touch and overt compliment on his appearance. He snapped back into himself and hyper focused on scrubbing the dishes in front of him while taking deep breaths to calm down. 
When he returned to the boys outside, he was quieter than before because he was stuck in his head replaying his interaction with you over and over. 
“You alright bro?” Jobe asked him,noticing Trent’s silence as the boys carried on chatting. 
“Yeah, yeah I’m good,” Trent quickly replied and shook the thought of you out of his head for the moment. He needed to get a grip on his crush if he was going to survive this trip. He didn’t want Jude and Jobe to notice the heart eyes that came over him whenever he saw you. It was embarrassing enough to interact with you, he wouldn’t be able to deal with your brothers knowing. 
The following morning you woke up late and found the house pretty quiet. However, you quickly learnt that was because the noise transferred to outside the house. Loud rap music assaulted your ears as you made it to the kitchen. The outdoor speakers rang over that side of the house as the bright morning sun shone in. You rubbed your eyes as you walked over to the source of the music to find out why there was a need to be shaking the villa with the sounds of Gunna at this time of day. The answer to that question was your brothers and Trent were exercising by the pool. You were planning to complain but you got distracted by the view. The view being Trent shirtless and sweaty doing lunges as the sunlight reflected off the pool and onto his brown skin. Your conscious brain shut off for a minute as your previously undiscovered attraction to him took over. You noticed the day before that he looked good, better than you remembered but to you that was just an objective appreciation. You didn’t actually feel anything but right now, you’d be lying if you didn’t feel something, particularly something lewd as you watched the muscles flex in his bare back. 
“Morning, y/n,” Jude smiled and came over to you. He slug his sweaty arm over your body, pulling you to his equally sweaty body. 
“Ew!” you complained and shoved him off. Your complaint was met by his chuckle but he willingly let go of you. 
“Wanna join?” Jude asked and you promptly refused. 
“No, I just came to see what all the noise was about,” you folded your arms and glanced over to Trent who was now bringing a bottle of water to his plump lips. 
“You alright?” you turned to Jude, asking him an unneeded question simply to tear your eyes off his friend. 
“Yeah yeah,” Jude enthusiastically answered, not seeming to have noticed your lustful glance across the yard. 
“Okay well, I’ll be inside, have fun,” you said and escaped the backyard and retreated to your room. 
When you got back to your room you went straight for the shower to get ready for the day and to wash away the thoughts you had about Trent earlier. You thought you could wash them away but you couldn’t. When you were done, you laid on your bed, still in your towel, contemplating life i.e contemplating if Trent was always that hot. You took to the internet to find out, quickly finding him on instagram through your brother's page and looking through all of his recent photos. To your surprise, he, in fact, was pretty hot all this time. 
“Huh,” you said to yourself and put down the phone to stare at the ceiling, “You can’t go there though y/n,” you told yourself. Your brother’s friend? No way. Sure, Trent was older than them and he was very attractive but he was still your little brothers’ friend. That would be too weird. You quickly shut down your budding crush and cleared Trent’s page from your instagram search history. You put the attraction down to you just being bored on this trip and left it alone. There are plenty of fish in the sea, you don’t need to stress yourself over affection for this particular fish. 
You decided to really remove yourself from temptation you had to physically remove yourself from the house. You spent the day going shopping and exploring the city on your own. The boys said they would be going on some hike and then just hanging out for most of the day. You didn’t ask the details of what hanging out meant, you just told them to be safe and went about your way. When you got home you pretended like you didn’t see the addition of women to their hang out and went to your room. 
You updated Halle with a haul of all you bought and watched a movie on your laptop to pass the time. As night fell Jude came knocking on your day. He didn’t wait for you to answer, he came waltzing in after a short knock. 
“Hey,” he said, dropping down on your bed. 
“Hey,” you said, laying at the head of the bed on your laptop. 
“So…you doing anything tonight?” he asked you in a tone that you knew meant he had a hidden agenda. 
“No,” you told him and looked at him with a questioning eye.
“Do you…want to come to the club?” he asked and you rolled your eyes. 
“Do you mean you want to go to the club and want me to be cool with it?” you clarified what his true intentions were. 
“Pretty much,” he confessed, “Everyone’s going it’s going to be really good,” he tried to sell his dream. 
“You two can go, I’ll stay home,” you put him out of his misery before he started to beg. 
“Yeah? Great - I mean if you want to come that’d be cool,” he cheerily said, getting off the bed. 
“I don’t need to come to the club with my kid brothers, I’m good,” you told him, turning your attention back to your laptop. 
“We’re not kids and you act like such a granny,” he poked your side. 
“I don’t! I just don’t need to witness my brothers trying to pull all night,” you told him. He looked embarrassed at you reading the situation at first but shook off the shame quickly. 
“You say it like we can’t pull,” he folded his arms, feeling offended now rather than embarrassed. 
“I mean…can you?” you teased and his face fell. He picked up a pillow at your foot and threw it at you in retaliation. “Hey!” you shrieked when the soft pillow hit you. 
“You’re so rude,” he scoffed, and scowled as you laughed. 
“Just honest,” you winked and he rolled his eyes. “Have fun though, just don’t get into trouble and don’t drink too much,” you gently warned him. He nodded at your instructions, taking them on in earnest. 
“Okay, we’ll let you know when we’re leaving,” Jude replied on his way out the door. You nodded and returned to your movie. 
A couple hours later while the boys got ready, you went out of the kitchen to make a snack. While out there, Trent came into the kitchen dressed for the night. He noticed you from behind first but he was too nervous to say anything. You closed the fridge door, turning around with a cube of chocolate in your hand and smiled when you saw him. 
“Hey,” you said to Trent who was standing on the other side of the island. 
“Hey,” he smiled at you and your heart skipped a little beat but you tried to hide your widening smile by taking a bite of the chocolate in your hand. 
“I take it you’re also going to the club tonight?” you asked him, leaning on your elbows on the island. Trent’s eyes instinctively fluttered down to your now obvious cleavage but he averted them just as quickly back to your face. 
“Yeah, it was Jude’s idea,” Trent replied, hoping his voice sounded steady. You nodded at that and stood up straight, walking around the kitchen island to his side. 
“Sounds like him,” you shrug as you walk to stand in front of him. “You look nice,” you told him, obviously looking over his outfit. Trent’s face lit up at that and he couldn’t hide the smile. 
“Thanks…are you coming out tonight?” he asked you, hoping you were. 
“No, I wouldn’t want to intrude on you boys' fun,” you told him, sinking your stance into your hip and crossing one leg in front of the other. Your slight movement causes Trent’s eyes to drift over you. 
“Oh, well that’s a shame,” he told you, scratching at the side of his face to distract himself from the thoughts of how good you looked despite being casually dressed. You nodded and stood there for a moment, trying to read him but you quickly gave up, reminding yourself you were not planning to get involved with your brother’s friends. 
“Hope you have fun,” you told him, patting his shoulder before walking away. Trent once more couldn’t help but watch as you walked away. He softly groaned to himself when you were out of earshot for how awkward he felt he was in your interaction. He was kicking himself for still not finding a way to talk to you without his heart beating out of his chest and sounding like he’d never spoken to a woman before. He wished he could just make a move and ask you for your number but he was always too nervous. He couldn’t gauge how you felt and he didn’t want to overstep with one of his best mate’s sister.  He sighed and went over to the fridge for water, bottling that interaction inside and heading back to his friend’s room to  join their conversation about which girls they heard were going to be out tonight. Trent could care less about who was going to be there. The girl he wanted was right in this house - he just didn’t know how to get her. 
Jude and Jobe came to your room to say goodbye before leaving and you gave them a quick lecture about not mixing their liquor, staying hydrated and using condoms before they left. Of course, they cringed through the entire speech but you were the adult on this trip. You had to make sure they stayed out of trouble. They went on their way and you enjoyed the house to yourself before drifting off to sleep. 
Later that night - well more so in the early morning, you were deep into dreamland, so deep it took you a while to notice knocking on your door. When you did wake up and realised the gentle knocks were real and not in your dream you groaned and dragged yourself off your bed and swung open the door. 
“Yes?” you answered, grumpily before taking in who was on the other side. On the other side stood Trent. “Trent, what are you doing here?” you asked him, folding your arms over your chest. In folding them you realised you were only in a thin camisole to brave the LA heat. 
“Uh…sorry, but Jude is really sick and we don’t know what to do and Jobe said I should come get you,” Trent blurted out. You sighed and shook your head. 
“Yeah okay, I’m coming,” you told him before closing the door and retreating into your room to put on some pants and a bra. When you reopened the door Trent was still awkwardly standing on the other side. You shook your head and wrote off the strange behaviour to him likely being drunk, presumably how your little brother also was. 
“What happened?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips as you walked into the living room where Jude was laid on the floor in foetal position, Jobe was crouched down next to him patting his back and the other boys were either pacing around, crashed on the couch or talking excessively loud. Jobe looked up at you apologetically upon the announcement of your presence before beginning to confess. 
“He may have had one shot too many,” Jobe sheepishly confessed. You looked over your brothers on the floor and sighed. 
“I told you not to overdo it,” you said to them and knelt down beside Jude, placing your hand on his head. 
“Sorry,” Jobe quietly apologised. 
“Jude, how do you feel?” you asked him quietly. You were upset, but this wasn’t the time to argue with him. 
“Like I’m dying,” Jude moaned in a raspy tone. You sighed and got off from the ground and went to the kitchen. You got a bottle of gatorade from the fridge and went back to your very smashed little brother. You sat with him and made him sit up to slowly sip the drink so he could hydrate his clearly weak body. You rubbed his back and slowly he came to but only enough to rest his head on your shoulder as you soothed him. 
“Please don’t tell mum about this,” Jude muttered to you as he drifted in and out of sleep. 
“I won’t, but you need to be more responsible,” you lightly scolded him. 
“Jobe, come help me get him up,” you instructed the youngest of your trio. 
“I’ll help too,” Trent quickly offered and took over from where you were going to help Jobe lift up Jude. You let him do it and the two of them took Jude to his room with you following behind. Once they got Jude into the bed, you led the two of them out of the room. 
“Why did you let him do that?” you sharply questioned the two of them once Jude’s door was closed. 
“It wasn’t my fault, I didn’t know what he was doing,” Jobe quickly tried to shove off the blame. 
“What do you mean you didn’t know? Where were you?” you questioned Jobe. Jobe averted his eyes at that question, looking at the floor rather than explaining himself. 
“Jude was with me,” Trent offered up his confession. You turned a razor sharp glare his way with that confession. 
“You? You let him get like this?” you sneered, stepping closer to Trent. 
“Well I wouldn’t say let,” Trent cowared and looked away from you. 
“So what did you do? You said you were with him,” you continued on your interrogation. 
“I was but…I didn’t think anything of it at the time,” Trent sheepishly confessed. You rolled your eyes at that. 
“Idiots,” you scoffed and turned to walk away, “I should not have come on this stupid trip,” you grumbled to yourself on your way back to your room. You could only pray that the state of Jude right now would remain a secret between the people currently in this house and there wasn’t video of him behaving like god knows what in the club. If something like that were to happen you wouldn’t be able to rest knowing you let him go with only the supervision of his equally unhinged friends. 
You grumbled to yourself in your bed, unable to fall back into the deep sleep you were previously in after being awoken earlier. Your wakefulness was interrupted by another knock on the door. You shouted for the person to come in, presuming it was probably Jobe but instead it was Trent shyly stepping into your room. 
“Is something wrong with the boys?” you asked, sitting up in bed, presuming he was back to get your help. 
“No, no..I umm…I just wanted to apologise,” he shyly explained, tugging on his fingers with his opposite hand. You looked at him and swung your legs over the edge of the bed to face him. “I’m really sorry,” he reverently apologised. “Oh..okay,” you told him, surprised by his apology. He stood against your now closed door, looking around at everything but you. “So how come you aren’t smashed too?” you asked him after a prolonged silence between you too. 
“I wasn’t really in the mood,” he shrugged and finally turned his gaze to you. 
“So you let my little brother do your shots instead?” you asked him, part joking part accusing. 
“It wasn’t like that,” he tried to make it less damaging, “I mean…I guess he did drink the ones I didn’t,” Trent decided to confess as he remembered how the night went. 
You sighed, shaking your head and got off the bed. You moved toward him and stood in front of him with your arms crossed. “I’m sorry,” he apologised again, seeing your unimpressed expression. 
“Thanks…but next time, I’d appreciate it if he could make it back home on his own two feet,” you told him, turning and walking away toward your bed. Trent watched as you walked away, remaining stuck where he was by the time you got back into bed. 
“Are you planning to stay in my room all night or?” you teased him given his lack of motion to leave. 
“Oh, no I - sorry, I’ll umm…see you tomorrow,” he stuttered over while opening the door. You smiled and waved goodbye at him, chuckling to yourself when he left. Overall, you were pissed about what happened and you should have been upset with Trent for being part instigator in the problem but something about the way he sheepishly apologised and the way he got easily flustered made you forgive him. 
The following morning, you woke up before the house, likely because the boys were heavily hungover. You took to the pool in the quiet time with the intention of a morning swim. You reached the pool deck under the warm morning sun and stretched a bit before dipping into the pool and acclimatising to the temperature. After some time wadding, you started swimming slow laps up and down the pool. It was peaceful to feel the lap of water against your skin with only the sound of the water against your ears as you swam. 
Trent woke up earliest because he didn’t drink the night before. Despite the fatigue, he couldn’t stay asleep any longer so he got out of bed and went to get something to eat. He expected everyone to still be sleeping but as he stepped into the kitchen he could hear movement in the pool outside so he followed the sound. When he got there he saw your figure swimming under the clear blue water, fluidly gliding across the water like a mermaid. He was trapped in your silent siren call, unable to stop watching you.
You reached the end of the pool and poked your head through the surface of the water, rubbing the water out of your eyes before lifting yourself out of the pool and sitting on the edge. You pulled the hair tie out of your bun and flipped your hair over your shoulder to wring out the water and you noticed Trent stood to the slide of the pool. 
“Oh hi,” you greeted him and proceeded to wring the water out of your wet hair. 
“Uh, hi - sorry to interrupt I was just-,” he started to explain but you stopped him. 
“It’s fine,” you told him, getting up to stand on your feet and walk over to him, “I’m sorry for being a bit of a bitch last night,” you apologised to him as you stood in front of him. 
“You weren’t,” Trent quickly replied. You could have beat him with a stick last night and he would have said the same thing. You couldn’t do wrong in his eyes. You looked over his face, studying his cautious demeanour before shrugging his response off. 
“Do you want breakfast?” you asked him, “I was going to make some pancakes,” you explained further and pointed over shoulder to the house. 
“Uh, yeah yeah sure,” he agreed to which you nodded and grabbed your towel. You quickly patted your skin dry and shoved your thin top over your bikini top but didn’t bother with the shorts that would inevitably get wet from your bikini bottom and made your way into the house. Trent followed behind you, always waiting for you to make the first step before following. 
He stood awkwardly at the end of the kitchen island, watching you step to the fridge and start to take out ingredients, unsure what to do. 
“How do you like ‘em?” you asked him, turning to face him. You caught him off guard because his brain was busy trying to think straight. When you turned to him, his eyes landed on the bright pink print of your bikini under your wet thin white top and more obviously, the print of your nipples pressed against the wet top. In my mouth is what his subconscious answer to your question was but he pulled himself together to give an actual answer before the lewd truth came out. 
“Anyway you want to make it is fine,” he answered, “Do you need help?” he asked, finally finding words and offering his assistance despite only being able to cook one thing. 
“Chocolate chip it is then and no I’m fine thanks,” you told him and proceeded to start working on the pancakes. Trent took a seat at the island in silence and tried to shake the horny thoughts from his head. One minute he was nervous, next he was horny, next he was nervous again. All you were doing was making pancakes but he felt like he was trying to navigate a labyrinth in his mind. He watched you for a while in silence, watching you pour flour and crack eggs all with a graceful ease before he finally found a question to ask. 
“So…what do you do?” Trent asked you as you mixed the batter, “For work I mean,” he added when you looked up at him. He knew the answer already, he had covertly asked Jude questions about you over the months since he’d met you but he didn’t want to make that known to you. You smiled a bit of his interest in the topic before explaining to him what it was you did. You were very passionate about your work and you enjoyed talking about it. He listened intentionally and he asked questions in between, making you feel heard. The conversation between the two of you flowed more than you expected it to and you felt increasingly comfortable with him. 
You didn’t really expect to have any connection with him but you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy the breakfast conversation. Often you found men a bit annoyed when you spoke on your career as they began to feel out done but Trent seemed genuinely interested and actually impressed. It was rare and you liked the feeling. Trent also started to feel more confident speaking to you as you brightly replied to his questions and asked him things in return. Finally, he didn’t feel like a fumbling mess around you. 
“That looks perfect,” Trent commented when you flipped the pancake on to the plate. 
“Thanks,” you beamed with pride because you agreed, “I’m pretty good at this,” you winked at him and made his heart skip a beat. You didn’t notice and you turned your attention back to the pan, pouring a new round of batter in. He, however, felt every nerve in his body stand on edge when you looked at him with that sweet playful smile. When you were done cooking you put a couple pancakes on plates for you and Trent and sat with him at the kitchen island. 
“This is really good,” Trent praised you after taking a bite. You looked at him with a smile on your face at the compliment. It was just pancakes but he made it sound like you were a gourmet chef with his tone. At first you thought he was just being polite but it was becoming increasingly obvious he wanted to compliment you. You noticed his intention but regardless - you loved it. 
“Thanks,” you looked at him, “you got some syrup on your lip though,” you reached out and wiped it off for him. He visibly became flustered at your covert flirtatious move which confirmed your thought that he was probably interested in you. He looked at you with big doe eyes as you pulled your hand from his face too stunned to speak. You were about to turn up the flirt back, to test the waters on your assumption but you heard footsteps coming your way. 
“Morning,” Jude groggily greeted the two of you as he walked into the kitchen. He came over to you and threw both arms around you from behind in a tight apologetic hug. “Before you say anything, I’m sorry, I was wrong and I won’t do it again,” he immediately apologised for being pissed drunk before you could say anything. You sighed at his apology and accepted it. Trent sat there, silent and stiff, hoping Jude wouldn’t think anything of him there with you. 
“It’s okay, I made breakfast,” you told him and he thanked you, “you should eat,” you added as he let you out of his grip. He dapped up Trent, not questioning why the two of you were alone and went straight for the food. He was still a little groggy so he quietly took his plate and sat next to you. 
“Went for a swim?” Jude asked you after a few bites of his breakfast  and you nodded. 
“Yeah, I woke up early so I went for a swim and then I made breakfast with Trent,” you explained the start of your day to Jude causally. You were casual but Trent almost choked on his juice at your comment. 
“With Trent?” Jude asked, focusing on exactly what Trent didn’t want him to focus on now that he was more alert. 
“Well I cooked, but yeah he kept me company,” you continued to speak, turning your attention to your phone while Trent held his breath. Jude’s eyebrows snitched at that comment and he leaned forward to look across at Trent. 
“Keeping her company huh?” Jude asked Trent with an accusatory tone.  
“Just happened to be up early,” Trent tried to cover himself. Jude hummed in disapproval and leaned back in his seat and ate his pancakes. Trent didn’t ask you a single question once Jude sat down with you two. You found it a bit odd that he wasn’t even getting involved when you and Jude spoke but you figured he must have just not wanted to interrupt. 
Eventually you got up, leaving the boys to clean up and went to get ready for the day. The second you bent the corner and left the area Jude snapped his head across to Trent who was getting out of his seat. 
“My sister bro?” Jude accused him, making Trent stop in his tracks. 
“I was just up early,” Trent shrugged, trying to diffuse the situation. 
“So you decided to have a breakfast date with my sister?” Jude further accused him. 
“It wasn’t a date, she was making breakfast and I happened to be here,” Trent continued on the defence, “It’s nothing,” Trent slapped Jude’s shoulder in false reassurance. It definitely was not nothing. Trent was deeply infatuated with you and he definitely took his opportunity to spend time with you but he wasn’t going to admit that to Jude. He was fairly certain Jude would run back to you and tell and Trent was not prepared for you to know of his interest just yet. He’s only just started to get more comfortable talking to you. He didn’t want to muck it up before it even got anywhere. 
“Alright, if you say so,” Jude believed him for now. 
You took the rest of the day slow until it was time to get ready for a fancy dinner all of you were going to. Jude asked you to come and at first you were thinking to just stay home and order in but the place sounded nice and you had a cute dress you’d just bought you wanted to wear so you agreed. Once you were done with your hair, makeup and put your heels on, you looked over at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the extremely low back dress hit just right above your ass to accentuate it whilst still looking chic and smiled. 
“Damn, I look good,” you said to yourself before taking a photo to send to your friends. Your little photoshoot was interrupted by a short knock and the intrusion of your littlest brother into the room. 
“Y/n, are you ready?” Jobe asked you, walking into the room. 
“Yeah,” you told him, turning to him and collecting your purse on the way toward him at the door. 
“You look really nice,” Jobe complimented you sweetly. 
“Thanks, you as well,” you told him and reached up to flatten the collar on his shirt a bit. “I can’t believe you’re so tall even when I’m in heels,” you complained about how much he’d grown. He just shrugged and thanked you for fixing his shirt. 
When the two of you got to the living room everyone was there ready and waiting. 
“Sorry to be late,” you apologised but Jude reassured you the car hadn’t reached yet. Several of the boys either told you you looked nice or chimed in that they weren’t waiting long but Trent was stuck speechless. He had the wind knocked out of him when you walked into view and he hadn’t caught himself yet. He could hear his heartbeat quicken and he had to tug the collar of his shirt off his neck as heat blazed over his skin. You looked unreal - ethereal as you seemed to glide across the room. You seemingly moved in slow motion as he watched you talk to others casually, smile and giggle with them. He always thought you were beautiful but right now, he was floored. 
When the car came he was slow to react, having been dazed since you came into view. However, when he found himself just behind you in stride, he jogged ahead to hold the door open for you and offered his hand in assistance for you to get into the car. 
“Thank you,” you smiled at him, taking his hand to step up and into the car. He beamed at the touch and followed you into the car and bravely sat next to you. You didn’t really notice because you were also sat next to Jobe who was telling you all about his day but Trent happily sat next to you - hoping at some point you’d turn your attention to him. Jobe turned his attention away from you to answer a message on his phone and Trent jumped at his chance. 
“You look really beautiful,” he bravely said to you, hoping low enough only you would hear. You turned to him at the compliment and smiled. 
“Thank you,” you glanced your eyes over him. 
“I really like your dress,” he continued to shower you with compliments. 
“Thanks - you look nice as well, I like this colour on you,” you politely returned the compliment. You felt like you needed to say something but you were truthful in what you said. He did look nice - any time you’d seen him before he was dressed rather casually, so this was different and you had to admit, he cleaned up well. He smiled at that, showing a dimple in his cheek that automatically made you smile in return.  
“I never noticed before you have dimples,” you commented, your tone unconsciously  becoming more flirtatious by the second. You couldn’t help it, between how handsome he looked and the increasingly obvious feeling that he liked you - you couldn’t help but flirt back. Your words made Jobe look over at you two but you ignored the eyes boring into the back of your head. He noticed how Trent was looking at you and the way you leaned into Trent and he wasn’t pleased. 
“Y/n?” Jobe called your name and grasped your attention. He didn’t have much to say but he made up something on the spot to peel your attention away from Trent. He didn’t know what Trent was playing at but he didn’t like the way he was looking at you with stars in his eyes and he didn’t like the way you giggled in response so he had to intervene. 
You could tell Jobe was reaching for a topic to discuss but he was your baby brother, so despite knowing he was obviously trying to cockblock you - you had to entertain it. Jobe occupied your time for the remainder of the car ride and Trent only got your attention again when you were getting out of the vehicle and he offered his hand. It didn’t miss you the way your hand was dwarfed by his in that quick moment but you tried to just as quickly not think about it. 
When you got to the table, Trent quickly came from behind you and pulled out your chair, for which you graciously thanked him and took your seat. He took a seat next to you and silently you were happy about that.You looked up to find Jude and Jobe equally distracted with some joke being told by their friend. It gave you the breather to talk to him. 
“This is a nice restaurant,” you commented to gain his attention. 
“Yes it is, do you like this sort of food?” he asked you, picking up the menu. 
“Umm…not sure, I’m not really a foodie,” you shrugged and he looked at you with stitched eyebrows. 
“Okay well what do you like? Maybe I can help you pick,” he suggested and put the menu between the two of you. You briefly told him the basic foods you usually liked but he didn’t say anything in judgement in return. He only nodded and focused on the menu. You smiled at him as he put his finger to the paper and started reading it out, adding whether that sounded like something good or not. You hardly heard a word because you were busy looking at him and his strong jaw line. The sharp handsome nature of his profile was a contrast to his gentle attitude toward you.  “This one sounds good,” he said and you switched your attention to what he was pointing to. 
“Yeah well if you think so,” you said, having glanced over it. 
“I think you’d like it,” He said with assurance that made you feel confident with his suggestion. “I’ll get this so if you don’t like yours you can try mine,” he added which made you giggle. 
“I thought you said I’d like the one you picked?” you teased. 
“Yeah you will but in case you don’t,” he said, starting to become more conscious of not wanting to disappoint you, “You will but…I wouldn’t want you to be unhappy,” he added with noticeably more reservation. 
“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll like it,” you said, resting a reassuring hand on his thigh. 
When the food came, you were genuinely impressed about how well Trent had read you whilst barely knowing you. You’d been on dates before where men tried to pick for you but they always just picked the most expensive thing on the menu trying to impress and you often hated it. It was obvious he was intentionally listening to your likes while still giving you the chance to explore new things. A simple rarity that was very attractive. 
“Do you like it?” he asked you midway through. 
“Yes, a lot actually,” you smiled at him, “I’m quite happy,” you subtly winked at him - assuring him you were pleased. He once again got visibly flustered and it only flued your interest and your ego. There was just something about a man that wanted you that made you want him. Sure, Trent was cute and you’d never heard Jude say a bad thing about him but he also gave you the feeling of being wanted and you had to admit you liked it. 
After dinner the boys wanted to take photos at the scenic restaurant so that quickly turned into an entire photo shoot especially with your diva brother Jude who loved a photo. 
“Y/n come here we got to take one for mum,” Jude waved you over whilst standing next to Jobe. You shook your head but went over there and took a few photos with your brothers. Shortly after, the restaurant staff offered to take a photo of the entire group. Whilst the boys shuffled you slipped from between your brothers to stand next to Trent in the photo. He looked you over as you stood next to him, a bit surprised to see you there but you simply and confidently slipped next to him, standing close enough for your hip to touch his. He hesitantly put his hand on your exposed lower back for the photo and you smiled at the touch of his warm hand on your skin. Just before the waiter took the photo you had a wine driven idea and bravely but discreetly reached behind you, grabbing Trents hand and lowering it to your ass. His eyes widened at your action but he didn’t move his hand - mostly because he was too shocked. He looked at you but you were posing for the photo like nothing happened. He gulped and looked back at the camera lens - hoping he didn’t look as stunned as he felt. When the waiter stopped capturing the photos you stepped away like nothing, going toward your brothers joining in conversation with them. Trent watched you, stuck in his spot, feeling the heat across his body once more and sighed heavily - trying desperately to get a grip. 
When you got back to the villa you quickly said good night to everyone and retreated to your room. You were feeling the alcohol course through your veins and you’d already made one inappropriate move too many on the cute scouser so you decided the safest thing would be to lock yourself away. You already told yourself it wouldn’t be wise to get involved with your brother’s friend so you needed to reel the lust in. You tried to reason with yourself that it wasn’t worth it - sure Trent was cute, he was sweet and his hands were big and his dick was probably big too but you needed to reel it in. Your head was already getting far too inappropriate far too quickly. 
When you’d finally gotten into bed, a loud knock on your door forced your eyes back open. The culprit whom you identified by the distinctive second knock, swung the door open and charged into your room. 
“Jobe, what is it?” you sleepily asked him. 
“Are you awake?” he asked, feeling slightly bad to have barged into your dark room, but still wanting to complete his mission to have a word with you. 
“Yes, come, what is it?” you asked him, patting the side of your bed for him to sit. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed, putting on a bent leg up and turning his body to face your lying body. 
“I’ll just get to the point - I think Trent likes you,” he dropped his thoughts like a stone in water. Your breath hitched in your throat at his statement and you had to swallow before speaking again. 
“What makes you think that?” you asked innocently. 
“He was flirting with you, I saw him looking at you like he likes you and trying to talk to you,” Jobe revealed his analysis. 
“Oh,” was all you could come up with. Jobe wasn’t the only one to notice, you’d already figured Trent liked you but you didn’t want to confirm Jobe’s observation. 
“I don’t like it,” Jobe added, making you know how you had to approach this. You couldn’t tell Jobe you were okay with Trent’s advances - or worse that you’d made a few less than innocent moves yourself. 
“Don’t worry about it Jobe, I’m sure it’s nothing - he was just being nice,” you tried to reassure him. Jobe narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced Trent was just being nice. “I thought you liked Trent,” you mentioned, hoping to subtly flesh out why Jobe was so bothered. 
“I do - as a friend, that doesn't mean I want him with my big sister,” Jobe quickly explained, “That’s gross and weird,” he added. You hummed at his displeasure, unsure what to say. “Yeah, so make him unlike you and everything will be good,” Jobe continued, making you laugh. 
“Make him unlike me? How will I do that?” you laughed. 
“I don’t know, but the less he looks at you the way he was tonight the better,” Jobe hardly clarified. 
“I think you’re overthinking it, Trent doesn't like me like that, ” you tried to reassure Jobe, although you didn’t really believe your own words, “Like you said, he’s you and Jude’s friend - I highly doubt he’s interested in me,” you continued in untruth. The colour in Trent’s face after you put his hand on your ass told you he was definitely interested. Jobe looked at you, still not pleased with the idea of Trent liking you but sighed. 
“Okay, if you say so,” he finally calmed down. 
“Get some rest, we’ll talk tomorrow,” you instructed him to which he nodded and got off the bed. He leaned down and gave you a quick goodnight hug before leaving the room. You sighed when he left, thinking to yourself that as much as teasing Trent a bit was fun, you really shouldn’t let those less than innocent thoughts and ideas of Trent bubble up if your brother was going to be so upset. 
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somerandomdudelmao · 9 months
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sitting on my hands, silently screaming because I can't stop thinking about the connection between Casey and Raph and about Casey discovering said connection and So, to temper my hype, I decided to try and find as many Casey-Raph parallels and possible Raph-sourced influences on Casey: (forgive my formatting I am not used to Tumblr) 1. Casey being able to easily mimic Raph's growls, despite having no memory of learning (note: more obvious b/c it happened so recent. though, based on the fact that the other turtles were surprised by Casey making the noise... did Raph teach him?)
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2. Honestly, just Casey's protective nature in general? Casey works so hard to protect his family (learning how to carry his much-bigger-uncles, caring to their needs when their vulnerable without question (i.e. tot Leo and Donnie), literally any time he's concerned with the turtle's health))
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3. (Slightly-iffy BUT:) Being very conscious of his strength/fragility of others - - which might be a tad silly to say when all his family is bigger and stronger than him, and there is already another connection in that to Leo, but I cannot get Raph ever admitting "I'm the strong one, the big brother, so I need to protect and take care of you guys!!" so I'm calling it a mix of both Raph and Leo
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4. The way they hold/cradel the tinies is very similar (note: there might be more reflections of this category but I honestly can't tell b/c most characters are bigger then Casey)
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5. Another different, fun pose where they mirror each other pt.3 (except its very obvious)
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6. Krang-ified Casey looks a lot like Krang-ified Raph; from the right eye (our left) to the tentacle right arm (our left) to the clawed left arm (our right) to the spikes. too many similarities for me not to at least point it out.
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7. Casey and Raph being attacked by (proportionally the same size to them) Tiny Donnies and getting absolutely bodied.
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8. This specific expression - - a possible common trait in just adoring cute things? (note: need more data to find this out, cus I did find a similar expression on Donnie, and we can't really see sparkles in Robot!Raph's eyes, but there was one from the show that's rather close.)
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... did I over look into some traits that can maybe be explained other ways? probably. did I miss some parallels? definitely, this series is littered with them. but this AU has me by the throat and we are getting backstory on MY favorite of the turtles, so I need to cope somehow. (This is also my first ask. Idk if I'm did it right. I hope it goes through, and at least someone sees it.) (Message to anyone who sees this: HYDRATE OR DIEDRATE, BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T HAVE A DONATELLO WHO WILL REVIVE YOU.)
What a wonderful research
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uramakimochi · 10 months
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english is not my mother tongue so feel free to correct me if u see any mistakes but please be gentle
i'm so sorry but i always wrote with a female!Reader and this story is no exception, but i'll try make it as neutral as possible when i can, i don't want to offend anyone
anyway, here we go and hope u like it~
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"I WILL ALWAYS PROTECT YOU"
Earth 42 Miles Morales x Reader
Y'ALL I DIDN'T HAVE ANY SPANISH CLASSES IN MY MIDDLE AND HIGH SCHOOL SO FEEL FREE TO CORRECT MY GOOGLE-TRANSLATED SPANISH IF YOU SEE I WROTE SOME SHIT LMAO🤠
possibile trigger warnings: some use of Y/n, sweet and lowkey scaredy-cat and not a girlboss reader like most of people want because i like this more^^, fem!R, being harassed and violence but nothing that is written explicitly, maybe earth42!Miles being ooc? honestly idk?? it's the first time i write him😃
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You were worried for Miles. I mean, not that you never worried about him, just like Miles worried about you, but it had been a long time things had changed. And for the worse.
But how could you blame him? Losing his father, just like Rio had lost her husband and Aaron had lost his brother, had been a hard blow for the Morales family.
But now the problem was that it affected your relationship too. In the beginning you had been close to Miles when he needed it, but you had also respected his wish to give him space when he preferred to be left alone. But over the time, things between yourselves began to change. Miles was changing.
Lately he had been busy from days to days, saying he had a lot of work to do with his uncle. And you were relieved to hear that, because even if neither you or Rio had an idea of what those two were doing, (they were very reserved on their jobs), at least you knew he was distracting himself and somewhat recovering from mourning. Or that's what you thought.
But those jobs of his were taking even too much of his time and even if you and Miles kept seeing and texting each other, you were realizing how much you two were actually growing further and further apart.
But every time you tried asking a confrontation with him, even just to make up for a few minutes of all the time you had lost, Miles always answered with the same sentence.
"I'm sorry mami, my uncle needs me. Next time"
And all you just wanted to reply back was: "I need you too, Miles".
Just like in that moment, while you were laying on your bed, staring constantly the text that who was supposed to be your beloved boyfriend had sent you, more than half and hour ago.
You couldn't do it anymore. You felt the need to talk with him, to make things clear.
And for a instant, you thought that it was time to end it once and for all.
You shook you head. No, you didn't want to come to this. You loved Miles and he loved you. You just needed to stop and talk for a few minutes and then everything would be resolved, right?
So you tried text him a message, even if knew he would have not answered you.
"Can we meet? I need to talk to you"
And after a few seconds you added: "Please Miles"
The reply never came. So after taking a quick look out the window, you decided that this time you would have just anticipated his moves. You would have waited him directly at his house so he could have not avoided you. After all, it was as if you were part of his family now and Rio and Aaron had said that you were always welcome in their home, whenever and if you ever needed. So you went outside, walking towards his address.
It was a little before sunset and since Jeff's death the city had darkened, contrasted by the neon lights that went from green to red, to pink and blue.
While you were walking, you saw that you were nearing a little group of three guys, definitely older than you. You put your hands in your pockets and just when you were about to cross the road to avoid them, they managed to notice you.
"Hey baby! You wanna smoke something with us?" said one loudly.
You stopped in your tracks for a seconds and then you nervously waved a hand.
"No thank you, i'm good"
"Aw come on, c'mere, you'll have fun!" they continued.
Quickly you looked around yourself. There wasn't anyone near who could help you, obviously, or maybe if someone was around they probably weren't brave enough to face them, just like you.
"I'm sorry, but i'm going to see my boyfriend now. I don't want to keep him waiting"
When you were about to cross the road, one of them grabbed your wrist, making you turn towards him.
"Just a few minutes, little one, your boyfriend won't even notice" chuckled the one that grabbed you and you shook your head, with your heart beating hard and loud in your chest.
"Please, leave me alone..." you begged him.
The three guys ignored you and began to drag you towards the alley from which they had emerged. You tried to plant your feet on the ground, pull yourself back to free from their grip, but it was useless.
"I don't wanna come with you! Let me go! Please!"
Suddenly, a dark shadow fell from above among you, revealing a person dressed in a strange costume.
You all jumped, stopping in your steps and looking at them surprised.
A bright mask covered their face and they wore a pair of big mechanical gauntlets on their hands. Behind their head you managed to see two braids, the same type as Miles had, but you didn't get too suspicious. It could have been anyone.
The mysterious person reached out an arm to grab the one of the guy that was dragging you, turning their head to him.
"Haven't you heard what she said?" they said with a robotic and cold voice. Was he a man? "Let her go"
The guy holding you glared at him.
"Listen man, this is none of your business so go away and- Ah!" he said but then he closed an eye in pain.
You noticed the new man tightening his grip on the guy's arm. Surely being squeezed by a heavy gauntlet like that must have not been a good feeling.
"Now" he said then, even more threatening than before.
The guy obeyed and as soon as you felt his fingers leaving your wrist you took a few steps back away from the group. Your instinct was yelling at you to run to Miles' house, but you felt like you were still filled with fear to move. But the masked man had just saved you... right?
The three guys circled him, cracking their fingers and threatening him.
"You made a big mistake by intruding, man" "You don't scare us just because you're dressed like that!"
But he just cocked his head to the side and then he turned slightly towards you. You silently stared at each other for a few seconds until he whirled around, lunging at the boy in front of him and so the fight began.
You let out a little cry of fear, closing your eyes and turning to the other way, not wanting to see what was happeing. It all lasted not even half a minute. After seconds of metallic sounds and cries of agony, the alley fell in silence.
You opened one eye to see the situation and your mouth dropped open seeing the three guys unconscious on the ground.
Then the masked man appeared in front of you.
You backed off again, until your back touched the wall behind you and you raised your hands in front of you.
"Please! Don't hurt me!" you exclaimed.
Sure he had saved you, but how could you know that he had done that just for his evil purposes?
Your knees were trembling and you feared that you would have fallen down.
Then you heard the man's robotic voice.
"I'm not going to hurt you. You don't have to be afraid of me" he said.
You remained in silence with closed eyes, just waiting for the moment when he would suddenly have attack you like he had done with the others. You just wanted to be home with Miles.
Until...
"Y/n"
Suddenly you opened your eyes when you heard him say your name and you looked at him in amazement. But how did he know it? You didn't have time to connect the dots when suddenly his mask began to move, freeing his face. And you met Miles' big brown eyes.
"It's me amor (love), it's me. Don't be scared" he said looking into your eyes.
The threatening tone he used with your attackers was completely gone, making room for the concerned one he used almost always when he was with you.
"Miles?" you murmured in shock. "What..."
Miles sighed, doing a step towards you.
"Lo siento mami (I'm sorry mami), believe me i never wanted this to happen, but i guess all the knots always come to the comb, don't they?"
You were silent for another few seconds, trying to process. You had no idea what was happening. Why was Miles dressed like he was a villain from some comic book and how long had it been like that?
"Wait a minute..." you muttered to yourself, but he could still hear you.
"Are you okay? Did they do anything to you?" he then asked, in a tone that for many people could be apathetic, but in reality you knew that this was only a veil to cover his concern.
You ignored his question, lifting your head to look at him.
"Is this why we hardly ever see each other now? Because you're going around doing who knows what dressed in that way?" you asked him.
Miles couldn't understand what you were feeling in that moment. You were confused and maybe even angry with him, but when you continued talking he understood that you were mostly hurt.
"Do your uncle and your mom know about this? No, wait... This is what you and Aaron have been doing together, isn't it? Roaming around the city and defeating criminals like you just did or... Or do you hurt the good people too?"
Miles saw your eyes become watery and his heart, or what was left of it, broke when he saw your gaze.
"Y/n-"
"Miles please.Can i know the truth now?" you asked, pleading him. "May i... May i know if what is between us will still be able to go on?"
Silence fell for a few seconds, until Miles took the heavy gauntlets off his hands, leaving them at his feet.He put his hands into his pockets and after making sure that no one was around, he began to tell you everything.
(although we don't actually know anything about what he and his uncle really do)
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When he was done, you nodded slowly, lowering your gaze to look to the floor.
"I see..."
Miles moved closer to you. His hands itched from wanting to hold yours and so he did, gently reaching his hands towards yours for fear you might push him away. Much to his relief, you didn't.
"Y/n, amor..." he tried to call you.
You lifted your head to look at the unconscious boys behind him.
"Are they...? I mean, did you..."
Miles felt your fingers tremble in his.
"No. I would never" he said. "Y/n, I'm sorry about everything. Believe me, I didn't mean to hurt you so much, i-"
Miles stopped when you suddenly lunged at his body, embracing him. Your hands went to tighten on his jacket on his back and even if maybe some pieces of his costume were in the way, you didn't care.
He was taken aback but after a couple of seconds he recovered, gently placing a hand on your back and stroking you with the fingertips.
"Did i scare you? With what i did earlier, i mean"
You shook your head.
"No... I mean, actually yes, a little bit, but only because I didn't know it was you, I swear"
He almost made an amused smile at that.
"You still haven't answered my question," Miles said. "Are you okay? They haven't done anything to you, have they?"
You shook your head again.
"No... But i was so scared, Miles. If you hadn't come, i don't know what... What they..."
"Oh my love, don't think about it anymore, it's over. It's over" Miles said, returning his grip around your body and pulling you close to him. "You're fine and i'm here with you. Tranquila, mami, tranquila (Calm, mami, calm)"
Miles kissed your head to comfort you, whispering your sweet favourite pet names in spanish, because he knew they had a good effect on you. You sniffled a couple of times but you managed to keep from crying.
"And then..." you murmured, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. "I was worried about you. About us. What's going to happen to our relationship, Miles?"
"Would you want to end it?" he asked slowly and seriously. "Now that you know who i am and what i do, don't you want to have nothing to do with me anymore? I wouldn't be surprised if you said yes"
You thought about it for a second and for an instant Miles thought he was right and that it was truly over between you and him.
But then you shook your head.
"No, not at all, actually. I love you too much to let you go and i don't know what i would do without you"
Finally a small genuine smile lit up your face and Miles felt as if his heart was beating again like the first time you met. And he smiled too, it was barely visible, but he did.
"I don't want to let you go either," he said, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking your skin with his thumb. "Everything i did was just to protect you, mami. And that's what i will always do. I will always protect you, mom and uncle Aaron when he'll need it. You guys are all i have left. Especially you"
"Oh Miles..."
You hugged him again, touched by his words.
It's been a long time since you've seen him this open with his feelings. Rio had always told you that you were a good person for Miles, but since the loss of his father he had shut himself up like a hedgehog and even if you always loved him, you had realized that deep down he wasn't the same as he used to be.
"Thank you for everything, Miles. I love you so much, you know that?"
You rested your head on his chest and he tilted his own to touch yours.
"Mh, yo también te amo mami (i love you too mami)"
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housemates (part five)
in which y/n needs a roommate and her brother has someone in mind
8.1k words
warnings: smut that is still shitty (and v short lol) and just a pinch of jealous harry one more time, my fav. and mentions of blood 😧
a/n: I AM SO SORRY. IT’S BEEN LIKE A MONTH AND I HAVE BEEN NOWHERE! I JUST NEEDED A MINUTE, IDK WHAT HAPPENED BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS!!
part five
This hadn’t exactly been a part of (Y/N)’s plans for the night. 
She actually thought that she’d end up going home early tonight. The bar is fun, but the atmosphere can get kind of draining if she’s there long enough. She thought that maybe Harry would drive her home if she stayed late enough for him to be finished at the bar. But she wasn’t sure she would stay out that late. She definitely did not think that she’d be practically chasing Harry up the stairs to get him in her bed. It wasn’t expected but she’s not upset about it. In fact, she’s never felt more excited or nervous about something. Because she likes him so much and after what occurred in his office, she doesn’t think she’s ever going to be able to get enough of him. 
“Can I touch it? Just to feel it, please.” 
He sighed, clearly already tired of her whining. She just can’t help it. Everything feels like it’s going in slow motion and she just wants to get to the good part. 
“If that will make you happy.” 
“It will. Very much.” So, as Harry worked on unlocking the door, (Y/N)’s hand was down the front of his pants to feel him. It almost made her pant all over again. She couldn’t believe she’d be getting all of that in mere minutes. If he would fucking hurry up. 
Not that she underestimated him at all. She always kind of had a feeling about him but she was surprised by the feel of him. He was probably bigger than anyone she’d ever been with. And that in itself was enough to make her more impatient. She doesn’t understand how one person can unlock a door so slowly but she’s close to just doing it for him. 
Finally, the lock clicked and they were one step closer to getting to where they both were eager to get to. Harry pulled her hand from his pants so he could walk into the apartment. She followed directly behind him, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. 
“Can I suck you off in the morning? I need your dick in me, not in my mouth. I can’t wait anymore,” Harry had no idea that (Y/N) would be this vocal about everything. He actually thought she’d shy away once he told her how he felt but that was not at all what happened. He didn’t respond to her right away, he just worked on kicking his shoes off in the foyer, set on taking his sweet time because he knew that would only make her more desperate. “Harry, please.” 
“Okay, okay. Just go on back to your room and I’ll be there in a second.” He stayed right where he was, and as (Y/N) walked past him, she made sure to leave a wet kiss to his mouth before disappearing down the hallway.
With (Y/N) back in her room, Harry was able to think for a second. He can’t even recall how long he’s been waiting for this. He’s so out of his mind at the moment that he can’t even remember the first time he met (Y/N). He thinks it was at a party and he barely got to speak to her except a greeting because Felix had her so close to him, he didn’t let anyone talk to her. She was pretty much like she is now. Unbothered and cool, not having one bit of Felix’s protective attitude. And all he wanted to do was talk to her. She was pretty and although she seemed a little uninterested in everything going on around her, it was like he couldn’t focus on anything else. 
He’s pretty sure he ended the night by telling her the worst joke he’s told anyone, ever. She didn’t react much. The corner of her mouth lifted for maybe three seconds before she was swept away by her friends. 
They’d come so far since then. He would call her one of his best friends. Not only because they live together but because she really was. They did everything together these days and living with someone else really shows the deepest parts of a person. And (Y/N) had been nothing short of what he thought she was. She’s beautiful and if he thought his crush had simmered after not seeing her for a few years, it was back in full swing now. 
And at the moment, she’s back in her bedroom, waiting for him. It would make sense that he’s dreaming because this isn’t reality, is it? What did he do to deserve this? He doesn’t know what to do with himself right now and he hates that he’s beginning to feel nervous but he can’t help but think about what he’s actually about to do. 
He’s going to fuck Felix’s sister. How mad would Felix really be? (Y/N) is grown up enough to make informed decisions, so how mad could he be? He has to know that his sister has been intimate before. Maybe not with one of his best friends, he’d probably get sick if he knew that. 
But Harry has liked her for so long that it’s worth it to him. Whatever happens in five minutes, whatever happens tomorrow, they’ll both be fine. He did have to take one final deep breath because (Y/N) did admit that she likes him too. He could cry. He would have if (Y/N) didn’t call for him again. 
When he made it back to (Y/N)’s room, she was sitting at the end of the bed with her arms crossed. 
“Any fucking day now. God, Harry, I almost got my vibrator out,” She kicked her shoes off and stared at him. “How do you want me?” 
Harry cursed to himself and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He almost wishes he would’ve said something weeks ago. Because she’s sitting on her bed just waiting for him to tell her what to do. And maybe if he’d told her that he’s completely gone for her then, they wouldn’t have had to waste so much time. 
“However you want me to want you.” 
She shot him a look and stood up so she could work on unbuttoning her skirt. 
“Just get undressed and give it to me already.” 
Harry didn’t need to be told twice, but she barely let him step out of his pants before she was grabbing him by the jaw and pulling him down to kiss her again. Her hands were all over him and tugging on the band of his boxers. So he reached behind her and worked on untying the knot keeping her top on, all while kissing her like he’d die without it. He probably would at this point because now that he knows what it’s like to kiss her, he’s not sure he’ll be able to go without it. 
All too soon, she pulled away from him, not letting him quite untie the back of her shirt. 
“What about your girlfriend?” 
He blinked, not understanding what she meant by that. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in months, so he’s really not sure why (Y/N) would bring her up right now. 
“My…what?” 
“You know. Your girlfriend at the bar who was touching all over you.” (Y/N) wishes that she could brush it off, so she could have him already, but she can’t let him get too far without teasing him. And that little display at the bar was enough for her to have some questions. Because she doesn’t let people touch her like that, she wonders why Harry does. 
“Oh,” He must have realized. “That was nothing, I swear. She’s a regular who likes to flirt and I just…I like the tips. It’s nothing,” His hands were reaching toward her again but she tilted her head, causing him to drop his arms. “What about you dancing with your little boyfriend in my bar?” 
“I only did it to get your attention.” 
“You didn’t have to do that to get my attention.” 
“Good to know.” 
“I won’t do it again?” 
“I know you won’t,” She finally got the tie untangled from her back and tossed the scarf aside. “Because I get jealous, Harry, and I’m not going to share you with anyone.” She finally grabbed his hands and set them over the top of her tits. 
“Okay. Yeah, got it.” She knows that he probably didn’t hear a word she just said once she took her top off, but she doesn’t mind reiterating it in other ways. She made sure to squeeze her hands over his. 
“Good. Now like I’ve been begging you for the past two hours, fuck me. Hurry.” Her hands rushed to get his shirt unbuttoned. He would’ve laughed watching her struggle to get the last few buttons undone but she was already so wound up, he didn’t want to contribute to it further. 
He helped her get the shirt from his arms and then she was shoving him towards the bed while she went to rummage through her nightstand. In her hand was a long strip of condoms, probably five or so. She tossed them on the bed and looked at him expectantly. 
“No, I actually think you need more.” He tried to joke but she took him seriously. 
“You’re right. That’s not nearly enough.”
She met him at the bottom of her bed where he was sitting and handed him one of the condoms. He raised his eyebrows at her and then took a second to look her over again. She’s a vision. She can barely stand still but her hair is messy and he’s got an unobstructed view of her tits, he can’t ask for much more. She’s perfect. 
They settled down on the bed with her laying under him, their mouths once again fused together. She didn’t hesitate to take advantage of their position and run her hands over the hard muscle in his back. Which she’s not sure how it got there because she hasn’t seen him work out ever but she’s not mad at it. 
He pulled away for just a second. To look her in the eye and laugh. He pressed his nose to hers and sighed. 
“I’m gonna cum so fast. I’m apologizing in advance.” 
“I’ll take it as a compliment.” 
“I’m nervous.” 
“Why?” 
“Because. It’s you.” He whispered like it wasn’t just two of them in the room. She breathed a laugh through her nose as she brushed the hair from his forehead. 
“Exactly. It’s me. And there’s no need to be nervous, Harry. Please.” She slid her hands down his back one more time, just because she could, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“And you’re sure that this is what you want?” 
“Yes. More than anything. I’m ready and I want you and you’re cute and I like you.”
“‘Kay.” He blushed right before her eyes, forcing her to kiss his now warm cheek again because it was incredibly sweet, what was she supposed to do? 
Harry leaned back in to kiss her again but it was cut short when a gasp was forced from her mouth when he rolled his hips down into hers. It allowed her to feel all of him. He did that a few more times which was plenty to get her panting and pleading with him again to just do something. If that wasn’t enough to clue him in on how needy she was, the front of his boxers now being wet was a very clear indication that had him cursing all over again. 
He pulled back, dragging her underwear down her legs, and tossed them to the side. (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to spread her legs further and show him exactly how he’d been torturing her for the past few hours. Her arousal was dripping down to her ass by now and coating the inside of her thighs. Harry did want to take his time and taste her first and maybe give her another orgasm from just his tongue, but he doesn’t think she’s patient enough for that right now. Her hands were restless at her sides, probably just itching to rub over her clit just once for some relief, but she wanted to wait for him. And he had made her wait long enough. 
“Fuck me or I’ll cry.” 
Harry rolled his eyes at that and moved to his knees so he could get his boxers down and put the condom on. She was a sight. And no matter how unbothered he was acting, just to annoy her, he couldn’t wait to be inside her to the hilt and just stay there for a moment. He ran a hand over his shaft as he watched her squirm on the bed and squeeze her thighs together. The poor thing couldn’t sit still and he loved every second of it. 
“Ready for me?” That earned him a nasty look, but then she was hurrying to turn to her stomach and arch her back for him. Now he thinks he’s going to cry. He stroked over his cock a few more times as (Y/N) looked over her shoulder. 
“Please, Harry?” With the pout on her lips, how could he make her wait any longer?
With his tip at her entrance, he started in, feeling her already beginning to press back into him. He went slow, only to drag it out longer but she didn’t seem to mind with the size of him. He wanted to brag because he knows she’s never had anything like him, but he decides to save that for later. He knows that she knows. 
(Y/N) didn’t know whether she wanted to scream or cry. She was absolutely, positively full of Harry, she doesn’t think she can take much more. He still, for now, giving her time to adjust to just how much he’s stretching her out. It was a welcome feeling because she knew that Harry wasn’t lying when he said he knows what he’s doing. Just by the feel of him, he knows how to use it. 
“That alright?” He spoke up, running his hands over her hips and to her ass to squeeze. 
“Yes.” She rushed out, trying not to seem like she was still trying to catch her breath. Harry cursed behind her, probably from the way she just started clenching around him, but she can help it.
“Want me to give you what you want now?” He gave one shallow thrust, pushing her further up the bed and making her groan into the bedsheets underneath her. 
“Yes.” (Y/N) is not sure how many more times she can tell him she wants him, but she doesn’t have much more time to think about it because he was pulling almost all the way out of her only to press all the way back in. She gasped, shoving her face further into the sheets, just knowing that she would be loud with him because it would actually feel good. And she really doesn’t want the neighbors to complain. 
“What are you doing?” Harry stopped, once again. 
“What are you talking about?” 
“You’ve got your face in the covers.” 
“And?” 
“Afraid you can’t be quiet?” With the way she’s positioned, it’s a little difficult to turn to see him, but she manages, only to see him grinning at her. 
“Actually, yes. I thought you liked quiet sex.” She rolled her eyes, as he scoffed and reached for her hair. He pulled just enough for her head to tilt back the tiniest bit. 
“I want to know I’m making you feel good, (Y/N). Hear me?” He tugged on her hair again, waiting for a response. 
“Yes.” 
Another, slightly harsher tug on her hair made her neck ache from the angle. “Yes, what?” 
“You’re joking.” 
“Yes, what (Y/N)?” 
Harry did not seem the type to want to be called daddy but she’s not complaining. 
“Yes, daddy.” That made him laugh for some reason as he loosened his grip on her hair. 
“I was totally kidding but hearing you say it is hot. Continue, please,” He must have known that she was seconds from cursing him out because he started thrusting into her at a pace she wasn’t quite ready for and all her insults were melded into a moan that made his skin break out into goosebumps. 
(Y/N) feels every inch of him and it’s hard for her to tone down the shaking in her legs. He’s completely holding her up at this point while all she can do is melt further into the mattress and call him that stupid name. She doesn’t mind it either to be honest and she’s pretty sure that it’s fueling his thrusts into her that just keep getting harder and faster. 
She can just barely hear the bed creaking over the sounds of her own whines and Harry’s groaning each time he fills her to the brim. 
“Made for me, wasn’t it?” He asked her, because it felt like it with how well her pussy took him. He could hear just how wet she was every time he pressed inside her.
“Yes, feels so good.” (Y/N) would probably agree to anything as long as he was fucking her this good. He really wants her to cum, so he reached around her and started rubbing her clit the same way he did back in his office. 
“You take daddy so well.” He knew that was pushing it but with the way that she’s pressing back on his cock, she likes it. 
“I—please, I’m going to cum.” 
“Go ahead, baby.” There’s nothing more that he wants right now than to feel her cum around him. He was following right after her, still fucking into her to work the both of them through it. 
He could tell that (Y/N) was wrecked just after that one orgasm. And he didn’t want to be smug about it, but he kind of was. When he pulled out of her, he stood up to toss the condom and (Y/N) laid there just blinking at him, like she was in a daze. 
“You alright?” 
“No.” 
“No?” He laid next to her again, looking her over to make sure she was okay. And then she smiled at him. 
“You’re too good at that. Fuck me again.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. He felt her hand trailing down his chest before it was wrapped around his cock. 
“Fuck, I need a minute.” He muttered against her mouth and she pouted at him. 
“Fine. But when I get back from the bathroom, I’m on top.” She raised her eyebrows at him before standing from the bed and walking out into the hall. 
✦ .  ⁺   . ✦ .  ⁺   . ✦
(Y/N) couldn’t help it. She had to tell Sydney. 
They’d met in the library to study for a couple hours and that was also when Harry was sending her a million messages about how much he misses her and how he couldn’t believe that she left him home alone to fend for himself. 
It was ridiculous and it also made her smile. Maybe too much and Sydney noticed and asked her. And how could she not tell her best friend? 
With the way that she took the news, they were almost kicked out of the library. Apparently, Sydney could just “tell” and demanded that they gossip and have wine on a free night. And that night happened to be a Saturday night. 
Harry was already gone at the bar and being very pouty about having to leave but she told him that Sydney was coming over and that she’d see him when he got home. He left with a kiss and Sydney was over about twenty minutes later with a bottle of wine and a request that (Y/N) tell her everything. 
So, she told her all she could. About how sweet he always is and how she practically has him in her bed every night anyway. She even told her all the gory details of the other night. Sydney had her jaw dropped the entire time and kept saying no like she was completely in shock of how Harry was behind closed doors. 
When she thinks about it, it was bound to happen. Harry had easily slipped his way into her heart and she wouldn’t have it any other way. 
But she didn’t want to take it so seriously at the same time. She’s certain that Harry likes her, she just doesn’t know how much. And she’s a little nervous to ask because she really likes him and she wouldn’t know what to do if he ever changed his mind about her. She doesn’t tell Sydney that, just because she’d probably never say it out loud, ever. 
“So, I’m assuming Felix doesn’t know.” Sydney raised her eyebrows. 
“Why would he?” 
“Uh, because Harry is one of his best friends and you’re sleeping with him.” 
“It’s none of his business.” 
“Have you met your brother?” She laughed, taking a sip from her glass. (Y/N) hasn’t thought much about it. Felix is the last thing on her mind whenever Harry is around. 
“What do you mean?” 
“I mean, from what I know of Felix, he’s not going to take that well. At all.” 
“Well, he can get over himself.” (Y/N) doesn’t even want to think about her brother right now. 
The later it got, they decided on a show to watch. They will often stop the show and discuss what happened during and how annoying the characters were being. It’s one of (Y/N)’s favorite things and she does it with Harry too. It only makes her miss him. 
Just as she was thinking of him, he was walking through the door. She wanted to jump off the couch and rush over to him but she stayed where she was, only because Sydney was sitting right beside her. 
“You’re home early.” (Y/N) paused the show and watched as he kicked off his shoes by the door and shrugged at her. 
“Missed you,” He walked past her and squeezed her shoulder on his way to the kitchen. “Hi, Sydney. Nice to see you.” 
“Hi, Harry. Nice to see you too,” Sydney shot (Y/N) a look once Harry was in the kitchen, seemingly making himself something to eat. “He’s obsessed with you.” She whispered, grinning. 
“Quiet.” She couldn’t help grinning right back because having just a pinch of Harry’s affection was enough to make her want to swoon. It made her want to squeal into a pillow and write his name down the side of her notebook in class when she was supposed to be taking notes. It made her never want to leave his side. She’s not sure how he does it. 
“Should I leave? Do you want to fuck?” Sydney tried to whisper and (Y/N) hoped it was a whisper because she’d kill her. She hadn’t exactly told Harry that she was telling Sydney about them. Not that he would mind it, she just doesn’t want him to know that she told Sydney everything. 
“No. Now stop it.” It did cross her mind. Just because she has a hard time not touching him when he’s got his arms wrapped around her and he’s pressed against her back. 
“How big?” Sydney mouthed, making (Y/N) almost spit out her wine. But she couldn’t help answering her. 
“Huge.” She whispered back and they both broke out into laughter, causing Harry to look up from the stove. 
“Hey. Talking about me?” 
“No.” (Y/N) rushed out, making Sydney laugh all over again. And that only prompted her to join in. Maybe they had too much wine. Harry squinted at her before turning back to what he was doing. 
Sydney decided that she was ready for Eric to pick her up not too much later and all too soon, she was hugging (Y/N) goodbye and waving to Harry. 
“Have fun!” Sydney smirked before shutting the door after her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and stood from the couch to see what Harry was doing in the kitchen. He’s eating now, sitting at the kitchen table, clearly wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation. She thought it was cute, so she didn’t mention it, she just sat across from him. 
“How was work?” 
“Annoying. I left early because I’m exhausted and I just wanted to be here with you.” 
(Y/N) could not suppress a smile. At all. She reached across the table to place her hand over top of his and squeeze it. He turned his hand over almost immediately to hold hers properly. 
“I was thinking about something.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Mhm. You should take me on a date.” (Y/N) is not sure how serious Harry is about her. But if Sydney claims that he’s obsessed with her, it has to be visible from the outside. And there’s no way he doesn’t like her because he says it all the time. With the way his face lit up at her suggestion, nothing about how he feels about her is casual.  
“I should?” 
“Yes. You should.” 
“Thank you for taking it easy on me. I was thinking of asking if I could take you somewhere anyway. Was just a little nervous.” His eyes shifted back to his meal in front of him, like he really was nervous. 
“Why? Did you think I’d say no?” 
“Don’t know.” He shrugged, still not bothering to look at her again. 
“Harry. Yes you do. Tell me, I’m not scary.” She squeezed his hand again to try and get his attention back to her and it worked. But he still did look very timid about answering her question. 
“I didn’t know you’d want to. And I’ve liked you for so long that I didn’t want to do anything that would make you not want to be with me.” Harry almost wished he hadn’t said that much. Sometimes, less is more and he didn’t really have to tell her all of that. 
“How long?” 
“You don’t want to know.” His face is already getting warm. He’s almost embarrassed over it because it’s been so long. And she had no idea. 
“I do. That’s why I asked.” 
He contemplates not being so honest with her that it scares her. If he told her that he’s pretty much been in love with her for nearly four years, she might be a little put off by it. But even if she will be, he knows that he can’t lie to her. Even if it is for her own good. 
“Since I met you.” 
It felt like everything was still for a moment too long. He was waiting for her reaction to set in and it just…didn’t. Not quick enough for how fast his mind was racing. He felt her hand slip out of his and just as he was going to tell her that it wasn’t a big deal and that he was joking, she was fitting herself into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He hurried to grab onto her because her pulling away for just a second made him think the worst. 
“Harry. You’re kidding.” She’s smiling, so she must not think he’s weird. 
“I kind of wish I was.”
“And you never said anything?” 
“I was with Katie and your brother would kill me. Probably still will.” He chuckled, trying not to think too deeply about it. Felix is his friend, but he doesn’t necessarily think he should go running to him with the information that he’d die for his sister. Literally. 
“Sydney said that too,” (Y/N) hummed. “I told her about us.” Us. Such a small word but filled with so much. He liked the sound of us. 
“And?” 
“She thinks it’s cute. And I told her you have a big dick.” She laughed at the face he made before pressing a kiss to his cheek. 
“Was that necessary?” 
“She asked!” 
“Fine. I’m ready for bed, baby. Are you?” 
“Something like that I guess.” She shot him a look. Sydney might have hit the nail on the head.
“Fuck, (Y/N). Let’s go.” He squeezed at her waist, not seeming very tired anymore. She kissed him once more before slipping off his lap and rushing back to her room. 
Harry sighed and couldn’t believe how lucky he was that (Y/N) wanted to give him any of her time. And that she’s okay with the huge crush he’s had on her for ages. It couldn’t be helped. 
“Harry, hurry the fuck up, I’m naked!” 
That had him up, out of his seat, and rushing down the hallway, not even bothering to put his empty plate in the sink. 
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It’s Friday night and they’re going out to dinner tonight with Felix and Laura. 
Harry somehow managed to be off another Friday night and he wanted to go but for some reason he was incredibly nervous to be anywhere near Felix. 
“Just act natural, (Y/N), and we’ll be fine.” 
That made her scoff. Harry didn’t want Felix to find out about them. It didn’t matter to her because what she does and with who is none of his business but for some reason Harry is very sure that Felix is going to be upset about it. 
But for Harry’s sake, she’s willing to ease into things until they’re both fully ready to tell everyone. And because she really doesn’t know how Felix will react. It’s the least of her worries, but she is curious about it. 
(Y/N) didn’t let him leave the car until she kissed him breathless. They’re outside the restaurant and she knows for sure that Felix is already inside, so that was enough for Harry to calm down a little bit. 
Before they walked inside the restaurant, (Y/N) had to pry her hand from Harry’s. They were so used to it now that it didn’t feel right to be walking and not touching in some capacity, so he kept his hand on the small of her back, hoping that it would only seem like an innocent gesture. They’ve just walked in. He couldn’t ruin it already. 
Felix stood to hug both of them and Laura did the same. Harry wasn’t expecting someone else to be sitting at the table but he knows very well who Mark is. He’s never liked him and he was sure that Felix knew that. 
“Hi, Mark!” (Y/N) hugged him, like she’d actually been happy to see him. And that just grated on Harry’s nerves, who only nodded at him in greeting before finding his seat next to (Y/N). Under the table, he rested his hand on her thigh and she didn’t hesitate to slip her fingers between his, all while keeping a conversation with Mark. So Harry spoke up, gaining only Laura and Felix’s attention because (Y/N) was too busy laughing at something that idiot said. 
“How’s the bar going?” Felix asked, seeming genuinely interested. He tried so hard to not give him clipped answers but every time she laughed next to him, his jaw clenched. It was a stupid thing to get so upset over but fuck. Why does Mark have to be here when he just got done telling (Y/N) that they shouldn’t tell anyone about them yet. 
He’s not sure if Felix knows it or not but Mark has said some pretty disgusting things about (Y/N) and it just irritates him. Harry can barely stand the sound of his voice. He’s not sure he’ll even be able to stomach the meal he’s supposed to be eating shortly. So, he pressed his fingers a little harder into her thigh. She glanced over, casually and raised her eyebrows. 
“What are you thinking of getting?” He interrupted, making her lean back to his side of the table to read over the menu with him. If he was sitting across from anyone else besides Felix, he’d be pressing his mouth down the side of her neck. Just because it’s there. And because it’d be a way to claim (Y/N). Not that he needs to. Not that he should. But he wants to because as far as he knows, he has every right to. She’s lying beside him every night, kissing him, fucking him, so Mark really is very irrelevant and Harry wishes his mind could see that and not get so upset over things that he knows aren’t true and are never going to be true. 
“I used to have the biggest crush on you, (Y/N).” Fucking Mark. Yeah. Harry really is considering smoking again. 
“You did not!” She laughed again before her attention was stolen by Mark. That made Harry’s hand slip from hers and reach up to grab his drink. He can’t be mad. They’re just catching up. But the difference is that he knows exactly what Mark is playing at. And it’s not going to work. Clearly because she’s going home with him and she likes him. 
“I did, I swear! But Felix told me to get lost, said you were too good for me. Which is probably true.” 
Harry watched Mark’s eyes drop to the dip in her shirt that showed off a considerable amount of collarbone and the tops of her breasts. And that made him livid. 
“I think you’re being a bit too natural, don’t you think?” He muttered in her ear before taking a long sip of the water in front of him. She snapped her head to him and shot him a look before leaning towards him.  
“You had your dick in me an hour ago. You have no competition, I promise.” Patting his knee, she went back to her conversation with Mark while Harry tried to calm the pink in his cheeks. It would be noticeable and he really didn’t want to try to explain himself to Felix. It was true. 
He let (Y/N) fuck herself on his cock in the shower. It was hot and he didn’t have to do practically anything. He did hold her against the shower wall, only allowing her to move her hips just enough to get her to moan and beg for more. It took longer than either of them thought so that’s why they were running a little late but he managed to get (Y/N) to cum twice just by sliding herself up and down his cock. And if he recalls each and every single detail, he really doesn’t have anything to worry about. (Y/N) is his and Mark springing in the picture is going to do nothing to change that. 
“Mhm. Good to know you remember who you belong to.” He whispered one last thing before trying to keep his eyes on his menu. 
“Jealous again?” She teased right next to his ear, causing him to shift his eyes back to her. He narrowed them and just as he was going to respond back, he was interrupted. 
“What are you two whispering about? I want to know!” Laura jumped in her seat, looking very interested to know what she’d missed. But it was nothing he cared to repeat for her to hear. 
“I just told (Y/N) if she gets spaghetti she’s walking home.” Harry prides himself in being able to make up things on the spot. That’s the only reason he could smile so convincingly. 
“That’s fine. I’ll just take her home.” Mark shrugged, meeting Harry’s eye for the first time tonight. 
“It was a joke. We live together. Same place. No need, thanks though.” It was tough to keep a neutral expression because Harry hated him so much. He’ll be asking Felix what the fuck he was thinking bringing him here later.
“I heard,” Mark didn’t take his eyes off of her as he said that. “Doesn’t mean I can’t drive you home. Does it, babe?” 
Since Harry does have only an ounce remaining of self-control, he’s going to just shut his mouth. Otherwise, he’d end up saying something he shouldn’t. 
“Sorry, Mark. Harry is going to be the one taking me home tonight.” (Y/N) laughed it off but grabbed a handful of his thigh under the table, making his knee slam into the underside of the table. He quickly apologized, shooting (Y/N) a look when no one seemed to be looking. All she did was smirk at him. 
Dinner was pretty boring otherwise. Mark did still try to flirt with (Y/N), but she didn’t even spare him another glance. And Harry tried really, really hard not to appear smug but he’s not sure he pulled it off. He could feel Mark glaring at him from across the table but he never looked back. Because (Y/N) was right beside him and under his arm. 
Felix and Laura didn’t even bat an eye at either. It must have seemed normal. Or normal enough for them not to ask questions. 
When the check was brought over, Harry paid for (Y/N)’s, not caring that she tried to protest, he just passed his card off to the server and shrugged at her. 
“Sorry.” 
“I’m going to give you the sloppiest head you’ve ever received in your life when we get home.” 
“My favorite.” 
“Seriously. Are you talking about me?” Laura joked, looking like she really thought she was missing something. (Y/N) laughed and reassured her that nothing like that was going on. She still looked unconvinced but let it go. 
Once they were standing back on the sidewalk, (Y/N) said goodbye to Felix and Laura and sent Mark a wave. Harry did the same but didn’t even bother with Mark. He doesn’t care anyway. 
After their final goodbyes, Harry and (Y/N) stayed on the street for a minute, watching them disappear down the sidewalk. They parked in the other direction so once they were far enough away, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Harry and pouted up at him. 
“What now?”
“We’re going home. Why? Want ice cream or something?” 
“How do you have all these amazing ideas? Yes, please,” Her arms came up over his shoulders and pulled him closer. “Kiss first.” 
Ever since their first kiss, she has made it her mission to kiss him as much as possible. He’s so good at it that she never wants to stop. And she knows they’re on the street right now but she doesn’t care. And he never denies her so he leaned down and pressed his mouth over hers, letting his hands trail down to her waist. (Y/N) didn’t care to get touchy in public ever so her hands were starting to disappear up his shirt as she walked them backwards to the brick wall so she could lean on it. 
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 
Both Harry and (Y/N) pulled away from each other at the sound of a very familiar voice. 
Directly to their left stood Felix, hovering outside of the restaurant doors. He must have come back for something and he doesn’t look too excited about the state he just caught them in. She quickly pulled her hands from his shirt, unsure how to go about this. He’s waiting for an answer and Harry’s looking a little pale in the face. 
“Felix, we—”
“That’s my little sister, Harry.” He ignored (Y/N) and kept all of his attention on Harry. 
“It’s not like that, I promise—” 
“Then what is it like?” He looked between them before pinning his eyes right back to Harry. “Because it looks like you were just kissing my sister. And that’s not fucking cool with me.” 
(Y/N) is not liking the way that things have turned so suddenly. Felix actually looks mad and she knows he’s not going to hear a word that either of them have to say, he’s only going to jump to conclusions and make himself angrier. Where’s Laura when you need her? 
“Can you calm down, please? Stop being a dick, I can kiss Harry if I want to.” Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to say, given that he’s already mad but (Y/N) is not going to let him stand there and try to make decisions for her. He’s been doing it her entire life and she’s had it with him. 
“You fucked her. Didn’t you?” 
“It’s not like that, Felix.” Harry doesn’t know what else he can say. He can’t outright admit that he’s pretty much in love with her, can he? That would be a shock to her too and he really doesn’t want to do anything that will make her take a step back. But he doesn’t seem to be backing down. He wants an answer and Harry really doesn’t want to give him one. 
“Answer me.” 
How could he lie to one of his best friends? It might make Felix hate him for a while but maybe he’ll get over it eventually. Right? One day he will. As long as he’s treating (Y/N) right and making her happy, what’s the big deal? He does sympathize with him a little bit because this is probably like a slap in the face. 
“That’s none of your business. Go home.” (Y/N) stepped between the two of them and didn’t let up on her glare. 
“You don’t have to answer for him. He’s a big boy. Just tell me Harry,” By the look of the sarcastic grin on Felix’s face, this isn’t going to end well. Harry is going to give him the answer he’s expecting and he’s not really sure what’s next. “Just say it. You fucked my sister.” 
Once again, he can’t lie. He’s not going to. Because even though he wanted to hide it for a little while, those plans have been ruined and he has to own up. 
“Listen. I like her a lot, so it’s not like I’m playing with her or something.” Right outside of the restaurant doors would never be a place any of them would choose to have this conversation but it’s too late. 
“Say it.” Felix enunciated the words, staring him down with that same look on his face. Harry pretty much knows what’s going to happen next. But at least he can’t be labeled a liar. 
“I fucked your sister.” 
He laughed. At first. And then sent his fist right into Harry’s face. Anything that happened after that, Harry doesn’t know too much about. He was too busy trying to slow the blood gushing from his nose down his shirt. 
“Get away from him!” (Y/N) shoved at Felix with everything she had. He stumbled back a few feet and tried to get around her again but she hurried to grab at the collar of his shirt. “Go home! You’ve done enough, he’s fucking bleeding you fucking idiot.” 
She’s not even sure how he can be mad. It’s not anything that’s concerning him. She knew that he’d be a jerk about it, but she didn’t think he’d punch Harry. 
Just in time, Laura came out of the restaurant doors again with her jacket. That must have been why they came back and saw them in the first place. (Y/N) still hadn’t gotten to check on Harry yet because she was too busy holding Felix far away from him and shouting as many insults as she could think of at him. 
“What is going on?” Laura looked between Harry who was still clutching his nose and (Y/N) holding Felix’s shirt in her hands with no intention of letting go. 
“He hit him for no fucking reason!” Normally, this wouldn’t be something that (Y/N) would cry over, she’s not the one who just got hit in the face but knowing that her fucking stupid brother did it makes her want to kill him. So, she just can’t stop the tears streaming down her cheeks. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to forgive him for that. There are about a million different ways he could’ve gone about it, all without giving Harry a bloody nose. 
“No reason? Are you kidding me? They slept together, Laura! How is that okay?” Laura grabbed onto Felix’s arm so (Y/N) could let go and she hurried to Harry, looking him over and feeling so incredibly guilty for getting him into this. She should’ve just waited to kiss him until they got to the car. She never thought he would react like this. 
“Are you okay? I’m so, so sorry.” She ignored Felix’s ranting in favor of trying to see if Harry was okay. He had his head tilted the slightest bit to slow the blood flow but there were still streams of blood running down his arms and (Y/N) couldn’t stand the look of it. 
“It’s okay.” He muttered, still keeping his hands to his face. 
“Take him home, please, Laura. I don’t want to fucking look at him.” She spat out before rubbing her hand down Harry’s back, still feeling a tear or two tracking down her cheeks. 
“You know. Mark even said something on our way out. He said you two looked a little too close and I didn’t even think twice because I thought you were my friend, Harry.” 
“Fuck you, Felix. Don’t ever touch him again.” 
Laura looked incredibly confused as (Y/N) guided Harry back in the direction of his car without a proper goodbye. She didn’t know what to say. She hated that Harry was in any kind of pain because he was the last person that deserved it. 
There were napkins in the glove compartment of Harry’s car and she hurried to pass those to him as soon as they sat down. She could barely look at him, just because he was still covered in blood and she knew it was all her fault. 
“Hey. Don’t cry. I’m alright, I swear.” His now clean hand rested on top of hers but she shook her head. 
“That was so stupid and I’m sorry.” 
“It’s not your fault. He was bound to find out. Should’ve known he’d punch me in the face.” He chuckled, letting her hand go so he could turn the key in the ignition. 
“It’s not funny.” 
“It’s not. That’s going to bruise like a motherfucker.” He shrugged it off and started for home. (Y/N) kept her arms crossed and stared out the window as she tried to process everything. She could kill Felix. 
“You should hit him back,” She blurted out. “Fuck it. I’ll do it for you.” She wanted to pull her phone out now and call him to cuss him out one last time. But she figured that she would let the situation simmer down. Felix can get over himself. And she won’t be talking to him until he apologizes to Harry. 
“None of that. I’m pretty sure any brother would do that, baby. He’ll get over it.” 
“You think so?” 
“I know so,” He shot her a reassuring smile. “I wish it happened in a different way but I’m glad he knows. Secrets aren’t fun.” 
“You’re the one that didn’t want to tell him.” She almost wanted to say I told you so, but decided the bruise already starting to form at the bridge of his nose was enough. 
“Yep. And now I need my nurse to take care of me,” He smirked before raising his eyebrows at me. “Is head still on the agenda?” 
“Off the agenda now. You need ice.” 
“Damn it, Felix.” 
Once they reached the apartment, (Y/N) made sure to pass him an ice pack right away. His face would bruise and swell but she wanted to try to lessen it in any way she could. He changed his clothes and cleaned his face before finding her in her room with the blankets pulled back for him to slip in beside her. 
She tucked him into her bed and laid right next to him as he iced his nose and winced every so often. 
“Does it hurt?” 
“A little. No big deal.” 
“I’m still sorry that he hit you. You didn’t deserve it.” 
“I might have a little bit. He’ll get over it though. He likes me too much.” Felix did really like Harry. She hadn’t heard much about him in the past couple of years but she knew that they still kept in good contact. And she hopes that Felix can get the fuck over it and everything can go back to normal. 
Because (Y/N) is not letting go of him anytime soon, so he better get used to it. 
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Those pics of harry today brought me back to life, you have no idea. I’m watching the game, that’s how bad it is. Anyway, one more part of housemates and then I’m finishing the other wips before anything new. SOMEONE HOLD ME TO THAT PLEASE. IF YOU CATCH ME POSTING SOMETHING NEW, TELL ME TO STOP!
Thank you for sticking with me too 😊
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KAYA LISTEN TO ME-
Idk if you will feel this as much as me BUT
First you have to listen to "Get in the water" from Epic the musical. (If You didn't already xD)
Second:
How will the obey me boys react to seeing the MC in the position singing this/threatening the person that for example did something terrible to a person dear to them or even killed a loved one? Would they let them do it? Would they stop them? How would they feel about it?
For the past day I can't keep thinking about anything else and now I need your help because you always get the point that I want aaaaaagskyhskdh help
MC kills someone
MC has their magical abilities here and is manipulating the ocean
I really recommend to listen to Get in the Water by Epic the Musical, but you don't have to to understand this. It's mainly for the vibes
Gender: neutral
Warnings: threats, death, angst, MC is murderous, slight spoilers about what happens after you free Belphie from the attic in Mammon's and Belphie's parts
Lucifer
He knows what you're feeling right now, but he doesn't want you to do something you might regret later on
"Are you absolutely sure?"
As a response you only shoot him a glare full of rage and sorrow. That is answer enough
"Fine then. I won't stand in your way."
The person responsible for your grief has brought this upon themselves and Lucifer refuses to intervene
He will have your back the same way his brothers had his back during the Celestial war
Maybe he should. Maybe he should keep you from taking a life, but would he react ant different if they had taken you from him? It wouldn't be fair
So he stands still at a nearby cliff, silently watching the tides rise and listening to your angry roars
The other person falls to their knees, begging for mercy which only fuels you
Lucifer can't do much except be there for you once you finish the deed and he intends to stay by your side for as long as it takes
Mammon
He's very well aware of the fact that nothing in the three realms is going to talk you out of it, but he doesn't want to see you go down this path of destruction
"MC, you're better than this!"
"What if that person had killed me? Huh, Mammon? What would you do in my position?"
He knows what he'd do. After all he once held your dead body in his arms. The image still haunts him everytime he closes his eyes
Mammon is all for making people who take things dear to him pay, but you're his sweet MC. It pains him to see you go from the kindest person he's ever met to...this
He wishes he could take all the suffering from you and go through this hell himself
The last thing he wants is lose you so he quickly pulls himself together and decides to stand by you when you do it
"You really don't have to, Mammon."
"I do. I won't let ya go through this alone."
Because wherever you go he will follow you even if you're leading him to the deepest pits of hell
Leviathan
Like Mammon he's hesitant to let you do this at first
It's just that you've never been a killer in his eyes. You're his innocent human who occasionally kicks ass when the ass deserves it, but this is entirely different
"I want to do it by the ocean."
"W-what will you do there?"
"...drown them."
Yes. Drowning. One of the most painful deaths one can experience
Levi knows it, because he feels every single life that is being taken by the tides fading. They're his tides after all
Only then he realizes how serious you are about this and how nothing will stop you from doing it
"If you do it then I want to be with you. In the water."
You stare at him silently for a few seconds until you nod
He desperately wants to be there in case you drown yourself in your own grief
Satan
No one understands the rage that you felt the day this person took the thing most dear to you like Satan does
That day he felt it through the realms. It woke him up from his sleep and made him nearly tare down the entire house of lamentation
Your wrath still pulls on him to this day. It's making him go insane and he has no idea how long he's going to be able to keep calm. If this goes on any longer he might destroy the entirety of the devildom
That's also why he doesn't disagree with you when you tell him about your murderous plans. Maybe you both will have some kind of relief
Nothing could prepare him for the day
Not only does the sea rage under your hand. Satan does as well
It's as if something knocked out all the air in his lungs and he falls to his knees, desperately trying to control his shaking body
"Get in the water!"
He can hear your screams inside his head and he is so close to kill that person with his own two hands, but he wouldn't take that from you. He couldn't
"Get in the water."
Asmodeus
People might think that Asmo doesn't understand love. That he only understand desire and attraction on a physical level
But truth be told, no one loves the way he loves
So when you tell him what you plan on doing his expression turns completely blank and he takes your hands
You can see your own determination in his eyes
"Do you really want this?"
He whispers the words, but they're still hanging loudly in the silent room
"I do."
"Very well, love. I'll go with you."
"You don't have to, Asmo. It's my business."
"Oh, my silly MC. How do you intend to raise the entire ocean without channeling a demon's magic?"
You usually channel the brothers magic on accident, because you don't feel comfortable using their powers for your own gain
Asmo's offer is different. He has a point and looks just as sure about this as you are
If you wouldn't have decided to kill the person who hurt you the most then he would have done it himself
Beelzebub
Ever since grief took over you Beel has been eating less. Seeing you in so much pain makes him feel sick to his stomach. All he does all day is worry about you so there isn't really the time to eat something either
He's of Levi's and Mammon's opinions when it comes to this. Beel doesn't want you to walk the dark path of revenge and self destruction
Belphie is living proof that the hatred doesn't end and only takes over everything that makes you...well you
Seeing his brother in such despair was bad enough, but he can't handle seeing you like this as well
But he gets it. He felt the exact same when he lost Lilith. There were less murderous intentions though
"MC, please don't. You saw what it did to Belphie-"
"And none of you stopped him."
Ouch. Even though your words hurt, Beel won't hold them against you. He knows it's the anger in you speaking and not you
Nothing will change your mind so the only thing he can do is support you and make sure you don't kill yourself in the process
Belphegor
He knows. He knows it too well and is just waiting for you to come up to him. To come up with a plan similar to his during the time he was locked up in the attic
Belphie is the last person to stop you. It simply wouldn't be right if he did, considering how he lashed out on you back then
"Use my power, MC."
"Are you sure?"
Of course you know that you don't have to ask him. If anyone would help you with this then it was him
"I owe you. For forgiving me."
You don't think twice about taking him up on his offer and the two of you immediately get to work
The sound of crashing waves is deafening, but Belphie can hear your screams loud and clear even though there is quite a distance between you and him
The murderous look on your face, the rage you wield the tides with and the lack of life in your eyes remind Belphie of himself
And the day he killed you
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jinkiezzsstuff · 1 month
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Hate That I Love You
adam x insecure!tsundere(ithink) GNreader
Summary: You’ve been Lutes friend for a long while, and occasionally you ran into Adam; after finding out about the extermination thanks to him, you become a three party group. Except you can’t accept liking Adam, him being obnoxious and egotistical, you pretend you hate him. That blows up in your face.
Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, angst ish, hurt/comfort i think, insecurities around strength (mental and/or physical), implied but never confirmed virgin reader, readers looks get insulted nothing intense nor specific, descriptive panic attack/fainting, reader throws an object at adam’s head, NO YN, GN, No alluding to or mention of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour. oh possibly OOC adam idk, not proofread so sorry luvs, I think that’s it if not let me know! enjoy :3
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Your index finger sat atop the straw sitting in your drink, moving it around the glass as you mindlessly listened as Adam ranted to you and Lute, mostly Lute, about Charlie Morningstar. You weren’t an exorcist- no, you actually didn’t know about the exterminations at all…up until recently. Thanks to one of Adam’s childish outbursts, you had a long night with Lute explaining the whole situation to you. Now you were sworn to secrecy, and conversations of the madness that the extermination were and everything they came with, AKA Charlie.
Adam wasn’t ever your buddy, he was just someone who shamelessly attached himself to Lute's hip; but you put up with it because of your good friendship with Lute. Now, he’s somehow weaselled his way into believing you were part of this weird “team” purely based off of association.
“I mean who does this long horned, pointy teeth, pussy mucher think she is?!” Adam screamed slamming his hands against the table, you rolled your eyes at him and his stupid antics. “You’re one to talk,” You replied, his eyes snapping toward you. “You’ve got both horns and teeth. Why don’t you take that funky band mask off anyways?”
Scoffing he rolled his neck side to side. “Because this is my job, my persona, how’re people gonna recognize me without it!? Duh, dumb bitch.” Muttering the insult quickly, he leaned his cheek on his palm and went back to sucking his drink.
“With all due respect sir, this is really bad news, we can’t let Charlie persuade Sera.” Lute piped up, her mask discarded showing the genuine emotion on her face. Sometimes you couldn’t tell if he was a friend, someone she was in love with, an annoying brother-like figure, or just her lazy ass boss. Maybe all of the above.
Which is probably one of the reasons you kept your tiny little crush on Adam to yourself. He was cruel to you anyways, always comparing you to someone faster, funnier, stronger, hotter at least that’s what you told yourself. Instead you chose to be more of a bitch back, acting as disgusted and disinterested as you could, especially when Lute was around as she could sniff out a lie like some psychic canine.
“Yeah, duh Lute i fucking know that. You think I've been jerking off this whole time! No, eyes, ears focused, I haven't cum in days.” He whined, throwing his head back. Lute only scoffed glancing over at you slumped back in your seat barely sipping your drink, eyes casted downward. “You don’t have to be here for this kind of talk,” Lute started saying, her hand inching across the table to yours, but she was stopped by Adam once more leaning forward, gloved palms slapping against the table.
“The fuck are you saying Lute!? We get another fucker in this circle and you wanna cast her out. Un-fucking-believeable. It’s like you want Charlie to win.” Throwing a napkin at Adam, Lute slid her hand away from you. “They’re not even an exorcist Adam, you’re the fuck head who got them in on exterminations!”
“No i didn’t, they walked in on a private conversation.” Eyebrows knitted together you lurched forward, anger fueling you. “Oh piss off Adam, how many times are we gonna go over this stupid situation! I’m not your fucking friend, i’m not ‘in’ on it, i’m here for Lute and you won’t fucking leave!”
Adam had a bored expression on his face while you ranted, unfazed by anything you’d said. Lute however bit her lip clasping her hands together. In a fight between her boss slash friend, and her friend, she didn’t know what to do. “You always have your nose up in Lute's business, it’s so annoying. Lute’s my man, okay she works for me! Guess who comes first in this business chica? Not you.” Adam mocked sticking his tongue out at you.
Standing you picked up your cup whipping it at Adam’s head, he dodge it easily, but your emotionally fueled violence made you quickly regretful as both Adam’s and Lutes eyes looked at you questioningly. You’d never really lost your shit before, and this wasn’t the worst Adam has said, so they were a little confused at your outburst, yourself included.
“Listen, Adam, I’m-“ Before you could finish Adam keeled over, laughing maniacally as you watched. After a few short laughter filled moments, Adam straightened, elbows on the table, hands hammocking his chin as he smiled up at you.
“Got some bite in you for sure huh babe, ha! I’m not surprised, honestly when i saw you i was like ‘this bitch has a face made for hell’, you probably got up here cause you were unfuckable so, like, virgin. Oh! Oh! That makes so much fucking sense dude! Ha! Bummer, I could smell the weak loser on ya, didn’t I tell ya danger tits?” Adam questioned head turned toward Lute after his animated, and very condescending speech.
Lute only looked down, not responding. Meanwhile you were horrified, you’d always felt a little less than Lute, after all she carried out holy duties, ones that you hadn’t fully known up until recently, so hearing Adam say the same things you thought of yourself, shattered you. Your face felt hot as tears gathered on the waterline of your eyes. You didn’t belong here, you said it for the longest time everyone here was mindless optimist zombies, Lute was your only lifeline, and for a few months you suppose-Adam.
You never hated him, but it’s clear he’s only fond of Lute. You’re the intruder, you’re the odd one. Clenching your fists you didn’t even bother with a come back, you slid out from your table booking it to the door. Tears unwillingly slid down your cheeks, your chest heaving as your throat closed silencing whatever weep dared to exit your throat.
You could hear Lute calling after you but you genuinely didn’t want to be followed by her, you were embarrassed; the last thing you wanted was the strong exorcist coming to witness you crumble. Throwing the door to the building open your wings sprung out on reflex, and after a few quick steps you took off. You couldn’t quite see, or breathe for that matter. Your mind lagged behind you, replaying the moments in your head that matched up to Adam’s insults.
You blinked rapidly as you attempted to focus on the clouds beneath you and breeze around you, but you couldn’t. You choked once more, your stomach convulsing inward causing you to gasp, a sob violently escaping you as you rocketed toward whatever surface you could find. Suddenly you hit something solid, stunning your flight and causing you to spin down, plummeting. As you fell, the breeze stabbed you as you cut into it, your wings sagging and loosely flailing above you, it felt so calm and freeing you didn’t feel the will to stop.
By the grace of god, however, you were caught and roughly smacked against the chest of someone, their arms clutching you tightly. You barely heard a ‘gotcha’ before your vision tunnelled, stomach flipped and you lost consciousness.
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Waking slowly, your eyes stung the moment they opened, nearly watering at the blinding white that invaded them. Willing yourself to rise, you lazily scanned the room you laid in. A living room, coloured with yellows, creams and whites, it was, in all honesty, way too much. A large portrait of a man with a woman, meticulously scrapped out, hung above the fireplace. You’d never seen this man ever before, and the woman was too scratched out to get any idea on who it was. Suppose these people never existed as it was a painting, but there was something about the man that captivated you so deeply.
“Look who finally rose, sleeping bitchy.” You immediately felt sick, turning your head unsurprised to see Adam standing there smugly. You frowned deeply, it felt nearly impossible to twist your mouth in such a way, but there was no hiding your distaste in seeing the angel. “Why am I here, Adam.” You say scaldingly, eyes closed attempting to shield yourself from whatever foul look took over his face. “Well after your little shit show, a little over dramatic by the way, Lute left to find you, and I went for a fly. Then suddenly minding my own business I see you tryna play asteroid! Then when I caught you, your dumbass went out.”
Sighing loudly you pulled your hand down your face. “Please, admit Lute put you up to it.” Slamming a glass of water down on the table along with a platter of fruit, including oranges, pomegranates and mangos, Adam grunted moving his hand to sit on his hips. “The fuck she did, she’s not getting the praise for this one.” You looked up at him and then down at the fruit and drink on the side table just to your right, you nodded at it. “What’s this?”
You barely whispered out. Blowing air out threw his lips effectively raspberryingring the air, he shrugged. “Stuff for you, duh, you’re like sick or something right?” You nearly smiled at that, you’d never had Adam have that reaction. Quite the array of fruit as well, carefully you picked up a few pieces of orange, as well as mango that had a toothpick sticking up from them you munched down. You hummed, watching like a hawk as Adam walked across from you and sat on the other couch.
“How long was i out?” You questioned after swallowing, gulping down some water feeling the soothing sensation on your raw throat. “Maybe thirty minutes, not long. I texted Lute, I told her you were with me, safe.” That made you pause, you gazed up at him from the bowl of pomegranates you started digging into. “What? Why didn’t she come?” Adam huffed, throwing his hands behind his head and leaned back. “Because I told her not to.” Your mouth fell open eyes wide.
“Why thee holy fuck, would you tell her not to come?” Sitting up straighter you swung your legs over the side, sitting properly instead of lounging. Adam wouldn’t meet your gaze drifting off to the left and right. “Fucking… fuck!” He exclaimed almost in what sounded like exhaustion. Watching him closely, you waited as he seemed to have an inner debate with himself. Then swiftly he gripped his face and ripped off his mask.
The face you were met with was like a punch in the gut, yeah he could be compared to men you’ve seen in your lifetime probably at a gas station or cheap bar, but it was Adam. The man you’ve been trying so hard to hate, getting into cussing battles, throwing insults at each other that rolled off the back, occasionally praising each other's insults, forcing yourself to loathe him when you both kinda knew it wasn’t and now it was real. You got to look in his gold eyes, the dark thick lashes accentuating the uniqueness of his eye colour, the chin hair that crawled just under his chin -which you never expected him to have-, his tousled brown hair, thick eyebrows one eyebrow pierced - also a shock to you-.
He looked like the asshole he was, and it made you fucking sick. Trying so hard to hate him had come to this? Him unmasking himself after saving you? Cruel, you wanted to hate him, get over him not know that all he said about him being the hottest, the dickmaster, pussypounder-whatever, was probably true, that he’s hot. You were embarrassed to feel the nasty hum of jealousy claw at you when you could see the woman in the painting in your peripheral, that was obviously him, with some woman. He was wanted, and taken before.
Flicking his tongue over his lips you caught a glimpse of a tongue piercing because of course the pretty boy would get whatever he wanted without worrying about rules. He shuffled nervously biting his lip as you eyed him shamelessly, which to him was judgemental, his nerves suddenly making him feel sweaty. “Why?” You ask breathily, you were too enchanted to care how he perceived that however. His eyes properly met yours, your legs crossed subconsciously at the zap you felt just by a look.
“Youre fucking dumb you know that? You think I hang with Lute when you’re around because Lute’s there?!” Adam stood after the exclamation, his eyes shooting around the room, hands flying to his hair. “I can’t fucking do this a third time! Fuck!” Tossing a vase across the room you watched unfazed by the sudden explosion, after all this was your thing too.
“I only go round Lute like that because you’re there dumbass, i tried easing up on you; just like Lute said! But you, oh noooo little bitch, just had to be so fucking bratty.” Standing over you sneering, you made no attempts to move, not genuinely scared of his anger but instead, perhaps, a little aroused. You in a way understood where his frustrations came from anyway, you in a sense felt the same way. Might be why you lost it earlier, the yearning had gotten too real, and he seemed so focused on Charlie.
“I am so disgustingly attracted to you, not even in a sex way! And I know how to deal with that a lot better.” Swinging his hand out sassily, he smirked to himself. Plopping next to you he rested his cheek on his hand, elbows rested on his legs. Plucking an orange from the table you watched him eat it, juice moistening his lips. “You think i’d peel fruit, save, house and give water to some broad I genuinely hated? No, stupid.”
Laughing dryly, you looked up away from Adam’s intense gaze. You smiled, eyes falling from the ceiling to your lap. “God i fucking hate you,” Adam’s face looked horrified, opening his mouth to speak, you stopped him grabbing his cheeks and pulling into a searing hot kiss. Your lips crashed against each others’ lazily but passionately, opened mouthed and slightly sloppy. It was slow however, a kiss that wasn’t just a kiss, neither of you wanted to haste past such a moment, such emotion. Adam’s arms wrapped around your hips nudging you forward, understanding the message you moved in closer, your body’s pressing against each other as much as you could from the seated position on the couch.
You dug your fingers into his hair, brainlessly playing with different strands as your tongues slid along one another’s without care, tasting the orange he just ate presently on his lips and to tongue. It felt heavenly being up against him, Adam smelt so good, he was so warm and you could feel how badly he wanted this. His body jittered, his hands gripping you like you’d disappear if he loosened. Pulling away and looking at Adam, he made no effort to move eyes still closed like trying to etched this memory in his mind. You hummed lovingly, brushing hair away from his forehead. “You’re a dumb bitch.” He whispered raspily, opening his eyes, although not by much as they lidded with lust.
You smirked at him brushing your thumb against his bottom lip. “I know. You too.”
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The Girl Next Door // JTK
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Summary: Will Jake ever speak to the girl who lives across the street from him? Or is he destined to pine in secrecy for all of eternity? Or maybe just until one of them inevitably moves out? Stay tuned to find out!
Pairing: Jake Kiszka x unnamed fem! character
Word count: 4.2k
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI ✧ no smut but I still don't want minors on my blog at all, allusions to the girl being depressed (idk, it's up for interpretation), so much pining, this is just fluff gift-wrapped in a bit of gloom ✧
A/N: It is technically the 14th where I live so Happy Valentine's Day! I started this months ago and turned it into a valentines fic for @seenoversundown's little writing event. It's not all pink and cute because I already had the header made and was feeling lazy. It was supposed to fit the prompt for writing love notes, but I got carried away so just enjoy this lovey-dovey mess instead. ♡
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There was a girl who lived across the street from Jake, in the brownstone apartment building that mirrored his own. On the second floor, windows furthest to the left. He told himself that it wasn’t weird or anything — that he knew all of this. Her apartment was just the immediate view from his. All of his windows faced the street. If he wanted to look outside, he would have to look at her building.  
He had first seen her the night he moved in, four months ago now. His brothers had helped him all day, carrying furniture and boxes up the narrow stairs — also to the second floor, the apartment furthest to the left. When they had left and Jake, for the first time, was alone in his new apartment, that’s when he’d seen her. Sat on a wobbly kitchen chair that Sam definitely hadn’t assembled correctly, he had looked out of his window, seeing mostly closed blinds since it was late at night. Except for in the window directly opposite his, depicting a kitchen that was very similar to his own. 
There was a brass gimbal candle holder placed on the table, a lonely white taper candle burning brightly. He remembered smiling at the thought of someone carrying a gimbal candle holder in this day and age, normally only used on stormy waters, so that the candles wouldn’t fall over and set fire to the ships. 
For a second he had thought of the fire hazard of the candle being left unattended, until he saw a girl sit down at the table. With a hoodie over her head and a mug of something warm, she curled up on a chair, much like himself. 
He had tried not to stare, returning to unpacking his things. Folding laundry into his wardrobe, organizing his record collection, and fixing the screws on the chairs that Sam had messed up. But every once in a while he had to look over the street to see if she was still there. And she was. Sometimes she would smile at something on her phone, or doodle something in a notepad. Other times, she would stare at the light, fiddling with the dripping candle wax. 
As the clock had struck 3 am, he looked over one last time, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. The girl was still there, head nodding, seemingly tired. But she stayed. He couldn’t understand how she wasn’t bored out of her mind yet, having sat still for hours at this point. He had turned off all his lights and fallen asleep, inevitably dreaming of a girl on a ship, waves crashing against it. She held a candle holder, her light leading him into the night. 
Jake didn’t mean for it to become a habit, it just happened. Whenever he was home, he would look her way. He started to notice things about the girl. Like how she changed to red curtains when December came around. Or how she would host dinners for her friends every Friday, rarely missing them. And how she was alone the rest of the time. Maybe she wanted things to be that way. 
She never looked his way, or so he thought. He hadn’t seen it anyway. 
He had gotten a job at a record store a few blocks away. On slow days, he found himself daydreaming about how she might walk in. Browsing through the crates, picking up something along the lines of Joan Baez or Carole King. Maybe she would ask for something obscure, floor him with knowledge of jazz fusion or black metal. 
Although, he wasn’t even sure if he would recognize her, only having seen her from afar. A part of him wished to keep her at a distance. Another wanted her to walk in and be rude, or have really bad breath. Just anything to erase the stupid and unexplainable infatuation he had with a complete stranger. She never ended up visiting the store. 
The girl went away over Christmas. Josh was somewhere with his partner, and Sam had to work, so Jake hadn’t seen a reason to travel home to their parents alone. He spent the days he had off rotting away in his apartment. Writing some songs, catching up on a TV series he’d wanted to see, trying out new recipes. The habit of looking out of his window, into her’s, was still there, only now, he was filled with a sad sense of longing every time he noticed she wasn’t there.  
Just a few days later everything was back to normal. Late at night, she was back in her window, the candle burning once again. As January passed, the sun’s hours became longer and the view through the window became brighter. Sometimes, a fresh bouquet of tulips would join the candle on the table. Other times, they would get pushed to the side to fit dinner or board games. Her friend group seemed to consist of four girls. Jake had seen them enter the building a few times by now. They’d eat and laugh together, well into the small hours. Yet afterwards, the girl would always sit alone by her kitchen table for at least a little while. Maybe to collect her thoughts. Maybe she needed the time alone. 
Jake imagined being the one to give her the tulips. Or running into her on the street, saying something meet-cute worthy. He imagined his shyness not being in the way for once. More realistically, he imagined her opening her window when he was out playing guitar on the building’s fire escape. Maybe she would compliment him. Maybe she would laugh at his pretentious song choices, always wanting to learn something more difficult than the one before. 
Maybe once she would just look out of her window, instead of at the burning flame, and see him, and all of it would make sense. 
He wished to be like the boys in the movies, or just the ones he’d see at the bar when he was out with his brothers. Bold, and confident. Just asking women out like it was a given birthright. (It obviously wasn’t, but he’d seen it work with his own eyes a couple of times). 
He could ask the girl out, the worst she could say was no. Maybe they could go out for coffee. Maybe he could take her to the park around the corner when the weather became warmer. Lay in the grass by the pond, look at the birds that had just migrated back. Smell the faint scent of the early spring. He could bring his acoustic guitar, make some picnic food. Try to woo her, the old fashioned way, show her that chivalry wasn’t dead.
What Jake didn’t know was that he would get his chance sooner than he’d thought. Well, he hadn’t actually thought he would ever get the chance. But he did, and he decided to take it. 
For some reason, he had offered to pick up Josh from the airport after his little vacation. That meant he had to get up at an ungodly hour to make it in time. As he stumbled, barely awake, out of his apartment building, sparse snowflakes falling from the sky, he saw the girl on the other side of the street, unchaining her bike. He thought she was crazy for riding a bike in this weather. 
Without thinking about it twice, he yelled out a hello to her. She didn’t react to it at all. She just put on a pair of mittens and started biking down the street, not even giving a little glance in his direction. He drove to the airport in silence, disheartened but still musing about her. 
His brothers invited themselves for dinner a couple days later, claiming that they all needed to catch up. Jake had a feeling it was more about their sense of guilt for letting him be alone over the holidays. He didn’t mind, he actually loved getting to cook for other people, even if his brothers were his worst critics. Sometimes they were even harsher on him than he was himself. 
The four of them huddled around his small kitchen table, feasting on his take on a roast dinner since none of them actually wanted Christmas food in the middle of January. He liked listening to them talk, joining when he felt like he had something to add. Somehow he had become the quietest one in the group as time had gone on and Sam and Danny grew out of their awkward teenage years. Although, they were still able to bring out a side of Jake that he liked more than his normal self — being able to joke and laugh, loudly. 
“Have you noticed your deaf neighbors across the street?” Josh asked, leaning close to the window, while he left Jake to deal with the dishes alone. 
Jake didn’t know what he was talking about at first. He reached for a towel to dry his hands as he walked over to see for himself. 
“I think they’re arguing in sign language,” he said, pointing to the window for Jake to see. 
Second floor. Furthest to the left. 
Through the window, he could see the girl and one of her friends. It was Friday after all. For some reason, the other two girls in the group were missing. Josh was right; they were talking in what appeared to be sign language, hands frantically gesticulating, giving the impression of a heated conversation.   
“What was that look?” Josh wondered as he watched his brother, seeing how he reacted to the girls arguing. “Do you know them?”
Jake walked away from the window, returning to the dishes in an attempt to ignore his brother. Josh wasn’t having any of it, grabbing him by the shoulders to basically force him to talk about it. 
“I tried saying hi to the girl living there, it’s nothing really,” he muttered as Josh started to laugh.  
“You feel stupid now?” 
“Yeah.” Obviously.  
It would make sense, how she hadn’t given any indication of acknowledging his presence when he’d tried talking to her. Maybe she couldn’t have heard him no matter how loud he felt like he’d been. How could he not have noticed it before? 
“Which one is it?” he asked, back at the window. 
“In the red shirt,” Jake explained. 
“Oh, I get it.” Josh nodded. “Mysterious, cute, and at a distance. Just your type!”
“Hey! I tried talking to her,” he tried to defend.  
“It doesn’t count if she couldn’t hear you,” Josh pointed out. “Get out of your shell, try harder.” 
After his brothers left that night, Jake sat alone by his kitchen table, much like the girl across the street. They mirrored each other, like their apartments also did. He scribbled some lazy words into his journal, but mostly he wanted to see if the girl was alright. Of course, he didn’t actually know anything about the situation, but it still felt out of character for the girls to be arguing. Generally, the view through her window on a Friday night was taken straight out of an indie film romanticizing friendship and girlhood. Tonight, she just looked sad. More alone than usual. He kept on wondering what they’d argued about.  
Now, did Jake try harder after this? No, he actually shied away more. He looked less and less out of his window. He went to bed earlier so that he wouldn’t see the girl sitting alone in her kitchen in front of the candle late at night. He didn’t know why, but he tried to forget about her existence completely. 
Although, when the next Friday passed and Jake saw the girl alone already in the afternoon, he felt his heart break a little. As he stumbled into his apartment after a day at work, the candle was burning unusually early. Her friends didn’t come over that evening, nor the weekend after. 
Even if Jake tried his best not to get caught up in what his imagination had created, the universe had different plans — for the both of them. 
He was really late, stupidly so. He also couldn’t believe how Josh and Sam had left it up to him to fix it. They would always get their mother flowers for Valentine’s Day. It started when they were young and would go with their father to the florist to help him pick out something special together. Then it just kept going. One year, it had been paper flowers that Jake had made in art class. Another year, it was weeds ripped straight from their lawn because they had forgotten about it until the last second. But still, they would always give her something. 
That was why Jake was hurrying into a flower shop two days before Valentine’s Day. He had scoured the internet for a florist that could send flowers across states and found one just down the street from him. He couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before, but at the same time, he bought flowers approximately once a year. The wilting houseplants on his windowsill were also a testament to how little he cared. 
They were very pretty though, the flowers. He was practically hit in the face with their sweet, wet smell as he stepped inside the shop, almost overwhelmed by the array of bright colors. The shop was cute, but small. He couldn’t help but make eye contact with the girl behind the register as soon as he walked in. 
“Hello there! Can I help you with anything?” 
Her voice was bubbly, a polished happiness covering it in a true retail worker spirit. It appeared that the distance hadn’t made a difference. The mere feet between their apartment windows weren’t enough. Jake could recognize her anywhere. The way she wore her hair, the slope of her nose, the fit of her clothes. His neighbor was a florist. A florist that he would have to buy flowers from now. And she talked? So, she wasn’t deaf? Maybe Jake had no idea how hearing loss actually worked — Fuck, how long had he been standing there just staring at her? 
“Oh, uhm — you’re able to send flowers, right?” he stuttered out, taking unsure steps up to the counter. 
“To every nook of the country!” she exclaimed. “You just pick whatever you want and give us the address, and they’ll magically appear.” 
The girl angled a computer screen for Jake to see the different options. He took notice of her brightly painted nails more than the actual flowers. 
“That would be neat,” Jake faltered. Keep it together, man. 
“Do you know what you want? Is it for valentines?” 
“I guess, I know she likes the color purple.” 
The girl thought for a moment, scrolling through the options, before she decided on leaving from behind the counter. As she waltzed through the store with easy steps, Jake could only admire her. She was adorable, wearing practical denim dungarees with pruning shears in every possible pocket. Not mysterious or as cryptic as he had made her up to be in his head. She was adorable, and appeared to have a vast knowledge of flowers. 
“It’s easier to show you the actual flowers than on that stupid screen. We’ve got purple carnations, they’re pretty,” she said, pointing out the carnations apparently. 
Jake didn’t know what they were. Smaller than roses and more wrinkly, maybe? The girl read him like a book probably, the unsure look on his face saying more than words could.  
“Or you could always do tulips, that’s my favorite. Especially these parrot ones,” she continued, smiling, holding up a bouquet. What a smile. 
He knew what tulips were. He had even noticed them through her window. 
“Parrot?” 
“I think it’s because the petals look like feathers,” she explained. 
“Let’s go with those then,” Jake decided in seconds. Not because he knew his mother would like them, but because the girl seemed so excited about showing them. They were her favorite after all. And his mother would love the gesture no matter what, she always did. 
“Great choice! I am so tired of men getting red roses when that is no one’s favorite flower,”  she exhaled, walking back behind the counter and starting to fill out things on the computer. 
“I thought they were a classic?” 
“Yeah, a classic way of showing that you haven’t cared to get to know the person that you’re dating.” She raised her eyebrows as she talked. 
He understood that a lot of people probably just stumbled into here on Valentine’s Day, buying something because they felt like they had to and not because they actually wanted to. 
“I’d appreciate roses, but maybe that’s because I don’t know anything about flowers,” he heard himself say. Was that totally pathetic or could he actually try to keep up a conversation with her?  
“You’re allowed to like roses, I’m not going to crucify you for it,” she giggled. “Now who is the lucky person to receive these?” 
“They’re for my mom…” 
“Hey, no shame in that. I’m sure she’ll love them. Can I get her name and address, and also your name?” she reassured him, writing away at the keyboard while her eyes were still gazing at him. 
Jake told her the information and watched as her eyes lit up. 
“Jacob Kiszka, huh? I recognize that name,” she said, visibly thinking. “I think we’re neighbors! The mailman mixed up our letters once, I had to roam your entire building to find you. Then I figured out that he’d mixed them up because we live in the same apartment, just on opposite sides of the street.” 
She talked quickly, as if she was embarrassed. Jake could barely comprehend what she was saying. She knew who he was? 
“I’m sorry for rambling, I promise that I’m not a creep, I just wanted to give you a lost Christmas card,” she apologized. 
That would explain the Christmas card he had received a week into January. 
“No, no, not at all. I actually recognize you too,” he hurried to say, an attempt at making her feel better. 
“You do? I rarely leave my apartment.” 
“I’m gonna sound like a creep now, but our windows face each other.” 
“Touché,” she laughed. “You play guitar, right? Out on the fire escape sometimes?” 
So, she actually recognized him? Not just from the post mix-up? 
“Yeah, have you heard me?” Jake asked. 
“No, uhm, I’m actually hard of hearing,” she said, gesturing to her ears. “I’m really bad at remembering to wear my hearing aids unless I’m working.” 
Jake just nodded, unsure of how to respond, as the girl typed in the last of the information and registered the payment. 
“Uhm, so one bouquet of purple parrot tulips will be at your mother’s door right in time for Valentine’s Day.” She clasped her hands together, elbows leaning on the counter. 
“Thank you for helping me,” Jake said with uncertainty in his voice. He didn’t want this conversation to end, yet he didn’t know how to continue it. “I guess I’ll see you around, neighbor.” 
“I would hope so,” she smiled as Jake walked out of the store, silently cursing himself. 
He continued to curse himself throughout his evening shift. She knew who he was and she hoped to see him again, yet he couldn’t manage to keep the conversation going? He couldn’t have asked her something about herself? Something more about flowers? He was starting to believe that he was actually stupid, lacked the ability to navigate a social situation completely. 
She had been talkative, and happy, and nervous about rambling — all things that indicated that she was actually interested, if Jake hadn’t been too stressed to notice it. 
He got home that night when it was already dark out. He immediately saw the candle burning, as he kicked of his shoes. He didn’t even have to try, it was like it lit up the entire street. Maybe that was just because he was subconsciously constantly looking for it. 
He made himself dinner, cleaned some things around his apartment, and got ready for bed, all without looking out the windows. Coming across as needy, or intrusive, was the last of his intentions. It wasn’t until he had to close his blinds that he faced her again. 
Sat at her kitchen table, candle burning. But for once, she wasn’t staring at the candle. She had her arms crossed on her windowsill, her head resting in her hands, carefully observing the street below them. As Jake moved by his windows, she looked directly at him, flashed a little smile, and waved her hand daintily. 
Jake took an embarrassingly long amount of time to react, but he smiled and waved back. He fell asleep that night with the same smile still stuck on his face. 
On February 14th, everything was normal for Jake, except for maybe a couple of annoying customers hurrying to find something to gift their partners. He understood why the girl was so tired of people buying red roses when he encountered a man who didn’t know if his partner would enjoy a Father John Misty or a Sade album more, after just googling the most romantic albums of all time right there in the store. 
As he got home that afternoon, something not so normal happened. On his doormat laid a big bouquet of white roses, wrapped in brown paper with a red velvet ribbon tied around the stems. A little card was nestled in between the flowers, reading ‘Will you be my Valentine?’ in cursive writing. Jake felt his hands shake as he pricked the bouquet up. He had never been given flowers before. At first, he assumed that it was Josh or his mother maybe, joking with him for being single. In the back of his mind, he had another wish, a slightly unreasonable but still possible wish. As he opened the card, he couldn’t believe it. In the same cursive writing as on the front he read: 
I hope you appreciate roses like you said you would. Still couldn’t get you plain red ones, it hurt my florist heart. This might be batshit crazy, but you know where to find me if you want to answer the question on the front of the card. Love, the girl next door. 
He read it a couple times over, slowly realizing that it was in fact true. He fumbled with his keys to open the door and ran over to his window to see if he could spot her. In the same chair as usual, with the candle burning, she sat, waiting for him to notice her. Jake could see how she was nervous, fiddling with her fingers and twisting in her chair. As she spotted him, her jaw dropped slightly before they both started to smile. 
Jake wasn’t sure if he had lost his mind or was thinking clearly for the first time in a long time, but with a tight grip around the bouquet, he hurried out of his apartment, crossed the street like a madman with no respect for traffic rules and practically jumped up the stairs of her building. 
On the second floor, the apartment furthest to the left, he found her, leaning against her doorframe with her hands in her pockets. 
“Hi,” the girl giggled. 
“Oh, uhm, hi.” Jake stumbled over his words, out of breath. “I’d love to be your Valentine.” 
What happened after that is better left unsaid. Let’s just say that the girl stopped spending most of her nights alone, and Jake didn’t have to look out of his window to see her anymore. Usually, he could just turn over in bed to admire her. Lay there for hours, count her birth marks, watch as her eyelashes fluttered as she drifted in and out of sleep. 
On certain nights, Jake would still find her sitting in either of their kitchens. In front of a candle burning brightly, half-dressed in one of his shirts, doodling in a notepad. They always kept pens and paper around to communicate, even when she couldn’t hear him that well. If she was tired, or overwhelmed — just knowing that Jake would still try and talk to her through little notes scattered around their apartments helped. A good morning on a post-it note hung on the bathroom mirror, or his work schedule printed out to hang on her fridge so she wouldn’t have to ask.   
Sometimes he would just watch her from bed as she stayed up all night, other times he would join her at the table, borrowing a pencil to hijack her doodling. Tonight, he sat by her side as she drew flower after flower, filling up an entire page. He snuck his arm around her as he wrote a small ‘What are you doing up?’ in messy handwriting in one of the corners, knowing that she wouldn’t hear him if he tried to talk. 
“Just thinking.” She shook her head as she continued to draw. 
‘You ok?’ he then scribbled under his earlier question. 
“Better than I’ve been in a while,” she whispered as she leaned over to kiss him. 
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torukmaktoskxawng · 2 months
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Hi anla! are you comfortable writing a Tsireya x fem! Omatikaya! reader where reader is very tough and intimidating and is quiet and prefers to spend time alone. Tsireya finds her by the water one time instead of being with her family and tries to talk to her but gets blown off— she then makes it her mission to get close to reader and after a while reader lets her?? idk maybe some cute slow burn romance? thank you and ur writing is sooo good!
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Pairing: Tsireya/Fem!Reader (Sully daughter, lol)
Word Count: 1,572
Warnings: Cuteness overload? Small mention of violence? Hinted courting? Not sure what else, but this was written on my phone, so it's not in my best element and is also shorter than I wanted.
Taglist: @mooniequeen @avatar-lover @taronyuhunter
A/n: I definitely played into the unspoken fact that Na'vi, or at least Forest Na'vi, are basically cats 😅
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When you first brushed off Tsireya's friendly conversation, the chief's daughter was beside herself all night thinking she had done something wrong, wondering why anyone wouldn't want a new friend in a strange, foreign place far away from home. Tsireya knew that if she was in your place, she'd be desperate for new friends to keep herself sane so she wouldn't feel as homesick.
Needless to say it was a little hurtful and confusing when you completely ignored her attempts at befriending you. You, the sibling born between Kiri and Lo'ak, didn't appear interested in anyone or anything other than your space. Your brothers and sisters, who are way more outgoing and eager to befriend Tsireya and the other reef children, don't even appear bothered by your mannerisms. Tsireya decided to ask Lo'ak why that was.
According to your younger brother, you have always been this way. You kept to yourself and only made time for family when you absolutely had to.
"What about friends?" Tsireya had asked, bewildered.
Lo'ak simply shrugged, "She considers us her friends, too."
That baffled the reef girl to no end. How can someone not want to find friends outside of her own family? Wouldn't you get tired of them and need to talk to someone outside of your circle of relatives? Tsireya can understand having boundaries but to this extreme? It both confused and intrigued her.
No longer hurt by your behavior, her curiosity had gotten the better of Tsireya. Even though you were a little intimidating, it didn't sway her from trying to hang out with you more.
She first started by just simply staying by your side. She didn't talk or anything, just sat or walked by your side, regardless of the side glances you gave her. Despite wanting to fill any awkward silence between the two of you, she kept quiet and instead just tried to get you used to her presence, wanting you to at least trust and feel comfortable around her. Whenever you side-eyed Tsireya, she simply smiled and ignored how put-off and tough you looked.
Lo'ak had never seen a cat before in his life, but from what his father had told him, you were very much like one. Jake affectionately compared you to a stray cat all the time, even more so than Spider. To gain your trust, someone would need to have unlimited patience and kindness. No one outside of your family had ever tried and if they did, gave up too easily. Spider was the only exception. Growing up together, you silently considered him your family just as much as your siblings.
However, while watching Tsireya try to approach you with her silent tactics, Lo'ak couldn't help but agree with his father about the stray cat's comment.
Once it's safe to assume you didn't care whether or not Tsireya was hanging out with you, she moved on to small, teeny tiny talks. She does this by complimenting you.
"Your hair is really beautiful today."
"I love that bracelet Tuk made for you. It compliments your eyes."
"You're amazing at fishing!"
It was... like walking on thin ice. You didn't say anything back, but your expression made you look wary of the compliments. If your hair wasn't hiding them, Tsireya would've seen the dark blush that enveloped them. Once you are no longer entirely put off by this step of conversing with you, the chief's daughter starts letting you in on all of her village gossip.
"Don't let Rotxo know I told you this, but he's very infatuated with Kiri."
"My mother had to treat one of our deep divers who thought it was a good idea to wrestle with his own tsurak."
"Our best singer thinks she can fool everyone by always wearing a shawl, but we all know she's trying to hide her growing belly."
You never say anything in response to the gossip, but Tsireya didn't miss the way your ears twitched, letting her know that you were listening to her, regardless of how you felt about village rumors. It made her smile, knowing that you were paying attention. She hadn't realized, but Tsireya had found herself enjoying talking to you, even though you never responded. What was once an attempt to get you to like her ended up being something that she ended up liking about you. Tsireya is one who is never at a loss for words and has even been told at times -mostly by her brother- that she talks too much. So to have someone not say a word but she knows is listening to every word she says was heartwarming, to say the least.
The curiosity and drive to be your friend slowly turned into an infatuation when she got you to smile for the first time.
She had boldly decided to gift you something but knew that it wouldn't be genuine if she didn't make something that you liked. Instead of jewelry, she made a small shell ornament meant to go on the front of your ikran's harness. When she handed you the gift, she felt as though the air had been stolen from her lungs at the sight of your smile.
It was small, but it was definitely there. You had what Lo'ak and Spider would use to call a "resting bitch face" and so any other emotion you expressed was easy to place. Tsireya found herself wanting to weave your smile into her memory, to swim to the Cove of the Ancestors as fast as possible to connect to the Spirit Tree and have your smile forever remembered by Eywa.
"I don't know why you like her so much," Ao'nung comments as he and his sister do their morning chores. He visibly shivers with his usual, permanent scowl ebbed on his face, an expression he most definitely inherited from Ronal, "She looks like she could rip my throat out with her teeth."
Poor, sweet, innocent Tsireya found herself shocked as something warm and pleasant rolled in her stomach, the image of you being so ferocious sending a weak chill down her spine. Unbeknownst to Ao'nung, his sister was in a dilemma, beside herself as to why it pleased her at the mere thought of you being able to end someone just by using your teeth. Trying to hide the growing blush rising to her face, Tsireya kept her head down and purposely focused on the fishing net she was mending. 
"She's strong and fierce," the reef girl simply states, "And she's a good listener."
Ao'nung squints at her, baffled and put off by Tsireya's observation of you, but doesn't comment further.
But this strange friendship between you and his sister only baffled him further when the next time all of the reef children and Sullys were working together to build a strong canoe. You had approached the group, much to everyone's surprise, and held your hand out to the chief's daughter.
"Reya..."
All eyes quickly glance between you and Tsireya, not sure who everyone should be looking at. Rotxo and Ao'nung's jaws drop, never knowing what your voice sounded like before now. Ao'nung is even more affronted by the nickname you gave his sister. No one calls her that.
Tsireya's face visibly brightens as if you had just shown her the stars for the first time. Standing up to join you, she holds her hand out as you place something down in the center of her palm. 
Your smile had returned as she drew close, faint and perhaps a bit shy, but it was present and it made her heart skip a beat as you whispered, "A piece of the Omatikaya."
You drew your hand away and then quickly turned around, walking back down the beach from the way you came. Tsireya nearly whined when she could no longer feel the heat that naturally radiated from your skin before remembering the item now nestled in her hand. Looking down, she uncurls her fingers and gasps quietly.
It was a beautiful choker made out of red and orange beads, tied tightly together, meant to climb up her neck and make her look taller, something similar to what she'd seen Neteyam and Neytiri wear. She had never worn anything with such bright, warm colors, reminding her of the fire in your yellow, piercing eyes. Without a second thought, she removed her own necklace and replaced it with yours, her fingers shaking with excitement as she clasped it around her neck. Beaming proudly, she turned back to your siblings and the other reef children to show off your gift, and while some of them were speechless, Tuk wasn't the least bit surprised by the exchange she had witnessed and squealed.
"It looks so pretty on you! I was watching her make that for hours and couldn't wait to see how it turned out!"
The young Na'vi girl's statement had everyone finally blinking from their shock, Rotxo even going as far as complimenting Tsireya's new necklace while your siblings and even Ao'nung all looked at one another with wary suspicion. Ao'nung waited until Tsireya was caught up speaking adamantly to Tuk and Rotxo before he snapped quietly at the other Sully siblings.
"What in Eywa's name was that??"
Lo'ak's jaw tightens but he doesn't say a word, briefly remembering another fun fact about cats that his father once told him. Something about what it means when a cat likes or trusts another animal or person, they tend to start gifting things like dead rodents. 
He visibly shivers, hoping his sister won't go as far as to start bringing dead things to Tsireya.
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qraceiuv · 5 months
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open arms. jude bellingham.
summary — jude bellingham x arnold!reader | fans notice you've joined your brother trent and his friends on vacation, and can't help but suspect a relationship between you and jude
note — barely looked over this, its honestly horrible. but honestly might even do a pt 2 for fun
warnings — nothing i can think of fs
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y/nsusername
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y/nsusername: vacay captures🌴☀️🩵
username: MY QUEEN HAS POSTED
username: 6th slide is me
username: JUDE? I SEE JUDE
— username: me every second of the day
username: omg she joined trent and them w her friend thats cutee😭
username: the jude pic helloooo
username: idk why but her posting a pic w just jude in her post calls out to me
— username: it is not as deep as u think it is
username: NOT YALL SAYING SHES W JUDE GOODBYEEE yall funny
trentarnold66: the angle on me is horrible
— y/nsusername: maybe dont take up all the space where i was laying!🥰
— trentarnold66: YOU GOT UP.
yourfriend: 6 is a call for help btw!
username: the sibling banter in the comments is real
dominikszoboszlai: did your phone fall in
— y/nsusername: for the last time, no😒
— masonmount: it did
— y/nsusername: WHY R U EVEN HERE?
judebellingham: 🩵🩵🩵
— username: is that all u got
— username: lowk random
— username: yes king, give us nothing!
username: OKAYYY HIM COMMENTINGGG
y/nsusername
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y/nsusername: nothing better than golden hour on the sand with my favorite person ☀️💛
username: face card hello
username: baby
username: yes girl, put that caption and dont show us who!!! how cute
username: and who is that maam??
username: jude
— username: now why would she be talking about her brother's best mate
username: yall its probs y/f/n or maybe trent obviously
username: girlie saw the jude allegations and said let me stir it up
trentarnold66: thats funny, cause your favorite person (me) has been at the hotel all night!
— y/nsusername: you think youre funny
— trentarnold66: yeah
yourfriend: my invite is?? where??
— y/nsusername: u always lose things
username: THEY CONFIRMED IT WASNT THEM SO WHO IS IT??
username: not trent, not y/f/n... call me delusional but...
username: jude needs to comment hello
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judebellingham: ☀️
username: this mf.
username: WHO WHOOOO
username: THOSE ARE LITERALLY Y/N'S NAILS
username: Y/N JUST POSTED THOSE NEW NAILS ON HER STORY GOODBTEEE
username: HER FAV EMOJI THAT SHE USES 24 FUCKING 7
username: now ik dang well
username: when i was RIGHT?!
username: GUYS GUYS GUYS
trentarnold66: sad day
— username: OHMYGOD
username: no this is so unexpected
y/nsusername: ☀️😊
— username: THEY HAVE TO DTOP
y/nsusername
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y/nsusername: challenge: find jude in every pic (except one) GO!! 😘 (since you all are so good at that😒) ((jk i love u and this is all hilarious!))
username: GET OUT
username: the caption shes so sweet😭
username: cutie pie
username: MY FAVES WTF?!
username: im gagging im
username: im flabbergasted BAD.
username: found him hahahaha (im ending jt)
username: TRENT WYA??
username: living the fanfic life rn tf
username: I CALLED IT
— username: RIGHT LIKE U GUYS CAN SUCK IT
judebellingham: im in none of these photos??
— y/nsusername: oh right! totally forgot about my brothers best friend in the photo dump!🤣
— username: THERES NO WAY😭
— trentarnold66: alright.
username: THEYRE SO MEANNN.
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cowboy-caboodles · 4 months
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confident davey is my favorite trope and i think we need more of it. hear me out.
jack, being known as the confident and charismatic leader of the manhattan newsies, always shamelessly flirting with anyone he can, never afraid to push the Delancy brothers (and others’) buttons, he’s jack kelly for christ’s sake. and then davey shows up, and everyone thinks he’s this uptight, quiet smart kid who has no business being on the streets selling papers, but he’s the first person who is able to get Jack Kelly to shut up and listen. so now the newsies are aware there’s something special about this kid, and they start to notice even more when jack loses his ability to think or function or act like his usual charming self the moment davey walks into the room.
idk maybe i’m a sucker for the old “nobody makes me lose my composure except this one person” trope. but like!! davey who shamelessly compliments jack in front of others!! davey who isn’t afraid to kiss him on the cheek at family dinner!! davey who has total control over jack’s charisma and he knows it!!
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darling-i-read-it · 1 year
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Please Don't Kill Me Mr. Ghostface!
Ethan Landry x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.8k 
Warnings: SCREAM 6 SPOILERS 
Very susceptible reader, Ethan’s reaction to Richies death, heavy insinuations to smut, faking the reader and Quinn's death, the slight cringe from scream movies dialogue <3, they literally have sex in the stab shrine room (when will it be my turn), (that is all skipped over), me being unsure of which ghostface was at which part of the movie. I have only seen Scream 6 once and was just going off what I remembered from it! So if things are wrong (timing, Ghostfaces, etc) then I’m sorry! 
Author’s Note: This one requires some suspension of belief lol. I don’t know HOW to justify the reader doing all these things except Ethan was cute and this is fiction <3 I hope you enjoy love!! Also I wasn’t 100% sure on if Ethan’s name was Landry or Bailey. I went with Landry (which I’m sure is fake but what we all know him as! So when I refer to the house under that name, I was torn lol)
Requested by anon, ooh ok so can i request ethan x reader where reader is in on the ghostface thing (but she’s not killing people she just knows about it) and like helps them with stuff (maybe with like faking quinn’s death and stuff like that idk) but also it’s somehow fluffy relationship stuff in there too lol (sorry it’s kinda all over the place😬)
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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You were laying on the back on Ethan’s bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. His room was as familiar to you as your own was. You had practically grown up at the Landry’s home, going to school together for your entire lives and staying close to Ethan throughout it all. Once you had hit your senior year in high school, it seemed only fate the two of you would start to date.
You put down your phone with a gentle huff. Ethan was sitting in front of his computer, doing homework. You turned your head to face him, trying to telepathically ask for attention. As if he could read your mind, he spoke. 
“Give me five more minutes.” 
“I told you taking chemistry for your lab credit was dumb,” you said gently, wanting to sneak in an ‘I told you so’ but also not wanting to agitate him. He was brilliant but he couldn’t always grasp the concepts he had too. You suspected some sort of undiagnosed learning disorder but you were far from a doctor. You were just his best friend. 
“I don’t remember you being there when I picked classes,” he said quietly. You rolled your eyes. 
“I was there in spirit.” You grabbed your phone again, flipping onto your stomach. You opened it back up, looking past the screensaver of you and Ethan over the summer before, when you had been on vacation with his family. You reopened Instagram to continue your doom scroll. The first story you opened was that of a friend from school. 
You usually skipped through them, not even registering what they said, but paused at the large bolded letters over a black screen. 
Rip Richie <3 
You didn’t deserve to be caught up in that. 
You squinted, trying to place a Richie that you knew. The first that came to your mind was Ethan’s older brother but just as quickly as the thought came it left. It couldn’t have been him. He was with his girlfriend in Modesto or something. Plus, how would this rando in high school know before you and Ethan? You kept flicking through your friend's stories, confused. Someone had posted a blurry picture of some sort of a crime scene. It was clearly reposted over and over so the picture itself was almost lost. You squinted and then opened your google app.
“Okay I’m done,” Ethan said, shutting his laptop with triumph. “I’m gonna ace that test tomorrow.” He looked over your face and could read you with ease. Something was wrong - or at the very least, confusing. “What?” 
You googled Richies name. A flood of reports came up. Your lips parted in surprise as you looked up at Ethan. 
“What?” he repeated. Before you could explain, his phone rang. You both looked towards where it was resting on the bed beside you. You picked it up. A picture of his dads face was on the screen. 
“Oh God,” you whispered, unable to contain it. 
“What?!” He grabbed his phone and answered it quickly. You sat up, tossing your phone aside and getting off the bed. You knew right now that he was going to be grieving more than you. You had to be there for him. “Hello? Dad?” You stood beside him and watched as his face fell according to the muffled voice coming from the receiver. His eyes were laced with confusion and then a flash of pain. “What do you mean Richie-” He was cut off. 
There were a few more words and then his eyes went dead with emotion. You weren’t sure what to do so you stood beside him. He hung up the phone after a moment and then looked up at you. 
“Richie?” He nodded. His mouth was ajar, stunned. He threw his arms around you and you embraced each other as he stood up. “What happened?” you questioned. He was silent. You didn’t think you were going to get an answer until he spoke, quietly. 
“He was murdered.” 
-
“It’s actually kind of easy to rig the roommate system,” you muttered, sitting at a chair in front of your computer. The room behind you was filled with the remaining Landry’s. 
You turned around to the curious eyes. 
“So he’s in?” Wayne questioned. You nodded. 
“He is going to be Chads Meeks-Martin’s roommate,” you explained. He slapped you on the back in approval. You had always been on good terms with Wayne. He was the kind of dad who would ask if you had a boyfriend and then wink at his son after the question. He had been slightly overjoyed when Ethan told him you were dating. This came only after, he caught you and Ethan making out in his bedroom. It was mortifying but he was pretty okay about it. 
“Thanks kid.” 
Wayne was not on board with telling you about the trio of Ghostfaces he had planned but Ethan insisted. You had been there when he found out about Richie and you had been there through all of his hardships. 
“And you’re okay with coming around my place when we have to…you know…” Quinn made a gesture of slitting her own throat. “I mean, I need someone to drag my body out of there while my dad brings a new one.” 
You tried to ignore your moral dilemma to this. Ethan had promised you wouldn’t be implicated in any of this. But sometimes when Wayne looked at you during this you knew that you would go down with them if he went down. You were in on this now. You couldn’t exactly back out. 
“Yeah, no problem.” 
Quinn smiled brightly. She was slightly too excited about this. Part of you still didn’t think it was actually going to happen. You couldn’t imagine Ethan actually killing anyone, even when his eyes lit up while talking about it. 
“For Richie,” Ethan promised, placing a hand on your back. You nodded, getting up and out of your seat. You gestured to the computer. 
“I didn’t think this is what I would be doing with my computer science classes,” you admitted. Ethan smiled gently at you, ever soft, even when planning people’s literal murders. 
“For some reason I feel like she’s gonna have no problem faking our deaths but is gonna have a major problem not getting to hang out with Ethan everyday,” Quinn teased. You rolled your eyes. You wouldn’t be able to see him when he’s hanging out with his new group of friends. At least, you would have to act like you didn’t know him as closely as you actually did. You were meant to be Quinn’s friend in all of this. 
Wayne was grabbing papers off the table, presumably planning. He actively tried to burn everything after memorizing it. You thought it was dumb of him to write anything else. 
“You gonna be okay?” Ethan questioned, jokingly. You rolled your eyes. 
“You shouldn’t be worried about me E. I’m not the clingy one in this relationship.” 
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Sam and Tara shouldn’t have been as nice as they were. You recognized the hate in Sam's eyes, the paranoia that was justified. She was out, attempting to get Tara from a party she went to. You sat in the apartment with Quinn. She was working through some homework. You were still amazed she did all that during this planning. 
You walked around her room, making sure that all of the blood that needed to come out, would come out. You liked to double check. You blamed the nerves. 
“Is he supposed to be here soon?” Quinn questioned. You glanced back at her. 
“You know we aren’t supposed to talk that much over the phone.” You were standing on top of her bed. Everything was in place for when your Ghostface arrived. You hopped down. She turned away from her computer. 
“I know you’re not supposed to. I also know he can’t help himself.” You rolled your eyes. 
“Soon. Within the hour,” you admitted. She left her computer open, to show that she was ambushed. You and Quinn were supposed to die tonight at the hands of Ghostface. After Sam and Tara left, he would sneak in and find you both, unsuspecting and oh so helpless. By the time the sisters returned home, you would both be dead, or close to it.
You glanced down at your phone which was still open to your texts with Ethan. 
Can’t wait to stick something in you tonight ;) 
You rolled your eyes, flushed, and turned off your phone. 
Quinn helped you to make sure everything would look as realistic as possible. She explained, again, that they would blame Sam for all of this. Once she was dead and Richie’s death had been paid for, the two of you would be able to return to society as though Ghostface had held you captive. 
You were too far in to back out now. 
You heard the front door open. Quinn shut her blinds so that no one would see Ethan maskless. It had been a couple of weeks since the two of you had been alone (or alone with Quinn). He walked in through the front door, which Sam had left unlocked in her rush, and quickly made his way to Quinn’s room. 
You met him halfway, throwing your arms around him. His laughter was muffled by the voice changer. You took his mask off of him, eager to get your lips on his. You couldn’t believe you were really doing this. You couldn’t believe your boyfriend was going to fake kill you. 
He kissed you before you could get to it. 
“Alright alright love birds,” Quinn grumbled. “Get in the closet Ethan, the girls are gonna be back soon.” 
“Will you give us one sec?” Ethan questioned. Quinn looked like she wanted to argue but knew that an argument would just continue this further than she wanted to. You stood outside of her door, leaving it ajar. He looked around carefully to make sure no windows were in view. You were alone. 
You took the mask from him. You felt it in your fingers. You hadn’t seen him in the outfit yet. You had seen Quinn and you had seen his dad but you hadn’t ever seen him in the full get up. 
“You’re so scary,” you whispered, a buzz in your voice. “I would be terrified.” 
“Are you scared?” He put the mask up to his face. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” You scrunched your nose, shaking your head. 
“What’s that part in the first Stab?” You thought for a minute, pressing yourself up against him. He looked at you with adoration in his eyes. He had missed you desperately. You had grown up together and spending a long time apart was proving to be more difficult than he thought it would be. “Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel!” 
He chuckled lowly and clutched your face, leaning over to kiss you. You let him, relishing in his lips. Who knew when he would slip away again to see you. You would be sentenced to hiding until all of this was over. He placed his other hand on your side, holding you in his grasp. 
“Alright you two! Andele, andele!” Quinn opened up the door. He let you go. You grabbed the mask with both of your hands, rubbing it with your thumb. It was scary. It wouldn’t be hard to act the part. 
“You ready to die?” he asked but his voice was so gentle it was almost comical. It was like he was checking in on you. 
“Yes sir.” 
You put the mask over his face and then he was no longer your boyfriend. He was Ghostface. You slipped into Quinn’s room and prepared for your end. 
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“Maybe I should’ve joined in on the killing,” you muttered, looking up at the ceiling. You were stuck in the Ghostface shrine that Richie had created. It was fun for a while, considering there was so much to look at, but there were only so many times the Stab movies were interesting to watch. Quinn came and went but mostly went. You weren’t sure where Wayne was keeping her otherwise. 
The burner phone in your pocket buzzed. You quickly reached for it. 
“Hello?” 
“Lemme up.” 
You knew that voice. You also knew he wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near here until much later. This room wasn’t even supposed to be found yet. He hung up the phone. You walked to the elevator and pushed the button to lower it. It took a few minutes but you heard it come back after a while. 
Ethan practically threw the gate open. 
“What are you doing here?” 
He threw his arms around you. 
“Those people are really fucking annoying.” You scoffed. You were grateful for the company but not at the behest of his cover. “I missed you.”
“Does your dad know you’re here?”
“I’m supposed to be in a study group.” 
“Skipping study group to see me? Tsk, tsk Ethan.”
“Shush.” 
He dipped his head to kiss you. You put your hands on his cheeks. You melted into him. You tried to imagine what Quinn would’ve said if she was here. Probably some crude joke that all three of you knew to be true in the end. 
You pulled away from him and kissed his jaw as you did so. 
“Bet you’ve never made out in the Stab shrine before,” he questioned jokingly. You scoffed. 
“Alright Ethan,” you scoffed. “How are you feeling?” 
“I don’t wanna talk about feelings,” he whined. “I have to be back soon.” 
“You came all the way up here to have sex in front of all these dead peoples possessions?” He paused. He knew how that sounded. He also knew he had faked your death. He wasn’t super sure how to handle this one. 
“Yes?” 
You narrowed your eyes. 
“I’m not gonna see you before the whole big thing. You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?”
“Pillowtalk,” he breathed. You pretended to think. 
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
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You sat up against the wall of the backrooms. You dragged him away from the prying eyes of all the killer memorabilia. 
“Are you scared?” you questioned. He had his head resting in your lap. He had to leave soon, you both knew it. 
“No,” he said quietly. “My dad will be there. He wouldn’t let us die when he’s with us.” You were brushing your fingers through his curls. You looked down at his big doe eyes, a faint smile on your face. 
“I’m scared.” 
“Don’t be.” 
“You can’t stop me,” you promised. He rolled his eyes. He hummed pleasantly from your touch. “You’ll be safe, yeah?”
“I’m going to kill someone.”
“I know. I know.” You tried not to think of it. You couldn’t imagine his eyes going black, killing people without remorse. Even when he was rushing at you with the knife, you knew he was just Ethan. “I still want you to be safe.”
“I’ll be safe.” 
“You have to go.” He groaned. You pushed him gently so he would get off of you. You would be stuck here. Maybe you would have another Stab marathon. You were beginning to like even the shitty ones. Stab 3 started to become an odd comfort. “I’ll be here when you’re done.” 
“You promise?” 
“Yeah E. I promise.”
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