#finally finishing this series - it's been nice looking back at this movie!

[wileys-russo]

baby’s first christmas II m.earps x reader

part of the a date to remember universe series

baby’s first christmas II m.earps x reader

"this is nice, isn't it?" you chuckled at your wifes words, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie, well you were.

"is it? because you haven't stopped bouncing your knee, checking your phone and looking out the front window since delilah was picked up." you smiled knowingly, mary burying her face in her hands.

"i'm trying!" mary whined with a pout, sinking down further into the lounge. "she's with your mum mary she's going to be absolutely fine. you need to get over this anxious attachment love its going to rub off on her." you moved to straddle the keepers lap with an empathetic smile.

"i know i know. i just worry baby, she's so little." mary sighed, hands resting on your thighs. "she is and i know you are fiercely protective my love but you need to trust she's okay when shes with someone other than you or i." you ran your hands through her hair which was down for once, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“you know one day she’s going to need to go to school, get a job, move out-“ your words were cut off as your wife practically tackled you down onto the sofa, covering her ears and yelling loudly to drown you out. “mary! you’re such a child.” you squirmed beneath her with a shake of your head. “she’s never ever allowed to grow up that is a disgusting illegal incorrect thought shes going to be our sweet little angel forever and ever!” the keeper warned sternly, pointing down at you with a menacing look.

“when?” your wife looked confused at the question. “what what?” she countered with a frown. “when did you learn to control time? you know normally that’s father times job, you might need to grow a beard or something to fit in. don’t know if I’d be into that babe.” you reached up to stroke her chin as she rolled her eyes and pushed your hands away.

“whose being a child now?”

"okay but in all seriousness it's her first christmas my love, this is supposed to be exciting!" you shook her lightly as she finally perked up. "okay okay mary slow down!" you laughed as your wife rattled off a million and one things she wanted to do with your daughter during the holiday season.

"oo when she gets back lets take her for a walk to look at some lights, and have hot chocolate, and watch a movie!" the keeper lit up as you nodded your agreement, tugging the taller girl down into a kiss.

"i'd also like to finish this movie if you'd sit still and stop stressing for another...hour and ten minutes." you chuckled checking your phone, marys mum due to drop delilah back off at five.

“you’ll go grey at your age if you’re not careful about your stress levels baby.” you teased, squealing as her fingers dug into your sides. “watch it, cheeky.”

to marys credit she sat mostly still, though as soon as the clock ticked five she was back into the routine of checking her phone and glancing out the window every thirty seconds, the bouncing of her knee shaking your own body which was curled up into hers.

"mary! for god sakes she's probably stuck in traffic or enjoying her time with her granddaughter." you snatched the girls phone off of her and slid it into your hoodie pocket, smacking her knee to stop it bouncing.

"you're being ridiculous, if anything was wrong we would be the first people your mum would call. now if you want to keep busy and get your mind off of it, go and get the rest of the decorations you've been promising me you'll grab in 'just a minute babe'!" you mocked, raising an eyebrow as the girl went to argue your point.

"yes love, whatever you say love." mary sighed in defeat, kissing your cheek and getting to her feet. "remember; happy wife happy life earps." you smirked as she flipped you off over her shoulder with a sarcastic smile, disappearing upstairs.

she returned a few minutes later with boxes piled high in her arms, depositing them onto the carpet near the tree as you dropped to your knees and started sorting through them.

"that was exhausting." mary complained as she collapsed onto the lounge. "baby you went up the stairs, into the spare room, into the closet, grabbed the boxes, came downstairs. you didn't even train today!" you laughed at your wife, though her chance to respond disappeared as the doorbell sounded and she was on her feet in seconds flat.

"hi julie!" you greeted the woman warmly as mary flung the door open, snatching delilah up and out of her pram cooing at her, completely ignoring her mum as you elbowed her harshly. "yeah hi mum." mary mumbled dismissively, attention completely locked on the squirming baby in her arms.

"would you like to come in for a cup of tea? it's freezing!" you offered, the woman thanking you for the offer but declining, giving you a tight hug and rolling her eyes at mary who waved but otherwise continued to ignore her.

"mary! that was so rude.” you scolded your wife, smacking her shoulder making delilah giggle once you'd put away her things. "oh did you like that bubba?" you cooed, punching your wife again and grinning at the adorable giggles that followed.

"oi! stop teaching her to be violent." mary warned, kicking you away with her foot as she hoisted delilah onto her hip and returned to the living room. "she can learn that from you sweary earps." you teased, earning yourself a filthy look.

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"look at those! aren't they pretty lilah." you bounced delilah up and down as mary tickled her chin, both of you melting at the giggles which followed. "god she laughs at everything now!" you sighed happily, mary pushing the pram around as you wandered the streets looking at lights.

"i'm surprised she can even see given all those bloody layers you've got her trapped in, like a little burrito!" mary smirked as you pushed her with your free hand, delilah again giggling in delight. "its the middle of winter mary of course she's bundled up. don’t pretend as if you would have dressed her any differently and you've got about five layers on yourself!" you pointed out, your wife holding her hands up in the air unable to argue as she sipped on her hot chocolate.

at her request you swapped, you now pushing the empty pram as mary wandered beside you chattering away to delilah, pointing out house after house and trying to get her to speak. "say santa, santa!" you laughed at her efforts, the poor girl barely able to speak much more than a few words among her baby gibberish.

"babe i think my toes might drop off and her cheeks are quite pink, lets head back yeah?"

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"oh that is so cute." mary squealed as you balanced a santa hat on delilahs head, the baby crawling about on the ground in front of the tree as you and your wife snapped a hundred and one pictures.

the three of you had spent the rest of the evening after dinner dancing around the house to christmas music as you finished putting up the rest of the directions, mary offering up for the two of you to host your families for christmas dinner this year which was sure to be an interesting experience.

"oh! baby i forgot have a surprise." you raised an eyebrow as your wife jumped happily to her feet with so much eagerness that she tripped on the edge of the carpet, racing off as you rolled your eyes. "mama is so silly sometimes! yes she is, yes she is." you cooed to your daughter who was sat up on the carpet in front of you with an adorably lopsided smile.

you snapped another photo of the santa hat perched on her head with her little candy cane pyjamas and sent it to both ella and alessia, getting an influx of texts back demanding more pictures as you rolled your eyes and tossed your phone up on the sofa.

between marys national and club team mates and your own friends and families there was already a small village of presents for delilah stacked under the tree, then add in yours and marys inability not to spoil her rotten and you'd needed to move half of them into the other room to save space.

"close your eyes please beautiful!" you heard your wife call out from another room as you did so, hearing her footsteps return to the room and the floorboards squeak a little as she sat back down on the carpet.

"hands out." she ordered, snatching up your daughter and sitting her in her lap as you hesitantly opened your palms. "baby its nothing bad! do you not trust me?" mary huffed at your obvious hesitance making a smile curl onto your lips.

"okay, open." you felt something round and smooth dropped into your hand as you opened your eyes again. "oh my god mary." you breathed out, the small golden bauble reading 'babys first christmas' in beautiful calligraphy.

"its perfect. i love it!" you sent her a soft smile, leaning over to reward her with a tender kiss, a pair of tiny hands wrenching their way between your mouths as you broke apart with a laugh, both of you attacking delilahs little face with kisses instead.

"i thought we could get her a new one every year and then when she's older she'll have all these little baubles and ornaments to pass down to her own kids." mary admitted as you could have melted into a puddle then and there.

“i love that idea. once she’s a bit older she can even make some of her own!” you tickled under the girls chin making her giggle adorably as both you and your wife swooned at the sound.

"not that you're allowed a boyfriend or a girlfriend or anything until you're at least thirty missy!" the goalkeeper warned the small girl seriously making you laugh. "lets get her to hang it before she goes down." you suggested, the two of you standing with mary holding delilah.

grabbing her tiny hand you held the bauble between your finger tips, guiding her hand to hang it on the tree. "perfect! just like you." mary blew a gentle raspberry on delilahs cheek who let out a tired giggle and a yawn.

"you're it! i put her down for her nap at lunch time." you patted your wife on the back and kissed delilah goodnight, collapsing back into the sofa as mary disappeared to put your daughter to bed.

you busied yourself making the two of you another hot chocolate before flicking through christmas movies as you awaited your wife to return. she did so a half hour later, having changed her hoodie as you grinned knowing exactly what that meant.

"load of washing tomorrow then?" you teased, the older girl mocking you under her breath and flopping down on top of you, her body laid out between your legs as her head rested on your chest.

"oh you know me so well." mary sighed happily as you selected the holiday which was forever her favourite christmas movie. “no quoting it word for word or you can sleep on the sofa.” you teased, carding your hands through her hair with a smile, mary grabbing a blanket off the back of the sofa and draping it over the two of you.

"our first christmas as mothers." the keeper beamed, moving so her chin was resting on your sternum and she smiled softly up at you. "the first of many baby, i love you mrs earps." you smiled softly.

"i love you more mrs earps."

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[wooataes]

90 Days - Hybrid!BTS x Fem!Reader (Part Four)

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader (Jin focused chapter)

Word Count: 2.1k

Characters: Wolf!Namjoon, Fox!Seokjin, Black Cat!Yoongi, Golden Retriever!Hoseok, Calico Cat!Jimin, Labrador!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook

Warnings: nothing, just pure fluff

Summary: All you want is for your new cat hybrid friend, his unwilling older wolf hybrid brother and his other 5 brothers to keep safe and warm during the winter.

A/N: After three years, I’m finally back with an update! I want to think all of you for your patience with getting this out, I’m excited to finally continue this story with you all!

- Taelor 🥰💜✨

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Day Seven

It has been almost a week since you decided to take in your hybrid friend Jimin and his 6 other hybrid pack mates into your care to keep them safe from the harsh winter settling in. The first snow has really set in within the last 2 days, which has resulted in the boys staying close by your side in the living room, snuggled by the fireplace and watching movies.

The boys have taken a liking to you, but none more than Jimin, Yoongi and surprisingly, Namjoon. Since Yoongi has been the one helping tend to you and essentially feeding you while your shoulder heals up, he has grown fond of your constant appreciation and gentle urging of your insistence that he didn’t need to help. Deep down, he knew he’d get a scolding from Jin if you were made to put any pressure or use of your injured arm. And Yoongi didn’t mind, anyway. You were like him in a way; quiet and introverted, but more animated with the people you were comfortable around. After lunch, at your urging, he is spending his afternoon snuggled up on the loveseat with Seokjin, watching a new series they both got hooked on.

Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook had taken it upon themselves to spend the day outside in the backyard and play in the fresh snow that had fallen overnight, after Seokjin’s permission of course, and with the promise to bundle up to keep warm. You were settled on the outdoor couch next to Jimin, who cuddled up against your side. Namjoon hummed to himself as he tended to the fire pit, the warmth keeping you all sated while the others played.

“Are you sure you’re not too cold? I can put more on the fire.” Namjoon frowned, looking at you as you laugh at the two pups engaging in a rough snowball fight.

“Joon, it’s fine, really.” You smiled before patting a cushion nearby. “Relax, why don’t you finish reading that novel I gave you out here? The others are having fun, you don’t need to keep an eye on them.”

“Then why are you out here, hm?” Jimin questioned, narrowing his eyes playfully at you.

“I’m out here because I enjoy watching your friends have fun, silly.” You grin, booping Jimin on the nose, giggling as he lets out a small squeak.

“Hey!” Taehyung shoots up from the makeshift wall he had created out of snow. “You’re our friend too, Y/N!” He pouts. Just as you’re about to respond, you burst out laughing as the Labrador gets hit in the face with a snowball by Hoseok.

“Gotcha!!” The golden retriever screams happily, running up to tackle Taehyung into the soft blanket of snow as they wrestle.

“Hyung,” Jungkook calls out, running to Namjoon as he points to the snowman behind him. “Look what I made!”

“That’s very nice, Kook.” The wolf smiles.

You watch as Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink, his ears flopping down to hide his blushing face. He is still very shy around you, but Jimin has promised that he knew you meant well and you would do anything to make them more comfortable. You’re surprised as the bunny takes a step towards you, eyes focused on the floor.

“Um.. Y/N?” He asks quietly, peeking through his ears at your questioning gaze. “You know.. you know how you said if we needed anything, we could ask you?”

“Of course, Jungkook.” You sat up, smiling sweetly at him. “What did you need to get?”

“Well, it isn’t for me.” He mumbled now, fiddling again with the pink scrunchie around his wrist. “It was actually for Jin-hyung.”

“Jin?” You tilt your head as the bunny nods quickly. “Of course. What is it?”

“Well…” he frowns, kicking at the ground. “He used to tell us that his birthday is usually around the start of winter, and I wanted to ask if I could buy a birthday gift for him.”

“It’s his birthday?” You gasp, smiling widely. “You absolutely can. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Umm.. it isn’t much but, he always tells us he loves soft things, like fluffy toys and stuff. Said it reminded him of his den at his old owner's place. I was thinking maybe something like that…”

“Don’t you worry, Bun.” You grin, rising from the couch. “I will get it all sorted okay?”

“You will?” Jungkook’s ears stood up once more, eyes wide. “But, it isn’t too much to ask right? You can say no, don’t feel like you have to-”

“Don’t be silly, Bun.” You smile, gently patting his arm. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t want to, okay?” He slowly nods his head as you reach up to ruffle his hair.

For your entire exchange, Jimin and Namjoon both sat side-by-side, watching the both of you talk.

“What do you think she’s going to do?” Namjoon murmurs to the feline, who simply smirks. He’s seen what you have done for regular customers on their birthdays through your shop window whenever he would lurk around for scraps. He can only imagine what’s going on through your head.

“Excuse me?!” Seokjin gasps, placing his hand on his chest. “I am dismissed for the evening? Don’t you know that YOU are the one who is supposed to be the patient?! What on earth am I meant to do? You’ve told me to do nothing all afternoon and now I’m expected to do it for the evening?!” He stomps his foot as Yoongi clears the plates from the dining room table and places them in the dishwasher, chuckling at his hyung’s dramatics.

“Ah ah ah, I won’t have it, mister!” You sass back, hand on your hip. “You’ve been working to the bone and fussing over me, and therefore I am making you and the rest of the boys settle in for the night in your rooms, I have some private phone calls I need to make!” You poke the fox’s shoulder with a playful smile.

“What happened to no rules?” Yoongi drawled, leaning his body against the counter, making Jin nod aggressively in agreement.

“Yeah!!” He waved his hand in Yoongi’s direction. “Are you going back on your word of no rules, huh?!”

“I’m allowed to have rules if it’s for my guest’s wellbeing.” You huff, jutting out your lower lip into a pout. “It’s only for tonight, and then you can help out around the house to your heart's content, okay?”

After a beat of silence, Seokjin concedes with a heavy sigh. “Fine. You win, but only for tonight. Okay?”

“Perfect.” You grin, patting him on the shoulder before pushing him and the other 6 hybrids to the staircase. “That means you too, Jimin.”

Jimin lets out a loud whine, his ears pressing to his head as he sulks against the handrail of the staircase. “Why me, Y/Nie? Why can’t I sleep down here with you?”

“Because, you’ve been living here for over a week and haven’t even tested out the bed I brought for you in your room.” You laugh, scratching behind his ear. “And I need to do something. Do you trust me?” You ask quietly, smiling gently as Jimin leans his head forward, nuzzling his nose against your cheek with a soft nod. “Good. It’s just for tonight, okay?”

“Mm’kay.” He grumbles, giving your cheek a final nuzzle before taking a waiting Jungkook’s hand, who smiled shyly towards you.

“Goodnight, guys.” You waved as the boys ascended the staircase to their rooms. Once they are out of your sight, you pull your phone out of your pocket and walk into the kitchen.

When Seokjin is woken up by two literal overgrown puppies jumping on his bed, he lets out a groan as he tries to pull the covers up over his head.

“JJWANNNNN!” Hoseok is barking, shaking the older man’s shoulder excitedly. “You gotta get up and come downstairs!”

“Why?” The Fox whined as he sat up, leaning against the headboard of his bed.

“There’s something downstairs for you, Hyung.” Namjoon is leaning against the door frame, the other 3 hybrids perched up excitedly behind him.

“I shouldn’t have come downstairs so early, but something smelt really good and I was hungry.” Taehyung grinned, pulling Jin by the hand down the stairs. “Look!”

Jin pauses halfway down the staircase as he sees down into the living room and dining area. There are over a dozen balloons scattered on the floor in every colour, a banner lining the fireplace that spells out ‘Happy Birthday!’ in Silver sparkles and a large wrapped up present sitting in the middle of the floor. In the dining area, he gasps as he sees an assortment of cupcakes with blue icing covering the table, and a single white envelope at the head of the table with party hats at each seat.

“What is all this..?” Jin asks quietly, tail swishing anxiously by his side.

“I told Y/N I wanted to get you a present for your birthday, hyung..” Jungkook mumbled shyly, looking around as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “I didn’t think that she’d go through all this though.”

“Y/N did this?” He looks over to the couch where you’re currently sleeping. Your hair has fallen out of its bun, glasses still sitting on the end of your nose and your shirt and even hands covered with small splotches of food dye.

“Y/N?” Jimin gently shakes your good shoulder as you finally come to.

“Jimin? What time is it?” You yawned, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes.

“It’s early.” He smiled, taking your hand and helping you up, Seokjin stepping in front of you.

“Y/N?” He asks, tail now in his hands. “Did you.. did you do this all for me?”

“Happy birthday, Jin!” You beam as the other hybrids watch from the staircase. “Jungkook told me your birthday is around this time, I couldn’t let a celebration go to waste!”

Jin just stares at you, blinking owlishly as his eyes gloss over. His silence invites you to continue, and you happily direct him over to the large box.

“It isn’t much that I could get on such a short notice, but open it!” You bite down on your lip as the others begin to gather around on the couch to watch him kneel down in front of the present. With one last look at you as you offer an encouraging nod, he reaches out and carefully tears the rainbow wrapping paper and opens the box.

Jin gasps as he sees a basket inside full of soft hybrid friendly nesting blankets, fluffy cushions and 7 large plush toys, each of them looking eerily similar to his pack.

“A little bunny told me that you had a den made back at your old home, so I thought I could get you some things that could help you build a nest here, and you can take them with you if you want to go anywhere else- OOF.” You grunt as you feel the Fox hybrid’s large body cover yours, his arm wrapping around your waist as his face buries into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles against your skin, squeezing you closer to him. His tail brushes your leg and his long ears tickle your cheeks, but you just smile and let your arm hug around his shoulders. “Thank you, so so much.”

Seokjin can’t help but smile for the entire day, small giggles leaving his lips at every attempt you and the maknaes make at trying to stop him from working, insisting he is the birthday king for the day. He stays on the couch, wrapped in one of his brand new nesting blankets, eating more than his fair share of cupcakes donned in his polka dot party hat. It’s only when you gather the hybrids around the living room in their birthday gear, passing out more cupcakes and snacks for them to eat with your one good arm, singing happy birthday with Jimin in goofy voices that make the others laugh, is when Seokjin really thinks he could stay here with you forever. He wonders when the others will come around to the same conclusion.

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[missmonsters2]

Mirror, Mirror | Three

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PART TWO

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Certain thoughts and feelings are starting to arise in Wanda whenver she looks at you (god forbid she touches you). Despite these feelings, Wanda has no idea how to shift the dynamic. Resigned, Wanda knows she needs to ask for help and the advice she gets is probably going to land her in another bizzare plan.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

Note: another wacky plan that probably is gonna get Wanda in trouble LOL

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Wanda lays with her arm behind her head, staring at the ceiling while she waits for you to finish in the bathroom. 

This was an opportunity, wasn't it?

Alone at night, in one bed, in close proximity—this would be the perfect opportunity for Wanda to make a move, isn't it? The perfect opportunity to create some sexual tension so that you'd look at Wanda differently. 

So...so, should she—Wanda gulps—cuddle you?

You and Wanda have cuddled many times in the past. It was nice to have someone to snuggle up to when watching a movie; the habit slid right into place so easily. 

But those times had been innocent. Wanda hadn't been thinking anything about it other than how comforting it was. 

Now—Wanda's thinking about other things. Touching would be exciting—exhilarating, even. 

Yet, the more Wanda thinks about it, the more rigid she becomes. 

Should she...should she just try to wrap her arms around you like usual? Or should she try to get a little frisky and "accidentally" let her fingers trail underneath your shirt?

Wanda blushes so hard, rolling over completely, and pushes her face into her pillow. She screws her eyes shut. 

God, she wanted to scream. 

"Are you trying to suffocate yourself to go to sleep?"

The sudden voice makes Wanda turn over. You enter the room with a tiny smile on your lips as you toss your worn clothes onto a chair in the corner. Your PJs consist of a worn-in oversized t-shirt and shorts, though Wanda knows the shorts are mostly for her sake as you prefer to sleep without them. 

Oh, if you only knew Wanda had absolutely no qualms about you sleeping without them. In fact, to be generous, Wanda could insist you sleep without your shirt, too. 

Wanda takes a deep breath, trying to will the blood in her cheeks to leave. Her head is slightly dizzy from the thoughts.  

"You know how I am if I wake up in the middle of the night," Wanda sits up and replies wryly, clearing her throat as it's suddenly dry. 

You grab a water bottle from your desk, opening it to take a sip before you close it and toss it towards her. Wanda catches it, opening it immediately to take a gulp of water. She stares at you as you apply chapstick to your lips for the night before you shut off the lights and make your way toward the bed. 

In the dark, Wanda feels her heart start to race with anticipation. The bed dips, and Wanda takes a shaky breath as she closes the water bottle and sets it aside. She lays back, staring at the ceiling, hearing your soft sigh of contentment of finally being in bed. 

You're lying on your side facing Wanda, but when she turns her head to the side, your eyes are closed as you breathe steadily, trying to fall asleep.

Wanda swallows. She wants things to change so badly. Wanda wants you to look at her differently, to notice that as the blueprint to your type, you could just have the original—if that was what this is all about.

So, Wanda turns on her side, blood pumping in her ears, making it nearly impossible to hear anything as she shuffles closer to you. You've only been on one date with Raye, and it didn't even end with sex. It's not cheating, Wanda tells herself. It's really not. 

When Wanda's face to face with you, her limbs almost feel numb. She wants to do something, but she doesn't even know what. The more she thinks about being bold, the shyer she's getting. 

Wanda's starting to chicken out. 

Wanda's hand pauses right in the middle of the space between you two. 

This is so stupid, Wanda thinks. She's never going to be more to you than just a friend. You're never going to think about her the way she thinks about you. You—

Fingers slide between hers, grasping her hand flat against the bed. 

"Do you remember the first time we had a sleepover?" Your voice carries through the quiet of the night, somehow gentle but crisp as it makes its way to Wanda's ears. 

"You mean when I cried because I'd never slept anywhere other than at home and was scared of the dark?" Wanda replies wryly. 

Those days were long gone, and right now, she's grateful the dark can hide her red cheeks. 

You laugh. "Yeah, but then you still didn't want to leave and made me hold your hand the entire night."

Wanda groans, caught between wanting to pull her hand away in embarrassment but liking the feel of your hand too much.

"I remember holding your hand so seriously because I couldn't let my best friend be so sad, especially after she wanted to stay despite crying," you chuckle quieter this time. "I kind of miss those days; they were simpler."

"What do you mean?" Wanda feels you stroking the back of her hand with your index finger in a small line.

"Back then, you used to cry about the dark and scraped knees, and I could make it better by just holding your hand. Now, you cry about boys breaking your heart and homesickness, and you're still sad after I hold your hand," You sigh like it's your fault.

"I'm not sad," Wanda insists, a whine in her tone. 

"That's why you crawled into my bed at midnight?" Even though Wanda can't see, she can tell you have your brow raised. 

"Maybe I just want you to hold me," Wanda bravely says. Her heart is doing that thing again, and she thinks she might actually be entering into cardiac arrest. The cowardly part of her backs out and softens the statement. "Maybe at 14, hand-holding was enough to solve the dark and scraped knees, but as adults, we need something else."

It's quiet, and for a second, Wanda thinks she might've made a terrible decision and wants to burst out crying. Her words are caught in her throat, and her breathing feels shallow. Even though she doesn't really want to, she's about to tell you she's just joking, but you move closer.

It's slow as if you're trying to be careful not to make the wrong move, like accidentally kneeing her in the crotch. You move like you're trying to make sure everything slots together perfectly. 

The hand-holding is gone with her arms over your waist, and yours are over hers. Your hand settles loosely against her back, the warmth of your palm seeping through her shirt. Her face is pressed against your chest, and the embrace is warm. 

Wanda doesn't know what to feel; it's too much at once. She feels warm, nervous, horny, content, and mostly dizzy. 

"So, you admit you are sad," you joke quietly in the dark. "I knew it, you lying brat."

Despite the dizziness, Wanda gumbles, "I'm not sad, you stinky accuser."

"So, you don't feel better then?"

There's a moment of silence again. Wanda doesn't know how to quite articulate how she's feeling. She is better, she supposes. But she also feels crazier. 

"Yeah, this is better," Wanda manages to say. "14-year-old us wouldn't even be able to wrap our heads around this."

Your chest rises and falls in quick succession with laughter. "Oh my god, shut up and sleep."

Wanda mutters something, but it's completely unintelligible. Time passes too quickly, and Wanda slowly starts falling asleep again. 

It's not quite the sexual tension she hoped for, but this was just as good. 

"Just a heads up, I expect to be the little spoon at some point. Return the favor, brat."

Wanda smiles. No, this was perfect.

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Wanda takes a deep breath, letting her eyes flutter close momentarily. 

She knows she can't delay this anymore. Wanda's hit a wall in her progress, and she needs to admit that she doesn't know what she's doing anymore—not that she really knew what she was doing in the first place.

This was going to change everything—somehow make it more real. The thought of it makes Wanda somewhat glum, but she resigns herself before she takes another breath and rings the doorbell. 

Wanda hears footsteps approaching the door before it opens, and Natasha stands there with an iced coffee in her hand. 

"Oh, Wanda," she blinks in surprise, "I didn't expect to see you."

"Really?" Wanda asks dryly. "Even after you texted me that you were bored with nothing to do today 6 times in a row this morning?"

"Yes, and like the terrible friend you are, you were pointedly ignoring it," Natasha raises her brow at Wanda.

"I wasn't ignoring it," Wanda denies. "I'm here, aren't I?"

Natasha snorts but then opens her door wider, stepping to the side to let Wanda in. Once inside, they make their way to the kitchen, and Natasha begins fixing Wanda a cup of cold brew.

"Want anything in it?"

"Do you have oat milk?"

Natasha hums absently, but Wanda knows the redhead heard her. As her drink is being made, Wanda taps her fingers against the counter, feeling the nerves thrum against her veins. She's unsure how to bring it up but doesn't want to beat around the bush. There's a time crunch, and Wanda can't afford to waste any more time. 

"Natasha," Wanda says just as Natasha sets her cup down. "I'm in love with—"

"Bug?" Natasha cuts in. "Yeah, I know."

Wanda's jaw drops. "What?" She says before she slumps in her seat. "Is it because of our phone call a couple of weeks ago, or did you suspect all along?"

"No, I mean, kind of yes," Natasha scrunches her nose. "I don't know if I would say I suspected all along. You've always been close to Bug, but she was always quick to correct anyone back then that you were just friends, and to be fair, nothing happened. I think soulmates can exist as friends too." 

Wanda purses her lips but nods, and Natasha gives her a smile.

"But," Natasha interjects. "I did start to suspect after our phone call. I mean, you and Bug do everything together, so honestly, I wasn't that shocked if you both wanted to get married at the same time and live in houses next to each other. I think it was more the fact of how upset you got."

"Yeah," Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples.

"But mostly, I knew because Yelena told me."

"What!?" Wanda squawks. "She wasn't supposed to tell anyone!"

"I'm not anyone," Natasha sticks her tongue out. "I'm her sister. We gossip almost daily."

"Ugh, did she tell you—"

"How you took her on the worst date of her life and stalked Bug and Raye? Yeah," Natasha looks sympathetic. "I'm glad you went home instead of waiting outside while they did it."

"They didn't do it!" Wanda jumps up in her seat. "Apparently Raye got hung up on a phone call, so it didn't happen and she came home."

"Oh, really?" Natasha's brow scrunches together. "Raye—"

"What?" Wanda interjects. "Is Raye saying they slept together? What a dirty liar—"

"God, no—" Natasha rolls her eyes. "Calm the fuck down, jeez. Raye didn't say they did, but she didn't say they didn't either. Unfortunately, you won't be able to use that as an excuse to break them up."

Wanda groans, slumping back into her chair again. She reaches for her cold brew and sips at it dejectedly. 

"So, spill," Natasha prods. "After all these years, why did you suddenly get a change in feelings? Is that why you ended things with Vision on Yelena's birthday?"

"I don't know if it's sudden," Wanda mumbles but launches into a long monologue of everything that's happened since Stupid Steve dropped the information bomb on her and every single thought that accompanied each event.  

45 long minutes pass before Wanda finishes with how she's been more cuddly the last week but is having trouble moving past that. 

"Have you managed to create any sexual tension?"

"No," Wanda sighs frustratedly. "I don't know what to do! In our years of friendship, I've changed in front of her before and worn sexy outfits, and we already have physical affection between us. Nothing has ever happened and it was never weird. I don't know how to change things!"

"Why don't you just confess to her?" Natasha asks with a tilt of her head.

Wanda scoffs as if that's the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard. "Because she only sees me as a friend, so I can't confess until she sees me as a potential partner. It will clearly boost the odds of my confession being accepted, duh."

"Right," Natasha replies dryly. 

"So?" Wanda taps her nails on the counter impatiently. "Do you have any advice or should I ask Yelena?"

"As if," Natasha snorts. "Yelena's idea of flirting is bullying. It's a miracle that Kate hasn't tried to cancel her on social media. I highly doubt Yelena's method will work for you."

"So, what should I do?" Wanda laments. 

Natasha hums. "I guess it's true you've been friends so long that normal things other people would do wouldn't work for you. She has seen you in so many sexy clubbing outfits and hasn't done anything, and unless you start groping her private bits, I don't think physical touch will spark anything new."

"This is great advice," Wanda says sarcastically.

"But do you know how to make those things work?" Natasha asks, rolling her eyes at Wanda's tone. "You need to make her aware that you could potentially be hers."

"I've literally just said—"

"Right now, you're just her best friend that's probably going to end up dating another guy. And as long as she thinks that, those things will never work because in her brain, she can only see you as a friend," Natasha cuts Wanda off. 

"Okay, so..." Wanda drags out so that Natasha will continue on. This was making sense and leading somewhere!

"So, there's two new things you need to add to your relationship," Natasha pauses. "Awareness and jealousy—and not the jealousy like 6 years ago when you thought that exchange student was replacing you as her best friend."

"In my defense, Shuri was trying to," Wanda gripes.

"You know what you need to do?" Natasha ignores Wanda's comment. 

"What?" Wanda asks warily because Natasha has that smile on her face. And when she gets that smile, something crazy is about to come out of her mouth.

"Tony and Pepper's 10-year anniversary party is next Saturday, right? You need to bring a date. A girl date," Natasha grins. 

"But I don't want to date other girls," Wanda groans. "Plus, how am I supposed to get a girl to go on a date with me if I need to tell her it's actually to make someone else jealous. That's literally terrible to hide."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Natasha waves her hand nonchalantly. "I have a coworker who can help. She owes me one, so she'll do it without actually expecting anything."

Wanda is in disbelief. 

Natasha then perks up. "Actually, this is perfect because to really open up Bug's eyes, the person you go on a date with should be similar to her. Then, she'll think about how she could be dating you. This coworker is perfect for it; she's nice, if a little sarcastic, and has similar humor."

"Is she hot?" Wanda asks.

"Yeah, of course she is. I can't set you up with an uggo. That would never make her jealous."

"And she's into girls?"

"Yeah, she's single right now, though."

Wanda's eye twitches. 

"What?"

Wanda tries to take a calming breath before nearly yelling, "Why didn't you set up Raye with your other coworker then!?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know you'd fallen for her at that point?" Natasha winces.

It's a fair point, a completely valid one to make, but Wanda still holds a grudge against Nat for putting Raye in your path. 

"Also, why does your company have so many sad, single coworkers? I mean, I guess you're also single—"

"Don't get mean, or else I won't help you go shopping for a dress."

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Another few days pass, and Wanda finds herself taking deep breaths to give herself courage again. 

Natasha just texted her that the coworker, Darcy, confirmed she was available, and everything was set. 

So now, Wanda just has to work up the nerve to tell you she has a date for Tony and Pepper's party. A girl date. 

"So," Wanda's voice is slightly shaky. The two of you are eating dinner while watching some trashy reality TV show that Wanda can't even focus on right now. Wanda wishes she hadn't said anything because now she doesn't know what else to say. "Are you, uh, excited for Tony and Pepper's party?"

You don't take your eyes off the TV, completely invested in what is happening even though you never watch reality TV on your own. 

"Yeah," you answer. "Raye will be back in town, and I'm bringing her along."

Wanda chokes on the potato that's just starting to slide down her throat. You turn over to look at her with concern as she grabs her drink. 

"You okay?" 

"Wrong pipe," Wanda gasps as she clears her throat. "What were you saying? Raye's coming with you?"

You smile, "Yeah, she's back in town later this week, but my photoshoots conflict with her schedule until the party."

"Awesome," Wanda grits out through her teeth with a forced smile. Suddenly, all that missing courage builds up in Wanda, along with pettiness. "That brings me to the fact I wanted to tell you I have a date to the party too."

"Oh?" You pause the TV, fully accepting that neither of you is watching it now with the conversation at hand. "Who's the lucky lad?"

Wanda actually hesitates. A part of her is nervous to tell you, even though she knows you'd never think of her differently or judge her. She sometimes wonders what's going on in her brain because if Wanda actually got with you, it would inevitably mean you'd know she was into girls. 

Or was she just into you?

Now was so not the time to be trying to figure this out, Wanda swallows. 

"Uh," Wanda starts, feeling a little sweaty. "It's actually with a girl. Natasha is introducing me to someone."

There's silence for a moment, and Wanda's gripping her plate of food so hard, even if she's trying to pretend she's not. In an attempt to take the pressure off herself, she stares pointedly down at her plate. 

Wanda's heart still feels like it will leap out of her chest and run to her bedroom to hide under her pillow.

"You're into girls?" You finally say after a long moment of silence.

"I think so," Wanda mumbles weakly. Well, she was definitely for sure into you. "I think I've always been but never really given it too much thought since I was dating Vis for a long time." AKA, Wanda's always been into you but never realized until recently. 

"So...now that it's really over between you and Vis, you want to try dating girls?" Your tone is careful, and Wanda wishes she could dive straight into your brain to find out what you were thinking. 

"Yeah," Wanda says, still looking at her plate. 

"I'm a little hurt."

The words make Wanda's head snap up. Your face does look a little crestfallen, even if you're smiling. 

"I guess you told Natasha first since she's setting you up on a date?"

"Oh," Wanda is caught off guard. "I mean, kind of? It just...sort of came out when I was with Natasha last. I wanted to tell you first, I just didn't know how. I think I was nervous. But I swear—"

"Relax," you smile at her. "You don't need to explain it."

"No," Wanda insists. "I did really want to tell you, but I just didn't know how to broach the subject, and I was trying to ask Nat for advice on what to do, and then it just spiraled."

You start laughing, which stuns Wanda.

"Man," you laugh into your fist, trying to balance your plate with one hand on your thighs. "Sometimes I forget how spastic you can be."

"Shut up," Wanda would throw a cushion at you, but you'd probably spill your food everywhere. 

"It's fine," you tell her sincerely. "I'm just...shocked is all."

"How come?" Wanda asks carefully, cutting up her already bite-sized potatoes even smaller to seem nonchalant. 

There's a pause, and Wanda peers through her eyelashes at you. You're lost in thought, trying to absorb the information.

"I guess...I just never thought about it either," you shrug. "I always thought you'd marry Vision and if not him, then another guy who is just barely good enough for you."

Wanda can't help but laugh at that because you've been somewhat vocal throughout the years that while you didn't mind Vision, you didn't think he was good enough for her. You got more vocal each time they broke up after getting back together. 

"So," Wanda says after the laughter dies down. "Do you think it'd be weird? Seeing me with another girl?"

You shift your weight, adjusting on the couch. Your face doesn't show much of what you're thinking, and Wanda's wondering if you're doing it to spare her feelings in any way. 

"I don't know," you finally say. "I guess maybe it depends on the girl."

The words give Wanda something to think about as you take it that the conversation has ended. You resume the TV, quietly eating your dinner, just as Wanda does. 

Wanda wonders if you're imagining yourself with her. She could definitely feel the shift in your thoughts as you process the information. 

It was out there. It was really out there that Wanda didn't just date boys. A part of her is actually curious about her date with Darcy, even though she knows that it's not really real. Wanda wants to know if she actually would enjoy dating other women or if she's only in love with you.

Natasha's right, Wanda thinks listlessly. If Darcy was anything like you personality-wise, as Natasha suggested, would Wanda be interested? If Wanda couldn't have you, would she resort to dating women like you?

Would you notice such a pattern? 

Everything is getting more complicated, and Wanda is starting to think she's digging herself into a deeper and deeper hole. In some ways, it would be easier to just confess to you outright. Yet, she can't bring herself to do it. 

There's a deep longing to make sure her odds are at their best when Wanda does. She badly wants you to feel the same, or at least be open to trying with her. 

It's probably wrong, but Wanda needs to know if it was a possibility that you'd get jealous—jealous like Wanda's been. 

Wanda really, really hopes you get jealous in the way it means you want to be the one dating her. 

"So," you say, breaking the silence. "Kind of weird that Natasha has a bunch of single coworkers, right? Wonder how they haven't started dating each other."

Wanda turns to you, a giant smile on her face. "That's what I said!"

There's no way in hell Wanda is ready to let another person have you.

PART FOUR

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[x-reader-theater]

Help

summary: Ghost knocks on your door at 3 am asking for help with something.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 1420 (nice)

warnings: mentions of anti-suicide chairs but nothing explicit is talked about.

a/n: i started this last night and finished it today while my head was hurting both times so sorry if this sucks. my requests are open and you can find my request rules here.

The clock turns over to 3 am, and you’re finally getting ready for bed when you hear a knock at your door. Now, if you were any other soldier, 3 am would be a terrible wakeup call, with only 3 hours left of sleep and probably having been in the middle of their REM cycle. But your insomnia just wanted to be different.

You get about three hours of sleep a night, four if you’re lucky, but tonight seems to be an unlucky, two hours of sleep at most for you. It’s fine, maybe some extra aches and pains in the morning or nausea that you can't get rid of, but you’ve been living your whole life like this. You’ve got used to it.

The knock sounds again on the door, and you shout out, “Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” You throw open the door and, standing in front of you, is Ghost, just his simple skull balaclava on, hands behind his back. “Oh! Ghost! What can I do you for?” you quip with an inviting smile.

“I need your help,” he says, series, causing your smile to drop for a moment. It’s only a moment though, as when he pulls his hands from behind his back, your smile returns, though this time it's a relieved smile.

He's holding a set of clippers in one hand, and a set of hair cutting scissors in the other.

You open the door wider in a silent invitation to come in. While Ghost sets the clippers and scissors on your dresser, you walk to the closet and pull out the tarp you stole from one of the many storehouses on base. No one made any mention of it being gone, so they either didn't notice, or Ghost may have pulled some strings.

You hear Ghost taking off his mask on the other side of the room and keep your head tilted down as you lay the tarp on the once light grey, short carpeted floor of your room. You grab the desk chair that rocks back and forth when you set it on the tarp. An anti-suicide chair that probably doesn’t work very well.

When you look back up at Ghost, you’re expecting him to have a black paper mask over his mouth and nose like he always does. But his face is bare.

Your eyes glance over his scarred face, tracing the scar that you knew ran from his eyebrow down to his chin, but now you can see the whole thing unobstructed. It bisects his lips, creating a permanent frown on one side of his face. His nose is crooked from being broken over and over again, and there’s what looks like a burn wound in his cheek, like he was poked with a hot poker.

When your eyes meet his deep brown ones, you can see genuine fear reflected back at you. You smile at him, and watch as a light blush blossoms on his face.

“Have a seat,” you say, breaking eye contact to collect the shears.

When Ghost sits down, you walk behind him, running your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp with your nails. His eyes close slowly, and you smile as he relaxes into the chair.

The sound of the clippers fills the room as you cut his hair exactly how he likes it. It hasn't been that long since his last cut, but you know he hates the feeling of too much hair underneath his mask.

You shear down the sides and back and switch off the clippers, setting them aside before taking the scissors to the top of Ghost’s head.

His hair is blonde and curly, and when cut too short makes him look like a Roman in one of those movies, or like Cupid. You like to keep the top just a little longer to combat that, even if Ghost doesn’t get it.

“Where did you learn to cut hair?” Ghost asks quietly, and your heart pounds as you hear his voice unobstructed by a mask for the first time ever.

Ghost asks you this question every time you cut his hair. You think it’s because he thinks other people don’t like silence like he does. You don't mind. You’d do anything to make him comfortable.

“My mother was a hairdresser. She would bring me to work when I didn’t have school,” you say, continue to shape Ghost’s hair. “She would teach me how to cut hair as she worked on clients. She didn't make enough money to support herself as she got older, and it got harder for her to take on more clients.” You tilt Simon’s head back, so he’s looking into your eyes. “It’s why I joined the military. Any money I make goes directly to her.”

Ghost closes his eyes, and you continue to work, but they open again when you pause, just looking into Simon’s face. Your free hand is carding through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. Your eyes are looking at his soft looking lips, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. You let out a small gasp as he does so, hand tightening in his hair ever so slightly.

The flush darkens on the apples of his cheeks, and you feel yourself leaning down slowly. Your head is pounding, and your heart is stuttering in time with your breathing. You’re moving slowly, giving Ghost time to move or push you away, but he doesn’t. He continues to stare up at you as you lean over.

Your eyes slip shut, and your lips meet his. His lips are just as soft as you thought they would be, and they part slightly in a gasp. After a moment, you pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you say, feeling your face heat up.

Ghost’s eyes flutter open, and he reaches up, grabbing at your wrist that’s connected to the hand still in his hair. You let go of his blond locks, and he pulls your hand down to his face and kisses the inside of your wrist. “It’s okay,” he says with a small smile, and your heart thuds in your chest at seeing Ghost smile for the first time.

You feel your face turn even hotter, and you just stare at him, wide-eyed. When he finally lets go of your wrist, you place it back in his hair again, coming through it as you cut it once more.

You can't keep the smile off your face as you shape the rest of his hair.

Finally, you put the scissors down next to the clippers and run both your hands through his hair, shaking it out to get as much cut hair out of it as possible. When you think it’s good enough, you take a step back.

“Do you want to look at it?” you ask, knowing what he's going to say anyway. It’s part of the routine.

“No, thank you,” he says, like always.

You nod and smile, waiting for him to stand up and get off the tarp to let you clean up. While he puts on his mask again and grabs his clippers and scissors, you move your chair back to its desk and fold up the tarp, so none of the hair gets out, before carting it into the bathroom to throw out the hair.

When you’re finally done with that, you walk back out into your room, and startle when you see Ghost is still standing there, waiting. You fold up the tarp and place it in your closet before walking over to him.

He’s wearing his mask once more, but the bottom is pulled up to his nose, exposing his mouth.

“Do you need anything else?” You ask. This is routine. Then again, neither was the kiss.

He shakes his head. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Oh!” you exclaim. “Good-”

He cuts you off, leaning in and kissing you again. This time, he kisses back, placing a hand on the nape of your neck as you grab at the T-shirt that’s right across his shoulders. You lean into the kiss, trying to press your body to his, but eventually you need to swim up for air.

You pull away, panting, and your eyes flutter open as Ghost says, “Goodnight,” before kissing you quickly one last time and turning on his heel, walking out your door.

The door closes, and you stand there, watching it, and bring your fingers up to your lips, trying to

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[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 2/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: nanami, toji, yuuta, geto | see: part 1

kento nanami:

(we’ll say you guys live together and are dating/engaged)

ok so nanami mostly just wants to spend time with you so he’d choose somewhere that’s more private

he thought a lot about where to take you because he wanted somewhere you’d like

but he’d never be caught dead asking gojo for advice so 😭 he had to come up with something on his own

i think he’d pick a nice quiant little ramen place 🥰

y’all haven’t been there before but you see it one the way to work and you’re always mentioning it

when he tells you where you’re going, you’re obviously super excited 💜

he’d dress up all nice in a white button up and blue slacks and brown dress shoes and-

i’m sorry i could go on about him forever. anyways

you’re wearing an adorable frilly yellow sundress he bought you a few weeks ago and has been silently praying that you’ll wear (nanami, you horny bastard)

NO BUT Y’ALL LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER WITH Y’ALLS COORDINATING OUTFITS I-

the ramen place is so cute 😌 the chefs and waiters are so sweet and treat you like family it’s adorable

you order miso ramen and nanami orders spicy tonkotsu ramen and it’s delicious! :)

he loves seeing his girl happy and where would you be happier than at a ramen restaurant??

he’s not the type to take pictures of his food but he absolutely sneaks in plenty of pictures of you (both with and without your knowledge😉)

he also orders edamame to share but ends up letting you eat all of it

afterwards, he drives you back to your shared apartment and the two of you shower together and then get ready for bed

once y’all are in bed you cuddle for the rest of the night, just enjoying eachother’s presence 🥺

bonus: he lets you pick the movie you fall asleep to that night; you pick notting hill *cut to nanami crying at 2 am because he stayed up to watch it*

toji fushiguro:

toji may seem like a tough guy on the outside but he’s soft for his girl 🥰

it’s your four year marriage anniversary so he wants his princess to feel special ✨

he decides to take you out to a fancy michelin star resetaurant that you’ve had your eye on for a few months

you’ve quite literally been stalking their instagram account because the food looks that good

the two of you get ready together in your shared apartment (stop because I could write a whole drabble about domestic!toji- I have to stop myself-)

anyways, you’re wearing a dark blue bodycon mini dress with gorgeous silver heels and your wedding band shimmering on your finger ✨

toji doesn’t usually dress up much, but for his girl he will, especially on an important day like today !! he’s wearing a white button up shirt (that you can see his muscles through 👀) and black slacks with a brown belt (!!!) and brown dress shoes

he wears a dark gray wool coat over his clothes because it’s very cold outside (hey, it was his idea to have a winter wedding 🤷🏼♀️)

but you know it’s gonna be super cold outside !! so you  attempt to force him to wear a scarf (mostly because it’s cold, but also- imagine that big huge scary man wearing a cute lil scarf 🥺)

after a good deal of complaining, he finally consents and puts the scarf on 🤭 it’s dark red and it compliments his hair and skin tone so well and-

anyways, he drives y’all to the restaurant for your reservation at 8:30

when you walk in, the waitress greets you and leads you to your table

a different man comes after her to pour champagne into fancy glass cups for you

the two of you converse idly, selecting several items from the menu to try: spicy edamame, pork gyoza, crab rangoon, and tempura shrimp for starters

y’all decide to share several sushi platters along with miso soup and tonkatsu that toji insisted you order because it's your favorite 💜

somehow, the two of you finish all of the food on your combined platters (toji ate some of your leftovers after you decided you were done) but not before also selecting a fair selection of lavish desserts that were served with exquisite decorations on the plates

after your meal, toji surprises you with a diamond studded necklace that matches your wedding band almost perfectly. of course you love it and tell him that he shouldn't have, but he doesn't care about money, he'll do anything to make his girl happy 🥰

on the drive back home, toji tells you how much he loved you before carrying you inside your shared apartment since you fell asleep on the ride home 💜

tucking you into bed, he plants a kiss on your forehead, brushing your hair out of your face and wishing you sweet dreams 💞

yuuta okkotsu:

when i tell you that yuuta is SO WHIPPED for his girl-

he’d quite literally give you the world if you asked 😌

anyways, he told you the two of you were going out to dinner that night and asked you where you wanted to go

you guys looked up restaurants for a while and then you found a cool anime-themed sushi restaurant

you guys decided to keep it casual tonight; you’re wearing a sweatshirt (yuuta’s sweatshirt) and a black skirt and he’s wearing blue jeans and a forest green crochet sweater that you made him last winter (that he absolutely ADORES and CHERISHES btw)

you guys really like it there !!

it’s decorated really cool with anime posters all over the walls

you order a couple platters of sushi to share (his favorite is spicy tuna don’t ask why but I know)

he asks you a bunch of random would-you-rather questions during your date because he thinks it’s so cute to see your thinking face or you all flustered 🥰

of course, he already knows what your response is gonna be because y’all know each other so well 🥺

once y’all have eaten half the restaurant and are super full, he takes you out to walk around the city

you’re in a shopping square that’s full of cute little shops

you drag yuuta into one store in particular because you saw a stunning dress hanging in the shop’s glass window that you desperatly wanted to look at

it was a gorgeous lavender color with silky ribbons for sleaves and pleated fabric that practically made you drool

until you got inside and checked the price tag to reveal that it was $80 😞

you happily continued your date anyways, strolling the rest of the stops and even picking up some yummy street food for dessert 🍡

you get home later that night, tucking into bed with yuuta to watch some tv before you fell asleep (i can 1000% see yuuta being a true crime fanatic so you watch a documentary about unsolved mysteries)

bonus: three days later, you find a certain pleated lavender dress hanging on your door with a note that reads: -from yuuta with love <3

suguru geto:

(this is gonna be set when they’re students at jujutsu tech and geto isn’t a curse user yet because i didn’t feel like writing evil geto today ✨)

so you and geto (both jujutsu sorcerers) have been dating for about a year now! 💗

you two had planned to spend some time together today and just wanted some chill one-on-one time

so when satoru invited the you guys to go out, he was pretty disappointed to find out that you already had plans (you can just hear him muttering about ‘damn lovebirds…’)

y’all decide to order take out and watch anime

you decide on watching blue lock, which is one of geto’s favorites

you just started watching the show recently but you really like it! your favorite character (so far) is isagi

your food getes there eventually; you both ordered pan fried noodles (though you ordered chicken and geto ordered and beef) and a plate of tempura shrimp to share 😈

after you finish eating, geto sits against the wall in his bead and pulls you onto his lap between his legs to stroke your hair while you watch the show

you love spending time like this with him where there’s no pressure from the world or threat of imminent death over your heads

you wished that you could create a world that was perfect just for him 💞

due to the food you just ate and your comfortable position, you fall asleep, geto adjusting your head since it started to lull to the side slightly

he absolutely cherishes you and wants his girl to be comfy and get some good sleep 🥺 he plants little chaste kisses on the top of your head every once in a while, starting to get tired himself

eventually, he turned the tv off and transferred you to a more comfortable position: laying down on your side with your back against his chest. he dozed off, wondering how on earth he had ever deserved someone like you

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #nanami x reader #nanami jjk #jjk smut #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuta

[neonghostlights]

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Actress!Reader (best friends to lovers-slow burn)

★ A/N: Short little chapter. I'm so excited to knock this tour out of the way because this tour will act as a catalyst to some big drama between the two of them and really kick off their story.

★ Series Summary: It’s the ‘90s in LA and you and your best friend Eddie have both made it big. The following is a series of Interviews, News Reports and One Shots showing you and Eddie’s story throughout the years.

★ Chapter Summary: You tell Eddie goodbye before he leaves for tour. You’re reminded of the day you and Eddie left Hawkins for LA. Gareth reminds you what Eddie and the rest of the band will be doing on tour. And a phone call.

★ Warnings: Cussing, Mention of Groupies, Reader is followed by paparazzi, Little bit of angst, Death of a grandparent/parental figure, Eddie refers to reader as Sweetheart, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

★ Word count: 2.9k

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Chapter Two: See You Later

August 1990

The past month had been a whirlwind. 

Your movie was released in July. You didn’t like looking at reviews and what critics had to say because, well, they were usually very critical. 

Margie, though, had no problem shoving them in your face. 

“This says your performance was magnificent!” She exclaimed, forcing  the paper at you as you tried your best to drink your morning coffee the same day the reviews started rolling in. 

You didn’t know if managers were usually as hands on as Margie, but whatever she did behind the scenes worked apparently. 

The rise to even more fame came with more eyes on you. You had been popular with your last role and had gained quite the fan base. But this one seemed to propel you even more into the public eye. 

You finally had to cave in and hire a personal assistant named Miles. He was nice and all. But not being able to get your own groceries really busted your spirit sometimes. 

A week or so after this most recent  movie was released, you slipped on your usual disguise of sneakers, a hoodie, and sunglasses to run to your local supermarket. The outfit was fail proof and you had never been recognized before. Each time you did this, you felt like a super spy on a secret mission. 

The vultures must have been looking for you. Or maybe the stars were aligned weird that day.  Or maybe you forgot to tip someone and it threw off your karma. Either way, they found you. 

You had just put a bag of apples into your cart, and were headed to pick up the last item on your list when you felt the air shift. Goosebumps broke out on the back of your neck. 

You didn’t realize, at first, what that feeling meant. Brushing it off, you finished your shopping and strolled back home without a second thought. 

They had followed you throughout the store, snapping pictures without you even realizing it. They even got some interesting shots of sniffing some body wash and inspecting a package of strawberries to make sure they weren’t mushy at the bottom. 

You had felt so violated when you saw the photos posted in a gossip magazine that labeled you as someone that was ‘picky’ based off of your shopping habits. How the hell was making sure what you paid for was what you wanted considered picky? It was the first harsh thing you had really seen about yourself in a magazine and you had the sneaking suspicion that it was just the beginning. 

You tried to remind yourself that maybe things would go back to semi normal once the hype around the movie died down some. When you mentioned that to Margie she just scoffed at you and asked, “Why the hell would you want that?” 

You really hadn’t meant to get famous. Unlike Eddie, who had wanted this for as long as he could remember. 

You just wanted to pay the bills. 

Speaking of Eddie, he was leaving for his six long month tour today. 

And you were headed to go see him before he left. 

There used to be a time when you and Eddie were never separated. It was to the point that when he got his penthouse, he tried to get you to move in with him. He even had a room set up for you. You hadn’t realized he intended for you to live with him until he started to ask you about paint colors for your room. 

That was when he had just started to get into the rockstar lifestyle. And you didn’t want to be around when he brought girls home. So, after months of couch surfing together and sleeping in the back of the van, you went your separate ways. 

Even though you lived apart, you and Eddie still at least spoke almost every day. You knew he would do his best to call you when he was on tour but you were also realistic about it. He would get busy. You would get busy. Life would happen. 

The last tour he did was only three months long. They weren’t as popular then so it wasn’t so hard to keep in touch. 

Now Corroded Coffin and Eddie Munson were household names. 

Take that Hawkins, Indiana and anyone else who ever doubted him. 

You remember the day four years ago that Eddie asked you to leave with him to come to LA. He had been blabbering about leaving for months, especially after what had happened to him at prom. But you never thought he was serious. 

You had been working at the local gas station then for under minimum wage, trying to keep up with the bills for the trailer. You didn’t feel right about leaving your grandma so you didn’t go to college like you had originally planned. 

She ended up dying a month after you left Hawkins. It still felt like it was your fault even though everyone told you repeatedly that it wasn’t.

Eddie had stopped by the gas station and asked you to come over to the trailer that night after you got off work. You argued with him originally, since your feet hurt and you wanted to shower. But he was persistent. You noticed that gleam in his eye that usually meant he was concocting something in his head so it made you curious and kind of scared. 

When you opened his trailer door, without knocking of course, you were greeted by Eddie standing in the living room with both hands behind his back. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, suspicious that this was a prank of his. The way he was standing made you wonder if he was holding some type of feral animal behind him that he was going to try to talk you into co-parenting. 

“I have a very serious question to ask you, sweetheart,” he said in an even tone. 

If it was some sort of animal then he would have already shoved it in your face by now. 

“Yes?” You asked breathlessly, taking a step towards him. You didn’t know why but your heart had started to flutter and it was harder to breathe. Working on your feet all day must have really worn you out.  

“I know you’re probably going to think this is crazy. You probably think I’m crazy,” he rambled, running a hand through his hair. 

You nodded, urging him to continue. 

“But will you please come to LA with me while I try to get famous?” He blurted out. 

“What?” You asked, taken aback by his question. 

“I really don’t want to be alone and I think Corroded Coffin really has a chance. We just need to put ourselves out there. And I need you to keep me in line. If I go out there on my own then I know I’ll mess this up somehow. Plus, I’ll be so lonely and I’ll just want to come home if you stay in this shit-” 

“Eddie, stop. I can’t go out there with you. And you won't be lonely if the whole band is going with you,” you tried to reason with him. 

“Fine. Desperate times call for desperate measures,” he said coolly before he dropped on his knees in front of you and wrapped both his arms around your legs, anchoring you in place. 

“You want me to beg? Because I’ll beg,” he yelled while you tried to fight him off. 

“Eddie, stop! You’re acting like a child,” you scolded through clenched teeth while you tried to kick him. You couldn’t move your legs enough though to get a good hit. He was holding on too tight. 

“Stop kicking me and just listen!” He screamed. His long arms caging your legs in even tighter. 

“I’m not listening because it’s dumb. You want me to quit my job and drive across the country with you? What about my grandma?” You asked through gritted teeth. 

Eddie sighed and stood up off the ground. He grabbed both of your hands, looking into your eyes. Anyone else would think that this is the look of a lover, but no, it’s just the way Eddie looks at you. Nothing more. 

“Wayne can check on your grandma. You act like she’s sick or something. That woman moves around better than I do. Last week she chased the neighbor's kid around the park with a broom for throwing rocks. Give it a year. If I don’t make it big in a year then I promise I will bring you back to Hawkins. I can’t do this without you.”

He always knew just what to say to you. What he said about your grandma was true. She wasn’t in poor health but how were you supposed to just leave the woman who had taken care of you since you were little? She was the only parent you ever had. 

“I see those wheels turning in your head,” Eddie commented with a smirk. 

“Just a year?” You asked with a raised brow. 

Eddie took the question as a yes. His cheers could probably be heard all across the trailer park. He jumped up and down so hard that the floor shook. The breath wooshed out of your lungs as he grabbed you and hugged you tightly. 

“This is going to be so much fucking fun!” 

The car pulling into the meeting spot drew your attention away from your memories. Those times felt like a completely different life. Back when you and Eddie were just two trailer park kids with nothing but big dreams ahead of them. 

The big sleek tour bus loomed over you as you climbed out the backseat. You paused to let the paid driver know that you’ll be back in just a bit. 

All of the guys were standing outside the bus, bags by their feet as they goofed off with each other, looking really excited. 

Eddie grinned and ran towards you with open arms when he saw you. 

“We’re going on tour, baby!!” He yelled. 

You laughed as he nearly knocked you off your feet when he plowed into you. 

“This isn’t your first tour, Eddie,” you reminded him. 

“I know but it’s the biggest. I mean look at this bus. We definitely didn’t have this last time.”

“Lots of room for activities,”  Gareth said as he approached, giving you a quick hug. 

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I don’t want to hear about your activities,” you said as you slapped his arm. 

Jeff and Grant made their way over too, both giving you hugs.

“I’m going to be so bored without all of you here,” you complained to Jeff. 

“Yeah, right. You’re a big star now too. You’ll have plenty to do around here,” Jeff teased as he nudged your shoulder.

“It’s not the same though. I-”

“Come with me,” Eddie blurted out, cutting you off mid sentence. 

“What?” You asked, looking around the group confused on who he was talking to. 

“Come with us on tour,” he explained. “It’ll be fun. Like when we drove out to California and we both had to sleep in the back of the van. But bigger.”

You thought about saying yes. You didn’t have any roles lined up right now. Your agents and Margie had been keeping their eyes out for some good fits but who knew what that would happen. Show business could be funny sometimes. You were sure there would be a phone for you to access while on the road. And if something came up, you could always fly back to LA to audition or do whatever Margie needed you to do. 

It would be hard but it would be worth it. 

You had the image in your head, you and Eddie on the road again. Bickering and goofing off the way only you two could. You could watch him play live and do the thing he loved to do. You wouldn’t just have to see your best friend’s face in magazines or on those celebrity gossip shows. 

The word ‘yes’ was on the tip of your tongue, ready to be released into the world. 

“Do you really want a chick on the bus when we bring back groupies, man?” Gareth asked. 

Your heart shattered. You think if you looked you could see the pieces of it on the parking lot pavement; scattered around your feet. 

Eddie looked at Gareth like he was going to kill him. There was an awkward pause where no one said anything. Like Gareth had just released some big secret you weren’t aware of. 

“I can’t anyways. Margie would kill me if I’m not available for an interview or audition,” you offered, hoping to cool off some of the white hot tension radiating from Eddie. 

Jeff and Grant shared a look before Jeff gave you a pitying look and a tight smile. You wanted to ask him what that look was for. You were fine. Everything was fine. 

Eddie was going to argue. You knew he would. 

“Let’s go, guys!” Corroded Coffin’s manager, Don, yelled from the foot of the tour bus. He waved his arms drastically to try to get them moving. 

“Have fun. Be careful” You gave them all a smile before you started to back away. 

Gareth looked a little guilty, or maybe scared of what Eddie was going to say to him once they were in a confined space together. They all walked away, climbing into the bus. Except for Eddie who still stood in front of you. 

You waited for him to deny what Gareth had said about the groupies and ask you to come with him again. Maybe he would get down on his knees and beg again like he did five years ago. All he had to do was say all those kind words to you and you would be putty in his hands. 

But he didn’t. He simply pulled you in for a one armed hug. 

“Bye, Eds. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Sweetheart.”

October 1990

“Hey! It’s Eddie,” his voice came loudly through the phone. 

It has been two months since you last spoke to Eddie. He hadn’t called you at all like he promised except for once. And that call ended three seconds after he said hello. He didn’t try to call back after that. 

“Hey,” you said, leaning against your living room wall. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch. Things have just been really busy here. I got you some souvenirs though,” Eddie said. You could hear it in the background, the sound of loud voices and shuffling. They were getting ready to party. 

Eddie’s voice held that rasp that seemed to happen after he had just played a show. You wanted to reach through the phone and grab him. It had been so isolating here on your own. You barely left your place unless it was for work and the only people you spoke to on a daily basis were Margie and Miles. They weren’t your friends though, it was only business. 

“It’s okay. I’ve been busy too.” Not a lie. You had two interviews and an audition since Eddie had been gone. Still, it would have been nice to hear something from him. Even a voicemail would be nice. 

“I bet,” He cleared his throat. “Listen, I’ve been thinking…a lot. I know right now over the phone isn’t  the best but if I let myself think about it I’ll go crazy. When I get back do you wanna-” 

“Who are you talking to, Eddie? Thought you didn’t have anyone waiting for you at home,” You heard a woman's voice purr on the other end. 

“I don’t,” he replied to them. You pressed the phone harder to your ear to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Just talking to a friend.” 

Your stomach twisted and you didn’t know why. It wasn’t news that you and Eddie were just friends. You had never wanted to be anything more. So why did hearing him say this hurt so bad?

It’s not like Gareth hadn’t let you know exactly what Eddie would be up to during his time away. 

You didn’t blame him for it. He was young and on top of the world. He should enjoy the freedom. 

You could enjoy your freedom too. Live like the rest of the celebrities live. It wasn’t like there weren’t men interested in you. They just never lived up to the high standard in your head. 

Maybe it was time to lower that standard a bit and just have fun. 

You didn’t wait to hear what else the stranger had to say to him now that she knew you were no one important to him. In your head you imagined she was beautiful. The perfect woman for Eddie to spend time with. Unlike you, who was wearing an old Hawkins High t-shirt and sweatpants. 

Margie had repeatedly told you how wanted you were, how desired. She said the only thing holding you back now was your self consciousness. You wondered if you let that go and fully leaned into the celebrity lifestyle that you  had been trying to avoid, would life be more fun? Would you feel better when you let it all go? 

You hung the phone up, not waiting to say goodbye. You expected Eddie to call back and apologize for the interruption. But time ticked on and before you knew it an hour had gone by, and the phone never rang again. 

#rockstar!eddie munson x actress!reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader

[pedroscurls]

Dirty Little Secret (Part 5).

Character(s): no-outbreak, age-gap!Joel Miller x fem!Reader Summary: You and Joel finally have a serious conversation during Drew and Sarah’s rehearsal dinner.  Word count: 3.1k  A/N: You know, this story was supposed to just be purely smut (minimal plot), but I've fallen in love with this pairing so much and have enjoyed writing Joel's POV. We're in for an emotional ride with this one, so enjoy! Warning: age-gap (Joel is in his 50s, reader is in her early-30s), sneaking around, things get emotional!!! SERIES MASTERLIST - ultimate masterlist

“Rehearsal dinner is tonight,” Joel says quietly, lips pressed lightly against the back of your bare shoulder. He’s been spending more and more time here with you, in your apartment. It’s starting to become a bit domesticated because he comes by once he’s finished with work, you cook dinner (sometimes even together), and then you spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, falling asleep and waking up the next morning by each other’s side. 

The fear that lingered in the back of your mind begins to take a more prominent role the more time he spends with you. You aren’t sure if this is something you want, but you can’t deny the fact that there is something that you can’t explain when it comes to Joel. He makes you feel safe, makes you feel seen and heard, and it’s something that you never experienced from a partner. Partner? Lover? You’re not quite sure what to call him, what to label your relationship with him as, but a part of you can’t ignore the pull and tug you feel in your heart whenever he’s near. 

“I know Sarah and Drew are both ready to just get this whole thing over with and be married already,” you respond, turning on your back and looking over in his direction. His hair has gotten a bit longer, still messy, curling at the nape of his neck and at his ears. It’s something that you’re beginning to like more and more, especially when you get to run your fingers through it. Joel’s staring at you with a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen before. He’s looking at you with pure admiration and it makes you blush. 

No one’s ever looked at you the way Joel is doing right now.

“Oh, I reckon it’s a lot of work,” Joel chuckles. “All these parties… M’surprised Drew’s keeping up with it.” 

“Well, he likes to keep your girl happy,” you smile. “Drew loves Sarah so much. He’d do anything for her.” 

Joel smiles. “They’re a good fit. Tried to intimidate him the first time I met him, but when I saw the way he was looking at my babygirl, I knew it was serious. I knew that she’d be in good hands.” 

“It must be nice to be loved like that,” you blurt out. You’re not sure why you said it, but you can’t help but feel a pang of envy to be loved the way Drew and Sarah love each other. They walk into a room and you can just feel the love they share, the way they look at each other seems like they just fall in love all over again… It’s a love that you’ve heard countless stories of, seen movies about, but never got to experience yourself. You try to tell yourself that it’s not something you want - commitment - but you would be lying if you said you never thought about it. 

And you’d certainly be lying if you said you never thought about it with Joel. 

Joel looks at you and his smile falters. He feels his heart break just a tiny bit at your admission. He wants to say that the feelings he has for you are so serious that he’s finding himself falling for you. He wants to tell you that you’re so deserving of all the love and that he’s the one willing to give it. He wants to tell you that since you came into his life, it’s changed for the better. 

But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he just reaches up to cup your cheek and places a light kiss on your lips. 

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right guy, darlin’,” he finally says. 

You look at him and bite the inside of your cheek. He’s no longer looking at you with admiration and you can see the walls he’s building around himself because now he looks closed off. It hurts to know that the one person you might be falling in love with isn’t someone that you’re meant to be with. 

“Maybe,” you force a smile and sit up from bed. You turn your back to him and bite your lower lip, dressed only in his t-shirt and a pair of panties. You stand up from bed and glance over your shoulder at him and you swear that you could see his brows furrow in confusion, his lips in a small pout, but the wedding is near, which also means the end of your relationship with Joel is just right around the corner. “I’m gonna shower.”

“Need company?” Joel asks.

You shake your head. Maybe it’s best to start pulling away, put some distance between the both of you. “As much as I’d love that, I have a few things planned today.” 

“Oh,” Joel replies. “Should I get goin’ then?” 

You nod. “Yeah, think that’s best.” 

Joel bites his lower lip and stands from bed. He pulls on his jeans and takes note of the shirt that you’re wearing. He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t like that the energy has shifted, but he knows that this is for the best. He knows you’re pulling away and as much as it hurts him, he knows this is the only way this is going to go. 

“Keep the shirt,” Joel says. “I’ve got a sweater in the truck.” 

“You sure?” 

Joel nods. He walks over to you and places a soft kiss on your forehead and wraps his arms around you. He feels you lean into him, tighten your arms around him, and let out a quiet, but shaky sigh. He wants to tell you that he’s falling so hard for you, but he has to remind himself that you deserve someone better than him. 

“See you tonight, baby.” Joel says, pulling away from you to look down into your eyes. 

You nod, not meeting his eyes or holding eye contact like you usually would. You kiss his cheek and turn on your heel to walk to the bathroom. When Joel sees the door shut, he lets out a sigh and begins to leave once he hears the water run. He feels his heart breaking a little bit when he leaves your apartment because part of him already knows that this is the beginning of the end. 

Joel had tried to prepare himself, but he didn’t expect the sudden rush of emotions and feelings that came with it. That came with you. 

He doesn’t want this to end, he doesn’t want to let you go, but he’s heard from Sarah and Drew that settling down and commitment isn’t something that ever interests you. Joel remembers the way you had told him how rough your childhood was and how Drew and his family had kept you afloat. He remembers the way his heart tugs and how he had wrapped his arms around you, silently telling you that you deserved the world. 

—

Tommy is leaning against the kitchen counter, dressed in black slacks and a black cable knit polo shirt that hugs his frame. His hair is pulled back into a small bun as he runs his hand over his short beard. Joel’s descending the stairs dressed in a black pants and a dark green button-down shirt with his sleeves folded to his elbows. His hair is neat, slicked back, and his beard is trimmed and clean-cut. 

Tommy notices the way his older brother continues to check his phone and he has to wonder if it’s because he’s texting to Sarah, but something in the way his jaw ticks tells Tommy it’s something - someone - else. 

“Y’okay?” Tommy asks, pulling Joel from his thoughts.

“M’fine. Ya ready to go?” 

“Ready whenever you are.” 

Joel nods, pockets his phone and grabs his keys. The wedding rehearsal is to be held at the wedding venue followed by a rehearsal dinner. All he can think about on the ride to the outdoor venue, though, is you. He didn’t like the way he left your apartment - it wasn’t even a proper goodbye. You had left him standing in the middle of your bedroom while you walked away to your bathroom. Since coming home, Joel begins to imagine what life would be like if he continued this, if he decides to give this a chance. He knows he’d be happy with you, but he also knows that if this were to become something more, he’d have to talk with Sarah. With Drew.

“D’ya hear me?” Tommy asks, snapping his fingers in Joel’s direction.

“Sorry. What?” 

“Where’s ya mind at? You’re lookin’ like–” 

“M’fine,” Joel repeats. “Just a lot of mingling and all’a that.” 

Tommy narrows his eyes. Technically, it isn’t a lie, but Tommy knows that Joel’s hiding something. He’s just not sure what. “Okay, well, at least we’ll have alcohol at dinner.” 

“Just gotta get through rehearsal first.” 

“‘Course,” Tommy says. He then spots you climbing out of your car and quickly lets his eyes take you in. You’re a dream, absolutely gorgeous, and a kind heart to go with it. But Tommy remembers the first time he met you and how Joel’s eyes never left you. 

Just like it was now. 

Joel pulls into a parking spot and turns off the truck. He watches you flatten the wrinkles of your dress and he can’t help but bite his lower lip at the sight of you. You’re wearing a light blue dress that reaches past your knees, stopping just at your shin with a trumpet hem. The straps of your dress are neatly tied atop your shoulders and your hair is tucked behind your ears, cascading down the middle of your back. 

Then, Joel meets your eye. He sees you give him a curt nod with a soft smile before you disappear inside. He lets out a sigh and unbuckles his seatbelt, climbing out of the truck and running a hand through his hair. It’s Tommy that pulls him from his thoughts again.

“Okay, so what’s goin’ on?”

“Nothin’.” 

“You’ve always been a bad liar, y’know that?” Tommy chuckles. “Have you two–”

“No,” Joel interrupts. “Now, leave it, Tommy.” 

“Okay, okay,” Tommy shrugs. “No need to get all bent out of shape. I was just–”

“It’s nothin’,” Joel repeats. “Let’s head inside.” 

It’s a small group of people, only the ones involved in the wedding itself are here for rehearsal. Drew’s already standing at the end of the aisle, dressed in navy blue slacks and a white button-down shirt. It’s semi-formal, but Joel can see how anxious the young man is getting. It’s only rehearsal, but Joel notices how Drew keeps looking down towards the end of the aisle, almost like he’s waiting for Sarah to appear. 

The wedding planner speaks with Joel and Tommy, instructing them of where to stand, who will be coming out in order, and as she continues to speak, Joel sees you at the corner of his eye. You’re by yourself, the wind blowing in your direction with the sun shining down on you and Joel feels his heart tug at the sight of you. He wants to come up behind you, wrap his arms around you, and tell you how beautiful you look, how happy that you’re his. 

But he doesn’t. He can’t. 

In the next thirty minutes, you and the rest of the bridal party and groomsmen get ready to walk down the aisle. You’re walking alone, being Drew’s best woman means you’re standing next to him. So the music begins and the wedding planner signals for you to begin walking. You try to focus, try to just get through today, but all you can think about is Joel. 

You actually love him and it scares you because you were sure that love wasn’t something you were ever going to get to experience. It was something that you had come to terms with early on in your childhood. It was something that you decided when your parents divorced that relationships - and men - wasn’t worth the trouble if it meant having your heart broken. 

But Joel…

Joel’s different. 

And you don’t know what to make of it, what to think, or even how to move forward. This wasn’t meant to be something more than just a fling. This wasn’t meant to be something more than just a fuck buddy. 

You weren’t meant to fall in love. 

As you get closer to Drew, you give him a wink and stand next to him. He reaches for your hand and you squeeze it reassuringly. The rest of the groomsmen and bridal party walk in pairs until it’s time for the bride - for Sarah - to walk down. 

And you know that you’re going to see Joel. 

And you try hard to keep your expression neutral. 

But when you see him and Sarah begin to walk in your direction, where everyone was already standing, you feel your heart tug towards him, almost like it’s yearning for him. Sarah’s arm is hooked around his and Joel holds onto her tightly, leaning over to give her a gentle kiss on her temple. 

Then, he sees you. His eyes soften. The corner of his lips lift slightly. To anyone, it would seem like an innocent gesture, a polite hello, but to you, he’s looking at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He’s looking at you like he always does. 

Joel hands Sarah off to Drew and he spares one more glance in your direction before he steps away to take his seat in the front. He’s glad that this is about Sarah, about Drew, because it distracts him enough that he doesn’t look in your direction until rehearsal is over. Everyone then begins to congregate inside for dinner and Joel sees you trail behind, opting to stay outside to watch the sunset. 

Joel bites his lower lip, steps inside to grab a beer for himself and a glass of wine for you before he meets you outside. Gently, he nudges you with his shoulder and you stare up at him with a look of surprise. 

“Hey,” Joel says, holding out the glass of wine in your direction. 

“Thank you,” you respond, taking the glass from him and your fingers brush against his. You hear him let out a breath before he turns his attention to the sunset. 

“Y’okay?” Joel asks. 

“Just thinking.” 

“Care to share?” 

You shrug. “Not sure there’s anything to share.” 

Joel sighs and steps closer to you. He needs to feel you, needs to know that you’re okay, that this is okay. His arm brushes against yours and Joel lets out a sigh of relief when he feels you lean against him. 

“Wedding’s in a few days.” You say. 

“It is,” Joel replies. 

“What happens then?” 

“D’ya mean…” Joel trails off, pointing between the both of you.

“Yes.” 

“What do you want to happen?” Joel asks. He can’t help but look down at you. You’re not even looking at him and despite the close proximity with you, you’ve never felt further away from him than you do now. 

“This wasn’t meant to be serious,” you whisper. “We were supposed to just have fun, keep each other company.” 

“I know,” Joel responds. 

“We got distracted. We never set any rules.” 

“Should we have?” 

“Yes,” you sigh. Joel notices the way your voice cracks and he could see tears building at the corner of your eyes. 

“Baby–”

“After the wedding, it’s done. This– We can’t.” 

Joel tightens his jaw, feels his heart break. He knows you’re not telling the truth, he can see that you’re holding back and so, he turns you around to face him. He can hear the laughter and chatter from inside the dinner, but that’s the least of his worries. 

“Why not?” 

“Joel,” you shake your head. Still, you’re not meeting his eyes because you’re sure that if you look up at him, you’d tell him everything. At least right now, you have a bit of courage to hold back, to pull away from him, even if it’s breaking your heart. “I don’t– Relationships aren’t for me.”

“How d’ya know?” Joel sighs. 

“I just do.”

“How?” He presses. 

“I can’t–” you feel your breath catch in your throat. “Joel…”

“Tell me,” he whispers quietly. “Tell me again that this is done and I’ll leave you alone.” 

“It’s done,” you reply weakly.

“No, look me in the eye and tell me.”

“Joel…” Your lower lip juts out, quivering slightly as a tear slips. Joel instinctively reaches out to wipe your tear away, his body closer to you now. He knows anyone can just walk in on the both of you, but he doesn’t care. He needs to hear you say it, needs to see you look him in the eye and tell him to leave you alone. Only then can Joel let you go. 

“Look me in my eyes and tell me this ain’t somethin’ you want.” 

“I can’t.” You shake your head, lean into his touch, and you feel your resolve lose quickly. You always thought that commitment wasn’t something you ever wanted; it stemmed from your parents’ failed marriage followed by plenty of toxic relationships your mother got herself into, which you followed her footsteps in. 

But Joel… 

Joel gives you hope. 

He makes you feel safe. 

He makes you feel loved. 

“Look me in the eye and–”

“I’ve fallen in love with you!” You blurt out, finally looking up at him and into his dark brown eyes. “Is that what you want to hear? How this fling turned into something so much more to me? How whenever I’m with you, I’m the safest I’ve ever felt? How you look at me and everything just seems to be okay? How being in your arms just–” your breath catches. 

“Baby–”

“Just,” you sigh, wiping your tears away. “Give me some space, please.” 

“Darlin’,” Joel pleads. “Just let me–”

“I need some space, Joel.” 

He doesn’t press any further and lets you go inside. Joel feels hopeful now that he knows how you feel, but there's something inside of him that scares him. He doesn’t want to let you down, doesn’t ever want to disappoint you, and he still believes that you deserve someone better than him, but Joel doesn’t want to let you go. 

He doesn’t want you to be with anyone else. 

“At least tell me you love her too,” someone says, pulling Joel from his thoughts. 

Eyes wide, Joel turns his head and sees Drew standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Drew, it isn’t–”

“Do you love her, Joel?” Drew interrupts. Joel can see the protectiveness in his features, can see it in the way he stands, but still, Drew is showing respect. 

“Drew, I–” 

“She deserves the world,” Drew sighs. “So, tell me… Do you love her?

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Fuck you

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): dom!yandere!ghostface!billy loomis x shy!sarcastic!sub!fem!reader x dom!yandere!ghostface!sidney prescott

Warning(s): non con/rape, dub con, knife play, overstimulation, murder, blood, swearing, violence, mommy kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, slight public sex, innocence kink, reader goes into sub space, choking, hairpulling, fingering (r receiving), face sitting (sidney receiving), floor sex, hate/angry sex, drugging, ownership kink

Summary: when reader finds out that her best friends are the ones who killed her parents and Tatum & Stu, reader feels more hate towards them than ever. But all they've ever felt is obsessed with her. So they keep her with them forever

A/N: this is my first fic and of course its dark as shit so beware. Give me some much needed feedback and let me know how y'all feel! (I listened to Teddy Bear & Tag You're It by Melanie Martinez for the beginning and Shameless by Camila Cabello during the smut scene. Just if you want, it helps make the story more vivid and lucid)

(Pics from Pinterest)

"Tate? Ready to go?" I yell up the stairs. "You're taking a trillion years Tatum!" "One sec!" She calls back down. "Jesus, Tate! Its just a party, not prom. Sid, come back me up!" "Tate, hurry up." Sidney says without even looking over so used to our arguing. I turn when I hear footsteps thudding down the stairs, Tatum ready to go. "Finally!" I groan, grabbing her hand to pull her out the door, where Dewey has been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes now. "Wait! How do I look, Y/N?" "Gorgeous, as always. Even if you show up in a ratty old house dress, you'd still look gorgeous. So I don't understand why you need an hour to get ready."

Tatum gives me a kiss on the lips as Sid walks over. "Its called preparation, Y/N." Tatum and I weren't dating but we've been best friends since kindergarten. We've kissed as friends since we were 13. Some of her boyfriends had a problem with it, but Stu didn't care. He knew Tatum and I were besties, nothing more. As we walked out the door, I didn't notice Sidney glaring at Tate in anger and jealously while we held hands.

We pulled into the street across from Stu's house as Dewey climbs out and opens the door for Sid. I slide out after her and Tate after me. "Be careful. I'll be over here, talking to Gale and looking around, ok?" "Yeah, ok Dewey boy." Tatum says, dragging me inside where Stu was greeting people at the door. "Y/N! Welcome to my humble castle." "Seriously Stu, don't put any effort into the theatrics." I smile, giving him a side hug as Tate and Sid walks in and I stay with Stu, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" Tatum asks. "No, that's alright. Thanks anyways. Be careful." I tell her, turning back to continue my conversation with Stu about the recent kills that have been happening in Woodsboro. About 5 minutes later, Billy pops out of nowhere at the door. "Jesus Christ Billy boy. I'm gonna get you a cow bell or something so you can't sneak up on me anymore." I laugh, smiling and giving him a hug as I go to find Sid and Tate. "Hey Sid, have you seen Tatum anywhere?" "Um, no I haven't. You wanna come upstairs and breathe in peace without any screaming or anything?" "Sure" I say, bounding up the stairs.

I take a nice big deep breath as I flop down onto Stu's parents bed. "Thanks Sid. You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even know I need it." "I know babydoll. Its what I'm here for." I blush ay the nickname and just laugh it off. I can't help but get flustered at how she stands between my legs and looks down at me. No. I'm single and I'm not looking to mingle. I sit up quickly, looking up at Sidney. "Well thanks again Sid. I needed this but I should probably go downstairs, finish the movie, find Tate, y'know?" "Hmm" she nods. As I stand up, I realize she hasn't backed up. We're so close I can feel her everywhere, our lips inches apart. "Well, bye Sidney!" I call, bounding out the door.

So that was weird. I'll just find Tate and finish the movie. "Hey, Randy! Where is everyone?" I question him as I walk into the living room, seeing it empty. "Oh there was this phone call about Principal Himbry has been killed and is hanging from a football post or something." I jump onto the couch next to him. "You think its true?" I ask. "Maybe. I don't really care though. I just wanna finish the movie." "Alright." I nod, standing. "Where ya going?" "To find Tatum or Billy or Sid or Stu. I'll be right back." Randy's head jerks to look at me. "Kidding Rand. Kinda." "Jesus, Y/N." I laugh as I walk up the stairs to see if Tate and Stu are fucking in a room somewhere like they usually are.

I open the door to Stu's bedroom and walk in with my hand covering my eyes, just in case. "Stu? Tatum? Y'all in here." Suddenly, I hear a loud slicing sound and a gargled shout. "Y/N!" I move my hand and see the Ghostface killer in the mask and Sid laying stabbed on the bed. "Oh shit." I say, turning and running as the killer bounds over the bed towards me. "Motherfucker! I'm too young to die! Shit! Ow! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I scream as I run around the house, locking door and creating obstacles along the way. "I am way too out of shape for this shit! Can I have a headstart? Bitch! Randy! Stu! Billy! Tatum? Anybody? Fuck!"

I run into a room with a window and I lay the ironing board across the bottom of the door. "Asshole" I say, clamoring out of the window. I feel someone grab my shoulder as they try to pull me back in. "Bitch!" I yell, jumping as I swing my fist back, hitting them in the face. I groan as I roll off of the boat and land on the concrete. I look up at the garage door and scream and choke out a sob as I see my childhood best friend hanging, dead, from the garage door. I stand back up as I run to the news van parked outside. I bang on the door as the camera man, Kenny opens it and I climb in, slamming the door behind me. I look at the cameras set up and I see Ghostface creeping up behind Randy, preparing to stab him.

"Fuck! Move Randy! Move!" "Move kid!" Kenny jumps out of the van to go inside but I notice the front door is open. I watch the footage of the killer running outside, leaving Randy. "Shit! He's-" I'm cut off with a slicing sound as blood spurts from Kenny's neck. I scream and let out a string of curse words as I clamor out the back hole of the news van. I glance around, not seeing the killer but I see Dewey. "Dewey! Randy! He's inside! The killer is gone and I don't know where he went!" I yell, chest heaving, exhausted. "I knew I should've stayed home." The adrenaline is beginning to fade as I see Dewey walk out of the house. "Dewey! Did you-" I see a knife sticking out his back as he calls out, "run!" Before he collapsed. I see the killer standing behind him, pulls the knife out of Dewey's back and starts bolting towards me.

I start running again even though I want to lay down and cry. But I won't. I pick up speed as I think of my parents, who were also killed by Ghostface. I think about my sister, who is at home waiting for me. I think of Sidney, Billy, Tatum, Randy, and Stu. All for the people I love. After a few minutes, I slow to catch my breath and I see the van lights flashing. I wave my hands around and Gale swerves off of the road. What the fuck? I can drive better than that. Oh shit. Randy. He's still in the house. I start running back already on the brink of passing the fuck out. "Oh Randy. You better thank me for this later. I've never run this much except for the time where that big ass dog was chasing me."

I stop up at the porch and grab Dewey's gun out of his pocket, turning the safety off and pointing it as Randy and Billy come out of different directions. "Oh fuck, Y/N. We've gotta get the fuck outta here! I found Tatum and I think Billy killed her." "No I didn't, Y/N! You know me. Baby, give me the gun." He says, shoving Randy out of the way. "Back the fuck up Billy or I swear to God, I will blow your brains all over this front yard. You too Randy." They both start blabbering at once and I can't focus. "Fuck you both!" I say, slamming the door in their faces. They both continue banging on the door. "Go away! Please leave me alone." I shout, sliding down against the door, burying my head in my knees.

"Y/N?" I hear Sid ask before she tumbles down the stairs. "Oh shit. Sid, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" I ask, running over to help her. She hobbles to the door and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. It's ok Y/N. I'm here now." I pass the gun slowly to her, no hesitation. That was my final mistake of the night. She opens the door and Randy comes flying in. "Holy shit. Billy's gone mad!" "We all go a little mad sometimes." Sidney turns with a smirk on her face as she shoots Randy in the shoulder. "Oh fuck." Randy says before he falls. "Sidney? What the fuck?" I yell, running over to help Randy seeing he's unconscious.

I turn and I start to run away before running straight into Billy's chest. "Billy please, help me!" He just looks down at me before pulling a voice changer and talking into it. "Surprise, Y/N." I look back at Sidney, who looks at me like what are you gonna do? Bitch. This is what the fuck I'm gonna do. I shove Billy out of my way and I run to the kitchen. Suddenly, Sidney pops out and points the gun at me. "Woah. Woah. Calm down there princess." I back slowly towards the counter. "You fucking bitches. Oh Jesus Chris. I'm so stupid. This is all my fault. My fault."

"Honestly, sweetheart. It is. We killed all these people for you. All for you. Your parents." I choked back a cry. "Your Tatum." Sidney adds. I let out a sob. "Why? What did I do to you?" "Well, princess. You hated your parents, so we got rid of them for you." "But I love Tate." "No! You don't love her. You love us." She told me, picking up the knife from Billy and tracing it down my cheek. The adrenaline from the nights events is wearing off and I begin to actually register what I've done. What I've seen. Sidney stands in front of me and Billy has his head on her shoulder.

"Why? Why me?" "Because we love you, sweetheart" I break down for the first time that night, falling into Sidney's arms as I sob. "Get away from me. Leave me alone. Please!" I start to hyperventilate as I think of Tatum and my parents being brutally murdered. And it was all my fault. My fault that Dewey was stabbed. My fault Randy was shot. I fall to my knees, sobbing. I'm having a panic attack. I haven't had one this bad since I got the news my parents were found. "In and out. In and out. Come on, Y/N. Breathe. In and out." I hear Tatum's voice guiding me as I calm myself.

I stand, looking at the two people who sat with me after my parents died, comforting me, helping me through it when in reality, it was them who caused it. All the pain I feel. It was them. I don't see friends anymore. I see targets. I grab a knife off of the counter and feel it in my hand. Can I really kill them? I love them. But not as much as I love Tatum. Or mom and dad. I don't see Billy so tackle Sid and pin her. Who knew wrestling would come in handy. I pin the knife to her neck and look at her. She's so much prettier up close. "You won't do it, baby girl. You can't." I press the knife down harder as she stares into my eyes.

"Do it."

I raise the knife then drop it with a loud groan of frustration. "Why can't I do it?" I ask myself. I feel myself being suddenly jerked back and something cold being pressed on my black short dress and breasts. "Because you love this. You love all of it. I bet if I stuck my hand down your dress, your panties would be soaked. Sidney, would you like to check?" "Hmm" she nodded, sticking her hand up my dress and brushing them over my pulsing pussy. "Soaked, Billy." I whimper as Billy slits my dress in half, Sidney ripping it off. I realize the position I'm in. I'm straddling Sidney and Billy is holding a knife off to my left.

I'm left in my black bra and panties set and my thigh high stockings. "These fucking stockings, pretty girl. Everyday, you wear these stupid fucking stockings and everyday, I wanna fuck the shit outta you every time I see you in them." I let out a soft whine as I hear Billy's words and I feel Sidney's thumb circling my clit slowly through my underwear. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my back on the floor and Sidney's by my head, sticking her fingers down the back of my throat. Then, Billy comes up towards my face and I see his cock. That won't fit inside me. In my mouth or my pussy. "Suck it like a slut." He orders as I take his dick in my mouth as to avoid him getting angry.

I moan around his cock as I feel Sid's fingers slide deep inside my cunt, deeper then mine could reach. I suck harder on Billy's dick as he begins thrusting, hitting the back of my throat and groaning at the feeling of me gagging around his dick. Sidney starts pistoning her fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I reach down to grab her fingers to slow her down. "Oh now now baby doll. You were doing so good for mommy and daddy. Move your hands." Sid commands, slapping my hands away as she continues pistoning her fingers quickly, in and out.

"Fuck" Billy groans as something goes down my throat. "Swallow." I swallow obediently and look up innocently at Billy. "So good for daddy and mommy baby." My pussy clenches harder around Sidney's fingers as I arch my back and let out a loud moan as I cum for the first of many times tonight. "Good girl." Billy comes and trades places with Sidney as Sidney comes to straddle my face. Billy starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt as he starts to push his dick inside my dripping pussy. It won't fit. It won't fit. I'm a virgin! But then he pushes himself all the way in to the hilt as I let out a scream.

He reaches up and chokes me, not enough to where I can't breathe, but just enough to where I reach that fuzzy feeling and drift off into subspace and stopped screaming. Sidney begins riding my face and making out with Billy as he thrusts in and out of my cunt so hard, I see stars and a quickly approaching 2nd orgasm. I let out a cry as I cum for the second time. Shortly after, Sidney comes and I drink all of her juices like a good girl. Sidney sits back and watches and plays with my nipples as Billy's dick disappears in and out of my pussy, his cock coated in red from my blood. Billy pinches my pulsing clit, hard as I cum for a third time.

"Please! No more! No more! Can't take anymore daddy, mommy. Fuck, please no more." "Oh come on, princess. Be a good girl and give mommy and daddy one more. One more. Then you can suck. Ok?" Sidney says as I come again, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hoarse voice screaming mommy and daddy, the tears streaking down my cheeks, all sends Billy over the edge. "We fucking own you. You fucking belong to us, Y/N." Billy groans out. After Billy pulls out of my dripping wet cunt with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and my blood, Sidney cradles me in her lap and let's me suck on her nipple, praising me while Billy goes to get something. I'm not registering anything that's happening except for the good girls and the I'm so proud of yous.

"Good girl. You're mommy's good girl, aren't you Y/N? Mommy's so proud of you. You were so good for mommy and daddy." Billy leans down and gives Sidney a quick kiss. Sidney leans down and kisses me, slipping her tongue in my mouth along with a little pill. "Mommy? What was that?" I asked, starting to feel sleepy. "Just something that will help us to bring you home easier." "Mommy? Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" They say in unison. I bury my head into Sidney's breasts as I mumble two words.

"Fuck you"

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AFTER SCHOOL !!

Kamaboko Trio x Afab - 3rd years (1)

SKIT: Hangouts after school are always untamed

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The school bell rings, Y/n quickly packed up her things and began to help clean the classroom like everyone else. Her classmate Murata helped her sweep the floors while everyone put the chair on the desk folded upside down. “Hey, Y/n!” Murata waved a hand to her, she looked up off the ground and wave back with a cheery smile, “Hey!”

“Do you have any plans today after school?” He asked as they both continued to sweep the floors, “Yeah I’m gonna meet Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu at the mall if you’d like to join?” Y/n asked as she occasionally looked at Murata, “Hmm I don’t think I can, maybe some other time.” He smiled at her and she returned it.

- Meanwhile -

“Whatever, she’ll catch up!” Inosuke said in his husked voice as he was walking backwards, leaning on one foot his other lifted a little too high and he almost fell, he caught himself before he could fall. Zenitsu and Tanjiro looked at each other before shrugging and closing their eyes, “Whatever you say.” They said at the same time.

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Later that day around 3:00, Y/n had finally made it to the mall. She pulled out her phone and texted Tanjiro, [Hey I’m here! Where are you guys?]

Tanjiro’s phone chimed, he pulled it out of his uniform pocket, [Hey! We’re at the food court, Inosuke got hungry.]

Y/n giggles to herself before texting back, [Ok!]

She made it to the food court and saw the boys hanging out they all looked over at Y/n who was walking towards them, they put the piece sign up like usual, Inosuke did so with food in his mouth and crumbs on his lips and cheeks.

Y/n put the sign up as well as she smiled. “So where should we go first?” She asked as the guys got up, they all started to walk around the mall. “Well..I’ve actually been needing a new white button up.” Zenitsu suggested, “Perfect! We can go to Macy’s first.” Tanjiro adds. They all agree and Inosuke finishes off his sweets before throwing the rappers in a trash can nearby.

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“Look this one looks nice!” Tanjiro showed off a nice fancy white button up shirt with a high collar. Zenitsu’s face slummed at the sight, “Meh it’s too fancy, I’m just looking for a basic school shirt. Ya know like the polo ones?” Zenitsu announced, Y/n and Tanjiro nodded.

Inosuke had found the perfect one, “How about this!?” Inosuke announced proudly as he held it by the short sleeves, Zenitsu smiled brightly but his face turned back to the same slumber when he saw the previous shirt. “Uh, is that a stain?” Zenitsu questioned as he pointed his index finger to the white tee.

“Oh I think it is.” Y/n added, Tanjiro nodded in agreement. “It’s a chocolate stain. Looks brand new too.” Zenitsu inches closer to the shirt then his eyes darted up at Inosuke’s hands. “Inosuke..did you clean your hands before coming into the store?” Zenitsu questioned as he placed his head closrer to Ino’s.

Inosuke looked panicked almost, “Uh, no..?” Zenitsu’s face look irritated; he then let out a sigh. “Let’s go pay for it, I’m sure the stains will come out anyway.” Zenitsu spoke in a monotone voice, as they walked to the register Y/n put a hand over Zenitsu’s shoulder and flashed a gentle smile, he returned it.

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“So I’ll see you guys again tomorrow for movie night?” Y/n asked with a sure smile on her face, the boys nodded and waved her off as she crossed the street to her house.

“See you tomorrow!” Tanjiro shouted as Y/n unlocked the door to her house, “Bye!” Zenitsu shouted, “Better not get scared tomorrow night!” Inosuke shouted with a smirk as he crossed his arms. You laugh a bit with a smile then waved to them once again before closing your door.

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[supernovafics]

series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: asshole!steve, explicit language, mentions of alcohol

summary: somehow your life becomes equivalent to a friday the 13th type of horror movie. there's no serial killer or any murders happening, but the day is full of so many problems that it feels like you'll never get out of this shitstorm

CHAPTER TWO | ❝𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆❞

It had to have been because of something you’d done in a past life. Perhaps you were a murderer or committed other horrific crimes. 

In your head, that was the only thing that could explain why today had been the shittiest and most hectic day you’d probably ever had. And even though you were only halfway through this godforsaken Friday, you knew that nothing would ever be able to top it. 

You were hit with issue after issue, and when you solved one thing it seemed as if three more popped up. It felt like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole. 

And just when you thought you could finally have somewhat of a breather, you were bombarded by a production intern bawling her eyes out. She had made a mistake earlier that day that she was still feeling pretty emotional about; she put the wrong time on the call sheet for Monday and printed and handed out copies with the typo. It wasn’t that big of a deal or the most detrimental mistake that could’ve been made— in fact, with one quick announcement and some reprints the problem had been fixed— but you could understand why she was upset about it. 

“It’s okay, alright? Please stop crying, Hannah.”

“I’m sorry,” She said with a sniffle. “I just really wanna do a good job and I know I haven't been, and I really don’t wanna get fired.”

You were about to reassure her once again but you were interrupted by a PA tapping your shoulder to grab your attention. 

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I have Steve’s lunch order that you asked me to pick up,” He said. 

“No, no, you’re fine. Thank you so much,” You said, actually completely thankful for the interruption. You grabbed the outstretched bag from him and then looked at Hannah again. “You only made one mistake. I promise it’s okay, and you’re not getting fired.” 

She nodded and you gave her one more reassuring smile before you rushed off in the direction of Steve’s trailer, quickly glancing through the bag to make sure that the order was right as you sped walked to the completely other side of the set. 

“You’re late,” Was the first thing he said to you when he opened the door. 

You briefly glanced down at your watch; 12:05pm. You were only five stupid minutes late, but of course he was annoyed at you. “The day has been really hectic and–”

He shook his head at you before you could finish. “I don’t really care.”

There was a lot you wanted to respond back with, but you held it back.

“Got it,” You said instead as you handed him his food and started walking away before he could close the door in your face. 

It had only been two weeks since filming started and it was pretty clear that neither of you liked each other. He definitely didn’t like you, for reasons that you assumed were because he didn’t like anyone and he was somehow physically incapable of being nice. And in return, you decided to just not like him back because you couldn’t care enough to do anything to try and make him like you. Mainly because trying to do so felt like an impossible feat in itself, and also because you quickly came to the decision that he didn’t deserve your genuine niceness. 

Barely a minute after you’d walked away from Steve’s trailer, you were summoned by the lighting department to help handle an issue they were having. It truly seemed as if you would never get a break. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Way too many hours, and a shit ton of more problems to fix later, you were finally home. And after the longest shower ever, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn on your coffee table in front of you next to a bottle of wine that was moments away from being opened. 

Your plan was to watch the worst reality TV show you could find and laugh at it until you fell asleep, and you knew that because of how exhausted you were from the day it would probably happen within the hour. And you didn’t even feel the tiniest bit embarrassed that you’d be going to bed before ten o’clock on a Friday night. 

You were only a few minutes into a show called Love on the Mountain and hadn’t even poured your first glass of wine before your phone started ringing. 

A part of you truly wanted to ignore the call because you could only assume that it was work related, and you wanted to hope that whatever it was about could wait until tomorrow, or hopefully even Monday. But, of course, the part of you that could almost never turn your work brain off needed to look at who was calling. 

You regretted it almost immediately when you saw Steve’s name lighting up your screen.  

You wondered why he could possibly be calling you right then, and then as if the universe was simultaneously screaming and laughing at you, you looked around and your eyes immediately landed on the big yellow envelope that contained the script rewrites Steve needed to have sticking out of your tote bag that was sitting on your small dining room table that at most times doubled as a work desk. 

Fuck.

You were supposed to give the script rewrites to him, or at least put them in his trailer before you left for the day, because they were for all of the scenes that were filming on Monday, but it had completely slipped your mind. 

You answered the phone and then shut your eyes. “Sorry, I already know you’re calling about the script rewrites. It completely slipped my mind. When do you want me to give them to you?”

“I would’ve really liked them hours ago,” He said, the annoyance unsurprisingly very clear in his tone.

This was the only time you could actually understand him being annoyed at you, but hearing how pissed he sounded still managed to piss you off just the same. 

You inwardly let out a long breath. “I can bring them now.” 

He didn’t say anything in response to that, and instead hung up. Barely a minute later, your phone pinged with a text from him that was simply his address. 

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When you walked into Steve’s apartment building, you were met with the sight of a man standing behind a front desk. It was always easy to tell that you were at an expensive apartment building in LA when the lobby felt eerily similar to a hotel. Your building didn’t even have a lobby; there was just a hallway that led to some insanely small elevators. 

You gave a small wave to the man and then showed the yellow envelope. “Hi, I have this for Steve Harrington.”

The front desk man, whose name tag read James, nodded at you. “Yes, he told me to expect someone coming to bring something for him. You can go right up.”

“Can I just leave this here with you?” You asked because you did not want to have any sort of an interaction with Steve right then; what you really wanted was to get back home. 

“Usually with most packages, yes. But for this, Mr. Harrington told me that he wanted you to bring it up.”

Of course, he did. And you knew the exact reason why he was doing this was so that he could say some sort of shitty comment to you about this mistake you made since he apparently hadn’t done enough of that on the phone before he hung up on you.

“Is there a bathroom I can use first before I head up?”

James gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, the bathroom in the lobby is for residents only, and management is really strict about that rule.”

“Okay,” You responded with a small sigh. “What floor is Steve on and what’s his apartment number?” 

“He’s at the Penthouse, so you’ll just press PH and his place is the only one up there.”

You nodded at that before heading to the elevators. On the entirety of the ride up to the top floor, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever Steve would say to you, and you also pushed your need to pee far away. 

Your knuckles rapped against his door in three quick knocks and after making you wait for an unbearably long minute— which felt so much longer than just a minute and almost made you think that you’d somehow ended up at the wrong apartment— Steve opened it.

“Here are the script rewrites,” You said and you held out the envelope for him to take. 

“Thank you,” Steve said, his voice unmistakingly condescending, as he grabbed the envelope from you. It was actually kind of fitting that the first time he ever said a “thank you” to you was in a sarcastic way. “Sorry for making you do your job.” 

Apparently, the mental preparation you’d done on the elevator had been no help at all because his words in that moment irritated you more than anything else he had ever said to you. 

You were at your breaking point for dealing with all of his shitty remarks pretty much every day for the past two weeks and giving him nothing back in response. You’d continuously swallowed down everything you had wanted to respond to his comments with, but right then, it was as if every other annoying thing you’d dealt with from the day was bubbling over, and for once you actually couldn’t hold back. 

“Oh yeah, no problem,” You said, easily matching his sarcasm. “I actually did this all on purpose because today has been the absolute worst day ever and I wanted to make it even worse by talking to you right now. Honestly, the perfect way to end this shitty Friday.” 

You almost felt bad for everything you’d said, maybe that outburst was a bit much, but then for the briefest of moments you could’ve sworn that one side of his mouth quirked upward in something that resembled the tiniest of smiles before he simply looked at you with the straightest face you’d ever seen. It was hard to feel bad for what you said when, at least for a millisecond, he seemed somewhat amused by it. 

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You expected him to say something in response to your comeback, but he began closing the door instead. Of course, right then was when your need to pee decided to come back. 

“Wait.” You said, placing a hand on the door before he fully closed it. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“No,” He said and then finished shutting the door. 

“Okay, I’m sorry for what I just said,” You said, making your voice loud enough so he could hear you through the door. It was actually a bit easier to apologize without having to look at him. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

His response came barely a second later. “Still no.”

You were so close to letting go, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last on the twenty minute drive back to your place, which could potentially be pushed to thirty minutes depending on how terrible LA traffic decided to be right then. Therefore, you knew you had to keep trying. But you also knew that you’d rather pee your pants than beg Steve Harrington for anything, so you weren’t going to say one “please” to him. 

“Come on. The guy in the lobby said that I can’t use the one down there because of some management rule.”

Steve didn’t say anything to that so you decided to continue. 

“If I die of a bladder infection, you’ll get stuck with a random PA as an assistant for the rest of filming, and you’ll probably hate them more than you hate me. Also, if I die I promise I will haunt you so much.” 

It would’ve made sense to assume that he walked away from the door by then, probably to his bedroom or somewhere else far away from where he could potentially hear anything you were saying. But, something told you he was at least still lingering by it. 

“Steve?”

Finally, he decided to say something. “You’re not gonna leave, are you?”

You almost laughed at how annoyed he sounded. “No, so unless you wanna get blamed for me dying outside of your door, you should just let me use your bathroom.”

You heard something that sounded like a cross between a scoff and an actual laugh, and then moments later, the door opened and he let you inside. 

You refused to admire anything about his apartment as you walked in. Not the phenomenal looking kitchen that had a huge white marble island in the center of it. Not the living room area that had a huge television hanging on the wall and an even bigger white couch that looked way too soft and inviting. And definitely not the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a beautiful view of the city; you could even see the fucking Hollywood sign lit up in the distance.

There was nothing you admired about his apartment. In fact, you kind of hated the place. 

And you were also a huge liar. 

“The guest bathroom is down the hall,” Steve told you. “The door on the left.”

You nodded at that, avoiding eye contact with him because you didn’t want him to see how enamored you were with his apartment; you were sure that it was written all over your face. 

You headed to the bathroom, which for just a guest bathroom seemed way too big, and it simply became another thing that you upsettingly liked about the place. 

After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror and were quickly reminded that you hadn’t cared to change out of your pajamas before leaving your apartment, so you still had on a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt from high school that had faded letters and random bleach spots. The only thing you added to your outfit was a zip up hoodie because it was actually a little chilly outside, and you now zipped it up because you felt embarrassed about your shirt, even though Steve had definitely already seen it. 

You finished washing your hands and then left the bathroom. You saw Steve leaning against the kitchen island, already looking at the script you’d given him. 

“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom,” You said as you started heading toward the door. “See you Monday.” 

He only nodded at you and didn’t say anything else before you opened the door and left. 

When you were in your car, your phone pinged with a text from him. 

Steve: Let’s try not to have anymore fuck ups next week, okay?  

You rolled your eyes at his message. 

You: Sorry but I’m already planning to fuck up your coffee order on Monday so yeah…

Steve: Really great joke.  

It was almost too easy to read the text in his usual sarcastic tone. 

You: Not a joke. 

You were close to leaving the conversation there; putting your phone down and ignoring whatever else he’d say to you as you drove home to finally have the night that you wanted to have. However, there was something about him now seeing you as bad at your job because of this one mistake you made that didn’t sit well with you. 

You pressed the call button on his contact name before you could think better of it. 

He answered on the third ring. “What?”

“I always do my job well, by the way,” You told him. “Today was a shitty day and it was actually a bit hard to juggle your shit with the other shit being thrown at me, so the script rewrites completely slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. But, it won’t happen again.” 

You expected him to immediately hang up on you like he did with all of your other calls because none of them ever had an actual ending, but he didn’t hang up. Instead, he simply said, “Okay,” and then ended the call. You had a feeling that that was probably the closest you’d ever get to getting any sort of a “goodbye” while on the phone with him.

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My Heart Belongs to Daddy, part iv, modern!Aemond

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist // For fear that you'll find out, how I'm imagining you

modern!Aemond x step-daughter

Warnings: 18+, smut, cursed dinner party, toxic family dynamics, Targaryen men being the worst

Words: 5700

A/n: Also available to read on AO3. And I made a Series Playlist :)

Over the last two months, finishing her thesis, taking exams, sending off masters applications and keeping track of a boyfriend has left little room in her mind for Aemond Targaryen.

For the last month or so she’s hardly even seen him. On the weekdays she gets up early and spends all day in the library. On the weekends she goes to Cregan’s place in central. He goes to the gym with Jace on Saturday morning and on Sundays he usually has a rugby match. Between that they watch movies in his room, go for drinks with his friends and sometimes she drags him around her favourite museums. 

The sex is good. For a bulky guy with a nose piercing and sleeve tattoos of wolves and weirwood trees, Cregan is surprisingly gentle. He makes her cum on his tongue, then he leans over to fuck her with his hands pressed into the mattress, looking between her eyes and the space where their bodies meet. He doesn’t say much, a few strained “oh Gods” and a grunted “fuck” when he comes. When they’re done he falls into the bed beside her, throwing an arm around her while he rambles about whatever happens to be on his mind, exams, internships, summer plans…

She’s happy to rest her head against him, listening to the humming of his chest as he speaks, letting it lull her as she slips into her own mind. Sometimes she still feels a little empty when it’s over and doesn’t have the energy to go for another round. She puts it down to stress. Or hormones. Or something. 

Now, being on the other side of everything she realises time is passing too quickly for her liking. 

Joan Jett blasts through the car speakers while Alys and Cregan go on about the season finale of some drama series she’s not kept up with.

Alys loves Cregan. Everyone loves Cregan because he’s a people person. He speaks to everyone he meets like they’re already lifelong friends and he has a remarkable talent for finding common interests. If she were cynical she would say he’s palatable.

The weather has been perfect so far, bright and sunny but with enough of a breeze that the heat isn’t unbearable. Ideal for the graduation ceremony.

She looks through the recent photos in her phone. She took a few nice ones of the Sept, the nave lined with columns and towering statues of the Seven watching over the cohort of students in red and black robes. She keeps swiping through photos of her and some of her classmates on the front steps tossing their hats in the air, a few of her and Joanna, one of her and Cregan, and one of her and Alys. 

Sometimes she thinks she looks nothing like her mother, but when they smile they look strikingly similar.

Everything had paid off in the end, the study dates with Joanna, the all-nighters, the last minute breakdowns crying over the kitchen counter with Alys. But she’s proud that she did it all on her own. Especially given how helpful Aemond had been last year. Just thinking about it makes her heart sink.

He’d been living with them for a few months by then. They were comfortable with each other, existing in the same spaces, eating dinner and watching movies together when Alys was out or working late. 

Sometimes he’d put his arm around the back of the sofa, letting her lean into him while they watched 90s thrillers, leaning into her every so often to make a joke or a profound observation. They could analyse movies forever, staying up late until their eyes were tired, leaning in closer and closer and never really realising it.

And then when exams came around, the stress just got to her. “It’s half the suffering,” Alys insisted, “you’re not doing yourself any favours, so don’t do it.” Easier said than done. 

There was one particular module on Conflicts in the Modern Era that was chipping away at her sanity. It was her last exam of the year and every time she went over her notes she just felt hopeless.

Aemond offered to help her study. He had loads of notes and old assignments on his laptop from his undergrad and his masters. They spent hours in the dining room, going over readings and practice questions.

He would sit next to her, leaning over every so often to read through what she was working on. Every hand on her shoulder, every reassuring “hmm,” or utterance of “good girl,” when she got something right sent shivers down her spine.

She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t exactly want it to stop.

The exam ended up going a lot better than she anticipated. She opened the paper and instantly saw that, by some miracle, there were a few questions similar to the ones she had done with Aemond.

She came home ecstatic. Alys was at work but Aemond was home, loitering in the kitchen. She practically leapt into his arms when she saw him, telling him every detail she could think of with a huge smile on her face.

Aemond’s hands settled on her waist. He leaned into her until all she could see were his bright, blue eyes. “I’m so proud of you baby,” he said in a voice that made her breathless.

He leaned in further until his lips were on hers, soft and warm, kissing her tentatively. She thought it might be over quickly, until she reached up, teasing her fingertips over the nape of his neck while his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer, kissing her deeper.

When they pulled away, both a little breathless, he rested his forehead against her and smiled. She smiled back.

But she snaps out of that trance when she realises they’re pulling into the driveway.

She looks across at Alys for a moment, laughing at something Cregan just said.

Her chest feels like it might crush under the weight of it all, but time presses on and things seem to be moving forward for the better. She’s happy with Cregan. Who wouldn’t be? He’s funny, smart, maybe a little over confident at times but she can forgive that. And she’s got the whole summer before she starts her masters. With Cregan in the picture she figured she might as well stay at KLU. He’s been trying to convince her to move in the flat with him. There’s no reason not to, it’s close to campus, his flatmates are nice and they seem to keep the place clean. She keeps saying she’ll think about it.

He reaches for her hand as Alys leads them through the front door.

The house looks immaculate and it fills her with dread. 

Alys has decided to use her graduation as an opportunity to host a family dinner. Maybe she’s intending it to be a grand offering of peace, maybe she just wants to show off, or maybe she’s just lost her mind because putting two halves of a warring family in the same room seems like a disaster waiting to happen. Not to mention she’ll have to introduce everyone to Cregan. 

The dreamy rhythm of a Mazzy Star song drifts from the kitchen. Aemond is leaning over the counter, in a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, prepping a rack of lamb. She tries not to look at his hands as he takes pinches of salt, pepper and spices between his fingers.

Alys heads straight for the vodka, offering a round of martinis before the dreaded guests arrive.

She and Cregan both decline politely, and when Alys turns to Aemond he purses his lips. “I don’t drink vodka martinis.”

Alys rolls her eyes. “Thinks he’s so sophisticated,” she says to Cregan. 

Cregan chuckles and plants a light kiss to her cheek, muttering about taking a shower and disappears down the hall.

Her eyes meet Aemond’s for a moment. He smiles sincerely. He’s playing one of her favourite songs.

She tells her mother she’s going to get dressed, and feels Aemond’s eyes following her as she heads upstairs.

When she gets to her room she puts her graduation robes on a hanger and lies on the bed in the black slip dress she wore underneath. Something’s pressing awkwardly into her back, Cregan’s jeans and t-shirt. She tosses them across the room and falls back against the mattress, staring at the ceiling and listening to the hum of the shower.

Is it unfair to hate someone for listening to a song? Did he remember it was her favourite or was it a lucky guess? Maybe he was trying to tease her, or else it could have just been a coincidence, but that doesn’t seem like him. Aemond rarely does anything accidentally.

Cregan saunters in with a towel around his hips. He looks down at his clothes on the floor in front of the door. “Not where I left them,” he mutters.

She pretends not to hear him.

He gets dressed quickly, all he has to do is put on his jeans and clean white shirt. 

“How many people are coming tonight?” He asks, spraying some perfume on his pulse points.

She keeps her eyes on the ceiling. “Viserys, Alicent, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jace, Baela, Aegon and Helaena.” Luke and Rhaena were going to stay home with Joffrey, and Daeron would still be in Sunspear until the end of the month. Just as well, there would already be too many people to keep track of.

“I hear some of the family stuff from Jace,” Cregan says, “sounds like a mess.”

She hums to herself. “Oh, you have no idea.”

She takes her hair out of its low bun and fixes it into a more casual look, leaving it mostly loose but out of her face. Her makeup has managed to survive the day pretty well. She touches up her blush and wipes away her lipstick, applying a sweet tasting cherry lipbalm instead.

When they reappear in the kitchen Alys is nowhere to be found but Aegon and Helaena have already arrived. 

Aegon and Cregan pair up nicely, swigging bottles of beer while Aemond pours out three gin and tonics.

She compliments Helaena’s patterned skirt and red boots. In return she admires her dress. “You two are matching,” she says, as Aemond hands them both their drinks.

He raises his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth are tight. “Happy coincidence.”

“Black’s not exactly a fashion statement,” she adds, taking a sip. 

Aemond hums in agreement.

She takes a breath to relieve the tension in her shoulders. “How are you doing?” She asks Helaena, “didn’t get much of a chance to talk to you at the wedding.”

Helaena’s doing a PhD in Etymology at Highgarden, between that and her various art projects she seems happy, but something’s off. She’s never exactly been outgoing but she seems particularly timid, wide eyes darting constantly to Aemond and Aegon. She’s nervous, but in all fairness they all are. Or they should be.

While Helaena goes on about species of butterflies, she finds her attention almost completely on Aemond, his hand gripping his glass in the corner of her eye, the sound of his breath, those well timed hums and the smell of his aftershave. She takes another sip of her drink to steady her nerves, hoping neither of them notice her hand trembling as she brings the glass to her lips. 

Eventually Alys waltzes in with Rhaenyra, Daemon, Baela and Jace following behind her. That seems like a good opportunity to escape. She goes to hug Jace and Baela, and follows them when they go to stand with Aegon and Cregan. 

The tension is palpable, Alys having a stiff conversation with Rhaenyra, Daemon lurking at the edge of the room with a glass of whisky, and Jace stealing glances over her shoulder, at Aemond and Helaena.

She catches whispers of their conversation but nothing tangible. 

“What’s your problem?” Baela hisses to Jace. 

He tuts. “He’s staring daggers at me, fuck’s sake.”

Aegon’s lips thin. He excuses himself curtly and joins his siblings by the glass doors to the garden. 

Their little group falls to an uneasy silence. 

“Well done, dickhead,” Baela says, rolling her eyes.

Cregan gives her a confused look. She puts her hand on his shoulder and comes onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “I’ll show you the powerpoint presentation later.”

Somehow the mood only gets colder when Viserys and Alicent walk through the door. It’s almost pitiful, watching Rhaenyra and Daemon trying to win his attention while Alicent keeps her hand on her husband’s shoulder, muttering into his ear whenever she can.

Not speaking to Aemond has meant she’s mostly been out of the loop, but she can guess they’ve not moved past the dispute over Viserys’ will.

Helaena and Aegon both go to greet their parents. It’s cordial at best, light hugs and pecks on the cheek, and Viserys shakes Aegon’s hand like this is the first time they’ve met. Aemond doesn’t go near them.

The lack of warmth is only more noticeable when Viserys greets Jace and Baela with open arms and a pleasant smile. He hugs her too, congratulating her— after all that is why they’re here— and shakes Cregan’s hand firmly.

She catches Aegon’s eye over his father’s shoulder. He frowns, almost comically and goes to find another bottle of beer.

Before long Alys ushers them all into the dining room.

Alys and Viserys sit at the two heads of the table and the others fill in around them. When they see Alicent has taken the seat to Viserys’ right, Rhaenyra and Daemon move to the other end of the table. Helaena sits next to her dad and they both smile vaguely. Aemond, rather diplomatically, takes a central seat between Aegon and Rhaenyra. 

In an attempt to avoid sitting across from either of his uncles, Jace settles next to Alys, and once Cregan sits next to him, the only free seat is directly opposite Aemond. She sits down without a fuss.

Once everyone is a bit more settled, Aemond and Alys go back to the kitchen to bring in small plates of salad and seared tuna.

It starts off with smalltalk. Cregan and Jace are muttering to each other on her left, while Baela and Helaena have a friendly catch up to her right, leaving her to prod at her starter, waiting for an appetite to appear.

She doesn’t dare to look up past the space in front of her plate, or the pair of eyes she can feel burning into her.

Once they’re finished, the plates are whisked away and Aemond presents them with lamb chops, fondant potatoes and summer greens, while Alys pours out glasses of red wine. 

Viserys’ knife scratches against his plate as he carves into the meat. “Really excellent lamb, Alys.”

“Aemond did the food,” she says.

He pauses, looks down at his plate and carries on eating.

She hears Jace whispering something into Cregan’s ear and they both grunt in amusement.

“Something funny?” Aegon asks sharply, reaching for his glass.

She finally looks across the table. Aegon’s face is a dangerous mix of anger and anticipation.

“Just admiring Aemond’s culinary skills,” Jace muses, spearing a cut of lamb on his fork, “didn’t realise he’d gone domestic.”

“Jacaerys,” Rhaenyra hisses.

Aegon huffs but keeps his mouth shut with a stern look from Aemond.

Viserys’ attention suddenly latches onto his grandson. The rest of the table falls quiet while he asks Jace about his exam results. 65 average. Just a few marks off a first.

Aegon nudges his brother but Aemond doesn’t react. 

Their father seems to notice. “Jacaerys is shadowing me for the summer,” he says pointedly. 

Aegon finishes off his glass and immediately refills it.

“Not coming to Dragonstone, then?” Helaena pipes up in a brighter tone, leaning to look at Jace.

The ancestral home of the Targaryen family, a beautiful estate along the coast outside the city. It’s more of a castle than a house really, passed down the generations over centuries. They use it as a holiday home now.

She went with the Strongs one summer. Ten weeks of beach trips, reading by the pool and fresh seafood for dinner every evening. It was the first time she really remembers meeting the Targaryen siblings. Aemond seemed so quiet then, always with his nose in a book. It feels like a lifetime ago now. 

Cregan’s voice in her ear takes her by surprise. “You alright?” He asks, stroking his hand along the silky black fabric on her thigh. “You looked a bit lost there for a moment.”

She can see Aemond looking at her in the corner of her eye. “I’m fine,” she says, pushing Cregan’s hand away.

“We’re just a little busy at the moment,” Rhaenyra says, “work is… hectic.”

Alicent visibly bristles. 

“Might make it down for a few weeks, if the boss lets me off,” Jace says.

“I’m excited to have you,” Viserys says, “good to get him used to the order of things nice and early.”

“Yeah, amazing what you can do when you have everything handed to you on a silver fucking platter,” Aegon says, casually taking a long draw from his glass.

Alicent and Rhaenyra look horrified. Daemon and Viserys are both clenching their fists. 

“He says as if Otto Hightower didn’t have to buy him a place at KLU,” Jace retorts.

Aegon shrugs. “So what if he did? Got the degree, didn’t I?”

“And what have you done with it?” Viserys says in a scathing voice, “bought a flat with my money. Drank and screwed your way through life with no concern for your career or your family.”

Aegon tuts. “The fuck does that mean, family?”

“Leave it,” Aemond mutters and the table settles into an uncomfortable quiet.

“At least Jace has some direction,” Viserys says, breaking the silence. For a moment his eyes dart to his wife.

Alicent’s brown eyes are wide and glassy. “And my children don’t?”

She watches Aemond’s lips flicker into a sneer before he composes himself and goes back to staring vacantly at his untouched glass.

“That’s not what I meant, love–”

Daemon chuckles quietly. “And yet…”

Alicent slams her knife against the table with a jarring clatter. “Maybe they would have amounted to something more if you had shown even the slightest bit of interest in your own children!”

A chair scrapes against the floor and Helaena’s silver hair billows behind her as she leaves the dining room.

Baela grabs her wrist and pulls her to stand. “Excuse us,” she says sweetly. Not that anyone will hear her over the shouting match brewing between Alicent and Daemon.

They find Helaena in the lounge, on the sofa, picking at her nails.

“Hey,” Baela whispers, coming to hold her hands so she stops.

Helaena looks up at them with glistening blue eyes and a trembling lip. It’s the first time she’s really seen the resemblance between her and Alicent.

Raised voices echo from down the hall. By the sounds of things Aegon and Viserys have joined in too.

Helaena releases her hands from Baela’s and presses her palms to her forehead. “I’m sorry,” she says, taking a few shallow gasps. “I just don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

Baela hums in agreement.

Tears start to trickle from her eyes. “I used to love hanging out with you and Jace and everyone. I don’t understand… what did we do wrong?”

She isn’t sure what to do. She feels so helpless just watching Helaena as she starts to cry. Baela sits next to her and puts her arm around her shoulders.

And while the arguing persists, Helaena eventually starts to calm down a little, wiping her tears on her sleeve and leaning into Baela. “We missed dessert,” she sighs.

“We have ice-cream in the freezer,” she says, “strawberry or vanilla?”

And just like that her face lights up. “Both.”

“Noted. Baela?”

Baela smiles sympathetically. “Strawberry please.”

She catches fragments of the insults being thrown around the dining room as she walks past. “Hightower leech”, “spoiled cunt”.

She sees a figure in a black shirt through the frosted glass door to the kitchen. She holds her breath as she opens the door.

Aemond is leaning over the counter, fiddling with a packet of cigarettes. He looks up as soon as he hears the door. She lets it close behind her and leans against it.

He stares at her with a tight jaw, a sad little pout on his lips and a slight scrunch in his nose. Despite everything she can’t help but feel sorry for him. 

She tuts to herself and goes to place two bowls and two spoons on the counter, avoiding Aemond’s gaze.

Not my problem.

She goes towards the freezer and hears Aemond sigh heavily behind her. She hovers her hand over the handle.

Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.

“Is it stupid of me to ask if you’re alright?” She asks, turning to fave him.

One of his wide plams is pressed against the counter, his legs crossed casually at the ankle. “No.” 

“And are you alright?”

His nostrils flare as he takes a slow breath. “I told her this would be a bad idea,” he says, tapping the box against the counter. “But what do I know, it’s only my fucking family.”

The way the light shines on his face makes the scar over his left eye seem like a shadow. She’s never asked about the details of what happened, but then he doesn’t like to talk about it. 

Two months ago she would have held his hand or pulled him into her arms when he was this anxious.

But things have changed now.

“Aemond, I–”

“Babe?”

She whips her head round to see Cregan and Jace standing in the doorway. Guilt twinges in her chest and she doesn’t know why. A conversation is nothing to be ashamed of, surely? She hadn’t even heard the door open. 

“Baela and Helaena are in the lounge, right?” Cregan asks.

“Yeah,” she says, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

They both glare at Aemond before they leave. When she turns to face him, he’s looking back with a cold indifference.

“He seems nice,” Aemond says once they're gone. “Palatable.”

She starts to drag her teeth over her bottom lip but stops herself. Aemond’s eyes are so intense, glaring from across the room with a dangerous look of fury and sadness. That’s exactly how he looked at her, the night of the wedding, when they were in her hotel room. When he asked her about Cregan then she liked how it made him jealous. 

Her blood starts to simmer, a feeling that cuts deeper and hurts more than hate. “Is this it then?” She says.

His brows scrunch into a frown, but his wide eyes seem more bewildered than anything. “What do you mean?”

It’s like a switch clicks in her brain and something in her heart dies. These last few weeks, even with things going so well with Cregan, she’s carried Aemond with her, hoping that one day she’d wake up and things would have worked out differently. It’s what she’s been doing for the last year anyway, she just never managed to break the habit.

It has to end somewhere, the lying, the guilt, and the naivety that she meant something more to him than a pretty face and a convenient fuck. 

She needs to let go and she’s known that for a long time.

“Forget it. You’ve made your side of things clear,” she says, her voice starting to tremble. “This was never going to end well and I should have thought about that before I led myself on.”

She takes a step towards the door but he’s in front of her, keeping her between the freezer and the counter.

“Do you love him?” Aemond mutters, quickly and quietly.

She can feel her heart beating in her throat.

“Do I… what?”

He takes advantage of her hesitation. His hand clamps around her wrist as he moves to the door. It takes a few moments to realise he’s dragging her with him.

The door to the lounge is shut. She hears Cregan’s booming laugh on the other side as Aemond leads her further along the hallway.

And suddenly they’re in the downstairs bathroom. She stands in front of the sink, staring at her own reflection as the lock clicks.

She watches Aemond in the mirror. The room is small and narrow, even when he’s standing by the door he’s close. Then he starts to close the distance between them with slow, taunting steps until he’s standing over her.

She can feel him and smell his aftershave, the bitterness of gin and the sweetness of red wine.

There’s that dark look in his eye again, determined, and hungry.

“Did you really think I’d let you keep up this pathetic little act?” He murmurs, eyes fixed on hers through the glass.

“What act?” 

She lets out a little gasp when he places a hand on her hip and pushes his hips against her, grinding a growing hardness against her so subtly he might not be moving at all.

He leans into her but no part of him makes contact with her skin. She shudders at the heat of his breath running over her ear, neck and shoulders. “I said you were needy, didn’t I?”

Her shoulders flinch when a single fingertip touches the nape of her neck. He draws it gradually along her spine as she desperately resists the urge to cry out at the tingling sensation it brings, arching against him because her body has nowhere else to go.

“And so sensitive,” he says and stops just as he reaches her lower back. “It was all for me, wasn’t it? The crop tops, the staring, even Stark, you just wanted a reaction.”

She’s always been a good liar but when she opens her mouth to reply she finds she just can’t do it. She doesn’t want to, not when he places his hand on her side and traces over the curves of her waist, her hips, the pouch of her stomach and her thighs. It’s been so long since they’ve been this close, and it’s not close enough.

“You stopped wanting me,” she breathes.

“Stupid little slut,” he says, leaning his chin over her shoulder. He starts dragging both hands down her thighs, taking the hem of her dress with him as he moves back up. “How could I ever stop wanting you?” His voice is harsh and hypnotic all at once. Cold and unforgiving. It sets her skin alight and leaves her wanting more.

But it doesn’t make sense. He was the one who left the hotel room. 

“I don’t understand… this isn’t fair.”

“But you and I both know you don’t like to play fair,” he rasps, tracing circles over the tops of her thighs, occasionally brushing over the hem of her panties.“I just know these last couple of months have been fucking unbearable without you.”

She bites down on her lip to stop herself whimpering at his touch.

He groans as his head falls against her neck, hands still pawing at her legs and the dress hitched around her waist. “Let me fuck you,” he utters in that low voice that means it’s taking every ounce of effort to hold himself back. “I know what you need. Just be a good girl and let me fuck you.”

Anticipation floods her body. She can feel her self-control slipping. She can’t think straight, can’t think past him or a world beyond this moment.

She wants it too much to feel guilty, for now at least.

“Please,” she utters.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

Suddenly his soft touches are gone and he yanks her panties down to her knees. One hand slides between her legs, prying them open enough so he can circle her clit with the pads of his fingers. The other snakes up her body and takes a gentle hold of her throat.

He finally brings his lips to her cheek. They graze over her skin as he mutters, “you said something to me, that night. What was it?”

She scoffs. “You’re such a cunt.” She can hear how weak her voice is as she says it.

“Mouth on you, baby,” he coos, “come on, I know you remember.”

She shakes her head fervently, hoping she can focus on the movements of his fingers, the pleasure building and building inside her. 

“I want to hear you say it, baby.”

She lets herself melt against him, clinging desperately on his arms, breathless but defiant as she meets his eyes in the mirror.

With a short huff he withdraws his hand, but keeps her against him by her neck. He easily undoes the buckle on his belt, bringing his trousers down just enough to free his cock.

She bucks her hips on instinct as he slides the tip through her folds, gathering her wetness, and smiling when he realises responsive she is to him.

“Have you always been this restless? Or have you just missed me?”

Her head hangs slightly as he teases between her entrance and her clit. She can feel how thick his cock is, how hard he is and she already knows it’s going to make her feel so fucking good.

The grip on her neck becomes firmer, demanding her attention back to the mirror. He holds her gaze as he slides into her tight, slick cunt.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says, “look at how well you take that.”

He’s right. The sight of her pleading face and parted lips as he holds her and pushes deeper inside of her only adds to her arousal. 

He fucks her slowly, precisely, placing a hand on her stomach and pressing into her while the impact of his thrusts are muffled by fabric. 

“Can you feel that?” He whispers, “can you feel how tight you are? Can you feel how deep that is?”

“Ah— fuck, yes…” she chokes, savouring the burn and the stretch of his cock as he drags through her walls and hits her sweet spot. When his fingers come back to circle her clit it all becomes so light and perfect and deliciously overwhelming.

“I knew you still wanted me,” he pants between the gentle kisses to her cheek. “Say it.”

“No,” she manages to whimper.

“Say it.”

Her orgasm comes as a sudden burst of warmth and Aemond isn’t far behind, suppressing a grunt as his hips still and his cock throbs inside her.

A few moments pass and he turns her head towards him, keeping his eyes on her lips. He leans in to kiss her and she twists her head to the other side.

“Fucking brat.” 

Suddenly he brings her to face him fully, effortlessly lifting her by her thighs to rest her against the edge of the sink. 

There’s no teasing this time, no pretence, just need. He pushes himself into her in one cruel snap of his hips.

He’s too impatient to give her time to adjust before he starts to fuck her, fiercely and without mercy, hands digging into the flesh of her rear, pulling her in over and over again. He brings his forehead against hers, glaring into her eyes like he hates her.

But like this she can wrap her arms around his neck, hold him even closer and lose herself in just him.

“All you need to remember is you’re mine. You’re fucking mine and you know it.”

Tears well in her eyes and she can only take what he gives her. “Fuck… Aemond...”

Her climax builds until it’s almost excruciating, and then it tears through her, a release unlike anything she’s known for months. She keeps her arms tight around him, burying her face into his neck as her thighs shake and her whole body tenses and trembles.

Aemond doesn’t stop, fucking her through it until she’s writhing with the overstimulation.

“Too much,” she whines, “fuck it’s too much!”

He clasps a hand over her mouth to muffle her protest, dangerously echoing on the tiled walls and floors. He comes again, gnawing at his lip to keep himself quiet and spilling deep inside her as tears stream from her cheeks.

He admires the mess they’ve made as he pulls out, her cream on his cock and his cum leaking from her quivering cunt. His eyes flicker back to her face, his expression softening and his lips curling into a half smile.

Dazed and still desperate she leans into him, but her lips barely get to  graze his before he pulls away.

“Oh now you want to kiss me?”

She frowns, which only seems to amuse him.

By the way he grabs her jaw she doesn’t need to be told what to do. She offers him her tongue and swallows when he spits into her mouth.

A satisfied groan rumbles in his chest and her belly flutters in anticipation, as if he hasn’t just made her come twice, as if she can’t feel his spend starting to drip down her thighs.

He slips her off the sink and kneels down to pull her panties up her legs. Then he fixes her skirt, smoothing down the fabric with his palms.

“You’re going to be civil,” he murmurs, one of his hands coming to fix her hair. “You’re going to go back out there, kiss your boyfriend on the cheek, but I want you to think about me. Think about how good I make you feel. Do you understand?”

She nods.

“Words, baby,” he says as his hand comes to cup her jaw, stroking his thumb over her flushed cheek.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” he says softly, leaning in to plant an almost chaste kiss to her lips.

She tries for more but he steps away, eyes roaming over her to make sure she’s presentable.

With a vague “hmm,” he carefully unlocks the door and slowly steps out. He shoots her a quick wink before he closes the door, his footsteps fading down the hallway back towards the kitchen.

Her legs almost give out underneath her and she clutches the sink to keep herself standing. 

That certainly wasn’t how she was expecting this evening to go.

She’s not sure how she’s supposed to show her face and go about pretending like nothing’s happened in front of their families. Maybe she’ll rediscover her ability to lie, kiss Cregan on the cheek and play the part of the sweet girlfriend, but what kind of person will that make her?

She looks at her reflection, at the glimmer of blissful tears and sweat on her face. 

A familiar laugh drifts down the hall.

How is she ever going to look her mother in the eye again?

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[amesstm]

studying with them

✨Bakugo✨ is a mean tutor, I’m sorry. He’ll absolutely roast you alive if you get over half of the questions wrong. “Hah?! How did you pass class with these grades?!” He’s smart but ruthless. Funnily enough, he’s still soft with you because you’re sat on his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder. “Alright, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be able to calculate series in your sleep!” But when you finally get everything correct, it’s SO rewarding. Your boyfriend looks exceedingly pleased with himself and he hugs you from behind. “Good job. You finally did it. Now we can go on our dates like usual.”

✨Shouto✨ is very patient with you. He explains all of your errors and mistakes like a professor - a very boring one. Admittedly, his dull tone has made you doze off more than once. But the best parts are when you take breaks and his sister gives you two snacks. You’ve probably gained a pound from the amount of mochi she feeds you two. “Hm, maybe if we have the snacks at the end of the session you’ll be able to focus more…” Suddenly you’re able to argue with him in perfect broken English.

✨Deku✨ has the amazing ability to make you more confused than you initially were when you arrived. He spouts on and on and on about theories and random historians that developed the techniques or ideas. “Did you know that Aristotle- Y/N, are you paying attention?” Crap, was that drool on the corner of your mouth? “Oh, uhhh might’ve missed the past few minutes but I finished the worksheet.” He sheepishly laughs and scratches the back of his head, “Sorry, I’ll look over it for you.”

✨Kirishima✨ isn’t helping you; you’re helping him. It’s not that he’s a bad student, but that he lacks the will to apply himself and is a bad test taker. “So x equals 9?” After realizing how well he responds to constructive feedback, you smile. “Yes! You got that right!” He lets out a tired sigh, “Then why are my grades so low?” Poor baby looks like he wants to cry. You’ve never seen him in such low spirits so he must take this seriously. “You’re just a bad test taker. Try to relax, get sleep, and don’t stress too much!” Your advice really helps him out, so he treats you to a nice date.

✨Denki✨ is a clueless and helpless soul every time you two study together. Let’s face it, you’ve probably gotten dumber through spending time with him. “Why is English so stupidly hard?! Their, there, they’re. They sound the same!” You honestly have a hard time understanding the complex nature of the language, too. So, you both decide to watch Disney movies in only English. The best part is that you’ve both started to understand it more; the worst part is that Denki now also knows the songs in English.

✨Iida✨ has been waiting for this moment. Honestly, he’s been fantasizing about studying with you because he loves the aesthetic. The possibility of you having trouble and then him needing to lean in? And then you bumping heads and laughing together?? Yeah, he’s a nerd through and through. So don’t be surprised when you ask him for help that he exclaims “Yes! I have a weekly schedule planned out” and then the library is booked for only you two.

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Pretty like a crime

Chapter 3

Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n

Word count: 4.3k

A/n: This is the second post to my new series so please be nice! I'm going to try to make this into a series so please show this story a bit of love and reblog!

Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood

Part 1/ Part 2

The gun was hidden well. Okay maybe not in the best place but nobody would find it. A lot may say that taking a gun to your guardians house is being mentally ill but it's a promise you were not going to break.

You were living the week and a half with Tom and Sarah has been a whole different experience than living with your dad. The Kazansky house was marvelous. It was one of those posh houses at the end of a rich street, near the ocean. It was three storeys tall with a very tall attic and consists of around 6 maybe even 7 bedrooms. The thing that caught your eye from the second you entered was the great staircase. It was like one from Hollywood movies. The one with gold lined railings and spiraled edges. This life was a luxury compared to the way you were raised. You and your dad lived in a one storey bungalow with three bedrooms and a porch so you could easily say that this was a quite opposite way of life.

Adjusting to living here was hard though, especially with the new surroundings. Your new bedroom was, well, not fit for a young girl. It was one of those green flower designed rooms that was meant to be a guest room but you'll be taking it from now on forward. Sarah has told you that soon after new years she'll take you shopping and picking out new furniture and designs. She was so nice to you and tried to lighten your mood in any way possible from this miserable turn of events.

You were now sitting on the great bed in your room. This was even a new experience for you. At your dad's house you had a single bed with a soft back headboard that was made slightly into a closet bed. And even your dad's bed wasn't this big. Sitting in silence, you were staring into space, a way of escaping reality that was the biggest mess upon you. You say there with your knees rolled into your chest, slightly rocking back and forth. You weren't even thinking about anything, your mind was blank but still contemplating life.

"Y/n, honey, dinner is ready!" Sarah called you down from the bottom of the staircase. You slowly got up and sighed. You enjoyed dinners with your new guardians but you just wanted to be alone.

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"So, did you start reading the book I brought you?" Tom, asks not in a pushing or angry way but as a conversation starter in the silence that was only broken by cutlery clatter. "I finished it," you answer, swirling your fork over your plate, not having quite the appetite. "600 pages already?!" Tom says rather shocked that the book he gave you the previous night, which took him weeks to read was already completed by the young girl at the other side of the table.

"You must really enjoy reading," Sarah smiled, trying to learn something new about you so your conversation wouldn't be bland and clueless. She wanted to know about you, other than what she knew from your dad before he died. She wanted to know the true you. "My mother taught me," you say and silence falls again. Your mother was a topic that was nearly never allowed to be mentioned at the table when you were with your father. A part of him blamed her for being irresponsible and not thinking about her family and became a druggie like the ones she fought against.

"I'm sorry, I know that the topic is not allowed at the table," you murmur the apology and Tom and Sarah both give you a very confused look. "Honey, you know you're able to talk to us about anything," Sarah says, calmly setting her glass of water down as she looks at you. "I know it's probably hard to trust us but now we're family and we care for you."

You didn't look up from your plate. It was filled with food that if someone offered it to you weeks back it would be already gone but now you stare at the meal that was barely touched. You take a sip of your water and swirl the water around slightly to see the light water waves forming in the glass. "Honey, me and Tom wanted to talk to you about something," Sarah broke the awful silence again and you slightly raise your gaze from your plate and look up at her. "Me and Tom annually host a new year's eve party with a bunch of friends but we thought of stopping."

"Please, don't stop it because of me," you say as your eyes tear up. You didn't even know why you wanted to cry over this but you could slightly sense why. The two of them have done so much to fulfil the gap of the guardian role in your life for the last week and now they are willing to cancel their annual plan for you. Your dad has mentioned Tom and Sarah's parties, apparently they are flooded with people from all around and one of the biggest year events.

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"Y/n-" "Please don't cancel it because of me," you repeat again as tears start spilling from your eyes due to the stress. You didn't know how to handle emotions anymore and this was one of the examples of what happens. "Oh, Y/n." Sarah sighed and quickly got up from her chair and ran over to kneel in front of you. You wipe your tear filled eyes with the sleeve of your sweater as she lifts your chin up. She wraps her arms around you as Tom has made his way to the two of you and rubbed your back, up and down. "You're safe now, nobody will hurt you."

"Good morning Cob," Jake has made you a quite unique nickname for you ever since the two of you have started working together. You believed it was for the tease, as a joke to annoy you in the morning of his entering as if him coming in wasn't annoying enough sometimes. As always he flashes that smile, that could go on for miles and leans over your shoulder as you answer his welcoming. "Mornin' Bagman," you say, spinning a 180° on the black, spiny work chair. He smirks but shakes his head in a slight disagreement.

"Oh trust me, it's not bagman right now because marvelously, how should I quote it, I left my cozy, secure apartment earlier than usual into this cold, cruel world and took my amazing truck to get you the coffee you love," he says handing you over a ice latte with cold foam and vanilla. "Have I told you, I love you," you say jokingly but something inside of him didn't want it to be a joke, he wanted you to feel the same strong emotions he feels for you, something he's never felt before but he decides to hide it and get back to work business.

"So, we're just driving today?" Jake asked as you looked over the work papers you were handed. Most work for now was driving and listening to the radio for any problems, distress or accidents but it was quite a full schedule anyway. "Yeah, there's no proper assignment just to look out," you say, scanning your eye over the papers again.

You've been working with Jake for around three weeks now and the two of you work quite well together. You can match each other's intensity and character without breaking a sweat and have the same dedications in work so like they say a match made in heaven.

"Come on Cob, let's get this show on the road," the blonde smirks and you just smile out of his enthusiasm. This may be a long day but definitely not boring.

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"Y/n, change to channel 7," Jake says, not demandingly but quite in a question way, requesting you to change the comms channel to see if there is any action going on. You just simply nod and turn the knob until the seventh channel turns on. And yet again silence. "I swear the communicator has never been this quiet," Jake sighs as the two of you have just been driving endlessly for the past two hours without any call or acquiree. "Yeah," you say, quite not taking in anything that Jake has been saying as you are way more interested in the case you were reading about on your phone.

Your in-tell has been telling you'd about details of a drug operation that may happen and you got the files sent to you a couple of seconds before. "What ya reading," Jake inquires as he makes a right turn into a carpark. "Just some files," you say quickly looking over the files for useful information. You see right now every case has been quite quiet. Nothing too big and exciting, somehow everything around the place just stayed calm. No big schemes or murders. No big plans, just a bunch of possibilities but no for sure facts. You sigh as the files don't get you far and put your phone down.

Jake slowly parks the car and sets it into parking mode, he turns to you and says, "How's Kai?" Jake says as a conversation starter. Him and Kai haven't seen each other since the time at the park three weeks back but Kai has been asking about Alfie ever since. The kid loves the dog and you've been telling Jake that Kai has been constantly asking about Alfie and ever since then Jake asks about Kai. "He's okay, quite happy since his Granddad bought him some toys yesterday so he's been kept entertained," you smile, thinking of the night back when Kai was introducing his new teddies to the older ones so 'They could meet each other and welcome the newbies into the family.' "Good, it's great that the kiddo is happy," Jake smiled at you. You never knew that this would affect you in such a way but it did. Jake asked about your son with barely any knowledge of him and already feeling like it was his responsibility to check up on him every once in a while.

"Yeah, it is," you murmur under your breath as the two of you are called my Mav through the radio to respond. 'Hangman, Cobra, call in,' Mav's voice echoes from the radio across the whole car. Jake picks up the communicator and answers the call in. "Hangman here, what you need sir," Jake responds, reversing out of the parking space while looking over his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't crash into a car behind him and finally drives forward. 'There has been a murder in downtown beside the old factories. We think it may have to do with your guys last case. Could you two go over there?' Mav requests more than asking. This may be involved in the undercover case you were on, where you first encountered Jake. You look at him as he passes the communicator to you and you answer Maverick, "Me and Hangman are on it."

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You two get out of the car to see that the area is blocked off by police tap, officers and police cars. The media has already arrived but has been pushed back by the officers as they are getting threatened about filming crime evidence and are looking like they're about to leave the opportunity of the front cover alone.

You and Hangman hold out your agent badges to the cop that is in charge to not let people through the tap and point you guys towards an officer that could inform you about the murder situation. If this really had anything to do with the undercover job you had, this had to be big. The guy was one of the biggest ghost guns and drug dealers in existence and was so good at it nobody had the guts or well enough evidence to get him locked up for good.

"This is my partner Agent Y/l/n and I'm Agent Seresin. Our team officer has informed you of us coming to investigate," Jake says, shaking hands with the officer in command of the scene as you look around the surroundings. It was a perfect place to sell drugs. A closed off alleyway, no cameras in sight, big bins to hide evidence or cash and there were no good lights so getting away was quite easier than in pure light.

"Ahh yes, I was called about the two of you joining us. I'm guessing you two want to see the body," the office says leading the two of you to the body. You had no clue how this had anything to do with the mighty drug dealer but it's worth a shot to see. You finally reach the body and it's a man in his 30's, lying on his stomach looking like he was pushed off the roof. Cruel death, to fall from a 5 storey building and then collide with the ground destroying every part of your insides.

"So he died from the fall?" Jake asked but you were already looking around at the body and have a different theory. "It looks like he was chained and choked to death, there's also a lot of little stab wounds around his legs so the fall may have just been a disguise." You answer before the leading officer even could open his mouth. You were good at these things, Iceman has told you all about how to determine a murder. Growing up with him, you were taught a hundred different things from other agents which gave you a severe advantage. You knew more about your job than some division commanders and that was in a society filled by men.

"We didn't notice that on the pictures. The death will be determined by an autopsy," the officer just answered in shock and Jake just smirked at you. You were something different, your beauty, kindness and ability is something he's never experienced and somehow he wants it. He wants you. "Can we flip the body to see the front," you asks slipping on latex gloves, and already squatting down beside the body looking up at the officer. "I guess so, the pictures have been already taken so you guys have time till the autopsy group arrives," answered the officer as you hold your arm upwards, handing Jake a pair of gloves, which he slips on those muscular arms that slightly flex from under the shirt he's wearing and he joins you by lowering himself down.

"On three," Jake says and you nod. "One… Two…. Three!" The two of you flip the corpse onto it's back and it's not a pretty scene or action. From the great fall heights every organ or bone has been crushed so while pushing him over it felt like moving some liquid inside a skin container. And the body's front is completely demolished. Face squashed against the pavement, leaving his face flat like a pancake, his limbs demolished in every different way and his stomach from underneath the shirt that he wears , covered in blood, has a great stab wound.

But that's not what your looking for. Your looking for a tattoo that should be placed somewhere upon his body. A sign that he belongs to the drug organization. You stare a bit at the squashed face and quickly come to recognize it. This was the guy who helped A* leave the building as quickly as he entered at your undercover mission.

"Cobra, I got it," Jake says slightly lifting up the victims shirt, to reveal the tattooed sign upon the man's lower stomach. You quickly rotate to Jake's position and take out your phone to take a picture. You send it to Maverick to show that he was right it was involved in the drug case and you get up and slip the latex gloves off.

"You know what this means, huh," Jake says as you sigh as the two of you start leaving the scene. "Jake, this means one of us will have to go fully undercover, no wires or anything, for weeks maybe even months or years," you say already feeling tears come to your eyes even though no proper decision has been made yet. The thought of having to leave Kai for so long crushed you. You'd miss everything, every little significant moment gone and you just couldn't do that. It would crushed you if you did.

Jake saw the tears come to your eyes and sighs. He doesn't want to see you cry. He has developed some kind of feelings for you and seeing tears come upon your face awoken some protective feeling in him. "Come'ere Y/N," he says pulling you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. The smell of his cologne tingled your senses. You breathe in the smell, that to you somehow became soothing, something you'd fall asleep to. Something for Jake has awoken in you at this very moment but you don't know what. "You're safe Cobra and so is Kai. And even if you end up undercover, I'm not letting you go alone. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," those words leave his lips calmly but passionately, like if he made a deal with God that nothing will happen to you while he's by your side and the thing that has awoken something more in you is the way he gently kissed the top of your head. Why was he like this to you?

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"I'm home!" You call out through your apartment waiting for an answer from Tamara or Kai. "Mommy!" Kai squeals in happiness running to the door, where you have already extended your arms downwards and lift Kai up into a hug. His little chubby arms wrap around your neck and he rests his head on your shoulder. You re-hoist him up on your hip and smile at Tamara whose got up from the couch.

"Was he good?" You asks putting Kai back down but he still holds onto your leg, hugging it. "He was an angel, like always." She says smiling as she gathers her things from the counter and you take out your purse to hand her over money for minding your son. You pull out the notes and hand her a lot more then usual.

"I can't take this," she replies, as she looks at the extra notes. "You can, you've done so much. Now go, enjoy your day!" She asks you again if you're sure about paying her extra and you don't change your answers and for the laugh shoo her out the door. Once you close the door you look to your little boy who has already ran over to his toys.

"Come mommy!" He squeals in excitement that his mom can play with him since you arrived home earlier than usual. Jake told you he'll finish the paperwork himself and that you should head home to Kai. That again made you feel a strong feeling inside. "Mommy!" Kai called out again desperately, as you snapped out of your thoughts. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" You say plopping down beside him on the gray carpet and look at the new teddies Kai received from Tom. The were the ones he mentioned to his grandad a while back and Iceman remembered every single one of them and bought them for your little boy.

"Mommy I made names," Kai says to you pointing to his new plushies. Kai is one of the things that rock your world. Without him, you'd be nothing but yet he was so innocent for his age. To him the world was a fantasy of some sort of dream and you want to protect him from all the evils and nightmares. "Wow bubs, can I know their names?" You ask him, crossing your legs making a little gap for Kai to sit in. The young boy goes to sit on your lap in the gap you made for him. Kai, introduces you to every of his new teddies, tells you about their dreams in their little land and the meaning behind their names. He holds up a golden dog teddy and happily says, "I named him Alfie, like from the park!"

He really is the little boy who rocks your world and that he's decided to name his teddy after Jake's dog did mean something to you. It was a cute gesture and Kai was in the middle of his story how that his new plush Alfie is a prince of pup land and that him and Tamara have been told the secret of why he came to San Diego. Of course Kai led you into this puppy secret and you couldn't help but smile. Your thoughts break again as Kai asks you a question, "Mommy are you happy to be home?" Pure, pure innocence is what the kid is made from and you loved it. "Bubs, there's no place I'd rather be."

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Your dad was amazing at books that had a murder mystery. He read so many and was so well informed about all cases and difficulties in crimes. It was his job so obviously he was trying his best to be a expert. He set you up fake crime case files so you could test yourself and push your own limits. He allowed you to solve one mystery file a month. And it was quite ironic since he made enough files to last you till your eighteen.

You found a quite place in the huge house, a place for yourself. It was an empty study room that was quite and looked like a place of peace. All the file and clues were spread around you on the floor in a circle. Each clue aligned in order of appearance and each sign in the right direction. The case was a weird one, something you've never came across before. It was about a gun that was used in a crime on your victim, 'Kristy'. Apparently through the bullet scan and origin they found out that the bullet was shot from a gun that was used in previous murders but only was brought back to action every 10 years.

It didn't add up, there was seven murders committed in the same way but nobody could manage to do this for seventy years. You didn't get it, how could someone pass down a legacy of killings, a legacy of shootings and murder. Now that was out of hand, something no normal person would try to do.

"Whatcha up to, kiddo?" You turn around to find Iceman leaning against the tall, wooden, carved frame of the door. He take a few short strides and sits down beside you in the carpeted floor. "Where did you get this?" Tom inquired in shock, these kind of files are used to train commanding agents and a little eleven year old girl was on a path to solve it. "My dad made some files for me," you say shifting around more paper as if seeing the page from a different angle would solve the answer.

"Would you mind if I helped you?" He asked smiling, running one of his hands through your light, long brown locks. "Are you sure you don't need to be anywhere else or maybe want to spend time resting?" "Y/n, there's no place I rather be.'

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"What do you want for dinner bubs?" You asks the little boy as he is deeply embraced in the midnight garden playing on the TV. Like always the two of you have a routine; a quick bath, he watches one episode and you make food and the two of you eat dinner whole watching the other, after that a quick brush of teeth and straight to bed with the teddy family that you swear take up more space in the bed than the poor boy. "Mac and cheese with toastie!" He calls out excitedly as you pull out the ingredients to quickly make some Mac and cheese.

You grab some bread and cut it into equal slices, delicately to not make any holes or gaps in it; spreading some garlic onto each slice of cut bread with some new fresh butter, as you insert the pan into the oven. You mix the pot that contains the Mac and cheese and look back over to Kai but this time you can't fully see the little head full of brown locks of hair. You walk back over to the couch to see the little boy fast asleep against the arm of the sofa. You don't have the heart to wake him up, no one would; he just looked to peaceful and cute in his sleep.

You quickly and quietly shuffle back to the stove, turning everything off to not risk a fire and walk back to Kai to lift him delicately of the couch. He lightly stirred in his sleep but doesn't wake. You slip into his little bedroom and place Kai in his big boy bed that is currently covered in blankets and pillows, obviously with teddies everywhere. You lay Kai down, covering him with his weighted blanket and duvet, kissing him on the forehead. You run your hand through the curly brown locks and get up to head toward the door. You quietly and slowly close the door getting one last glance at the little boy and shut the door.

As you were about to slowly head towards the small apartment kitchen, your phone violently vibrates in the back pocket of your pants. You slip the phone out of the embroidery back jean pocket and unlock the device with the four numbered code to find Jake's message shining up at you in misery.

Jake: Sorry about texting so late but mav just spoke to me, he's deciding the undercover agent tomorrow morning at the role call…

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luck be a (leading) lady | part 14.

[Posted 2023.08.12]

Summary: Y/N has always been a background character. That’s just life for some folks isn’t it? But what if she’s determined to not just be another member in the ensemble? What if someone helps her step into the spotlight in her own special way?

Warnings for the Series: a teeny bit of angst but mainly fluff

Pairing: ricky bowen x black!reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

Despite the documentary trailer coming out, the general public didn’t believe you and Ricky were together. According to everyone, the whole show was an act. A very entertaining act but an act nonetheless. Not that you or Ricky minded. With the increase in auditions and booking small roles, you wanted your personal life to stay personal for just a little longer. You told Gina that much as you helped her finish packing.

Her mom was back into so your roommate turned sister was officially leaving your house. Gina dragged her entire closet into your room so you two could pack up and watch a movie on the projector screen in your room.

“I can’t believe your moving. Seriously,” you said as you shoved her jackets into a box.

“You act like I’m leaving the state, I’m literally across the street.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe that old couple finally chose to live in a nursing home.”

You and Gina paused before you bursted out in laughter. It was really nice to have her stay near by. While you were friends with the rest of the drama club, Gina and Ricky were still your only close friends at East High.

“You know what I can’t believe,” Gina started. “That two of my best friends are leaving me next year.”

“Senior year. I still haven’t processed it yet,” you admitted.

A knock on the door caught your attention. Your dad was standing in the doorway with a plate of fruit. “My lovely senior and junior…”

You and Gina rolled your eyes.

“Gina, your mother wants me to remind you that she’d like you home by ten thirty and that you two can talk tomorrow at school.”

“Got it.”

“Thank you, here you guys go. Let’s try to finish packing before the night is over.”

“If you really want us to finish. Dad, you could he—”

The sound of your window opening made you all turn. You laughed as Ricky practically fell into your room. He jumped up with a quickness.

“Hi, Mr. L/N. Y/N, Gina.”

“Hello, Richard. You do know we have a front door, right?” you father pointed to downstairs.

“Yeah but since you guys said I’m allowed over any time, it’s not as much fun unless I’m going through the window.”

Your dad looked up at the ceiling. “I have clearly overstayed my welcome talking to a bunch of teenagers. Okay, Gina, home by ten thirty. Richard no sleeping in Y/N’s room but you are welcome to take any other room upstairs. Bed time is eleven, no negotiations. School’s tomorrow… I can’t believe my baby is a senior.”

“Dad, Dad, there’s plenty of time before I graduate. We don’t need to start crying now.”

“Oh, whatever.”

You chuckled as your dad left the room before focusing on Ricky again. He had no problem showing affection towards you with Gina in the room because she was the only person that knew you and Ricky were a real couple. She wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about being sworn to secrecy no matter the reason but she was still just happy to be let in.

Your boyfriend sat on the bed, actually helping you pack up Gina’s closet. “I wanted to give you something but I couldn’t really wait until tomorrow. Well, both of you, kind of.”

“What is it?”

“So, I’ve had this melody stuck in my head all day and it reminded me of Y/N.”

“Sap,” Gina muttered.

“I think it’s sweet.” You leaned over to give him a peck.

“Anyway, I know you don’t really write songs but you have an ear for music Y/N and Gina does write lyrics so I thought maybe we could work on this together?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” Ricky stood up to leave. “I actually do have to get home. One of Dad’s only rules is bed by ten on the first day of school.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded. “Yep, it’s been a tradition since I started… and it is nine thirty so I do need to go.”

You gave him another kiss. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow… Oh! Did Lucille send you the filming schedule?”

“Yeah, I’m just glad the filming is here. Senior year away from East High would’ve been such a bummer.”

“I know right. Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

~~

You leaned against Ashylnn’s locker, chuckling as you watched Kourtney and Carlos take pictures with fans. It was weird to say you guys had fans.

“So what do you think, Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You focused back on Gina and Ashlynn.

“About Ash and Maddie giving each other relationship advice.”

You and Gina shared a look before you stood up straight. “I think that’s for Ashlynn to figure out but we need to figure out how to get to the drama club before we’re late for Ms. Jenn’s big announcement.”

Ashlynn’s eyebrows furrowed. “For me to figure out what?”

“Nothing,” you said with a laugh before grabbing her and Gina’s hands and leading them to the drama club.

You guys weren’t sure why Ms. Jenn called everyone in for a “surprise.” It was pretty obvious that the next play was going to be High School Musical 3. Without stupid Zacky Roy around to throw the Drama Club off their game, you guys were going right back to doing Disney TV shows for musicals. You just hoped that next semester you guys did Teen Beach Movie before you graduated.

You felt Ricky squeeze your hand once before you guys broke apart and left the drama room with everyone else to go to the Pep Rally. Staying lowkey was going to be so hard. You let Ashlynn and Gina walk in between the two of you on your way to the field.

“Can you believe auditions are this Friday? I need to pick a song,” Ashlynn said as she started searching through a list written down on her phone.

“What part are you going for Ash?”

“I’m thinking Kelsey or Sharpay. You?”

You shrugged. “Whatever doesn’t interfere with filming and my calculus homework. You know I’ve been demoted at Saltwater.”

“What?!”

You chuckled at your friends’ expressions. “Not like that. Bennet agreed that Principal dancer is too much to handle with school and filming so I’m only principal for the fall ballet since we’ve been rehearsing it before filming next month and then I’m just a first soloist for the rest of the time. It’s better this way anyway. This is the exact arrangement I’m going to having at Berklee. I’m thankful to get but my academic advisor sends me an email like every other day with updates. My inbox is dying.”

You guys sat down in your seats, finally moving to be next to Ricky.

“That still means we get to come watch you perform at Saltwater, right?”

“Yeah, you are looking at Coraline Jones in our fall production.”

Before your friends could celebrate you, the pep rally started much to your relief. You were still getting used to being the center of attention without losing the ability to breathe. Part of the reason you weren’t so prepared to be the lead in a feature film. A small film but still… The first Twilight movie was an indie film.

At least you didn’t have time to overanalyze that because the dude who played Coach Bolton was at the pep rally? You and Ricky rolled your eyes and sighed at the same time with the announcement of High School Musical 4 being filmed at your school. Just why?

Of course all the students were cheering no matter what, hoping that filming would mess with classes a little. You had a little fangirl moment when they announced one of the new stars of High School Musical 4. Mack and Dani.

Kourtney played Dani’s TikToks over and over again when you guys were at camp. Hopefully she could act because her TikToks seemed so nice. And Mack? Well you couldn’t help but squeal a little when they announced him.

Your friends looked at you causing you to laugh. “You don’t understand, I had one of the biggest crushes on him when I was little.”

“Me too!” Gina said with excitement. “Mark and Spark was my comfort show.”

“You know, he was supposed to be the first male lead in the movie I’m filming and my heart stopped until he cancelled of course.”

“Well now we know why,” Ashlynn said before focusing back on the stage.

You leaned your head on Ricky’s shoulder, having felt him tense up behind you. He relaxed when you grabbed his hand for a brief moment.

“You know I don’t mean anything by it. It was just a stupid celebrity crush,” you whispered.

“Celebrity crushes are still crushes.”

“Well then it was a stupid little crush. Is that better?”

“Yeah,” Ricky said with a squeeze of your hand.

You made a note to stay at Ricky's for a late dinner later after ballet rehearsal just to make sure he wasn’t still jealous. This relationship really was new territory for the both of you. But that would have to wait because now it was time for a second surprise in the drama room. You were getting real sick of surprises. And super sick of the security guard trying to block access to the drama room because of “filming”.

“Ahh!”

You all turned at Kourtney’s scream.

“Corbin Bleu?”

“Oh great,” Ricky muttered.

“Okay, okay. I deserve that a bit. But I am here to make amends. I know that documentary wasn’t what any of us expected.”

“Seb isn’t talking to me.” Carlos pointed out.

Ashlynn nodded along with him. “Yeah and Big Red is in Cairo for six months.”

“I hear you but we’ve found a way to make it up to you.”

“Uh, who’s we?” you asked with a raised hand.

You heard footsteps before you saw the people attached to the noise. You couldn’t believe it. Standing right in front of you was the original cast of High School Musical. Honestly, Corbin might have actually gotten you guys the best apology gift ever.

Featured extras in High School Musical 4? That was sick! So was everyone character development. You had to admit that you didn’t see Troy and Gabriella being in couples’ therapy… because you thought they would’ve broken up freshman year of college since they were such an on and off again relationship. The entire class was giggling uncontrollably at the prospects of being together on set.

Kourtney raised her hand. “Well, if the movie is going for authenticity casting a drama class to play Ms. Darbus’ drama class then Mack and Dani should consult us. The real life kids of East High.”

“This is why she’s the smart one,” someone said as you all high-fived.

Apparently, the OG cast thought she was brilliant as well because it didn’t take them any convincing. She was immediately assigned to Dani. You playfully shook her shoulders to let her know you were proud of her.

“Do we have any volunteers for Mack?” Lucas asked.

“Right like someone who grew up loving his tv show. Or two someones?”

You tried to back out of being Mack’s guide but it was too late. You were stuck co-guiding with Gina. All you wanted to do was focus on movie rehearsals, ballet rehearsals, your relationship, school, and drama club. That was a lot of things. Guiding Mack was not on your list of things.

You acted like that wasn’t the case when you went to go see the superstar, putting on your best smile. Your eyes went wide at an almost naked man getting his calf measured.

“Oh my,” you and Gina said at the same time.

Mack looked over. “Can I help you?”

You let Gina take over as you tried to look everywhere but at Mack, feeling embarrassed and more awkward than usual.

“We are so sorry. We are real students here, only one credit on IMDb so far but anyway, we were assigned to give you a hand.”

“Yeah, I’d love to know who assigned you to interrupt my costume fitting.”

“No. That was our bad.”

“Yeah,” you offered up. “If we had known you weren’t dressed we would’ve come way sooner before school ended… Soo-sooner because you’d have clothes on. Not whatever you l-look like you, like you’re thinking of. Oh my goodness.”

“Would you mind turning around?”

You and Gina looked at each other before doing just that. “That was probably the first thing we should have done.”

“Okay. So, I do have to ask,” Gina started. “Do you still keep in touch with the dog from the show?”

“There were seven of them and they all retired to a farm upstate.”

“Oh that’s so swee—”

“Uh, G,” you cut her off. “That means they aren’t, um, currently pr—”

“It means they’re dead.” Mack had put on a shirt so you guys could turn around. “The farm is heaven.”

“Well that ruined everything,” your friend muttered. “Okay, we’re going to leave now and we can all pretend we never met.”

“Oh, I’m way ahead of you.”

“Good luck on the movie, Mack. Hope you break a leg, literally.”

“Good luck with your lives, superfans.”

You felt your face get hot as you marched up to him. “Her name is Gina Porter and can I just say, I’m so glad High School Musical 4 took you in. Acting alongside you in Sweet Pea Americano would have literally killed me… G-Gina, why did I just say that?”

“I’m proud of you.” She swung her arm over your shoulder so you guys could leave. “Even with anxiety, you always stick up for your friends.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Come on, let’s go see if Ricky got a smoothie for us at the food truck.”

While you were mortified at your actions, Gina proudly recanted the entire story to Ricky who echoed her sentiments. You guys went you separate ways. There was no carpool with Gina today. Carlos called her over for an emergency meeting of the Finer Things Club at Kourtney’s house, leaving Ricky to drop you off at Saltwater. You guys stopped at a salad bar first so you could get some real food into your system.

“Oh, Gina finished the lyrics to the song.”

“Already?”

“You know her. Once she gets started on a mission, she can’t stop until it’s complete. Do you want to hear it?”

“Of course, do you have the lyrics on you?”

You handed Ricky your phone to look at the screenshots of Gina’s song journal. Your harmonies were rough and sometimes the melody fell off but the two of you had fun singing all the way back to the car.

“Are you sure you don’t mind picking me up?” you asked him as you leaned into the driver’s side window after getting your bags from the back of the car once you guys reached your destination. “Because we don’t get out till eleven and Mrs. Porter said it was fine for her to pick me up since Saltwater is between Kourtney’s house and ours.”

“It’s fine, baby, I like picking you up.”

“Okay. Oh, don’t forget. Gina’s driving tomorrow morning.”

“I can’t believe she got a car.”

“I can’t believe she got a license.”

You said bye one last time and headed inside for you ballet rehearsals. While you were dancing, Ricky was doing homework, and Gina was laughing as she got into Kourtney’s room. Ashlynn and Carlos were already there and Kourtney… well, she was meditating at the edge of her bed. While, Ashlynn had nearly forty missed texts from Maddox. Gina so had to tell you about that when you and Ricky came over for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Her smile faded at the announcement that Kourtney wasn’t sure about doing the school musical or not. She wasn’t sure if Dani was the best thing for Kourtney. She especially wasn’t sure when her friend suddenly became supper eager and chipper to answer her phone call. Kourtney put Dani on speaker after the others swore to be quiet.

“Hi, so I was studying you. Not in a creepy way but I’m really trying to get into character as a real East High drama student.”

Gina made a face when Dani suddenly stopped the speak pretty harshly to the driver taking her to the airport.

“Anyway, you’ve got that X factor, Kourt, and I want to help you grow your footprint. But I’ve been looking through your post and to be honest I’ve noticed something.”

“It’s the honesty for me,” Kourtney said with a nervous lilt to her voice.

“If I’m going to show you exactly what it’s like to grow an audience and you’re going to do the same for me as an East High student, I want you to tell me everything you know about Ricky Bowen.”

Gina bit her tongue as her other three friends stared at each other with suspicious looks on their faces. She got strange vibes for some reason but didn’t want to act on what could be nothing. Besides, she promised you two that she wouldn’t say anything to anyone. And how could she tell Kourtney not to mention Ricky to Dani if she didn’t ended up revealing something?

~~

You looked down at your phone to see a text from Ricky.

I’m still on my way, baby. Don’t worry, I’m stopped at a red light. I’ll be there in like 10 minutes. I wish your rehearsal didn’t end so late so we could’ve stayed up cuddling.

You smiled at the text before sending a little heart emoji, nothing that would require Ricky to look down at his phone after the light turned green. You ruffled around your bag to get your water bottle, reaching for your phone again when you felt the familiar vibration of a text. Another one from Ricky.

This red light is long. Do you want to get McDonalds after this?

You shook your head, deciding it was better to just answer him in person. A groan left you mouth when you felt the vibration again. That light wasn’t going to be red forever, if he was texting while driving then you were going to scold him because that could seriously inju—

Why was Mack now following your Instagram?

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Wrong to want you like I do. Part 1.

Pairing: (No Breakout AU) dbf!Joel Miller and f!reader.

Word count: 1.7k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: You're back in your hometown for the year to earn some cash while you work out what you wanna do with your life. The only problem is its spring; rainy season. And you don’t own a car nor do you know how to drive, so when you get caught in a big storm, you finally end up relying on your dad’s best friend to come and help.

Notes/Warnings: Smut/Fluff, swearing, Joel being a softie sweetheart for reader, oral(m receiving), mention of f masturbation, age gap (reader early 20’s/Joel 56), shy/awkward reader, no y/n.

A/N: Hoping on the dad’s best friend Joel train cause I have been eating those fics up lately, and they are so fricken good. Is this inspired by myself and the fact that I had to walk in the pouring rain to work on the other side of town and just spent the whole time daydreaming that I could have Joel come and pick me up? Maybe? So yes it’s a little self-indulgent cause I just am such a passenger princess, but I would be hella willing to learn to drive if Joel taught me hehe. I plan on making this a slow burn fic series, so let me know if y'all would want more. As always, thank you for any interactions with any of my posts. It's all very much appreciated. I'm also on A03 if you prefer reading on that platform. And my inbox is always open if you wanna chat! Enjoy bebes.

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“Fuck.” 

It was that time of year again where basically every week there was rain and lots of it. Normally you wouldn’t mind the rain, especially if you got to stay at home all day, with a nice cup of tea, reading or watching a movie and letting it lull you to sleep when night fell. But today, where you actually had to go out and walk to work without a car, it made your life a bit difficult.

Your parents had been kind enough to drive you to and from work a lot of the time, to which you generously compensated them for. But on days like this where they were both busy with work, and you didn't really have anyone else to ask for a ride from in your small town, you stubbornly decided to just walk in the pouring rain.

Usually you didn't mind, in fact you kind of enjoyed walking the long distance to work on the other side of town but times like these where the weather was shit, it was a dreadful experience. After you finished getting ready for work, you finally walked out the door and locked up the house. 

You sighed as you began to walk down you drive way and down your street, as not only was it raining heavily it was also windy as fuck, so the old umbrella you brought with you to try and protect yourself from the rain was threatening to bust with every swoop of wind that it got caught in. At least you had some music to entertain you, you thought as an old love song played through your earphones. You half-heartedly laughed at yourself, so you didn’t cry with how fucken soaked you were going to be when you got to work, therefore uncomfortable your entire shift. 

As you turned onto a busier road, you scowled a little at the drivers going past you in your cars, and as if your sour face triggered one of them, a truck going past suddenly pulled over next to you. Swallowing harshly, unsure of how this interaction was going to go, you warily walked past the truck. 

“Need a ride sweetheart?” A deep southern voice calls out.

You turn to get a better look at the source of the voice that called to you, and your shoulders immediately ease up. It was Joel, your dad’s best friend. A grumpy yet giving man who had known you since you were a young kid. And had also secretly been the star in your wet dreams and fantasies since you were old enough to think about those things. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as he gave you a soft smile and leaned over to open his passenger door.  You quickly got in and gave a big sigh of relief to be out of the cold and the rain. He chuckled softly and waited for you to put your seatbelt on. 

“Couldn’t catch a ride with Mom or Dad today, honey?” Joel asks, his big brown eyes melting from the inside out.

“Nah, they were both working, so they couldn't run me to work.”

Joel nods and starts up his truck again before driving off in the direction of your work. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“D'ya wanna put your music on sweet girl?” Joel asks after a few minutes.

You blush and look down shyly at your lap from the nickname. Butterflies continue to brew in your stomach. 

“Uh you probably won’t like the music I was listening to.” You awkwardly laugh.

“You don’t know that and besides even if it is horrible, I won’t mind one bit cause it’s what ya like.” Joel says, offering you a kind smile.

Your cheeks start to burn, you try and fight off the curve of the smile that threatens to upturn your lips but lose. You eventually pull out your phone and plug it into Joel's soundsystem and play the last song you were listening to.

Both of your eyebrows match each other from curiosity, as a slow melody begins to fill the cabin of the truck.

“When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get grey and cloudy and then the rain begins to fall.”

You look over to Joel's profile, his warm eyes transfixed on the road before him, his lips slightly smirking, a stark contrast to the rest of his overwise, hard exterior. A beat goes by, and you remember that you're starting and should look away.

“Then the rain begins to fall, pitter patter, pitter patter.”

“Didn't pin you for an old school music kinda gal, no offense, darling.”

You softly laugh. “Yeah well I like all kinds of music to be honest, but I just thought I would try and romatisic walking in the pouring rain to work and make it less miserable.”

Joel hums at your answer, seemingly not hating the music and maybe even enjoying the slow tunes. A new song starts playing as you near your work.

“Just a song before I go, to whom it may concern.”

“Mhhmmm good song. Love me some Crosby, Stills, and Nash.”

You smile to yourself thinking how when you first heard this song it reminded you of Joel. Your smile falters when you arrive at work and realise you have to leave Joel.

“Well thank you so much for the ride. Honestly such a life saver.”

“Anytime doll. Have a good shift.”

*********

That whole shift, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Joel, and you kept having to catch yourself, smiling wide to yourself like a dork. Quickly biting your tongue so you wouldn't get weird looks from the grin plastered on your face. Then your mind traveled to other places as you imagined yourself ‘thanking’ Joel for the ride.

“Thank you for the ride, Joel. However can I thank you?”

“Aw you don't need to thank me sugar, just seeing your pretty face is thanks enough.”

Your hands reach over and lightly grip the middle of his thigh, rubbing back and forth. Your eyes glossing over with lust as you glance at him. 

“Are you sure? I could help you with something in return.”

You watch him closely, grinning as his Adam's apple bobs, swallowing thickly.  You peer down at his jeans and see his evident excitement growing in his jeans, you bite your lip as you boldly cup him through his denim’s. He begins panting, a growl forming in the back of his throat, both a warning and dare to keep going. 

You move so you are more parallel, facing Joel and begin to slowly unzip his jeans. You shuck his jeans halfway down his thighs. Your mouth subconsciously waters, looking at his hefty size straining through his black boxers. You finally reach out and grab him through his boxers. Joel's head falls back against his head rest, a hiss passing through his teeth. 

You smile as you take his weeping cock out from its restraints. His girthy size, uncovered elicits a small gasp from you, to which he grins crookedly at. Before you let intimidation get the best of you, you reach out and start stroking his cock, your fingers barely touching where they meet around his width, before your thumb comes to swipe along his slit, shiny with pre-come.

“Don’t tease baby.” he softly growls before repeating it in a softer tone. “ Please don’t tease me baby.”

You look up at him with your doe eyes and mock a frown. Which immediately upturns when your hand quickly fastens it’s strokes, granting a soft moan from Joel's lips. He screws his eyes closed, tightly, relishing in the feel of your soft hands gripping him tightly, milking his pleasure.

The sounds of his growls turned whimpers as you bring him closer to his high spur you on with pure determination. You lower your body till your tongue makes contact with his tip, licking around the salty dark red head. Joel’s body jolts slightly, the muscles in his thighs tensing for a moment. You smile to yourself from how sensitive Joel is as you slip his tip past your lips. 

“Fuck…” He quietly whispers.

His chest rises up and down rapidly, and he wills himself to open his eyes so he can see the beauty before him. He swears he nearly comes as he makes eye contact with you, your pretty eyes boring into his own, as you take him deeper into your mouth. His big hand comes up to cup the back of your head, resting gently on your scalp. You moan around him at the sweet, comforting gesture.

You can tell he is holding back the urge to buck his hips and fuck your face, the thought which makes your panties continue to grow wetter. But for now you're glad he is letting you take control, letting you thank him. You grip his length a big tighter and stroke what can’t fit into your mouth faster, letting your head lower till his tip touches the back of your throat. You try to fight back the tears that threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. 

He mutters curse words softly to himself, trying to fight off his nearing orgasm, wanting to feel you hot, wet, perfect mouth around him long as possible, a feeling he could easily get used to, get addicted to. His thumb comes to brush away a stray tear that falls down your blushed cheeks. 

“Fuck…Fuck look so pretty like this darling…taking my fat cock down your throat.”

You can tell he is teetering on the edge as usually quiet Joel is replaced by the Joel who speaks filthy words endlessly into the air.

“Fuck your such a good girl, sucking my cock so damn good for me.”

“You're too good at that sweetheart, sucking the goddamn soul out of me.”

You moan around his cock at his praise, your other hand reaches down to play with his balls.

The combined stimulation is enough to send him over the edge. Joel pants, whines and moans as you work him through his high, eventually pulling away when he hisses from oversensitivity.

Your daydreams are caught short when your boss calls out to you, telling you to go down to storage and get something. You literally shake your head trying to get rid of the dirty fantasies that stain your mind. God forbid anyone could read your mind.

You try and stop thinking about Joel the rest of the shift to which you surprisingly succeed. You do end up with your hand down your pyjama shorts later that night, softly mewing out Joel's name into the quiet late night. Oh how you couldn't wait for another rainy day.

******

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Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey (F!MC) - eventually 😊 Rating: Teen Words: 1,750 Series Summary: Can be found here. Chapter Summary: Jackie's day off does not go as planned when one, then two, unexpected visitors appeared. As Casey got ready for her lunch, "not date," Jackie & Bryce had some words for Tobias. A/N: For information about Tobias x Casey preceding this series, see here. This short series is part of the From Here to There Series that details how they ended up together after all. Participating in @choicesfebruary2024 - Philia/Deep Friendship - Jackie & Bryce, Tobias, too. Ludus - Tobias & Casey - though they don't see that yet. 😉 With Warning Masterlist | Tobias x Casey Masterlist My Full Masterlist

Six Weeks After Chemical Attack

It was a cold, grey Saturday morning in Boston. The perfect day for lying around in ratty old pajamas and doing as little as humanly possible. As the only roommate fortunate enough to have the day off, Jackie Varma was already planted on the couch, attempting to do just that... if it weren’t for one interloper. She spread out in an unnaturally long position, pressing her feet firmly into the sole other occupant, hoping he’d get a clue.

He didn’t.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Lahela!” She spat. “Can’t you take a hint?”

Startled, Bryce looked up from his phone. “Huh? What?”

“I’m practically pushing you off the couch, and still, you just sit there.”

“I didn’t notice.” Lifting Jackie’s feet from the side of his thigh, he plopped them onto his lap and grinned. “There, all better now.”

Jackie threw her head back and surrendered with a sigh. “If I’m stuck with you here, I suppose we should at least pick a movie to watch.”

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Wanna wait for Casey to get out of the bathroom so we can pick something together?”

“Casey’s going out. I was supposed to have the place to myself, but noooo...”  

“Out?” He asked with raised brows. “As in outside?”

“No. Out as in outer space,” Jackie quipped. “Of course, outside!”

“Well, that’s great!” Bryce enthused. I mean, she’s been skittish about leaving the apartment since... well, you know... She’s going out... this... this is good!”

Jackie twisted her lips. “I suppose. I just wish she’d go out with someone other than...”

The doorbell rang, interrupting Jackie, and seconds later, a breathless Casey poked her head into the room. 

“Guys!” she huffed. “I’m not ready yet... can you get that for me?”

Jackie crossed her arms with a frown. “No.”

Ignoring her, Casey looked at Bryce with pleading eyes. “Bryce... please?”

Bryce always found it hard to say no to her, and since the attack that multiplied. Still, he was in no hurry to answer. Stretching his back, he looked at Jackie.  

“Carrick?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Jackie hummed.

Bryce rubbed his brow. “She’s been seeing a lot of him... no?”

“He takes her to therapy every Wednesday. If she books an extra visit, he takes her to that, too. Then, once a week, he stops by to take her out for the day."

“Like on a date?”

“She swears it’s not a date.”

“And you believe her?”

Jackie shrugged. She was about to say something when Casey' popped in again.

“GUYS! It’s cold outside! Are you going to let him in?”

"Sure..." Bryce grinned.

“Thank you, Bryce. I should just be another fifteen minutes, tops! And please... be nice to him.”

“Nice?” Bryce was insulted. “I’m always nice!”

“You weren’t the one I was worried about,” Casey smirked.

“Don’t worry,” Bryce winked. “I’ll keep Jackie in line. Go finish up!"

“I will," Casey said, rushing away, "but I reserve the right to worry!”

The door finally swung open, and Tobias seemed surprised—and a little disappointed—that it was Bryce greeting him. “Hey,” he said gregariously. “I didn't expect to see you here.”

Bryce leaned nonchalantly against the door jam, carefully studying his subject. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

An awkward silence lingered until Tobias gestured beyond the door. “Is it OK if I come inside?”

“Oh, sure!” Bryce replied, pushing the door open with his foot. "Casey’s not ready yet, but you can wait in the living room with Jackie and me.”

Jackie stared Tobias down from the minute he walked in, but if he was affected, he didn't show it.

“Jackie,” he nodded. She replied with a stiff nod of her own.

Uncomfortable with the tension, Bryce offered Tobias a drink, which he politely declined.

“You sure? Would you like a little snack, perhaps... Casey said fifteen minutes, but I know that was probably a gross underestimation."

“Thanks,” Tobias smiled. “I appreciate it, but Casey & I are having lunch at Amelia’s, so I want to save my appetite.”

“Amelia’s? In Cambridge?” Bryce asked. " It's Kind of a romantic place for a friendly lunch, no?”

“You think so?” Tobias perplexed. “I mean, it’s a nice place, but it’s not where I’d go if I wanted to impress a date."

“Oh. Where would you go if trying to do that?”

“Well, I don’t know...” the older doctor stalled. “Contessa, maybe? Or O Ya. O Ya is really nice, and you can never go wrong with Menton’s. Why, Bryce? Do you have someone you're trying to impress? I'm happy to give you some tips.”

“No,” Bryce replied, a slightly menacing smile on his lips. I'm just taking notes... in case I ever hear you're taking Casey to one of those places."

Tobias raised a brow, his eyes vacillating between Casey’s two friends. “Uh, did I do something?” he asked.

“How far back am I allowed to go when answering that question?” Jackie snapped.

“Jackie, cut him a break,” Bryce injected, earning him a death glare from his friend.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because Casey takes forever to get ready, but she’s not that slow. Our time is limited... you don’t want to go too far back."

“All right, guys,” Tobias grumbled. “Funs over. If you want to make this quick, how about you just level with me?”

“Fine,” Jackie declared. “What’s going on between you and Casey? You’ve been seeing an awful lot of each other, and I'm not sure I like it."

“Casey is a friend, Jackie. I'm helping her out until she's comfortable taking public transportation again. There is nothing sinister going on."

“And your weekly... dates?” Bryce questioned.

“They’re not... they’re not dates. Look, you both know what she's been going through and how she's still struggling with being in public. But she seems comfortable going out with me... so I'm trying to be there, to help her get to get back to her old self. There are no ulterior motives.”

Bryce turned to Jackie. “You have to admit, she does seem really happy today. I haven’t seen her like that in a while.”

Jackie’s eyes narrowed to tiny slits as Bryce mouthed: “What?”

“So they’re not dates?” She asked pointedly.

“No! At least not in the way you’re suggesting.”

“Do you want them to be?” Bryce followed up.

Tobias pursed his lips. “Is there a reason you're interrogating me?"

“I don’t know,” Bryce replied. “Is there a reason you’re not answering?”

"Your reputation kind of sucks, Carrick. And you already fucked Casey over once. We were the ones who helped her get over that... and we don't want to see it happen again. Especially not now."

“You know,” Tobias chuckled. “Under normal circumstances, it would be pretty insulting for you to be playing overprotective Mom and Dad for a brilliant twenty-seven-year-old woman. But I understand that circumstances haven’t exactly been normal. You’re being good friends, and I don’t blame you for being protective. I know I've made mistakes, and I know she’s in a rough place right now, but I swear to you, I’m only here to help her... not hurt her.”

"Why should we believe you?" Jackie asked.

"Because I know how much I screwed up with her in the past, but Casey means a lot to me. I can't tell you how grateful I am that she's allowed me into her life as a friend... but I promise you... that’s all we are... friends. Casey would never want to be more than that with me."

“And if she did?" Bryce challenged.

“If she did, I'd tell her she's not in an emotional space to make that kind of a decision now. I'd never take advantage of her like that. I've learned a lot of lessons recently myself, and I'm trying to do the right thing. If I wanted to be fucking around, I can name five women off the top of my head that I could be spending the day with... but I’m here... because Casey is important to me, and helping her matters much more."

“You know,” Bryce softened. “I watched you... the night of the attack... before that, my opinion of you was pretty low... but that night, I saw how scared you were. I do believe you when you say you care about her.”

Jackie turned to Bryce with disgust. “You're so damn weak!” Shifting her gaze back to Tobias, she was blunt. “What Bryce wanted to say is, we’re giving you the benefit of the doubt. And you’re right; she is fragile, but we’re not. Don’t fuck with her, Carrick. If I so much as suspect that you’re fucking with her... you’ll live to regret it.”

“I have no intention of hurting her ever again, Jackie. You both have my word.”

“Good,” Jackie noted. “But if you’re lying to us... well, he knows how to use a scalpel, and I know how to dispose of body parts. Understood?”

“Duly noted,” Tobias smirked.

“I’m not joking,” Jackie reprimanded. “And for the record, I’m not saying we’d kill you. No. I’m saying you’d be missing your most treasured appendage for the rest of your natural-born life.”

“So, to be clear, you’re not threatening my life... just my genitalia.”

“From what I know about you... that would be a fate worse than death,” Bryce declared.

“Well, you two won’t have to go all Bobbit on me... I promise... ... I will do right by Casey.”

The conversation came to a quick halt when they heard Casey's footsteps approaching in the hall. 

“Hey,” she beamed upon entering the room. “I’m so sorry I’m late!”

"It's not a problem at all," Tobias grinned.

She glanced at Jackie and Bryce, then back to Tobias. “Were they nice to you?”

“Sure were,” he fibbed. “Couldn't have been more polite. Now... you ready for lunch?”

“You better believe it!” Casey gushed. “I looked at Amelia's menu online... they have zuppa de pesce! I never get to eat that unless my Mom makes it. Have you ever had it at here?”

Their voices diminished as they walked toward the door, but Jackie and Bryce listened as long as they could.

“It’s delicious,” Tobias confirmed. “But are you getting it with octopus or without?”

“Iww. Without!”

When the door shut, and Jackie sighed wearily, and Bryce gave her a comforting tap on the knee."

“Kids, they grow up so darned fast these days.”

“Lahella. I’m in no mood.”

“I get it. But you have to admit, it was nice to see her happy for a change."

“I know. That's exactly why I'm worried.”

“She’s a big girl, Jackie.”

“Yeah, and we have BIG eyes.”

“We do,” Bryce nodded with a grin. “Let’s give him a chance, and if he messes with her...”

“Then bring on the scalpel... we ride at dawn.”

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