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dracoslittlepet · 2 years

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🖤 Love To Hate You 🖤

•Part Two•

🐍DRACO MALFOY X READER SERIES🐍

You and Draco Malfoy had your first meeting in the gardens of his parents' manor, and needless to say, it didn't go well. You've found yourself less than impressed with him, and determined to avoid him at all costs. But that might turn out to be a bit harder than you think...

• fluff; language; brief mention/threat of violence

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One week. It had already been one week since the start of the school year, and your grand scheme to try and avoid Draco Malfoy wasn't working out as well as you thought it would. It didn't help that you two shared several of the same classes together. But at least one of the positives was that you both were always seated as far from each other as possible.

Still, avoiding him was nothing short of a rather monumental task. Several of the other Slytherins you had quickly become friends with during your first week here seemed to, most unfortunately, be associated with Draco in some way or another. Like that Pansy Parkinson girl, for instance... She was your friend, sure.

But she was also Draco's friend. This would prove to be problematic on more than one occasion; the two of you would often walk to class together, and you'd be getting along just splendidly... And then you'd see him standing there, waiting for Pansy. And you would automatically come up with some new excuse as to why you suddenly had to leave.

If anyone else in your House knew about the animosity shared between you and Draco, they certainly didn't say anything. Maybe they simply didn't care. That was fine by you; the less people you'd have to speak to that were associated with him, the better, in your opinion.

Aside from Pansy, the only other people you actually made an effort to give a damn about were Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, and Vincent Crabbe. You didn't particularly care much for Crabbe's friend Goyle, however. He was far too close to Draco for your sense of comfort, and he could stay that way, for all you were concerned. Let the two of them be a couple of prats together...

Sitting here now at the breakfast table in the Great Hall, you heaved a sigh. "Problem, little Pureblood?" you heard Pansy speak up, amusement in her tone. You glanced up from your cereal bowl, scowling as your eyes drifted down the table to where Draco was sitting, chatting with some of his friends. "Look at him, sitting there with that stupid smirk on his face." you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Pansy's laugh had you turning your head sharply to stare across the table at her. "What is it with you and Draco? I swear, every time you two are together, it's death stares and swear words! It's like you two hate each other!" she laughed. You scowled at her, before casting one last glance down the table at Draco.

"That's because we do hate each other." you answered, suddenly feeling rather irritated as you looked back at Pansy. Both of those perfect dark brows rose in unison, her brown eyes widening slightly. "But why? He's not that bad-" she started, but something in your expression suddenly made the rest of the words die out in her throat.

"Pans, he's a fucking nightmare. He's mean, arrogant, self-centered, and a bully." you pointed out. She made a face at you before shrugging. "Not everyone understands him, so what? What else don't you like about him?" she asked. You let out a sigh before counting off on your fingers.

"Well, let's see. How about... His hair, his face, his voice, his stupid little smirk, the way he smells, his face, how he always has to be the best at everything, oh, and did I mention his face?" you answered, rolling your eyes again. Pansy laughed, leaning forward a little to glance down the table at Draco. As you watched, he suddenly turned his head to look in your guys' direction.

He gave a curt nod to Pansy, even offering her a little wave. But then, as his eyes met yours, they narrowed, and he gave you the middle finger before abruptly standing up and leaving the table. Pansy gasped, turning to you with wide eyes, but you simply shrugged. "You see? It's shit like that that makes me not want to be around him. I hate him." you told her.

"I still don't understand, what did you do to make Draco hate you so much?" Pansy asked. You bit your lip at the memory of that night in the gardens of Malfoy Manor, a laugh threatening to escape you. "I, um... I called him a git the first time we met." you admitted. "You did not!" Pansy gasped. You nodded, shrugging again.

"I did indeed. Not sorry about it, either. He was being a git. Acting all pompous and disdainful, like he thought he was better than me and my family. It's like, get over yourself, mate, we're both Purebloods here." you answered with a light scoff. A moment of silence passed between you and Pansy, until the two of you locked eyes and started laughing.

"Ooh, no wonder he doesn't like you! I feel sort of bad, though. We're hosting a party next week, and I know things are going to be awkward between you two." she said, as the both of you got up and started heading out of the Great Hall, on your way to class. You scoffed again, waving her off.

"What's going to be so awkward about it? He can do his thing and I'll do mine. I've avoided him this long, what's a few more days, right?" you answered, following Pansy up one of the staircases and down the hall. But even as you said the words, you yourself didn't quite believe them, not entirely. Sure, you had avoided Draco as often as you could, but how much longer could you really do it...?

"So, uh, Draco. What's the deal with you and Y/N?" Blaise asked, raising an eyebrow at the blonde boy from across the table. Ugh, and there it was... Draco's mouth curved down in a scowl, his eyes narrowing as he avoided meeting the inquisitive gaze of the boy sitting across from him.

"There is no deal. I don't have any idea what you're getting at, Zabini." he muttered. A light scoff sounded from across the table, and Draco's eyes reluctantly slid up to meet Blaise's. "Bullshit. You know damn well what I'm getting at. You two haven't spoken to each other once, since Y/N joined our House earlier this week." Blaise said.

"That's because I don't like her. In fact, I suppose you could even say I hate her. I hate everything about her. She's stubborn, opinionated, she's forceful and blunt with her words, and she's far too defensive." Draco answered. Blaise laughed, earning a deep scowl from the blonde boy.

"Amused, Blaise?" he snarled. Blaise simply shrugged, unable to keep from smirking. "No, it's just... All the reasons why you hate her. It reminds me of another certain Slytherin I know." he said, casting a pointed look at Draco. A spark of anger suddenly flared up inside Draco; exactly what the fuck was Blaise insinuating?

Was it that Y/N reminded him of Draco, was that it? "Just what are you on about, Zabini?" Draco asked, another scowl already forming on his lips. The boy merely shrugged again, though the smirk had since faded from his face. "I'm just saying, don't hate her before you even get to fully know her. You two might actually have more in common than you think, mate." he answered.

That spark burned a little hotter inside Draco, only working to fuel the ever-building hatred he had built up towards Y/N. She hadn't even been here a week, and already she was getting all nice and cozy with his friends?? "And do you? Know her, I mean? Do you really?" Draco ground out through gritted teeth. There was silence from Blaise's end of the table, not a good sign, in Draco's opinion.

Finally, the boy answered, an almost weary note in his voice. "I... Sort of. Better than I did her first night here, anyway. She's not that bad, she's actually quite pleasant to be around, on a good day. She's more docile when you're not around." he answered quietly. Draco's eyes narrowed at this new information. "Meaning?" he pressed impatiently.

"Meaning that she's in a better mood when she doesn't have to worry about you clawing your way down her throat. She's... Happier, almost. It kind of makes it hard to believe she's actually a Slytherin, when she's in a good mood." Blaise responded. He almost seemed to be choosing his words a little more carefully this time, Draco noticed.

"You might want to try being nice to her. You'd be surprised how well she'd react." Blaise added, a bit quieter. Draco didn't answer, instead letting his thoughts and Blaise's words echo through his mind.

"Be nice to her...."

"She's more docile when you're not around..."

"Clawing your way down her throat..."

Draco hated this. He hated all of it, he hated her. Because now he was actually starting to quite possibly reconsider things. What if, Merlin forbid, Blaise was right? The mere thought of having to play nice with Y/N, of being civil towards her... It couldn't happen. Because what if it led to things that Draco wasn't prepared to face?

What if it led to him somehow catching feelings for her? What if, Merlin forbid, Draco actually let himself fall in love with someone like her? What if he even liked it, liked the thought of being hers, of seeing her smile at him and laugh with him, instead of seeing her scowl at him and having her avoid him? No. It couldn't happen, it couldn't be allowed to happen, not now... Not ever.

Draco swallowed hard, avoiding meeting Blaise's eyes for the rest of the period. When class was finally dismissed, Draco was one of the first ones to leave, not wanting to face Blaise and the other awful truths he might so unhelpfully dispense.

As he reached the northwest courtyard, Draco suddenly stopped short in his tracks, his gaze drawn to two figures sitting beneath a tree, his favorite tree. It was Pansy... And Y/N. Even from here, he could see Y/N laughing at something Pansy said, a huge grin on her face.

As Draco watched, Pansy said something else to Y/N and the other girl doubled up in more laughter, before falling over and accidentally landing in Pansy's lap. The Slytherin girl reached down with one hand and brushed some stray hair away from Y/N's face, an almost adoring expression on her face.

And to Draco's surprise and ultimate horror, he suddenly found himself feeling just a tad annoyed by Pansy, that same little spark of anger building up within him again. As Draco stood there watching, Pansy happened to look up at that moment, her eyes briefly meeting his own. She lightly nudged Y/N, and the other girl lazily turned her head to face Draco.

But even from here, Draco could see her smile disappear, replaced by a scowl. One of her hands curled into a fist, her fingers ripping up several blades of grass in the process. As Y/N sat up, Pansy beckoned Draco over with a smile, but he turned away with a clenched jaw, his gaze cold and his eyes narrowed. At that moment, Blaise's words once again echoed through Draco's mind.

"Be nice to her..."

"Docile when you're not around..."

A new thought suddenly wormed its way into Draco's head, unwelcome and unbidden. "You could love her if you wanted to..." No. No, he couldn't. Would she even let him if he tried, if he... Draco couldn't even finish the thought. She would never let him get near enough to be able to breathe the same air as her, to be able to touch her, really touch her...

She would never let him get close enough to kiss her the way she's probably never been kissed by anybody before, the way she deserved to be kissed. With a frustrated sigh, Draco continued walking off in the opposite direction, wanting to get as far away from Y/N as he possibly could, for the time being.

This was it, the night of the infamous party that Pansy and everyone else had been talking about over the past few days. As you tugged on the hem of your dress for what felt like the millionth time, a sigh slipped past your lips, drawing the attention of one Pansy Parkinson.

"Sickle for your thoughts, Y/N?" she asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, as she faced her reflection in the mirror. You moved to stand behind her, leaning forward and resting your chin on her shoulder. "What is the point of all this, exactly? I mean, I get that it's a sort of hurrah, a welcome back for all the old money of Slytherin, but... He's going to be there. What's the point?" you sighed.

Pansy raised an eyebrow at you in the mirror, turning around and placing a hand on either of your bare shoulders. "The point, Y/N... Is to go out and have some fun. You don't have to actually speak to Draco, you don't even have to be in the same proximity as him." she pointed out.

Unable to help yourself, the faintest of smiles ghosted onto your face. "Wow. 'Proximity', that's a big word for you, Pans." you teased her. She made a face at you, one corner of her mouth lifting in a brief sneer, before she grinned, rolling her eyes at you. "Oh, shut up! You know, I'm a lot smarter than some of you prats give me credit for." she retorted.

"I know." you murmured, offering her a light smile. She grinned back at you before tugging you out of the room by your wrist. Already, you could hear, you could even feel, the heavy bass of the music from down in the Common Room.

The large space was packed with most, if not all, the students in your House, and even some from the other Houses. You could swear you saw a Ravenclaw or two somewhere in the crowd of people.

But it's not them you were really looking for. It was him you were keeping an eye out for... And within a matter of seconds, you saw him. Dressed to the nines in full black and looking as disdainful as always, Draco Malfoy was the picture, the living epitome, of Slytherin's old money, the high society.

He was currently lounging back against one of the tables in the massive room, chatting with what was indeed a Ravenclaw, but the moment you and Pansy stepped out into the room, it's like his eyes were suddenly drawn to the pair of you... Or rather, just you.

Even from here, you could see those cool blue-grey eyes of his widen a fraction, his lips parting slightly as he stood there staring at you, you could practically hear his breath hitching in his throat.

But as quickly as the moment came, it departed. With a slight tensing of his jaw, Draco Malfoy once again became that cold, holier-than-thou persona, turning away to head off in the opposite direction. That was fine by you; once again, the longer you could avoid having to talk to him, the better. "I see you two still aren't speaking!" Pansy suddenly called over the loud music and chattering of students.

You shot her a look, and she merely shrugged, before grabbing ahold of your wrist and leading you over to a table littered with unopened bottles of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. Before you could tell her no, she had already popped the top off one of the bottles, pouring you a glass and handing it to you. "Bottoms up, little Pureblood!" she called out, grinning at you.

You couldn't help it, her good mood was just a tad infectious. Rolling your eyes and barely managing to hide your own grin, you took a big swig out of the cup, relishing the bittersweet burn in the back of your throat as the alcohol went down. Maybe this was a good idea after all, maybe you'd get lucky and drown your poor little sorrows in as much Ogden's Old as you could handle.

As you and Pansy stood there watching everyone else for a moment, a boy you recognized from your House came strolling up, a lazy sort of smile on his face. It was Theodore Nott, one of Draco's friends. You couldn't help tensing up a little, your grip tightening on your cup of Firewhisky.

Pansy, however, greeted Nott with a light slap on the back and a catlike grin. "Theo, what are you doing lurking over here?" she shouted over the music. He shrugged, producing a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and pulling one out of the carton, lighting up within seconds. He offered the pack to you and Pansy, but you both declined.

"This blows, mate! Turpin has turned me down, yet again!" Nott called out, emitting a heavy sigh, cigarette smoke escaping from between his lips. Pansy laughed, her eyebrows raising. "Wait, is this that little Ravenclaw from last year??" she called back. He nodded, his mouth turning down in a scowl as he took a deep drag from his cigarette.

"Ugh, her loss! Theo, darling, she's too stuck up for the likes of you, anyway!" Pansy shouted, patting Nott on the back. He shrugged, before turning to you. "I'd ask you, but word has it you're too involved with Malfoy these days anyway!" he called out. You nearly choked on your next swig of Firewhisky; this was news to you.

"I-involved?? H-how?" you spluttered, suddenly feeling more than a little put out. Nott raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You and Malfoy are always at each other's throats, when you're not avoiding each other. You got some beef with my mate that I don't know about?" he answered, amusement clear in his tone.

You could feel your cheeks reddening as you once again recalled the evening you and Draco Malfoy first met. Nott let out a laugh when you got to the part about calling Draco a git. "No way, you didn't! Really? Oh, you're either really brave or really stupid, doll! Either way, wow!" he crowed, grinning. "She's a right bold one, this one!" he added to Pansy, nodding at you.

She shrugged, grinning. "Isn't she, though? I'm kind of sorry I missed all of it!" she called back, laughing. Once again, her mood was catching, and you found yourself relaxing a bit more, even laughing a little with Nott and Pansy. But like most good things, it was inevitable that it would come to an end.

He came up behind you, casting an irritated look down at you as he went by. "Smoking again, Nott? I thought you said you'd quit last year." Draco drawled loudly, his tone just as disdainful as you remembered it. Nott shot him a warning look, but before you could jump to his defense, Pansy chimed in.

"Oh, you're one to talk! You go through what, two or three full cigarettes, in the morning? Bloody hypocrite!" she retorted, rolling her eyes at the blonde boy. A muscle in Draco's jaw tensed, but he didn't respond, instead raising an eyebrow at Nott expectantly.

A small spark of irritation suddenly prickled under your skin; how dare he treat his friends this way?? Taking another sip of your Firewhisky, you scoffed. "Two a day, huh? Bit of a nasty habit we have, don't we? At least Nott actually tried to quit!" you shouted over the music.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the boy in question shoot you a grateful smile, before he disappeared into the crowd. Draco glared down at you, his mouth set in a sneer. "I don't remember asking you, brat!" he snarled. Your grip tightened on your cup for the second time that night; oh, how you wanted nothing more than to chuck it at his face.

"What the fuck is your problem, Draco?" you shouted, your previous irritation boiling over into unchecked anger. His eyes flashed a dark, steely grey at your casual use of his first name, and he leaned down until his face was an inch from yours. "I don't like you, Y/N. In fact, I think I rather hate you!" he spat, his jaw clenching in anger of his own.

The tension was so thick between you two at that moment, it would probably take a battle-axe to be able to cut through it. Leaning ever closer, you glared back at him, your eyes narrowing. "Yeah? Fuck you too, you prat!" you hissed. Beside you, you could hear Pansy let out a shocked squeak, before she quickly covered it with a poorly disguised cough.

Draco's eyes narrowed as he stared at you, his sneer still in place. By now, you were more than a little aware of several people watching the two of you, but you didn't give a damn. The precious Prince of Slytherin wanted to act like an infuriating dick? That was fine, two could play at that game. Poking him hard in the chest, you glared at him again.

"I hope you choke on your next drink tonight. In fact, I hope you eat it, Malfoy! One of these days, you'll get what's coming to you!" you hissed through gritted teeth. He laughed, but there wasn't a shred of humor in the noise. "Oh, yeah? And who's gonna give it to me, a pathetic little thing like yourself?" he retorted, a dark smirk on his face.

As he straightened up, his eyes flashed that steely grey again. "Please, Y/N! Like you could even take me!" he laughed, shaking his head at you. Anger, a bright fiery red, burned behind your eyes and your cheeks, and before you knew what was happening, your right hand had curled into a fist and swung itself hard at Draco, making sharp and instant contact with his face.

You're pretty sure you weren't the only one that night who heard the somewhat satisfying crack of bones being shattered, but it didn't really matter. What's done was done, and if you honestly had to admit it to yourself, it felt sort of good.

Seeing the horrified look in Draco's eyes as he stumbled back a few steps, his hands clutching at his broken, bleeding nose and rapidly swelling left cheekbone, combined with the sound of cheers and whistles from some of the other students...? Yeah, that felt good.

Casting a dark look at the boy, you tossed back the last of your Firewhisky before turning and storming off to the girls' dorms, snatching up a bottle of Ogden's Old on the way. Behind you, you could hear Pansy's voice calling after you over the sound of more cheers, but you ignored her.

You just wanted to drown it all in alcohol and subsequently sleep it off. In other words, you wanted to forget that tonight even happened, at least for a little while. Slamming the door behind you, you angrily pulled your hair loose from its sleek updo, before wrenching the top off the bottle of Firewhisky, and swallowing a deep mouthful.

You were grateful for the burn at the back of your throat; for the time being, it was a momentary distraction from the disaster of tonight's party. You had told Pansy you didn't want to show up, you warned her about you seeing Draco! With a scoff to yourself, you took another swig of alcohol before setting the bottle on your bedside table.

You hastily removed your dress, before putting on your nightclothes, muttering to yourself the entire time. Just who the fuck did that spoiled, snobbish dick think he was?? So what if he came from good upbringing, that didn't give him the right to treat you the way he did, to treat anybody the way he did!

Scoffing to yourself again, you took one last swallow of alcohol before climbing into bed and turning out the light. Fuck that pretty boy and his stupid smirks and bad attitude! You were starting to remember why you didn't like him to begin with...

"Hold still!" Blaise snapped, glaring at Draco. Waving his wand at the boy's face, he muttered a quick healing spell, before sitting there continuing to glare at him. "Don't see why you're in such a foul mood, I'm the one that got hit." Draco muttered. "And whose fault is that?" Blaise retorted in response. Draco shot the boy a warning look, one corner of his mouth lifting in a sneer.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Blaise cut him off. "No, shut up. What the fuck did I tell you that day in class? What was one of the biggest things I told you, about Y/N?" he said, an irritated look on his face. Draco avoided his gaze, instead staring at the flames flickering away in the Common Room fireplace, at least until Blaise snapped his fingers in the boy's face.

"Hey! Pay attention! Didn't I tell you, didn't I fucking tell you, to be nice to Y/N?? That she does better when you're not around?" he snapped. Draco's jaw tensed, but he reluctantly nodded. A moment of silence passed, before Blaise heaved a sigh. "So what in Merlin's name happened tonight, Draco?? Why did our sweet little girl all but murder you tonight??" he asked.

Draco found that he himself didn't quite have the answer to that one. He hadn't been thinking, he had just reacted, he had just... Snapped. He had never truly meant to say those hurtful things to Y/N, not really. So why had he? With a grumbling sigh, Draco ran one hand over his face, feeling rather frustrated with himself.

All she had done was defend Nott against him, and he had pounced on her. Without even thinking about it, he had lashed out, he had hurt her more than even he himself probably knew. Granger had once pointed out to him during his third year that he was nothing more than the school bully, and now he realized, with a dawning sense of horror, that maybe she had been right all along.

Was that all he was to Y/N? Nothing more than a bully, someone designed to hurt her every chance he got? Swallowing hard, Draco finally met Blaise's gaze, his heart feeling a bit heavy. The boy regarded him with a stern look in his brown eyes, nodding firmly.

"You know what you have to do tomorrow, you git. Apologize to her, make it up to her, do whatever the hell you have to do. No more going after her the way you did tonight, Draco. She doesn't deserve that." he said. With that, he turned and left the empty Common Room, heading off up the stairs to bed for the night.

He was right, Draco knew that. He wished he didn't know it, but Blaise had made a fair point. Tomorrow... Tomorrow, he would try and swallow his fucking pride and apologize to Y/N, even if he died trying. After all, what's the worst that could happen? She had already decked him in the face... Right?

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A/N: So now we reach Part Two, and what do you know? They still haven't worked out their differences, not in the least. 💚 But that's not to say that they still can't, right? Anyway, hoping you guys enjoyed this bit, and I'll see you in the next one! 🐍

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#draco malfoy x reader series #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy series #draco malfoy #draco #fluff #tw mention of violence #series #love to hate you #part two #WOW... i mean wow #will they ever get along with each other?#it doesn't look like it...#but don't fret #there's hope for them yet #(hey that rhymed!)

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twocubez · 1 year

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i see a lot of very cool and dramatic angsty weird route fan art with kris and noelle and occaisionally spamton every now and then, but i'm sorta surprised that there isn't more about berdly. i guess it makes sense, the whole thing is more about the Death of Berdly rather than the guy himself, but i still think it's kind of unexplored. or maybe it's just because he doesn't really... well, he doesn't have cool angel or puppet motifs or a badass second form or anything, he just defends his friend and then dies in kind of a silly looking pose. that being said, i dunno if i would change a thing about the snowgrave crystal sprite, it is iconic for a reason. anyway uh... more berdly weird route angst. imagine if he survived but like with trauma. i wanna write something about the last couple of thoughts running through his head before he died

#transmissions #idk man it's just something i was thinking about #i guess there really is no elegance in being this bird #even your death looks a little absurd #hey that rhymes #okay time for bed

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airyairyaucontraire · 1 year

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look, it's probably a Marvel catchphrase I just don't recognise because I barely go here, so many of these people have inane catchphases like "It's clobberin' time"

but in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever during Namor and Shuri's big fight, he puts up his dukes and says, in Mayan, according to the subtitles, "Imperius Rex."

How do you speak Latin in Mayan?

#anyway she clobbered him #oh and he impaled her but she appears to have walked it off?#without... visible... blood loss...#look this chick can 3D print a herb i guess she can do what she wants #on one hand I wanted her to win because she's a bright young thing and he was being a dick #on the other I wanted him to win because she KEPT MISPRONOUNCING HIS NAME #what is that how you pronounce the spanish word amor with a wakandan/xhosa accent?#like speaking latin in mayan?#remember how in early episodes where it was mentioned captain picard pronounced bajor ba-ZHOR #and later on it was established as being pronounced BAY-jor rhyming with major #well I just always liked to think that's how you pronounce bajor in french #like saying paree instead of pariss #I guess I feel differently about mispronouncing a planet's name than mispronouncing an individual person's name #that or I'll make excuses for captain picard because hey I love him

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truthundressing · 2 years

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im seeing lou at the o2🥺💟

#hey that rhymes🥺🥺#THAT WAS FUCKING TORTUREEEEE #my uni wifi went out when i tried to get tickets this morning at 9 so i had to wait till the lecture ended at 12 and its only just all gone #through my godddddd😭😭😭😭#i basically waited and waited until 1 ticket came up for lower level seating bc the high seats at the o2 literally make me feel sick and i #finally got it😭😭😭#really wanted turin as well but idk the layout as well so im umming and ahhing about it still :/#or one of the spain ones but theyre like basically all gone😭😭😭😭#maybe vienna actually idk ill have another look after my lunch #but regardless im seeing him in london town🥺💟

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alteredphoenix · 7 months

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Been watching raocow play Banjo-Tooie and a bunch of BK/BT speedruns and it's making me yearn for Banjo-Threeie to be an actual thing.

#why didn't this happen #why do companies always wait 20+ years to continue a dormant IP #and play the HEY KIDS GUESS WHAT WE'RE BRINGING BACK AND HOPES MAKES US MONEY SO WE CAN KEEP THE IP ALIVE cards #good fucking lord why do they always DO THAT #i remember looking forward to banjo-threeie as a girl only to get nuts and bolts #which. i don't have an opinion on b/c i've never watched a playthrough of it #b/c one: ye gods what ARE THOSE DESIGNS #and two: it's a BK game but. it just doesn't feel like a BK game #and three: the whole nintendo-rare-xbox deal is a Huge Mess #so of course they had to figure out a way to reflect this in the BK world #and IIRC nuts and bolts made BK the most washed up versions of themselves #like i'm sorry but grunty's disembodied flesh-less skull has been floating around for TWO DECADES #when are we going to see her try to get back at the main duo and rhyme again w/o her sisters dunking on her for it?

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nonasuch · 3 months

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IT IS TIME: Miss Universe National Costume 2023

it's here! the Met Gala for people who actually understand what camp is!

yes I'm like 3 months late, but I sat down and watched the damn thing. I put up with the horrible little rhyming couplets for each contestant so you don't have to. and without further ado:

Albania: Starting off very Victoria’s Secret this year! Apparently it’s gold for important symbolism reasons, not just because everything in this competition is blinged out to within an inch of its life. The wings do look nice in motion!

Angola has a good balance of bling, actual cultural dress, and oh hey it has surprise bonus art on the back! That will be a theme this year.

Argentina: Why is there a guy in a hat right down at the bottom edge of her cape. He looks like he’s staring at her butt. How does this represent their flag.

Aruba: This is fine. I like the coral. She thinks climate change is bad. Her parrot is clearly way too heavy to hold up and it wobbles like crazy in motion.

Australia: This is now multiple years in a row that Australia has just worn a fucking prom dress. It’s got native wildflowers on. You could have made this exact same dress with a Great Barrier Reef theme and I would have liked it 80% more.

Bahamas: This costume is allegedly based on a 19th-century doll from the Bahamas “world famous straw market,” which is already bullshit; I googled “bahamas straw market antique doll” and like. they both have big skirts? I guess? Anyway now I’m too distracted by the way she has a hoop skirt awkwardly jammed under there and hiked up on one side. Minus ten for poor construction.

Bahrain's theme is “Bahrain’s pearl heritage,” which like. I guess? The headdress and yoke are pretty. Put more pearls on the actual outfit. Kudos for getting to wear pants.

Belgium: Girl. No. Why is your theme “Latin dance” and why are you wearing a spangly cocktail dress with a totally unrelated piece of fabric fluttering behind it? (Apparently the fabric was designed by a member of Belgium’s royal family? Who is a fashion designer? This is what nepotism gets you.)

Bolivia saw Aruba’s parrot and was like, I can do that better. And she was right! It’s way less wobbly and the costume as a whole does work better. Also made from recycled materials, so we’ll see if that’s a theme again this year. The back of the cape is nice too.

Sadly, Bolivia's parrot supremacy was short-lived, because Brazil was like, bitch please. I see your sad little parrots and raise you FOUR giant parrots, and also the shoulder parrots are articulated and can turn their heads back and forth. I think Brazil wins the parrot competition that only she knew she was in.

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Whole Lotta Love | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley were just friends, and perhaps that was why you trusted him so much. It wasn't his fault that you were secretly harboring a crush a mile wide. When your noisy neighbor becomes too much and you decide you need to move, Bradley helps you brainstorm a solution. But when you set your plans into action, you're surprised to find that he seems almost jealous.

Warnings: Adult language, angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of masturbation

Length: 8600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"I need to move."

Bradley looked up at your annoyed expression as you dropped your lunch tray a little violently onto the cafeteria table across from him with a clatter. The top piece of bread slid off your sandwich as you sat down with a pout.

"Like to a new apartment?" he asked, reaching over to straighten out your silverware and napkin. "Didn't we just help you move a few months ago, Sparrow?"

For some reason that set you off as your clenched fist bumped the edge of the tray, messing everything up again. "Yes, to a new apartment, Rooster! And yes, I just moved six months ago, but I can't take another day of this shit."

"What's wrong?" Jake asked where he was inhaling his food right next to you like he had a vendetta against it.

You sighed, and the sound was so soft and sweet compared to your frustrated expression, Bradley almost laughed. "The guy who lives above me is an aspiring wedding DJ. Do you have any idea what that means for my sleep schedule?"

"Oh shit," Javy groaned from your other side. "Are you getting Cupid Shuffle all night long?"

"Coyote," you whined, "he makes his own remixes! At four in the morning! When I asked him to stop, he said he was perfecting his artform, but that he'd turn the volume down a smidge. Meanwhile, I moved into my current apartment, because my old neighbors were hosting woodworking retreats in their living room!"

Now Bradley really was laughing. "You need a break? You can come sleep over at my place tonight."

You were finally smiling now as you said, "Thanks Rooster, but I've seen the wrong side of your couch before. I had a long, long night in your living room after the holiday party."

"So don't get drunk first this time," he replied easily, remembering that night vividly. You let him carry you into his house from his Bronco while you whispered the lyrics to Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin really slowly to him. It was funny and somehow a little hot at the same time. He liked it a little too much. "Or you can just sleep in my bed."

Your eyes went a little wide. "With you?"

"Of course not," he replied quickly, hoping he wasn't blushing. "We're just friends. I could take the couch for one night so you can have a break. If you want."

You and he really were just friends. You were friends with all the guys. They all loved you and your humor, and you were a hell of a good WSO. Bradley didn't even fly with a backseater, but he always liked getting paired with you and Omaha. You had an ease about you, and it even translated to the way you took a massive bite out of your sandwich after you said, "Maybe I'll just sneak in and break DJ Insomnia's turntables."

Then you smiled at Bradley while you chewed your food, and Javy and Jake started to make up a song about DJ Insomnia. You laughed when they tried to rhyme 'slumber' with 'nightmare', but you were still looking at Bradley as if he was in on some inside joke with you. Your eyes twinkled when he nudged your leg with his boot underneath the table.

"Hey, I'll be more than happy to help you move again, Sparrow, but I think you ought to at least consider having me over around three in the morning with my keyboard. I'll bring these two idiots with me as well, and we can all sing at the top of our lungs until your neighbor moves out."

You tipped your head back and laughed. "Oh, Rooster. You're the sweetest, but he'd probably actually enjoy that."

Now Bradley was definitely blushing as he looked down at his lunch, and he wasn't really sure why.

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You gathered your things together for the night as soon as you heard your neighbor playing the Electric Slide. If he was already starting at seven o'clock, you needed to get out now. You shoved clean underwear and some random clothing into your backpack before you stopped in the bathroom and grabbed the essentials. Bradley's couch had never sounded better to you in your life, but if he felt like offering up his bed, then even better. Hell, you'd curl up in there with him at this point. What difference did it make? It wasn't like anything physical was ever going to happen.

He was one of the boys, and you loved them all. It wasn't Bradley's fault that his sun kissed skin and wavy hair were kind of your thing. If they were attached to another man, you'd probably have made a move, but he was your friend. Sure, you'd thought about it before, when you were alone in bed and it was very, very late. He was attractive and hilarious, and you were only human. But some things were sacred.

"Yeah, like peace and quiet," you growled as you stomped down your hallway. You grabbed your keys and headed out, zipping along to Bradley's house in record time. You were obsessed with his place which was complete with flower boxes underneath the front windows and a pink front door that he never seemed to get around to repainting even though he mentioned it all the time.

You hauled yourself up to his porch with your half zipped backpack and bad attitude and pounded on his door. You had a spare key somewhere in the bottom of your purse, but you didn't feel like digging for it. When he didn't answer, you pounded again, a little harder this time.

"Yeah?" he asked, his tone gruff as the door flew open. "Sparrow," he muttered, his voice much softer with your call sign attached to it. "Hey."

But you didn't register too much besides the fact that he was standing there in nothing but a pair of snug boxer briefs with damp hair and skin that smelled delicious just inches away from you. "Hi," you said, sounding as mesmerized as you felt. Golden tan. Sparse chest hair. Perfectly groomed mustache. You wanted to lick him. Where on earth did that urge come from? You never thought about dragging your tongue along his chest and neck and all the way up to his lips. Except that you had... very, very late at night.

Fuck.

It wouldn't be worth messing things up. You forced your gaze up to his brown eyes. "I'm here for our sleepover," you said with as much normalcy as you could muster, but the response you got was Bradley's cheeks turning pink as he leaned away from the doorway so you could step inside. Then you came to a stop and looked at him again. He smelled really good. Like maybe he was wearing cologne. "Oh. Were you heading out? Do you have a date?"

His cheeks grew redder. "Um, no. Not at all. Of course not."

His answer sent a little wave of relief through your body. "Good." You winced at your response as you continued to his couch and set your bag down. "I mean, do you want to order a pizza or something?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Just let me get dressed. I'll be right back out."

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You actually came over. With your backpack full of your stuff. Bradley wasn't expecting you to take him up on his offer, and now he was doubly flustered; he actually did plan a last minute date, and he just jerked off in the shower while thinking about you.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as he pulled on a pair of jeans. He didn't start off thinking about you. It just kind of happened. At first, he was thinking about a faceless girl sitting on his lap with her hand in his underwear, and then suddenly she did have a face. Your face. And then she had your voice. And then he pictured the two of you on his actual couch. And it was definitely you giving him a handjob in his shower fantasy, and he came all over the tile wall like it was your face. He was lucky you didn't let yourself in with your spare key in time to hear him moaning your name.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked his reflection in the bedroom mirror. He looked wild. Slightly deranged. His pupils were huge, and his cheeks were hot pink. How the hell was he supposed to eat pizza with you while he was thinking about you on his lap?

But the fact that he wanted nothing more than to eat pizza and drink beers with you solidified the fact that he needed to cancel his date with Erin. He was so stupid for doing this. She was a viable option for someone to date. You were not. But he was apparently going to torture himself anyway as he texted her Hey, sorry this is last minute, but I need to reschedule.

He didn't wait for a response as he made his way back to his living room where you had already cracked open a can of beer from the refrigerator and made yourself at home on the couch. You were wearing what you always wore when you didn't have on a flight suit, just yoga pants and a baggy tee shirt. It shouldn't have been cute, but it was.

You smiled up at him as you nudged the unopened can of beer on the coffee table with your blue painted toenail. "I got you one."

He poked your foot with his finger and picked up the beer as he said, "Yeah, it's the least you could do since you helped yourself to my fridge."

When he dropped down onto the couch next to you, his weight on the cushions had you colliding into him. "Sorry," you murmured, your hand coming to rest on his abs as you pushed yourself back into place like it was nothing. Meanwhile, he broke out in a nervous sweat. "What do you want to watch?"

"Doesn't matter," he replied, handing you the remote. Then he grinned and said, "Or we could skip the TV, and I could get my keyboard out and play Cupid Shuffle for you. Maybe try my hand at a remix." You tipped your head back and pretended to cry before you started laughing. "What's the matter? I'm sure I'll sound better than your neighbor. Give it a chance, Sparrow," he teased.

You turned to face him on the couch, still laughing with your beer can resting against his bicep. "First of all, no. Please. No. Absolutely not. Second, has anyone ever told you how adorable it is that you have a keyboard that you actually play?"

"I tell myself that all the time," he replied, trying hard not to smile as you laughed. "I say, 'Bradley, you're adorable. I think it's so cool that you want to relive your piano lessons from middle school. Maybe you should get braces again, too.'"

You were cackling now as you gasped, "Stop it."

He sipped his beer and shook his head. "Of course nobody has ever said my keyboard is adorable. It's the nerdiest thing a guy in his thirties could possibly own, and only like five people in total know about it."

With tears in your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath. "I'm so happy I'm one of those five people."

"Yeah, well, keep it to yourself," he muttered with a smile as he took the remote back and turned on the Padres game. You were still giggling softly as you settled in next to him again. "You want pizza?" he asked.

"I've never said no to pizza," you replied easily, your thigh rubbing gently against his.

"My treat."

"You always say it's your treat. I'll get it this time."

"Nah, you've got to save up your money so you can move out of your apartment, remember?" he asked as he placed the order on his phone.

"How could I forget?" you moaned. "Your house is so nice, I wish I could evict you and move in here."

He set his phone aside and kicked his feet up onto his coffee table. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "That would be a pretty rude thing to do to the guy who always buys your pizza."

Your side eye was impeccable as you said, "It's not like you'd be destitute. I'd let you live with DJ Insomnia. Now I just need a way to make money fast."

Bradley shook his head as the baseball game went to a commercial. "There's no such thing, Sparrow. Nothing legal anyway, and Uncle Sam pays your salary."

You were tapping your beer can with your finger and biting your lip gently, and Bradley's mind drifted back to his shower fantasy. You hummed softly, and he could practically feel the weight of your body settling onto his lap. That's what he wanted. You and he could finish this discussion with you straddling his thighs and his tongue in your mouth.

He should have gone out with Erin. He should have just admitted that he had a date and told you that you could hang out here while he was gone, because now he was getting his hopes up as your leg bumped his again. He knew he was blushing when he looked at you, so he turned back to the TV just in time for the beginning of a Hooters commercial.

"Wow," you mused with a little snicker as you gestured toward the parade of tits with your beer can. "That really got your attention."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "No, it didn't."

"Seriously? That's a lot of boobs, Rooster. You think we should contact the ad agency and tell them they should feature a few more?"

He turned and looked at you, and you started cracking up again. "I think it was actually just the right amount of boobs," he said, trying really hard not to look at your chest.

You forced your face into a neutral expression. "Do you like to go to Hooters?"

Bradley groaned and tried to stand up but you reached for his arm and tugged him closer to you instead. "Why do you think it's fun to pick on me?"

"I'm not really sure, but it's great," you replied. "Didn't all the guys go to Hooters for Jake's birthday?"

"Yeah," he replied with a laugh. "Jake got completely fucking wasted and proposed to our waitress. Then he tried to write his number on a napkin for her, but it looked like hieroglyphics. He even tried to follow her into the kitchen at one point, and Javy had to go get him. At least he left her a two hundred dollar tip for being so annoying."

You gaped at him and set your empty beer can on the coffee table. "Two hundred bucks? Oh my god, do you realize how fast I could buy my own place with guys like Jake around if I worked at Hooters?"

Bradley sat up a little straighter and watched as your eyes lit up while you watched the end of the commercial before the Padres game came on again. "You wouldn't want guys... fussing over you like that, would you?"

You kind of shrugged and said, "I can handle myself."

"That's not what I meant. I just-" He cut himself off. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to tell you he was already jealous just thinking about it? He definitely couldn't admit that. So instead he said, "Your boobs are too good for Hooters. You should keep them in your flight suit."

Now you were looking down at your body and running your hands up your belly to your chest, and Bradley was entranced as he watched you squeeze yourself through your tee shirt like it didn't even matter if he was there or not. You must have trusted him implicitly as you looked at him with sad eyes and said, "You're probably right. Guys know best about this kind of thing, and flight suits are a catch-all for making everyone's body look identical. Maybe it's better to just keep blending in."

He felt like a jerk, because that's not what he meant at all. He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful and that you'd probably make enough money in two weeks to buy the house of your dreams in those orange booty shorts and the tiny tops, but he couldn't. He wanted to kiss that little pout from your lips, but he wouldn't. Instead he said, "Let's keep brainstorming?"

"Yeah, thanks," you whispered, letting your lips brush against his cheek, and Bradley jumped about a mile into the air when there was a knock at the front door.

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You and Bradley had given up on the Padres game. Now you were turned so you were facing each other with pizza and paper plates and more cans of beer. "Okay, you hear how quiet your house is? You hear how nobody is annoying the shit out of you right now? No turntables or amplifiers anywhere?"

"Yeah," he said with a laugh. His cheeks had been perpetually pink all night, and it was really distracting. You had to keep reminding yourself that he thought you'd look better in your shapeless flight suit than in a Hooters uniform, and it kind of broke your heart every single time. But that's what you needed.

You forced a smile as you said, "I want this kind of peace in my life. So give me your best brainstorming ideas for how I can make some more money. Go."

"What about cage fighting?" he asked before he took an enormous bite of pizza.

"Cage fighting?" you balked. "Maybe you don't think much of my face, but I happen to like it the way it is!"

His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. "I do like your face, Sparrow. I was just joking."

He still looked concerned as you waved him off and asked, "What if I started bartending again? Like I did in college?"

Bradley shrugged. "You'll get just as many guys creeping on you at a bar."

You nibbled on your pizza crust and thought about your options. "What if it's the right kind of bar though? One with bouncers and security guards and everything, and oh my god! I've got it!"

"What?"

You watched him fold another slice of pizza in half and devour it as you said, "The Beauty Bar."

He froze with his mouth full and started shaking his head. "No," he said as soon as he swallowed. "That's like Hooters, but the girls dance. On the bar."

"Exactly," you told him, letting your hand rest on his knee. "Bigger tips and buffer security guards. Just think about it, Rooster. I could play one of the characters and have my own unique outfit. It's mostly just bartending, but the breaks for dancing would be so fun."

He looked a little constipated, and you almost laughed when he asked, "What kind of outfit?"

You tried to remember the girls from the only time you'd been there. "I think there was a cowgirl and a schoolgirl? Or like a dirty librarian?"

Bradley leaned a little closer to you and said, "Maybe you should reconsider the cage fighting. I could get you like a hockey mask to wear?" He ran his fingertip gently down the side of your face. "You know, to keep you safe?"

"I wouldn't last one round," you told him with a grin. "Besides, The Beauty Bar is mostly filled with bachelorette parties and girls having a fun night out. I think I'll call them or stop by tomorrow and see what they say."

Bradley dropped his hand from your face and muttered, "I'll keep brainstorming. You feel like watching a movie?"

"Sure," you told him as you stretched. "You pick since you paid for the pizza."

A few seconds later, your favorite movie was queued up on the TV, and you tried to get him to look at you, but he was actively avoiding doing so as he tried not to smile. You were halfway on his lap with your hands on his cheeks when he finally met your eyes. "Thanks, Bradley. For the pizza and for the movie and the sleepover and everything."

"You're welcome," he whispered softly. You thought about how good it would feel to kiss him, but you ended up laying on a pillow that was propped against his thigh instead. Less than halfway into the movie, you were sound asleep.

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Bradley didn't want to move. You were sound asleep with your cheek pressed to his thigh, and a tiny little spot of drool darkened the fabric of his jeans next to your lips. You had pushed the pillow to the floor, and you had reached for his hand while you dozed.

He'd had a full blown crush on you for a while now. It was useless to try to deny it. But you had him in the friend zone along with Javy and Jake and all the rest of the guys, and he was sure that if he tried to level up, you'd smash him right back down where he belonged.

You were so cute, finally getting the sleep you deserved. Clearly you trusted him, which made him feel important, but he wanted to be important to you in every way.

When he tried to slide off the couch, you snuggled against him harder. When he tried to wake you up, you moaned and snoozed on. He got himself awkwardly into position to pick you up, and he hoisted you into his arms. Your hand rested on his chest, and your lips met his neck as you mumbled, "I'm sleepy."

"I know you are, Honey." The pet name just slipped out, but you didn't complain as he stood there in his living room trying to stave off an erection as you snuggled against him. "I'm taking you to my bed. You'll be more comfortable."

"M'kay."

Then he was treated to your half asleep rendition of Whole Lotta Love where most of the lyrics were wrong and it was pretty much completely off key. But you were singing it right next to his ear, and once again, he liked it more than he should. When he set you down on his bed, you immediately burrowed under the blankets like you slept in his room all the time, and he watched you curl up on your side.

Your eyes were closed as you whispered, "Aren't you getting in?"

He wanted to. He knew the feel of your body well enough to know that he'd love snuggling with you all night. But this friendship meant something to him. "Nah, I'll be out on the couch if you need me."

You didn't respond verbally, but you did nod, and Bradley kissed your temple. Then he grabbed a blanket from his closet and left you alone. His thoughts were a complete mess as he stepped out of his jeans and tossed them on the coffee table. He stretched out on his couch as much as he could, but then he thought about you wearing a Hooters uniform.

"Don't do it," he warned himself, but it was too fucking late. The little orange shorts and the tiny white shirts had been nice on the other girls, sure. But on you'd, they would be lethal for him.

The idea of you dressed as a cowgirl doing a little dance routine on a sticky bartop wasn't much better. Guys would be throwing tip money at you and begging you to make their drinks. They would all want to chat you up and try to touch you. Bradley would go through the roof if one of them did. But if this is what you wanted to do and it was going to help you reach your goal, then he was going to have to be supportive, even if it killed him.

After barely sleeping most of the night, Bradley was finally dozing when you walked out into the living room the next morning. His blanket ended up on the floor at some point, but you came right over to him where he was overflowing from the couch in just his undershirt and boxer briefs.

"You could have slept in your bed, too," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair. "You're too big for the couch."

He noted that you were wearing your backpack as he melted into your touch. "Are you leaving? I thought we could grab breakfast."

Now you were smiling. "I'm gonna run. I'm planning to stop at The Beauty Bar later and see if they're hiring any new bartenders. Thanks for everything."

With that, you kissed his forehead, and Bradley's eyes closed as soon as you went prancing out his front door into the sunlight. "I'll keep brainstorming," he groaned.

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Your interview at the bar consisted of making three drinks and picking out a 'uniform' to wear. Some of the clothing was so tiny, it made the Hooters girls look modest by comparison. But they assured you that you'd love working there, so you accepted the position and took your new clothing home.

The first time you put on the black leather skirt that zipped all the way up the front along with the cropped shirt, you took it back off immediately. Could you mix cocktails in the outfit? Sure. Could you dance on the top of the bar for three minutes straight three times per night? Maybe not. But then you remembered that they told you some girls made up to five hundred bucks per shift. And then DJ Insomnia started on a remix of the Macarena right above you.

So you put the outfit back on again and decided that yes, you could do this. And maybe it would help to get a guy's perspective on the way you looked and your dance moves. You wanted to ask Bradley, but you didn't think you could handle the way he'd laugh about this. But there was something about the way he'd been concerned about you when you slept over at his place on Friday night. You almost felt protected. Cared for. God, you were already jealous of the woman he would eventually fall for, because she would be on the receiving end of all of his warm attention. And she'd get to live in that house with him. And he'd actually sleep in his bed with her, unlike the couch when you were there.

You rolled your eyes in the mirror and added some makeup to your face. This was so unlike you, falling for one of your friends. But you were tired of trying to fight it. And you still trusted his opinions. So you called him.

"Sparrow," he crooned when he answered your call.

"Rooster," you replied in your most matter of fact tone. "I was wondering if you could stop by for a few minutes and help me with something?"

"Right now?" he asked immediately.

You bit your lip before swiping some lipstick on while you said, "Whenever you have a chance."

"I'll be there soon."

He didn't let you down. He never did. Twenty minutes later, there were three taps on your apartment door, and then he was letting himself inside with the spare key you gave him months ago.

"Sparrow, it's me," he called out over the remix of Footloose. "Jesus. You weren't kidding. Your neighbor plays music like this all the time?"

"Yes," you shouted from your bedroom. "Constantly."

"I'm going to go up and have a little chat with him."

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup as you said, "Don't bother. I've tried so many times. All he's done is lower the volume the slightest bit."

Bradley's sarcastic laugh from your living room made you smile. "I'm sure I can get him to do whatever I say."

That was undoubtedly the truth. You also didn't want him to get arrested. When you ran out to see him, you had forgotten what you were wearing as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.

Bradley's eyes were wide, and as soon as his hands settled on your bare waist, he pulled them right off again. "Holy shit. What the fuck is this?"

"Oh," you gasped, taking a nervous step away from him. "It's kind of my uniform. For my new bartending gig?" His cheeks were pink, his lips were parted, and he was gaping at you as he dragged his gaze up and down your body. "Is it bad?"

"Holy shit," he repeated. And then he said it one more time before he met your eyes. "Do you think it's bad?"

You winced and groaned. "I wasn't sure. But you're a guy. If you think it's awful, then I certainly don't want to wear it to my second job." He let out a strangled sound, and you started to turn back to your bedroom. "I'll stick to my flight suits."

You felt his fingers lace with yours before you heard his strained voice. "It's not bad, Sparrow. It's really fucking hot." You turned and looked at him, annoyed that you were feeling so vulnerable. He swallowed hard before he added, "You always look good."

He tugged you a little closer to him, and a smile found your lips. "I think I get it. It's hard to be objective when you're friends with someone. You'd probably like the outfit better on someone else."

Somehow his eyes went wider. "I really don't think that's it at all, actually," he whispered. Then DJ Insomnia started playing a remix that actually sounded good for once, and you tugged Bradley toward your couch with your linked fingers.

"Here, watch me dance real quick, and then we can just hang out."

"Okay," he grunted, taking a seat.

"Just pretend I'm someone else," you told him as you ran one hand down your side until your palm settled on your hip. You started to turn in a slow circle as you moved your hips to the music that made its way to your living room.

"I don't really want to do that."

You looked back at Bradley over your shoulder and caught him staring at your butt. "You don't?"

He shook his head slowly as you turned to face him, still dancing. "Hell no," he whispered, watching your face now. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth, and his dark gaze looked almost greedy, but he sat there and watched you dance, barely moving a muscle until you stopped along with the music.

"Well? What do you think?" you asked, holding your hands out to your sides.

He cleared his throat. "I think it's a good thing you don't have a boyfriend, because he'd already be jealous as fuck."

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You looked exhausted every single day now. Bradley started to bring you extra coffee from his own kitchen to try to combat your near constant yawning and fatigue each morning. You weren't just battling through sleepless nights at your apartment with DJ Insomnia, you were also working all day as a WSO and frequently working late into the night at the bar.

"I'm a little worried about you," he murmured one morning as you sipped the coffee he made. "You're working too hard, Sparrow." He didn't want to put voice to the way he felt about your bartending shifts. He made it a point not to stop by and see you there even though you'd asked him to. But he desperately wished you would quit. Every time he thought about you in your little costume with your red, pouty lips, he got more jealous inside. He could just imagine dozens, maybe hundreds of pairs of eyes on you, and he didn't like the way he wanted to be the only one treated to that sight.

"I'm fine," you replied softly. "I've already made thousands in tip money, and it's only been two weeks." You tried to smile up at him, but it didn't quite meet your eyes. "I mean, it's not the best scenario, because sometimes the patrons get a little rowdy. But it's not the worst thing. I'll just keep it up for a few months or until I get deployed."

Bradley grunted. "Explain to me exactly how rowdy they get."

Now you were sipping your coffee and staring at the patches on his flight suit instead of looking at his face. "Well, nobody is supposed to touch us. But sometimes guys do try it. Especially when we're dancing. The bouncers are great and all, but they can only get over there so quickly."

Bradley leaned down until you were looking him in the eye. He knew he was no better than some random asshole at the bar. He was probably worse since he thought about you dancing for him every time he took a shower. But he couldn't stand how apprehensive you looked when you talked about that place. You never looked like that when you were alone with him.

"I think you should quit," he told you blandly.

"It's not that bad," you replied. "Maybe I'm not doing a good job of explaining it. Come visit one night, and I'll buy you a drink."

"Sparrow, literally the last thing I want to do is witness every drunk asshole at the bar trying to look up your skirt."

You scoffed. "I wear little booty shorts underneath it!"

He closed his eyes and grunted, "I could have lived without that visual." It would just add to his shower time fodder.

"Oh! You should come on Friday night," you said, patting him on the chest. "I'll invite all the guys! There are drink specials. Hey, Javy!"

You wandered away, and soon Bradley's fate was sealed. Javy, Jake, Mickey, Reuben and Bob were all planning on going to The Beauty Bar for happy hour, and he was expected to be there, too. It wasn't like it was your fault he was falling for you, so he was just going to have to go and be supportive. He'd make sure all the guys left you massive tips, too.

You were still exhausted on Friday morning, and Bradley didn't like the way you were yawning as you loaded into your jet. You were quieter now at work than you usually were, and he was tempted to tell you to start sleeping at his place to try to cut out some of your stress. Having you close by sounded good to him as well.

Maybe he'd hang out at your bar all night and take you home with him. He could carry you to his bed before retiring to the couch and pretending he was also in his bed. Maybe you would even serenade him with the song. You'd get a good night's sleep and then this never ending friendship loop would start all over again.

If he could think of a way to break the loop and turn it into a straight line that led to a relationship with you, he'd take it. That was probably the type of brainstorming he should be working on at this point since you were already working at the bar now. He was still trying to think of a way to tell you how he really felt without destroying the friendship as he drove his Bronco across the city to the extremely popular Beauty Bar.

"You're kidding," he muttered. There was a line to get inside, and he told you he'd be here by eight o'clock when the dancing started.

"Holy shit," Jake said as he and Javy headed up the sidewalk and got in line with him. "I guess there's no shortage of guys who want to look at Sparrow."

Javy nodded in agreement. "I mean, I don't really want to look at Sparrow, but I'll gladly take all the other girls."

That was literally the exact opposite of Bradley's thinking. He couldn't give a shit who else was working, his eyes would find you and stay there all night. Whether you were serving drinks, chatting with patrons or dancing, he'd be focused on nothing but you.

The guys all got their driver's licenses out, and the bouncer muttered, "Don't want any trouble from the three of you," as he checked them.

Shit, what the hell kind of place was this if you got warned at the door on your way in? But when he walked inside and saw how crowded it was along with the two random girls doing a line dance along the bar, he could kind of understand. It was mostly packed with guys, and Reuben, Mickey and Bob were waving them over. Bradley moved slowly through the crowd, and then he found you in your cute little outfit handing someone a beer, and his heart stopped.

Your smile looked like it was pasted on, but once you saw Bradley, your whole face lit up. You waved to him as you bounced up and down behind the bar, clearly excited that he was here. He started throwing his elbows and shoulders around to get to you, passing all of the other guys in the process.

"Rooster!" you called out over the music when he got closer. The two girls danced across the bar between you and him, but his focus didn't waver at all as he matched your smile. "Do you want a drink?"

He shrugged and said, "I kind of just wanted to see you."

"Oh," you replied, looking pleased enough that Bradley decided to push the boundary just a little bit.

"I don't really like it here, actually. If at any time you feel like quitting your job, I'll take you right to my place and let you sleep in peace and quiet again."

You poured a beer and handed it to him. "You don't like the girls?" you asked, glancing at the boots as they went by again.

"Not those ones."

You looked him dead in the eye and asked, "Which ones then?"

His fingers flexed on his pint of beer as someone tried to jostle him out of the way to get closer, but he didn't look away from you as he said, "Come on, Sparrow." His voice was a little rough, and now you looked confused. He would do it. He'd ruin everything just so you knew. But he didn't want you to feel bad for him.

Then someone called your first name, and you and he both turned to see an older woman holding up both hands. "I'm on in ten," you told him, reaching out to touch his fingers where they rested on the bar. "Let me take a few more drink orders before I have to dance."

"Right," he said. It was better that you didn't know. You were trying to make some money here, and he was already messing it up by talking to you for too long. "I'll catch you later."

He wandered off in the direction of the rest of the guys. "Yo, that blonde is so hot, and she made my drink perfectly," Mickey was saying as he drank something that looked fruity and sweet.

"I'm an equal opportunity aviator tonight," Jake drawled. "I see a girl in a little outfit, she gets my phone number."

"You're delusional is what you are," Bradley told him as he sipped his beer. "All of you better leave Sparrow a massive tip. Seriously. I'm not kidding."

He listened to the guys chat as he turned back toward the bar to check on you. It was almost time for you to dance, and his stomach was churning with anticipation and anxiety. He'd been dying to see you move like that again, but he could do without the memory of everyone else knowing how you looked when you shook your hips.

Then you broke away from some guy who looked like a real tool who was reaching for you across the bar. You backed up and bumped into the mini fridge behind you and winced, and Bradley took a few steps in your direction. He memorized what that guy was wearing and what he looked like, just in case.

But now it was time for you to dance, so at least you were able to step away from him. One of the cowgirls was helping you up onto the bar, and the crowd started cheering. The opening notes to Whole Lotta Love started playing, and Bradley's arms prickled with goosebumps as you ran your hand down to your waist and shook your hips from side to side. You were moving just like you had in your living room, but all he could think about were the times you sang this song to him. He wanted all of it to be just for him. He wanted to touch you the way you were touching yourself. He wanted to taste the sweat that glistened on your neck.

His jealousy flared, burning bright inside of him as he watched everyone crowd the bar as you strutted along with a smile on your face. And once again your smile brightened when you found him, and then you mouthed the lyrics, 'Way down inside, honey you need it. I'm gonna give you my love. I'm gonna give you my love.' You mouthed the words to him.

Bradley grunted. His body felt like it was pulled taut like a rubber band, about to snap. You stopped at the end of the bar and did a little twirl as the crowd sang along to the song, but you kept your eyes on him. Your lips perfectly formed every word, and he'd never forget this feeling for the rest of his life.

Then you turned away from him, and he instantly missed the way you were subtly giving him your attention. He moved forward a little bit through the crowd, wanting to get closer to you. When you spun around again, he saw you looking for him, and your smile wavered.

"Sparrow!" he called out, and when you found him again, you laughed. And he laughed, too. But this must have been the breaking point in the evening, because Bradley got hit in the shoulder as a fight broke out to his right. Everyone got shoved forward, and a random glass of beer hit the bar. You tried to jump out of the way as your feet got soaked, and then your boss started yelling at you to keep dancing. Now when you looked at Bradley, you were no longer smiling.

He called your first name this time as you tried to step over the wet part of the bar and continue to the other end. Bradley saw him before you did. That asshole guy was back, and he smiled as he looked up your skirt. Bradley fleetingly remembered you told him you wore shorts under your skirt, and he really hoped you had them on tonight. But that wasn't the end of it, because now he was reaching out for your foot.

"What the fuck?" Bradley shouted, handing his glass to a stranger as he tried to get to you. With that asshole's hand firmly wrapped around your ankle, you started to waver. You were nine feet up in the air, surrounded by glass bottles, and he knew he was closer to you than any of the bouncers.

"Stop it!" you shouted above the music as you tried to pull yourself free, but that guy was unrelenting. You took one more awkward step before your body turned sideways. You were about to fall off the bar. Bradley fought his way forward as you tried to correct yourself, but it was too late, now it looked like you were going to land on your wrist on the bar, and probably break a bone.

Bradley lunged just in time, and thankfully you saw him. You trusted him, and right now he could see that fact in your eyes. You let yourself fall forward into the crowd. Into his open arms.

"Oh my god, Bradley!" you gasped as your arms wound around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. You were shaking.

"I've got you," he promised as the song played on. He wanted to throw that guy up against the wall, but he was too content holding you to him as you buried your face against his neck. Letting go of you wasn't really an option. He wrapped one big hand around your thigh while the other squeezed your waist. "I have you, Sparrow."

Jake and Javy were there now, and Bradley nodded to the guy who grabbed you. He'd let them take care of it, because now your lips were brushing his ear. "That was terrifying," you whispered, and someone finally changed the song while another dancer climbed onto the bar.

Bradley made the decision to carry you outside into the cool night, walking slowly down the block where it was quieter as you caught your breath. "Are you okay now?" he asked softly.

You nodded against him, and when he adjusted you in his arms, you quickly whispered, "Please don't put me down yet."

"I won't," he promised before pressing his lips to your collarbone. You whimpered, and he couldn't help it. He said, "I don't ever want to put you down. And for the record, I don't want you to dance here anymore either. I never wanted you to."

You lifted your head away from him, and Bradley practically melted as your fingers tugged through the hair at the back of his head. Your lips were pouty, and your eyes were trusting as you asked, "You never wanted me to?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

He knew he had to say it and risk ruining everything, because pretending like this friendship with you was enough was actually hurting him now. He looked at your pretty face as he said, "Because I'm in love with you. And I'm selfish and jealous, and I don't want a bunch of other guys watching you dance around in this little outfit. Dancing around to my song."

"Bradley." You leaned closer, and you didn't stop until your lips were on his. This was better than he thought it could be, already so comfortable around you. Already addicted to your voice and the way you felt in his arms. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you kissed him, parting his lips with yours until you were tasting him. When you pulled away with a little moan, you whispered his name again while you ran your thumb along his mustache.

"Why did you dance to that song?" he demanded gently.

You pressed another kiss to his mouth before you said, "It made it less scary to get up on the bar when I was listening to a song that reminds me of you."

"Why?" he demanded again.

Then you very easily and simply said, "Because I'm in love with you, too."

"Honey," he sighed against your lips, smiling this time as you slowly unwrapped your legs and slid down the front of his body. Once you were standing on your own, Bradley let his hands fall to your hips, and you wiggled yourself snug against his body.

You felt just like his shower fantasies and all of his other fantasies, if he was being honest with himself. He thought about you all the time. You nibbled on his lips and dragged your fingers through his hair until he was frankly afraid he was going to get hard in his jeans right here on the sidewalk. He pried his lips from yours, making you pout, and he chuckled as he said, "Sparrow, you're killing me."

Your pout grew more pronounced as you said, "I want you to call me Honey again."

His smile must look ridiculous now as he said, "Honey."

"That's better," you said as your lips curled into a grin. "Let's get out of here."

"Do you think you should go back inside first?" he asked, hoping you'd just ditch the whole thing with him, but you nodded in response.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll go quit in person," you said, taking his hand in yours.

He stood his ground in response, and you weren't able to move him, but one tug on your hand and you were headed right back to his arms. "Excellent. As soon as you do that, we can talk about how we aren't friends anymore."

"We're not?" you asked, and as soon as that pout started returning, Bradley leaned down and kissed you.

"Hell no," he whispered against your lips. "You're gonna be my girlfriend. And I'll be your boyfriend. And I'm going to take you back to my house. And this time when I carry you to bed, I'm going to stay there with you all night. If that's cool."

"It's so cool," you promised him, and this time when you tugged on his hand, he followed you back up the sidewalk. "It's almost as cool as a man in his thirties who has a keyboard."

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You were honestly impressed by the way the other guys weren't phased at all. Maybe it was obvious that you and Bradley belonged together, but none of them found it surprising that you were suddenly a couple. It really wasn't sudden at all in your mind though. There was a slow build of trust and appreciation over time that turned physical as soon as Bradley admitted he was in love with you. And four months later, none of it had let up. In fact, you couldn't get enough, and neither could he.

"That's it?" he asked, pointing to the single box left in your trunk.

"That's it," you told him as you picked it up. And then he picked you up and carried you toward his house while you laughed. You passed the planter boxes full of flowers and went through the pink door.

"Then it's official. You live here now. Welcome home, Honey."

"Oh please," you replied as he set you down. "I've been unofficially living here for months."

"All thanks to DJ Insomnia," he whispered, leaning down and placing an absolutely filthy kiss on your lips.

You moaned. "I owe him so much."

Bradley shrugged and said, "I think we would have eventually arrived at the same conclusion regardless."

"What conclusion would that be?"

"That you're in love with me."

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn't. "Help me unpack the rest of my clothes and shoes so we can explore another one of your shower fantasies."

Bradley moaned and said, "Absolutely. I'll meet you in the bedroom. I just need to get something first."

That's how you ended up putting your clothes on hangers while Bradley resurfaced a few minutes later with his keyboard. Instead of helping you in any way, he sat on the bed and started playing Whole Lotta Love.

"I asked you to help me," you told him with a laugh as you tossed a pair of your shorts at him while he played. "You're worse than DJ Insomnia."

"Just for that, you get a remix too."

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kerryweaverlesbian · 7 months

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Sam: hey Cass! I made you a drivers licence to go with your truck. Kind of a tradition between me and Dean that when you first drive by yourself you get one with your real name. Well, I guess two people isn't much of a tradition, but, here! I know it's a bit late but, y'know, there was a lot going on.

Cas: thank you that's very.............[squints at the details] the name is wrong.

Sam: Oh, well, you needed a surname and I thought Winchester would be-

Cas: No, that's fine. But my name is Cas.

Sam: Yeah, I put Cass.

Cas: No, it's Cas. With one S. My name is Castiel. Can you not- do you not know how to spell my name? Sam, if you need to borrow Jack's reading books, you just need to ask him, he'd be happy to help you.

Sam: Wh- dude I know how to spell! But we've been spelling your name as Cass-two-Ss this entire time. That's how you spell Cass!

Cas: We? As in, both of you? And - not Bobby surely? He knew how to spell my name?

Sam: Look, look, look I can prove it. [Pulls out his Blackberry that he's kept since 2009 and scrolls up a text chain with Dean] Look, "CASS said we're all boned." That's like two days after he met you.

Cas: I- this is...ah I understand. You faked this. You're doing a prank on me. Some sort of Gabriel-esque unreality game. I will not be fooled again, as I was when you showed me the video of "house hippos". Well played, Sam, but not well enough.

Sam: I'm not- urgh, [calling out] DEAN

Dean [yelling back from the kitchen] YEAH?

Sam: HOW DO YOU SPELL CASS? ONE S OR TWO?

Dean: HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN HIM, MAN? IT RHYMES WITH ASS. TWO.

Sam: see? And Dean gave you that name so really, he's the authority. You're Cass.

Cas:

Sam:

Cas:

Sam:

Cass, resigned: our partnership has been built on a foundation of misunderstanding and foolishness. But still we must endure. Thank you for the card. Samm.

Samm: You're welcome. Hey. Did you just feel like a, reverberation in the universe? Like something small but significant has changed?

Cass: No.

Samm: Ah, that's a relief.

Deen: HEY EVERYBODY, COME GET SOME LUNCH.

#SILLY #just to say btw not being able to spell well or intuitively doesn't make you stupid!!#it is not an indicator of your worth nor the quality of your ideas or thoughts #literacy isn't an easy skill for a lot of people and so so many have been failed by school systems globally #anyway. hehehe #cass #castiel supernatural #cawis creates

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Sleepy -> pure Ethan fluff here

Ethan’s best friend likes him more than she’ll admit, and he has a habit of sleeping on her.

Tara caught you the first time it happened.

You were at Ethan and Chad’s dorm, studying for your Econ exam with Tara, when you’d found yourself curled up against Ethan, head in his lap, dozing away from boredom.

“Look how cute.” Tara whispered to Chad, pointing her pen at the two of you. Ethan’s head had fallen back to rest against the wall, his eyes closed as the two of you slept.

The next time was at the Halloween party. This time it was Ethan, exhausted from the alcohol and the noise, that had sat next to you on the couch beside Anika and Mindy. And when his head had moved to lay against your shoulder, his breaths slowing as he found comfort in your presence, you’d had to shush Mindy so she wouldn’t wake him up with her loud gossiping.

Most recently, you’d been found by Chad, curled up together under the covers in Ethan’s bed, his arm slung over your waist as your head burrowed in the space between his neck and shoulder.

No one in your friend group understood why the two of you weren’t together. It made no sense—you were always attached at the hip and, whenever you hung out, you always inevitably seemed to be napping with one another. For Ethan, it was because he was constantly stressed, and with you he could relax, breathing in the scent of your perfume and running tentative hands over your soft skin. For you, it was…

Well, you weren’t entirely sure.

So when you began receiving messages from your friend’s shared group-chat you gave a wary glance to Ethan where he laid curled up in a ball beside you, his head in your lap.

Core Four

Chad: Alright Y/N, spill the tea. What’s going on w you and E?

Chad: That rhymed

Chad: lol

Y/N: nothings going on why?

Tara: surrrre

Tara: *image*

Tara: looks like a whole lot of ‘nothing’

Y/N: stopppp when did you take that??

Chad: what the HELLL 🔥🔥🔥

Y/N: Tara delete that pls

Tara: no I’m making it my lock screen 😏

Chad: I thought I was your lock screen

Mindy: As long as his Ghostface ass stays away from me I don’t care who he naps with. Next subject.

Chad: don’t be boring

Y/N: *left groupchat*

Tara: noooo

You sighed, turning off your phone and chucking it to the end of the bed before running your nails absentmindedly through Ethan’s curls. Truth was, you did like your friend. You just didn’t know how to tell him.

“Y/N.” Ethan grumbled, lifting his head a fraction as he blinked sleepily. “What’s going…on?”

“Hey, Sleepy.” You smiled down at him, then squeaked when he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you under the covers next to him, his head moving to rest on your stomach. “E, what the—”

“Just go to sleep, please.” He grumbled, voice drowsy. “Need your…” he trailed off and your face flushed, but you made yourself comfortable, resting a hand against his head as you relaxed, your eyes slowly closing.

“Come on.” Tara was urging, watching as you did your makeup and ignored her. “Just get together all ready I’m sick of this.”

“He’s my friend, Tare.” You argued, raising a brow at her in the vanity mirror. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” She asked, flouncing over. “Because I heard that Chad says he likes you.”

“Chad likes me?” You asked, confused, and Tara rolled her eyes.

“No dumbass. Ethan likes you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before shaking your head.

“I call bullshit.”

“What kind of friends nap together all the time?” She pushed, approaching to crouch on the floor beside you, crossing her arms and resting them on your legs. “I mean—come on. Come on. The boy can’t keep his hands off you.”

“That’s bull—” your phone rang and you both jumped. You reached out but Tara grabbed it first and you yelped, diving for the brunette as she giggled and ran, answering the call.

“Hey Sleepy.” She cooed, reading off Ethan’s contact name. She shot you a wink as your face burned. “What’s—” she paused. Then she looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, yeah. She’s here, hold on.” Tara passed you the phone and you snatched it away, heartbeat quickening as you answered.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice met your ear and you tensed. He sounded…sad? Distressed? “Can you come over? Please?”

“Why what happened?” You asked, already standing up. Screw it, you’d take your makeup wipes with you and remove your half-finished look. Tara was watching you, looking a bit worried, as she handed you your purse.

“I don’t know I just…can you just come?”

“Yeah. Yeah, E.” You said, listening to the phone click as you looked to Tara. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing he—he kind of sounded like…like he was crying or something. All he said was ‘Tara, give me Y/N please.’” She paused. “Is he okay, or—?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry for leaving. Dunkin in the morning?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

So you left, going to Ethan’s dorm as fast as you could. You knew Chad was out with Mindy and Anika, and assumed that that’s why Ethan had called. But why did he sound so…upset?

You used your spare key that Ethan had made you to enter, knocking first, then pushed inside. When you got to Ethan’s room you saw him sitting with his head in his hands, but he soon looked up at you. His expression was pained and you felt a stab of anxiety run through you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, setting your stuff down as you moved to him, sitting down beside your friend.

“I um..” he trailed off, looking at you then away. “this is embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” You said, reaching out to rub his back. “Tell me what happened.” Baby. You’d almost called him baby at the end of that sentence. You were insanely glad that you hadn’t.

“I have night terrors.” He said after a weighted pause, his eyes shifting to yours. “I cant sleep sometimes. When I’m alone I—I just…I just toss and turn. Everything freaks me out I don’t like to be alone.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him.

“Night terrors? About what?”

“Well,” his face turned a shade of pink and he looked away. “well I was trying to go to bed and then I saw you and—” he paused, breath hitching, and you felt your chest tighten. “It’s fine. You’re here now, right? You’re fine.” He seemed to be trying to convince himself, his eyes darting across your face like he wasn’t sure this was real, and something in you cracked.

“Is that why you’re always so tired with me?” You asked, frowning. “Because you cant sleep alone?”

“No.” He said, and you stared at him in confusion, but he cut you off before you could speak. “I sleep with you because I feel…safe with you.” He seemed embarrassed again and glanced down at his hands. “I don’t feel comfortable with anyone else. Not like—not like you..” he sighed and blinked up at the ceiling, seeming to fight back a wince. “Im totally weirding you out right now, aren’t I.”

You watched him for a moment, contemplative, before you kicked off your shoes. He could only stare as you moved to the opposite side of his bed and shoved your shorts off, left in a huge t-shirt curtesy of Ethan himself.

“It’s not weird.” You said, slipping under the covers, and smacked the mattress next to you. He still stared, and you rolled your eyes. “Come on, E. Get in the bed.”

A hesitant laugh left him as he did so, climbing in beside you. It was muscle memory, at this point: your head on his chest, his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. You felt his soft breaths on your hair as you settled, adjusting into the familiarity of his body as you rested.

“You know I care about you, right?” Ethan asked into the darkness, his thumb brushing soft strokes against your waist. “Like..more than anyone.”

You smiled against him.

“Are you saying you have a crush on me, Sleepy?” You teased, and he startled you by instantly saying, “Yeah”.

You sat up a bit, looking at him, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks had gone red. You brushed his hair away from his forehead and ran your fingers across his cheek, your head tilting.

“Then do something about it.” You whispered, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath you, before he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to yours.

Core Four

Chad: Y/N?

Chad: Y/N I know you’re getting these messages. I added you back to the groupchat a week ago.

Y/N: what do you want

Chad: my BOY over here says he’s going to his GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE TO WATCH A MOVIE

Chad: WHICH?? GIRLFRIEND???

Tara: WHAT

Mindy: Ew.

Y/N: he has a girlfriend?

Chad: …

Chad: it’s not you??? he just left the house like an hour ago

Y/N: why would you think it’s me??

Chad: BECAUSE

Tara: nooo my fave ship

Mindy: Thank God.

Y/N: *image*

Y/N: idk what movie he was planning on watching because this man is out like a fuckin light

Tara: AHHHHHHHHHHHJOANASKNKSN

Chad: WHAT THE HEEEEEELLLLLL🔥🔥🔥🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Mindy: I hate you all.

#ethan landry #ethan landry fanfiction #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x reader #scream six #tara carpenter #Chad meeks Martin #mindy meeks martin #scream 6

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yxami · 6 months

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I think I said I would do no nut November as a joke bc I didn’t do October so 😭😭😭 here u go

desc: yandere nerd x gn willing reader, mentions of stalking, obsession, creep habits, the usual, was gonna make nsfw but it got long so maybe part 2 will actually be the no nut part

The bookworm of your class has trouble not looking at you, not focusing in on how beautiful you presented yourself today, jesus, is that a new body mist? It’s almost like you knew he loves sweet scents.

He stares at the back of your head lovingly until you turn around and catch his stare on accident after you were about to speak to your friend. He freezes in the wooden chair he sits in and sees you slowly speaking to your friend while knitting your brows in a confused expression as you stare back.

Fuck fuck fuck. He manages to look away with red cheeks, ears burning a scorching temperature in embarrassment. He didn’t expect you to turn to your friend!! You had never done that so why now?

God, he hopes he didn’t look like a creep, he can’t even follow along to the lesson since his hands are too shaky and his mind can’t settle on one thing to think about other than you.

This is the only occasions his brain is fried and jumbled, he feels so dumb when you plague his mind to the point where he’s unable to think or speak.

The lesson passes thankfully, or so he thought until he sees you walking up to his desk, he hesitated to even look up, just staring straight ahead until you speak, if you listened closely you could these his teeth grinding in pure anxiousness.

“Hey, do you mind?” Your voice is in a regular tone, no anger, no disgust, nothing, this being the first time you’ve ever spoken to him, but he doesn’t pick up on that fact.

“Nono! Go ah- ahead” He mentally curses at himself for being such a mess up when his throat fails to smoothly deliver his words. He gets up, collecting his books and allowing you to get a better look at him.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to study together after school, you seemed to be a little lost during class so I wanted to offer my help” You grin, hoping it was friendly like you imagined it to be.

“Oh— um, yeah! I mean yes, thank you, sorry” He rambled, stupidly continuing his sentence even though it was just a yes or no question. He couldn’t imagine that his dream would come true by the hands of you.

All the stalking he’s done, passing in the same route you go after managing to log into your school account to find out what your schedule was, going to every party you went to just to hide in a corner for the entire duration to make sure nobody would try to take you home, he’d do anything to make sure you were safe and happy.

It’s humorous to him that he has you in his room now, looking around with your curiosity peaked at how he’s decorated his room, games and such, a few posters here and there.

He just hopes the last minute decorating suits him because the hundereds of photos he had to tear off his wall had him wincing every time, he’s never dared to take them off until now, nor even hide the plushies he’s bought that look like you, but he assured himself it was for the sake of you, so he managed to do it.

“So, can you remember what this mixture does? When the 5th and 8th are swished together?” You point your pencil, circling around the ones you were mentioning, wondering if he would get this one right.

This poor little nerd is shaking on whether to pretend he doesn’t know or impress you with his knowledge, he’s the top of the class but you thought he didn’t get the subject.

So he decided to pretend.

“Um… it makes this one right?” He weakly says, hoping his confused voice sounded realistic, he doesn’t like the taste of lying on his tongue, but he’s doing it for you so it’s okay in his mind.

You shake your head with a disapproving hum but make sure not to embarrass him by pointing at the right answer. “It’s this one, I created a rhyme to remember since it’s kinda hard to remember it” You wrote down your own creation of a rhyme on his notes, making sure it was right by whispering it to yourself.

Honestly too cute, his heart is pounding out of his chest while he gushes over how adorable you looked, you’re a drug that he can’t stay away from, and he loves every second of this high he gets.

As you scribble the lines down he hopes you write more so he can treasure how your handwriting and add it to his growing collection. The growth is spreading like wildfire just from you being in his room and doing normal things.

“Sorry if it’s out of the blue but I haven’t ate all day, can I get some snacks or something?” You could feel your stomach growl, hoping it wasn’t as loud as you imagined it to be.

“Huh- yeah sure! Of course!” He jumps up, quickly scrambling to get out from under the table the two of you worked on. “I’ll get you something, don’t worry!” He happily says, quickly zigzagging out his own room to get you something to eat.

You thought he was an interesting classmate, that’s for sure. You wondered what type of personality he had, was he always this shy and desperate to please?

You placed your pencil down, forgetting to set it down on something sturdy, it rolls down under his bed into the darkness, before you could even realize what specific area it rolled into. You make sightless grabs and manage to get ahold of something.

You bring it out to find out it’s nothing like a pencil and in fact a plushie, a cute one, but it looks a little familiar, it sort of resembles you? Maybe it’s just a coincidence? You pat it’s plush little head and place it down on the side, making another grab to find one plushie after another.

Seriously! How many plushies did he need? And why did they all look like you?

You only piece together that you’ve discovered a part of his shrine when you pull out a collage of pictures that all contain you.

You talking with your friend who was angrily scribbled out, another of you eating at lunch, one of you just tired during a lecture, and the most intimate ones being of you sleeping and in your house. You can tell one of them is more recent by how the picture was of you in your pajamas cooking yesterdays dinner.

Your eyes quickly dart to observe each photo, pondering about when or how he could’ve taken these.

Speak of the devil he enters with a plate of your favorite food, something you’ve never told him and you’re sure that it’s not another coincidence.

His jaw drops as he sees you surrounded by his plushie collection and most terrifying of all, his collage of his favorite pictures of you.

“That’s— um- I can explain! It’s just—“ He hastily shoves the plate onto his studying table, trying to reason with unfinished rambles of whatever, you honestly blocked it out.

“What is all this?” Your face contorts into blatant confusion and he can’t read the glint in your eyes, something he‘s never failed to do.

“I’m sorry, im s—sorry” He hiccups, already into a crying mess without any actual words of rejection, he’s on his knees, hands clasping onto your pants as he begs for who knows what.

“I-I promise I won’t stalk you anymore, please? I know it’s creepy and wrong but I like you I really do“ He cries, hoping you wouldn’t kick him to the side and yell at him like he’d assume you would do.

He knew he was a creep but he couldn’t stop himself, it all started with you helping him grab his things after he dropped it in a busy hallway and then the obsession never stopped, it was like a parasite that he couldn’t stop feeding and he loved every second of it, of you.

“It’s fine” You pat his head, brushing some hair out his face.

“It’s fine..?” He repeats, wondering if he’s heard you correctly, he sniffles and melts into your soft touch, even though he feels undeserving of it right now.

“Well I kinda had an idea that there was something up with you. By how many times I’ve seen you throughout my week, I’ve noticed that you’re always in the background watching me” You bring him up to stand, his legs are so shaky he’s almost leaning on you.

“You’re n..not mad right?” He hiccups again, now getting embarrassed at how pathetic he sounded, his glassy eyes scanned your expression, praying this wasn’t a cruel joke and that you genuinely didn’t mind.

“Not really, just.. don’t take pictures inside my house” You’re tempted to joke with him by whacking his arm with a plushie of his but you don’t. You just continue to tuck his hair behind his ears so they no longer stick to his wet cheeks.

“Ookay! I won’t” He quickly nods, eager to please you, especially since you seemed to have accepted him even with his creepy habits and flaws.

“And if you want a picture just ask, you don’t have to take them far away without my permission” You grab his phone, wiping his tears away with your sleeve and blowing his bangs out his face, he’s practically crimson red by how he closed his eyes thinking you were going to kiss his forehead.

“Here, look” You sit next to him, backs pressed against the wall of his bed as you take a photo, you tell him to smile after seeing the blank expression on his face.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous” He mumbles, wiping his damp face to make sure he didn’t look that bad in the photo, he’s only closed his eyes for one moment before he feels pressure on top of his lap, oh my god you’re in his lap why are you in his lap?

Before he can sputter out those questions you take a picture, making a kissy face as he looks flustered and confused in the photo, you turn his phone to show the picture you took.

“Why not put that one in your collage?” You turn to see how he looks and there’s not a single thought behind his eyes, looks like you broke him and the teasing has barely even started.

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