#but if i ever told anyone besides my friends that i’m neither a girl or boy they would find me weird and be trans and homophobic 👍

[jobean12-blog]

Perfect Kind of Trouble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,566

Summary: You’re new to the neighborhood and you’ve landed a great job bartending at one of the local spots. So far it’s been a good change and things are going smoothly, that is, until Bucky Barnes, the neighborhood’s most eligible bachelor, walks into your bar and sets his sights on you. 

Author’s Note: I love the idea of Bucky chasing after a girl who gives him a run for his money! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: Lots of fluff, flirting, tension, Bucky might be a bit possessive but in a good way and he definitely goes for what he wants and that’s you, some sass in there, Bucky is protective too :) and Nat is the best wingman ever! 

“Oh my god, he’s here.”

You stop drying the glass in your hand and go stiff, side eyeing your friend Nat.

“Who Nat?”

She doesn’t answer and instead slides closer to you, leaning her head toward your ear.

“Bucky Barnes.”

“Who?” you ask again, starting to crane your neck to look.

“Don’t!” she snaps then instantly softens her tone. “Just meet me in the back in two minutes and don’t make it look suspicious.”

You give her a tiny nod and go back to your work on the glasses but you can feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. You can feel his stare.

“Ok. What the hell is up with you?” you ask when you shut the door to the back room.

She’s pacing back and forth and it’s making you nervous but when she meets your eyes you relax slightly at the smile on her face.

“Bucky Barnes,” she repeats.

“Yeah? And? I have no idea who that is!”

“Of course you don’t!” she muses. “You wouldn’t know because you only moved here a few weeks ago.”

“Righttt…so, who is he?”

“Just the perfect man.”

“How do you know?”

“Everyone knows.”

You quirk your brow and cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, everyone who lives in the neighborhood,” she laughs.

“If he’s so perfect I’m sure he’s married with two point five kids, a dog and a house with a white picket fence.”

“There are no white picket fences in Brooklyn babe,” she says. “And you’d think that but he’s been a bachelor for as long as we know him.”

“Then he’s probably a player and an asshole!” you state.

“I mean sure, all the women, and men, talk about how hot he is and how much they want a shot and boy do they try but as far as I know he doesn’t date.”

“I don’t get it,” you say.

“Me neither!” she agrees. “But he hasn’t been at this bar in forever…”

“Maybe he wanted a change of scenery?” you say with a shrug.

“OR MAYBEEEEEEEE,” she starts, her grin growing. “He heard there’s a new girl in town and he’s here to see you!”

“You’re insane! And he sounds like a player to me.” you huff. “I’m going back to work. Come on, you have to point him out to me. I at least want a look.”

“I won’t need to. You’ll know who he is…”

At her wistful tone you roll your eyes, pushing open the door and walking out with determined steps.

When you hit the bar you discreetly scan the seats. You don’t see anyone that stands out, mostly just the usual crew that shows up on a Saturday night for four-dollar drafts.

A customer calls you over and you head in his direction with a smile. You’re just greeting him and taking his order when you feel that familiar heat at your back, your skin tingling.

Once you’ve got the drink order you turn toward the bar only to lock eyes with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. It momentarily stops you in your tracks and if it weren’t for Nat lightly bumping your shoulder and whispering, “told ya so,” you would stay rooted to the spot to stare.

Instead you blink several times and look away, trying to remember what drink you’re supposed to make.

When you’ve finished making it you deliver it to the customer and try to take another peek down the bar.

“I’m not taking his drink order,” Nat singsongs when she comes to stand beside you. “That’s all you.”

Your mouth falls open and you give her a glare with narrowed eyes. She just smiles brightly and sashays to the other end of the bar to take another order.

With a huff of annoyance you square your shoulders and turn toward Bucky. As you approach him his eyes light up with his smile.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

He returns your greeting and sticks his hand out.

“I’m James Barnes but you can call me Bucky.”

You wipe your hand on the towel at your side and shake his. The shock of electricity at his touch doesn’t seem to be one sided when you feel the slight squeeze from his hand. You introduce yourself, hoping you don’t come off as confused at his direct attention.

“Apparently you’re rather popular around here?”

It comes out as a question and he chuckles.

“Don’t believe anything you’ve heard,” he says with a wink.

“So what about a drink?” you ask, focusing on doing your job.

He orders and before he can say more you rush off to fix his drink. You drop it off with nothing more than a smile and move toward the next person who calls for your help.

As you’re making your next few drinks you notice Nat chatting with Bucky and you can’t help but wonder what they’re saying.

You move back and forth behind the bar, trying to ignore the feel of Bucky’s eyes, but he finally catches your attention and waves you down.

“Another?” you ask.

“Sure doll, thanks.”

While you’re pouring his drink he tries to keep you engaged.

“So Nat told me you’re new to town?”

“Yeah, moved here at the end of last month.”

“Do you like bartending better here in the city?” he asks.

You look down at the bar and scold with a single name.

“Nat.”

Bucky leans in. “Don’t be mad. She’s just trying to help me out.”

You lean in too, elbows on the bar and your head tilted his way.

“You usually need help? From what I’ve heard you can have your pick of anyone.”

At the slight scrunch of your nose he can tell you’re not saying it with a positive tone.

“Not my style. I’m pickier and right now, I need all the help I can get because I think I’m in real danger of striking out.”

His eyes drop to your lips and when they turn up every so slightly he relaxes.

“What is your type?” you ask. “Maybe I can help you out too.”

He scans you slowly and the proceeds to describe you perfectly, the tension building in the inches between you with his every word.

You steel yourself and lift your chin. “Does that usually work?”

“It’s not a line. Meant every word doll face.”

“Do you use these endearments on all the girls? I bet they love it.”

“Nuh uh,” he answers adamantly.

You nod, looking completely unconvinced.

Nat reappears at your side. “You have no idea how much I hate to interrupt this, but I need three long island iced teas at table four or they’re gonna have a hissy fit.”

You straighten yourself. “Oh sorry! Of course. I’m on it.”

You’re busy for the next forty-five minutes but Bucky never leaves his spot and every time you meet his eyes they are heavy with intention as they follow your every move. You can feel them, the heat singing every inch of your skin.

At least two women have approached him at the bar but they both walked away after a few minutes of mundane conversation and lack of interest on his part.

As much as you hate to admit it you can’t help but steal glances at him too, though you try to keep them quick and subtle.

He’s broad shouldered in the tight tee shirt he’s wearing, his biceps on full display under the stretch of the fabric and his dark hair is loose at his shoulders. His full lips are framed by a dark scruff that also covers his cheeks and is peppered with patches of gray.

Your fingers mindlessly caress the glass you’re holding before you catch yourself and look away.

You drop off another glass of whiskey with a smile and he nurses it, shooting you a cocky half smirk when he catches you staring at him. It’s like the intense silence is some sort of foreplay.

Feeling his gaze along your skin, drinking you in and driving you wild, you do your best to keep up with orders.

When things start to slow down and customers go home, you finally make your way back toward Bucky, drawn to him, despite your best efforts.

“Couldn’t avoid me anymore?”

“I wasn’t really…”

The words taper off at the sharp lift of his eyebrow.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

“Apology accepted,” he smirks. “So, do you have plans when you get off?”

You don’t answer, instead fiddling with his now empty glass. He lays his hand on the bar, his fingers just an inch form yours.

“Are you really gonna ignore my question doll?” he chuckles.

His fingers slide closer and he brushes his thumb over your knuckles, gauging your reaction. You giggle at his second question and his eyes drop to your mouth as he licks his own lips.

You’re almost lost in the bubble but then the world outside comes roaring back into focus when you hear Nat yell “last call.”

“Work…I still have to work.”

His lips part on an exhale but he let’s you go.

You rush around the bar first, clearing glasses and debris before heading over to one of the tables where three guys sit in conversation.

Distracted, you lean over the table, trying not to interrupt them. But the blonde closest to you runs the back of his hand up your arm.

It makes you cringe.

“Hi there,” he says.

“Hey,” you answer coolly, shifting away from him.

One of the blonde’s friend gives you an apologetic look, scolding Rob before he hands you one of the empty glasses that’s far out of reach. You reach for it and as soon as your fingers wrap around it, Rob grabs your hips and yanks you into his lap.

You drop the glass to the floor and it shatters before you push against his chest, loudly yelling, “what the hell?”

Rob starts to speak but you’re suddenly lifted in the air and whirled around then planted gently on your feet behind Bucky’s broad back.

Bucky now has Rob’s tee shirt fisted in one hand as he gets in his face.

The bar goes silent and the next thing you hear is the low growl of Bucky’s order. “Don’t touch.”

Bucky slowly lowers Rob’s feet to the floor, keeping a careful eye on him. His eyes narrow a split second before Rob bellows, “motherfucker!”

The asshole rears back and punches Bucky clean in the jaw.

You gaps in horrified shock, but Bucky grins, his tongue peeking out to test his lip and you can’t help how your eyes linger there.

“You threw the first punch shithead,” Bucky says before winding back and punching Rob in the gut.

All the guys now rush toward their friend, muttering curses at him as they drag him to his feet and eye Bucky warily.

The owner of the bar, and your boss, Barry, comes over and gets in their faces. “Get out and don’t come back!”

They drag their belligerent friend out as quickly as they can, apologizing to you, or maybe Bucky, the whole way.

“What just happened?” you ask, your voice quiet.

Bucky steps close to you, his knuckles brushing over your cheek, light as a feather.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes are filled with emotions. Worry, fury, fear, and tenderness.

“I think so. That was just…crazy.”

Nat wraps her arm around your shoulders comfortingly. “Let’s go get Bucky some ice, ok?”

You glance down at Bucky’s hand, puffy and red.

“Oh no,” you say, gently taking his hand in yours.

He smiles. “It’s fine. Been there, done that.”

You watch him go back and sit at the bar, most of the other customers now cleared out. When you come back out with the ice and ointment your gentle, “you okay?” pulls him from his musings.

“Yeah, no big deal. As long as you’re okay?”

You sit next to him, resting his hand on your thigh and carefully pressing the ice to his knuckles. He stares at his hand on your skin.

“I don’t know if okay is how I would describe how I’m feeling right now…that was…”

Your words trail off when you can’t find a suitable label for the last ten minutes.

“Sexy?” he suggests, deadpan.

Your jaw drops open in offense.

“What? NO!”

He breaks and his lips spread wide in a grin.

You deflate and bump his shoulder, not trying to hide your own smile.

“Seriously though,” you say, shaking your head. “You didn’t have to…why did you do that?”

He looks at you evenly, his voice soft. “Look I’m not some crazy guy who goes around lookin’ to beat people up doll face. But you shouldn’t have to put up with shit like that. I’m sure that wasn’t the first time that piece of shit has pulled a stunt like that, but hopefully next time, he’ll have some decency and sense before laying hands on a woman without an explicit invitation.”

“Well in that case…that’s pretty nice.”

He scoffs with a lopsided smile and his eyes drop to your lips; his hand still pressed to your thigh. His head tilts and he leans in slightly, watching your lips part. He curls his fingers around your thigh but winces at the pull on his knuckles.

You see it and pull back, looking down at his hand.

“Let me get you fixed up.”

Once you have him bandaged up he whispers, “thanks,” still staring at his hand held in yours.

“You ready to go, or do you need to close up first?”

His question is light.

“Go where?”

“Out with me. Ice cream? A walk? Anything you want.”

“It’s the middle of the night. I’m not going anywhere but home.”

“Or we could go to the twenty-four-hour deli on the corner and get ice cream sandwiches then I’ll take you to the roof of my building and we can watch the sunrise.”

Your light touch traces along the calluses on his fingertips.

“Are you usually this friendly to everyone who is new to the neighborhood?” you ask behind a sly smile.

“Not at all doll. Only for you. You’re special.”

Your jaw goes rigid and your eyes narrow. “You can stop whatever game you’re playing.”

You pull back, releasing his hand and starting to put the first aid kit back together.

“What just happened? I’m not playing games,” he says, keeping his voice steady. “But I’m sorry if I said something wrong.”

“It’s fine. I need to go help Nat close up.”

You stand and walk to the door, your head held high. He’s not going to fool you with his sweet words.

The next evening is slow so you spend most of it helping Nat stock the bar and clean. The hours pass by and nothing exciting happens letting your thoughts wander to Bucky. Then, as if on cue, the door opens, and you automatically look over to see who the latest customer is.

Bucky fills the doorway.

Your breath hitches and you can’t look away. He’s more dressed up tonight. A dark button down opened at the collar and dark jeans that are tight across his thick thighs.

You can’t help but think he’s here to meet someone for a date. The jealousy that surges through you is surprising and infuriating. That is, until he walks up to the bar and sits down. Right in front of you.

“Hey, doll.”

“Hey, Bucky.”

“What can I get you?” you start. “Or are you waiting for someone?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the p. “What time’s your break?”

“Oh,” you breath out. “Um…I don’t really get a long one…”

You start to wipe down the bar aimlessly, remaining quiet while you wait. You can feel him watching you, his eyes tracking your every movement.

He calls over Nat and asks, “can I get two of the special for tonight, please?”

He’s speaking to Nat but looking at you, daring you to disagree.

When you stay quiet, the corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly, victory lighting up his eyes.

“If you want to take it to-go for later, that’s fine. But I thought it’d be nice to have dinner together and figured ya wouldn’t want to go out with me after I fucked up last night.”

“So dinner while I’m supposed to be working is a better option?” you shoot back.

He cringes, despite the lack of heat in your accusation then sighs defeatedly.

“I’m trying here. I want to get to know you better. I promise my intentions are good.”

You stare, getting lost in his beautiful eyes before you scan the rest of his face. He seems more vulnerable now and you want to believe him.

Nat comes back with two plates of steaming food and sets them down.

You give in and unwrap the silverware, digging into a bite of baked potato.

“Mmm,” you moan around the taste.

He freezes with his own bite halfway to his mouth, and mutters under his breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”

You fall into easy conversation about what he does for work, how you like living in the city and everything in between.

After you explain why you moved, spilling the truth between bites, he replies with, “I’m glad you picked Brooklyn.”

His fingers slide over yours and the touch is full of heat. His eyes follow the movement and his jaw tightens. He threads his fingers through yours, holding your hand across the bar.

When he meets your eyes, his are hooded and dark. “How about that ice cream tonight with a roof top view doll?”

The ‘yes’ is on the tip of your tongue as your body leans over the bar, but then you remember that you want more than just a fling and even though he said his intentions are good you can’t help but wonder why a guy like him is still single. You’re not looking for a fling.

You untangle your fingers from his, pulling back.

“Thank you, Bucky. Really. But…”

He nods, not letting you finish before he reaches into his back pocket and sets down some cash to cover the dinners.

“See ya soon doll.”

The bar is closed on Mondays but Tuesday has you running beers up and down the bar for game night. Bucky’s back. Same time, same seat.

“You need a break doll? Something to eat?” Bucky asks before he takes a sip of beer.

He sets it down as he waits for your answer, studying you intently.

You grab a French fry from his plate and wave it around before bringing it to your lips. He grins wolfishly, catching your wrist in his hand and before you know what’s happening, he’s snagged the fry from between your fingers with his teeth. His tongue snakes out to the lick the salt from your fingertips, then he chews with a self-satisfied smile.

“I’ll let you have the rest,” he says, holding one up to your lips.

You tentatively lean forward, watching him warily in case he tries to pull it away, then chomp down.

“Just let me know when you want more,” he croons.

You continue to work, constantly aware of Bucky and the way he never takes his eyes off you. You check on him regularly, engaging in some deep conversation even with the little time you have.

As your shift nears its end he calls you over.

“Ice cream and rooftop tonight?” he asks, setting money down on the bar to pay for his food and drinks.

“I can’t tonight.”

He smiles. “No worries doll face. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next night comes quickly, your tired feet aching from marching back and forth between the bar and the pool tables since it’s half price games tonight.

It’s getting late, and despite your best efforts, you can’t help but wonder where Bucky is. Maybe the last time you turned him down was the final straw. You feel a deep twinge of disappointment at the idea.

The door opens, and you look over, your eyes filled with hope, but it’s just some random couple.

You’re stomach grumbles and you realize you’ve had dinner with Bucky the last few nights and now that it’s late and he hasn’t shown you haven’t eaten.

Checking that everyone has full glasses you wipe your hands and head for the kitchen, hoping to snag something to eat.

The chef, Suzanne, greets you warmly. You ask her for a bowl of the soup and she hums in agreement, yelling out for Charlie.

A guy you’ve never seen before pops around the corner.

“Hey, I’m Charlie, the sometimes kitchen help,” he explains holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you Charlie.”

You give him your name and tell him you’re the new bartender.

His face changes instantly, eyes going wide and his brows shooting up to his hairline. He pulls his hand back quickly.

He’s still smiling but he seems guarded all of a sudden.

“You forgot to mention the most important part…Bucky’s girl.”

“What?” you say incredulously. “I’m not Bucky’s girl! We’re just friends. He just stops by for dinner and a drink!”

You know it’s more than that. Charlie nods like he knows it’s more than that.

“Sure, whatever you say. But no offense, I’m gonna take his word for it. I’ve never seen him do anything like this before. It has the whole neighborhood talkin’.”

With that he disappears, only reappearing a few moments later with your soup, then he runs off again.

You inhale the soup, not wanting to leave Nat alone and rush back to the bar to check the drink orders.

Nat slides up next to you. “Those drinks for table six?”

You don’t answer her, instead filling her in on what happened in the kitchen.

“Charlie said I’m ‘Bucky’s girl.’ I’m not his girl. What does that even mean?”

“Aw that’s sweet! He’s never said anything like that before and I would know. Been living here my whole life.”

“No it’s not!”

“I think it’s sorta romantic,” she says wistfully. “He’s all in, claiming you far and wide when you haven’t even realized what’s right in front of your face!”

She punctuates the last words of her sentence as she stares you down.

“What’s right in front of my face?” you ask, unwilling to concede that it might be the tiniest bit sweet…in a cave man sort of way.

“He’s here,” Nat whispers, but it’s more of squeal.

You turn toward the door, your whole face lighting up even though you’re still mad at the claim he made. The door is closed, Bucky no where in sight.

Nat’s finger is suddenly in your face. “That! You want to see him. You like him coming here to see you too. Shit, when was the last time someone made this much of an effort for a date!”

She throws her hands up! “Just go out with the man!”

“You mean have sex with him?” you bite out, not forgetting about her earlier warnings.

“Either or, maybe both! What could it hurt?”

“Me!” you say defensively.

Nat’s expression softens. “I think maybe I gave you the wrong idea about him…” she fumbles. “What I really mean is I think maybe we all had the wrong idea about him.”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs with a heavy sigh. “Bucky is man. A hot as fuck man,” she teases. “And he does have a reputation…but only because everyone wishes they could get a piece of him. I really don’t remember the last girl he went out with. So either he’s really quiet about it, but if you haven’t noticed in this neighborhood everyone is up everyone else’s ass, or he hasn’t really dated.”

Nat eyes you carefully, curiously.

“Oh shit,” you mumble, laying your face in your hands. “I do want to go out with him, but I’m scared…have you seen him?”

Nat grins. “Oh yes. I have and…”

“He’s gorgeous. Like drop dead gorgeous,” you finish for her.

“Exactly,” she agrees happily, a dreamy look on her face.

You swat at her shoulder, getting her attention and gesturing to yourself.

“What? You look amazing!” she says. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen you at work before.”

“You don’t think is just a thing because I’m the new girl in the neighborhood?”

“Do people do things like that where you’re from?” she asks. “And no!” she finishes, shaking her head.

Just as her words sink in your heart sinks with them.

“Doesn’t matter anyway. I blew it, he’s not here tonight.”

“Yes he is.”

The door opens and when you look over, it’s him.

Finally!

The air charges across the space between you and you know something has changed and when his eyes meet yours it’s almost as if he knows it too. He nods toward the door, silently asking if you’re ready for that date.

“Hey Nat, you think if I ask Barry to let me off early…”

“I swear if he says no I’ll kick him in the balls myself,” Nat screeches.

You rush back to the office and find Barry sitting behind his desk. Your question rushes out and he holds up a hand to stop you before you even finish.

“Go,” is all he says, but the smile he gives you reaches his eyes.

You cross the room to Bucky, his eyes wandering over you with possessive heat and unguarded want.

When you’re standing right in front of him, your toes touching, he asks, “you ready?”

Your lips lift ever so slightly and when his large hand cups your cheek your eyelashes flutter closed. His motions are slow, teasingly so, but he’s giving you time to stop him. He bends down, letting his intentions be quite clear.

He kisses the corner of your mouth then brushes his lips over yours, so lightly, you can feel his breath. You sigh into him and his hands slide over your curves and down to your waist, his grip tightening.

Nat let’s out a cheer, effectively interrupting the moment but you can’t help but smile at her excitement.

Bucky doesn’t let go of you, his hand sliding into yours as he pulls you out the door and onto the street.

“Hey,” he says soothingly.

“Hi,” you say, tucking your chin.

His fingers press under and he lifts your eyes. “You good?”

He waits patiently for you to formulate a reply.

“I just…I’m not sure…what you expect.”

“Anything, doll. I want to know you, spend time with you.”

Dropping his voice lower and bringing his lips to the shell of your ear, he whispers, “kiss you again…for real this time.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Okay,” he agrees, his voice heavy with intention as he takes you in his arms again and drags you into his chest.

Your lips meet, tender and soft at first but as your fingers dance up his arms and grip his biceps, he growls and takes it deeper.

You moan into his mouth, working your hands higher into the hair that brushes his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels you give his hair a little tug.

He pulls back and you chase him for one last kiss which he happily obliges in.

“I promised you ice cream and a roof top sunrise,” he murmurs. “And I keep my promises doll.”

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[demxters]

☆ for blurb night requests; someone hitting on Ace shortly after she and Jake has gotten together, officially and exclusively, and Jake has a moment of insecurity. Also, a little bit jealous, because that's his girl.

—LOOKING GOOD IN GREEN

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

wc: 692

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), mentions of personal insecurities, one mention of murder (jokingly)

catch up with jake and ace here!

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“Dude, stop glaring at them like that,” Bradley whispers harshly into Jake’s ear. “It’s creepy.”

Catching a huff of air from his words, Jake flinches and swats at Bradley’s head who had come right up beside him. “I’m not glaring.”

Bradley rolls his eyes. “I may be an idiot but I’m not blind. You’re staring like you want to murder him.”

Jake ignores his friend’s sassy remark as he continues to observe the way the guy’s eyes drag up and down your body. Jake doesn’t blame him, he knows you’re attractive. He just doesn’t like that at this moment, he’s not the one receiving your attention.

“You know Ace isn’t interested in that tool.” Bradley shakes his head. “Dude, relax. You’re starting to look a little...green.”

His jaw is still clenched as his heart pounds in his chest. He knows that. He knows you wouldn’t do that to him. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you. Rather, it’s the idea that you might realize someone else is a better fit for you than him.

You’ve barely been together officially for a month. It was so fresh, new, and dainty, he was sure you’d change your mind.

He watched as the man’s arm reached out to caress your arm. What the hell does this guy think he’s doing? The thought of you in the hands of another makes his stomach turn. Now that was enough to set him in motion. Jake didn’t need to think twice before shooting up on his feet and striding over to you both.

You’re uncomfortably pulling away from the guy in front of you when he approaches you both.

Jake’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you taut to his chest. He feels you relax into his hold. You turn around in an instant, a bright smile lighting up your features in his presence. It eases the loud insecurities ringing in his head.

“Come on, baby, your coffee’s getting cold,” he says into your ear, his gaze never leaving the guy opposite of him.

Jake smirks as the guy’s mouth goes slack.

“B-baby?” he stutters.

That charming smile of his works its way onto Jake’s face. “Her boyfriend. Is that a problem?” He raises a brow.

“No, I just thought—“

Jake clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “You thought wrong, buddy. I don’t blame you. Anyone with eyes could see that my girl’s a looker. But that’s just it, she’s my girl.” He pulls you by the hand gently, barely giving the man time to react. “Bye now.”

Too caught up in one another, neither of you notice the embarrassed look on the guy’s face as he scurries off without another word.

You stop in your tracks behind Jake, dumbfounded at what you just witnessed.

Jake stumbles slightly, spinning back around to look at you questioningly.

“Have I ever told you that you look good in green?” You ask with a knowing grin.

“Wha—oh.” The tips of his ears turn bright red knowing he got caught.

You step forward with a giggle. “You’re too cute.”

He wrinkles his nose at that. “Cute? I’m hot, incredibly sexy— handsome even. But not cute. No, never cute. Besides, I wasn’t even that jealous.”

“I have not seen you that jealous since the night you pissed me off after I agreed to go out on a date with Billy,” you point out.

“We weren’t together then.” Jake shrugs, tucking his chin to his chest bashfully. “Thought I was gonna lose my chance with you.”

Your heart melts at Jake’s admission. Even then, the man was a goner for you. Bringing his hand up to your lips, you press a sweet kiss to his knuckles. “Lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about that anymore. I’m yours, remember?”

The fears and insecurities vanish from his thoughts as he revels in just how wrong they really are. He could feel it from your words and in your touch. He almost feels silly for thinking them in the first place.

He bends down, placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. “Oh, honey, how could I forget?”

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[leaawrites]

Happiness

Haunted by the look in my eyes That would've loved you for a lifetime In which Y/n thinks back on her failed relationship with the Slytherin boy, while he found happiness after her. Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader Warnings: angst, female reader, failed relationship, maybe ooc, possible grammar mistakes (sorry for that in advance), none specific house,

Masterlist, introduction

She watched him from the other side of the wall. The way he laughed so quietly, anyone else would’ve missed it, but not her. She noticed every little thing he did. She also noticed the blonde who stood next to him. Her eyes were filled with desire and admiration.

Y/n remembered all the times she was stood by his side, looking at him like that. You just had to look at him like that if you got to stand so close to him. Theodore Nott just had that impact on everyone. It was like his charm was noticeable from 10 miles away, so heavy you couldn’t miss it.

Sometimes Y/n wondered if the boy would ever be made out of gold. He had to. The way his face was shaped and how his body always stood so gracefully. Gold would suit him.

“Hey Y/n,” One of the girls caught Y/n out of her trance. She followed her gaze, catching Theodore looking their way. “I’m sorry you broke up.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The girl smiled at her friend. She was unsure what to do in situations like these. She knew how she’d react if he was an asshole to her. If he hurt her and never done anything to apologize. But she hurt him too and he apologized for more that he’d done. Theodore asked her for forgiveness about 10 times now in the last couple of months, but she was unsure if she even deserved his, so she kept hers.

She played it off like it didn’t mean anything. Though it did. It meant so much to her. She had spent so many nights with him, that it was strange now spending them without him. Without someone to hold her and whisper sweet nothings to her, while she cried at night, her pillow soaked with her sadness, only reminding her more of her hurt. She wasn’t meant to be so vulnerable, he told her before. Vulnerability is only for the weak and she wasn’t weak. He told her like he knew it. She wasn’t weak. But now it didn’t felt like that. It felt much more like he knew she was weak and just wanted to point that out.

The wind washed through her hair as she sat under the tree near the Black Lake, her hands holding a book but her eyes were focused on the water that was laying so beautifully and delicate in front of her eyes.

He was always there beside her when she sat there. Y/n showed him the place when the first started dating. It was one of her favorite hiding spots that she discovered in her second year after having trouble studying and needed to get out. Now she just remembers all the time they’ve spent there - the look in her eyes that would’ve loved him for a lifetime. It haunts her now at night, when she closes her eyes and trues to find sleep all she finds are his face and the sound of his voice. She then saw herself that day at midnight, standing in front of him in her dress that she bought just because he said he liked it. It pained her now too much to ever wear it again. Sometimes Y/n heard him calling out for her when he isn’t there, like he’s still searching for her. But he did and she knew that. The new girl made it obvious.

Y/n closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, she should stop being jealous. The girl couldn’t do anything for her affection towards Theo and neither could he with his towards her. She would be able to give him way more than I could, Y/n thought. She gave him her all and they still are not talking anymore. What is there more to give then? Without space and silence. Without forgiveness.

She needed to be happy again, Y/n knew that. There wasn’t a reason why she couldn’t. There would be happiness after him, right? He wasn’t the only guy to ever love her. He couldn’t be. If he was, she was afraid, there will be no way for her to be happy anymore. She lost it all.

She noticed there was no way for her pain to mend, when she wasn’t going to admit the truth. He wasn’t the villain in this story and she couldn’t make him become one. Not when she still can’t get her heart to stop going faster the moment he looks at her. It wasn’t fair. Not when she wanted to be happy again. If she ever found happiness after him.

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[judethejudas]

COD MW2 Ghost x Stripper! Male! Reader

It’s my first time writing in a longtime and my first ever Tumblr account, so why not make some disrespectful smut as a first using the latest eye candy to hit the gamestore.  And I'm sorry if there are any spelling errors, it's 5 am and I'm too lazy to proof read. I am also a man, have no fear, or do.

WARNING: contains sexual themes, degrading, male insert only MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED DNI.

(s/n) = Stripper Name

“Jesus fuck, what the hell are we doing here, Soap?” 

The scot let out a laugh, knowing he had left out an important detail concerning their entertainment for the evening. Ghost was told that this night was to consist of booze, his buddies, and pretty girls dancing on a pole. 

Well, there was going to be booze and his buddies. 

But pretty girls on a pole? 

“I’m not gay.” 

“Well neither are we but we figured we just had to treat you to one of the best clubs in town.. And besides, it’s not just men in there. Sometimes girls go in there too.”

“You’re all as good as dead.” He grumbled out as the rest of 141 laughed. 

“Get in there already, don't keep 'em waiting.” Price laughed, leading the men to the entrance. 

With Ghost, there wasn’t too much to see out in public. He still preferred his privacy, especially when he was out with his team. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava, but he had a black mask to cover his mouth and nose.

Kept the mystery and he thought it would work like a charm with the women he would’ve met. 

Would’ve. 

Fucking Mactavish the fruit king himself had to ruin it. 

After the men passed the bouncer, they were in the club. 

Hm. It looked like your average strip joint. 

Nothing too out of the ordinary. 

Oh, except, there were scantily dressed men with their ding dongs just nearly ripping out of their undies.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“After a few drinks it won’t be so bad.. and who knows? Maybe you’ll find someone you like.” Soap winked at his friend before heading off to the bar to sit. Ghost quickly followed after, not wanting a male stripper to set his target on him. They could probably sense how awkward he was feeling and try to ‘comfort’ him. 

He doesn’t feel quite ready for that. 

Once the men took their seats, they ordered their poison of choice. Ghost ordered a particularly strong drink and downed it all in one go.

He would need it. 

“So, Simon, we have just one more little surprise for you. You don’t even have to pay for it.” Price snickered, as did the other men. All except Ghost, of course. 

Dear god no. 

Ghost was about to seriously protest the little game Soap was playing but then he felt a hand hold onto his shoulder. He quickly turned to see who it was.

Oh boy. 

It was a man. A stripper man. Wearing nothing but black, short briefs and suspenders across his chest connected to his underwear. A bow tie around his neck and… bunny ears. 

“I was hired to entertain a glum looking man tonight by your friends. You feel like coming with me to the back, sweetheart?”

“Oh yes he would like that very much indeed.” Soap gave his poor friend a nudge off his seat and into the welcoming arm of the playboy bunny— to which his hand was then taken and lead to the back rooms for a private dance. 

There was hellfire in Ghost’s eyes that was burning directly to Soap as he was taken away— to which the Scottish man only raised his glass to his teammate with a laugh.

Entering the neon purple lit door, Ghost’s ears were met with different beats of music coming from the closed rooms they passed and very dim lighting. He assumed that the strippers and their clients were having their private parties, and now it was his turn. 

Fucking Soap was going to regret this. 

“Hey— listen, I’m not.. like anyone else here, alright? This isn’t my line.” Ghost muttered in embarrassment, attempting to cling onto what dignity he had left before coming into this place. 

“Of course, if you’re comfortable with your sexuality then what do you have to worry about, huh? It’s just a little dance.” You giggled, turning into your own private room. There was a sofa that hugged against the walls of the small room and nothing else. 

Just you and him. 

“Oh, my name is (s/n) by the way. I know your team calls you Ghost but if you wanna go by anything else, let me know.”

You made your way to the digital screen on the wall to put on your music of choice. The light was better in here so Simon could also get a better look at what he was about to get into. 

He honestly thought you’d be one of those tight, little dainty looking men he saw out in the front of the club.. but no.

You were taller. Taller than he was. Possibly 6’4 and very well built. Like you hadn’t skipped even one day at the gym. You didn’t look like a stripper at all. If anything they should have hired you as the bouncer. 

Ghost couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of you was just as big. 

Was that gay of him to think about your dick size or just natural curiosity?

“You ever had a lap dance before, lieutenant?”

“Well, not by a man, and definitely not one that looks like you I can tell ya that.”

You chuckled, your hand coming up to rest on your hip. 

“I get that a lot actually. Sometimes I think I’m in the wrong profession but..”

You took a few steps closer to Ghost, backing him up towards the sofa and getting very close to his body— where just an inch of air separated you. 

“Sometimes I can’t help but enjoy it.” You mumbled in his ear, before pushing him down gently to sit on the sofa. 

“But I do have to lay down some rules, big boy. Number one, no touching me. That’s my job. Number two, don’t ask me to marry you or tell me you’re going to take me away from all this. I’m fine right where I am. And number three..” You said the last part as your leg was propped up just beside Ghost’s, revealing your crotch a lot more. 

“Don’t take your eyes off me.” You winked, getting closer to him to the point you were sitting on his lap, legs on either side of him. 

Ghost held in his breath as your hands came up to roam his body. They touched from his sides and travelled upwards to his pecs and shoulders, giving his solid body parts a massage. 

“So tense.. you should try relaxing a little more.” Your voice was just below a whisper and eyes darkening with lust. Ghost definitely wasn’t taking his eyes off you now, especially since you were literally on top of him.

“You can understand why that might be difficult for me, yeah?” He replied, which made you chuckle. 

“Just breathe for me, baby.” 

Then you started your dance. Grinding against him to the beat of the music while your hands came up to teasingly play with your suspenders. 

You would caress his body and whisper dirty things in his ear. Even slide off his lap to be kneeling in front of his crotch. Your hands would spread his legs and you’d give him such a pretty, horny stare that made Ghost’s breathing hitch. 

Thank god for the mask hiding most of his reactions to you.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbled under his breath. 

You stood up, snapping the suspenders off and tossing them to the side while Ghost could only sit there and watch you intensely. 

You turned around, showing your ass to him and giving it a few shakes and slaps. Your head looked back at him and smirked, before sitting on him again with your back to his chest and grinding again. 

“You in the military then? I know the men you came in here with but this is my first time meeting you.. so cruel of you to keep me waiting for so long, Ghost.” You breathed out sensually, your hand coming up to cup his masked cheek. He had to admit, the way his code name came off your tongue made his blood rush somewhere.. 

“Believe me. If I knew you were here then I would’ve come here myself.” 

Now there was a change in attitude. 

“Mmm, I would’ve loved to have all that time with you. You’re making me feel so hot.”

“Does that mean I get to touch you then?” 

Your eyes looked back to him and found his own staring back at you, just as dimmed with a longing that couldn’t be satisfied with just a dance. 

Not once have you ever let a man touch you in this club. You were very strict about your rules and the bouncers definitely were too. You two could get in quite a bit of trouble. 

“Touch me.” 

His arms immediately went to circle around your waist, his hand touching your half hard cock through your underwear. Then he started rubbing it.

You moaned, pulling his mask down to give him a deep kiss as you kept grinding on him.

Any other time Ghost wouldn’t allow some stranger to look at his face, but when he felt your tongue touch his, he simply couldn’t find a reason to care.

He turned you around so you were facing him again and you resumed the rutting against each other. Your tongues clashed together and the breathing got much heavier. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, he was just so hot and his voice was doing so much to you. How could you resist? 

“Fuck.. fuck, Ghost. Please..” you moaned out in between kisses, your cock fully hard and erect. Ghost was feeling the pressure in his pants as well and went to unzip his own trousers. 

“Call me Simon.” He panted, then took your cock out of the confines of your briefs and started stroking it. So, you were big down there after all. A whole 10 inches with pre cum already coming out from the tip. 

You grunted, pushing into his touch and immediately losing yourself in the pleasure he gave you. His hand felt so much better than your own, and you wanted to return the favor. 

Your hand went down to take his dick out too, and what an impressive size he was as well. About 9 inches long and so very hard. 

“You look so pretty like this.. touching my cock and grinding against me like a little submissive slut.” Ghost groaned out, still not believing how such a large man like you could be acting like a whore. For him. It was so hot. 

You whimpered, feeling yourself get closer and closer to release as his strokes became more erratic. 

“I’m gonna cum.” You squealed out, pushing into his hand more quickly and panting like a bitch in heat. 

Then he suddenly took his hand away and took yours off of his own length. 

“What.. no, S-Simon please, I wanna cum..!” You cried out, trying desperately to grind against him again to get more friction. 

“Get on your hands and knees right now, I wanna fuck you from behind.” Ghost demanded as you bit your lip, trying to contain your excitement as you got into his desired position on the couch and pulled down your underwear. 

His hand came down to give you a slap on your ass and you gasped. 

“You’ll have to forgive me since I’ve never done it with a man, but I have a feeling I’ll get the hang of it real soon. Just be a good boy for me and keep that pretty ass in the air.” 

“Yes, sir.” You breathed out, and graciously accepted his two fingers that were going into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits to coat them in spit. 

Once they felt ready, Ghost took his fingers out and immediately started prodding your asshole. 

You gasped, feeling one finger slip in as well as the other. 

“Oh fuck..” You moaned, pushing back against his fingers to make them go deeper. Ghost groaned at the sight and started fingering and scissoring you, prepping you for something much larger. 

“Mmhhh Simon, I want it. Please put it in, I can’t wait anymore.” You begged for his cock, looking back at him with desperation. Ghost could just cum at the sight of you right now. 

“You got it, baby.” 

He spit in his hand and started stroking his cock, lubing it to the best of his ability as to not hurt you. 

You were practically drooling at the sight of his dick behind you, all wet with saliva and rock hard. 

You felt his tip enter you and you groaned, before feeling a few more inches sliding in. 

“Fuck.. you’re so tight.” The British man sucked a breath in between his teeth, this was a squeeze he never felt in his life. And it was incredible. 

The rest of his length was pushed in until you were completely bottomed out. God, it’s been so long since you were filled like this. 

You felt a slap on your ass and you moaned out loudly, hiding your face in the couch. 

“Start moving, bitch.” 

And you listened to him. Your ass moved back and forth obediently to push against his dick. You felt his hands holding onto your  hips and helping out by thrusting in and out of you. 

“It feels so good..” You moaned and squealed whenever he hit your prostate, your back arching so your ass was more in the air and Ghost gave it another slap. 

“You like my cock, huh? I’m practically a fuckin’ stranger and you’re taking in my dick so easily.” He talked down at you in such a sexy way it made your heart race. He was grunting as his pace started to speed up and you nodded profusely, mumbling about how you were his little slut and his only. 

“That’s right. There’s no one else who’s going to fuck you as good as this.” 

The sound of skin against slapping skin was getting louder and louder. The breathing only got heavier and your moans mixed with his deep grunts were much more common. Before, he would hit your prostate on occasion but he was ramming into it dead on now. 

“I’m close.. come on and show me your face, pretty boy.” Ghost panted pulling his cock out and stroking himself quickly, standing up on the floor so he towered over you. 

You got onto the floor and on your knees, jerking yourself off as well as you stared at him with tear soaked lashes. 

What a gorgeous sight you were. 

It was enough to make Ghost’s cock spurt with warm cum and right on your face. You gasped and moaned, feeling your own sticky release coating your fingers and dripping onto the floor. 

The two of you were out of breath but knew you had limited time before the bouncers would be checking. 

You both spruced yourselves up and Ghost helped you clean the mess off your face, giggling as he apologized. 

“Don’t be sorry, I had a lot of fun.. and I hope to see you sometime again.” You smiled as he put his mask back on. 

“You can count on that, love.” 

---

:)))) hope you guys enjoyed it

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[vanfleeter]

Dirty Little Secret (7) // JTK

Characters: Jake x fem!reader Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of depressive episodes, drunkenness, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, cock riding, lemme know if I missed anything.

Author's note: Only three more chapters left!

“Danny?”

Danny sighs and rubs his face. “You chose me?” He says.

“What?” Rolling over onto your back, you rub your eyes. Pulling your phone away you glance at the time on the top of the screen. “Danny, it’s three in the morning..”

“I know, I’m sorry but.. I have to know.. Why did you choose me?”

“I didn’t choose anyone..” You groan. “I just…left.”

“He thinks you chose me..”

“Well he’s wrong..”

The elevator dings as it reaches the main floor of the lobby. He goes over to the small hotel shop and begins his search for any pain medicine.

“But why did you leave?” He asks. Spotting a box of Advil pills, he grabs it off the hook and walks over to the front desk.

“Did you really think I’d want to be around you after the way you were treating me?” Retrieving his wallet from his back pocket, he rests the phone between his cheek and shoulder so he can pull out his card. “I mean, I get you being mad but you made me feel like shit–and I felt like even more shit still being with Jake.”

“So what you’re saying is…” He hands his card to the lady to pay for the medicine.

“I chose neither of you.. If anything, I chose myself and what was best for me.”

The lady hands back his card and he puts it back inside his wallet and stuffs it back into his back pocket. Silently thanking the lady, he takes the medicine and heads back to the elevator.

“What about what was best for Jake?”

“Jake?”

“Yes.. (Y/N), he’s a mess. The last few days since you had left–he disappears after shows and Josh finds him across town and completely drunk out of his mind. Just tonight I found him myself and had to bring him back to the hotel.. That’s when he told me that you chose him..”

The elevator doors open and he starts to step inside when he’s met with Jake shoving his way out.

“Hey woah!” He grabs Jake’s arm to stop him. “Where are you going?”

“Away from here.. Fucking asshole wants to hold me hostage in my own room–not gonna happen.”

Seconds later, the other elevator beside them slides open and Josh pops out. “There you are!”

“Stay the fuck away from me Josh!” Jake shouts. He yanks his arm from Danny’s grip.

“Jake, you need to go back upstairs and get some rest.”

“Like hell I do.”

“(Y/N), I gotta call you back.” Danny says he hangs up.

“That was her?” Jake says. “She called?”

Danny shakes his head. “No, I called her.”

“Well tell her she’s a fucking bitch.”

“And here comes the rage..” Josh mutters.

“I don’t care if you or her fucking grovel at my feet, I’m done with the both of you. You can have your precious best friend back and she can go back to being just some girl I fucked at Josh’s party.”

“Jake, stop it.” Danny’s fists curl inwards, one crushing the box of Advil pills. “This isn’t you–you’re drunk.”

“So what if I am?” He says. “It beats being heartbroken.. I’d rather be drunk and angry. More fun that way.” He laughs deviously. “She can go fuck herself, she’s pretty good at that.”

He storms off down the hall and towards the lobby as he pulls out his phone. Stumbling through the sliding glass doors, he pulls out his phone.

“Jake?” Comes her voice. “Are you okay?”

He scoffs. “Am I okay? Am I okay? Like..you..care.”

“I do-”

“Fuck you.”

“Jake, stop-”

“Stop what? Feeling angry? I have every goddamn right to feel angry. You left me–” He voice cracks as his eyes begin to fill with tears. “I loved you and that should’ve been enough.” He sniffles and wipes his face. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “But it doesn’t fucking matter, I don’t want you anymore. I’m done wallowing over you. I’m done wishing you’d come back. Fuck you and fuck Danny. I never should’ve gotten involved with you, the biggest mistake I’ve ever made..”

He didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he hung up. Clicking on the Uber app, he stares at the screen. Where would he go? They’re in the middle of the desert. Huffing a sigh, he goes back inside the hotel and trudges back to the elevator.

—Three Weeks Later—

“We’re gonna head out and go exploring a little, want to join?” Sam says as he catches up to Danny by the buses.

“Oh uh, no I can’t.. I’m going back to Nashville for a few days before the tour resumes.”

“You’re leaving us?” Sam fakes a sad face before chuckling and patting on the back. “No, it’s alright. But can I ask why you’re going all the way back there?”

Danny cautiously looks around to make sure no one else was nearby or listening. “I need to check on (Y/N).. After Jake exploded on her over the phone, she’s been struggling.. Not eating as often as she should be, missing work, hardly leaving her bed.”

Sam sighs. “This has got to be the worst breakup we’ve ever seen..”

Danny nods his head in agreement. “Well I have to get going, I can’t miss my flight. I’m trusting you to help with Jake.”

Sam nods his head. “Don’t worry, big brother won’t be going on any benders again anytime soon.”

—

Waking up late that afternoon, you find Danny sitting in your desk chair. You stare at him in confusion but he only stares back at you with his eyebrows raised and his arms folded over his chest.

“Why are you here?” You ask as you pull yourself up into a sitting position.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He says. “Jenny said you were supposed to be at work–but you aren’t.” You scoff and lay back down and pull the covers over your head. “Oh no you don’t..” He says as he gets up from the chair and comes over to your bed. He drags the covers off of you and tosses them away. “You need to get out of bed.”

Grabbing your arms, he pulls you up and out of bed before directing you to the bathroom. “Danny.. Please stop.”

“No, you need to take care of yourself and if you’re not gonna do that, then I will.” He sits you on the toilet while he turns on the shower. “After your shower, get dressed and I’m taking you out to eat.”

“I’m not-”

“Don’t argue with me. Shower and then food, whether you like it or not.”

He steps out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Heaving a sigh, he lays down on your bed and rubs his face. He knew he had every right to be angry but he never intended on you ever leaving Jake, but you did. Now not only does Jake hate him but he hates you too.

He’s gotta fix this.

But how?

—

“Jake!” Josh calls into the bus. “We gotta go!”

“I’m coming!” Jake shouts back. Giving up on his hair, he grabs a hat and puts it on before retrieving his wallet and sunglasses and rushing out to meet up with Josh and Sam.

“Danny here yet?” Josh asks, looking at Sam.

“Should’ve already been here,” Sam says as he shrugs his shoulders. “Guess we can check inside the venue.”

Sure enough he is inside the venue and messing with his drums. “When exactly did you get here?” Sam asks as he climbs onto the stage.

“Not too long ago.” Danny shrugs his shoulders. “I guess.”

“Hey, Danny, I can’t find your–” Jake, who’s still standing on the floor with Josh, spins around to face you. You’re stopped only a few feet away, nearly colliding with him if you hadn’t looked up. “-phone..”

“Damn, maybe I left in the hotel.” Danny stands up from his drumkit and feels around in pants pockets. “Oh! Nope, right here. Sorry..”

“Wh-What are you doing here?” Jake stammers.

“What did you do?” Sam mutters under his breath to Danny.

“I have a plan to get them back together.” Danny responds.

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“Uh well–I haven’t really thought of much besides convincing her to come back here with me.”

“Smart…” Sam mutters before going back over to his bass.

“I, uh–Danny wanted me to visit for a few days..” You fidget with the button on your shirt and look everywhere but his face. You didn’t have to see his eyes to know that he’s angry. And rightfully so. “I’m just gonna head back to the hotel.”

“Don’t forget, dinner at 7!” Danny calls out after you.

Jake turns back to face Danny and throws his hands into the air. “What is she doing here?” He says as he approaches the stage.

“Visiting for a few days,” Danny shrugs his shoulders. “Didn’t think it’d be a problem.”

“A prob-” Jake scoffs. “Yes, it’s a problem! I don’t want her here!” He slams an open palm on the floor of the stage. “I want her anywhere near me, understand?” He says pointing a finger only at Danny.

“What about dinner?” Sam chimes in.

“She’s not coming.” Jake says as he folds his arms over his chest.

Danny drops his drumsticks on his kit. “I already invited her.”

“Well uninvite her.”

“I can’t do that! Jake, you’re being rude!”

“I’m being rude?” Jake says as he points his finger at his own chest. “Me?” He scoffs. “I’m sorry if I don’t want to be stuck in the same fucking room as my ex! She’s not coming to the dinner, end of discussion.”

–

How could she be here? Why did he bring her back here? And why am I suddenly nervous?

Jake huffs as his hands shake while buttoning his pants. “Pull yourself together.” He grumbles. Finally buttoning his pants, he grabs his shoes and slips them on. Grabbing a few necklaces, he clasps them around his neck and straightens them out over his chest. Running a hand through his hair, he gives himself a quick look in the mirror before retrieving his wallet and phone and heading out of his hotel room.

He rushes down the hall towards the elevator knowing that he’s already late and will most likely be chewed out once he gets down to the lobby. The elevator doors open and he’s met with you. You stand there holding a takeout bag. Clearing your throat, you step out of the elevator.

“Jacob..”

“(Y/N)..” He steps into the elevator and turns back to face the doors to see you sighing and walking away as the doors close.

As much as he tried to keep you off his mind by keeping a conversation with Josh, his thoughts still drifted to you. He couldn’t stop thinking about you alone in the hotel with only your takeout. He felt a small bit of guilt because he forced Danny to uninvite you to dinner tonight.

Grabbing his drink, he finishes it off and signals for the waitress. She comes back over and greets him with a smile. “Would you like another, sir?”

He flashes her a smile and shakes his head. “May I have the check please?”

“Ohh, Jake is paying?” Sam sarcastically gasps before chuckling and returning to his conversation with Danny.

“Of course, sir. I’ll have that right away.” The waitress before clearing their empty dishes from the table and walking away.

Once back at the hotel and everyone was in their respective rooms, Jake slips out of his room and goes down the hall to yours. Why am I here? Why am I doing this? Sighing, he stuffs his hands in his pockets and begins to walk away when he hears the door unlock and swing open.

“Jake?” He turns around to find you standing there in nothing beside your bathing suit and pair of sandals. You have a towel of your own hung over your arm and your hair pulled up into a ponytail. “Did you need something?”

He goes to open his mouth but chews on the inside of his cheek instead.

“Well I uh..”

“I’m heading down to the pool.. You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like..”

He stammers again before spitting out a full sentence. “No, I should probably go back to my room..”

You slowly nod your head. “Alright then..” You say before turning away and going down the opposite direction towards the elevators.

Leaning against the door of his hotel room once back inside he palms himself over top of his pants. Seeing you, in only your bathing suit, made the blood rush to his dick. No. Stop it. She left you. She hurt you. Remember that.

Groaning, he pushes off the door and walks over to his bed. But you looked so beautiful. The way your suit hugged every curve of her body so perfectly. Your breasts, the way they popped out just a little over the top of the cups.

He’s so painfully hard at this point, imagining every single detail of your body. As much as he despises you, he misses feeling how soft your skin is, hearing your giggles as he traces your hips with the tips of his fingers. He misses how you sound when you cry out his name. He misses how good you feel.

Pulling himself back into a sitting position, he runs a hand down his face and leans on his knees. Taking his phone from his pocket, he opens a new text and types out a message.

–

Pacing back and forth in front of the bed, he chews on his thumb nail as his other hand rests on his hip and his heart races in his chest. He tries to take a few deep breaths. A knock comes on the door and his heart plummets into his stomach. Walking over to the door, he unlocks it and pulls it open. You stand there in the hall outside his door clutching your towel to your body, your body visibly shaking from the cold air.

He brings you inside his room and closes the door behind you. “Wh-What did you want?” You ask clutching the towel closer to your body, you shivering from the cold. Pulling you into his body, he presses his lips to yours. The heat from his body seeps through your towel and permeates your skin. What is he doing? What are you doing? Why aren’t you stopping him?

He presses your bodies tighter together and grinds his hips into yours. You can feel how hard he is and you know he must be dying. Unfolding your arms you drop the towel and your bag and wrap your arms around his neck.

He staggers backwards until his legs hit the bed and plops down with you straddling his waist. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, your focus being pulled away by the feeling of his tongue wrestling with yours. Succeeding with the buttons you slip his shirt off. He brushes his fingers along the straps of your bathing suit before pulling them down your arms. You slip them out and he pulls the suit down your body allowing your breasts to fall free of their confines.

“So beautiful..” You hear him whisper before sucking on one of your breasts.

He pulls away after a few seconds and rolls you over onto your back. Grabbing hold of your crumpled suit, he pulls it the rest of the way off and tosses it to the floor. Undoing his pants, he pushes them down his legs and kicks them away. His cock, solid as a rock, bobs around as he moves back onto the bed. Nestling himself between your legs, he effortlessly pushes his cock inside. The instant relief he feels as soon as he makes contact causes him to groan.

With his head buried into your neck as he picked up his pace, he couldn’t see the tears falling down your face. It wasn’t the pain from him fucking you but the pain you felt coming from him with every thrust he gave. Taking out his frustrations with each one.

Slowly he comes to a stop before ceasing his movements all together. You can feel his body shaking as he holds you tightly.

“Jake?”

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead he removes himself from inside of you and rolls his body over to pull himself up into a sitting position.

“Jake..”

“I can’t do this..”

You sit up as well and rest your hand on his shoulder. “We don’t have to..”

“I want to!” He exclaims before burying his face in his hands. “But I’m still so fucking hurt.. I feel as if I’m not good enough for you.”

“Not good–Jake, that’s not true.”

You can’t see his face but you tell by the way his jaw clenches he’s fighting back his tears. “Then why did you leave me?” His voice cracks. He turns his head slightly to glance at you over his shoulder.

“I–l..” You stammer as you pull your hand away from his shoulder. “I did what I thought was best for me but I also didn’t want to be the reason you and him grew apart. This band–Jake–this is your dream. I couldn’t risk you losing Danny over something so childish..”

“You think our relationship was childish?”

“No!” You groan. “Our relationship was special–What I meant was childish was the way things transpired after we told Danny about us.” You graze your hand gently along his jaw and gingerly wipe away the stray tear that falls down his cheek. “I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren’t enough and I’m sorry that I hurt you. If I could go back and change everything, I would, but I can’t.” Your own tears begin to fall again. “But I still love you–and I don’t expect you to forgive me nor do I expect you to still love me too..”

He sighs and lowers his head. “Of course I still love you.” He softly speaks as he rests his hand against yours on his face.

Reaching over towards him, you press your lips against his. He slowly begins to deepen the kiss. Not out of lust but out of passion, love, want, and need. Twisting his body and not once breaking the connection, he hovers over you. Hitching your leg up on his hips, he picks up where he left off. Hearing you moaning his name spurred him on. It didn’t take long until he found a steady pace that was good for the both of you.

The headboard began hitting the wall followed by a pounding of a fist against the other side. “Jake!” You both hear Josh’s muffled voice. “Now is not the time!”

The both of you burst into laughter. “Put on some headphones!” He shouts back. “Now where were we?”

You giggle and roll the two of you over so that you are on top. Planting your hands on his chest, you roll your hips a little before lifting them and sinking back down. You kept the pace until you could feel him twitch inside of you.

“Well that quick.” You smirk.

His hand connects with your ass cheek as he laughs. “I haven’t had sex in three weeks–I needed this.”

“Wait for me, I’m almost there.” You say. Reaching his hand between the two of you, he rubs his thumb against your clit with a little pressure. “Oh fuck..”

He feels your walls clench around him but he doesn’t stop. He thrust his hips upwards pushing himself deeper inside of you. “Come on baby, cover me.” He urges. Finally you both reach your climax and he’s crying out your name. Coming down from your high, you move from on top of him and collapse onto the bed beside him. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heart as it races inside.

It was quiet for a little while. Neither one of you is speaking a word. But lifting your head to look at him, you find that his eyes are closed and light snores coming from his mouth.

Hearing your phone buzz from your bag, you untangle yourself from Jake as softly as you could as to not wake him. Climbing out of bed, you grab your damp towel to wrap around your body and grab your phone from your bag.

Josh’s name shows on the screen followed by his text.

Are ya’ll done? Can I sleep now?

You stifle your laughter and send him a message back before climbing back into bed. Jake stirs a little as he turns onto his side. His eyes slightly open and he gives you a lazy smile.

“I fell asleep..” He grumbles.

“Not for long..” You say cuddling back up to him.

He wraps his arm around your body and pulls you close. Afraid of ever letting you go again. He also makes a mental note to talk to Danny–to straighten things out and apologize. But for now, all he wanted to do was sleep and keep you close to him.

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United in Grief

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: I’m sorry

Summary: “My mom honks her car horn every time she drives past the cemetery her friend is buried in. This is what I think love is: everlasting. Deathless.” [1.8k]

Warnings: if you’ve been reading this far, you know what to expect

April 7th, 1998

You're trying to figure out how you got here. You think the nurses are trying to figure out the same thing. You answer their questions in between contractions, your body shaking and overheating all at the same time. Your water broke at home while you were getting ready for school. You probably shouldn't have even thought about going when your Braxton-Hicks contractions were so bad. Still, you needed to finish school somehow. You were sitting down in the bathroom when it happened.

"Is there anyone we can call for you?" A nurse asks, snapping you out of your head as she checks your and the baby's heart rate. "Boyfriend? Parents? Friend?"

"There's no boyfriend, and I don't think any of my friends care enough to come," you sigh, rubbing your belly. "Besides, everyone's still at school."

"What about your mom? I'm sure she'd want to be here with you." She says gently, but the words feel like sandpaper rubbing over your skin. The baby kicks, and you press your hand back, letting her know you feel her.

"If you can get her to answer the phone, it'd be a low-level miracle."

"She's not supportive?"

"Having a pregnant sixteen-year-old was never on the bucket list. She hasn't spoken to me since I told her about the baby. Neither has the father, and I… I understand what it looks like." you say. You've read the statistics about teen moms and how they are less likely to finish high school. You're determined not to be a part of that statistic. You will make life perfect for this baby. No matter the cost. "But I got emancipated when I was three months pregnant, and I'm living in an apartment owned by one of my classmate's dads, and he's giving me reduced rent. And I work part-time at a restaurant. People love to tip the pregnant girl, right? So, we'll be okay. I'll be okay."

"It's okay if you're not." The nurse says, but you shake your head.

"I need to be okay for her."

"You're having a girl?" She asks, and you hum. She smiles and glances at the different machines you're hooked up to, making sure everything is in order. "Well, it sounds like she's very lucky to have you as her mama."

"Thank you." You mumble. It's the nicest thing anyone's said to you in months.

The nurse stays with you as your contractions get closer together and more painful. She rubs your back when you throw up and keeps you upright when they administer your epidural. Eventually, in your drugged-up, sleep-deprived state, you ask her to, at least, try to call some people for you. You give her Matt, your mom's, and a few friends' phone numbers. If anyone answers, she doesn't tell you. She doesn't have to. She just returns and perches on the edge of your bed, her hand resting on your knee.

"Y'know, I have a daughter about your age," she says. "She's super smart. Motivated. Beautiful, too, and don't get me wrong. She's made some mistakes. Some really big ones. But I'd hope that if she were ever in this position, I'd be able to find the courage to be as brave as you are right now," she squeezes your knee, and you wipe at your eyes, unexpected tears leaking from your eyes. "We're gonna help you have this little girl, okay?"

She doesn't leave your side, even when you're yelling loud obscenities, and the room devolves into controlled chaos. She coaches you through every contraction and even braids your hair so it's out of your sweaty face. Your doctor and two other nurses come in once you're fully dilated to help support you and the doctor. The rain outside pounds harder on the windows as you try to push and breathe when you're supposed to, but it's so hard, and you're so tired. You've been working too hard. You haven't been sleeping enough. You definitely haven't been drinking enough water. What if you've already fucked up as a mom? What if there's no coming back from this?

Your doctor says something about needing to push harder; otherwise, you'll have to have an emergency c-section, and you start sobbing— full-bodied, earth-shattering sobs. The nurse who braided your hair shushes you gently and dabs a damp rag against your forehead. You look at her and cry harder.

"I'm scared." You admit.

"I know you are, baby, but you're so close. Can I tell you something I tell my daughter?" She asks, and you nod through your tears. "Whenever you're feeling scared, just squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and I'll take all your fear from you, alright? Show me what you got." She takes your hand in yours, and you squeeze as the next contraction takes your attention. A few minutes later, in a room full of women, you deliver your daughter with a scream loud enough to shake the entire floor, but she's silent. You look at the nurse holding your hand worriedly.

"She's not crying. Why isn't she crying?"

"Sometimes, babies have a hard time adjusting to being outside the womb. We'll get her crying, don't worry." Time seems to freeze as you watch the doctor rub your daughter's back until she rears her head back and wails. You let out a big breath, and a moment later, she's placed on your chest. You don't realize you're still holding the nurse's hand, but she doesn't let go. She lets you squeeze her until you stop shaking long enough to put your other hand on the back of your daughter's head.

She's so small and has so much hair. You stare down at her like she's the most precious jewel anyone could've ever discovered as she cries and cries. You kiss her forehead and vaguely tune into something the doctor is trying to tell you about recovery. You nod, but you're not listening. You're focusing on how your daughter's lungs expand and contract and how her heart beats against yours like it was always meant to be. Like it was forever and always supposed to be you and her.

You let the nurse holding your hand take the baby to get cleaned up as the rest of the nurses and the doctor run around to ensure you have everything you need. Once things settle and your daughter is back in your arms, people gradually leave the room for you to bask in her beauty. Now that she's here, everything seems so real, so important. The weight on your shoulders doesn't feel as heavy with her next to you, but it's still there. You're sure you'll cry later about not knowing what the fuck you're doing, but it's okay. It has to be. You're a mom now.

"I'm gonna go get some paperwork done, okay? If you need anything, even if it's just a friend, you press this button." The nurse says, putting the call button next to you in bed, and you nod.

"Thank you…" you trail off, realizing the nurse never told you her name, and she smiles, looking between you and the baby.

"Jane."

June 2nd, 2008

You're trying to figure out how you got here, outside the walls but in the opposite direction of the Shell station. You told Lee you didn't want to do any more drops so close to when Jane gets out of school. Still, the promised payout was enough of an incentive. You and Mrs. Carmichael have gotten closer since Adam died. She told you about her husband, who died long before the outbreak, and how she never changed her name back. You told her about Adam and what he meant to you. It felt like soldiers passing war stories back and forth to figure out why they were thrust onto battlefields, trying to find out what they did wrong to get drafted into a war they never imagined. She's kind. You trust her. It made sense to ask her to pick Jane up today.

Jane's been having a hard time in the past few months. A few weeks after Adam died, she asked you if he was her father. She admitted she doesn't remember much from before the outbreak and told you she vaguely remembers Outbreak Day. She's never really known a world without Adam until now. You wanted to lie and say yes. You wanted to tell her that, of course, she was a product of this beautiful, kind, amazing man. You wanted her never to know or claim Matt. You still don't know why you said no.

She barely wanted to celebrate her birthday two months ago but plastered on a smile when you surprised her with new notebooks and pencils for her to write with. These days, she's locking herself in her room with Adam's radio and her words. You remind her you love her and are there to talk, but she just nods and disappears. She's getting older. You can't shield her from the world forever, but goddammit, if you can't try for as long as you can.

You've connected with two guys on the radio who have a safe house in a safe, abandoned neighborhood in Boston. They've been giving you tips on how to find and keep a safe place outside of the QZ. With all the smugglers, weapons dealers, and survival skills you know, for the first time, it's feasible. It's possible. You could take her out of the QZ and build her that home in the forest where she could actually be a kid. You just need a few months. You can do it. You will do it for her.

Catherine's group shows up right on time, a desperate attempt to show how sorry they are for what happened the last time they were late. You don't make eye contact with her as you trade for the shit you need to. She's about to open her mouth to say something, and your fists ball up at whatever she could have to say when an ear-splitting sound emerges from the QZ. The ground shakes with the force, and you reach for your gun like you're waiting for it to happen again.

"Probably some Fireflies and FEDRA playing hot potato again," one of Catherine's guys says. "They've been throwing bombs at each other for the past month in our QZ." And just like that night you first saw fighter jets circling your city, you get an unmistakable sinking feeling in your stomach.

You start running back, praying to whatever god will still take pity on you after every sin you've committed to keep your little girl safe.

You wish you knew your prayers were landing on deaf ears. You would've run faster.

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light prequel #tlou fic

[demelza00]

Glass. Part 3

Tsireya x Fem!Omaticaya!Reader

Contains: some angst, some comfort finally, implied Avatar: The Way of Water spoilers

Word count: 910

Finally edited lol

Final part! Sorry this took so long, I did not think anyone would see the other two :0 (Also I'm a bit disappointed with this one, might rewrite it in the future lol). Thank you all sm for reading<3 If y'all like this story w/ Tsireya, I'm not sure if my next writing will be a similar concept with another character or a different prompt entirely with Tsireya. Any suggestions? <3

-(Name)'s POV

I cried. I screamed, and cried, and screamed more and kept doing so until my throat was raw and there were no more tears to fall. I have no idea how long we sat there, Tsireya holding me and smoothing my hair down.

I let everything out. I told her how I couldn’t see a way that I could ever fill Neteyam’s role, how I didn’t know how I could even go on without the guidance of my older brother. I told her that I was scared, maybe more scared than I ever had been, and that I was completely lost with no idea what to do next.

And Tsireya held me. She cried with me through some of it, keeping one of her hands firmly pressed against my back, grounding me. When I stopped crying, she eventually moved my head back and wiped the tears from my face.

“(Name). I see you. Your family will guide you, you will be alright. I know that you will do well,” she tells me. I try to protest, but barely get out a word before my voice cracks, tears flooding my eyes yet again.

Tsireya pulls me back into a hug. “I believe in you and I will be here for you. You are my best friend,” she says. Amazingly, through all of the grief of the day, the words ‘best friend’ manage to sting.

She must see my ears go back or something, because she yet again pulls back and looks at my face. Her big eyes look as though they are searching for an answer on my face, and she seems to find it.

“I will always be at your side,” she says.

I bite my lip to keep from sobbing again, and nod. She smiles weakly, nodding as well.

I’m not sure how much longer we sit there, now settled beside each other, leaning back against a large rock and watching the waves. It must’ve been a while, though, because the sky has started getting ever-so-slightly brighter, though the sun isn’t yet rising from the water.

When it gets bright enough that our bioluminescent spots start to dim, yet still before sunrise, Tsireya turns her head slightly, catching my attention. “We might want to get back soon,” she says quietly, still looking out at the water.

I nod my head. “Yeah, that is probably a good idea,” I agree, also quiet. It's like there is a peace that neither of us want to disturb. But when I look over at her, and see the pure, gentle beauty of her face, I find I can't stop myself.

“Tsireya..” I say quietly. She turns to look at me, and when her eyes meet mine, I almost falter. “I think I’m in love with you.”

It felt like the world had stopped. Tsireya’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, my heart nearly stopped, and even the slight breeze stopped. Neither of us moved for what felt like hours, but then her mouth closed and she frowned slightly.

“(Name)..” She said quietly. I felt like puking. The one person I’m comfortable with, that I know I can trust! Why did I fuck it up? What the hell is wrong with me, Tsireya is the most beautiful girl in Awa’atlu, and the next in line to be Tsahik, why would I ever think-

“I’m worried that you only say that because I comforted you. If you only think you feel that way because you don’t know how else to cope with what’s happened, then..” She trailed off, trying to find more words but ultimately leaving it at that.

What..? Only because she comforted me? Is that what she thinks I meant?

“It is not because you comforted me,” I said, looking away from her as I felt my cheeks burn. “Since we became friends, I believe I have been falling in love with you. You are the kindest, gentlest, and most beautiful person I have ever met.. I have never been able to be vulnerable with people to the extent as I have with you. And seeing the way that you care for my family, showing them patience and respect.. You have stood up for my siblings and I, you have scolded your own brother for calling us freaks.. How could I not fall in love with you?”

When I finally had the courage to look at Tsireya again, her cheeks had a beautiful blush, and she looked to be surprised. When she came to reality again, I saw small tears pool in her eyes, and she smiled slightly. “Do you mean that..?” She asked quietly.

I nodded, and the next thing I knew, she had launched herself from her seat in the sand and hugged me, with so much momentum that we both ended up falling. When she leaned back, her hair falling around my head as she looked down at me, she smiled widely, showing the beautiful dimples that I had missed.

“Do you.. feel the same?” I asked hesitantly, smiling slightly as well. She laughed, nodding as she used one of her hands to wipe the small tears from the corners of her eyes. The other moved to hold her up, then she cupped my face gently. “Can I kiss you (Name)?”

I nodded, and she giggled again, leaning down and finally pressing her lips to mine. “I see you (Name).”

“I see you Tsireya.”

Hope you enjoyed <3 Should I make more Tsireya content next or do y'all wanna see some other characters?

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Peekaboo | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You're patrolling your old neighborhood with your girlfriend Natasha. Splitting up when you walk into an old friend. Once you're back at her side your eyes meet the most adorable sight ever, Natasha playing peekaboo with kids.

Word count: 1545

A/n: I got the idea for this fic after watching this adorable tiktok:  https://vm.tiktok.com/ZML2Andq2/

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Within a couple of weeks multiple houses in the same neighborhood got robbed. The police said they were coincidental and decided on not investigating further. But it didn’t sit right with you, especially because it was the neighborhood you had spent a lot of your childhood in. So, you stepped to the team to see if there was anyone willing to help.

Most of the team agreed to help you. Together you set up a plan to patrol the neighborhood for a couple weeks. In groups of two you would patrol, a morning, day, and night shift. You were grateful for their help in making the residents feel safe in their own homes.

For today’s day shift you and Natasha patrolled the streets. It was a nice way to spend some time with your girlfriend, while also helping the local people. You were both in full attire walking down the streets, changing up the route you took each round.

With your usually quite busy schedules you weren’t able go on dates that often. Not that patrolling your old neighborhood was a date, but I was time spend together where you weren’t in high-risk situations keeping you from conversation.

You told her about your childhood. A topic neither one of you discussed often. This neighborhood was the place you had spent the longest amount of time, as a kid you had moved from home to home, never staying anywhere long. The family they put you with here felt like it was going to last forever, up until one day the social workers came and took you away once again. Still, some of your favorite memories were spend in these streets. You were telling Nat all about them when a voice from behind you caught your attention, you turned around when you heard the voice say, “Y/n?”

Realisation hits, “Jules?” When the woman nods a smile appears on your face. “Hey, Nat I’ll be right back. This is the girl I was just telling you about. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” You kiss her cheek when she tells you to take your time.

You walk over to Jules, “Wow, it has been a long time. Do you still live here?” You ask as you are just a couple steps away from her. “It sure has, it’s good to see you again though. You know like besides on the news and stuff.” She smiles like she cannot believe that her childhood best friend became an Avenger and was now standing in front of her again. “I moved out, but my parents still live here. I try to visit as often as possible. My mom mentioned that the Avengers were keeping an eye out on the neighborhood, but I didn’t expect to actually run into you.”

Jules and you share a short conversation since you are still at work and have to get back soon. So, mostly you talked about the night the social workers took you away, the reason you weren’t able to say goodbye to her. You decide to exchange numbers so you can meet up to catch up on each other’s lives some more.

When she hands you her phone to put in your contact you saw a picture of her with a little kid, “Is she yours?” Her face lights up, “Yes, that’s my little girl, y/n. I named her after the best friend I ever had.” You felt the tears fill up your eyes. “Oh Jules.” You say quickly wiping away the tear that escaped, “I hope I’ll get to meet her one day and I want you to know you meant a lot to me too. I’m so happy to run into you here. I was just telling Natasha about some of my best memories here with you. I can’t wait to have you back in my life again.”

Jules pulls you in for a hug, when you part she says, “Talking about Natasha, I can’t wait to hear the story of how you met ­the Black Widow, and you know how you got together.” You smile, “So people do know we’re together.” You chuckle, “Well, you did just kiss her, but yes I knew. We might have spent a long-time apart y/n, but I can still read those eyes like a book.”

You and Natasha never hid your relationship from the public, but you just also never publicly announced that you were in a relationship. You went on dates in public locations and everything, that the public seemed to think you were just best friends hanging out was on them, you just never felt the urge to publicly announce what the two of you had together. You had both agreed to just be and do whatever you wanted, and they could believe what they wanted. It was nice hearing that Jules could see from just your eyes that the two of you were a couple.

When you said your goodbyes with the promise to meet up soon, you turned around and jogged away to catch up to Natasha. The sight when you rounded the corner melted your heart. Nat was crouched down on the floor in front of a family’s front yard. She was playing peekaboo with the little children that were playing there. The parents were smiling while taking pictures and videos as one of the Avengers took time out of her day to entertain their kids.

The kids were giggling, but when they saw you walk up next to Natasha their jaws dropped. “Mommy, another superhero!” One of the kids squealed. You smiled and waved at them, “Hi kids!”

“Hey baby” You whisper when Nat got up. She smiles and greets you back and turns to the kids again, “We’ve got to go back to work, but it was very nice meeting you all, and remember to eat your veggies to grow strong, just like me.” She flexed her muscles a bit while saying it. You shook your head, you loved this woman with your whole heart. You both wave bye to the kids before you go on your way again.

You started walking through the streets again. “How was seeing Jules again, my love?” You tell her how amazing it was and that you’ll be meeting up with her soon to catch up some more. “It was like continued right where we left off. Like not as kids, but it felt like we were still us, you know?” Natasha nods in understanding. “Oh, and she named her little girl after me, that’s so crazy right!”

“Wow, that’s so cool! It seems like you made just as big of an impact on her life as she did on yours. I’m glad you found her again.” She says giving your hand a quick squeeze.

You continued patrolling the street for another hour, where Natasha shared memories from her time with her family in Ohio. How her time with Melina, Alexei and Yelena was truly the only time growing up she considered family time. You had met her family many times now, and even got to see some pictures of her at that age. “I had blue hair at some point.” She shared. “What? How have I never seen a picture of that. I bet you looked so cute! I’m going to have to call Melina to send me a picture.” You say nudging her shoulder.

“No need.” She smiles and pulls out her phone. Removing her case to reveal a torn photobooth picture of her and Yelena as kids. “I was right, you look so cute. Adorable even.” Nat smiles as she puts the picture back. At the same time her phone dings.

Bucky: We’ve got it from here, go take your girl on a date.

Attached is a picture of him and Sam doing some weird pose. “Bucky just texted, he said him and Sam are here for the next shift. So, we can go home.” Nat smiled putting her phone away. “Since we have the rest of the night off, would you maybe like to go out for dinner with me?” You take her hand and smile, “Yes, I would very much love to go on a date with you.”

Back at the compound you both take a shower and get ready. When Natasha knocks on your door wearing the leather jacket you loved on her so much, your stomach filled with butterflies. “You look amazing.” You say taking her held out hand. She pulls you in for a soft kiss, “You look beautiful, y/n.”

Natasha drives you to a small local restaurant, you take a table outside and order your drinks and meals. You’re enjoying each other’s company when your mind goes back to earlier when Nat was playing peekaboo with the kids. Natasha notices a smile appearing on your face, “What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about earlier when you were playing peekaboo with the kids. You’re going to be a great mom someday.” Nat smiles and reaches for your hand over the table, squeezing it once she takes hold of yours. “Thank you, Detka. You’re going to be a great mom too, our kids will be so loved.” Butterflies fill your stomach once again. With a smile you answer, “Yes they will.”

~

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[maybankspov]

The Heart Wants What It Wants ♡

Summary: Y/N is John B’s girlfriend and has been for over a year. Her and Jj have a weird relationship, They’ve always cared very deeply for each other, even after all the awkwardness and blunts remarks. But recently Jj’s is starting to see the girl in a way only his best friend should.

Warning: ANGST!! Jealousy, Cheating. Not much else i don’t think :)

Italics: JJ’s POV

The Heart Wants What It Wants

The Pogues had always been a tight nit group ever since they were younger especially Jj and John B. They had been best friends ever since the third grade, you would never see one without the other. They were like brothers growing up together practically living together due to Jj’s family situation. But just like any other friendship there are some times where the don’t see eye to eye, even if it is over a girl.

It all started when John b introduced her to the Poges for the first time. “Guys this is y/n” John b announced as he walked in his own home after picking her up from work on a Saturday afternoon. “The girl I’ve been telling you about, My girlfriend.” Jj looked up and was met with a girl he had never seen before, he’d remember a face as gorgeous as hers. “Hey, it’s so nice to meet all of you. John B never shuts up about you guys “ she says with a massive smirk on her face as she bumps her hip into JB’s. He wraps his arm around the back of her neck and brings her into his chest. “Alright shush you” he says with a huge smile on his face as he lets out a breathy laugh which the rest of the pogues return. Except for one. JJ turned to look at both Kie and Pope hoping to see if he can predict what they’re thinking of this girl however he was met with two admirable faces looking up at the happy couple. They seemed to approve so why was he conflicted over the matter.

That night Jj had spent his time ignoring her, watching her from the sidelines. He watched the way she interacted with each one of his friends. Her and Kie immediately clicked bonding over similar clothing styles and their passion for saving the environment. Her and Pope managed to get along like brother and sister, he never shut up when she was around. Immediately feeling comfortable around the new girl which is weird for him, he’s always been a bit of an introvert. Jj tried to shut out every affectionate interaction her and John B had together. He still didn’t understand why but everytime he’d find his eyes glancing over at the happy couple his chest immediately felt tight.

It’s not like Y/N shut Jj out she just felt odd around him. From the beginning their interactions were limited to small nods when greeting one another, tight lipped smiles whenever they said goodbye. It was awkward and neither one of them truly understood why. John B had told y/n all about Jj and how well they would get along but to his dismay the blonde wouldn’t even look in her direction. She had tried to speak to him that Saturday night when she met them all but it didn’t go the way she thought it would.

“Jj right?” She announced her presence as she took a seat beside him on one of the logs that was situated around the fire, Pope had set up for us. “Yeah” he replied, very bluntly. Anyone from the outside could tell he felt awkward. Like he didn’t know what to say to her. “Wow, I’m glad to be finally meeting the Jj. How are you?” She asked him politely with an adorable smile finding its way onto her face, whilst also turning her body towards his. He shifted his eyes to look at her, he swear he felt his heart beat in his stomach. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous maybe it was the feeling of a brunette headed pogue watching their interaction. “I’m fine” he answered her question with a slight nod of his head. A moment of silence is shared between the two as she looks over at her boyfriend with wide eyes. John B lightly scowled at his best friend confused by his behavior his eyes shifted back to his girlfriend and light shuck his head silently telling her to “leave it “ assuming Jj’s in one of his moods. She lightly pressed her hand against Jj’s shoulder as she stood and made her way over to John B. Jj couldn’t help but feel clarity as she walked away from him, like he could breathe again however a small feeling inside of him longed for her to come back.

One night y/n hadn’t been able to sleep so she unwrapped her boyfriends arms from around her waist and went out to the front porch to smoke. As that usually seemed to calm her down when she felt this way. Unknowing to her, Jj had been feeling the same way. Lying wide awake facing the ceiling, thoughts running his mind and they all had the same common denominator which was indeed, his best friend’s girlfriend. The girl he’s barely spoken a few words to. It turns out great minds think alike as he finds himself walking towards the porch with a freshly rolled blunt in his hand.

The floorboards cracked underneath his feet which caused the attention of the young girl curled up on the couch to look up at the disruption. Jj stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw her sat there, the only thing his mind could comprehend at that moment was how fucking hot she looked smoking a blunt, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt which he recognized was John b’s. “Sorry i don’t know you were out here, i-uh i’ll just go” he quickly turned away planning on walking back inside the chateau and forgetting this ever happened. “Y’know, You don’t have to do that” she said whilst lifting one of her hands up to her face, taking another hit off her blunt. “Do what?” He asked her once he stopped and turned back around. “Leave as soon as you see me.” Jj turned his head towards the girl, to see that her attention was focused on the marsh. His insides feeling torn between walking back inside or sitting beside the girl which he so desperately wanted to do. “What are you looking at?” He asked her. “The water, the way the moon reflects its light on the water is so pretty” she said without moving her eyes from the spot she was fixated on.

Jj’s face immediately relaxed feeling most of his awkwardness slip away as he took a seat next to the girl and began to pull out his blunt from his front pocket. She suddenly clears her throat getting his attention as she offered him hers. “What’s the point in lighting another, save that for another time” she lightly winked at me. Jj swore he felt his heart beat quicken in pace and his face immediately redden. He smiled back at her as he lightly took the blunt from her delicate hand lingering ever so slightly as their fingers brush against each-other. They just sat in silence for the next few minutes sharing a blunt, as she ever so often looked out at the marsh which caused him to do the same thing. She was right. The way the light would reflect off the sky and hit the water was truly beautiful. But not as beautiful as the girl sat beside him. No! This is his best friends girlfriend he shouldn’t think of her in that way but he just couldn’t help it. “I think i owe you a bit of an apology.” Jj began to say, “ya think” she replied. He couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction matching the expression of the smiling girl on his side.

“Yeah I- um, i don’t really know what came over me, i- uh, i guess you could just say” Lie Jj. Lie. “I’m not use to John b having a girl round all the time” i said to her as she hung on to my every word. “Like he’s never stuck to one girl before. Usually he just fucks them and forgets them” i tell her honestly.

“Wow, i feel honored” she says back to me which caused a smile to appear on my face. I cant help it. I know i shouldn’t be feeling this way about my best friend’s girlfriend, i mean it’s just wrong. Not to mention I’ve only just met the girl, i don’t even know her that well but there’s something about her. I’ve never felt this way before. And of course it had to be for her if all people. “No i get it, you were we worried about your friend. Don’t worry i won’t break his heart.” She actually thought i’d be happy about that. I mean i-uh guess i am. I don’t wanna hurt John B but i wouldn’t be upset if they summarily harpooned and there weren’t together anymore. “Um yeah i guess” I quietly mumbled which i don’t think she heard. Thank fuck.

We had spent most of the night on the porch smoking, laughing about absolutely nothing. We even managed to move ourselves so we were more relaxed. She had moved so her back was facing the arm rest with a pillow supporting her as she faced me with her legs out situated on top of my lap. I was in a similar position with my hand on her leg. We were so high right now, i don’t think she minded that i was touching her in quite an intimate place. I did know what i was doing, like i knew that if John b were to walk out the front door and see my hands on her leg he would probably beat me up but… in this moment i didn’t really care. It was just me and her.

“Y’know when i first met John B, i low key thought he was quite annoying” she giggled in a slight daze, it was adorable to watch. I smiled at what she just said a bit of hope started to rise in my stomach as i thought the high had given her the courage to tell me if she had any doubts Shoot her and JB’s relationship, which i am all for. Since we finished her blunt, we had decided to use mine. So it’s safe to say we are so fucking high right now. It’s actually made me realize why I’ve been feeling this way, i like this girl. I actually like my best friends girlfriend, all i’ve wanted to do this past month I’ve known her was go up to her, hold her, kiss her but i couldn’t. I had to sit and watch John B do everything i wanted to do. It hurt. It hurt a lot.

“Phh, oh-yeah, he’s always been like that I don’t think he’ll ever stop” i can’t help but subconsciously smile everytime she goes to say something. She opens and shuts her mouth obviously wanting to say something but just doesn’t now how. “Go on, say what you wanna say. You can tell me anything” i leaned forward testing the waters and placing my hand higher up on her leg. I saw her eyes moved down to my hand i actually couldn’t tell what she was thinking. I didn’t know wether she liked the affection i was giving her or if she wanted me to stop. “There’s just something about him. I feel safe around him. Like over the past few months, if anything were to happen like if we saw a bunch of kooks or even if we were just crossing the street. He’d hold onto my hand” she placed her hand on top of mine and leaned forward. I visibly gulped as she came closer to my body. “He’d squeezes it twice” she squeezed my hand twice. Her face felt much closer to mine than it really was but that didn’t stop me from looking down at her lips. Imagining myself kissing her in this moment. All the thoughts surrounding John B and how he would feel if i kissed her went out the window. It was just me and her. No one else. “It was almost like he’s letting me know I’m safe, like I’m loved” After she said that my eyes snap back to meet hers. Her eyes weren’t looking at me she was looking out at the damn marsh again. I don’t like where this is going.

“I think i love him Jj”

“We sat on the beach last night and i told him the same thing i told you, about the way the moon reflects its light on the water and how pretty it looks. After i said what i said, he told me i was prettier than any of that.. I think that was the moment i knew. I love him. So much.”

Jj hasn’t sobered up that quickly in his life. He felt a sudden pressure behind his eyes after hearing her declare her love for his best friend. He could feel his eyes glaze over but he didn’t want her seeing that. “Maybe go tell him that then” Jj said, whilst trying so hard to avoid her ongoing gaze. He had removed his hands so that not one ounce of his body was touching hers. The instant warmth he felt from being so close to her quickly washing away and was replaced with a bitter breeze. “Your right Jj, I’m gunna tell him. Thank u for everything, I enjoyed tonight maybe we can do it again sometime” he sent her the fakest smile he could matter, as well as a small nod when he looked up at her. She had stood up ready to go back to her boyfriend but before she left she reached over and placed her lips on my cheek before heading through the doors of the chateau.

Well, I’m 100% fucked.

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[loubuggins]

Rizumo Week Day 1: Hellfire

It was girls night. Izumo sat on a plush purple rug that covered the hard wooden floor on their common room. The dormitories at True Cross we’re all designed a little differently. Her’s had four bedrooms all sharing a common area.

There was a modest living room with a couch and TV, and a kitchenette used to cook simple meals. Right now Izumo sat on the rug, sorting through DVDs they laid scattered in front of her. Her roommate, Paku, was popping popcorn while her other friend, Shiemi, sat beside her.

The young blonde was currently getting grilled with questions by Paku.

“So Shiemi, how are things going with Rin?”

Izumo glanced up from the pile of movies to eye the girl in question. She knew Paku would bring up boys because why wouldn’t she? But there was something about the question that made Izumo tense and apparently it had the same effect of Shiemi because the jovial girl was now still.

“Rin is okay, I guess?” She sounded confused.

“She means are you dating him yet.” Izumo clarified, then turned to Paku and answered for her. “No, she’s not.” Izumo’s answer came out more pointed than she would have liked. Luckily Shiemi was too preoccupied trying to form a sentence to think twice about Izumo’s response.

“I-I’m not…dating…Rin.” Shiemi finally stuttered out sheepishly.

Paku looked between the two girls. One was extremely embarrassed and the other looked like fumes would rise over her head soon. Both red-faced for entirely different reasons. Interesting, Paku noted.

Paku carried the bowl of popcorn to where the girls sat and joined them on the rug.

“Okay, you aren’t dating Rin.” She finalized before adding, “but do you want to?”

Izumo balled her hands into fists and gritted her teeth. She wanted to change the subject but part of her morbid curiosity kept her silent as she waited for Shiemi’s reply.

Shiemi pushed up her legs and buried her face in her knees. “I don’t know.” She mumbled in her legs, but both girls heard it.

“What’s holding you back?” Paku asked.

“I…I don’t know.” Shiemi muttered. “Rin is nice. He’s my friend. On our last mission together, I got to feel his flames and they were so warm but they didn’t hurt. They made me feel safe. But then he told me how he feels about me. That he wants to be more than friends but I…I think I just want to be his friend.”

Both Izumo and Paku were stunned by this confession. Neither had realized Rin had actually confessed to the girl.

“But if you like Rin, why not date him?” Izumo asked the question before she could stop herself.

“Because of you, Izumo.” Shiemi finally looked up. Izumo stiffened. Was she really saying what she thought she was saying?

“You showed me what romance is supposed to feel like with all those stories. And I…I just don’t feel that for Rin.”

Izumo let a sigh of relief.

“I don’t think I feel that way about anyone…” Shiemi mumbled the last part almost to herself. Her eyes dropped down and she looked saddened by this realization. Luckily Paku always seemed to know what to do.

She gave Shiemi a small hug and told her it was okay. “You don’t have to feel that way about anyone, Shiemi. We all experience love differently.”

Izumo nodded in agreement. This seemed to make Shiemi feel a bit better. It also somehow made Izumo feel better.

Like a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders. She replayed Shiemi’s confession in her mind and there was a detail that caught her attention.

“So you’ve felt Rin’s flames?”

It wasn’t really the point of the story, but Izumo was curious.

“Mhm.” Shiemi hummed.

“And they didn’t burn you?”

“Nope. They were warm, but not hot. It was like the feeling of the sun when I work in the garden.”

Like the feeling of the sun. Izumo stored that new detail away for later. That was the end of boy talk for the evening.

2 Years Later

Kissing Rin was always a new experience for her. They have kissed several times since they started dating, but each one was unique and unlocked new feelings neither had ever felt before.

This time the kiss begged for something more. It started simple. They were on his couch, alone. He had leaned in first and she admits she was eager to meet him. The kiss was sweet and slow. But then his tongue grazed her bottom lip and acting on reflex she opened her mouth.

His tongue dived in she could taste the lingering mint of his mouthwash. Something about his taste was addicting and she craved more. The distance between them quickly closed as she pushed her onto his lap, straddling his hips.

A normal man might have groaned in pleasure, but Rin instead let out a deep-throated growl. She could feel it rumbled in his chest. The sound made something inside her awaken. For the first time, she felt herself growl back. Her’s was higher pitched and nearly sounded like a hiss. The bizarre sound didn’t seem to deter him though. It only made him growl louder, tugging at her hips possessively. Then suddenly they were both wrapped up in unholy blue.

This was enough to make Izumo pull back, eyes wide with alarm.

Her eyes darted across her body that was now covered in dancing blue flames. Rin was too, but that part wasn’t unusual. Rin looked as surprised as she was, but more so in awe than in fear.

Izumo’s heart was racing. She was covered in Satan’s fire! But…it didn’t burn.

She recalled a faint memory of Shiemi describing Rin’s flames.

“It feels like the sun.”

Izumo agreed that they were warm, but for her it felt like being wrapped in a heated blanket. Warm and secure. After the shock wore off, she realized she wasn’t scared anymore.

Rin was watching her with dark blue eyes. She understood that this was far more intimate than anything they have ever done before. The flames danced around them in unison. In this moment, they were one.

Izumo looked back at Rin’s eyes. He was waiting for her. He wanted to see if she would accept this or end it.

Izumo was no quitter.

She lifted her hands to caress his face and slowly brought it to hers. They shared a lingering kiss before Izumo sank down to his chest and curled up on him. His arms wrapped around her protectively. She listened to the sound of his heartbeat and fell asleep in the warmth and safety of his flames. She was his now and she hoped it would last forever.

End

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[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

The Whisperer: Part 13 (Wally Clark Fic)

”She’s not trying to make Wally hate you so you can stop giving her the evil eye now.” I blinked and looked at Charly who had basically finished painting the whole banner I was supposed to be helping him with for homecoming. “She’s in love with Xavier and he’s just a fucking golden retriever that feels bad for anyone that has a sad story.” I knew Charly was right after the day I exploded on her I told Maddie the same thing that I told Wally and she even cried a little bit and said she was so sorry for putting me in that position. I told her that I meant what I said and that I would try to help her but I would have to figure out the best way to do it though.

Wally seemed to have no trouble though, he took the new ghost girl right under his wing and to make matters worse she only smiled when she was around him. I knew what Charly said made the most sense and I’ve never gotten the feeling that Maddie liked Wally like that. But do I think Wally doesn’t like Maddie like that? I honestly don’t know, he hasn’t visited me anymore since that night when I told him about my parents. Hasn’t talked to me really and I can’t ask Dawn because she actually crossed over. She visited my dream when she did and she thanked me for being such a good friend. I told her that I could visit her still and she said she would like that but not to spend all my living time visiting her. She would be waiting for me when it was my time. She was waving to me with my parents right before I woke up and I had never been so angry to wake up from a dream before.

Maybe that’s why Wally was avoiding me? Maybe he thought he talking about my parents death had somehow cause Dawn ti cross over and he was angry with me? My thoughts were cut off by Maddie and Wally giggling obnoxiously. I gritted my teeth and threw my paintbrush down before storming off. Neither one even bothered to glance up and Charly just shook his head before hanging our -his- banner up.

“Oh relax cherry pop Wally definitely still likes you. He just thinks he scared you off.” Of course Rhonda would be waiting for me in my hiding spot. My underrated best friend besides Dawn who knew everything without me having to tell her.

“What do you mean?” She sighed and pulled her green lollipop out of her mouth and threw it away before turning to me. Her face was actually the most serious I had ever seen it I think.

“He felt like he was too forward with you after you told him about your parents death. That’s why he’s been avoiding you.” Well damn and here I was hating Maddie once again for something that wasn’t her fault but my own damn fault.

“It’s not that.” I mumbled looking anywhere but at her.

“Then what-oh cherry pop you’re a virgin.” I clamped my hand over her mouth because I didn’t know if ghosts had enhanced hearing. “He’s a ghost not a fucking bat. Oh you haven’t been putting it off because you don’t like him. He’s doesn’t know you’re a virgin.”

“Would you shut up, yes I’m a virgin.” Surprisingly she didn’t laugh she actually seemed a little shocked by the idea. “And I don’t know how to be like oh hey Wally by the way I’m a virgin.” Her face softened on that one.

“He’s not an asshole Mo, it’s not like he’s gonna just stick it in and make himself feel good.” That’s weird Rhonda’s never really gone to bat for Wally before. Not like she’s talked shit about him but she’s defending him hard-

“Holy shit you two fucked.” She tried to stop me before I got to the gym but I was far faster than her. I saw red when I saw Wally laughing with Maddie and his face did light up when he saw me but I was too pissed to care. “Is there any ghost that you haven’t fucked or tried to fuck?” Maddie was looking unsure between the two of us and Charly was her savior because he just removed her from the situation.

“I don’t-“

“Don’t say you haven’t because I know damn well you have. Rhonda here didn’t mean to tell me but she was defending you so fucking hard it wouldn’t take a fucking rocket scientist to figure it out.” I reached out and ripped the necklace from around his neck. “You stay the fuck away from me.”

I could even see where I was running to I was crying so hard I think the worst part was part of me was hoping Wally or Rhonda would have came after me but they didn’t. None of them did. Not even Charly or Maddie.

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[angelbroad]

SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP

RETURN

Rating: teen and up audiences

Characters: Marjorie Brock (oc), Jack Darby (transformers), June Darby (transformers), Miko Nakadai (transformers), Raphael “Raf” Esquivel (transformers), Jonathan Gilmore (@cattalystic oc), Kenneth Brock (oc), Arcee (transformers), Soundwave (transformers), Lazerbeak (mentioned), Autobots (transformers), Cliffjumper (mentioned)

Tags: family reunion, past experiences, Jack and June Darby need a hug, introduction, drama, i don’t know how to tag this, drabble, fan-chapter, changing percepective, Marjorie Brock is a good person, stalking, comfort, hugging, espionage, holoform, smuggling, brief description of violence

Summary: The Darby family hears of a familiar face returning to Jasper, Nevada. Some other people are not too happy about it.

DISCLAIMER

THIS IS A FAN-MADE CHAPTER BASED ON THE CHARACTERS AND STORYLINE OF @cattalystic FANFICTION “SECRETS THAT YOU KEEP” NEITHER OF US OWNS TRANSFORMERS AND WE ONLY OWN OUR RESPECTIVE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

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It was almost noon, and the sun felt even hotter as the two teens walked

along the sidewalk. “Do you think it was a good idea to come back to the

Autobots?” the girl asked. Jack would be dishonest if he told her ‘yes’. Truth be

told, after their accident with the Decepticons and his father’s antics, he hasn’t

been able to think straight. “Are you okay, Jack?” asked another voice. Jack

noticed that it was Raphael, who must have joined the two at some point. “I’m

fine”, said Jack “I just have a lot of things on my mind lately.” the girl and the

pre-teen nodded in response. Jack’s situation was no secret to the two. They

had been through hell and back together, and they agreed to start sharing

more about each other’s lives, to have each other when they couldn’t rely on

anyone else.

Soon enough, they arrived at Jack’s house. June wasn’t home, being too

occupied with work. Ever since the boy’s father demanded for more time with him, she has been working harder, as if to better the situation somehow. Jack

wanted to believe there was still hope for him and his mom. She was a good

woman, who didn’t deserve what was happening to her. It was Tuesday, so

they decided it would be a good time for them to hang out a bit before he had

to visit his father tomorrow. Normally they would hang out on Friday, but it

was one of the days he would visit Jonathan because of the custody matter,

who didn’t let him go out. Compared to him, even his family members not

neccessarily related by blood, where far better.

Miko plopped on the couch with a groan, “When will school eeeeeeend?” the

boys let out a laugh. “You know school is kinda important, right?” the pre-teen

said, taking a seat beside her. “Well, yea I guess. But it’s soo boring!” “Heh,

well maybe sometimes.” answered Jack. They turned on the tv and continued

chatting.

“When will your mom be back?” Miko asked, sitting upside-down on the

couch and fiddling on her phone. “Probably soon, if they don’t have any

emergencies in the hospital.” the sapphire-eyed teen responded. It seemed Raf

was busy with a book, so Jack took the remote and started flipping through the

channels. Arcee had told him earier that she would be taking a recharge at the

garage, since there was nothing to do, but to Jack it felt like he was being spied

upon. The Autobots were good friends, but the kids’ trust begun to waver after

their Decepticon dilema, and it seemed like Miko was affected the most. Jack

noticed that the girl hasn’t been getting much sleep lately, and seems

interested in learning how to pilot aircrafts. Jack didn’t really think too much of

it, only assuming she figured out what to do after graduation. The same

couldn’t be said for the teen boy though. He still is lost to the concept of what

to do for his next step in education. Esquivel was four years younger than him,

and he probably already figured things out.

“Did the Decepticons bother you again?” Jack asked, causing both of his

friends to turn their heads toward him. Miko turned her body to sit at a normal

position, looking a bit hesitant, before answering with a happy ‘Nope! Nothing

at all.’ Raf also gestured at Miko as if he had the same response. They were

concerned about more Decepticon activity around them, especially when

Lazerbeak itself showed up at the school a week ago. To say they were a bit on

edge was an understatement.

The sound of keys unlocking the door was heard, and the kids turned their

heads to see June Darby enter the house. She was holding her coat on her arm, and looked really exhausted. Jack left the remote on the couch to go and help

his mom, the other two turning in way to look at them better. As June said hi

to them and started talking with Miko, the pre-teen felt a small vibration in his

pocket. He pulled out his phone to see what the notification was. It was a text

message, from Soundwave. “Dammit, not now!” Raf said in his head. He

excused himself to another room, saying that he needed to call his parents

about something. As it turned out, he wouldn’t take long. Usually the texts he

got from the Decepticon were questions about different subjects, that would

escalate to something akin to a threat when he would ignore them, but this

time it was something else entirely.

Soundwave:

:)

The boy didn’t know what it meant, and was too cautious to ask. So he just

went back to the living area. As he entered the room, he noticed that Jack and

his mother’s attention was stern on the tv, so he looked over to see what it

was. It was a news report talking about a certain Aircraft Military division

coming to Jasper. Probably soldiers reuniting with their families. June covered

her mouth, and it seemed like her eyes sparked with joy. “Arcee is faster than

the car, right?” June asked Jack, “She is.” he responed. And they both started

leaving for the garage before they stopped to speak to Raphael and Miko, “Do

you two want to stay here or?” asked the dark-haired teen. “I dunno why you

guys are so excited, but it sure as hell seems important and I want to see. So

we’ll stay and wait for you to return! Right, Raf?” the girl said with her usual

spunk. The chestnut haired boy knew he couldn’t possibly convince her not to,

so he agreed to stay behind as well.

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There was a knock at Jonathan’s office door. “Come in.” he said, still not

looking up from the files on his desk. “Not-really-brother-in-law.” the man

lifted his head on the nickname. It was Kenneth Brock, the oldest son of the

Brock family. Even though his family owned Brock Indusrties, a large

technological company focused mostly on robotics, he lacked the skill and

intelligence to run it, so ownership was passed to his younger sister. Still, he

made a name for himself in the U.S. Goverment as an agent. “Am I being

investigated, ‘not-really-brother-in-law'?” Kenneth gave him a serious look,

devoid of his usual easy-going mood. The nickname was made because the siblings were considered family to the Darby’s back in the day, although to

Johnathan, Kenneth was the only one he trusted. Something about the sister

always felt, off. It didn’t feel like he was talking to a genuine human being.

“Here to angrily ramble about your family again?” he asked. Brock responded

by slamming his hand on his desk. Jonathan kept a calm look “That was

vintage.” “This is serious!” the older man responded. “What happened?” the

brunette responded, starting to take him more seriously. “Aircraft Division

‘Owl’ came back to Jasper, Marjorie came back.” Jonathan froze at the name

drop. Marjorie had been gone ever since early 2009, and now she is back?!

When he had plans in motion?!

He got up from his chair in a hurry, “Do we take my car or yours?” “Let’s take

yours.” Brock said, and they both set off in a hurry. He was going to pick up

Jack, no matter June’s protests. There were enough bad influences in the boy’s

life already that prevented him from achieving his goal, he wasn’t about to let

this mad-dog infiltrate their lives once again.

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With Arcee, they arrived at the airport, and June ran straight inside. “Who are

you so excited to pick up?” Arcee asked. “My aunt, Marjorie.” said Jack, “Her

division came back.” “Oh, that’s great! You must really miss her, huh?” the

femme responded. She didn’t really have a biological family of her own, to her,

the team was the closest thing she had to what humans called ‘family’.

Regardless, that didn’t stop her from caring about others’ families as well. Jack

gave the motorcycle a pat and went inside after his mom, leaving Arcee to wait

outside. After the dust was settled, she really wanted to apologise to Jack for

acting out. It really wasn’t his fault that him and the others were captured by

the ‘cons, and no-one could truly guess the outcome of the ordeal. Sometimes

she wishes she could vent all this with Cliffjumper.

They were lucky to find an unoccupied bench. A lot of the pilots’ families lived

in Jasper, and the area was packed with people. Slowly, the pilots begun

reuniting with their families, the room filling with great joy, and Jack started

searching with anticipation. Aunt Marjorie didn’t live in Jasper, but they still

hoped that in someway, she would decide to come.

Soon enough, a figure taller above all else started making its way through the

crowd, and a familiar bandaged face came into view. June was the first to get

up, and without any words coming out of her mouth, she dashed towards the woman’s direction. The yellow-eyed woman noticed her almost immediately,

and set down her suitcases to stretch her arms forward, and embrace her

beloved family member into a hug. June felt so small compared to Marjorie,

still she melted into the hug. She felt like she would cry, clenching the Air

Commander’s coat tighter. “June, I’m back.” said the taller woman. As she

stayed hugging June, she noticed another familiar face, “Hey! Nephew! Come

here!” she exclaimed as she stretched out one of her arms, which alowed Jack

to join the hug too.

After they finally seperated from the hug, the Darbys got a chance to look at

Marjorie’s face more carefully, noticing she had an eyepatch now, and more

stitch-like burn marks in her forehead. “W-What happened?” asked a worried

June, putting a hand on her face. Even though an injured eye would seem like a

painful deal, Marjorie responded in an energetic tone, “I just fell off a small

cliff, no big deal.” both of them were quite surprised. They always knew

Marjorie was stronger and more durable than most people, but this? Jack only

wished he was as strong.

As they were walking through the halls, Jack started feeling a bit off, and

suddendly he felt the need to look up. Turning his head to look at a glass part

of the roof, something large flew by. He assumed it must have been another

plane or a bird.

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They were waiting for a while, so they went to go sit at the park to talk more,

since the sun wasn’t burning as hot now. He had sent Arcee to wait

somewhere around the corner of the park, Marjorie already having a ride set

to arrive at the location. They sat down on the bench, enjoying the light

breeze. “Things haven’t changed all that much, have they?” the woman asked.

“When it comes to the town, yea I suppose.” the teen responded, ruffling his

dark hair. Brock raised her one remaining eyebrow. “I’ll be staying here from

now on.” the nurse looked at her with hope in her eyes, “You’ll stay here?

Where?” “I already had a house contructed a little outside of town about a

year ago. Both for work and because of some” she turned her gaze away for a

moment “familial disputes.” Jack and June nodded, looks like they were having

similar experiences.

Still, it seemed that the golden-eyed woman figured there was something

wrong. “You know, if you have any problems, I am always here to help you.” it is true they had a lot of baggage, but they didn’t want to bother her after the

long flight she just had. They agreed for Marjorie to come visit them as soon as

she unpacks her luggage, as she didn’t want to have to tell the driver to change

courses and give them more work. And so, they parted ways for now.

Marjorie’s expression changed into a more serious one as soon as they left.

She knew they had troubles, she knew about Johnathan’s return. It would take

all she had to prevent herself from breaking some bones. Right now, she had

to keep a low profile, especially since the Autobots were stationed here.

Another man walked up and sat on the bench, he was slim, with dark hair and

clothing, with a mask covering his nose and mouth. He offered her a box of

chocolates, which she set onto her lap and disposed a hard drive into the

previously empty package. She gave it back to him, and the man got up. They

gave each other a nod, and Marjorie picked up her luggage to go their seperate

ways. As she got into the car, somewhere else the holoform faded, and

Soundwave transformed into vehicle mode to deliver the information back to

the Nemesis.

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Author's note: just wanted to give one of my favourite fanfics some love and write the introduction of Marjorie and her brother into the story of tfp

#transformers prime #tfp oc #tfp jack #tfp june darby #tfp miko #tfp raf #tfp arcee #tfp cliffjumper #fanfiction #tfp fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #original characters #tfp soundwave #lazerbeak

[something-just-like-this22]

You don’t know her like I do - Drabble

https://youtu.be/6olPTdLcjv4

Word count 648

Warnings scared, fear, lots of emotions, pregnant but not together, friends with benefits relationship, pregnancy, miscariage, mention of bleeding, crying, implied sex, drinking maybe, i think thats it.

Kimber King x Boone Rivers

Best friend and Friends with benefits

She ain’t worth it” they keep telling me. But they don’t know what we’ve been through, she’s my best friend and I lost her.

months before

“Boone, can you come over after you get off work” was all I could say when his phone went to voicemail. This wasn’t news to share over the phone. I needed to tell him in person.

It took everything in me not to rush to the bathroom and throw up what was left in my stomach when I heard his pick up pull into the driveway.

“Hey” he said, opening the door letting himself in.

“Hey, I said, trying not to sound nervous.

“You okay?” He asked when I hugged him.

“Can we sit down and talk?” I ask.

“Yeah, of course” he said, starting to say something before deciding against it.

“I don’t know where to start so I’m just gonna say it”

“Okay” he said, getting more nervous.

“ I’m pregnant”

“You’re what?”

“ pregnant, with like a baby”

“That’s awesome! I didn’t know you were dating anyone, This is what you’ve always wanted isn’t it?

“Boone, I’m not dating anyone. I’ve only been with one guy”

“Oh,” then it clicked everything started to line up.

“So it’s?” He questioned

“Uh huh” I nodded my head.

“You mean?” He ask again.

“Yeah,”

“Oh boy” he said, starting to stress out.

“Boone, the baby is yours”

I lay in bed beside her, holding her as she lay on my shoulder, my hand over her belly. She hadn’t started to show yet. And we hadn’t told anyone. Not my parents, not hers.

Things had changed between us though, that line neither dared to cross had finally been crossed. Sure we’d crossed the line physically having friends with benefits situation, but neither of us dared cross the line emotionally telling the other how we felt deep down. I felt I was living my dream. My best friend, the girl I’d fallen in love with years ago, was laying in bed beside me, carrying my child. We were doing this together. Us against the world.

I was falling in love with both of them more every day.

I rubbed my hand across her belly. I love you little one, I whispered, I love you mama I said kissing her head.

Until one day about 3 weeks later when I got one of the worst phone calls I could ever receive.

“Boone, I’m bleeding I’m losing the baby”

I held her that night on her couch, as she cried.

2 weeks later

“Boone, I can’t do this anymore! She yelled at me, every time I see you all I feel is how I let you down, I couldn’t do the one thing my body was designed to do. I couldn’t carry our baby, I can’t do this. Boone I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay. I wish you would just hate me, I don’t understand why you don’t hate me.” She yelled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Kimber I couldn’t ever hate you, none of this was your fault, yes I loved our baby and I was excited but losing our baby doesn’t change the fact that I’m still in love with you.” I said, trying to convince my best friend to stay. But she stormed off slamming my screen door.

15 years and she gone, they keep telling me “she isn’t worth it” but she was my best friend, they don’t know what we’ve been through. They’ll never understand I went from living my dream to living through my nightmare. I went from laying in bed rubbing her belly, knowing she loved me and was carrying our baby to laying in bed knowing she was gone and I would never meet our baby on this earth.

“They’ll never know here like I do

#kbrivers #kimberking #boonerivers #my otp #kbriversotp #orginal art #orginal character #my words #my work #Texas #somethingjustlikethis22

[comm-caribou]

Chapter Nine: Everything Has Changed

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: fluff (let me know if I missed any!)

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Commander Fox was kind enough to let them into their barracks, and being with another class of troopers was a nice change in atmosphere.

“That the best you got?” Thorn taunted Mirage.

Mirage’s arm trembled as he kept Thorn’s fist in place.

Hardwire honestly couldn’t guess who would win between these two muscle heads.

Mirage closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he put all his strength into making Thorn lose.

Thorn’s eyes widened as his fist began slowly going down.

The barracks got louder as Thorn fought back.

“Come on Thorn!”

“You can do it Mirage!”

Hardwire’s comm beeped, and he excused himself from the riled up crowd to check his messages.

It was a message from Cosmos with a picture.

The message on the screen before he opened it read: “progress was made.”

Progress? Progress in what?

He leaned his back against the wall, then opened the message away from everyone.

Upon opening the full message, a fond smile took over his face.

Fang was asleep with his armor removed down to his belt, his arms wrapped around Juliette. She was cuddled in close with her armor removed to her belt as well. Her head resting on his clothed chest and hand over his heart.

They’re cuddling.

Hardwire held the comm to his chest, then walked over to Coyote cheering on Mirage.

Hardwire nudged him, “vod.”

Coyote turned to him, “yes, sir?”

“Look at what Cosmos sent me.” Hardwire tilted the screen to him.

Coyote smiled, “he got his dream girl.”

Hardwire closed the screen, then went back watching his ARC trooper finally beat Commander Thorn.

****

Juliette had never been this close to someone before.

When she was younger, she only had two crushes and neither had or ever would be reciprocated.

One was Xiaber, which was understandable because he was an adult and married. She never told anyone that one, although she could figure her unofficial uncle probably knew of her childish crush.

The second was a boy named Ferris, who left to be a bounty hunter when he became eighteen. He left her and everyone else behind years ago.

She could’ve dated Rani, but besides the fact they’ve been best friends since day one on Vixnix and didn’t want to destroy their friendship, Juliette never found herself attracted to girls.

Fang’s warm fingers brushed her cheek, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Seriously, what am I doing? Do I even like Fang like that?

The softness in his dark brown eyes made her heart do a somersault, and she buried her face into his chest.

I like him. I like him like crazy.

“You okay?” His fingers ran over her exposed neck.

“I’m fine,” she smiled against his black, skintight bodysuit.

“We should probably get up,” Fang suggested.

Juliette didn’t want to.

If they got up, that meant they were back to General Trix and clone trooper.

Getting up meant going back to war.

Being professional.

Not having feelings for the sweet soldier who kept her sane while at Vixnix.

She hugged him tight, “one more minute.”

He wrapped his arms around her, “okay.”

Juliette cuddled into him, listening to his heartbeat.

Please don’t leave me too.

****

Hardwire walked with Fox to outside the compound.

Commander Thorn could keep the others entertained, he was good with people.

Not to offend Fox, his attitude with people was under the merit of if he had to deal with them.

“How tall is she?” Fox asked.

“That’s an odd question,” Hardwire chuckled.

“I’m just curious if she matches the picture I have in my head,” Fox held out his hand, “I imagine she’s this tall.”

“Too high,” Hardwire chuckled, “she’s just about at my shoulder.”

“So, about Sentator Amidala’s height then,” Fox hummed, “she’s small.”

“But strong,” Hardwire recalled, “knocked me down with a hug once.”

Fox chuckled, “fun.”

Hardwire looked past him, “and there she is.”

Fox turned and he tilted his helmet thoughtfully, “oh, she’s a real mandalorian. No wonder she’s your General.”

“What do you mean?” Hardwire asked.

“Kaminoans cloned a mandalorian for a reason,” Fox said quietly as she approached.

“Hello,” Juliette nodded to the Commanders.

“General Trix,” Fox saluted.

“Commander,” she saluted back. “I’m sorry, I know there’s about three of you. Are you Fox or Stone?”

“Fox. How’d you know I wouldn’t be Thorn?” Fox asked.

“I’ve been warned about Thorn being a little bit loud with his actions,” Juliette teased. “So you’re the boss then.”

Fox crossed his arms chuckling, “I’m the boss.”

Hardwire shook his head, ��don’t stroke his ego. It’ll make him less tolerable.”

Juliette giggled, “not our problem.”

Hardwire took a glance at Fang and Cosmos.

While Cosmos seemed fine, Fang looked strained.

Did something happen between the photo and now?

Fox led her off, fishing her for information with casual conversation.

Great, Fox is in investigation mode. At least he is direct and not tiptoeing around the idea.

Hardwire stopped Cosmos, cutting into his private helmet comm, “are they okay?”

Cosmos sucked in a breath, “she’s being professional, I think. When did you get my private comm code? Am in your private circle?”

“You’re Juliette’s friend,” Hardwire stated, “I think she’d be devastated if we loss you, again.”

“Again is right,” Cosmos chuckled. “So I’m part of Commander Hardwire’s friend squad?”

“You’re part of my friend squad,” Hardwire smiled under his helmet, “don’t let it go to your head.”

“Sorry, sir,” Cosmos joked, “too late for that.”

I should really get the General’s private comm frequency. I wonder who’d be in her close circle if she made one.

****

It was no wonder to Juliette why her men ended up hanging out with the Coruscant Guard.

Commander Fox—while a bit stiff—was nice.

Although she could tell he was disguising his questions as casual conversation.

Fang and Cosmos disappeared into the barracks with the other men. The room seemed to get louder when they entered before the door shut. It was quiet again in the corridors the Commanders walked her around.

“So you’re Mandalorian, but born on Jakku, and grew up on Vixnix,” Fox listed off. “Neither sound like cozy planets.”

“Well, Vixnix has towns and cities,” Juliette shrugged. “I got to go to a lot of them on business.”

“What kind of business?” Fox asked.

Oh, I know how to have fun with this question.

“A little bit of this and little bit of that,” Juliette teased. “But not what you’re thinking.”

“Well, aren’t you a tease.” Fox hummed, “Hardwire can probably find you somewhere in the databases.”

“I dare him to,” Juliette turned to her Commander.

He shook his head, chuckling in his helmet.

Before Fox could say another word, his comm went off and he sighed.

“Excuse me,” Fox groaned, “my work is never done.”

Fox walked off, leaving Juliette and Hardwire alone in the halls’ intersection.

“He seems tired,” Juliette frowned.

“That’s Fox for you,” Hardwire took off his helmet. “How was home?”

“Torture,” Juliette took off her own, “your scar is healing. Does it hurt?”

“A little.” Hardwire waved it off, “what do you mean, torture?”

“It’s just hard going back,” Juliette explained, “home is not there anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” Hardwire brushed her arm, “I’m sure some good came your trip.”

“I suppose,” Juliette shrugged. “I got my gear, weapons, and anything else I might possibly need.”

“So, there’s nothing left there?” Hardwire asked.

“Just a few old friends,” Juliette shrugged.

“Speaking of friends,” Hardwire spoke lowly, “why’d Fang look so down? Did he not have a good time?”

Juliette felt a twinge of guilt.

I have been a bit cold to him since we got off the ship, Juliette thought. But am I allowed to even be interested in him? Is it against the rules?

“Juliette,” Hardwire leaned down. “You’re not dumb, so I know you figured out how the kid feels about you.”

“I know,” Juliette said quietly, “I had Cosmos confirm it.”

“Do you not feel the same way?” Hardwire asked.

“I do like him,” Juliette looked around, “it’s just… it feels wrong. I outrank him, and aren’t there rules? Let’s say I did think Fang is a total sweetheart and I might have a small crush on him, I’ll probably get myself and him in so much trouble if I acted on it.”

Hardwire smiled, “so you like him back.”

“I didn’t say that,” she quickly rejected.

“Yes you did,” he teased.

“Shut up,” she swatted his arm.

“If you like him, why don’t you pursue?” Hardwire asked. “We’ve been rooting for him, and you two are smart enough not to be public.”

They’ve been rooting for him? How long has he liked me? It’s been only about a week we’ve known each other! Is that considered creepy? I wish I had more experience in this field.

“Hardwire, I’m not sure,” Juliette admitted. “I don’t know what to do.”

“How do you not know?” Hardwire chuckled.

“Stop laughing,” Juliette swatted his arm again.

“Are you saying you never-“

She covered his mouth, “please, my dear Commander, don’t tease your General.”

Hardwire made an amused hum.

Fox cleared his throat, “am I interrupting?”

Kriff! How long has he been standing there?

“No.” Juliette moved her hands off Hardwire’s mouth.

“We have a relaxed partnership,” Hardwire told Fox.

“Ah,” Fox nodded, “lucky.”

“So, should I round up my boys and get out of your hair now?” Hardwire asked.

Fox lowered his head, “sadly, yes. Thank you for checking in on us. Not many of the other regiments do that.”

That’s so sad. Note to self, always check in on the Coruscant Guard. Especially Fox.

Hardwire tapped Juliette’s hand, “come on. I know these halls better than you.”

Juliette took his hand.

It feels different when I hold Fang’s hand.

“Until next time,” Fox saluted her. “Please don’t get into trouble.”

“Same with you,” Juliette smiled. “I already got these boys to worry about.”

“What trouble can we really get into?” Fox teased, “we barely go anywhere.”

“A shame,” Juliette sighed, “the Galaxy is beautiful.”

“Maybe when this war ends, I’ll go look at it,” Fox sighed as he walked off.

****

Back on their vessel, Cosmos helped Juliette carry a kit to her room.

“Wonder what’s in there,” Cooper muttered.

“Her actual armor,” Fang said quietly.

Hardwire turned to him.

Poor kid. He looks so distraught.

He dragged his feet and kept his gaze down. Not even able to look at her anymore.

“Fang, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Hardwire told him.

“Yeah, stop pouting,” Mirage turned to Boomerang, “want to go to the medbay?”

Boomerang bit into his ration bar, nodding.

“See you later,” Mirage called as they walked off.

Coyote patted Fang’s back, “do you want to talk?”

“It’s just…” Fang threw his hands in the air, “I thought she was beginning to like me back and now she’s ignoring me!”

“She’s not ignoring you,” Cooper rolled his eyes, “she’s doing her job.”

“No,” Fang argued, “I understand that, but when it was just the three of us walking off that ship, she wouldn’t even look at me.”

“Really?” Coyote growled, “what the heck? That’s so rude.”

“I’m sure she had a reason,” Hardwire defended her.

Maybe I should visit her tonight. Have another heart-to-heart chat.

“Yes, her reason is probably that she doesn’t want to date someone destined to die,” Cooper coldly spat out.

Tracks flicked the back of his head.

“Ow!” Cooper yelped.

“You vere being rude,” Keks scolded him.

“Do you really think that’s the reason?” Fang asked, “I know it’s true, but do you think that really factors that much?”

“No,” Coyote wrapped an arm around him.

“Cooper’s just grumpy,” Keks assured.

Hardwire whispered to Cooper, “would you lay off them. Tell me what you want to know about her and I’ll get you that information.”

Cooper gave him a tired look, “how come I’m the only one who cares about who she is or might’ve been?”

Because I don’t care. I like her as she is, I don’t need to know all her dirty laundry.

Hardwire knew he couldn’t say that, so he said, “because she’s a good General.”

That shut him up, but he knew Cooper would start again eventually.

****

Juliette stared up at her ceiling, “do you think I’d get in trouble if I painted it?”

Cosmos shrugged, “I don’t think so. We have some graffiti on our walls. It’s pretty much our home until we die or the war ends.”

“Cosmos,” Juliette turned to him, “it’s kind of disturbing how at ease you are to the idea of dying.”

“Is it?” Cosmos rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m sorry. We’re just use to the idea.”

“That’s sad,” Juliette sunk into her bed.

“Permission to speak freely?” Cosmos sat down beside her.

“Cosmos, you never have to ask that,” Juliette squeezed his hand, “you’re my best friend. On and off the battlefield.”

He smiled down at her hand in his, “alright then. Juliette, my brothers and I have accelerated lives. We age at two times the rate you do. We also were made soulfully for fighting in this war, and dying in it too. We don’t know how we’ll go, but we expect it to be on the battlefield. When I crashed, I thought I was going to die and no one would come back for me.”

Juliette felt her heart ache.

If I wasn’t there, would Cosmos had been left behind? Would he be starving in his ship with a busted leg?

She placed her head on his shoulder, “you and your brothers mean everything to me.”

“I know,” Cosmos said, “which is why you should know that while we try to follow the rules, sometimes we tend to rush into things because tomorrow isn’t a promise.”

“What are you saying?” Juliette asked.

“I’m saying Fang wants you,” Cosmos lifted her chin, “and he’s trying his best to not rush for your sake, but you got to stop playing games with him, Starlight.”

Juliette felt her cheeks burn, “you saw us, didn’t you?”

“Snuggling together?” Cosmos chuckled, “I saw you two sleeping, and let me tell you something.”

“What?” Juliette hid her face.

Cosmos turned her back to him, “you looked happy. You got to tell him if you want him or not, because right now the man is confused.”

“I’m confused too!” Juliette exclaimed.

“Alright,” Cosmos released her, “here’s a case scenario for you. If the war ended right now, and Fang showed up at your door asking you out on a proper date, would you go?”

Juliette felt her heart skip a beat.

Fang holding her hand again, getting that soft smile and look in his eye that seemed reserved for her, talking about nothing and everything all at once.

Cosmos grinned, “you’d say yes.”

Juliette looked down at her feet, “maybe.”

“Then try living like us,” Cosmos nudged her, “tomorrow isn’t a promise to you either.”

She hugged him tight, “thank you, Cos.”

“Anything for you,” he hugged her back. “And you will always have me by your side.”

****

Hardwire entered the barracks, looking for Cooper.

“Where’s Coop?” Hardwire asked Tracks.

Tracks looked up from his datapad, and pointed to the refreshers.

“He’s showering,” Goose said, showing Tracks the sign.

Tracks copied him, mouthing the word.

“Fast learner,” Goose high-fived him.

“You’re doing great, Tracks,” Hardwire moved past them, “keep up the good work.”

He went to the door of the showers, “Cooper! Meet me in room when you’re done in there!”

“Yes, sir!” Cooper called, over the running water of several stalls.

Hardwire walked back out, keeping his datapad close to his chest.

Fox did some digging, and he found her.

He found their Juliette.

Hardwire went right back into his quarters, sitting at his desk with the door open for Cooper.

He reread Fox’s note again, unable to suppress a smile.

“You are so lucky.”

He reopened the file, that’s my girl.

****

Juliette sketched out some flowers, debating between camellias or peonies.

She tapped her lips with her pen, then tried a carnation.

She began with a circle, adding the petals humming as it slowly turned into a flower.

She held the sketchbook up, imagining which one would look pretty upon a dark blue base with white stars scattered around.

If Cosmos hadn’t left her, she’d ask his opinion.

She picked up her comm, about to call Hardwire to ask him to give his, along with some personal advice.

As she scrolled to his name, there was a knock on her door.

Juliette set her comm down.

She’d hopped off her bed, adjusting her oversized cardigan over her bodysuit.

Not even bothering to ask who it was, she pressed the button opening the door.

Her heart did a somersault in her chest.

“Hi, Fang,” she hugged herself.

“Hi,” he kept his gaze adverted.

“Hi,” she rocked on her heels.

“Hi.” A smile crept on his lips, “I brought you something.”

Juliette stepped towards him, noting his hands behind his back.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier too,” Fang met her gaze, “I was out of line. I shouldn’t have been so informal, even when on leave you are my General. I’m really sorry, Juliette.”

Juliette rubbed his arm, “I’m sorry for being so cold towards you.”

“Don’t apologize,” Fang moved his hands around, “you’re the General.”

He held his hands out to her tightly laced together.

“Fang, you didn’t have to give me an apology gift,” Juliette lightly pushed his hands away.

“This isn’t an apology gift,” Fang said quietly, “it’s a thank you gift.”

“A thank you gift?” Juliette held his clasped hands, “for what?”

“For bringing me along,” Fang stepped closer, “giving me the rock collection.”

Juliette felt her cheeks heat up, “you didn’t have to.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” he opened his hands, “it’s a lepidolite.”

He lifted up the silver chain with a smooth, purple stone wrapped securely in wire coils.

Fang extended his hands out to her, “I’m backing off now.”

She took the necklace, rolling the gem in her hand.

“I’m sorry I misread this,” Fang stepped back, “good night, General.”

It’s now or never.

She squeezed the necklace in her hand, “Fang, I like you.”

He stopped, eyes wide.

Was that too strong? Is it too late to pull it back?

Fang walked closer, “no complications?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I got scared, and it was a bad strategy, and I’m sorry, and-“

“It’s okay,” Fang stepped into her quarters. “I don’t know what I’m doing either.”

Juliette shyly looked up at him, “sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he closed the door.

“You can do so much better than me,” Juliette squeezed her hands together.

Fang held her arms, “you’re shaking.”

“I’m nervous,” she was certain every inch of her skin was blushing red.

“Juliette,” Fang cupped her face. “You’re perfect.”

Juliette choked on her words that couldn’t come out.

“Still freaking out?” Fang smiled.

She mustered out a laugh, nodding.

“Me too,” he rubbed her arms, “but we got this.”

She stared into his dark eyes, believing him.

“We got this,” she managed to say.

#caribou stories #caribou originals #caribou ocs #star wars #star wars the clone wars #952nd #juliette trix #commander hardwire #fang #coyote #arc trooper mirage #boomerang #cosmos #corporal keks #sergeant cooper #tracks

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2 - It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas - Gabe/Kitty

It's Beginning... (AO3)

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” Kitty Bennet sang softly as she walked beside him. The overcrowded store they were trying to navigate was full of Christmas decorations and signs proclaiming various items to be the “perfect” gift.

“It’s November third,” Gabe Bromley muttered, though his tone didn’t have much rancor in it due to the company. He could admit to himself that he had a soft spot for the adorable romance novelist, but only to himself.

Gabe didn’t know how he came to be informally adopted by the ever-growing Bennet family, but he was grateful for it. It started nearly two years before, when he met Leland and Mary Arnold at a Christmas party Gabe’s architecture firm threw for its best clients. The earl and countess weren’t the most social people but then neither was Gabe, so naturally they hit it off immediately. They invited him along to Mary’s family’s annual summer picnic six months later and that’s where he met her younger sister Kitty. The entire Bennet family accepted him immediately but it was Kitty who seemed to make it her mission in life to get past his walls.

And she succeeded. They were friends, good friends even, despite having little in common, and while a big part of him wanted more, he wasn’t sure if he was cut out for a long-term relationship – none of his previous girlfriends had stayed with him more than a year.

And if I’m going to be with Kitty, it’s going to be forever. She deserves nothing less.

“Christmas Creep is only a problem if you’re a Scrooge,” Kitty said before going over to a display of ornaments.

His cane tapped on the floor as he followed her to the display, unable to keep a smile off his face. “Has anyone ever told you you’re part magpie?”

Kitty chuckled as she picked out the sparkliest ornaments. “You’re definitely not the first. Lydia says I’m named after the wrong animal.” She added her haul to the basket hanging from the crook of her elbow then she smirked at him. “But, I am a discerning magpie – I only collect the best, whether it’s ornaments or friends.”

Ask her out, dumbass. “What … what about boyfriends?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t quite so discerning before I went to uni, then I realized that what I wanted was quality, not quantity. Why do you ask?”

Do it. “How do you feel about converting a friend to a boyfriend?” He was nervous, he knew she could see it, so he gave her his most charming smile to hide it. “I’m not perfect but I’m willing to learn.”

Her pinkened cheeks gave him hope, as did the smile she had as she looked down at a nearby display of wreaths. “My family adores you, and you’ve survived multiple dinners with them, so you’re certainly strong enough to endure dating a Bennet girl.”

“But I don’t want just any Bennet girl, I want the best.”

She smirked at him. “Jane’s married.”

Gabe chuckled. “I mean the fourth Bennet girl, one Catherine “Kitty” Bennet. She’s the best for me, therefore she’s the best overall.”

Kitty’s dimples when she grinned at him made him want to kiss her right then and there but he decided it would be better to wait. “Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so.” He held out his free hand. “I’ll even let you decorate my flat for Christmas, so long as it’s not before December first.”

She took his hand and nothing had ever felt so right. “Does that include mistletoe?” she asked impishly.

Gabe smirked. “I think exceptions can be made.”

#fandom christmas in july #pride and prejudice 2005 #modern au #kitty bennet #omc #kitty bennet x omc

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Screaming. Me but with Nancy instead and I’m desperately trying to bargain with the duffers so we can both get what we want.

Steve being an over enthusiastic ally with her crush on Vickie to hide the fact that he absolutely can not stand the idea of sharing her with anyone please Also do you think eventually girls would start warning each other like “He’s cute and he’s great in bed but something weird as fuck is going on between him and his best friend and it’s just not worth it.” meanwhile Robin is like “Damn neither of us are getting bitches :(”

the thing with Nancy is that well. I don't trust her to not break any hearts. honestly my head canon is that if robin did tell Steve that she had a thing for Nancy that it would be the one time that Steve wouldn't be all over enthusiastic ally over robin's potential romantic endeavours. and that's bc he knows what it's like to get his heart demolished by Nancy wheeler and he wouldn't wish that on robin. I think Steve trusts Nancy with his life, loves her absolutely, but I think if they ever got back together he'd be holding his breath and just like waiting for the other shoe to drop. because honestly I do think Nancy would cheat on Steve if they got back together (track record isn't good and I don't think she wants the life Steve is envisioning for himself, the whole uh 6 kids thing) and tbh I found it bizarre that robin was like campaigning for Steve and Nancy to get back together in s4 bc it's the bff rule that you don't let the besties get back together with the ex that broke their heart. like part of the reason I think robin would kinda hate Steve's girlfriends/dates is bc she doesn't want his heart to get broken like Nancy broke it...besides the weird platonic jealousy thing she's got going on too lmao. idk maybe Steve was being a bit of an unreliable narrator when he told robin the story of stoncy circa 1983-1984 bc the bare facts do not paint either Nancy or Jonathan in a good light. or he just doesn't know all the facts but um we the audience do. maybe all Steve knows is that Nancy didn't ever actually love him during the year they were dating and that after their fight/break up Nancy and Jonathan teamed up (this is my version of friend's were they on a break or not bc um. it doesn't matter if they were technically broken up, it's still a huge betrayal imo and I see the s2 stancy fight as a fight and not a break up soooo cheater mccheaterson) but does Steve know that Nancy and Jonathan had sex? does he know that Nancy was pining after Jonathan for the whole year and that he was literally second choice bc Jonathan didn't ask her out after a month of waiting? yeah I don't think so, because I think he would have a lot more feelings about it. and then like. idk I don't really ship ronance (I love that everyone's having fun with it tho <3) mostly bc I don't think Nancy likes girls but lets say she did the reason why I struggle to ship Nancy with robin is kinda the same reason I struggle to ship Nancy with Jonathan in the sense that Nancy says and does some pretty mean things to both of them (nancy's frustration with robin at the library, only warming up to her when she proves useful, which is mostly due to robin being autistic coded vs Nancy calling Jonathan's very real financial situation an "Oliver Twist routine"; neither of these things are things that robin and Jonathan can control and Nancy doesn't ever apologise for saying these things or acting that way. which she doesn't have to I guess but I think it contributes to the girl boss syndrome Nancy has which is that she's never wrong. which is why I Liked ronance teaming up this season bc it gave Nancy the opportunity to be wrong <3) anyway basically I have complicated feelings about Nancy and I think she's bad at relationships and she would definitely fuck up a polyamorous relationship but maybe that disaster would be fun to explore? idk. single Nancy rights

also yes there is definitely a gossip chain about Steve harrington and his weird relationship with his best friend but there's always somebody willing to take that risk in the name of good dick