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kalims · 10 months

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ㅤdorm leaders being savages

summary. basically some backstabber mf tries to 'steal' him and... this is where the savage part starts

featuring. dorm leaders

content. bad friend, gender neutral reader, brutal rejection 😭

note. a full post after a while :')

malleus

I mean it's not like he would notice anyways, again. I firmly believe human and fae courting traditions are vastly different and c'mon... he doesn't even know what the fuck flirting is do you really think he'd get their intentions. 💀

when they start to slide up an arm in places he's quite bothered about, (cause guy is so whipped that he won't let anyone but him touch you.) he isn't even happy that someone is near his proximity anymore, not scared and whatnot.

just he no likey.

AND HES NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE ROMANTIC HE JUST SHRUGS THEM OFF EVERYTIME. he's just a genuine innocent lil' dude who wants his lover to come and save him from this touchy, weird, human.

no child of man cause that's your name ‼️

while he may not get it, he's got a feeling, sixth sense of sorts and when he sees it he's backing tf up away. he's not gonna entertain the doubts.

also he still doesn't get it in the end lmaoooo, he's avoiding all their advances thinking it's a part of human... culture? that he wasn't made aware of.

if they start putting in the forbidden words in the same sentence as your name you know shits going down, suddenly he's not that confused, oblivious, cute guy that they saw but a much colder shell.

when his eyes darken, and it starts storming they'd had better run, he's been kind enough to stay even with their relentless annoying behavior but that is where he crosses the line fr.

don't even be surprised when they get hit by lightning and end up in the infirmary or something, malleus didn't even say anything to them cause he believes actions speaks louder than words... *sends touchy, weird human to the nurse.* see?

someone insults him: ?

someone insults you: 😠😡🤬👿🌩⚡

just goes: "your friend is very unpleasant, I'd appreciate it if you refrain from spending time with them."

something unsaid; spend all of that time with me duhhh

idia

you know what I'm surprised someone actually likes him tbh 😭 except us because we're all built different and we love disgustang discord mod behavior.

you know what's even more surprising? the fact that idia is actually seen by your friend group. I swear he comes out of his room like once a day and that's just because he's craving something else that isn't in his food stock and he's just gonna rob whose mac n' cheese was in the microwave.

and that's literally in his DORM ONLY.

he's like a vampire and allergic to sunlight, he's more willing to come out in the middle of the night because that's when the least 'normies' are scattered around like flies.

(if that counts for anything at all??)

but hanging out is more fun and if you somehow managed to convince idia to come with you with your friends for some well needed, 'socializing' then you're in luck!

besides that you had to bet one of your items in that open world game you played together... all is good!

im like 99% sure idia is disgusted by any other touch from other people, besides you? cause if you touch him he's just embarrassed... but in terms of the disgusted faction, you've been there before.

he immediately spots their intentions cause he definitely plays otome games and this is one of them cliche scenarios to 'spice up' the plot by invoking jealousy in it.

only difference is its him, you and this... random.

if they weren't already offended by the absolute mortification and disgust on his face, somehow continuing to 'rizz' him up.. oh boy. it's gonna get worse.

he's got the worst fucking 3rd grade insults like... "back away from me you noob, are you supposed to be their friend?" he scoffs, surprising them cause they thought he was gonna be that red flag discord romance experience.

"sorry but im not really sorry. i don't associate myself with lower levels such as yourself, try to come back when you're higher but I doubt they'd accept a fiend back."

LIKE WHO USES NOOB AS AN INSULT?

when you come back he's steering you away, pulling on the hem of your sleeves practically begging to come home with the promise of 'grinding that outrageous drop rate item you've asked his help with.'

something unsaid; doxxing them as soon as I get back

vil

ok this one I get.

who wouldn't want vil... it's not like I've made the entirety of the fandom known about my obsession with him as my favorite character or anything, not at all... jokes aside he's a very prominent candidate, he's hot and rich. you get it?

forget about the other qualities because we all known those two can carry someone in life alone, life in luxury and fame? sign them up ASAP.

besides your boyfriend being one of the superstar actors, models, the dream jobs for a dream man even your friends had a hard time believing you. you should be offended that they even considered that you were clinically.. delusional.

plus you didn't even seem to know about vil before so how are you dating him?!

they found out the hard way and safe to say they're flabbergasted because what even?

of course out of everyone here, vil has the most experience in terms of being approached on a baseless appearance only, he's iffed by how fast people get infatuated when they're barely scratching the surface of him.

well, you somehow dug your way deep with a shovel so you're the only exception he will allow...

at this point he knows what to expect the moment one of your friends gave him a look he's all the well too accustomed to. it's easy to ignore the ones he sees in crowds cause there's always some type of fence blocking them from fully proclaiming their love or something.

problem here is that this person has no obstacles and he can tell they're waiting for an opportunity to strike like a snake. *texts the pomefiore gc to tell them about this SNAKE!*

honey this is a big NO for him, you need to consider your circle of friends if one of them immediately starts folding around like this and wastes what? a longer friendship with you? please, he's known his stylists more and they literally get replaced every single day.

he's giving them the biggest, sassiest side eye ever. putting a palm up before they even get to speak because frankly, he does not want to hear it.

they open their knarly mouth. "i—"

he raises a finger. "no."

a frown. "but i—"

"shush."

he can do this forever.

when you come back he's still giving a bombastic, criminal offensive side eye, mentally thinking on how to ruin this person's life in media of course! his natural domain. just one word and the rest of his army will attack fr.

vil usually doesn't do this but seriously? that was another level of low.

also he's just by your side, you don't even have to say that he's your boyfriend because he's lowkey rubbing it in their face that he is in fact, taken.

"next time you try to see me again, might as well buy one of the tickets to my fan signings because you’re not seeing me again otherwise.. well, not like you can afford it anyways." *fabulous hair flip*

something unsaid; either way I'll kick you out if you try to get in

kalim

most safest person to flirt with, even if you're friends with their lover but also the most impossible to actually try and 'steal.'

the thing about kalim is that he's adorably stupid, not to degrade him in any shape or form but he's so oblivious about everything that you could consider it as one of his redeemable traits to be adorable.

he takes everything you say so seriously to the point where if you joke about wanting to water an entire continent he's just there with his carpet waiting for you cause he's gonna do exactly that.

"you're in luck cause I have a lot of water in me!" pops his non existent guns on his arms. (he is talking about his unique magic..)

it takes a remarkable mind to be like... that but you like him all the well about it, compliment his stupid-ness and he'll just grin, flush a little and laugh loudly as he compliments you back. not an ounce of anger in his tiny body.

red eyes but what a bright heart!

the type of guy that goes. "any friend of yours is a friend of mine!" so when he meets your friend group, casually just throws them a grand ball. they don't know whether to be flattered or.. concerned cause this is pretty weird.

not only was one of your friends awed over the mere value of many things inside the dorm he renovated, apparently his very huge bank full of gold was something to gasp over too.

and that's exactly what they did. (I mean get that bag sis but that bag is already owned by someone else and that's you... so that's not slay of you, random friend.)

here's when his nature proves to be quite relenting, even after many flirting, even using those cringe pickup lines from the internet, he just won't budge! it's getting irritating cause they're sure the people already heard the embarrassing words coming out of their mouth.

also that they were flirting with a non-legally married man. (to you ofc ofc.)

kalim either laughs at them because he thinks they were jokes, and just funny or laughs just because he's kalim.

he didn't really mind the casual touches at first, maybe it was friendly? he does it all the time after all but there was a stinking feeling that it felt weird and that alone was weird cause friendly pats were supposed to feel good.

not with you though cause those feel great!

accidentally shuts them down cause they're feeling like a third wheel when you come back after a bathroom break and it's like a total contrast to how he was treating them.

how do you seriously not notice kalim now unintentionally flirting with you?! are both of you airheads?!

he was literally all over you when you quipped up a "hi, I'm back."

and he was like; "welcome back :DDDD!!!!" if it wasn't already obvious they'd even add floating hearts emojis all over his head.

something unsaid; girl he didn't even notice anything was up...

azul

kinda a 50/50?

I'm not sure if most people really dig the whole 'bad reputation' thing. he's friends with the most terrifying twins in the entire campus, notably scammed a lot of people, can give wishes with an extreme price.

oh yeah he runs monstro lounge too but that just means he won't have time to spend with a lover.

that's their own imagination but azul's actually very sweet and gets some overworked junior to do the work for him, usually jade since floyd just leaves if he's given the job. JUST so he can go fret over which tie to use for your unofficial date.

despite him annoyed and losing sleep 24/7 because of the tweels he still asks them which one to use, jade's opinion is most trustworthy since floyd picks the neon, vibrant ones. (don't question why he even owns it.)

I doubt he actually likes people though, anyone else than you? hard pass. he's a simp through and through but unlike idia who can't mask the mortification and disgust on his face even at the cost of his life, good thing that masks are one of the many things azul is good at.

he slips up sometimes cause he genuinely thinks it's embarrassing that they're doing whatever this is to him, (well more of an attempt?) and to you, who is also their friend and his lover.

slip up as in his eye twitches, he flinches away a little too fast when they touch him, and his smile wobbles.

I mean no one would notice if he uses his magic on one, singular person...

mentally makes a note to remember whoever this was cause they're not stepping foot in octavinelle ever again.

+ an object of fun for the tweels. #gotormentthatlife!!

he's just a polite guy, so he won't just straight up insult them but he does warn them. the only thing holding him back from cooking a whole table is the crowd that would definitely spread the news of him going batshit.

like; "could you please, stop this? I hope you're not as stupid as you make yourself out to be because if you think I'm an idiot to not know what you're doing.. "

meanwhile his mind; "ugh this bitch. [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]."

I mean he's not that intimidating ALONE but when he gets all threatening like that (🥰) he could pass for an assassin fr.

just gets the tweels to deal with them cause he does not have the patience to deal with this backstabbing ho and it's wasting his precious time that should have been spent talking with you.

ugh he did not spend like 30 whole minutes picking out his tie and gloves just for this.

azul when he sees you coming back: 😇

something unsaid; [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted].

leona

oh boy, cover your eyes cause we're stepping onto another level of SAVAGE. you don't call lions that for NOTHING ‼️ beastman or just beast.

has the least filter out of everyone, as in he just doesn't give a single fuck, he's the chillest (agressive) guy on the twst planet so if the thought of wanting to insult some stranger that doesn't have a significance in his life at all pops up in his mind he ain't gonna change it lol.

gives the stinkiest eyes, even his tail and ears pause to synchronize with his thoughts cause if they had googly eyes they'd have a side eye too.

if he's laying down and they try pulling him upwards, tryna latch onto him? *just shoves them cutely.* problem solved.

leona's nice enough to let them off without losing something cause you really do mean something to him if he's holding back for your expense knowing that this is one of your 'friends.'

they don't even deserve to be called that!

like no one interrupts his peaceful nap times except for when he stands up to interrupt it himself just to drag you down with him.

wait so basically anyone but him???

he, really doesn't want to waste energy on this fool and to be honest they're really boring him since you went out to grab something you forgot. (but knowing this person for less than an hour in his life, they probably had something to do with that too.) so you aren't here to give him a reason to stay awake.

them rambling but in leona's eyes they're a blurry figure cause he's really sleepy.

then suddenly he's an iphone promax when he's looking at you 💀

if they already didn't take a hint from his earlier shove, the dirt isn't the only thing he's gonna shove someone into. there's a lake there for a reason other than keeping a home for the fishes y'know. never would know if they eat people too. /j

"would you shut up?"

yeah that's all he says but we all know how sharp it is to hear that from somebody so they immediately shut up. there's absolutely no need for any waste on energy of them, just one look from him and they're SILENT.

hopefully embarrassed too cause wtf was that??

unfortunately he can't fully enjoy his usually relaxing nap cause this random is corrupting the atmosphere even when they're silent, I swear they could shift and leona feels like one step closer to smacking 'it.'

ignored them every single time they tried to call out to him LOUDLY before but when you just silently step back on the field, he already peeks out an eye??? like no words needed.

what love does to a mf... sighs... another cold male lead we've lost to romance because of our mc <4

something unsaid; I was really questioning if keeping myself from strangling someone was worth it. took more effort than doing it literally

riddle

I'd have a crush on him too tbh.

unlike azul who already knew their intentions from the start, polite enough to kindly drop signs that he's not interested. riddle doesn't get it, he's just polite as well but also confused?

like he doesn't know they're tryna flirt, but he does think their actions are strange like c'mon. why are they trying to feel him up? he has no idea except the thought that he doesn't like it at all.

also it feels like he's betraying you so he just straight up pulls their arm away off of him firmly and shakes his head.

"stop this behavior."

he sighs.

surprisingly he's patient but also impatient???

consider this the first and last warning cause he WILL excuse himself if it ever goes on, riddle can wait for you browse through a whole store with him following you around and playfully commenting on your taste but can't wait for their attitude to get better.

he ain't gonna waste any more of his precious minutes on this period.

I don't know how to explain it, he's totally unaware of what they want, which is him ironically. but the reason he's rejecting their advances is because he's so devoted and a simp for you.

not a lot of people have the balls to converse or touch around him carelessly like that so freely so isn't it basic human courtesy to hold off all the physical affection till they're more acquainted?

well, not that riddle's not gonna let their current relationship advance any further from strangers at this point...

he's so loyal to you that it's cute jabskans.

riddle sticks to his principles, and he certainly has his own preferences for the personality of people. one of the traits he despises is when they don't understand his earlier warnings.

of course riddle isn't very forgiving, they're lucky they were even given a chance before cause even he, doesn't spare his dorm members a second chance when they break a rule he's been plenty lenient with.

so if you were given a chance, you better take it cause he's not giving you another.

like how since you did take your chance he's not gonna let you go now 😍.

isn't the type to be rude to people for matters he deems conflict being easily avoidable so he just makes up a believable excuse and walks away loool.

and they're like thinking; didn't he say he was tired and had to sleep since he stayed up planning the unbirthday party... why is he having a tea date with you???

suddenly he didn't look too tired at all compared to when he randomly slumped to look exhausted before??

something unsaid; 🥰🍵 what a successful unbirthday party *forgets about them immediately cause you're both having an unofficial date.*

note. ok so something unsaids are basically that but don't misunderstand, it's something they didn't say.

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ma1dita · 2 months

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trouble's coming for you

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 3.7k

summary: (established relationship) suggestive banter lol The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. Also known as the three times Percy is completely oblivious about you two, plus the time he learns what L-O-V-E looks like for two teen demigods. (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: PERCY POV!!! maybe the real enemy was the blue balls Luke got from a clueless 12-year-old. you’re gonna tell me you wouldn’t overthrow the gods too? scream at me in the comments and feel free to reblog :)

(posted 2/29/24, edited!!! i think!!! four hours of sleep later and a big kiss to @hotchfiles miss lari as always for inspo mwah)

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What’s in a name?

One of the last defining memories Percy Jackson had with his mother before arriving at Camp Half-Blood was her reminder that names have power. He’s held fast to that belief, treading carefully with his words in this unfamiliar place that he’s supposed to call home so soon after losing his own.

Being the new kid for the hundredth time in his life means that he’s accustomed to change, much less introducing himself as Percy Jackson, whatever that means at this point—but then becoming known simply as the kid who causes trouble. What then, is he supposed to do, when his first friend at camp introduces him to a girl who embodies the name trouble?

To Luke, through Percy’s actions, it seems as if he’s trying to reclaim a crown that currently belongs to the beloved head counselor of Camp Half-Blood.

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The dining pavilion is filled with mouth-watering scents and the sound of chattering campers to the point that it’s a bit overstimulating if he thinks too hard about it. Mr. Brunn—er, Chiron told him to take it easy after the events from yesterday, but he feels a bit tough on luck after making Luke run circles around camp trying to find what he’s good at.

“Is there a Greek god of disappointment? Maybe someone should ask if he’s missing a kid,” Percy says glumly, pushing the mac and cheese around on his plate. Luke sighs, letting the boy to his right speak.

“Oizys,” Chris mumbles through full cheeks before he cocks his head at the 12-year-old, “but she’s a goddess, and her whole thing isn’t really disappointment, it’s more like failure.”

Luke looks to Chris with a half smile before looking back at the kid and saying, “We’re gonna find the thing you’re good at. I know it.” He looks like he’s going to say something else before something, or someone catches his attention and it’s almost like the older boy is transfixed, eyes shining with mischief or something deeper that Percy’s young brain couldn’t comprehend just yet.

“And here comes trouble…” Luke says with a smirk, eyes following your figure until your feet take you to their table. The sandy-haired boy twists around, expecting to see a goddess of some sort until he sees you, violet eyes and a lilt of something sinister—giving off the energy of someone who holds power but also likes to fuck with it. You cross your arms over your chest, gaze floating over the three boys and at the tip of your chin, Luke takes his plate off the table, prompting you to hop up and slide onto the smooth surface in front of him.

“You look like someone kicked your puppy, so you must be the new kid. Peter, right?”

A snort of laughter comes from behind your slouched form, Luke partially concealed but body obviously shaking with amusement as he looks at you.

“He might just turn out to be a puppy kicker one day,” the son of Hermes jokes, “Meet Percy Jackson.”

“That’s not…”

You sigh at Luke’s idea of a joke, face incredulous as you lean over and conjure strawberries onto Percy’s plate. He’d never seen anything like that before, someone so casual about their abilities, but he didn’t have much of a reference past yesterday. This camp keeps surprising him in ways he’s never imagined possible.

“Heard D gave you a hard time earlier, sorry about him—I’d blame it on withdrawals but he’s just an asshole,” you offer with a smile and a handshake as you introduce yourself, watching the boy’s eyes widen with wonder.

“It’s not your fault…I’m used to being the new kid.”

Eyebrows furrowing at his tone, you lean in closer, voice turning serious. You’re a lot like Mr. D in the sense that it’s easy for you to poke at the kids who come through here for a reaction to make sure they’re okay mentally. When they don’t react is usually the call for help.

“Well, new kid, if anyone gives you a problem here at camp, you let me know. Even if it’s these two hooligans, or if it’s my dad.”

“You’re talking to our lovely head counselor, Percy. She calls the shots around here,” Chris chimes in jest. But only one part of your sentence sticks in his mind as he whips his head up from munching on a berry.

“He’s your dad?”

“Yeah, unfortunately,” you giggle, “and though you’re sweet and I would love to have you as a sibling, he kind of has a rule on having too many kids at once, unlike other gods.”

“A rule he’s already broken,” Luke drones, hand fidgeting with the black bandana tied around your thigh, “but who knows? If Percy ends up to be one of you, well…may the gods have mercy on us all.”

A deadpan stare is directed at the scarred boy, and you swipe at his curls like a feral cat, making him wince and laugh all the same as he bats you away.

“Tough shit, 11. Do you know how many hellions inhibit your cabin? Your dad inflicts agony on me personally every time another one of your siblings walks past the boundaries.”

The petty squabble is interrupted by the chime of the bell over your heads, but you two are still in a world of your own. It reminds Percy of the time he watched two subway rats fight over a pizza slice on the 6—he didn’t really know who to root for then either. Chris sighs and gets up, nudging Luke to follow, which he does begrudgingly as he claps his large hand on your leg. You hiss.

“Our turn!” Luke says with a hint of sarcasm.

“Our turn for what?”

“Burnt offerings,” you explain as you chomp on a strawberry, “the gods like the smell, so it gets their attention before you say a prayer.” You notice Percy stay in his seat, which makes a smile pull at your lips, “Think you’re off the hook for today though, bud. Or you can be just like me.”

“Don’t give him any ideas, trouble. I’ll throw in a few for Hestia.” Luke chews at his lip as he leans over you to grab a few berries off of Percy’s plate to toss into the fire for you.

“You don’t pray?”

“I’m not really the religious type. I’ve got what I need,” you concede, leaning back on your palms as you watch the son of Hermes stand for a few extra seconds at the hearth. “Besides, my godrent is right over there, and Luke worries enough for me. It’s more his thing,” you say with a lazy smile. The campers filing out of the dining hall wave at you and you enthusiastically greet everyone with dancing fingers. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anyone that…happy to be on the job, but things work differently around here, so he doesn’t think much of your upbeat attitude.

“Eat up. Some of that strength has to go to you. Gonna need it.” You say ruffling Percy’s hair, and when Luke comes back, he tugs at the shoelaces of your boots until you kick his hands away. You both share a smile like people do a secret, even here in the open air.

“Do they like the smell of burnt mac and cheese?” Percy says curiously, eating another spoonful of the meal. His head hurts at another thing to consider in this brand-new world he’s walked into.

“They like the smell of begging,” Luke grins, and you laugh like a firework going off, making Percy’s lips pull up into a smile.

“I’m not much of a beggar though, if you ask me.”

The son of Hermes hums at you like he wants to say otherwise, and you slap his chest as you suck air through your teeth. Beneath the wood top of the table and with Percy being none the wiser, your fingers intertwine with Luke’s like it’s second nature.

“You burn what you’ll miss the most. Then they know you really mean what you’re about to say, so they listen.”

Luke takes a breath after explaining how things work for the nth time to the kid, knowing Percy’s quite persistent about making his dad notice him. He remembers being jaded too—striving to be the best for a lick of his dad’s attention and all of his efforts were done in vain. Even though the kid’s arrival at camp was a bit unexpected, Luke doesn’t mind showing him around.

Hopefully, less work on your end means that he can spend more time with you once this is over with— but by the looks of how the day is going so far, he’s not so sure. He hopes his offerings reach the gods and they grant him extra patience for his good deeds. Watching you laugh at something Percy says as you all walk out of the dining pavilion, Luke wonders if you know that every offering he burns for the goddess of the hearth and home is so that she’ll protect you.

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“Lights out in 10 minutes, cabin 11! Everyone ready for bed?”

The sound of your voice jolts Percy awake from his post-dinner nap and he blinks slowly until he sees you walking towards him with extra blankets and pillows in your grasp. The other campers were kind of stand-offish, and after praying to his mom he was overwhelmed with the feeling of missing her, so much so that it drained the rest of his energy.

“Long day, huh bud?”

Drowsy with sleep, for a moment, Percy forgets where he is—the unfamiliar walls of the cabin making him shift with unease as he rubs at his eyes. The blurry version of you makes his chest go warm and for a second, it’s like—

“Mom?”

He blinks again, his pale face turning red when he realizes his slip-up. Percy’s shoulders drop when he hears giggles from somewhere in the big cabin and you reach out to smooth his hair away from his face with a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry about it. Everyone who first comes to 11 gets nightmares. For some of them, they don’t leave,” you mutter. Percy notices your eyes flicker over to Luke’s bed, where he’s zipping up his hoodie and chatting with one of his half-siblings. Cabin 11 is finally quieting down for the night—children scrambling into their bunks, doing nighttime routines, and having quiet conversations. It’s all so weird, this being everyone’s normal.

“You’re not alone though. Saw you earlier, outside. I still pray to my mom sometimes. She's quite the listener,” you say with a sad twinkle in your eye. The kid sniffs as you hand him the pillows and blankets, finally meeting your gaze.

“Did your mom…” Die too? The words feel like lead in his throat, feeling heavy as he swallows it down. He doesn’t want to cry in front of the pretty counselor, much less speak the truth, because if he says it out loud, it means his mom dying must have been real. Also since you’ve seen him sit in the dark of the forest burning blue jelly beans like a freak. What he didn’t know is that you pride yourself on being one. It takes one to know one, after all.

“Yeah. Makes for one hell of an origin story, but I found my place here, and people who care. I know you will too, when you’re rea—” Your words trail off when you see Luke walk past the both of you with a cool expression before he nods towards the door, and you squeeze Percy’s shoulder before getting up.

“Night guys! It’s getting late so we’ll have to do a story next time, okay?” You walk down the aisle patting heads and tucking in smaller campers, and he hears you whack the younger Stoll brother when he teasingly says, “It’s not fair that Luke gets a bedtime story and we don’t…”

“Connor, enough. I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up and called me mom, so save it for tomorrow.” He must have been the one laughing earlier.

“Everyone say goodnight trouble!” Luke calls out with a coy expression, making you roll your eyes as you flick the light off to a symphony of jeers. It’s finally quiet as Percy is propped up against some pillows that smell like raspberries and soft cotton before he realizes he has to pee.

But Chris said harpies hunt kids after curfew… he thinks.

In a moment of sheer panic, Percy looks around in the darkness of the cabin before the sound of your cackling pierces through the dim light from the outside. He hops up from the makeshift cot and tugs his shoes back on, slowly creeping past the long row of bunks to not disturb other campers before he gets to the door. Your head turns quickly to the intrusion as you spring away from Luke, stubbing a cigarette underneath the wood panel out of sight when Percy steps through the doorway.

“Sorry, I need to use the bathroom,” he says sheepishly as Luke nods, scratching his neck and leaning a far distance away from you. Under the low burning lamps, Percy notices Luke’s cheeks redden and he wonders if he is interrupting something, but the urge to go increases as he steps between you two.

“Right. I’ll walk you to yours?” Luke blurts in one breath. With a wordless smile on your lips, you nod before Percy purposely interrupts this time.

“I can walk her, it’s on the way to the bathrooms, right?”

If only this poor kid knew he was being the cockblock of the century.

“Yeah, Percy’s got me. The harpies won’t like you missing curfew, Castellan,” you tease, stepping around him with a shit-eating grin. Your hair almost floats in the gentle breeze, and Luke rolls his eyes.

“Stay out of trouble. I mean it,’ he sighs, before shoving you off the porch, and you laugh at the irony of his words. Looking back at Luke, Percy noticed his eyes were on you like he wanted to live in your skin, which was equal parts disgusting and confusing to the 12-year-old. His steps double in pace as you both walk down the path and a brief side glance at your stifled smile quickly makes the kid wonder if you’d let him. Pushing the sleeves of Luke’s hoodie past your elbows, you wave at Percy’s rushing figure as he almost bolts to the bathroom and you lean against the doorway of your empty cabin. You turn the light on and look across the way to see your boyfriend still leaning against his door, so you flip him off. Of course, he takes that as his cue to saunter over.

But then the loud clanging sound of pipes bursting reaches both of your ears and toilet water floods the dirt near the back end of your cabin.

So close.

“I’m gonna go check on Annie to see if she’s still on duty. Tough luck, babe,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his cheek before walking in the direction that Percy went, sending the son of Hermes to drag his feet towards your cabin, alone (he didn’t expect to fall asleep propped over your covers waiting up for you, but a lot happened in that damn bathroom).

—

“Hey, today feel like a winning kind of day to you?” Annabeth smirks at the son of Hermes. Next to them, Percy feels a hand clap him on the shoulder and all three of them turn to see you donning red.

“Didn’t you three hear the conch? Wouldn’t want you to fall behind,” you say with a grin as Luke steps up to you and whistles lowly.

“Didn’t know you were playing today. It’s a shame you look that good in red.”

Annabeth fake gags as she crosses her arms to say, “You’re also currently on enemy territory if you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, you wound me. I’m not a threat. Percy, I obviously don’t have the flag, right?”

He nods a bit dumbly, still worried about the mechanics of the game and the part he has to play for the blue team, but no one else seems to share his concerns.

“Anyways, sorry I’m not on your team, Perce. The Ares kids snatched me up as soon as my name was on the roster, so I came to wish you all luck.”

“This better not be a diversion tactic, trouble,” Luke simpers, playfully tugging at your staff, which you use for leverage to step up onto a rock to meet him at eye level.

“Nah. You know I like the competition, angelface,” you whisper, almost daring him to do something.

“Bite me, trouble.”

There’s a fire in his eyes you’d love to stoke, but now’s not the time or place. You can’t help but indulge though—the both of you enjoy the reactions you can pull from each other.

“You’d like it too much.”

“Alright now,” Annabeth groans, calling your name, rolling her eyes as she pulls at Luke’s arm, “Gotta remember he’s your enemy!”

“I’M TRYING!” You laugh, shaking your head and walking back towards your team as you shoot them a fake salute. It all happens too quickly as Percy’s unable to catch the spitfire words between the two of you, thinking further about how he might get maimed during this game (which in the grand scheme of things, he almost does. Thanks Clarisse).

“Those two are hopeless! Walk faster, sunshine—we lost too much time watching whatever that was.” Percy stumbles along the forest path as he follows Annabeth, the both of them leaving Luke smirking to himself as he follows the rest of their team.

Hours later, at Clarisse’s muddy feet and holding her broken spear, Percy hears cheering in the distance as he watches the blue team led by Luke waving the red flag in one hand and your legs supported by his other. You’re in a fireman’s hold across his shoulders and everyone watches as the son of Hermes spins you around like a Tilt-a-Whirl until the sound of your shrieks is audible from the shoreline. He sets you down gently, dominant hand still around your waist as he snickers, “Got my win and my girl. Must be time to celebrate.” You laugh at his absurdity, pulling his helmet off and wiping the sweat off his forehead with your bandana.

“You’re always going to be a loser in my eyes.”

Slapping the plush of your hip, the sound echoes in the air—suddenly quiet as you gasp. But you’re not looking at Luke anymore, but rather the gleaming trident above Percy’s head as it’s revealed he’s a forbidden child. His jaw tightens at the sight, and there are a lot of emotions running through him, remembering Thalia and knowing that his plans will have to be altered once more because of Percy Jackson. You squeeze his hand before walking away from him to follow your dad and Chiron to the Big House, shooting him a nervous glance.

Damn.

—

The boys have been sparring for hours, and just as you think Percy’s getting the hang of it, Luke thrusts forward with an energy no one should have towards a 12-year-old. Although a bit concerning, he does have a lot to catch up on how to fight like a demigod before his quest in a few days.

“Take a break or else you’ll be crawling away from camp by the end of the week,” you joke, handing Percy and Luke bottles of cold water. Your boyfriend takes big gulps before pouring the rest over his head, leaving you gaping and a little hot under his stare as he nudges your chin and winks.

“You’re doing that on purpose!”

Luke shrugs slyly, and the both of you watch Percy catch his breath. He leans over your shoulder, the tone of his voice sultry as it tickles your ear, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.”

You bite your lip, before bursting with laughter—which isn’t exactly the reaction he thought you’d have. Maybe he should’ve finished reading the sonnet before falling asleep, but you always take too long with your nighttime skincare routine.

“That doesn’t mean what you think it means, but you’re cute for trying,” you coo, leaning closer so that your cheek touches his. Luke’s whole face is warm from exertion and now embarrassment, but he smiles nonetheless at the proximity. He can’t believe he still misses you, even when you’re skin-to-skin like this.

“That stanza…Isn’t it about names being meaningless?” Percy says between gasps of air before he pours the rest of the water bottle over his head like Luke did. He’s looking up at the both of you as he leans against a tree, instantly feeling more rejuvenated.

You jerk up from your seated position on the large rocks, excited to talk about Shakespeare, and Luke almost pouts at the loss of your attention.

“Yeah! Good job, bud. I forget you went to a hoity-toity charter school,” you say tongue-in-cheek, before turning back to your boy.

“So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and, for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself. You’re gonna have to interpret that one yourself, angelface.”

“Trust I have no fucking clue but you sound really hot when you talk dirty to me,” Luke says with a shrug. Percy laughs at that, before finally bringing up the question that’s been on his mind since Luke introduced you to him.

“Why do you call her trouble? She seems okay to me.”

“Thanks,” you say dryly, but the older boy leans on his arm with a lovestruck expression as he gazes at you. Oh…Percy thinks, brain feeling freshly washed. How did he miss that?

“She used to get in trouble a lot,” he says, before you elbow him hard, “I mean, we used to get in trouble, she’d always drag me into it.”

“You always offered! Don’t twist the fucking story,” you shriek, and the boys laugh at your exasperation.

“Yeah anyways, she’d always find me. Still does, my partner in crime. Trouble always comes for me,” Luke murmurs, waggling his eyebrows and intertwining your fingers together. Your jaw drops and cheeks flush and Percy thinks he understands better now, but gets confused again with what you do next.

You almost slap the goddamn scar off that boy’s face.

—

It is a terrible thing to be so open: it is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world. -Sylvia Plath

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Secrets

Summary: You try to keep your relationship a secret!

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

It was fun at first.

The thrill of sneaking around, secret glances, hidden touches. It had been quite a ride to get to where you were with Natasha, and knowing how the team could be, you both wanted to keep your relationship to yourselves, at least for a little while.

One of your secret spots were the stairs. With a building so big, it was natural that everyone took the elevator. It was the perfect place to meet the redhead and more often than not, the conversation progressed into an intense make out session that left you breathless.

“Is the elevator broken?” Steve asks as you come back from one of your little escapades. You jump at his presence, your mind still thinking about the feeling of Natasha’s lips on yours.

“Uh… no. It’s working just fine. I like to take the stairs to… exercise”

“That’s a nice idea. Maybe I’ll try it one of these days” he nods.

Cap and his obliviousness, sweet old man. He has no idea you’re all flushed for reasons that have nothing to do with coming up the steps.

Still, you think nothing of it. He was probably trying to be nice when he said it was a good idea. The next day, when you’re lost in Natasha, intoxicated by her supple lips and the way they move against your own, you miss the sound of heavy footsteps and an off key whistle.

“Crap” Natasha is the first to react, breaking apart. You turn to look down, Steve taking the steps two at a time.

Fit bastard.

“Morning!” he says, too happy for your liking.

“Oh, hi, we were just…”

“We?” he echoes, and you look around. No trace of Natasha.

“I mean, me. I was just taking a break. I think I’ll go back to taking the elevator”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit agitated. Nothing to worry, Cap”

Steve nods and smiles.

“I told everyone about your great idea. I think people will start using the stairs more”

“Oh, that’s just peachy”

Once again, he is oblivious to your actual feelings. After he’s gone, Natasha jumps from behind the staircase.

“Jesus, how did you manage to do that so quickly”

“Well, you always have to be ready for a quick escape, detka”

Natasha leans forward and pecks your lips, but before she can do anything else, you drag her back to the hallway.

“You heard Cap. Our secret spot is no longer secret”

—

So far, you haven’t found a decent replacement for the stairs, except for a supply closet. And by God, you are not that desperate.

As you cook dinner, Natasha comes up behind you, and you relax against her.

“I’ve missed you” she says against your shoulder, placing small kisses that tickle you.

“I missed you too, love”

A hand goes around your middle and she toys with the hem of your shirt, lips kissing your neck, and that sweet spot behind your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Nat” you moan, and you don’t know if you want her to stop or keep going.

Yelena answers that for you as she steps inside, eyes widening. You draw blank, because honestly, how can you explain this?

Natasha takes matters into her own hands, literally, as she hugs you and pretends to do the Heimlich maneuver.

“She’s choking” Natasha says and Yelena scrambles around.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, please don’t die”

The redhead pretends to help you, squeezing your middle and you cough.

“I think I’m…”

Unfortunately, the blonde is too freaked out and pushes Natasha away, thinking she’s helping you.

As she presses against your sternum, you are suddenly out of breath and you swear you can feel your ribs cracking.

“Ok, I’m fine, Yelena, thanks” you break free of her hold, sure that your sides will be bruised next morning.

Yelena doesn’t let you cook anymore, so you end up with a dinner of mac and cheese, and Natasha’s sister sitting in the middle while you three watch tv.

“I’m sorry” Natasha says when her sister gets up to grab another soda.

“Just for the record, this isn’t the type of choking I had in mind”

—

“They’re gonna be here any minute” you say against Natasha’s shoulder.

“I know” she bites your neck and you sink further into her lap.

The Quinjet, out of all places is where you find some privacy. The rest of the team will join shortly, as you have a recon mission.

But you can’t keep your hands to yourself and you end up naked, straddling Natasha’s lap as she moves her fingers inside of you.

“God, you look so pretty like this” she says against your chest.

“Nat, more” you plead. It’s too much and too little at the same time. She listens, moving her hand faster and your hips match her pace.

“God. Yes” you collapse in her arms.

“Request to open gate” FRIDAY informs and you curse, because you want more than a second to catch your breath.

Sneaking around is getting old now.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up” Natasha says, helping you up. She looks proud when your legs shake.

“Shut up” you say, which only makes her smile wider.

While the team enters the Quinjet, you go back to the bathroom with Nat as you hurriedly put your suits on.

“Red? Y/N?” Tony calls for you.

“Here” you raise your arm, feeling a bit tense. Maybe you pulled a muscle.

Stark nods your way and starts the Quinjet, while Steve goes over the plan with everyone else. You stay seated, vaguely aware that something feels different but you can’t tell what it is.

“Be careful” Natasha says when you part ways, squeezing your hand.

Your job is to keep an eye on the guards at the south gate and stop them if they are called to attack the intel team.

Which unfortunately does happen, so you run to shoot, kick and punch at every one of them.

There are two guards left, and as you reach for your gun, something incredibly unexpected happens.

Your suit opens right in the front, revealing your red lacy bra.

“What the fuck” you shout, looking down.

The guard in front of you opens his mouth, completely enthranced by your cleavage.

“New strategy?” Tony flies over, knocking him down. He sends the last man standing across the room.

“No! I don’t know what happened!”

You try to cover but the leather is not giving in.

“Ok, well. We’re done here so you can put all that” he gestures to your chest. “Back in the Quinjet”

Rolling your eyes, and with your arms crossed in front of you, you walk back to the jet.

As you lock eyes with Natasha, you finally notice how her own suit is loose on the shoulders.

You switched when you were getting dressed.

“I like this new look” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and Natasha sends a widow bite straight to his ass.

“Oops” she shrugs her shoulders as he glares.

Feeling a little better after that, you go inside and find a t-shirt to cover up.

When you leave the bathroom, everyone is silent.

“Ok, it’s not like you all haven’t seen boobs before. So get over yourselves. Except Steve, he gets a pass” you bark at them.

“I’ve seen boobs before” he tries to say but no one pays attention.

Natasha stays silent and you think she might be upset or reconsidering this whole thing.

You expect the worse as you land and she leads you back to your room.

“Nat…”

The redhead holds her finger up, taking your shirt off and sinking her face in your breasts.

“Really?”

“Mine” she grumbles, her hands squeezing possessively.

Well, at least some good came out of it.

—

The atmosphere is tense.

Clint, Wanda, Peter and you are playing Jenga.

Honestly, you are the one at a disadvantage here. With Clint’s aim and the enhanced individuals, you don’t stand a chance.

The way Natasha looks at you from across the room doesn’t help either.

It’s been a few days since you were together. Fury called her for an urgent mission and you had to resist the urge to sneak into the Quinjet and beg her to fuck you against the console.

And now, she’s back and you can’t wait for the night to wrap up so you can wrap your legs around her while she eats your…

“Gah!” Wanda screeches, knocking over the tower. “My mind, my eyes”

Crap.

“Wanda, a word?” you plead, dragging her out of the living room while Clint and Peter stare.

“You” she slaps your arm. “And you” she glares at Natasha as she approaches, pushing you both to her room.

“Sorry, we are keeping it a secret for now”

“But your thoughts are so loud” she massages her temples, clearly distraught. “I was so focused on the game and still I could hear everything, see everything”

“Sorry” you grimace. “Do you think you could… not tell anyone? For a bit”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very eager to pretend none of this happened”

“Thanks, Wanda” Natasha says and the girl nods.

“It’s nice to see you both happy. Just try to keep your thoughts to yourselves”

“We’ll try”

Wanda nods, walking out. Natasha’s quick to push you against the wall, eyes darkened by lust.

“Wanna tell me what was on your mind?”

“Can you at least wait for me to leave the hallway?!” Wanda screams from outside.

“You have ten seconds, Maximoff”

“Thanks, I hate you”

—

You figure a little distance from everyone will do you good.

So, you get tickets to a Yankees game and spend the day in the city with Natasha.

Even if you are only a half hour away from the Compound, among the sea of people, no one looks at you when you hold her hand, or share a kiss in the middle of your walk.

“This is nice” you smile, bringing her hand to your lips.

The first half of the game is slow, but you enjoy the time eating popcorn and making comments with Natasha about the score.

During the break, several people in the audience are featured in the screens. A girl chugs an entire beer while the crowd goes wild.

“Damn” you laugh, but the next image you see is you, next to Natasha.

The kiss cam.

“No, we’re fine” you wave your arms and the crowd boos. “Ok, not nice!”

“Don’t be such a baby” she smiles, pulling you closer.

“Pretty sure Steve and Bucky are watching the game back home”

“You jump, I jump” she leans forward, allowing you to decide if you wanna do this or not. As your lips meet in a short kiss, everyone starts clapping and cheering you on.

“Are you sure about what we just did?”

“Very. I’m tired of hiding. You make me happy. What’s wrong with that?” Natasha says and you smile against her lips.

“You are so getting lucky tonight”

But before you can kiss her again, both of your phones go crazy with texts from everyone on the team.

Tony: Is this why Wanda asked me for a way to erase her memory?

Sam: Now I know why you electrocuted my ass, Red!

Wanda: DONT COME NEAR ME

“Still think we made the right call?” you roll your eyes as the texts keep coming.

“Absolutely, detka” she says before kissing you softly.

Yeah. It’s gonna be ok.

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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 05

05 | LOGICAL previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. not feeling too well but... here's the episode

HOST "What's up, everyone! Welcome back to the Fangirlpedia Podcast, where we fangirls get to live out our dreams and fill out a Wikipedia for all the fangirls out there!"

HOST "I've been a fan of PJO since i was a kid, I was 15 when the first books came out and now, my daughter, who's 12 gets to watch the TV show. So it really is a dream come true and such a pleasure to be here today with the cast of Disney+'s Percy Jackson and the Olympians!"

HOST "With that, I think it's the proper time to introduce our dear guests for today."

WALKER "I'm Walker Scobell, I play Percy Jackson."

LEAH "I'm Leah Sava Jeffries and I play Annabeth Chase."

CHARLIE "I'm Charlie Bushnell and I'm the actor for Luke Castellan."

YN "And I'm YN LN and I'm the actress for Rina Velasco."

HOST "What song would you associate with your character?"

YN "For me, I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski"

YN "Rina is a very calculated character, she's not like Annabeth in the sense that it's just logic and facts. I think she's calculated in the fact that she's a very thoughtful person, and so I think it's interesting that her fatal flaw would be her faith and her trust— which, from face value completely contrasts her as a character. Like why does this person who thinks everything through have such childlike trust? Well, she is a child."

YN "The reason I chose this really lies in Luke, her first love, and the fact that her oblivious trust is most blatant in her relationship with him. Luke is the losing dog that all her logic tells her is losing but she still bets on him every time. He proves to her time and time again that he's put himself on this path and yet she foolishly believes every time that he can come back. I think in a way, she's aware of the fact that it's a foolish endeavor and yet pursues it anyway because she still believes there's some goodness in Luke despite him proving to her otherwise."

HOST "If YN's song for Rina is I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski, what would your song be, Charlie?"

CHARLIE "I think I've mentioned somewhere else that the song I used to really like use as my go-to was Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2? Yeah I think that's the right title. It really got me in the mood. But there's a different song that I think represents Luke."

HOST "Oh and what would that song be?"

CHARLIE "Probably.... Silver Springs yeah Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac. It's a popular song with editors. But like, I see Luke in it because it's kind of like... that's his relationship with all the people he loves. 'Time casts it spell on you, but you won't forget me. I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me.' Those lyrics for me are really what Luke's relationship with people are like, especially post-betrayal. I think the people he love stays on his mind constantly."

CHARLIE "There's this one line 'You'll never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you'. And I think every woman in his life is the same, Annabeth, his mom, Tahlia, and Rina especially. They all love him in their own way and the fact that like you know, they love him will haunt him with every decision he makes."

HOST "Even before filming, what were the vibes from everyone?"

CHARLIE "A lot of people assume that the hardest thing is filming- which is hard but like the stuff that happens before like table reads and chemistry tests were so nerve-wracking too."

YN "You'll hear from Leah and Walker that the chemistry read was so happy and fun— Leah just got to flirt with Walker for like an hour. Good for the younger kids, meanwhile me and Charlie were out here sobbing and fighting."

WALKER "Huh? What?!"

LEAH "You never told us this."

CHARLIE "Really? We didn't"

YN "Well, for Charlie and I's chemistry read, yeah it started off with playful banter then not even two scenes later, I was arguing with Luke in a forest about him stealing the master bolt."

CHARLIE "I mean I was like begging her to stay and everything— Did I get on my knees? I remember getting on my knees."

YN "Oh my gosh yeah... he got on his knees while begging to Rina it was crazy. The chemistry they wanted from us was ... definitely passionate. It was a very specific type of chemistry."

CHARLIE "Didn't they have us— Oh spoilers if you haven't seen the last book, anyways Luke dies and they were like 'So I want you to pretend like you're dying and now you see him and you're mourning his death'"

YN "Yeah and it was like 'I'm not sure if I'll make it to Elesium...' 'I don't think anyone else would be more worthy.' and then bro just straight up died!"

WALKER "WHAT TYPE OF CHEMISTRY READ IS THIS???"

CHARLIE "Deadly chemistry. I think one of us started crying."

YN "We were giving... Shakespeare."

HOST "What were your guys' reaction after getting the role? I think most have heard about the rest of you guys but YN's casting has been a matter of secret for a little bit."

YN "Oh my god I was elated, I was finally employed!"

CHARLIE "Biggest TV show of the year and your reaction is 'I'm employed'?"

YN "Hey don't judge! I love PJO and I love the series so so so much but honestly, after doing Miss Saigon's revival and then going into first year of college in NYU I was kind of panicking because 1) I wanted to do something and 2) I had no idea what to do. Like I knew I wanted to act but I wanted to try something different and honestly, I haven't gotten any good callbacks in a long time. So I mean when I sent it in, I didn't think anything would happen but it did and I was like 'Oh my god, I'm employed, I can earn money'."

CHARLIE "A bit weird but wouldn't have it any other way."

YN "You know, Charlie, next time you can just say something nice."

CHARLIE "Then our rela- friendship wouldn't be as fun."

CHARLIE "YN at first was pretty secretive about her background so every thing she revealed herself was like a new lore drop."

YN "Lore drop???"

WALKER "Every few days on set, we'd be talking and one day you'd just drop 'Oh when I was in highschool, I was in the national debate championships and in the finals–' and you talked like it was so normal but then all of us just found out you did competitive debate."

YN "It wasn't that big of a deal–"

LEAH "You told us you won the championships?"

YN "I won best speaker but I technically-"

CHARLIE "Don't even bother."

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chrliekclly · 26 days

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if you ever want to talk about your thoughts on joyce .. Peeks over the corner of your blog. i love talking and hearing ppls thoughts on joyce sooo much even if they're different from my own!! and your analysis and stuff is always so well thought out

i hope u dont mind if i answer this publicly to take advantage of th request nd get my ideas out ther (also tyvm im happy u like my insane takes on these idiots, iv ben thinking abt them for almost 10 years)

i said a lot here so gnna 'read more' it

iv ben building trans charlie n my head fr, like i said, nearly 10 years. i used to view him as cis bcuz i always try to take as much frm th source material as i can wen i craft my HCs nd i had v personal (stupid) hangups insofar as him explicitly referring to his junk multiple times nd bottom surgery simply not being on my radar as a naive littl trans idiot deep in th sauce tht transmen oftn fall into w phallo being viewed so so poorly

evn still i leaned towards transmasc charlie nd always lovd moments tht let me imagine, for a moment, it being true, like his discomfort w taking off his shirt [hundred dollar baby, charlie kelly: king of the rats, the gang exploits the mortgage crisis, young charlie and mac deleted scenes, etc etc etc], or bonnie yelling abt ppl stealing her "charlie-girl" [the waitress is getting married] which i lovd to see as her accidentally misgendering him while drunk off her ass.

having grown out of my phallo issues (nd if ur reading this and u still view phallo super poorly, please do some research and grow too), ive in recent years fully subscribed to transmasc/nb charlie, and view his timeline something like this:

baby -> elementary: charlie refers to himself as a boy, doesnt "come out," simply has no idea he's afab. bonnie lets him dress however he wants and refers to him as asked. when charlie gets confused about his genitals, bonnie says his dick will grow in later lol, makes charlie wear a dress in public restrooms and tells him its just a game

middle: puberty hits and charlie gets confused and scared. bonnie puts him on blockers w.o explaining them ("my mom used to vaccinate me like every month" [the gang gets quarantined]) charlie goes on content and oblivious. STP acquired because hes "a late bloomer" and his dicks still not growing in?? weird. confides this in mac once, but he doesn't understand.

high: charlie finally registers that he's trans after forgetting theres a health class 1 day and not being able to skip it. throws him for a loop a bit but he becomes actively invested in his goals. he gets to start T and wants to have surgeries. "what guy hasnt done some extensive research on his own genitalia?" [mac is a serial killer]

college (aged): able to surgically transition (ty medicare) and continues on with life as we kno him now

joyce, imo, fits neatly into these views.

as a transmasc nb who came out young nd prefers to be seen as just A Guy by strangers, i grew up v vehemently against anything girly that might get me misgendered, but th more i began to 'pass,' th more @ home n my body i felt, th more and more comfortable i am w femininity, th more i wdnt mind putting on a dress, as long as th general public wd see me as "a man in women's clothes." n my mind, i prescribe something not exactly th same but v similar to charlie.

i see charlie "i dont really identify" kelly as afab and nb. i see joyce as a "character" he originally created to distance himself from the dysphoria of putting on a dress as a young trans boy, but that became part of him as the hard lines he drew in the sand as a child became blurry with age and self acceptance. charlie's comfort with himself allows joyce to evolve into a more solid persona, one he enjoys embodying and allowing to become a permanent facet of who he is. he's ok with being referred to as either. they're both him.

so maybe joyce comes out a bit more outside of the bathroom now.

#ask #pariskim #charlie kelly #joyce kelly #ramblings #i hav lots of thoughts nd feelings nd smday ill draw out charlie's whole timeline th way iv ben meaning to #th same way charlie holds th gang togethr charlie holds my whole viewpoint of iasip togethr #i gave myself a headache writing this post i spent more time xplaining my years of tboy charlie thinking than joyce im sry lmao #but i do lov her

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peterdarlingg · 1 year

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Bad Habits

warnings: none

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is still getting used to your habits.

A/n: surprise, I finally wrote something! It’s not the best and it’s a bit short andd it’s not edited so just a warning. Gif is by @peterrparkor But I hope you enjoy none the less and any feedback would be appreciated. 🩷

“What are you doing?”

Peter sat up on the couch brows furrowed, looking at you as you abruptly got up, stood there for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.

“I want eat brownies so I’m gonna make some.” You stated simply.

“Okay…” peter trailed off. You often did that sort of thing. You would be sitting down together and then an idea would pop into your mind and if you really wanted it you would go do it. He was still kinda getting used to you doing that.

It was 3 am and you woke up hungry. You decided you were craving a big mac. So you proceeded to get up, put on a jacket over your pajamas and left Peter a pillow to cuddle instead.

“Where the hell are you?” Peter sounded over the phone. He was pissed.

“I was hungry so I went to get a Big Mac.” You said nonchalantly, unaware of peter’s state.

Unbeknownst to you, peter woke up suddenly, not sensing you next to him while he was stirring in his sleep and didn’t find you there sleeping soundly as you were next him.

After looking for you all over the small apartment and not finding you, he started to panic. Frantically pulling at his hair and calling you after you didn’t answer like 2 times.

“What…now?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah.” You answered still oblivious to peter’s panicked state. “Well, why were you not answering your phone?” Peter pressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry pete, I have it on silent mode so I didn’t hear it.” You said feeling a bit guilty.

“Okay, when are you getting back? I miss you,” he pouted, starting to calm down knowing you were safe. “I’m already on my way back. I’ll be there in 5.”

When you walked through the door that night happy with your purchase and ready to devour the sandwich, peter was already waiting at the door and enveloped you in very, very tight hug. “Pete, can’t breathe.” You told him voice strained.

“Sorry, sorry.” He pulled away and gave you a passionate kiss that left you dizzy.

You looked at him, he looked tired and his hair disheveled you fussed from running his hand through it too many times, and suddenly you felt really guilty.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I promise to tell you what I’m doing next time. I just- before I moved in with you- before we were together, I’d just- I was alone…and I was just running on autopilot just doing whatever came to mind. I guess I’m still getting used to not being alone…” you trailed off.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He hugged you and kissed your temple. “We’re okay, I was just worried about you, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh.” “No, you didn’t I’m sorry. I promise from now on I’ll never leave without telling you, it’s just a habit, a bad one at that.”

Peter cuddled you extra harder after you ate and went to sleep that night.

That was the first time Peter experienced this habit of yours.

“You know…” peter trailed as he walked over to you. “Spider-man can just swing to get you some brownies and be back in like 5 minutes.” He said cockily. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling getting out the ingredients.

“It’s better from scratch.” You said smiling.

“Fine, I’ll indulge,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“There’s no difference though,” he said under his breath. But you heard him. “Peter!” You looked at him angrily but the look in your eyes informed peter that you were just joking around. “I’m sorry, I’ll help, how do I help?”

You started telling Peter what to do. He mixed the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ingredients and in 10 minutes the brownie batter was ready for the oven that you had preheated.

“I’m actually really excited, I’ve never baked anything before.” Peter said giddily as he sat down on the couch with you to continue watching the movie that was playing.

“Really? Never?” You asked him. “Yeah, I’ve never had the chance to I guess,” he looked a bit embarrassed, and suddenly you were reminded of Peter’s life and how hard he had it. You made it your mission to always make him happy because he deserved nothing else but. Your timer went off for the brownies and you shot up from the couch. “Yay, they’re ready!”

“Oh my goodness these taste amazing,” peter moaned as he tasted the delicious goodness of the fudgy brownies that you made together. “You were right.” Peter told you sheepishly.

“Right about what?” You asked mouthful of brownies.

“Brownies from scratch are better.” He said smiling eyes crinkling.

You smiled at him adoringly and you both continued to eat your baked goodie together, sitting in comfortable silence.

#tom holland #peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker fluff #Peter Parker angst #Tom!peter parker #tasm!peterparker #my writing

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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single mom bau reader with hotch? reader has a little girl who love love LOVES jack and he’s just like “woo hoo i have :))) a little sister :))))” whenever they have dinner at rossi’s, aaron just stares and the two of them playing so fondly with the reader, tackling her in the glass n stuff and the rest of the team are looking on in disbelief at how oblivious the reader is..

anon this was so cute :(( i looooove single parent!reader with hotch!!

"Sophie," You croon through a giggle, brushing grass out of the little girl's hair, "'Be careful what you wish for!"

Jack comes racing over, hands still sticky with grass stains from where he'd participated in a Sophie-led grass fight, and you made a mental note not to tell Rossi that his perfect lawn is now a little uneven.

The young boy spots a sprig still tucked into one of Sophie's ponytails, his fingers curling around it clumsily, "Missed a spot, Miss Y/N."

"Thanks for gettin' it, buddy." You smile fondly at Jack who puffs with pride at your praise, "Say thank you, Sophie."

"Thank you!" She beams happily at Jack who returns the toothy expression, and he leans in to whisper something rather loudly in her ear.

All you hear is 'attack' and 'mommy' before you're taking off in a sprint, the little ones chasing after you with much smaller strides. You see Aaron sitting on the deck, drink in hand, and make a beeline for him, not bothering to evaluate why he'd already been looking at you before you'd run over.

Safety in mind, you duck behind him, your hands on his shoulders as you peer goofily over his shoulder. The kids stop dead in their tracks, not wanting to throw handfuls of messy grass at Aaron, and he raises an amused eyebrow at them.

"They're tryin' t'get me," You huff, breathing heavier from your sprint, "Your son is a grass killer."

"We'll have to take him in," Aaron hums thoughtfully, looking at the beheaded greenery in his son's hand, "Do you have handcuffs that'll fit him?"

"We'll use rubber bands." You reassure him, your face hovering beside his own as you straighten from behind him, "We're gonna throw you in jail, Jack!"

The boy knows you're joking, even giggles slightly, but Sophie doesn't seem to. Her tiny brow furrows, and big crocodile tears wet her eyes, "No! Mommy, don't!"

"Oh," You croon, reaching for the little girl to wipe her tears, "We're just teasing, bug. We won't really lock him up."

"No," Aaron shakes his head, setting his drink down to lean towards her with a soft smile, "Don't worry. He couldn't stay in jail for very long anyways, he has a soccer game tomorrow night."

"A soccer game that we'll be attending," You shake Sophie gently by the hips, jostling her around to get her out of her funk and excited to go, "Right Soph?"

"Yes!" She cheers, fear long forgotten as she jumps up, "'Gonna bring my quarters, 'cause I need three for a popsicle."

"What kind are you going to get?" Aaron inquires, leaning back in his chair now that the crisis has been averted, "Cherry?"

"Mhm!" She nods vigorously, ponytails bouncing, "How'd you know?"

"That's my favorite, too!" Jack answers her question, perhaps unknowingly, a smile on his face, "Can I get one too, dad?"

"Maybe," Aaron sighs dramatically, "But I don't think I can afford three quarters right now. Maybe Sophie has some for you?"

She doesn't grasp that he's joking, and her eyes light up, "Yeah! I've got ten, Mommy says that's a lot."

"That is a lot." Aaron nods, shooting a smile at you, "You'll have a house in no time, Sophie."

"Can I live there, too?" Jack asks, and Sophie nods eagerly.

"Yeah! We could have sleepovers every night." She grins, reaching for your hand, "'N my mommy can make us mac and cheese!"

"My dad makes real' good mac and cheese too," Jack boasts, "We can all live there together!"

You glance at Aaron, amusement twisting your face into a smirk, but he's already looking at you. Something fond twinkles in his eyes and it catches you off guard, but it's so beautiful you don't have time to evaluate why it's there. You just return the soft smile that he sends your way, turning back to your kids.

"Well that sounds like a fantastic plan," You crouch beside them, setting a hand on each of their shoulders, "Why don't you go draw the house you want? I think your Uncle Rossi left some crayons over there."

"C'mon, Jack!" Sophie's off like a rocket, sprinting through the yard to the designated kid's table, dragging the older boy behind her, "We gotta make plans!"

You watch them go with a fond smile, then plop down unceremoniously into the seat beside Aaron. He's watching them too, eyes growing darker with concern when Sophie nearly topples in her chair, but soft with adoration as Jack helps right her.

"Do you think we, like, get any of the mac and cheese?" You ponder, breaking the serene silence between you two.

"We'll have to make extra when they're sleeping." Aaron decides, "Kraft?"

"Only if the noodles are princess shaped." You insist, eyes intense as you narrow them at Aaron, "None of that star wars bullshit."

"R2-D2 tastes better than Belle." He waves you off with a scoff, "Don't be ridiculous."

"He does not," You shriek, "Take that back!"

"I will not." Aaron grumbles stubbornly, swirling the ice in his drink, "You're wrong."

"This is not going to work out." You sigh forlornly at your daughter, mourning the loss of the house she's scribbling out with Jack, "Who's gonna tell them they have to make their own?"

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

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cr--books · 10 months

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What are we Natasha

Hurt/comfort : being used, jealousy, swearing, only being used for sex, G!p natasha, clingy yelena...idk wha else

Natasha and me had been sleeping together for a while, yeah that's all sleeping together, she'd cum and then get dressed and leave, if she was mad she'd fuck me and then leave for a day or two

I was getting tired of it, I was not a fucking toy so I started ignoring her, if she came into a room I got up and left, if she tried to come to my room I'd have Jarvis tell her i was out

"Hey, дорогой" Yelena wrapped her arms around me as I cooked eggs

"Hey beautiful" I kissed her cheek, Yelena was only affectionate with me and Kate, when she gets comfortable god damn

We were in a meeting and Yelena was growing tired so she picked me up and put me on her lap, oblivious to Natasha being held back by clint everytime she touched me

It had been almost a week since I started ignoring Natasha, I spent most of my time with Yelena she taught me how to make perfect mac and cheese

Nat's POV:

Y/n had been ignoring me for a fucking week, she had spent every waking moment with my fucking sister shes probably fucking her the slag

Its not as if I give a fuck about her I just dont think my sister wants my seconds, me and y/n had been friends with benefits for a while before she just stopped talking to me, which hurt a lot I loved her and she dropped me for my sister

No fuck that I'm done with her not talking to me, I gave her enough space I want to know why she isnt talking to me anymore

"Goodnight lena" y/n whispered giggling as she left my sisters room before she walked to the elevator her floor being the same as mine just above yelenas

I was hiding in the elevator where she couldnt see me, she was wearing booty shorts and a black tshirt her hair was up in a pony tail with her bangs out

Once she walked in the elevator I grasped her waist before she could walk out, I pushed her against the wall pressing floor 9

"Why are you ignoring me, detka" she squirmed in my grasp

"Because I am not a toy for you to play with when your lonely or horny I am not an object for you to take your anger out and leave me to clean myself, when have you ever gave me after care natalia, WHEN" She screamed tears coming out of her eyes, she brought a hand to wipe her tears

"Fuck" I leaned on her shoulder, wrapping my arms around her bringing her into a hug, "detka I'm sorry I'm so sorry I just thought, fuck, that you were okay I didnt even think about how you'd feel, I baby I'm sorry please give me another chance I csnt stand to be without you, I fell inlove with you it hurts watching you with Yelena" I pressed small kisses to her neck and shoulder

" shes my friend natty" she whispered back, "she's really funny and actually is nice to me instead of using my body, the only compliment you ever gave me was, "fuck I love how tight you are" that's all" she whimpered

"I'm sorry baby, you just make me feel so good and I dont know how to Express myself" I kissed her forehead, "come on let's cuddle okay" she nodded and I picked her up carrying her to my room

"Dont worry baby girl, I'll make it up to you"

Part 2

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x you #marvel #masterlist #smut #natasha x y/n #natasha natasha romanoff smut

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w-wolfhard · 2 years

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THE OTHER WOMAN by lana del rey.

mike wheeler x f!reader

warning(s) ; strong language & angst

a/n ; this is rlly shitty im super sorry. it's 4am and i've gotten like zero sleep so pls let this slide. i've been having huge brainrot for the past hour sooooo ya lol

pt. 2 here

y/n l/n, aka mike wheeler's best friend, ever since kindergarten.

you'd both had feelings for each other, but never told each other. you were both oblivious to the other's feelings, so no relationship ever sparked. neither of you told each other, because you were both scared of the friendship messing up, or the other would hate the other.

you two were technically attatched at the hip, being nearly impossible to separate. wherever you went, he tagged along. wherever he went, you came too. you were the definition of inseparable.

that was until eleven came.

that one rainy night, you, mike, lucas, and dustin, were out looking for will in the woods, only to run into a girl with a buzz cut.

ever since that night, your bond technically broke. he's been spending a shit ton of time with her, barely spending any time with you. whenever you did spend time together, eleven tagged along. and so while they were doing their cute shit, you were on mike's opposite side, awkwardly standing there.

you didn't hate el at all. you were just a bit upset that your bestfriend was choosing some girl he just met in the woods, over his bestfriend that he's known for– heaven knows how many years? but you didn't tell him, lucas or dustin about being upset. you continued hanging with them throughout the years.

when eleven went missing, you were there to comfort mike. you were there to tell him that she was safe. that she was okay. that he had nothing to worry about. when she were gone, max got added to the party. you were pretty glad about it. you and el weren't the only girls anymore. plus, she was super cool. but her and mike didn't get along.

the fact that she got "added" to the party without his permission, was only one of the problems. one of the bigger problems was that he thought that max was hogging you. which she wasn't.

your friendship with mike was nearly fixed. but of course, el came back.

not that you had a problem with her! you thought el was super cool. with her powers and all. you weren't shocked mike loved her.

you would hang out with them often. most of the time you'd be sitting on the floor, while her and mike made out on the bed. you were all hanging out at your place, in the guess room.

"heyyyy," you chirped, while the couple continued making out, paying no attention to you. "think we could play some cyndi lauper? or madonna? tears for fears? the smiths? fleetwood mac?" you looked up at the couple, who were basically eating each other's faces off, ignoring you completely. you let out a sigh, as you got up from your seat. you walked to your door, but a voice stopped you.

"where are you going, y/n?" mike asked.

you looked back, and saw that mike has his hands cupped on eleven's face, while they both looked at you.

"no where. just continue eating each other's faces." you quietly scoffed, before exiting your room. you went outside to your front porch, your elbows rested against the fense, while the rest of your arms were dangling off the fense. you stared at the night stars, the moon, the very faint clouds which weren't very visible, and the sky. how they all just looked gorgeous.

it was quiet and peaceful. until you heard the door behind you open then close. "hey."

you heard a familiar voice behind you. you heard him approach you, standing by your side.

"hi." you said back, not bothering to look at the boy. you didn't want him there with you, because you just wanted to yell at him.

it was silent. both of you weren't talking. you tried to hard to keep your gaze and thoughts on the night sky, but it was hard while the boy you were upset with was right next to you.

all of a sudden, you felt your eyes watering.

why the fuck are my eyes watering? am i about to fucking cry? why am i even crying? shitshitshit.

you tried holding back your tears. your vision becoming blurry from all the held back tears and sniffles, as you felt your nose get stuffy. you felt a thick teardrop run down your cheek, lessening the blurryness in your eyes. you sniffled, due to your nose being to stuffy.

mike glanced at you. his blank expression, turning into a concerned one, once he saw your glassy eyes. "holy shit, y/n. what's wrong?"

"nothing, mike." you mumbled, not facing him.

"nono, something is definitely wrong. don't hit me with that 'nothing's wrong, stop asking' bullshit, because i'm not letting you be stubborn. you don't cry often, so for you to cry, i want to help." he stated.

you didn't answer, but continued crying. you wanted to stop crying, yet the tears wouldn't stop. you felt like you were going mad.

"mike?" you sniffled again, aggressively wiping the tears off your face. he hummed in response, the same concerned look plastered on his face. "you wanna know what's wrong?"

he nodded in response.

"well, what's fucking wrong is that i think i'm in love with you. and i have been since i was 9 years old. i fucking hate it so much. 'cause ever since el, you've treated me like utter shit. everytime i asked to hang out you always bring el." you spat. he opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before he could say anything. "and before you say any pathetic bullshit about how i hate el or something, don't even say it. because matter of fact, i don't hate her. i admire her. she stole your heart, and nothing can change that. and you. don't even try anything. don't fucking kiss me, don't hug me, and don't tell me about any feelings you had or have for me. because none of it would matter at all. wanna know why? it's because, you have a lovely girlfriend who loves you. so don't go breaking her heart like you did to me. 'kay?"

he didn't know how to reply. he was stunned. it's like his words were stuck in his throat. he wanted to say something but he couldn't even open his mouth.

"i'm gonna go back inside. bye michael." you sighed, opening the door to go back inside.

you went to your room, and layed on your bed like a starfish. you flipped over, grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. "fuck i hate this stupid bullshit so much!" it came out muffled, as your face was burried into your pillow.

you sobbed into your pillow, muffling your soft sobs.

oh, how you wished you weren't the other woman.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler angst #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #stranger things #w-wolfhard #༄┊𝐬𝐞𝐛'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

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wolfcamellias · 2 years

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thinking about your fem swk….thinking about mac just utterly in love with swk. whether she’s all dressed up n fancy or just rolled out of bed and is a total mess. mac just being like god i love my wife. bonus points if shes just oblivious to the fact despite being the great monkey king

No cause she’ll literally be asleep doing absolutely nothing just sleeping and Macaque will glance at her every now and then debating whether he’s the luckiest demon in the fucking universe or if her standards are just low because what the fuck and what the fuck she likes him??

And she’ll wake up and blink up at him sleepily and he’ll inhale and go fuck me ig she’s the only person for me ever and she’ll go tf back to sleep because it’s too early to try and understand Macaque’s intense glaring rn

Yeah

#fem swk hits different and idk how to explain it other than its not genderbend it’s swk being himself just bodily different #the fact that he only shapeshifts so be can match how he feels and even then he doesnt always shapeshifts when he uses she/her and stays #lookin a little masc bc its that type of day yknow and macaque suffers bc bi crisis #but yeah #ask #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #qpr shadowpeach

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jplupine · 1 month

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Joke summaries for the Leila series;

[1] Leila of the Requiem: Local small town woman nearly gets turned into a Xenomorph incubator, raids a gun shop to survive and fucks an alien in a lake- More at 11.

[2] Leila of the Predators: Murderer for hire gets dropped on a game preserve planet, makes a deal with an alien to escape planet but won't stop making stupid space pick-up lines; somehow still fucks the alien.

[3] Leila of the Concrete Jungle: A hopeful Yautja returns to Earth to court a woman he fought alongside years ago, she's oblivious 'cause he used her as live bait during that time- that's beside the point- still manages to smash. There's a jealous rivalry with her cat.

[4] Leila of the Rogue: Ex-military gets hired by the government as a weapon's expert in a top secret facility, nearly kills herself making a prosthetic arm from stolen Yautja tech, survives, gets stolen herself by a Yautja on the lamb. The Yautja now must struggle to keep her alive since she keeps eating strange alien foods that may or may not be safe for human consumption. "What's in your mouth?" *runs* "WHAT'S IN YOUR MOUTH?!" Somehow still fuck.

[5] Leila of the Woods: Hermit woman trying to mind her business gets dragged into the woods by a weird-looking dog to find a big ass alien dying in a pond, decides to nurse them back to health with mac 'n' cheese and lets them sleep in the shed. Alien can't not fuck the woman who saved their ass???? Ignore the near 6 foot height difference, they make it work.

[6] Leila of the Prey: tba

#When Wolf Speaks #Leila of the....#predator #yautja #exophilia #monster romance #meme #I love how chaotic this makes Leila sound and it's not even necessarily wrong #She's just Like That™

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wannaseewhatshangin · 8 months

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OMGGG hey tysm💕💕 I absolutely loved the James fic !:) and I’m glad you enjoyed the idea <33333 Okok I have another idea for you hope it’s not too lame!!

Basically rusty James and reader have known each other for quite some time, they met through mutual friend and since then he’s been head over heels for her, but she’s too oblivious to his flirtatious antics. To his dismay though she’s been asked out by some random guy on a date where she either was stood up for or maybe he was being such a prick to her that in both ways she storms out wherever they were. On her way back home she comes across James, who sees her all messed up, frustrated and in tears obviously confused and concerned. And in the end he makes it up for her by taking her on short cute date (of your opinion) and later on probably finds the guy who did all the damage and beats him up lololol

Of course bby! (I LOVE YOUR REQUESTS FR also i'm not putting a date scene for rusty in this because I'm bad at good dates and not ending them like I'm the most traumatized person ever.)

﹛♛﹜But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

You walked over to the lunch table, setting your bag down next to Rusty's.

"Oh hey Y/n. What's up?" One of his friends asked you, patting your back. To which you just smiled and said "Nothin much"

Rusty looked at you quietly before returning back to his lunch.

"Oh Rusty guess what. I got asked out yesterday." You smiled brightly, very proud of your accomplishment.

He nearly choked on his food as he looked at you.

"You serious, man? Who? You finally found someone other than me? The man of your dreams?" He said, pretending he didn't believe you as a joke. Only deep down he didn't feel so good. He felt sick and wanted to lay on the floor until the ground swallowed him whole.

"Mac westen" You said with a smug smile, sitting on top of the table.

He felt as if someone grabbed his heart and threw it on the floor right next to him.

"Oh. That's cool I guess. Congrats." He said, not really delivering good energy, which you just brushed off.

Rusty walked you home like he always did, only this time he wasn't talking with a boastful voice. In fact, he barely even spoke.

You gave him a hug, like normal as your arrived at your house. Rusty wanted to cry knowing that he would have to share these hugs with someone else.

"Whats wrong, Rusty?" You asked sweetly as he hugged tighter.

"Nothin'. Just givin' you a good luck hug." He lied right through his teeth. But you didn't have to know that.

You smiled before walking into your house, immediately getting ready for your date. Rusty walked to his house, thinking "When did I let her slip through my fingers?" and "Why can't it be me?" but he knew the answers to both questions. He supposed that maybe he just wasn't your kinda guy and just wanted someone more stable. Or that maybe he could offer you way more than he ever could.

You slipped into a white slip dress and a pair of white heels that had little diamonds on them. You did your hair and makeup, wanting to look absolutely perfect.

Once you were done, you walked to the place where he said the two of you would meet. The diner.

You saw him in the last booth, sitting by himself as he looked at the menu. You walked his way and sat down in front of him, putting your purse on the right side of you. He smirked slightly and took in your figure. You blushed and looked down.

"So uh. What are we doin' tonight?" You spoke quietly.

He rubbed his hand on your thigh. You weren't that phased because Rusty did that all the time when he was nervous or angry. But you were quite uncomfortable for it to be someone else touching you but you pushed the thoughts away and looked at him with a smile.

"Well I was planning on eating and then I can take you back to my place." He spoke as his hand rested on your knee.

You looked at your menu, feeling like he was staring holes into your body.

"Yeah I suppose that I am a bit hungry." You said, ignoring his last suggestion about taking you back to his place. You were honestly scared of what his intentions were.

He nodded before a waitress came up to take your order.

"Hello Darlings what would you like?" Her voice instantly made you smile brightly.

He stared at her figure longer than he had yours, and you were relieved. But you felt sorry for her as well, seeing her uncomfortable expression.

"Um. I would like the steak, Ma'am." You said, trying to distract her from him so she wasn't so uncomfortable anymore.

She nodded, writing your order down, looking at him for his order.

She took his order after a few attempts of him trying to touch her and swoon her with his words.

You almost felt like getting up and going home. This was your first date ever and it was going horrible.

He gripped your thigh under the table, surely leaving nail marks. You winced slightly.

"Ow. What the hell?" You exclaimed, kicking your feet.

His hand only went higher and higher, headed under your dress before you push him away and getting up hurriedly,

"Look. Uh, I don't think this is gonna work. You are being a major asshole. And I don't like the way you are touching me. You are hitting on the waitress and trying to slip your hand up my dress. And I'm sure you left a mark on my leg- yep there it is." You said crying, pointing to it.

He rolled his eyes, throwing his menu at you.

"Yeah whatever bitch. I was only trying to get you in bed anyway." He said walking out the door without paying for his food.

You sobbed at the table, leaving a tip for the waitress and also for the food.

You took your heels off and walked out the door. You had mascara stains running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe you didn't see the signs. You just wished you would've picked the right person.

You cried all the way to the bar, sitting outsid

Your thoughts were cut off by someone running into your foot, you said sorry before looking up and meeting with familiar brown eyes.

"Hey doll. You alright?" He asked, wiping your tears as he looked at you in a panic manner.

It was Rusty. You didn't wanna see him. Not saying that you didn't wanna be around him or anything. But not now. You knew he would throw a fit.

He sat down next to you, rubbing your thigh gently, making you pull away.

And it was weird to him because he was used to doing this to calm not only him but it calmed you down as well.

"Doll did he try to touch you or somethin'? He said angrily, before seeing the marks on your thigh.

He stood up, his hand covering his mouth as he tried to keep his cool.

He muttered under his breath about "Killing that bastard." and "Messin' with my girl."

"Rusty it's okay. It just didn't end well and it's fin-"

He didn't even let you finish before kicking something, the tin can rolling onto the parking lot.

"Look doll. You uh, don't need that jerk and you know what? I'm gonna take you out, okay?" He said, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

You looked at him confused before laughing.

"Rusty James, you know that dates are for people that are in love- or somethin' like that I guess."

Mac definitely didn't feel that way towards you and you regretted even giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Yeah, I know doll. That..That's what I'm trying to say I guess. And uh, it's fine if you don't want to, we can just go out for a coke just as good old friends." He smiled nervously.

He seemed tuff on the outside but on the inside he was burning up and felt like he was waiting for forever to hear your answer.

"No no. I like that first one, Rusty." You said as you smiled back at him.

"I love you doll." He said before kissing your cheek, pulling out off of the bench and walked down the street with an arm over your shoulder.

(I HOPE YOU LIKE IT LOVEEEE <3 I love when you send in requests it makes my days so much better

#rumble fish #rusty james x reader #rusty james #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader

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lokisninerealms · 2 years

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You Got A Little Something

Summary: It’s the Asgardian brothers first time trying the ever-so-famous, McDonald’s. And of course, the God of Mischief always has a few teasing tricks up his sleeve.

Paring: Loki x F!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive content, Loki being a little shit

A/N: all the mcdonalds pics and this is what my brain came up with, thanks @lokisgoodgirl for always supporting my wild ideas <3

taglist: @lokiprompts @vbecker10 @michelleleewise @wheredafandomat (just a couple people i thought might be interested)

MASTERLIST

“Does anybody in this damn tower ever go food shopping?” Bucky yelled, his head peeking over to look towards the couch of Avengers.

A series of ‘no’s’ and ‘why don’t you go do it’ erupting from the large wrap-around sofa. Bucky huffed in annoyance, slamming the door shut before he plopped down next to you. You lazily browsed the channel selection, click after click on the remote, finding nothing.

A crowd of Earth’s mightiest heroes lingered in the living room. Natasha laid across from you, her feet propped up on Steve’s lap and her head on Wanda’s. While Bruce sat with his computer, typing away whatever project Stark coaxed him into doing. Sam and Loki were next to him, the Asgardian too preoccupied in his reading.

Feeling the Gods wandering eyes, every now and then he would look up towards your way. Catching his blue-green ones on you, hardly missing the smile that crept on his face. You relished in the attention he gave you but still found yourself yearning for him to finally make his move. Disheartened by the idea of him never returning your feelings. You focused your attention back to the screen.

Totally oblivious to how long you had zoned out until you heard commotion from behind you. Bucky shooting up from his spot next to you. His shouts filling the room.

“You fucking idiot, those are my chips,” Bucky shouted.

“I don’t happen to see your name on them, tin man,” The muffled voice of the other Asgardian munching.

Stifling a laugh, you turned your head watching as the Winter Soldier and God of Thunder got into it. Face to face arguing over a bag of potato chips. Thor’s fist close to plummeting Bucky’s face until Tony’s voice boasted.

“Hey hey woooaah, relax Thunder Pants, I come bearing burgers and fries,” tossing a couple brown McDonald’s takeout bags on the counter. Sam and Clint following shortly behind him with two more.

Standing up, you rushed over feeling your stomach grumble. Everyone crowding around as they dug into the take out bag, Nat tossing a burger your way. The younger Asgardian gently moving around you, a hand on your waist. Sending a wink your way while blush flushed your cheeks. Unwrapping the paper, the touch of oils and scents of freshly cooked meat filling your nose.

“What’s a…..Mac…McDonalds?” Thor asked, scrunching his eyes as he tried to read the paper bag.

“Only the best burger joint in existence,” Steve replied, humming as he took a bite out of his own burger.

A couple heads from the group nodding in agreement, Thor speaking up again. “This…this is good! Brother!”

Loki’s eyes moving from watching you to his oaf of a brother, rolling his eyes. Thor stuffing his face with the cooked patty covered in a bun, lettuce, tomatoes and other condiments. “What do you think? Asgard should grant having one of these….MacDonalds!“

“I’m not overly fond but it’s decently cooked ,” Loki shrugged. Taking another bite that you couldn’t help but watch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed.

Your eyes meeting Loki’s suggestive smirk as he caught you staring at him. Scrutinizing his wet tongue that dart out to wrap around his lips, collecting a few crumbs and drops of ketchup that had fallen.

Unaware that you had dribbled some of your own ketchup, the God stalking his way towards you. Before he stood awfully close to you, peering down as he took his thumb. Slowly running it across your lip to the little side of your cheek.

“You got a little something,” Loki teased.

Pushing his thumb to open your mouth, lips wrapping around them while you slowly sucked. Tomato on your taste buds. Lokis eyes never leaving yours.

Turning away from the very hot moment you shared. Red blush making its way to your cheeks again, flustered by his bold movements. You quickly moved to stand by Stark, who talked Bruce’s and Clint’s ears off with his latest project.

“After we’re done, do you want to meet in the training room for a quick session? Wan is coming too,” Nat asked, her hand on your shoulder. Leaning your hand on the counter for support.

“Yea, I’ll just meet you gu-“

“Shit…..Sorry little one, didn’t see you standing there.”

Cool liquid from the ketchup spilled on your breasts. The black tank you wore pushing them up slightly, alluding to a bigger cup size. You glared up at Loki, his blue-green ones glinted in mischief as he held the tiny packet in hand.

“I swear it’s always something new in this tower,” Bucky mumbled.

Everyone’s eyes suddenly on you both, Loki exchanging the packet for a fry. Gently dipping it on your ketchup covered chest, popping it into his mouth.

“Mmmm….delicious, have you tried these dear? They taste absolutely scrumptious,” Loki hummed.

His lips lowering to whisper in your ear, “Just like how I imagine you taste except…..sweeter.”

You clenched your thighs together, eyes almost bulging out of your eye socket. A small pool of arousal starting to sink it’s way between. Head turning to look up at the God, still oblivious to the various looks sent your way.

A cough startling you, Natasha interrupting any further thoughts, “I’m going to head to the training room now.”

Everyone giving you both one last look, Loki’s cologne lingering in your senses. Moving to make your own way towards the training room, his cool fingers stopping you.

“Meet me in my room when you’re done.” His breathed in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

Your eyes meeting his one last time before he grabbed another fry, dipping it in between the curve of your breasts. His finger also slipping in the process to swipe against the flesh collecting the remaining sauce.

Sticking his finger into his mouth, sucking the tomato off before making a pop sound. Giving you one last wink.

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wildemaven · 2 years

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I Wanna Remember

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: M

Content Warning: Allusion to spicy time, language, mostly two idiots in love

A/N: I wrote this last year, right before finding out I was pregnant. So naturally it just sat in my drafts for the past year. It was intended to me more angsty and two parts— but I revised it and went in a different direction with how I originally planned for it to end and I like it better this way. I’m so nervous to put this out into the universe, so please be gentle with me.

Also, thank you thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for beta reading this for me last year! She’s such a gem!

The title is based off the song I Wanna Remember by NEEDTOBREATHE

Masterlist

You’re late. Sitting in the back of this musty cab, your phone buzzes. It’s probably one of the guys wondering if you’ve left yet. Pulling your phone from your purse you see a text notification from Benny light up your screen.

-You on your way yet??-

-Yeah, I should be there in like 10 minutes. Got a late start but I’ll be there shortly-

You breathe out a heavy sigh, head falling back on the head rest, eyes closing if only for a brief moment. You turn your gaze out the window to see the houses and trees that lined the streets blur together as the car made its way across town, a drive you knew by heart and took regularly, the route to Will’s house. Lost in thought, your brain feeling like it’s going a million miles a minute, going over every detail making sure you weren’t forgetting anything important.

Tomorrow you would be driving across few states to the place you previously called home—California, to the house you grew up in. A place you hadn’t been back to since moving 4 years ago after taking a freelance job on a whim. And now you were making the trek back. Your mom oblivious to the fact you were just wanting to grab the rest of your things at your parent’s home and your storage unit you were tired of paying for, selling off anything too big to bring back. She was never fond of you moving away, especially states away and she still holds resentment towards you for it. But you are a capable adult, who is capable of making your own adult decisions.

Another sigh escapes.

If you hadn’t moved here when you did and by chance stopped into that dive bar across town on your first evening in, where after a few beers you were in a heated match of pool with 4 ex-Special Force members, you probably wouldn’t even be heading to this BBQ at this very moment. Some would call that fate.

The car came to a stop and pulled you from your reflection. Grabbing your things as you exited and thanking the driver, you made your way up the drive way. Will’s home had become a sort of hang-out hub for you all. It was decent in size and had a pool, so it only made sense to migrate to his place on summer nights when bars and fight nights weren’t on the schedule.

You could already hear the music booming from the front as you rounded the side of the house. Benny must have been in charge of the playlist because it was definitely a familiar 90s tune blaring for the entire block to hear, Third Eye Blind if you were to take a guess. Which also meant that Frankie must have lost a bet since he had some unwritten rule about whoever was cooking was choosing the music and since he was always in charge, it was repeatedly his playlist of Queen, Prince, Fleetwood Mac roaring through the speakers. Frankie had dubbed himself the backyard chef too on his own accord, which could have been purely a control thing or it was because there was a point and time when Will burnt an entire package of hotdogs—how that was even possible is still beyond anyone’s comprehension.

You pushed through the side gate to find everyone already in full cookout mode. Table filled with an array of finger foods and coolers overflowing with what looked like favorite beers and waters. You were going to miss this sight while you were away. Your favorite people all together. A rare occurrence with Santi all over the world for his line of work, Will traveling for his speaking engagements and Benny doing his MMA fighting, he was either in the gym or prepping for an upcoming fight. Frankie ran his own business in town so he was always around and up for hanging out even if it was just the two of you eating take out on his couch binge watching some show you’d both seen a hundred times already.

“Look who finally decided to show! We were getting worried that you might have found a better looking group of friends to hang with.” Santi hollered making his way over to you, pulling you in for a hug and grabbing the case of beer you had brought. A better looking group of friends than what was on display before you??- Doubtful!

“You know, I had asked them to hang out, but they were all busy. So here I am with you idiots instead.” Sarcastic banter was what had sold the guys, you could keep up with their remarks without skipping a beat.

“Ouch! That was a low blow, even for you.” Will dramatically clutching his chest before wrapping you in his arms for a quick squeeze.

“I only kid. Can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. Plus, after the long drive a head of me, I need a kick back evening, even if it’s with you fellows.” You quipped shooting him a wink.

“We’re gonna miss you. Several weeks is going to be a long time without our girl here to keep us in check.” Will said hip checking you as he made his way over to the outside bar. “Also, I got all the ingredients for that drink I was telling you about. You want one??”

“Yeah! You’ve been talking it up so much, I guess I have to try it now.”

Since Will was no longer allowed with in a 10-foot radius of the grill, he took it upon himself to come up with specialty drinks each time you all got together. The other guys were generally beer drinkers, unless shots were being poured, so you were usually his go-to taste tester. And you had a great poker face, so even if tasted like pure gasoline, you drank with a smile because the thought of crushing Will’s ego was the last thing you’d ever want.

As you waited for your drink, you gave a once over to the man standing at the grill. Hoping it wasn’t too obvious taking in every bit of Frankie, as if to take a current snapshot for your memory bank to hold you over while you were away. His brow pinched, especially when he was in deep thought or really focused on whatever task at hand, so it was not real surprise to see such a look of concentration while tending to the grill.

“Hey Sunny!” Frankie said snapping you out of your reverie. His head tilted to the side and that lopsided grin putting that damn cute dimple on display.

Sunshine, or Sunny for short, the nickname the guys had granted you with early on when you joined the group. Seemed only fitting being from sunny California, Benny noting it being the “Sunshine State” proudly-- no one really wanting to break his heart and correct him that it was actually Florida. Regardless it stuck and you didn’t mind it.

“Hey Frankie. Thanks again for doing this, I know it was kind of a last minute thing but I really appreciate it.” You said almost nervously making your way towards him with a death grip on your drink. Thankfully the condensation on the cup masking how sweaty your palms were. Were you always this nervous around him? Get it together!

“It’s no problem at all.”

Giving a kiss to your cheek, as your hand came up to rest on his shoulder as you leaned in to him. His soft brown curls on full display sans that well-worn hat of his, brushing against your nose. He smelt of cedar and sandalwood, a scent that had become your favorite. You noticed he had trimmed down his signature patchy beard too, leaving just a touch of hair on his chin and well-groomed mustache—cheekbones on full display.

Fuck he’s gorgeous.

He pulled away still grinning. Your eyes locked with his for a brief moment and you felt as though time stood still. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but this embrace felt different and you didn’t want it to end.

“So, have you let your mom know yet that you’re coming?”

“Not yet. I’ll either call her when I am half way there or just show up and ‘SURPRISE’”

You had shared with Frankie over the years how your relationship with your mother was a strained one. He never judged you or made you feel any sort of guilt, something your mom already did a good deal of whenever you did speak to her.

“It’s not too late. I can still come with, I could be some sort of buffer for you.”

“No Frankie, I’ll be fine. You have so much here that needs you, I couldn’t ask you to just drop everything just for me.” You were so taken aback by his offer, to drop everything in his life just so you didn’t have to be alone in dealing with your mother.

“You don’t have to ask. I- we would do anything for you Sunny.” They would and have, numerous times. But something about the way he stated it, made your stomach do flips.

“Well, I appreciate the offer Frankie. It means a lot knowing you all have my back. But I need to do this on my own and if anything happens, you’re just a phone call away.” Trying your best to stay calm and collected while internally screaming.

From across the way you didn’t notice but Santi had been observing you two while sipping from his beer-- not only in this exact moment, but since you had started hanging with them all those years ago, he was quick to pick up on all the subtle, or not so subtle, quirks you and Frankie shared. The constant inside jokes, spending more time alone together than with the other guys and the way you both could literally talk about anything for hours as if no one else was around. Santi figured you both would have quit this charade a while ago, coming to your senses and just admitting to each other the feelings that were clear as day to everyone else.

“I uh.. I better get back to this,” He said pointing at the sizzling steaks, “Don’t want another burnt food incident on our hands.” His eyebrows raise and head nodding in Will’s direction. You couldn’t help but cover your mouth to muffle your laugh.

“I can fucking hear you!” Will yelled from the makeshift bar “And they weren’t burnt…just slightly crispy.”

Shaking his head, Frankie let out a slight chuckle as he rolled his eyes turning back to the grill. You gave his muscular shoulder another slightly longer squeeze, your hand sliding down to his forearm as you turned to walk over to take a seat. Were you always this hands-on with him??

Francisco Morales, the epitome of everything you wanted not only in a friend, and so much more if you were being completely honest with yourself. He had such a presence about him, with how he carried himself. You’d constantly find yourself lost in his brown eyes while in deep conversation, wishing you could run your fingers through his hair. His hands looked skilled, so very skilled— all calloused and strong. And while he might have been a little more reserved than the others, you found it alluring. Like he saved the best parts of him for only those who he truly cared about.

Your most favorite thing about him was that he was such a good dad, a title he carries proudly. It made your heart swell seeing him with his daughter. He wore a permanent smile when she was around. She was his world and he made sure everyone knew it.

Frankie had a great co-parenting relationship with his ex and made sure to ask Jess if he could have her this weekend so she could see you before you left— knowing how sad she would be not seeing you while you were away. You were grateful she had agreed, Jess had always been kind to you and love the relationship you had with their daughter. You were surely going to miss that toothless grin and full head of gorgeous brown curls boppin’ around.

Mia was a bonus when it came to being friends with Frankie—a built-in bestie who was just shy of 5 years old and loved getting in some fun girl time with you when she was with Frankie. He loved when she painted his nails and did his locks up with colorful burettes, but he admired that you took the time to do these things with her too. Shopping trips where she would talk you into getting the latest Barbie accessory or a new color of slime you knew Frankie would never go for. Ice cream dates at that cute little shop where they always let her taste-test each flavor before settling on a scoop of vanilla with sprinkles every single time. If Frankie was working late, you would offer to grab her from school to make it easy on his schedule. Taking her to the park for a picnic and pushing her on the swings for what always seemed like hours. The car rides home were either silent and filled with soft snoring coming from the back seat or it was windows down, music up while you both sang along to whatever song she requested—being her father’s daughter it was naturally always a Stevie Nicks ballad. She was a ball of energy and constantly on the move but you always managed to keep up.

You’d always wanted kids of your own at some point in your life. At times you thought it might never happen, so getting the chance to be a small part of Mia’s life was something you cherished deeply.

As if on cue, she came running out the back door screaming, with Benny the ‘Tickle Monster’ right on her heels. “Sunny!! Save meeeee!!!” She screeched throwing herself into your lap and you snatched her up quickly wrapping your arms around as is if to create a safe shield over her as Benny came around wiggling his fingers ready to attack. “No Benny!” Her hand shooting up at him telling him to stop. “You can’t get me… Sunny is safe, so you can’t tickle me now!” She declared.

Benny played along with the dramatics and retreated with his hands up in the air. “Whelp, I guess the Tickle Monster has been defeated by the Sun again.” Giving you a wink as he grabbed a chair on the other side of the table.

“I gonna miss you Sunny.” She whispered laying her tiny head on your chest.

“I think I’m going to miss you more. But I will be back before you know it. And then we can go do something fun together, your choice!” You responded sweeping her hair out of her face and placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll try to find something special to bring back just for you too. But don’t tell the boys!”

She looked up at you, her expression gentle and appreciative. Shifting slightly she wrapper her small arms around your neck giving a peck to the tip of your nose. “Thank you Sunny!!” Both of you exchanging beaming grins.

Before you knew it, Mia was hopping off your lap skipping towards Frankie. From your seat at the table you had the perfect view of him, covertly staring from behind your sunglasses as you continued to enjoy your drink—which was actually really refreshing. His ice-cold beer in one hand and the other cupping the back of Mia’s head playing with her curls as she leaned into his leg while she munched on a juicy slice of watermelon. He was wearing a pair of snug jeans and a well-worn tee- not his usual attire but you definitely weren’t mad about it. Especially with how well the t-shirt emphasized his broad shoulders and those jeans fitting in all the right places.

It wasn’t long before your mind began to drift again, the alcohol aiding in your concocted thoughts about Frankie. Yearning for the fantasy you had conjured up of being with Frankie, wishing it into existence. Sitting in your backyard together every evening, his secure arms wrap around you and pulling you in so his handsome face could nestle into the crook of your neck, whispering how much he adored you while his fingers danced across your skin. The thought instantly giving you goosebumps, a warmth blossoming in your belly. Was that the alcohol’s doing or the rush of dopamine making you feel like you had the literal butterflies??

You gulped down the rest of your drink hoping to shake away any nervousness that was starting to build, when you overheard Mia asking Frankie if she could go for a swim.

“Please Papa! Please can I go swimming!!?” She was in full beg mode now “I already have my swimming suit on and everything!”

The look on his face read like he was trying to figure out how to let her down easy, seeing as he was still cooking and knowing he couldn’t fully watch her from where he was. Her beautiful eyes, that were so similar to his gleaming up at him, pleading with admiration without so much as speaking a single word. He knew he couldn’t say no.

Rising from your chair and making your way over to the two of them, you knelt down and scooped her up into your arms positioning her on your hip. “Let’s go my little M&M.” The nickname you had given her for obvious reasons. “If your Papa is ok with it, I’ll take you to the pool.” You both look in his direction waiting for an answer. Now met with two sets of beautiful pleading eyes, he was done for. He nodded and gave Mia a quick kiss on the forehead before you started making your way to the pool, not before turning your head back to Frankie giving him a wink while he mouthed ‘Thank you’.

Helping Mia get her arm floaties on and situated as she sat on the edge dangling her tiny legs into the cool water. You rid yourself of your outer layer of clothes revealing the new swimsuit you had picked up the other day, with the slightest prospect of a certain someone seeing you in it, today would be a perfect day to show it off especially with how great you felt wearing it.

A quick jump into the water to get yourself acclimated and ready. “Ok, your turn baby girl. Jump in!”

She stood up to her full height full of confidence ready to leap towards you.

“1…2…3—” Jumping as high as her little legs could take her, eyes glued shut as she flew through the air, nose pinched shut with one hand and the other arm reaching in the air. She made contact with the water, fully submersed then bobbing right back up almost instantly wearing the biggest grin. She would swim back to the steps and repeat it all over again, and again and again.

Back on the patio unbeknownst to you Santi was helping Frankie finishing up plating the food.

“Hermano, when are you going to ask her out?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. We all see it.” Motioning over to Will and Benny who were both nodding in agreement. “The way you look at her, it’s obvious you have feelings for Sunny.”

Heat traveled up Frankie’s neck. He wasn’t embarrassed, not one bit. He just didn’t think anyone had really noticed how much he had fallen for you over the years.

“I don’t know Pope. I don’t think she even likes me like that. We’re friends. Things get complicated when deeper feelings get involved. I don’t want to lose her if I mess something up. Mia would never forgive me.”

“Idiot,” Smacking him upside the head “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she feels equally the same about you as you do her. Plus, look how she is with Mia,” Pointing at the splashing and giggling coming from the pool. “She would stop the world for that little girl.”

Santi was right though, there was no denying the feelings he had for you, those all-consuming, can’t get you out of my head sort of feelings. But he would always get in his head whenever he got up the nerve to even get close to asking you out. Self-doubt setting in, questioning if you even would entertain the thought of dating him. After the split with Jess, he had put jumping back into the dating scene on the back burner wanting to focus on himself and Mia, he wanted to feel whole again before bringing a new person into his world. And he had gone on a multitude of dates, some welcoming a second or third date, but then each fizzling out and him finding himself broken again. Then he met you and he felt like he could breathe, his lungs filling to full capacity, no longer drowning in his negative thoughts, you brought him to the surface. You were driven, witty, selfless— he thought you were too good for him. Yet you somehow weaved your way into his heart, an indication that love was possible after so much loss and pain. Here you were investing your time with his daughter, his friends and him.

The night carried on as the sun set below the horizon, a soft glow emanating from the string lights strung from the house to a large tree, illuminating the backyard just enough to make out faces draped in shadows. Mia had been whisked away by Frankie’s mom at some point, leaving the rest of you to carry on. Music mixed with the heavy chirping of crickets, a true summer time chorus.

A few games of poker turned into round after round of friendly roasting, exchanging stories of memorable one-night stands and their service stories followed by impromptu karaoke battles— mostly between you and Benny, always trying to prove who was more proficient with their knowledge of boy band melodies, and surprisingly Benny always gave you a run for your money.

As it approached midnight, yawns were being exchanged left and right. You did your duties of helping gather trash and bringing food into the kitchen. Making your rounds to say your goodbyes, wrapping each of the guys in a decent hug as they wished you safe travels and reminded you to text them along the way to let them know you were safe.

The street was all but quiet now and the spot where you stood was lit by the overhead street lamp, the soft glow giving light to the dark street. You pulled your phone out as you stood on the sidewalk in front of Will’s house, searching for the app to request a ride back home.

A cool breeze blew through, washing over your previously summer dampened skin sending a chill all over you. Drawn back to your phone ready to finalize your ride request, a familiar voice calls out behind you.

“You need a ride?” You turn to see Frankie strolling up to where you stood, hands in pocket eyes cast directly at you, that smile that you love so much on full display. Your body suddenly buzzing with adrenaline as he came toe to toe with you.

“You sure you’re okay to drive?”

“Yeah, I only had a beer while grilling earlier, I’m good. Plus, I’d rather know you got home safely myself than alone with some random stranger. You can never be too sure these days ya know.” Frankie, always the protector.

“Okay.” You said as you bit your lip and felt your face grow hot, you hadn’t had a drink in a while either so you couldn’t even blame this sudden warmth streaming through you on the alcohol. Why were you feeling nervous all of the sudden?? It’s just Frankie, your friend who’s given you rides on a regular basis, who you’re alone with regularly. Except this feels different and thrilling.

“Okay.” Nodding and flashing that smile that instantly makes you weak in the knees.

****

The drive was quiet, which was unusual for the two of you. Conversations between you always flowed with ease. It was like your brain and mouth just stopped working together, thoughts forming but the moment your mouth was ready to speak them there was nothing. The air almost felt heavy. Like you couldn’t breathe due to him solely existing in such close proximity to you. This drive home was different than the hundreds before this one.

Is he feeling this too??

His old beat-up truck pulled up to the curb outside your cute craftsman style home. You had saved up and purchased it over a year ago with the hopes to fix it up where needed, while still maintaining its charm that you had fallen in love with and was the deciding factor in putting in the offer that was accepted the following day.

He quietly walked you to your front door and you both stood there like teenagers who just finished their first date, not really knowing what the next move was.

“Do you want to come in?” You suggested lightly, breaking the weird silence that was still lingering. Selfishly thinking you could garner a few more hours with him, soak up as much time as you could. “I have a few slices of pizza you like from the other night that I can reheat?”

“Um..I..” He said searching for the right way to respond as his hand rubbed at the back of his neck hoping to ease his nerves. He wanted to come in, wanted to continue on with the night with you, just you. But that small voice slowly inched its way to the forefront of his mind. Skepticism edging out confidence. Were you just being a good friend and asking him in out of friendly obligation like you would Santi, Will or Benny?

“It’s fine.” You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding waving your hands about as you turned to unlock your front door to make your way inside so you could sulk in sadness by yourself, so much for feeling bold and fearless. He clearly would rather be elsewhere than eating old pizza at 1 am. Your chest feeling as if it was caving in—Rejection. You could feel your chest tightening and the tears welling up, trying your best to hold them back, you were not going to cry in front of him. “Don’t worry about it,” Waving him off over your shoulder. “It’s late. I’m sure you have better things to do, like sleep.” You forced out a simple laugh as you pulled your keys from your purse.

He felt his breathing quicken. Pope’s words ring in his mind; “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she feels equally the same about you as you do her.” The last thing he wanted was for you to feel like he didn’t want to be here. And he wouldn’t see you for a few weeks, you could easily meet someone while you were away. So it was now or never. “Fuck it” he whispered out as he grabbed you by the wrist spinning you around tenderly. Keys crashing to the ground as he pulled you into his chest. His hand coming up to cup your face. His gaze fleeting between your eyes and lips.

Carding your hand through his soft curls at his nape, the other gripping the hem of his shirt you pulled him as close as possible, as if you might float away if you let go. Your body was buzzing with electricity in this moment— intoxicating and overwhelmed.

His lips met yours with such delicate ease, so exquisitely soft yet commanding. You craved more, lips parting slowly inviting him to explore. His tongue artful and passionate, proficient in conveying outright lust. Your sensory board overloading, body tingling with heat and fervor.

His skilled hands snaking around to your lower back gripping you tighter, grounding you both in this moment. Of all the times you had envisioned this, Frankie kissing you, this actual moment was beyond anything you could have ever imagined. It felt as if your soul was being freed, bared for him to revel in.

Chests heaving, he pulls away first, forehead rested upon yours. The corners of his glorious mouth turning up as his eyes connect with yours. “Hi.” He exhales out.

“Hey there.” It almost comes out as a giddy giggle. Your hand caressing his neck. His rapid pulse beneath your tender touch.

“Is that invite to come in still on the table?”

“Yeah…” Slowly nodding, still trying regain your breathing. “Yeah, it definitely is.”

Clothes strewn across your floor, not sure where yours start and his end. Both of your tangled bodies among sheets and pillows. Pulling pleasure from each other over and over again. So much want, need—synergistic desire.

At some point exhaustion setting into your worn muscles, bleary in perfect contentment. Warmth radiating off of Frankie’s firm body, his arms enveloping your dazed frame as you began to drift off. The rise and fall of his chest against your back, his nose nestled into your neck. Soft snores fanning across your shoulder. Frankie, here in your bed, making you feel adored and secure. Sleep beginning to pull you under gradually, shifting your body to face Frankie hoping to not wake him. He looked so tranquil and captivating, even in his dream state. Smoothing out his tousled mop and placing a tender kiss to his nose.

“I love you Frankie.” You say just above a sleepy whisper as you begin to succumb to sleep. His arms pulling you close as possible as he murmurs into your hairline, “I love you too Sunshine.”

I wanna remember this moment forever.

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