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five-rivers · 9 months

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Prompt for the most embarassing situation in which Danny has gotten will-o-the-wisp-drunk? That's one of my favorite headcannons you've made :]

The first sign of trouble came when Tucker was standing at his locker, trying to remember what classes he had that day. One minute, he was bemoaning the A/B schedule forced upon them this term by the ghost-induced teacher shortage, the next, something cold and heavy was draped over his back and shoulders.

His first thought was that the jocks had bought a bunch of bargain bulk ice from the corner store and decided to dump it on him all at once. But ice didn't shift its weight or say things like, "Hmm, Tucker, you're so warm," or "Tucker, are you sick? Do you have a fever?"

"I'm not hot, you're cold." Crap. "I mean, I am hot, but not, like, temperature." He wriggled around to face Danny.

Danny looked up at him (because the only person in their grade who Danny beat out in the height department was Mikey, and Tucker didn't think that would last much longer) with an expression that managed to be both dreamy and concerned, and a pair of massively oversized pupils.

"Tucker, you shouldn't come to school if you're sick."

"I should be saying that to you. Are you concussed?"

"Mmm?" said Danny. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the singing."

Yeah. Okay. He was concussed. Ugh. At least he wasn't prophesying yet. Danny's concussion-induced clairvoyance could get uncomfortable.

Tucker took him by the arm and pulled him into a classroom that hadn't been used since Mrs. Hogarth took early retirement way back at the beginning of the year. He led Danny to a desk and sat him down.

“I’m going to go get Sam, okay? Stay here, don’t scare any freshmen.”

“Uh huh,” said Danny, leaning forward to stare at the table. “Wow, there are a lot of little dots here.”

“Yeah, okay,” said Tucker. “Just. Stay.”

He peeked out into the hallway, hoping that Sam would magically be there, even though her locker was in a different hallway. She wasn’t. Heck. He shut the door behind him and started power walking. He wanted to run, but he didn’t want to get detention… or start a mini-panic because people thought he was running from something. Both things that had happened this year. To Tucker.

Jeez, he hoped Sam was already here. He did not do terribly well with concussed Danny. Then again, Sam didn’t, either. No one did, except maybe Jazz. But he wanted the backup.

Luckily, Sam was there, glaring at her locker with the same sort of strained, half-awake confusion Tucker had been experiencing less than ten minutes ago.

“Sam, we have a problem,” said Tucker.

“Huh? What?”

“A Danny problem.”

That got a greater portion of her attention. “What happened?”

“I don’t know yet. He seems concussed. Kind of, you know, help. Need it.”

“Right,” said Sam, ramming books back into her locker, heedless of bent pages or order. “Where is he? Locker?”

“No, Dash isn’t here, yet,” said Tucker. “At least, not that I’ve seen.”

“Great.” She slammed her locker. “Do you know how he got concussed? He was fine when we left last night, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, but he said something about doing another loop.”

“But he didn’t call us.”

“I can’t control that.”

“I know, I know,” said Sam. “Sorry. Where is he?”

“Mrs. Hogarth’s old room.”

“Great. That’s out of the way, at least. And it’s too early for the couples to start in on each other…”

“Uh huh,” said Tucker, following her as she strode down the hallway. “Sure is.” Like he knew when the couples ‘started in on each other.’ Actually, why did Sam know?

They got back to Mrs. Hogarth’s room, and Sam walked right up to Danny, who was bent over the desk and was staring at it intently, his nose less than an inch from the surface. She knelt next to him.

“Hey, Danny?”

“Hm?”

"What happened last night after we left?" asked Sam, shaking him slightly to free his attention from the wood grain of the desk's veneer. "Who did you fight?"

"Didn't fight," said Danny.

“What?”

“What did you do last night?” asked Sam.

“I went and played– I played with the wisps in the park. We had lots of fun. Mhm.” He nodded. “They’re my friends. They’re– They’re good friends.”

Will-o-the-wisps were lovely, friendly ghosts. They attached themselves - socially, not literally - to more powerful ghosts. They filtered ambient ectoplasm and emotional energy into more readily usable forms in exchange for protection. They also cuddled, chimed, sang, ate candy and earwax, and played tag. They were multitalented like that.

However, when half ghosts were given lots of ghost energy at once they experienced some side effects. It was something to do with the interaction of their human bodies with their ghostly ones. If wisps weren’t careful with their energy output, they could trigger those side effects.

That was to say, Danny wasn’t concussed, he was high.

This was bad.

“How long did this take to wear off, last time?” Tucker asked Sam.

“I don’t know,” said Sam. “I was too busy to time it. Danny, when did you play with the wisps?”

“Huh? Sorry, the music is too loud, what did you say?”

“When did you play with the wisps?”

“Last night.”

“When last night? Like, how long? What time did it say on the clock?”

Danny frowned at her for the first two questions, then brightened at the third. “Clockwork’s my friend, too,” he said. “But I didn’t see him.”

“Dude…” said Tucker. “Maybe you should call in sick or something.”

“But I’m not sick,” said Danny, “and I have, I have a test. A test. I can’t miss tests.”

“Danny, you are high. You can’t stay here. You’ll get in so much trouble.”

Danny sniffled. “I can’t miss tests.”

“His attendance is really bad right now,” said Tucker. “Remember what Lancer said a couple days ago about parent teacher conferences.”

“Oh my gosh. Frick. Okay. We’re going to figure out how to hide this.”

Danny brightened. “Sam, you’re the best.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her cheek.

“What,” said Tucker, before Sam could explode or immolate or however it was she was going to react to that, “none for me?”

Danny blinked up at him brightly, then stood up and walked right through the desk (and Sam’s arm), and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Tucker’s nose.

“You’re both the best,” said Danny, happily. Then he sat down on the floor.

Sam sighed. “That always feels weird. Do you have any hoodies? Mr. Falluca won’t ask him to take down the hood.”

“I might,” said Tucker. “Let me go check.” He dashed back across to his locker, and shoved his books to the side. There, under his chemistry text, was a hoody… an older one, yeah, and it could probably do with a wash, but it wasn’t like Danny would notice until he was back to normal.

He freed it, shook it out a couple times, turned - and was knocked on his back by Skulker and Danny as they swooped by, locked in an aerial wrestling match. They zoomed down the hallway, then turned sharply right, phasing through the wall and into a classroom. An occupied classroom, judging by the screams and how people started pouring out. There were some more, more distant, more muffled shouts.

The courtyard.

Tucker grabbed his lipstick laser from his locker and started running to the doors at the end of the hall. Sam passed him, wrist ray active, but pointing steadily down at the ground. She burst through the door long before him. By the time he got out, Skulker had Danny-as-Phantom in a net and was alternately monologuing about how he was the best hunter ever and berating Danny for not giving him a good hunt. Typical, really.

Less typical was the way Danny let Skulker swing him around, smiling vaguely and humming all the while.

“Spectators,” hissed Sam, glaring at all the other students in the courtyard. “I’m going upstairs.”

“Got it,” said Tucker, breathlessly, his PDA in his offhand. Skulker had gotten most of the Purple Gorilla malware out of his suit’s systems, but not all of it. It was actually kind of funny. He must have rebuilt his suit a dozen times, and he got new tech and new software every time, but somehow, he always put something in that had the Purple Gorilla programs back into it. It’d be better for him to start from scratch, but of course Tucker wasn’t going to tell him that.

There it was, the tiniest backdoor he could get into with just a touch of bluetooth.

Sam started shooting at Skulker from above. Good, good… He wouldn’t be able to react nearly as quickly when Tucker did this.

Skulker’s hand, the one holding the net, and, by extension, Danny, fell off. Danny stayed exactly where he was in the air, the net now hanging off him, and Skulker’s mechanical hand hanging from the net.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?” Sam asked, frustrated.

“Oh,” said Danny. “Yeah!” He pulled out the thermos and hit the suction button. The net was, of course, still in the way, so it sucked the net in first… But Danny was behind it, and the thermos was inside the net, so, effectively, all it did was tighten the net around Danny, who finally dropped.

Tucker continued to press buttons. One of these… No, one of these…

Skulker’s fallen hand sprung open, and the net got sucked the rest of the way in. Danny pointed the thermos at Skulker, and he was promptly sucked in as well.

Then Danny stood there, blinking, in the middle of the courtyard, as various teens cheered and shouted things like “that’s so cool, Phantom” and “you’re the best, Phantom” and “date me, Phantom!”

And Danny wondered why Tucker got jealous. Like, Tucker loved the guy, but he didn’t really do anything this time.

As Tucker watched, wondering when Danny would remember he had to fly off sooner rather than later, a tiny purple spark flew out of Danny’s left ear, and a slightly larger red spark flew out of his right ear.

“Thank you for the music!” said Danny, happily, waving at them.

"You've got to be kidding me," said Tucker, watching the wisps fly away, out of the courtyard.

Danny's head snapped towards Tucker, and he flew over. "Hi!" he said, beaming, and planted a kiss on his eyebrow.

In the middle of the courtyard.

Right after a ghost fight.

In front of all the Phantom ‘phanatics’ who decided to come watch a fight Danny was losing.

Oh. Tucker was going to die. Killed by Danny’s rabid fans. What a way to go.

Danny, for his part, drifted up and away, slowly fading out of sight, either ignorant or uncaring of the fate he had just doomed Tucker to.

Tucker scurried back into the building and down the hallway, and didn't stop scurrying until he was back in Mrs. Hogarth’s room. Sam was, of course, already there.

"How do you always get places before me?" asked Tucker.

"I exercise. We really need to find out if ghost narcan is a thing."

"You think?"

Danny leaned forward and kissed Sam on the ear. He giggled. "They like- my friends, they like earwax."

Sam sighed. "We know, Danny."

"At least he waited until you weren't in front of everyone."

"Oh, yeah, speaking of which, any last requests before your untimely demise?"

"Wisps are banned from my funeral."

#danny phantom #answer #ask #prompt #prompt fill #prompt fic #prompt work

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auncyen · 4 months

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I have no idea where this goes in the ISAT dc and I need to get it out of my brain so I'm lobbing it here

I wanna make this into fic form but basically initial meeting Isabeau actually being STARRY-EYED about Siffrin. That crush came fast. Like, Isabeau left the Defenders because they wouldn't help Mirabelle and here Siffrin saw three people fighting a strong Sadness and was like "here I am!" Fighting for Vaugarde and they're not even from there. Isabeau asks where they're originally from because the clothes intrigue him and Siffrin says "nowhere in particular", they've been traveling so long they don't really consider anywhere their home, and that's like. WOW that's so cool, because while Isabeau might know they're older he doesn't think they're that much older and like. How badass is that. Just striking out on your own, surviving on your own, living free as a bird and unafraid to be quirky. It took Isabeau a long time to get to being confident and Siffrin seems so nonchalant. Sure, Isabeau is aware Siffrin's not perfect, has some shortcomings in the memory and like. communication department, but who's perfect anyway?

By the time the party reaches Dormont Isabeau is deep in that crush. He's also been paying attention to Siffrin enough to notice that like, huh, sometimes Siffrin being nonchalant kind of seems. avoidant. And sometimes he's a little worried that Siffrin took losing an eye too well, like it didn't matter? I mean he's glad they're not holding it against Bonnie or anything, but... it's just little things. He wonders what they plan on doing after the journey.

Two extremely weird days later.

And then maybe some additional explanation from Siffrin, over time, about what was going on. How he got to that point.

Isabeau is cringing at how he first interpreted Siffrin. Not because they aren't amazing! They're incredible. He just wishes he'd realized before that Siffrin wasn't strong because they struck out on their own and did their own thing, Siffrin was strong because they were surviving being cast out into a foreign world with no memory of the past and ongoing memory problems and Change, if he'd just been bold enough before to tell Siffrin he wanted to still be with them after the journey. He knows he shouldn't beat himself up about it but sometimes he thinks maybe it would have avoided the whole problem in the first place, maybe Siffrin would have looped until they got to the Head Housemaiden but then felt safe enough to end looping there if they'd already had a promise of a future. Or maybe they would have told him about the looping like. Isabeau can't imagine it would have been right away, maybe it would have taken a few loops, but at some point before having a mental breakdown

Basically I just like the idea of Isabeau having a very starry-eyed first impression of Siffrin and then post-game looking at that and being like "well I was right to love them, but wow did I miss. A lot of That."

#isat isabeau #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isabeau x siffrin

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the-froschamethyst4 · 5 months

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“How are you more stylish than me?”

𖤐 Pairing: Gaz x Model! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: fluff, slight jealousy, language, style, fashion, teasing, kissing,

𖤐 It’s a short one today

𖤐 Summary: Gaz may be dating a world famous supermodel but he had a bit better style than his girlfriend

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World famous supermodel Y/n L/n was on the red carpet at the Met Gala, along side with her was her boyfriend of 2 years, Kyle Garrick or Gaz.

Her hands rested on his arm as they posed for the cameras flashing at the both of them, some wanting both of them together and some wanting them separate.

Gaz watched his lovely girlfriend act such a natural, he was a mess. Rubbing the back of his head because he was confused on how to pose without Y/n by his side.

"OVER HERE, GAZ!"

"GAZ, LOOK AT ME!"

"GAZ FOCUS ON ME!"

"LOOK AT ME!!" The annoying and obnoxious photographers yelled at him. He just felt awkward, he's not use to being in the spotlight only incognito.

"Gaz?" He heard the sweet voice of his girlfriend, he turned and smiled at her. His hand immediately going to her waist and they both walked away and the next celebrity came in their spots.

They were going up the stairs and were getting interviewed by Emma Chamberlain.

"Oh wow! Y/n L/n and Kyle Garrick, it is lovely to see you two here again at the Met," she says. Y/n did all the talking as Gaz only answered questions directed towards him, which were mainly small and short answers.

"Kyle, who are you wearing?" She asked him.

"Umm~ Prada," he says, showing off his jacket.

"Love it," she says. "Y/n, I'm guessing you are matching him?"

"Yes, Prada everything," Y/n says with a soft smile.

"Love it all, I hope you two have fun inside."

"Thank you, you too," Y/n looked at Gaz, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him away to other interviewers.

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"I have to say, Gaz. How are you more stylish than me?" Y/n asked as he pulls out her chair for her.

"I'm not, the stylist styled me, I would never dress this fancy you know that," he says, sitting next to her.

"I know, I'm teasing Gaz."

"I'll probably get shit for it later though."

"From the guys?"

"Yep, they think going to Gala's and parties with big A-List celebrities can be a bit of waste of time. When they see me on the cover with you, they give me shit about it."

"Do they...not like me because of my lift style?"

"Huh? No, of course they like you, it's just if they were thrown into this life style, they'd probably want to leave it because they aren't use to it."

"But you're not."

"I am now. Sure I wasn't before but now, I love it because you love it, you're always so happy and it makes me happy to see you like that."

"Sometimes, I'm not."

"I know, but I like seeing you happy, it reassures me that you are comfortable and I should be comfortable."

"I'm glad, I make you, happy, Gaz," she smiles at him. She leans forward and kisses his lips. He likes the feeling of her lips on his.

"We should enjoy our time," she says, pulling away from his lips.

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Gaz's hand was resting on Y/n's thigh, her fingers looped with his, as his fingers caressed her plushed thigh. They were talking with the people at their table.

Gaz didn't know them, he only knew Y/n and kept his attention on her for most of the time, they were at the table.

And like a lost puppy if Y/n needed to use the restroom, Gaz would be getting up with her and following her to the bathroom. Waiting outside the women's bathroom door for her.

Gaz leaned against the wall just outside when he sees Oscar Isaac and Elvira Lind coming towards him. He liked Oscar Isaac, he fixed his posture and made sure he looked presentable.

Elvira went inside the bathroom and Oscar leaned on the wall next to Gaz.

Gaz just barely turns his head and Oscar caught him. He slightly nodded his head and Gaz did too.

"Um~ Oscar Isaac right?"

"Yeah, you are?"

"Kyle Garrick."

"OH! Y/n's boyfriend, heard a lot about you."

"Really?!" Gaz was shocked that THE Oscar Isaac knows HIM.

"Yeah, my wife loves Y/n, keeps up to date with her a lot, and she showed me that you two were dating, now I see it." Oscar says.

"That's an honor to know that...my idol knows me."

"I'm your idol? That's more of an honor," both males laughed together as the bathroom door opened the Oscar's wife and Gaz's girlfriend both walked out together talking.

"Kyle," Y/n says and smiled at him, walking towards him and her hand goes to his arm.

The couples walk together back to their separate tables.

"He knows me," Gaz whispers to Y/n making her laugh at him.

"He does?"

"Yeah, that's fucking amazing," Gaz says, pulling Y/n's chair out for her.

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The night was coming to an end and Gaz was holding Y/n's hand and holding her Prada heels. Her feet were ABSOULATLY killing her. Gaz had offered to take her shoes, so her feet could breath.

"Thank you, Ky."

"You're welcome, love," he says as the waited for the car. Her feet felt better.

Gaz looked at Y/n at she leaned on his arm.

"Are you cold?"

"No, just tired."

"Alright," he then bends down and picks her up bridal style.

"Kyle."

"What? I'm allowed to hold my girlfriend," he says with a smirk on his face.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #gaz x y/n #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

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highladyluck · 8 months

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Season 2, Episode 4 Liveblog

Teaser:

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed!

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

It is a personal insult that the subtitles just say [chanting] when Ishy is clearly dialing up Lanfear (also if anyone can overwrite the audio for this scene with the dial-up modem sound I want to see the clip)

DARK PROPHECY IS A GO

Awww she’s an amateur artist

Dollars to donuts that ‘older sister’ is an Aes Sedai

It has to be so painful coming back home

Selene is so sanguine about her entire livelihood going up in smoke! It’s almost like this has happened before

How long, Selene? Exactly how long has it been?

I’m gonna need fanart/fanfic of the Forsaken Ski Chalet up near Kinslayer’s Dagger

Awwwwwwwwwww

The Accepted sleeves look AWESOME I know I keep saying that but it’s true! They’re little embroidered ombre flames

Alanna is like ‘I don’t do therapy, I only do sex advice’

Hmmmmm, that doesn’t sound like stilling aftermath, another point in favor of ‘shielded’

It’s good that they are namedropping Cads this early; she came out of nowhere in the books.

DARK, Alanna. Also I bet I know what that change in Moiraine was; the timeframe is right for it to be when Gitara died & she got her quest.

Moiraine is on the case!

Ooooooooooooh this is going to be FUN

DAMN so that’s why she wanted that specific red wine. This feels very on par with the books- Moiraine a step behind but trying desperately to stay in the loop and get Rand what she thinks he needs

Moiraine, damn

Yeah, no point letting him destroy himself until all value has been extracted from him :/

Elayne like ‘she’s been promoted’ lmao she would think it was just that

Oh Egwene, you have not even begun to feel like shit

Ooooh someone gave Liandrin her marching orders

FORESHADOWING

Awww it’s Hopper! Hi Hopper

Werewolf Perrin rumors have been crushed! It’s ok he is a werewolf in my heart, the way Rand is a ghost in my heart and Mat is a vampire in my heart. And by ‘in my heart’ I mean ‘in the subtext’

Huh, interesting thing with the visions

Perrin like ‘excuse me, why did I not get an instruction manual and personal tutoring, this is a shitty apprenticeship so far’

None of the Tower’s fucking business honestly (this is also why info about the Power doesn’t get shared but whatever)

Lmao Selene you lie about more than that

Her face when Rand says ‘you’d be surprised’ lmao, that’s a Lanfear Face (TM)

Oh honey you haven’t even broken the world yet

“[dice rattling]” IT’S MY BOY!!!

Is Min gonna have Mat kidnapped by the Seanchan and taken to Falme? I am INTRIGUED

I’m glad the show explores the rift in families created by the long lives of Aes Sedai

Liandrin says ‘Rescue mission! You love a rescue mission!’

Alanna does not like Dark Prophecies written in blood, I guess?

Ooooh there’s that Damodred spirit (political maneuvering)

“This is my room.” - Elayne

“didn’t ask, don’t care” - Nyneave

Egwene no no no you already have enough trauma you don’t need to go to Falme

Uh oh, always a bad sign when Ishy shows up in your dreams (I love that the non-ta’veren are getting Ishy dreams!) also at this point it should be obv to everyone that Liandrin is bad news bears, even if you missed the lying

Oooooh interesting, what IS In Cairhein?

The problem with the Forsaken Ski Chalet is that there’s a Myrdraal infestation in the basement

Lmao like she didn’t know

Selene doesn’t know anything about being seen as a monster, nope

Oh ok that bit about her soul is great

Rand is vanilla

What the hell

Wow that is the most awkward thing I can imagine happening between Rand and Moiraine, you’re gonna give him a complex about… killing… women… I see

I cannot wait to see Lanfear do some horror movie shit

YEAH

AVI NEXT EP!!!

#wheel of time #wot on prime #wot book spoilers #wot on prime s2 #WoT on prime spoilers #WoT on prime s2e4

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centralperkchenford · 7 months

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Chenford + early dating, some random guy at the station finds Lucy and Chris broke up and they try to ask Lucy out. Insert Sergeant Grumpy 😏

I hope you like this! 😏😏😏

(Find you a girl) Yeah, take it from me, that's the kind you need to find You just can't have mine

“Hey Officer Chen!” Lucy turns to see a patrol officer running towards her a nervous smile on his face. She frowns she doesn’t necessarily know all the patrol officers despite being pretty friendly and wanting to know her fellow officers so she took the time to get to know them. But this wasn’t one she recognized at all and wondered if he had just transferred in.

“Hi?” Says Lucy looking around her. There are a lot of people mulling around but none paying attention to her and she squints at his name tag.

Scott

“I know you and that district attorney were dating and I heard you broke up.” He says and Lucy reels back a little. She hadn’t told anyone about her break up with Chris except for Tim for obvious reasons. And Angela had stopped her and told her she was sorry for the break up but she deserved better than Chris

And she agreed with that because she was with Tim and he was ten times better.

But she didn’t realize that a random patrol officer knew, she couldn’t even fathom how he found out.

“Uh.” Says Lucy looking at him. “Yeah I did break up with him.” Officer Scott grins at her although he still looks nervous.

“I was just wondering since you are single now.” He starts and Lucy blanches. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date.”

Before Lucy can even think of answering there’s a noise behind her and she knows without looking it’s Tim. Officer Scott doesn’t seem to notice him though his eyes are on Lucy’s face searching it intently.

“Well actually..” Lucy starts. I’m very much taken is what she wants to say but she doesn’t. Their relationship isn’t exactly in the open yet. Grey knows. Tamara knows and maybe there are suspicions but it’s not like they are going to go around the station and announce they are dating.

She just needs to let this guy down easy, and say thanks but no thanks.

Officer Scott looks hopeful and he bounces on his toes a little. “So is that a yes?” Tim growls behind her and she elbows him in the stomach causing him to grunt a little.

“No.” Says Lucy quickly. “I uh I’m seeing someone.” Officer Scott’s face falls and then his eyes flicker up to Tim and he pales.

“Oh that fast? Didn’t you just—” Officer Scott starts but Tim cuts him off.

“That’s none of your business is it Boot?” He says and Lucy hears a hint of her training officer in his voice.

“No sir see—” Officer Scott begins. Tim steps out from behind Lucy now and stands besides her. Lucy chances a glass at him knowing her boyfriend probably has his signature grumpy look on his face. He does

“Don’t you have a job to do?” Tim snaps and Officer Scott backs away a little bit and then turns on his heels and runs across the bullpen.

Lucy turns around to look at Tim an amused look on her face. “Wow.” She says. “Really gave him a run for his money huh.”

Tim mumbles something under his breath and Lucy tugs him away, her hand on his wrist. She leads him all the way to his office and shuts the door behind them.

“I don’t like when random guys flirt with my girlfriend.” He grumbles. Lucy rolls her eyes as he backs her against the door. She loops her arms around his neck, “He didn’t know I am your girlfriend.” She points out. Tim’s lips twitch a little bit. “Although I’m pretty sure he knows now.”

“He is annoying. I mean who asks someone out and then judges them for being with someone else right away?” Tim says rolling his eyes. “He just didn’t like that he can’t have you.”

Lucy raises her eyebrows at him and plays with the hair on the back of his neck. “Oh and you can have me?” She’s asks teasingly. “Are you sure about that?” Tim rolls his eyes but presses his forehead to hers.

“Yeah.” He says. “I am because not to sound like a possessive asshole but you are..” Lucy grins up at him knowing what he’s going to say. She brings her hands to the front of his face and brings him down to kiss her.

“Mine.” He whispers into her mouth and Lucy sighs happily. Usually the whole caveman possessiveness thing turned her off. But as she was slowly learning everything that turned her off with other men turned her on with Tim.

“Yours.” She agrees. And he kisses her again. She pulls him closer by his metro shirt and pats his chest when he pulls back. She searches his face so soft and vulnerable for her. “Mine.” She says putting her hand over his chest. He smiles and puts his hand over hers.

“All yours.” He agrees. She sighs softly, she had never felt this wanted, this protected in a relationship before especially so early on.

“So since I don’t have a hot date with Officer Scott tonight what does my boyfriend have planned tonight.” She asks a teasingly lilt in her voice because she loves to see Tim get riled up.

“Dinner.” He says leaning in to whisper and then he backs away. “I guess we will see how that goes.” Lucy hits his chest once and the twice and he catches her hands easily.

“You know what’s going to happen later.” He says and Lucy has bite her tongue to hold in the moan.

“Can you promise that Bradford or are you just teasing me?” She asks. He still has a hold of her hands. He drops them gently and then reaches around to open the door.

“I guess you will just have to wait and see.”

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 months

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Time After Time

Word Count: 3152

Summary:

Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader We've been best friends with benefits for years, Eddie and I. We both have even had partners and just paused the benefits when it would happen. We've never really were able to commit to any one other than each other. I'm over being antsy though and have chosen just say fuck it and make the decision to finally make this something more. Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain? When toxic shit tastes just like candy And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me No wonder I'm antsy

Warnings: 18+

Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Best Friends, Love Confessions, Anxiety, Porn with Feelings

Notes:

This is my first Eddie fic so please be kind. Also this is heavily inspired by the song Antsy by UPSAHL. Lyrics will be used from this amazing song in the fic (in bold italics) I do not own the rights to the song in any way. I hope you enjoy this porn with feelings. Happy Reading Heathens! 😈 Divider by @firefly-graphics

Eddie Munson. The King to my Queen of the outcasts. He’s loud, quirky, boisterous and the best friend a girl could ask for. Not to mention he is hotter than sin. Those curls always begging to be twisted around my fingers. Good thing our friendship has benefits of the sexual variety attached to it.

“Earth to Siren.” Fingers snap in front of my face. “What’s got you so spacey Songbird?”

“Huh?” I turn to him. A look of confusion crossing my face.

“Wow, you were really lost there weren't ya? Bet you didn't hear a single word of what I have planned for the next Hellfire session did you?”

I scrunch my nose. Biting my lip in embarrassment. “Um. Sorry?”

“You're lucky you're so damn cute otherwise I might take offense to such a disregard to my misadventures.”

“I didn’t mean to drift off. Promise. Tell me again. You’ll have my full attention this time.”

“Nah. Moments passed. Now I want to know what had you so lost in your head. Care to share?”

He’s giving me those damn puppy dog eyes again. I’m sure he thinks I’ll just squirm and come up with some lie. Why not give it to him straight and throw him for a loop.

“A couple of things, actually. Grabbing a handful of that unruly mane of yours while I make a mess on your lap as I ride your dick. I might have gone and caught very real feelings for you after all this time. And playing the new song I wrote. Unfortunately only one of those things can happen as everyone should be getting here soon to chill and jam out.” I shrug as if it’s no big deal and wander over to my guitar case. My acoustic waiting inside for me to do my thing and make some magic.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come again, sugar? You buried the lead there. You have feelings for me?”

“That’s what your brain latched onto? Not the sex but the feelings?”

“Oh we’ll get to you riding me. Trust me. That is inevitable. But I need some clarification first. What kind of feelings are we talking about?”

“Don’t be so daft Batboy. You know exactly what type of feelings I’m referring to. The kind we said we wouldn’t let happen once we started sleeping together years ago. The whole reason we dated other people and put a separation between our sex life and our friendship.”

“So you’re in love with me huh?” He’s looking at me with this strange glint in his eyes I’ve never really noticed before.

“Uh..” I can’t help the awkward laugh that escapes my throat. “Yeah. I think so.”

I watch a smile spread across his face. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, there’s a knock at the trailer door followed by Dustin and Steve barging in.

“What’s the point of knocking if you’re just going to walk right in.” He grits out.

“Curtesy mostly.” Dustin quips.

I breathe a quick sigh of relief. I’m saved from my confession. At least for now. “Well once everyone is here and gets settled, I have something I want ya’ll to hear.”

Everyone is crammed into Eddie’s tiny living room. Bodies scattered across the floor on various pillows and blankets. Food and drinks overflow on the makeshift coffee table. The atmosphere is calm yet joyful as I play around on my guitar.

“I hear that you have a new song you’re working on that you want us to hear.” Robin declares as she takes a seat on the couch next to the armrest I’m seated on.

“I do. It’s still a little rough but I need someone other than me to hear it.” I state.

“Well. Get playing then Songbird. We’re just dying to hear that sweet voice serenade us.” Eddie demands.

“Alright. Here goes nothing.”

I begin strumming. Infusing my words with everything that I’ve been feeling as the words drift out of me. As I get to the verse divulging my feelings for Eddie, I make sure to make eye contact with him and hold it there.

Bet what I need is to stare at a wall

Then one little text, turns into a bender

Did I say too much or nothing at all? (At all)

Now I'm inventing the damage in bathroom floor panics (uh-ah)

Am I to blame for my sick, frantic brain?

When toxic shit tastes just like candy

And love might be lit, but I'm scared of what it might demand of me

No wonder I'm antsy

The vulnerability I’m showcasing starts to feel like too much and I close my eyes. Breaking contact with the soft brown orbs that have seen more than they should. It’s much easier to finish out the song this way. Safe. In my own little bubble. Feeding off the energy of the room.

With the last notes sung, I take a deep breath and reopen my eyes. The room has fallen silent and everyone is just staring at me. “What? Was it that bad? I thought it was a great idea for a song.” I start to second guess myself.

“That was fucking awesome!” Robin breaks the silence.

“Then why are you assholes being so fucking quiet?” I snap back.

“Just processing babe. That was a lot.” Steve states.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to bring everybody down. I was just really excited about this new song. And I-“

“Sugar, stop rambling.” I instantly close my mouth at Eddie’s words. “We love it. I know I do.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He licks his lips. “In fact I have something I need to show you myself. Come on.” He walks over, takes my guitar out of my hands, placing it carefully against the couch and takes my hand. Pulling me off the armrest he heads towards the hallway. My hand clasped tightly in his as we make our way to his room.

I really hope I didn’t just screw everything up and we’re going to go fight in private. Why did I have to write that stupid song.

I’m practically yanked inside Eddie’s room. Tripping over the disaster of clothes and junk scattered across the floor as he hurriedly maneuvers me through his space. “Eddie, slow down. I’m gonna eat shit if you keep this up. You don’t need to do all this just to yell at me about the rules and that love wasn’t part of the deal.”

Having reached the bed he abruptly stops. Turning to face me. “Shut up.”

The next thing I know he’s grabbing my waist and tossing me down on to the mattress. Following it up by climbing up my body and caging me in with his lean but surprisingly muscular frame. “You’ve used that mouth enough tonight. Now it’s my turn.”

With no time to catch my breath, he renders me incapable of a retort by capturing my lips with his own. Kissing life back into my body, as our tongues dance a tango, we both know so well.

His hands roam the curves of my body. Sneaking his ring clad digits under my shirt. The cool feeling of silver leaving goosebumps along my skin. It’s not long before he begins to remove my shirt. Placing his unoccupied hand underneath my lower back as he slowly lifts me to pull the fabric over my head. I of course raise my arms in aid. Making sure to graze my fingertips along his jaw when he tosses the shirt aside, as if offended by the cropped garment.

Not wanting to waste any time his hands find their way to the waistband of my jeans. With a quick snap of his deft fingers my button comes undone. My zipper quickly following suit. Sliding the denim down, he taps my hip, getting me to raise them so that he could divest me of my jeans.

He leans back, doing that thing guys seem to do with ease. You know the thing, grabbing the back of his shirt with one hand and pulling it off with ease. I don’t care what anyone says, that shit is hot as fuck.

His eyes are lust blown, the beautiful brown nothing more than a sliver. Their sole focus set on me draped over his messy bed sheets. “So fucking beautiful.” He ghosts his fingers up my slightly shaking legs. Teasing me by stroking the wetness that has soaked through my panties. Stretching out his middle finger, he tucks it into the gusset and slowly removes the last piece of clothing blocking him from his intended target.

“Take your bra off, Songbird.”

Without a thought I sit up. Reaching behind my back, I unclasp the black lace encasing my cleavage, letting it fall away from my body.

He groans and rubs the bulge confined in his tight black jeans. He places a series of kisses along all of my exposed skin. Mapping out a trail of pleasure and gooseflesh. Teasing one and then the other nipple with his tongue. Ending each with a deep suction.

The slow-paced teasing continues. It’s driving me absolutely insane. We’ve had some pretty intense nights before, but this is something different all together. He stops his trek at the apex of my thighs. Hot breath blowing puffs of air on the cooling slick leaking from my folds.

“So beautiful and all mine.” He mumbles out. Almost as if to himself. He drags his finger along my drenched lips, while he ensnares me in his gaze. “That’s right, isn't it, sugar? This pretty little pussy is mine to do with as I please?”

“Yes, Eddie. It’s all yours.” I pant out. Delirious. Needing him to do something more than just tease me.

“Damn right it is.” He growls before sticking out his tongue and running it along my wet flesh from entrance to clit with the skillful muscle. He circles my sensitive little bundle of nerves, pulling a moan out of my throat. Seeming to have had enough of taking his time slowly torturing me, he thrusts his tongue as deep as he can go inside my aching center. The thick muscle massaging my silken walls, giving them something to finally clamp on to.

“Fuck, Eddie. Your tongue. Mmph. Feels so good, baby.” I allow my hands to finally anchor themselves in his curls like I have wanted to all night. I feel his moan of acceptance against my clit and it has me trying to squeeze my thighs shut. I know he wants me desperate and begging before he gives in and makes me come apart on his cock. It’s the one thing that has never changed over the years since we started sleeping together.

Pulling his tongue out of my slit, he swirls the tip along my folds. Seeking out every drop of my essence that he can. With the lightest touch, he draws figure eight patterns around my clit. Dancing me so close to the edge, that I’m in danger of falling over that cliff into utter bliss. Right as I can feel myself start to crest over that ledge, the bastard pulls away.

“No! Why’d you stop? I was so close.” I sit up and reach for his face. Wanting to drag him back to my pulsing center to finish what he started.

He Houdini’s out of my reach and scoots back off the bed. “The first time you come after that little confession you made earlier is going to be while my cock is deep inside you.” He says with conviction as he unbuckles his belt.

I’m hypnotized by his movements. Eyes drawn to his nimble fingers working on divesting himself of the last of his garments. My mouth waters as I wait for his thickness to spring free from its confines. Time seems to stand still as his pants finally drop to the floor.

“You went commando.” I whisper out as I lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Wonderful coincidence. I wasn't expecting to have you in my bed tonight, since everyone was hanging out here and usually at least one or two of them end up crashing on the couch. But then you came pounding on my door right as I got out the shower, early as always. I just threw on the closest clothes.” He admitted, wrapping his fist around his length, giving himself a few pumps as he drinks me in with a predatory gaze.

“Lay back down” He husks out. The command sending a fresh wave of slickness to coat my thighs. Anticipating what’s to come, I slowly lie back on the mattress.

“Spread those delectable thighs for me, Sugar. Put my perfect little pussy on display. Show me once again what’s mine.” He grunts out as he continues to stroke himself. I watch with rapt attention as a bead of precum leaks from his tip and he places a knee down on the bed.

I smile sweetly up at him as I allow my legs to fall open just enough to show off my dripping folds. Following his request but holding back just enough to make him growl and push my thighs open the rest of the way.

“You really wanna play with me right now, Songbird? After confessing having feelings for me and then making me sit with our friends while you filled my ears with your damn Siren song until I could sneak you away?” He teases his cock between my cleft. Tip tapping against my engorged and still so sensitive clit.

I can’t help but squirm and whimper. Wanting nothing more than for him to be deep inside of me already. That halted orgasm, inching its way back to the surface every time his hot length grazes my bundle of nerves.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Please. Need you inside me.” I begin pleading. “It’s been too long since you last filled me up.”

“You’re sorry huh?”

I quickly nod my head in agreement. “So sorry.”

“Gonna let me wreck this pussy? Ruin you for anyone else? Milk me dry like the cumdrunk little slut that I know you are?”

“Yes. Yes. Please.” I beg. Just wanting him to finally take me. Claim me as his own.

“As you wish, princess.” With his declaration he slams his hips forward. Splitting me open with his massive girth.

He doesn't even give me a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him deep inside me. He just pulls his hips back and thrusts in again and again. Setting a pace that makes my brain go fuzzy and every nerve-ending sing in pleasure.

“Fuuuck. Look at you, little Siren.” He grits out. “Already cock drunk and I’ve barely gotten started. Pussy’s gripping me so tight baby. She doesn't want to let me go.”

My mind can't seem to function correctly enough to produce anything other than moans, whimpers and wails of pleasure in response. I’m flying a serotonin high I was not ready to come down from yet. The coil in my core tightening as I dance closer and closer to the knife's edge of orgasm. Waiting for the moment when I can dive off the edge into pure ecstasy.

Almost as if sensing my impending climax, Eddie picks up the pace. Working his hips and grinding his pelvis down on my clit with every thrust for added stimulation. “Come on, baby. Come for me, pretty girl. I can feel your walls quivering around me. Give in. Fall apart on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That’s it. That’s all that I needed to allow myself to let go completely. Surrendering to the euphoric bliss with a scream I’m sure the whole trailer park could hear.

A rainbow of stars begin to detonate behind my closed eyes as I writhe beneath him. Back arching off the mattress before my limbs go limp and I lay there in a state of bonelessness.

“Don’t pass out on me now princess. I’m so close. Little pussy is squeezin’ me. So. Fucking. Tight.” His pumps become erratic as he chases down his own high. “Don’t you want me to fill you up? Have me leaking out of you as we spend the rest of our night with our friends?”

I just nod along. Whispering out. “Please. Full.” Not able to formulate more than two words in my current state.

Apparently, that was all the validation he needed to hear to stop holding back and release his seed into my waiting womb. Painting my walls white with rope after rope of his spend.

It felt like it went on forever with how much he was pouring into me. Until his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed onto my chest. Catching his breath and covering my face in sweet kisses as we both came back down to earth.

We stayed locked together, my well-loved pussy warming his cock, as we both let our fingertips roam along the others skin. Allowing ourselves time to just revel in the moment of the new direction our relationship looks to be heading.

"I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now, ya know. Just never thought that you’d ever actually love a loser like me back. So, Songbird, our resident Siren, will you do me the honor of officially becoming mine now?” He asks into my neck.

I can’t help but grin like the cat that got the cream. “You're truly stuck with me now, Batboy. A Tarrasque couldn’t rip me from your arms."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He places a soft kiss to my lips.

Just as the kiss deepens and we begin the journey towards round two, there’s a knock on the door, followed by Steve’s muffled voice. "You guys done scarring us for life yet? Dustin won’t let us eat until you guys get back out here."

We both can’t hold in our laughter. "Tell Dusty buns we'll be right out but we're not staying long. I've got time to make up for. So you assholes are going to have to call it a night earlier than usual."

“TMI man! A simple ‘Be right out’ would have been enough, Eds.” Steve scoffs as he walks back to down the hall.

“Come on, sugar. Let’s get dressed before Dustin comes looking for us next.”

We quickly throw our clothes back on. Not wanting to keep our friends waiting much longer. As we reach the door to his room Eddie spins me around and pins me to it. Gazing deeply into my eyes he speaks. “I love you Songbird.”

“I love you too Batboy.”

Another sweet kiss is exchanged. “Now let’s go be a gross couple so we can weird out our friends. I think we’ve earned it.”

This night turned out so much better than I ever expected. Sometimes it really is best just to let the chaos reign.

#poc reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #modern au

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tobiasdrake · 3 months

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Timey-wimey whippity woo, let's see what this new thing... do?

I can't be 100% sure but I think it hates me. It looks like it's going to try and murder me the second I touch it.

We do? Huh. Guess it's like the Vespertine at the Sky Council. I love being asked to retrieve things I already have. Important question: Will I be paid for it?

*jots down in notes* TIA is a Chatty Cathy when he's working. Okay, good to know. Wish I'd known that back when we were on speaking terms. So much I could have tricked him into talking about.

What the hell is a Chronophage? Like a... time virus? I don't think I want to be infected with a time virus. That sounds uniquely horrifying.

...did he? I guess he did tell B"st, but....

Hold up, because there is a communication breakdown somewhere.. Did he intend for you to bring us here or was he just rambling? Because if he was just rambling then no, he just left this somewhere in the world and we happened to get lucky and stumble upon it.

But if he did mean for you to bring us here then what the actual fuck, B'st? You never mentioned this! At all! And I specifically went around the ship asking people if they had anything they wanted to do following our gladiator brawl in Brisk.

Why didn't he tell us.

Why didn't YOU tell us.

I'm furious right now. A parting gift from one of the most powerful beings in the cosmos is not something we should just be randomly bumping into as an Oh By The Way.

...wait, is this what you guys were muttering about through the fucking tattered curtain like I couldn't hear every goddamn word you were say--

...

You know what, let's just say there's blame to go around and not focus on any individual Who Knew What and When, and move along to the important bits.

Wait, is...

...is this the Time Egg? Are we going to go get Garl?

I think we're going to go get Garl.

T-T This is the gallon jug of cookies he made for us. He was our bestie and we love him dearly. T-T

Shut the fuck up and get in the door before I shove you through GARL WE'RE COMING

T-T We'll be back with our plus one or the cosmos will know a fury that makes World Eaters seem quaint.

This is it. The moment of time Resh'an created by stretching out recursive loops of an infinitesimally small duration, right at the moment before Garl took his fatal injury.

Aephorul thought he did that so they could have some time to talk. But it was just more cheating, because fuck him. Get denied your rightful compensation for our violation of your rules, asshole.

We may have to be sneaky about this since Aephorul isn't frozen in time like everything else is. Alright, guys. A little unconventional but you know how we do.

Plan A: Quiet burglary. Plan B: Civil negotiation. Plan C: Hostile negotiation. Plan D: Armed robbery.

We're leaving with Garl. It's up to Aephorul to decide his level of involvement in that.

Hold up, are we going to have to trade you for Garl? Is that how this works? Garl comes with us, and you mold into his form so that you can repeat the actions he carried out in his final moments of life?

Please don't be offended when I say that I accept your sacrifice without hesitation thank you thank you thank you thank you.

Oh. Yeah. That's a good point too. I was treating this like we were trading lives but no, you don't get hurt by things. You're just given the conscious suggestion to behave as if you were harmed. You have a way better shot of tanking that hit than Garl did.

...

I mean. No. I already knew that and that was exactly what I meant when I said I "accept your sacrifice without hesitation", yeah. I, uh, I was already thinking that you were going to live and....

You know what, I made this really awkward and we don't have time. Let's just grab Garl and talk about it later.

Oh wow, when you're staring down the barrel of it like that, that shot is pretty terrifying. Garl is so brave. I am going to give him the biggest hug ever as soon as he's unfrozen from time.

What's the plan for rendezvous if you live through this? Do we meet you at Garl's grave and you ooze through the dirt or... or what?

Y'know, now that I think about it, this isn't even technically cheating. Aephorul was only promised that he could shoot one of us. Resh'an forgot to quantify an amount of harm to be committed. I yelled at him about that earlier.

So as long as someone takes the shot, no rules have been broken. It definitely goes against the spirit of the agreement but the letter is nonetheless satisfied.

Meet you at Garl's grave and you ooze through the dirt. Got it. We're doing Time Egg and Robo replanting the forest. We'll come get you as soon as we get back topside and finish the emotional reunion.

Have, uh... have fun pretending to be dying and basking in all of our tearfelt warm wishes. Oh, don't forget the monocle story. That's important. When we ask, Garl used a monocle to move the platform at Zenith Academy. It took him eight hours to concentrate that much sunlight and there was a night spent halfway up in the air.

Make sure you remember that. It's one of my favorite memories and I don't want it to... I don't know, be erased or something because we changed history? I don't know how time works.

That is the reason that I forgive TIA for abandoning me and no longer hold any hard feelings towards him of any kind. T-T

It's Garl. He gave us back Garl.

Serai your robot is showing he never learned about that

Hi... buddy... You, uh, you might have missed a lo--

*flat* What.

Okay, I was going to tell you not to freak out but it sounds like you have shit you didn't tell me either.

T-T I can't believe this is really happening. I've done so much violence for you. The most violence. With more still to come.

Okay, no. Seriously. What. That's not. That's not how this. This was not a resurrection, this was a temporal rescue. How did....

Did your ghost just Time Bastard you?

Having a very long nap. We should probably go grab him, huh?

I am so freaked out that you don't need anything recapped for you. Unfortunately, I can't question it too much because it's being overridden by my overwhelming relief to see you again.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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I need some Jack Hughes angst please

Toxic

Angst: 21. “When did we become so toxic?” & 10. “xxx and we are done”

-Sad Ending-

Jack and I just left the honeymoon period. We have been going in circles following this non-stop loop, We fight, we break up, one of us apologizes (typically sex driven apologies), we come back, he are happy, then we fight and the circle goes on and on. I don’t know what changed but we went from glued to the hip to wanted almost nothing to do with eachother. There isn’t one thing in particular we fight about, but when one of us is slightly annoyed with one another, it’s known. At first, we were good at keeping it pretty private when we fought, but Jack has been more comfortable with fighting in front of friends and his family.

Tonight Jack and I made plans to stay in and have a movie night since he is getting back from a road trip. I cleaned the apartment and search through Pinterest to find something nice to cook supper waiting for him to arrive. He said earlier he would be home right before supper, and it is getting close to the time we usually eat so I picked a random recipe that ended up being quite fancy.

Jack doesn’t come home for supper and I called and texted him about 5 times because I was starting to get worried. I heard nothing. I didn’t put the supper away i just threw it out before getting ready for bed.

Around 1am I hear the front door open and close waking me up. I hear Jack open the fridge and search around before grabbing a beer. I could tell he was drunk by how loud his feet fit the floor as he made his way around the kitchen. He comes into the room slamming the door behind him making me jump. I sit up in bed and look at him. “You moving or something” Jack says holding my laptop in his hands

“What are you talking about Jack?” I say tired of this.

“Stop acting stupid Y/n” He says throwing my laptop towards me. I lands beside me then starts to slowly slip off the bed

“Jesus Christ Jack! Be careful!” I say catching my laptop before falling off, “I can’t just go out and buy a new one!” I say as Jack opens my laptop setting it on my lap. The tab that is open was a Zillow page of 1 bedroom apartments in outside of New York.

“Why are you saving up?” he says. “When you going?, HUH?! When you leaving Y/n” he continues getting louder

“Do not yell at me. Not tonight!” I say back, “I haven’t even been on my laptop in two weeks. Remember two weeks ago? The last time you were a total jackass!” I say in defense starting to raise my voice. Jack shakes his head and lets out a dark almost mean chuckle

“You’re going to blame me?” he says, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Yes Jack, I am going to blame you!” I say, usually by now I would start crying but I am way too fired up. “What happened to our night in tonight? I was here, where were you?”

“Oh come on, you are starting this with me right now because I went out with my friends instead of babysitting my girlfriend?” he says, “Fine, leave! I don’t care!” he says throwing his hands in the air walking out of the room.

Without saying a word I grabbed a bag and start to grab things stuffing as much as I can. I make my way down the hall and head towards the front door. As I am putting on my jacket, Jack looks back at me and says “Holy fuck! You are actually leaving instead of trying to work this out? Wow!” he says standing up “Wow Y/n. Grow the fuck up!” I look at him from across the room with no expression on my face. I grab my car keys from the hook on the side and open the door. “Step out that door and we are done” Jack warns. I look at him shaking my head before leaving slamming the door behind me.

I make my way down to my car, and almost automatically cry as I am sitting there staring inside the parking garage. When I finally cleared my eyes I went down the street to the closest hotel since it was too late to bother any of my friends. In the morning I woke up and went back to the apartment to get more of my stuff. I strategically waited until Jack’s morning skate before going up.

I enter the apartment and and see Jack in the kitchen, “Hey babe” he says sadly wrapping me in his arms but I don’t hug him back. “I’m sorry about last night” he says through his lips pressed in my hair. When he lets go he looks at me confused. “What’s wrong?” he questions. I wanted to scream are you freaking stupid, but this is apart of that never ending cycle.

“I thought you were at morning skate” I start avoiding his eyes, “I’m coming to get some more of my stuff” I continued with tears threatening to fall.

“No no no no. Y/n it was a little fight. I apologized, and I won't forget again” he says knowing I am serious.

“I can’t do this anymore” I say quietly pushing past him and entering the bedroom. He follows behind me. I pack a couple bags and Jack quietly watches. I avoid looking at him while trying to gather my things until I start to pile some stuff at the door. When I look over at Jack sitting on the bed he is looking at me with tears falling down his face. I drop my bags and sit beside him on the bed. I wrap my arms around him and he covers his face in my chest letting the tears fall. I rest my chin softly on his head before saying “When did we become so toxic?”, Jack lifts his head and looks at me. I do everything not to give in. I have never seen Jack so hurt. He clears his throat and looks at me.

“What can I do?” He says, “Please Y/n, please, tell me how I can make this better” he says sniffling. I stand and look down at him tears now filling my eyes.

“We just need a little time apart” I say before picking up some of my bags and leaving.

#jack hughes imagine #jack hughes #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

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outerbankies · 2 years

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new light: don’t worry baby — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: running into rafe cameron unexpectedly leads to reminiscing on the old days, and a reminder of why you put a wall up.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drugs

a/n: thank you for 1700 followers! 🥰 it will be apparent when you start reading but this is set in college, about a year before the ✨new light summer✨

“Fred, I really thought we were done having this conversation.”

“We would be—we should be. But you aren’t listening to me.”

If you weren’t currently navigating an incredibly windy road in an Outer Banks downpour, maybe the windiest one, you wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to roll your eyes. But your visibility was already poor, the rain pelting your windshield so intensely your wipers were barely doing enough on their fastest setting. You can hardly hear your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—over the sound of it, but he’s trying anyway.

“We broke up two weeks ago,” you sigh, slowing down even more as another turn comes up. “Why would I still be coming home with you? All the way out in June?”

“Because,” Frederick says slowly, tone dripping with condescension. Even with all of the distraction in your environment, it’s still easy to remember why you two are no longer an item. He never made you feel like an equal to him, more like something to be handled—something he wanted to fit into his life because it made sense to him. “I told my parents I was bringing you, and you know I hate being a liar.”

“Frederick, it’s not like you would be lying,” you ask. “Things happen. How can they even be expecting me to come anymore?”

“Maybe, just maybe, because when they came to campus to meet you, you said you would,” he accuses.

That had been the most awkward night of your life, by far. Barely two months into your relationship, Frederick had sprung his parents on you—literally. He picked you up for dinner, and after insisting you change your dress not once, but two times, failed to mention your reservation was for four, and not two. They were the kind of nice that you could see right through, overly-so, to the point where it was transparent. You wondered how you hadn’t seen it with their son. Maybe you had, and didn’t want to admit it.

“Hell no,” Frederick scoffs. “Did you tell your parents?”

Aggravated as you are, you don’t have the heart to tell him that your three-month fling was hardly important enough to put on your parents’ radar. You might have told them this weekend, when you were home, but things didn’t make it that far. “Yeah, they know.”

“Wow,” he says, his voice softer on the speaker in your car. A rare moment of vulnerability from him, that came so few and far between in the time you dated that you never really felt like you were getting to know him, but just getting used to the idea of what it means to be with him. “So this is like, it, huh?”

That throws you for a loop, because for all of the ways you never seemed to be on the same page with him, you thought your breakup was pretty final. It doesn’t really get more final than a front porch discussion after weeks of feeling like this was going nowhere. “I mean, yeah, Frederick. Did you think it wasn’t? I hope I didn’t give you that idea.”

“I just thought you’d honor the commitment,” he says.

“What do you—what? Fred, we aren’t together. Why would I come home with you, three months from now, for a family event?”

“Because I asked you to come! And you said yes, and I told my family. I can’t show up alone after that, Y/n/n.”

A crack of thunder brings you back to the car, the road, the rain, the dangers of distraction. You feel your shoulders jump involuntarily, your car jerking slightly with the movement. “Fuck. Okay, Fred, I’m sorry—I am, but it’s raining, and—”

“I can barely hear you, Y/n,” Frederick says a little harshly, and you can picture him rolling his eyes. “Can you go somewhere quieter?”

“I know, I’m sorry, but the rain—”

“What? Look, are you coming or not?”

“Frederick, I just don’t—fuck!”

Unless your hometown suddenly became a hot spot for earth quakes, you’re pretty sure the tire underneath you had just popped. You mutter expletives while your mind practically dissolves in fear, but you’re able to pull your car off the road and into the grass—smashing your hazard lights button and taking a series of deep breathes, your hands shaking.

“Call me back when you have a different answer, alright?”

“Wait, wait, Fred, I think I just hit a nail—o-or, I don’t know, but—can you just, just stay on the phone with me, or—”

“Y/n, it’s literally so hard to hear you right now. I feel like I’m just talking circles around you anyway. Call me back, or fucking don’t, I guess, I don’t even know anymore.”

The rain sounds even louder once the call clicks off. The playlist you’d had on continues once again, and you almost feel like crying because you’re so rattled by the conversation, your tire, the insane weather—all at once, it’s just so much.

Your parents and brother went to the mainland for the afternoon—you passed, because you had a dentist appointment (which was also the only reason you came home this weekend, but a hug from your dad after a breakup was a convincing factor in an of itself; you wish he could hug you right now).

After a five minute pause to lean your head on your steering wheel, you mentally prepare yourself to get out of the car. It wasn’t raining when you left this morning so you are ill-prepared for the weather, wearing bike shorts and a crew neck sweater thats quickly drenched when you face the rain, and—yep, definitely flat.

When you call the mechanic, he informs you the tow will take two hours, because apparently you weren’t the only driver on the island struggling with the weather—and you throw your woefully unhelpful Triple A card into the cup holder once you hang up.

—

“You’ll be back by dinner time, yes? You know your dad wants you there.”

“Comin’ straight home after I get my car, Rose,” Rafe says, trying in earnest not to sound annoyed at Rose’s reminder. Because it had to be about the fifth one this morning, and the third in this car ride to the mechanic’s alone. “Promise I’ll be there.”

“This one is important to him, Rafe,” she presses, pulling into the parking lot.

“I know,” Rafe says. “I’ll be on time, wearing my Sunday best.”

Rose rolls her eyes, but she cracks the smallest smile. “Alright, see you at home.”

Rafe practically jogs across the parking lot and into the garage after thanking Rose for the ride, ripping off his hood as soon as he’s inside. His family’s mechanic (and almost every other Figure 8 family’s mechanic), Lou, is busy on the phone, so he bides his time with hands stuffed in his pockets, craning his neck until he sees his truck parked in the back, looking well and fixed.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Lou says into the phone, flipping through some papers on his counter. “It could take a while. All my guys are out. Weather’s crazy—you’d think we’d be ‘bout used to it by now, huh? Well, I’ll get someone out there soon as I can, so sit tight. I’ll call you in an hour or so to check-in, alright?”

He sets the phone down into the receiver, breaking out into a smile when he spots Rafe. “Rafe Cameron. How are you, boy?”

Rafe meets his handshake when Lou comes around the counter, smiling back at him. “Good, I’m good. You?”

“Well, I’m just fine. Although, can’t figure out why you’d bring your car all the way back here to be serviced. You know they have mechanics in Georgia, don’t you?” Lou jokes, rifling through the drawers for Rafe’s keys. “I’m sure I could give you a recommendation.”

“Nah,” Rafe says, leaning his elbows on the counter. “Why would I need that when I have you?”

“Silly,” Lou says, chuckling, sliding Rafe his keys and turning back to his computer. “Let me find your paperwork and you’ll be all set.”

Rafe swings his keys around on his forefinger before a clap of thunder booms throughout the garage. He glances behind his shoulder at the rain pouring down, visible through the open doors. “Man, it’s coming down out there.”

“Isn’t it?” Lou says.

“You guys busy?”

“Slammed. Roads are flooding. Every tow truck’s out right now. All two of ‘em,” Lou laughs, ripping the receipt off of the printer. “Poor Y/l/n girl is stuck out there on Elder’s Pass.”

Rafe drops his keys to the countertop, standing up straight. “Y/n?”

“Mhm. Will’s daughter,” Lou says, looking at Rafe expectantly when he doesn’t take the pen Lou offers him. Rafe shakes his head, taking the pen and examining the receipt closely. He never usually would, he never has, he trusts Lou. He’s been taking his car here since he could drive. But his ears are ringing at the mention of your name, his hand tightening around the pen. He didn’t even know you were home. “Poor thing just needs a tire change. Must’ve ran something over. Not worth it to drive on three wheels in this.”

“No, you’re right. But… so she’s just she’s just sitting out there right now?” Rafe asks carefully. Another clap of thunder sounds, and Rafe chews his bottom lip between his teeth as he looks outside once again. It was pouring by now.

“Yeah, ’til we can get someone out to her. Doubt she can change a tire herself,” Lou chuckles. Rafe would laugh along, because Lou is definitely right, but he can’t right now, thinking about you sitting out there all alone. “Your age, right? You two were friends?”

“Yeah, uh—yeah,” Rafe says, his feet backing him away from the counter and toward where his truck was parked. “Friends. You said she was out on Elder’s Pass?”

“Yep,” Lou says, already turning back to his desk. “Hell of a place to get stuck in a storm like this, all those curves.”

“Yeah,” Rafe says, his pace picking up with the rain. He knows that road. He knows you hate that road. “See ya, Lou!”

“See ya. Careful out there!”

—

The rain got worse as the minutes ticked by. Louder, heavier. You could barely see anything by the time a pair of headlights reflect in your side mirror.

It’s not a tow-truck from Lou’s but it’s definitely a person, a person getting out of his car and booking it in the rain toward your driver’s side window, hardly checking for traffic that thankfully isn’t coming.

Your hand moves to the door lock instinctively, heartbeat picking up in your chest as you squint at your mirror, trying to make anything out in the rain.

But you’d recognize that blue parka anywhere.

Rafe Cameron taps on your window softly with two fingers, aforementioned parka pulled tight over his head, a baseball cap peeking out. You try to fix your fish mouth before you lower the window. “Rafe? What are you—”

“Are you alright?” he says, voice raised so he can be heard over the rain.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. My tire’s flat, but I’m okay.”

“Okay, uh,” he says, looking up at the sky. “I think this is a cloud burst. Hopefully it’ll pass in a half hour or so, and then I can change it for you. You have your spare kit still, right?”

“Oh, Lou’s coming. I called,” you say, watching droplets of water collect and fall from the brim of his red cap.

“I know, I was just at his. He told me you were out here,” Rafe says, voice lowering. “But it’ll take forever, Y/n/n. Really, if we just wait it out in my truck, I can change it for you no problem.”

“Rafe…” You’re speechless beyond that, because you haven’t seen Rafe in months, probably. You had no idea he was even home like you were this weekend. And yet you can’t find yourself the tiniest bit surprised that he turned up right in your lap, here to save the day like he always did.

“Y/n. Kinda soaked to the bone here.”

“Sorry, fuck. Sorry, yes, Here, you can get in my car, so your seats don’t get all wet,” you say, unlocking the door, shying away from the water that’s splashing into your car from the open window.

“Come to mine. I have leather seats. And beach towels,” he laughs, blinking rain drops off of his eyelashes. One trails down his tanned cheek slowly, but he wipes it away before it can reach his pink lips as you were anticipating.

“Okay,” you nod. You roll up your window, and realize that Rafe is still waiting out in the rain for you, so you hastily gather your phone and keys before opening the door. Your crewneck doesn’t have a hood, so you use both hands to cover your hair as much as you can as the two of you rush to the silver truck. Rafe stays between you and the road the entire way, before a hand on your back guides you to the passenger side.

You climb inside, lamenting the way your already soaked clothes and hair drip onto Rafe’s nice car seats, even though he said it was fine.

“Jesus, wow,” Rafe says, once he’s shut you in and climbed into his own seat. He tears off his parka, throwing it into the backseat. He twists around to fish out the towels he’d been talking about, and you purposely shift your gaze away from the strip of skin exposed by his t-shirt when he does. The fabric is partially wet so it sticks to his skin, that’s glistening just slightly. You hadn’t seen him in a while. “Here.”

You smile awkwardly as you accept the towel, rubbing it over your hair and then flipping down his visor to check your mascara hadn’t run too much. “Thanks.”

“‘Course. You warm enough? I’ll run the heat.”

A shiver runs down your spine at that but you just wrap the towel around your shoulders, shaking your head. “Don’t waste your battery.”

“It’s no problem,” Rafe says, taking his cap off and throwing it onto the dash before running the engine to get the heater going. He reaches over to the side of the panel that controls your half of the car, turning on your seat warmer, too. “Not like you dressed for the weather, so, least I can do.”

“Excuse you,” you laugh in surprise.

“No, really,” he continues. “Did you even check the weather this morning? Or are you too California now?”

And you can’t help but laugh because it’s just so Rafe, to sit across from you after he very casually came to your aid across the island because he heard you needed help, knows you hate this road and driving in the rain, and then make fun of you right after like none of the previous is true. His smile warms you to your toes, god, you missed him.

“You’re the one wearing shorts and fucking top-siders! Are those still in in Georgia? Thought you would’ve left the Sperry’s in high school.”

“How every dare you, Y/l/n,” he says, hand pressed to his chest in mock offense. “I practically rescue you—”

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh.

“You were damsel in distressing hard core, kid,” he says, flicking his head toward your car. “Why are you even out here? Why are you even home?”

“Dentist appointment and dentist appointment,” you say, flashing him a smile. “Missed my parents and dog, too. Felt like a good excuse to come home. You?”

“My dad had a thing,” Rafe says, and you just hum in recognition, not pushing it any further. You never did when it came to Ward. “Wanted to get my truck looked at, too. It was making a noise the whole way home.”

You nod, feeling the engine purr underneath you for the first time. “Ah, that makes me feel great about sitting in your car right now.”

“Relax. I was picking it up after service. That’s, um, how I heard about you being out here. Lou told me it was you, and this road’s kinda weird, you know, so I just thought I’d come see if I… yeah,” he says. The faintest blush blooms across his cheeks, and you fiddle with your hair, flipping the visor back up. Rafe pats the dash, the sound breaking the slightly awkward lull in conversation. “But anyway, she’s all good now.”

“That’s good. And thanks for coming, by the way. I hate this road, I don’t know why I took it,” you sigh. “Trying to romanticize my hometown too hard.”

Rafe laughs loudly. “Here, let me get some music going. Maybe that’ll help.”

You smile at him wordlessly as music fills the car, and he quirks an eyebrow.

“What?”

You wince, smile shifting into a cringe. “You and your dad music.”

“The Beach Boys are not dad music,” he counters.

“My dad listens to the Beach Boys.”

“I always knew Will had taste. How else would you romanticize the Outer Banks? We technically live on an island,” he explains, sounding far too technical. He breaks out into a shit-eating grin. “You know, ‘paradise on earth.’”

“This weather and the nail in my tire is really selling that slogan right now,” you say. But you just sit back as the next song kicks on, tapping your fingers against your thigh to the rhythm. The rain isn’t letting up, for now, but you’re warm again, nearly dry, and in a car with Rafe Cameron.

“Man, I fuckin’ missed you, Y/n/n.”

You turn and Rafe’s looking at you, looks like he has been for a while. His eyes are soft, his damp hair hanging over them slightly, but you can still see everything. You can still feel every feeling this boy made you feel, ones that you’d memorized one day but assumed you’d forget by now, flooding your body, nervous system, whatever—something, so quickly and so powerfully that any response you through you might have—any remark, joke, anything—is just gone from your mind and you can only think of one thing to say back. It makes you feel raw and open under his gaze, because it’s the truth. “I missed you too, Rafe.”

—

“You did not teach me how to drive.”

“I mean,” Rafe sucks his teeth, rubbing a dramatic hand over the scruff on his chin. He would’ve shaved if he knew he’d be seeing you today. Then again, he wasn’t exactly forced to drop everything and drive to Elder’s Pass and wait out a rain storm with you when his time might be better spent prepping for that dinner thing he can’t seem to care about any more. “I definitely did, though.”

Your nose crinkles up, but Rafe sees that hint of a smile on your lips. You’re remembering the impromptu driving lessons Rafe had roped you into after you cancelled your third straight road test appointment at the DMV because of nerves. You’d spun him around Figure Eight about ten times, and Rafe convinced you to push about one mile closer to the residential speed limit with every loop. “You did not!”

“And clearly I did a horrible job,” Rafe continues, gesturing to your Range Rover, sunken down on one side. “Can’t even avoid a little nail? Shocked they even gave you the license.”

“They didn’t really cover that in my course. Instructor was kind of a dud,” you quip, lip pulled between your teeth and eyebrows raised in mischief when Rafe scoffs.

“Yet here I am to save you.”

“Here you are,” you agree coyly.

The moment snaps in half when your phone, discarded in the cupholder, buzzes incessantly. You take one glance at the screen and roll your eyes, silencing it immediately. But it goes off again and Rafe clears his throat awkwardly as you repeat the motions. “Parents wondering where you are?”

“No,” you say quietly. Rafe doesn’t mean to pry, but there isn’t much else to do that stops him from raising his eyebrows expectantly. “My ex.”

“Oh.”

“I was on the phone with him earlier, when I—y’know,” you trail off. You tuck the phone in your pocket, and Rafe distracts himself with watching a raindrop slide down the driver’s side window, collecting more drops on its way down.

“You can answer it. I don’t mind,” Rafe says, before he can think of anything else to say.

“No, I’m good. I might call him back later,” you say, not sounding too perplexed over it.

“Is this like… I dunno,” Rafe blurts.

“What?”

“Is he like, an ex-ex, or is there like, a chance—”

“Oh, fuck no,” you laugh, the sound startling Rafe. He looks back over at you and you have an arm propped up on his center console, eyes hidden by your hand, but he can still see the grin. “No. No chance.”

“Are you guys still friends?”

“Not really. He’s in my major, which sucks. Horrible idea, don’t recommend,” you laugh.

Rafe knew he saw some guy around on your Instagram, but you were always pretty coy on social media. He could never tell for sure; Kelce didn’t say anything, and Rafe didn’t dare ask. Topper and Kelce knowing about his crush on you for all of high school was already embarrassing enough, he didn’t need it known that there was any sense of lingering curiosity, some what ifs or well maybe one days he could never get to quiet. The proximity was only making it worse.

“He sounds great.”

“The greatest,” you remark, rolling your eyes.

“So it wasn’t a good phone call?” Rafe tries.

You groan, and Rafe thinks he’s fucked it all, but then you turn to face him, leg propped up on the seat and knee digging into the back of it. “When we were dating still, he asked me to come to this family wedding this summer. I said yes, but then when we broke up I just assumed we wouldn’t be going, right? And then he texted me about the flights last night, and I’m like, ‘what the fuck? What flights?’”

“Oh no,” Rafe grimaces. “He didn’t book them already, did he?”

“No, because he wanted my input on economy versus economy plus,” you say, lips pulling into a tiny smile.

“Oh, so he’s a cheapskate, too?”

“Leave him alone. He didn’t grow up on Figure Eight.”

“Alright,” Rafe rolls his eyes. “He calls you up about uncomfortable plane seats with no leg room or free drinks or hot towels. What’d you say?”

“Well, no, obviously?”

“It’s the towels, isn’t it? The deal breaker? Or maybe the drinks,” Rafe says, considering. “I seem to remember you and Gretchen getting bombed on our senior trip.”

Your mouth purses, and Rafe sees you fighting that smile. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“Never, you must have forgotten. But, okay, he calls you up, you say no, and then…? How did we get where we are now?”

“No, he just,” you trail off, eyes falling to where your nails pick at each other. “I don’t know. He was just yelling about how I made a promise and whatever. I think he’s mostly concerned about what his parents will think.”

“Relatable,” Rafe quips, but you don’t crack a smile. “He was a dick, wasn’t he?”

And it should give Rafe a sense of satisfaction he supposes, to hear about the guy he’d wondered about being a complete asshole who couldn’t keep you long. But it doesn’t. The crestfallen look on your face actually feels like the opposite, like a gut punch or the wind knocked out of his lungs. “A little bit. Got worse once we broke up, clearly. It’s my own fault. I probably never should’ve went out with him in the first place.”

“So he’s an ex-ex.”

“An ex-ex-ex-fucking-ex,” you laugh. “It never felt like, real? I was just… all my best friends have significant others right now, and it’s like, we’re all hanging out together at the house or whatever and everyone’s all coupled up and I was just… there? Or even when we’d go out I’d just see them with their boyfriends and, I dunno. It felt good to fit in for a second but I never really felt that longing I always pictured I would. He just wasn’t it for me. Not even close.”

“Do you believe in that?”

Your head rests on the seat, your eyes curious upon him. “Believe in what?”

“An ‘it.’ Someone being ‘it.’” Rafe clarifies.

You duck your head down, picking at your nails again. “Yeah, like one hundred percent.” Rafe hums, and you narrow your eyes. “Is that silly?”

“No,” Rafe says. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Do you believe in it?”

Rafe nods slowly, his lip coming out from where it’d been caught between his teeth without his realization. “Yeah, I do. Someone for everyone and all that.”

“No, that isn’t the same thing.”

“What do you mean it isn’t the same thing?” Rafe says.

“There’s like the concept of someone being it for you and then the concept of everyone being able to find someone, copy?”

Rafe smiles. “Not at all, Y/l/n. Do tell.”

“I don’t know, Rafe. It’s like—when you find that person, that’s not someone. That’s the one,” you describe.

“Okay, but could there be more than one?”

“How do you mean?”

“Like,” Rafe sighs. He slides down in his seat, turning away from you. The rain is lessening up now, he can tell from the front windshield. “I dunno. What if you think you find the one, but for whatever reason, it doesn’t work out. Would you ever be able to find another?”

“Hm, good one,” you say. “Well. Maybe they weren’t your one then.”

Rafe doubts it. He watches you fuss with your hair and the towel again, exposing more skin on your neck, and he really doubts it. “I’m sorry he wasn’t your one.”

“I’m not. But it’s whatever,” you shrug, but Rafe can tell it probably kind of isn’t. You loved too hard. “What about you? Breaking hearts down in Georgia, I suppose?”

“Oh god,” Rafe says, smiling despite himself because that couldn’t be further from the truth. “You know I like to fly solo these days.”

“Someone’s gonna pin you down one day,” you say. The statement hangs heavy in the silence between you two, which makes Rafe realize the silence at all. The rain’s stopped.

“Enough of that,” Rafe says, opening his door. “C’mon, Y/l/n. I’m gonna teach you how to change a tire.”

—

As it turns out, Rafe teaching you how to change a tire looks a lot like Rafe doing all of the work while you try your best to follow along. And even though you try your hardest, it’s difficult when he’s all biceps stretching out his t-shirt sleeves and nimble fingers working expertly and, god, the one time he swipes the back of his forehead with the bottom of his t-shirt and you literally have to pretend to stare at the puddles on ground.

“You’re not getting any of this, are you?” he jokes, smiling up at you.

“I’m trying, but this is probably the furthest thing from my forte,” you admit, though you know he can’t be surprised.

“It’s probably just as well,” Rafe says. “Doubt you’ll ever have to change your own tire.”

“You did a fantastic job, from what I can tell.”

Rafe chuckles, standing when he’s finished. He kicks it with his shoe, as if to show you it’s sound—as if you wouldn’t trust him. “It’s good to drive around on for a little. But I’d take it in as soon as you can.”

“I fly back soon, so I’ll probably have Dylan do it for me this week,” you say, thinking out loud.

“How is he?” Rafe asks, adjusting the hat on his head, packing the tools back up. “Did he make varsity this year?”

You’re thrown off by the kindness of his remembrance, but hardly surprised. “Yeah, he did. Of course, now he’s gunning for the captaincy as a junior.”

“I’m sure he is,” Rafe laughs. “And Wilbur?”

“Adorable as ever. What about Sarah and Wheezie?”

“Good, Sarah’s debut is this summer. Can you believe she’s even old enough?” Rafe says, putting the tool set and your deceased tire back in your trunk. He shuts it, crossing his arms before looking at you again. “Makes me feel ancient.”

You giggle, but you suppose you can relate, having a brother the very same age. He’d probably be an escort this summer—you really wish you’d be home to tease him about it. “Does Ward have her escort picked out yet?”

“That’s actually a very sensitive topic at Tannyhill, currently,” Rafe says conspiratorially. When you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, he goes on. “Did I tell you about the pogue she started dating, last summer?”

“No,” you gasp, smiling at the scandal of it all. “No way.”

“I’m not even surprised. Sarah’s never cared what he thought,” Rafe says, and you detect a hint of pride in his tone. “But she’s really going for it with this one.”

“Ward will get over it. Besides,” you sigh, stretching your arms over your head casually. “Not like he can be any worse than my escort.”

Rafe scoffs. “I was fucking great. A true gentleman. Literally the only reason you didn’t trip in those heels. What do you mean?”

“I’m pretty sure you showed up to the last rehearsal stoned.”

“We—we all did! You did!” Rafe accuses. Of course he’s correct—you were in fact all incredibly high, taking turns with a bottle of Visine on the way back from the quarry at the Island Club. If Rafe hadn’t let you hide behind his broad frame during the waltz, you’re sure you would’ve been found out. Your tells were always more obvious than his.

“I was a deb, I’m pretty sure I was allowed to,” you say, like that means anything.

“Oh, my mistake,” Rafe says, brushing past you, collecting the towel he’d had bunched up on the ground to kneel on while he got to work. He slings it over his shoulder. “Pretty sure your parents couldn’t stand me though.”

“No, they—you,” you fumble, suddenly very interested in the ground. “It wasn’t like that.”

Looking back, it’s hard to believe Rafe was even your escort at all. First of all, the girls had to ask the boys—not your forte, not in the slightest. And all of the suggestions your mom had made (of course, based on other moms she’d already talked to and made arrangements with) were boys you didn’t like very much or didn’t know well at all. Margot had already stolen Kelce, your go-to, and Topper had been snatched up by Emily. So really, it was kismet, the morning after that year’s Midsummers—the deadline your mother had given you for picking someone before she picked for you.

“Have you decided? You seemed far too busy running off with Ward Cameron’s son last night to make the rounds with the gentlemen I suggested for you,” your mother had said primly, eagle eyed behind her cup of tea at breakfast that day.

“Ward’s boy? Rafe?” your dad had asked, suddenly interested enough to put down his newspaper. You ignore him.

“Mom, my dress was ruined after that waiter spilled on me. I was embarrassed, you guys were busy, Rafe took me home,” you explained, for what felt like the millionth time since the night before.

“Oh, lovely. Maybe he can take you to the deb ball, too,” she laughed, brushing imaginary crumbs off of her skirt.

You know exactly why you hadn’t though of that before—but why hadn’t you thought about that before? “I’ll ask him.”

You’d skipped right upstairs to text Rafe and seal the deal, momentarily terrified he’d say no—or worse, that he was already escorting someone else. But Rafe’s text came back almost immediately:

It would be an honor, Y/l/n

Promise I won’t let any clumsy waiters within a ten foot radius

Rafe’s usual, flirty banter had made you realize for the first time that as much as this was about you getting to choose for yourself, go with someone you actually enjoyed spending time with and not just who your mom could see you marrying one day, this was you and Rafe Cameron going to an event together, as dates. He was your date. There would be dancing.

“Maybe just your mom,” present-day Rafe concedes, bringing you back to the moment. “She still scares me.”

“You and me both,” you admit.

“You gonna be around this summer?” Rafe asks. “Pretty sure everyone’s coming back.”

You wince sadly, and he smiles anyway. “No, I’m working in California. I might come by for a week or two toward the beginning or end, though, if I can swing it.”

“Figure 8 could only be so lucky,” Rafe teases. “That sucks, though. Summer probably won’t be the same.”

“I’m sure you’ll all be fine,” you say. “I’ll miss it though.”

And miss it you will, but just being in Rafe’s general proximity for the last hour or so has reminded you why the space was good. Why the distance was good.

The mostly natural, if only a little bit forced, growing apart of two high school friends, the living different lives on different coasts—it was all good for the teenager inside of you that was always overtly fond of the boy in front of you. The debutante who watched her escort with stars in her eyes, so bright you have no idea how he never saw them. She was terrified, enamored, maybe even a little bit in love.

Rafe was intoxicating, and being around him again almost felt like a relapse.

It felt like you should call Frederick, maybe say yes to that wedding after all. Remind yourself of the more realistic version of your future.

“It’ll miss you, too,” Rafe says heavily, and all you can do is stare for a moment.

“I should let you get going,” you say quickly. Why was it that years later, Rafe is still right there when you need him? He’s safe, and dependable, and he reminds you of home—things that should endear you to him and do, they really really do. They always have. “I’ve put you out long enough.”

“It’s no problem at all,” he assures, not even slightly clued in to your internal turmoil. “Really.”

You smile, climbing back inside of your car, while Rafe hangs around, presumably to watch you leave.

“Are you gonna tell your ex to fuck off?” he asks suddenly, causing a laugh to bubble up in your throat. But you shrug.

“I don’t know. It’s in Napa, and you know I love wine,” you joke, but his face is stone. Dirty beach towel over his shoulder, black streaks all over his hands and arms.

“Don’t let boys yell at you over the phone, alright?” he asks, then ruffles your hair. “And don’t go to Napa.”

You can only nod as he shuts your door for you, stepping back to give you room to pull away. Rafe seems satisfied with your answer, smiling where he stands with his hands tucked into his pockets, eyes never leaving your car as he watches you leave.

You would know, because you can’t stop looking in the rear view.

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Could you do a fic where reader has a massive migraine and loki is just there helping them feel better and yknow just being like all parenty

A/N: ....sorry for disappearing for, like, ever. I got COVID mid-July, and am only just now feeling clear enough in my brain to focus on writing and editing, so have this fic that I’ve been working on for literally a month. Thanks for hanging in there!

WC: 1504

Rating: G

TW: None

You heaved a sigh, picking up your pillow and putting it over your head, as though the fabric and feathers would block out every bit of sound and light that was currently making you feel as though you’d been hit by a train that kept looping back around to run you over again and again.

It wasn’t often that you got migraines. You’d never had them with the same consistency that you knew some people did, nor were they something you’d ever particularly been worried about when discussing with a doctor at physicals or exams, but when they did occur… It was rough.

This particular migraine, you’d decided, had already taken the cake for the worst one you’d ever had, with an intensity that had set in as soon as you’d opened your eyes that morning, and it only seemed to be getting worse as they day went on. You hadn’t even been able to make it out of the bed to get breakfast, and you were certain that had been hours ago, or maybe days ago, you weren’t entirely certain, at this point.

All you knew was that your head was pounding, the light hurt, and every single sound, no matter how quiet, felt like it was splitting your head right in two.

“You’ll suffocate yourself if you fall asleep like that, you know. Can I watch?”

You’d recognize Loki’s teasing lilt anywhere, and while you didn’t appreciate their jab at you, you couldn’t help but to be relieved that someone had noticed you hadn’t come out of your room yet.

You weighed the pros and cons of trying to sit up, or even just remove the pillow from your head, but you couldn’t seem to get your arms to move one way or the other, and a small part of you figured that was probably for the better.

“Go ahead. It’ll end my suffering, and you’ll get a fun show in the process.” You spoke in the softest voice you could manage, and even that felt entirely too loud.

Loki remained silent for a moment, and you could practically feel Loki furrow their brow before they spoke.

“Suffering? Is something the matter?”

You gave a pitiful groan that came out more of a whine. “I have the migraine of the millennia.”

“Wow, the whole millennia, huh?” Loki had softened their voice to match yours, and you appreciated it, even though you still winced at the sound of it. You heard the soft padding of their feet against the carpet, and then the next moment you felt the bed shift as Loki presumably sat next to you. “Have you eaten anything? I’ll go get you some food, and a glass of cold water. But first let me close all these curtains and make sure it’s nice and dim in here for you. Yes?”

Loki was babying you, and it was almost enough to make you laugh, if you weren’t certain the sound would feel like a screwdriver digging into the base of your skull. Instead, you gave another pathetic little whimper.

“Alright. You just stay here. I’ll fix everything right up for you.”

It wasn’t that you’d never seen Loki act like this before. It was sort of law that, out of everyone at the Compound, if Loki was going to act parental to anyone, it would be you. And while you appreciated it immensely, it felt a little weird, having them take care of you like this. Usually you were the one being obsessive over everyone’s wants and needs. But you had to admit, it felt nice to let yourself be taken care of, for once.

You laid as still as possible in a meager attempt not to jostle yourself and make your migraine worse, and you were able to listen as Loki shuffled around the room, fiddling with the blinds and curtains and then closing what you assumed was your bedroom door.

“There we are… It’s quite dim in here now, do you want to try moving the pillow and seeing if you can manage?”

You nodded, and then realized that Loki most likely couldn’t see you doing so. “…yeah.”

“Yeah? Here we are.” You felt Loki put a gentle hand on your arm to help you sit up, and you let them guide you as pushed yourself up, letting the pillow simply fall down into your lap.

It wasn’t bad. Actually, they’d managed to get your room surprisingly dark. The only light in the room was the small lamp on your desk, and even that, Loki had turned so that it was facing the wall and instead giving off a much more dim glow rather than a direct source of light.

“Better?”

You nodded, and then winced when that only made your head feel worse, and Loki nodded along sympathetically.

“Now, you just wait here and rest, and I’ll go get you some food. You’ll be alright.” Loki patted your knee gently, then, and got up from the bed, and you closed your eyes to avoid having to deal with the light from outside, and didn’t open them again until you’d heard the door close behind them.

You heaved a quiet sigh and looked around the room, glancing at the blackout curtains that Loki had drawn closed over your windows, and you silently thanked yourself for whatever foresight had led you to getting them for your room. You sat there for a few long moments before you realized that you couldn’t hear… well, anything. No noises from outside of the room, no ticking from your alarm clock on the bedside table. Nothing.

You briefly wondered if you might have finally lost it, and then resolved to ask Loki what was going on when they got back.

You didn’t have to wait very long for them to return, and when they announced themself quietly, you only grew more confused at your ability to hear them and not anything else.

“How did you get it to be so quiet in here?” you muttered as you gingerly took the plate of food from Loki, who proceeded to sit down on the opposite corner of the bed, watching you intently.

“Oh, I cast a simple noise muffling spell. I should be the only thing you can hear, correct?”

You nodded once, because it still hurt your head to do anything more than that, and looked down at the sandwich, realizing that you were somehow both starving and completely nauseated at the very idea of eating food.

Loki seemed to pick up on this immediately, and gestured to the glass they’d set on your bedside table. “Perhaps the water instead. Do you need the wastebasket, just in case?”

You shrugged a shoulder, only because you knew that would hurt less than shaking or nodding your head, and Loki waved a hand so that the rubbish bin relocated from your desk to your bedside in an instant. You managed a weak smile in response, but still made no move to either eat or pick up the glass of water.

“Drink. You’ll feel better.”

“Oh, you’re a doctor now?” Sick as you felt, you couldn’t not take an opportunity to jab at Loki, who only smiled placidly.

“Just an educated guess.”

“Mm.”

You sat in silence for a few moments longer, looking down at the plate in your lap, and then finally, hesitantly, reached for the glass of water with a sigh. Once you started to drink, you found yourself unable to stop, and within a minute, the glass had been drained entirely.

“There we are.”

You sat the cup back down and looked back at the plate, wondering if you could brave at least a bite.

“Maybe let the water digest for a bit before you try to eat. Cleaning up your vomit is where I draw the line at caretaking, I’m afraid.”

You rolled your eyes, huffing out a soft laugh that you were slightly surprised to find didn’t hurt your head. “Wow, such dedication you’re showcasing. Truly, I’m blessed by the Gods to have someone so set on taking care of me.”

“Oh, you must be feeling better, if you can dish out the sass.”

You grinned. “Maybe just a little bit.”

Loki nodded, but they were smiling, as well, and after a moment, they took the plate from you and set it on the bedside table. “Why don’t you rest some more, and we’ll try eating in a little bit. I’ll stay right here. Alright?”

You huffed out another soft laugh at how Loki was disproving their own insistence about caretaking, and decided not to argue with them, gingerly laying back down and curling up so that you were in the most comfortable position with the least amount of light to bother you. You felt the covers being tucked around you, and couldn’t help but to smile, knowing that Loki was still babying you, even as you closed your eyes and let yourself begin to doze.

“Rest now. Everything’s going to be okay.”

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