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nick allen optioned jonah bride hitting.....narratively i do have to scream
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amsznn · 25 days
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2,000 MILES TO NONE⋆⭒˚.⋆
part 1 — part 2 here
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in which you surprise your bf matt in L.A.
A/N: TYSM for all the love on my last post, def did not expect it but im glad you guys enjoyed the hc’s! chris and nick versions coming soon!
warnings: none, just fluff.
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“hey guys.” you softly spoke into the camera while swinging your legs off the side of your bed. “today’s vlog is gonna be a bit different since im going to be visiting matt in L.A.”
ever since your boyfriend had moved to L.A. to pursue his growing career, your life back at home has felt empty. matt usually visits frequently, but this time was different. you had been apart for close to 4 months. so you took it upon yourself to plan a surprise visit with his brother, nick’s help.
“only nick knows since im pretty sure chris would tell matt by now.” you laugh while placing the camera down on your vanity. “but yeah, im gonna go get ready, call an uber to the airport, then see you guys there!” you waved at the camera before shutting it off and making your way to your bathroom.
while doing your skincare, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous about seeing your boyfriend. sure you guys call often and facetime almost every night, but nothing can compare to his actual presence near you.
you’re snapped out of your daze when you hear your phone vibrating on the counter beside you. you go to reach for it and see the screen lit up with the contact name “matty b 💌.” you answered the call and was met with your boyfriend’s raspy morning voice.
“good morning love.”
“hey baby, how’d you sleep?” you asked while turning the sink on to remove the left over serum on your hand. you could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone before matt answered, “good, but i miss you.”
you smiled with the knowledge of your little secret, but tried to sound just as upset too. “i miss you too, any plans for today?”
“yeah, i think i’m going out with chris today, just not sure where. what about you?” matt asked, secretly wishing he could just stay on the phone with you forever, or even better, be with you.
“im going out with a couple of friends today so i may not be able to talk much, i have to get ready now actually.” you lied coming up with an excuse as to why you wouldn’t be answering and instead be on a plane ride right to him.
“oh okay, well call me before you go to bed. love you, baby.”
“love you more.” you hung up the call and made your way to the shower so you wouldn’t miss your flight.
after all your side quests, you finally made it to the airport. about an hour passed before you finally heard your gate number be called for departure. you quickly sent nick a text before boarding the plane. before you left the house you made sure to shut off your location sharing with matt (which he was definitely suspicious about), but paid no mind to it now since your whole body was erupting with anticipation.
finally,
you would see him.
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you double checked your seat to see if you left anything behind before making your way out of the plane.
upon opening your phone while waiting for your luggage, you saw plenty of text messages and notifications. some left by matt, and some left by nick. nick was letting you know the coast would be clear at their house for two hours since matt and chris went out which was perfect. you click out of nick’s messages, but not before sending him a quick text about being on your way. you didn’t bother looking at matt’s messages since you were going to see him anyways.
“hey guys, i am now in california.” you said making sure to vlog the experience. “i’m waiting for the uber now, pretty sure i’ll be at the triplets house in half an hour?”
while explaining further details, your uber pulled up and you ended the segment of your vlog there. in a matter of time, you would be in your boyfriend’s grasp.
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“nick hurry, im outside!” you spoke into the phone, scanning the area for matt’s car just in case he decided to come home early. your camera was out making sure to get the footage for your viewers.
you could hear shuffling behind the door before it revealed your best friend, nick. “y/n, seriously i missed you so much.” nick said while embracing you in a hug before you could even get into the house. besides missing your boyfriend, you also missed nick and chris deeply. the three of you had formed such a tight friendship that it was hard to see them all leave.
“i missed you more nick.” you smiled, tears threatening to drop, but you refused, you could cry later. “say hi to the vlog.” you said while facing the camera towards nick. he smiled before greeting your viewers while bringing your luggage into his room.
“okay so matt and chris should be here in like 15 minutes, so im thinking you hide in here until further notice.” nick explained and you complied. you both took this time to catch up on everything you’ve missed while being apart, and including some funny footage into your vlog. before you knew it, you could hear the jingling of matt’s key’s before the front door opened. nick brought his finger to his lips and whispered, “come out whenever you’re ready.” before leaving his room to go greet his brothers.
you stood behind the door with your camera recording and facing you. a smile painted your face as you could hear matt’s voice faintly. “have you guys heard from y/n?” he asked his brothers.
“no, why?” nick asked trying to sound normal. “she said she was going out with her friends, then turned her location off. weird right?” matt explained before heading to the fridge to grab a soda.
“super weird.” nick agreed. then chris chimed in saying, “i ‘dunno, last thing she sent me was a fucking deer tiktok.”
matt took a sip of his soda before saying, “i just hope she’s alright.”
upon hearing this, you looked at your camera frowning at the thought of worrying your boyfriend for this long. you thought this was the best moment, so you quietly opened nick’s door and slowly made your way down the stairs.
luckily for you, matt was faced away from you, but chris’ jaw immediately fell open. you quickly made the ‘shush’ motion with your hand but it was too late since matt noticed his brother’s expression before turning his head around.
you smiled while standing at the foot of the stairs before saying, “surprise.”
matt quickly dropped his soda and made his way over to you before engulfing you in the biggest hug ever. his head found it’s way to the crook of your neck, with his arms swirling tightly around your waist. you gestured for chris to grab the camera before you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck.
it wasn’t long until your shoulder was soaked with matt’s tears, and his soaked with yours. you laughed at the realization of finally being in his arms. the security you felt upon being in matt’s arms could compare to no other. being apart for so long only made your love for each other stronger as you both strived to wait it out until you’d finally reunite again.
to finally be with your person.
“i missed you so much, so so much.” matt croaked into your neck, not ready to let you out of his grasp, feeling as if you’ll be back in boston if he did. you smiled before wiping your tears with your free hand.
“i missed you more.”
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A/N: yall should i do a part two of this with y/n in L.A.? lmk, and leave some requests for me to write!
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Town Ghosts
Ok, so this is inspired by this post.
Danny almost lost his balance as he turned on Casper High’s street corner. Catching himself in the nick of time, he resumed his uncontrolled dash down the streets of Amity and finally made it to his locker just in time for the first bell to ring. As he looked up from his locker and noticed how sparsely populated the halls were, Danny frowned. First bell indicated they had 5 minutes before the actual beginning of class, and usually that meant a decent amount of stragglers were still chilling around.
“Damn it, do we have an exam?” Danny mumbled as he took out his phone to text Sam and Tucker.
Wheres everyone? He sent
Assembly, came the answer from Tucker to which Sam added, We saved u a seat
Danny didn’t bother answering and instead quickly gathered his things from his locker before hurrying down to the assembly hall. Everyone was talking which meant he wasn’t late, and he managed to catch Tucker waving him over. Danny maneuvered his way to his friends before sagging into the promised saved seat.
“I swear, if Boxy wakes me up at 2am again to rave about packing peanuts one more time I will put him in Soup Time for a month.”
Sam winced. “Rough night, huh?”
Tucker patted his shoulder in commiseration.
Danny closed his eyes. “At least tell me assembly is taking Lancer’s period?”
“We still have half of it afterwards,” Tucker answered.
Before Danny could groan, the teachers started shushing the crowd. As he looked up to the shoddy stage, Danny could see a blonde woman wearing all black.
“Nice boots,” Sam whispered.
“Hello everyone,” started the woman on stage. “My name is Black Canary, you may know me as a member of the Justice League.”
At that Danny sat up straight, suddenly way more aware. Simultaneously, a wave of whispers started amongst the crowd which was quelled by the numerous teachers shushing everyone. Once silence had been more or less reestablished, Black Canary started again.
“I am here as a spokesperson in our efforts to raise awareness about discriminations against meta humans. This initiative started as a personal project of a lot of the founding members of the Justice League. Did you know that recent studies that show that violence against meta humans is disproportionately more frequent than violence against baseline humans? In fact-”
And one she continued for the next half hour, after which she had some students distribute some pamphlets with different phone numbers on them. There was a little more time dedicated to a few exercises and a video of a testimony from a former meta human criminal. As the presentation progressed, Danny started relaxing more and more, to the point that he was half asleep when time for questions was announced.
“What about ghosts?” Paulina’s voice came through the mic the teachers had passed around, “Are they covered by all those fancy laws you mentioned?”
And yep, Danny was fully back to being awake now.
“Ghosts?” repeated Black Canary, in an even tone but before Paulina could answer, another voice cut through the room.
“Ghosts aren’t people, Paulina.” Valerie’s voice came through sharp and clear.
Paulina’s eyes narrowed in on her former friend. “Says who?”
“Says science!” Valerie exclaimed. “Though I shouldn’t expect a Phantom groupie to understand that.”
“You’re just jealous.” Paulina flicked her hair dismissively.
Danny sank into his seat as he tried to block out the very public argument happening in front of him. Black Canary seemed to be observing the exchange with curiosity, while the teachers were trying to reach Paulina to get the mic out of her hand. There were a few students with their phones out, filming the whole debate and Danny would bet it would be on the school forum by the end of the day, probably sparking yet another Phantom debate.
Just then, as if it wasn’t enough, Danny could feel his ghost sense activating. As he turned his head, he caught a green shimmer at the edge of his vision zooming past the window.
“Come on,” he mumbled. “Gimme a break.”
“Do you want backup?” Sam asked.
“I got it,” Danny grumbled. “Cover me.”
“For sure, dude,” Tucker answered.
Danny stood up and shimmied his way down the rows of chairs to a teacher with Paulina and Valerie still arguing in the background. When Danny reached the nearest teacher he asked for leave to go to the bathroom and by was granted it after which a teacher finally managed to get the microphone away from Paulina. As Danny walked out of the room, he could hear Black Canary’s fading voice asking a question as he got further and further away.
“What do you mean by 'ghosts'?”
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lambertdiary · 4 months
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FAKE DATING WITH MIKE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU the plot can be whatever you want but please
A/N: The 'fake dating' trope is genuinely one of my favourites so it's safe to say I had a lot of fun coming up with the plot for this one. I'll post a part two if you guys enjoy this one, so please let me know what you think!!
Word Count: 3.5k+
Warnings: language and I guess that's it
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This Love Is Just For Show
It was a slow day at your job. Even though it was a Thursday morning and it was usually really busy at this time, the number of customers coming through the door was significantly lower than any other morning, but you were thankful that you didn’t have to do a million things at the time this early.
You worked at a coffee shop and have worked there for a while, so you were used to the crazy job and by this point, you remembered most of the recurring customers, but you always waited for one in particular.
You heard the little bell that indicated that a customer had entered the coffee shop, so you quickly finished arranging the coffee cups behind the counter before turning to greet your customer. You fought the smile that threatened to creep its way onto your face when you saw who it was, and gave him a nonchalant expression instead.
“Hey Mike”
“Hi” He greeted you back with a smile.
“You want your usual, right?”
“So no small talk today, I suppose” Mike leant his forearms on the counter.
“Sorry, it’s kinda busy back here”
He looked around at the almost empty café “I’m not gonna steal more of your time then. I’ll have my usual”
You took a medium cup and used it to cover your smile, marking up his exact coffee order and writing his name at the bottom.
“You know, my offer to go out for coffee still stands. Maybe at a place you don’t have to make it”
You giggle as you put down the cup, typing a few words into the computer in front of you “You’re very sweet Mike but we’ve been through this, I don’t-”
“Date customers, I know” He finished your sentence.
“Look at that, you do remember. And yet, you keep on asking”
“Just hoping you’ll change your mind, I guess”
You shook your head “Not gonna happen”
“Alright, I’ll stop” He took out his wallet and paid for his drink “I’ll just try again in a month or two. Thanks”
He immediately walked to the other end of the counter to wait for his drink, constantly eying you while you took someone else’s order. You were looking his way too, but way more discreetly than he was.
When he finally got his coffee, he thanked your coworker and walked towards the door, turning his head around for a moment to face you “Bye, I’ll see you tomorrow”
Your eyes lingered on the glass doors after he left. You thought he was attractive, sweet, funny and just nice to have around, but you didn’t know whether you liked him like that or not but sometimes you thought you’d like to find out and go out with him, but you couldn’t do it. The real reason you had rejected every single one of his invitations wasn’t the one you gave him every time he asked, it was because you got out of a messy relationship 6 months ago and you weren’t ready to commit to anything, not yet.
Hours later your shift finally came to an end and you were ready to get out of there, you had a lot to do after all. You were in a hurry, so after taking all of your things you made your way to your car and drove to the grocery store.
After finding a parking spot you entered the massive building, guiding the shopping cart in front of you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts looking down at your phone as you checked your shopping list, you didn’t notice the familiar face quickly approaching you.
“Y/N?” Your head snapped up as you immediately recognised the voice. You forced a smile while trying really hard to keep your eyes from widening.
“Nick, hi” The shock of seeing your ex-boyfriend for the first time since the breakup was more evident than you had intended.
“It’s been so long, how have you been?”
“Good, things are good” An awkward silence took over your conversation as quickly as it had started. The two of you smiled at each other politely, discomfort present in both of your eyes “How about you?”
“Amazing, actually” You nodded at him in response, unsure of what to say next. Thankfully, someone else joined the conversation. A girl you recognised as one of Nick’s friends from when you were dating him.
“Y/N! It’s been so long” She approached you for a hug, which you politely accepted.
“You remember Emily” Nick said as you pulled away.
“Of course, hi!”
“This is so funny, we were just talking about you last night” Emily said, standing closer to Nick and slowly wrapping her arm around him.
“You were? Why’s that?”
“She suggested we invite you to our engagement party this weekend”
Engagement?
“Oh my god, you guys are engaged” If you weren’t in shock before, you certainly were now “That’s amazing!” You wrapped your arms around them and pulled both of them into a hug, hoping this would prove to him that you really were happy for them. Even though that was far from the truth.
You pulled away after a few seconds, building up the perfect fake smile “I know it’s a bit of a shocker since Nick and I were just friends when you guys were dating, but I hope it’s not weird or anything”
“Please, not at all. I- I’m really happy for you guys”
“Thank you” Emily held your hand momentarily before dropping it and taking it back to her financé’s arm “So, are you coming?”
You thought about it for a moment. You really didn’t wanna go, but you thought that if you showed up you would show them how okay you were with their engagement. Even though you weren’t, since you broke up with Nick just six months ago and out of nowhere he’s engaged now, and you… you hadn’t even gone on a single date since then.
“Of course I’ll be there”
“Great! Should we save an extra seat for a special someone?” Emily asked with a wink.
You could feel your face burn as you thought of the lack of a love life, but your mouth was faster than your brain “Yes, I’ll bring my boyfriend with me”
Fuck.
“Oh” You hear Nick whisper.
“I mean I’ll ask him if he can make it, but you know, he gets really busy sometimes, so-”
“Okay, well I’ll have Nick text you the details later but I guess I’ll see you on Saturday!” Emily pulled you in for another hug, and Nick just waved at you as the both walked away from you.
You were left standing there alone, feeling like a complete loser. You didn’t have feelings for him or anything, and you wished you didn’t care about his engagement but you just couldn't help it.
Your relationship with him was complicated, and your breakup was so messy it took a while to pick up the pieces, and the main reason for that was because he swore he would never want to get married. After being together for a couple of years you moved in together for a few months, leading you to think he’d propose eventually, but he said that was the most you’d get from him. Now six months later he’s engaged to one of his friends…
You barely had the energy to finish with your grocery shopping. You were cursing yourself for saying you would go to their engagement party and on top of everything making up a fake boyfriend. Why couldn’t you just say you were busy? Any other answer would have been better than that.
You went home with a lot on your mind, and Nick’s text with all the details for Saturday just made it worse. You let out a loud sigh as you collapsed on your bed, going through your contacts list to see if you could find someone who would be willing to be your fake boyfriend for a night.
You quickly gave up as you realised how crazy it would be to make such a request, so maybe it would be better if you came up with an excuse and said you wouldn’t be able to make it.
Unless…
You typed Mike’s name on your contacts, hoping you’d find his number there. He gave it to you a couple of months ago, written on a napkin after going to the coffee shop for a week straight. You were almost crossing your fingers, urging that your past self saved it, but you assumed you got rid of it since it wasn’t on your phone.
You sigh again, too tired to think of more solutions.
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The next day wasn’t any better. The party that was taking place the next day was flooding your mind and unfortunately for you, the possibilities of ending up looking like a loser in front of everyone were high.
Everyone around you seemed to notice something was off, but with the busy morning that kept everyone doing something they didn’t have time to ask you the reason. That was definitely a relief, you would hate to admit what your current problem was.
Customers kept coming and that almost made you forget about the whole fake boyfriend thing, until you saw Mike approach the counter with a big smile.
“Hi” You shyly smile back at him.
“Hi, I’ll just have my usual”
You nodded as you grabbed a medium cup. You were debating in your mind whether or not it would be a good idea to ask him for help, but the simple thought of those words leaving your mouth made your face turn a bright red.
“And I’ll also have a cupcake”
You looked at him with furrowed brows. He had been going there every day for at least a couple of months and he never tried something new, so him making an addition to his order took you by surprise “Oh, what’s the occasion?”
“Buying a few extra seconds, I guess” He replied like it was no big deal. He took out his wallet ready to pay for his order, smiling when he noticed your blushed face.
If he was willing to buy a cupcake just to talk to you for a little longer, maybe he would be down to go to a party with you and pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. After all, he had been begging you for a date nearly everyday since the day you met him, and that would count as one, right?
You looked at the cupcake tray that was sitting next to you, naming the cupcake flavours while you kept a collected expression despite the heat rushing to your cheeks as you wrote your phone number down on his cup, right next to his name.
“Uh- we have vanilla, chocolate, blueberry-”
“Which one is your favourite?” He interrupted you.
“Red velvet with cream cheese frosting”
“I’ll have that one”
You tried to suppress your smile as you reached for the cupcake, blushing a little harder when your hand brushed his “Enjoy it”
“I will, or I guess I’ll let you know what I think on Monday” You looked down and grabbed his receipt, keeping your eyes fixated on the screen in front of you when you handed it to him “Thanks” Mike said, and you panicked when he started to walk away, and once again your mouth acted on instinct.
“I get off at 4” You spit out, making him stop and take a step back as you cursed yourself for how pathetic you sounded.
“Huh?”
“Today, I- I get off at 4” You repeated, thinking of something else to say “You can call me and- and maybe I’ll see you later”
A smile appeared on his face “Yeah, sure. I’ll give you a call” He nodded quickly, but stopped when he realised “I’d love to have your number, though”
“On your cup”
His smile grew bigger, and you could almost notice his tinted cheeks “I’ll talk to you later, then”
You nodded as he walked away, pushing away your embarrassment as you fixed your face to attend a new customer. You tried to stay focused on the order, but the cheeky smile from your coworker made you blush again.
“Shut up” You said, rolling your eyes at her.
The rest of the day went by painfully slowly. You were dying to check your phone to see if he had called you or at least texted you, but it was so busy that you didn’t have the time for that.
At the same time you were hoping he’d take his time reaching out to you. You felt guilty dragging him into your little show and you knew if you went out with him you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from asking him.
When your lunch break came you literally ran to the back to get your phone, your heart skipping a beat when you read the last notification.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Mike
You saved his contact right away, and then took a little too long to think of a response, writing and deleting the message a few times before finally sending one back.
You: This is Y/N!
You rolled your eyes at your own message, and only a few seconds later your phone started ringing, his name showing on the tiny screen. You froze for a moment, but rushed to answer when it rang for the second time.
“Hi” You said in a shy tone.
“Hi. Sorry for calling but it’s way easier than texting”
“Don’t worry, I agree” You let out a little giggle before continuing “I guess I should apologise for earlier today”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, writing my number on your cup-”
“No need to apologise” He interrupted you “I’ve been meaning to ask you, what changed?”
‘I ran into my now engaged ex boyfriend and made up a fake boyfriend so I desperately need your help’ you thought to yourself, but of course you couldn’t say that, not yet anyway.
“I, uh- I thought about your offer, and coffee sounds nice”
“Well… I know a place, they have the best red velvet cupcakes-”
“Definitely not here” You stop him before you let out another laugh, even though you knew he was joking “We can meet somewhere else, what time do you get off?”
“Oh, so you really did mean tonight” Mike sighs loudly, taking a hand to his hair as he tries to think of someone who could babysit his sister.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to bury your embarrassment at how desperate you sounded “Sorry, we can try some other time-”
“No” He’s quick to cut you off “I just need to find a babysitter for Abby-”
“Who’s Abby?”
“My little sister, but the babysitter leaves at 6”
“Right, I understand” You try to think of a solution without sounding more desperate than you already were, but maybe it was for the best if you didn’t see him tonight.
“I’m gonna call her and ask if she can stay with Abby for a little longer tonight”
That makes you feel bad, thinking about his little sister stuck with the babysitter just because of your big mouth. You start to come to your senses, there was no way you could lead him on like that.
You let out a loud breath before saying “Mike, actually I think it’s better if we leave it for another time”
He stays silent for a moment, but then finally replies “Uh- yeah, that’s okay”
“Sorry, it’s just-” You stop when the clock on the wall tells you your lunchtime is over “I have to go but I’ll see you on Monday”
You hand up the phone immediately, the guilt coming back to you for a different reason.
You spend the rest of your shift thinking of excuses for your absence to the party, knowing that that’s what you should have done from the beginning. When you leave you’re so caught up on your thoughts you almost don’t recognise the person waiting for you outside.
“Mike?”
“Hi, yeah- uh sorry” He put his hands on his pockets, looking down at the ground “You sounded a little weird on the phone earlier”
“I had to go back to work, sorry”
“Right, I know… so, about the coffee-”
“Y/N!” Mike is interrupted by a voice you hated to recognize. You closed your eyes momentarily as you let out a breath, mentally preparing yourself to talk to her again “We have to stop running into each other like this”
“Emily, so nice to see you again” You say with a convincing smile.
“You too” She inspects your outfit and the building behind you, a smirk appearing on her face when her eyes landed on you again “I see you’re still working at the café”
You don’t say anything but your blood starts to boil, but at the same time you’re trying hard to hide your embarrassment.
Mike looked at you as soon as those words left her mouth, trying to read your expression, but when you didn’t say anything he decided to jump in “Hi, I’m Mike”
“Oh hi, I’m Emily” They shook hands and she carefully examined him almost entirely, and Mike dropped it after just a moment “I used to be friends with Y/N. Well, with her ex boyfriend, but he’s now my fiancé” She said as she showed off her ring, and the two of you simply nodded “Oh… you must be Y/N’s boyfriend”
Emily’s eyes fixated on you, giving you the same intimidating look she always gave you, making you break and fall into a moment of weakness “Yes” You replied, and she immediately turned to Mike to give him a hug.
“You should’ve said that before, she was telling us about you last night”
He was looking at you with a million questions as his eyes gave you the most confused look you had ever seen on anyone. You mouthed the word ‘Sorry’ as they pulled away.
“You guys are coming to the party tomorrow, right?”
“We can’t make it, sorry” You grabbed Mike’s arm and pulled him closer to you, giving him an apologetic smile.
“Oh well that’s a shame”
“You never said anything about a party, baby” He looked at you, amusement building in his face.
You were sure your face has never been more red than it is right now, you truly didn’t know what to say to that “Uh I- I’m sorry, I guess I forgot”
“We’ll be there”
“Mike, what are you doing?” You whisper to him.
“Great! I can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow”
She starts to walk away as she waves you goodbye, and as soon as she leaves you turn to face Mike, your apology already leaving your mouth “I’m sorry, Mike I’m so sorry, I don’t know what got into me-”
“Who was that?” He interrupted you “And most importantly, why did you say I was your boyfriend”
“That was my… I used to know her when I was dating my ex boyfriend” You explained, scratching your head as you tried to think of the answer to his next question “I don’t know why I said that. I panicked but of course that’s no excuse, I shouldn't have said that, I’m so sorry”
“What did she mean you told them about me last night?”
“I didn’t, I swear I didn’t” You simply reply, but he urges you to continue “I ran into them and they invited me to their engagement party, which already was so crazy cause I didn’t think Nick would ever get married, but he would give that to Emily I guess” You start to ramble, but stop when you realise you’ve said too much “She asked me if I would bring someone with me and I don’t know why but I said yes”
“Does that have anything to do with you giving me your number today?”
“No, of course not” You rushed to reply “Look, I’m sorry I got you into this. It’s stupid and it’s immature, you don’t have to worry about her thinking you’re my boyfriend, I promise I’ll call her”
You stared for a moment, waiting for him to accept your apology, although you’d understand if he didn’t.
“I can come to the party with you”
“What?”
“I mean she’s not very nice, why give her the satisfaction? Plus, I already promised we’d be there”
“No, Mike you don’t have to do that-”
“I tried asking you on a date for weeks, I’m not gonna let it go to waste now, even if it’s not real”
You stop to think for a little too long. If he was down then what was the problem? Asking him to do that for you did cross your mind anyway, so now that he was volunteering himself you shouldn't feel as guilty, right?
“It’s just going to be for one night, and knowing Emily there will be so much free food and drinks, you just need to stay with me and maybe hold my hand a few times”
"Deal"
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stargazingfangirl18 · 2 months
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Deceive
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Pairing: Frank Adler x Fem!Reader x Nick Vaughan Word Count: 3,422 Summary: Despite your good intentions, you've still done a very, very bad thing. Warnings: AU. Explicit language. A/B/O. Unprotected sex. Widower!Frank. References to losing a spouse. Implied oral sex (f receiving). References to growing up in foster care and being unhoused. Reference to Omega Control (like Animal Control). Angst and feels.
A/N: Oh em geeee, here we are!! The final pairing/storyline intro for Pound Town. I hope you enjoy it! Please take a moment to comment/reblog/drop an ask when you finish reading. I'd love to know your thoughts. And thots 😏
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You moaned as Frank rutted into you harder, fingers gripping the rumpled sheets of his bed as he took you from behind like a man–like an alpha–possessed. 
You felt the telling flutter of your pussy building up to yet another orgasm as he continued to pound into you, and it was the way his big, warm hand gripped the back of your neck and squeezed just a little as he snarled and picked up his pace that had you finally tipping over the edge.
The wave of bliss and carnal relief that washed over you felt just as good as the multiple orgasms Frank had pulled from you before now, but this one was accompanied by a wave of utter exhaustion, too. 
The heady combination had you going all sorts of floaty as you went completely pliant and sank into the soft mattress beneath you, only vaguely aware of Frank finally reaching his own peak.
Instead of cumming inside of you, he pulled out, like he always did, finishing himself with his hand until you felt the warm, sporadic spurts of his seed hitting your back and ass.
Of course you knew why he did it, why he never finished inside of you, why he never kept you on his knot for a good long while after you fucked, because you'd been seeing him for months now and it had always been this way.
But still, your inner omega mourned not being fucked and filled properly by your alpha.
Even if technically Frank wasn't your alpha.
Yet.
You pushed all of those thoughts away, ignoring how your inner omega curled in on herself in disappointment, instead sighing as you rolled onto your side and watched as Frank flopped down beside you in bed.
At least he let you stay the night now, and he didn't even fuss too much when you snuggled close for post-sex cuddles, which is exactly what you did now.
He even opened his arm to you, and you had to swallow down the happy trill that stirred in your throat as his movement–his thoughtfulness–as you shimmied close and tugged the blanket up around the pair of you.
You were both quiet for a while after finishing, and you occupied yourself by playing with the coarse, dark hair that peppered Frank's chest, your fingers gently ruffling it before dragging along his warm skin then wandering the same path all over again.
After a while, you couldn't help but ask the question that had been on your mind since Frank had first enthusiastically tossed you on his bed earlier that evening.
"Seems like you had a lot of frustration to work out, professor, you okay?"
Despite the fact that Frank Adler was, in fact, a well renowned philosophy professor at one of Boston's most elite universities, he always cringed a little when you used that pet name for him.
Which is kind of why you still did it.
Frank absolutely knew it, too, which is why he was giving you a half-hearted stink eye right now and muttering, "brat," under his breath.
He didn't answer your question for so long that you assumed he wasn't going to, that your eyes had begun to grow heavy with exhaustion, but it was the quiet rumble of a confession spilling from his lips that had you instantly awake and feeling so very, very sad.
"A few days ago, it was…it marked five years since the boating accident."
The boating accident that had claimed the life of Frank's pregnant wife. The boating accident that had absolutely gutted him, that had turned his life upside down and had him running away from Florida and eventually starting over in Boston, grief-stricken and alone, and haunted by the loss of his omega and a future with her to this very day.
You watched Frank for a long moment, quiet as you clocked how he was intentionally looking away from you, the way his fingers had stopped trailing along your shoulder. 
You knew it was the closest he would ever get to curling in on himself. 
Still, it was enough, and it made your heart hurt for him.
"Do you want to tell me about her?" you whispered, your fingers reaching out to gently brush along his beard as your eyes flickered to the faded bondmark on Frank's neck.
He shook his head immediately, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "No, I just…it's better to keep the past in the past."
Your fingers trailed away from his beard, your knuckles gently caressing Frank's freckled cheek. 
"It's okay to think about them and mourn them," you murmured. "I'm here if you want to talk about it. I'm here for you, Frank, you know that right?"
And that I'm absolutely head over heels in love with you, you know that, too, right? You thought fleetingly, feeling another wash of sadness consume you but for an entirely different reason now.
And it wasn't just sadness that consumed you as you watched Frank and thought of how much you loved him, it was fear, too.
Because if he knew the truth…
Frank finally glanced over at you, and he must have been able to read the distress on your face–in your eyes–mistaking it for disappointment that he wouldn't confide in you any further.
"You're very sweet," he hummed, changing the subject completely. 
His lips quirked as he pushed himself up over you, that same feral desperation from earlier–the desperation to feel good, to lose himself in you, to forget–sparking in his gaze once more. 
Your belly fluttered as Frank gently cupped your face, this thumb dragging along the apple of your cheek as he purred, "You're far too sweet for the things you let me do to you, omega."
And then he was grinning–although it didn't quite reach his eyes–as he flung the blankets away, shifted down the bed until he was settled between your thighs, and ruined you with his mouth his time.
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A few days later, you were standing before Frank's door, shivering in the cold, both absolutely ready and not ready at all to rip the bandaid and finally tell him the truth.
That you loved him and that you had deceived him.
You realized that your trembling wasn't just from the cold, that you were scared, too, terrified of how this would go.
You had gone over this very scenario in your mind a million times by now, your frantic brain always coming up with a different way for it to play out. As much as you hoped that it would all be well in the end, more often than not, you couldn't help but envision Frank's complete and utter spurning of you.
His disgust for you.
His hatred.
You felt your lower lip wobble at the mere thought, and then you felt a big, warm hand grip your shoulder and give you a reassuring squeeze.
You glanced over at Nick Vaughan, your best friend.
And your beta.
Your other half.
His blue eyes were so warm as they gazed at you, his plump, pink lips curling into a soft smile, the same smile that had stolen your heart many, many years ago, when the two of you were just trying to survive the horrid conditions of foster care before deciding to try to survive it together.
And you had, just barely.
It was probably the fact that you both grew up with nothing, and no one but each other, that had made you so very desperate and greedy for an alpha.
And you knew that Frank would be the perfect alpha for you both, you just knew it, now you only needed to convince him of it, too. 
"It will be okay," Nick murmured, his hand shifting from your shoulder to gently rub along your back in soothing strokes. "He sounds like a good man, he'll understand."
You turned, sinking against the warm, firmness of Nick's chest and hugging him tightly. "I feel like a horrible person for misleading him," you whispered.
"You're not a horrible person," Nick soothed, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I can tell how much you love him, so I'm sure he can, too."
Sniffling back your tears, you gently pushed away from Nick, your hands resting against his chest as you met his gaze. "And you're okay with that?"
He smiled. "It's what we've always wanted, right? A real pack. A real family. We can all be that for each other."
"You haven't even met him, you may hate him," you huffed.
"I love you and I trust your judgment," Nick said simply.
And you knew it really was that simple for him.
He'd follow you to hell and back, then back again, and you loved him for it. You thought Frank would love that about Nick, too, his loyalty, his devotion. 
Well, if he even gave Nick a chance at all.
If he'd be willing to forgive your deception.
"You ready?"
Nick's question pulled you from your spiraling thoughts and you nodded, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself before turning and knocking on the front door.
A moment later, Frank was looming over you both, his small smile at the sight of you faltering when he noticed Nick. He glanced back and forth between the two of you for a moment before saying, "I didn't realize you were bringing a friend."
"Can we talk?" you hurried to ask before you lost your nerve.
Because there was literally no going back now.
You watched the way Frank's eyes shuttered, a wariness overtaking his handsome features as he slowly hummed, "Okay," before stepping back and ushering you both inside. 
You knew it was another point not in your favor when Frank led you both to the living room and took the seat in the armchair adjacent to the sofa, putting some space between himself and you and Nick as he gripped his knees and watched you with that same foreign, wary look on his face. 
You sat on the very edge of the sofa, your leg jiggling with anxiety as you clasped your fingers together in your lap and struggled to meet Frank's gaze despite feeling the heavy weight of it on you. 
You felt Nick's hand touch your back, a soothing gesture that had an aborted growl rumbling in the back of Frank's throat. When you finally looked at him, you could barely see the sneer on his face as he glared at Nick through your tears. 
"I lied to you," you whispered, your leg jiggling faster as you began your confession. "I didn't mean to, or, well, at least I didn't mean for it to go on this long, the lie."
"What lie?" Frank snapped. 
You flinched at his harsh tone, your gaze falling away from his. 
"That I'm not…just me," you struggled to explain yourself despite having mentally rehearsed this conversation a million times in your mind. "Nick's my beta," you trembled, grateful that said beta reached for your hand and gently gripped it between both of his. "That I have a beta."
You peeked up at Frank from beneath your lashes, feeling your stomach flip unpleasantly at the way he was staring–stunned and angry–at Nick gently holding your hand. 
You were losing him, to his anger, so you just started talking, babbling really, the truth spilling out of you with no chance of stopping now. 
You told Frank about growing up in foster care with Nick, how the two of you had taken care of each other–helped each other survive–since you were children. 
You told him how much you both wanted an alpha, to be claimed and taken care of, to have a home. 
How all you wanted was a home, and to be safe, to be loved. 
You told Frank that things between the two of you had snowballed so quickly, that you'd fallen for him so fast, that you knew he was the one but were so scared to tell him the truth, so scared of losing him, that you hadn't been able to work up the courage until now.
Frank was quiet the entire time you word vomited your confession to him, not moving a muscle as he stared down at the floor between his feet and just listened. 
Once you finished speaking, a long, tense silence stretched on and on. You sniffled as you wiped away your tears, not even realizing until that moment that at some point, you had started to cry as you spoke. 
But it was done now. 
You had told the truth. You had put it all out there. And you felt both a sense of relief, like a weight had been lifted from you, as well as this heavy kind of dread in your stomach as you awaited Frank's response.
You didn't need to wait long.
When he finally looked over at you, his eyes were hard–the coldest you had ever seen–like two deep, dark blue pools of betrayal as his lip curled back over his teeth and he hissed, "Get out."
You blinked, not quite able to process his demand. "What?"
Slowly, Frank rose to his feet, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he loomed over you and Nick. "Get out of my home, and don't ever come back."
Nick spoke up for the first time then, keeping his voice soft and respectful as he said, "Hey, come on. I know this isn't exactly what you thought it was–"
"Stop talking," Frank snarled the alpha command that had Nick going silent and rigid beside you.
You whined, recoiling from Frank's anger, sinking into Nick's side as the alpha stared down at you like he didn't know you, like you disgusted him. 
"You lied to me," he muttered. "For months."
"Please, alpha, I know I shouldn't have," you scrambled to explain, "But I didn't know if I could trust you or where this was going, if anywhere. I didn't know that I'd fall in love with you!"
"Shut up!" Frank yelled, taking a hefty step back–away from you–as he violently pointed toward the front door. "Just, shut up and get the fuck out!"
You couldn't quite choke back your sob as Nick pulled you to your feet and ushered you toward the door. 
You knew Frank would be angry, that you had been wrong to let things play out the way they had, but your intentions had been good, just wary. You just wanted to be sure that he was the one, and once you had realized that he was, you were scared to hope for more than that knowing.
And you hadn't been ready to possibly lose him to the truth.
You couldn't lose him.
You turned back to Frank, breaking away from Nick as you moved closer to the alpha and whined at the way he recoiled from you. It was like he couldn't stand the thought of being close to you, his alpha scent–usually so pleasant and woodsy and soothing–now sour with anger and betrayal and devastation.
You had done that to him, to this beautiful man who had already lost so much and lived with the kind of pain and loss that no one should ever need to endure.
You had hurt the very last person who should be hurt any more.
Beside yourself now with remorse and self-loathing, you trembled out your words in between sobs and pathetic whines and whimpers,  “I d-didn’t mean to play you or hurt you, I swear!"
Frank shook his head, pointing to the front door, but you persisted, needing him to know everything, needing him to know your heart.
"And I didn't pick you randomly. I picked you because of your eyes," you sniffled, catching those very eyes in a fleeting stare. "Because they're sad, kind eyes and they look how I feel most days, and I wanted to see them happy. I wanted to see you happy." 
Frank didn't speak, but you saw his fists clench at his sides, his throat bob as he struggled to swallow as he purposefully, stubbornly looked away from you. 
"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I'm so sorry, Frank."
Your eyes blurred with another onslaught of tears, and as you struggled to choke down your sobs, Nick gathered you close and quickly led you outside, and far, far away from Frank and the disastrous mess you had made of your relationship–former relationship–with him. 
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Frank stood before the small drink cart at the far end of the living room, staring down at the glass tumbler. His eyes flickered to the bottle of whiskey behind it, and he forwent the tumbler altogether as he scooped up the bottle, twisted off the cap, and took a long swig of the liquor.
It burned all the way down, like liquid fire in his throat before settling hot in his empty stomach.
But the burn of the whiskey felt so much better than the numbness–than the disbelief and betrayal–that had settled over him since yesterday.
His tired mind didn't get much further than that, just a quick flicker of a memory from yesterday, of the way you had flinched away from him when he had alpha commanded your beta.
You had a fucking beta, and he hadn't known.
All this time, for months, he had thought…well, it didn't matter much what he had thought or allowed himself to hope for–again–not anymore.
Frank was just about to take another long drink of his whiskey when a pounding rattled his front door in its hinges. 
"What the fuck?" he grunted, slamming down the whiskey bottle before stalking across the room and through the entryway. 
When he yanked open the front door, the very last person he expected to see standing on his doorstep was your beta.
Frank didn't even get a word out before the other man was speaking, more like shouting, at Frank. "They took her!"
Frank's brows furrowed with confusion. "What?"
Nick breathed your name, his eyes shining with tears–with terror–as he gripped Frank's shirt and gave him a shake. "Omega Control! They took her!" He started to babble frantically now, "We were sleeping in our van and I guess she got out to go get some food at the convenience store across the parking lot or something, I dunno because I was sleeping. But a bunch of yelling woke me up and I saw her being taken away by Omega Control and–"
Nick heaved for breath, his grip on Frank tightening as he pleaded, "Please! Please we need to get her back. I need your help–" 
"Jesus, just get off of me and slow down," Frank gritted, shoving Nick away from him and trying to ignore the way his inner alpha perked up, scared and possessive and fucking furious at the idea of you being scooped up off the street like a stray omega. 
Still, his face was wary as he watched Nick. "How do I know this isn't just another lie? Some sick game to try to mess with me some more?"
Nick shook his head, "No, I swear! Please!" His voice broke and he inhaled shakily, swallowing and trying to collect himself as he batted away a stray tear. "Please, Frank."
Frank's fingers involuntarily twitched at his sides as the beta said his name, in such a soft, warm way that spoke of the kind of fondness that didn't even exist between them. 
Because it had only existed between you and Frank. 
"Please," Nick pleaded again. "Only an alpha can claim her from Omega Control. I need your help, before they ship her away to a breeder or worse."
Frank couldn't help but shudder at the implication. The things he had heard about the dark, corrupted underbelly of Omega Control, of the government in general…
And as angry as he was at you, as betrayed and hurt as he felt, the thought of leaving you to that kind of cruel fate, it made him sick to his stomach.
"Fuck," Frank grunted, raking a hand through his hair. 
He stared at Nick for a beat, drinking in the pure panic and distress in the beta's open gaze, smelling the fear souring his otherwise alluring scent. Squashing down the urge to comfort the other man, to rumble and soothe and promise that everything would be okay, like his inner alpha wanted, Frank bit out another curse instead.
And then he grabbed his keys and shoved Nick toward his car with a muttered, "Come on, let's go get her."
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bloodlinesturniolo · 5 months
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Crawling Back To You ❀ M.Sturniolo
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« Do I wanna know, If this feeling flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hoping that you'd stay. Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day, crawling back to you »
pairing: Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader.
warnings: breakup/makeup trope, angst, swearing, making out, smut so minors&locals dni, dom and sub Matt, she/her pronouns, use of y/n.
summary: in which the reader is Matt’s ex girlfriend who he’s still in love with and can’t keep his hands off.
note: all of my work is completely fictional. i do not know the triplets personally and therefore all characteristics and mannerisms are not an realistic/accurate representation of them or their personalities in real life. i write for fun. there could potentially be mentions of topics that may trigger people, but they will be very vague and will not be in relation to the triplets. i also will not write anything including topics as such involving the triplets. enjoy!
a/n: i’m warning yall now, if you have a problem with what i write, please simply scroll or block me. the triplets are not gonna quit over my shitty little blog posts because they contain smut, i promise you they don’t come here on tumblr and they certainly don’t gaf. i’m an adult, they are adults, i can write what i want about them. and i fucking triple dare you all to try doxx me etc because I promise you will meet your match when it comes to me on god lmao. end of story.
also Matt and Arctic Monkeys sends me fucking feral sorry
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‘Five Minutes, that’s all it’ll take’, I think to myself as I stand outside the triplets house, trying my absolute hardest to muster up the courage to text Nick that i’m outside standing like an idiot, as I watch my Uber driver pull away. Our friendship had become somewhat strained ever since Matt and I broke up exactly two weeks ago. Understandably, as it is his brother and their relationship with each other came first before anything else. But it was inconsolably frustrating; after all I was inevitably losing a boyfriend and three great friends all at the same time. Nick had repeatedly told Matt to grow up and stop being so selfish because he didn’t want to lose me as a friend, considering he and I were extremely close and had a very strong bond. But Matt being ever so Matt really, really didn’t give a fuck. Instead, he was being brutally harsh; putting Nick in a very awkward and uncomfortable situation, not to mention heartbreaking for both of us. He wanted to challenge Nick’s unwavering loyalty to him, and despite Nick’s efforts to have him compromise, Matt was having none of it.
The breakup, unlike Matt and his ex before me’s breakup, was not a mutual decision, nor something that was left on amicable terms. Matt broke up me, shock horror, but not because I had done anything wrong in particular. It was merely down to the fact Matt had said he wasn’t feeling it anymore, but instead of my usual pleading for anyone to stay with me, I had grown up and accepted his decision to walk away. But this, like any man, made Matt’s blood boil. He couldn’t understand why I wasn’t putting up a fight, but I laid my cards out on the table and told him that if he wasn’t willing to fight for the relationship we had built, I wasn’t either. Trust me when I say choosing between my head and my heart was not an easy decision. It took everything in me to put my maturity and self-respect above my feelings. But I had learnt my lesson from my previous experiences, and I felt it only right for Matt to learn his. So I took the high road, and came to terms with it with the help of Nick and Madi, even Chris texting me here and there, reminding me that it was Matt that had lost out. I’ve still cried endlessly ever since, but he had made his decision, and that was it.
The sun shone in LA as I nervously bit my lip, swaying back and forth as I waited for Nick to arrive in front of me. I kept my head down, anxiously tapping on Instagram stories that appeared on my phone as a form of distraction. After a few minutes of waiting, the front door of the house swung open, however the person I was met with was not in fact Nick. It was Matt, giving me his usual cold, hard and intimidating stare. His eyes bore into my soul and I had never felt so numb in my entire life. I stayed silent, not out of choice but rather because I couldn’t even begin to form a word let alone a sentence.
“What?” he asked, his demeanour beyond unwelcoming. I gain some sort of composure and decide on replying back with any form of fake confidence I could find in this moment.
“Oh spare me the ‘mattitude’ alright? I’m here to see Nick. He has some of my shit and I came to get it back.” I give him a relentless and sarcastic smirk, which is met with an unappeased scoff. He hated the use of that word, even more so coming out of my mouth and especially given the circumstances.
“That’s insane, and I think you mean I have some of your shit, not Nick sweetheart.” he retorts, tongue in cheek as he eyes me up and down.
“Whatever, can you just fucking give them to me so I can go please? I have shit to do today.” I respond, his face as unsympathetic as ever.
“Shit to do or people to do? Actually, do I even wanna know?” He chuckles ever so slightly, amusement over his matched sarcasm etched upon his face.
“Well you must do considering you’re asking about it, but no Matt, even though it’s none of your business now, believe it or not I don’t actually have a roster already lined up. Though given the fact you broke it off with me, I doubt you can say the same, but do I wanna know about that either?.” I spit back at him.
He stands taken aback my words, and this facade of boldness i’m daring to present to him. Though Matt always knew I could hold my own, and of my ability to retaliate and reciprocate his attitude, he was still surprised in this moment, all things considered. I was sure Nick had told him how heartbroken I was, which is probably an indicating factor to his shock.
“You always were a brat, you know that?” he asks, licking his lips as he rests his head against his arm, hanging assertively as he holds the door. I’d be lying if I said that despite his stone-heartedness during this entire angsty interaction so far, I wasn’t thinking about how fucking unbelievably hot he was in this moment.
“What can I say? I knew what I was getting in for when I started dating you. I had to put up with you somehow. They say you can’t fight fire with fire but we always did disagree with that, didn’t we Matthew?” I remarked smugly, earning nothing but an embarrassed smirk and a little shake of the head from him. “Anyways, can I get my shit please?” I speak up again. He sighs, before nodding and responding.
“Kid you’re so demanding.” He rolls his eyes, standing aside so that I can enter into the house.
“Yeah yeah kid, just be thankful I’m not demanding a whole lot more.” I reply, as he shuts the door behind me.
“Oh yeah? And what would you be demanding if you had it your way?” He practically whispers seductively in my ear, causing my body to tense up and my heart rate to increase. The answer was simple. Him. I take a deep breath before answering back.
“Well, I can’t tell you now can I? Considering you’re not my boyfriend anymore.” I say, staring at the stairs in front of me, my chest rising and falling rapidly his breath warm on my skin as my breathing begins to spiral out of control.
“Damn, that’s a shame.” he mumbles, his hand resting on my lower back above my ass. He lingers for a few seconds longer before making his way up the stairs, flashing me a quick wink in the process. As soon as he gets to the top of the stairs, he motions for me to come up. Upon reaching the top step, I watch as he walks through the kitchen toward his room, leaving me confused. Nick had said my things had been left in his room, so I couldn’t understand why Matt was going in the direction he was.
“Where are you going?” I enquire, as I start to follow him.
“To get your shit dumbass.” He shouts a little, disappearing into the doorway. Once I arrive at the frame of the door, I rest my head against it and furrow my brows.
“Yeah but why’s it in your room? I thought Nick said he had left it in his room, after all he was the one who was supposed to be giving them back to me?” I interrogate, as I watch him gather the two bags containing my things inside of them off the bed.
“Yeah well you thought wrong kid. They were in Nick’s room but I took them back off him and left them here. He knew you’d be coming over today but had a last minute meeting with Laura and he’s staying with Madi tonight, so I told him I’d hold onto them and when you got here I’d give them to you.” He explains, making his way towards me. He stops in front of me and stretches out his hand, holding the bags out for me to take. I quickly retrieve them from him and clutch them to my chest.
“So why didn’t Nick call or text to tell me he was going to be out? A heads up would have been nice.” I sigh.
“Aw what, is my little y/n not happy to see me.” he teases once again.
“i’m not yours anymore bro. and no actually, come to think of it I’m not.” I vocalise.
“you’re a terrible liar.” he comments smugly, rolling his eyes again.
“and you are too.” I return the statement.
“oh yeah? and how’s that?” he quizzes, a smile growing across his face, his cheeks now flushed red with slight embrassement as he steps closer toward me, the gap between us now almost non-existent.
“because you and I know both know Nick wouldn’t put me in a position like this unless you had something to do with it. I know you only took them off him so that you had an excuse to see me.”
“you’re not wrong there princess.” he replies, brushing a few strands of my hair behind my ear. His thumb comes down to meet my bottom lip, pulling it down as he tilts his head at me. I watch as he does so, before looking back up at him.
“you hate calling me that.” I give a small half-smile back.
“wow, that’s two things you’ve got right today, look at you on a roll. And yea, I do hate calling you it, but I know you love it when I do.” He announces as he licks his lips, biting down on the bottom one. “and just so you know, I don’t have a roster either. There’s only one person and one person only on my mind. And that’s you.”
I shift my gaze down to the ground, a single tear falling from my eye. Matt notices this, and automatically his expression turns to one of confusion and concern. He lifts my chin up so that I’m looking at him again, the soft and caring Matt returning.
“Hey, hey? What’s wrong?” He asks, shaking his head with a sad look etched on his face.
“what do you think, idiot?” I snap, swatting his hand away, but he catches it and intertwines his fingers with my own. I lift my head and eyes up in the direction of the ceiling in attempt to not let anymore tears falls out, but I’m unsuccessful and they begin to stream down my face in full flow, my cheeks becoming flushed and nose stinging a little.
“hey, don’t cry. please don’t cry. I’m sorry, I really wasn’t trying to upset you. Just please don’t waste your tears on me. Please.” he croaks, a pleading look in his eyes.
“Well it’s kind of hard not to when the man I love ended things with me and I’m now standing in his room hearing him tell me he’s still only thinking about me and there’s nothing I can do about whilst he flirts with me and touches me. That shit hurts Matt. I’m still heartbroken and you know it even if I’m putting on a brave front and acting like I’m not. I don’t know what kind of fucking game you’re playing but it’s not funny. It’s fucked up.” I cry out, closing my eyes as my heart aches.
“Shh I know alright? Trust me I know. And I’m sorry okay? Look, you’re right. I did take your shit back off Nick, but only because I miss you, so fucking much and.. because I didn’t know if this was going to be the last time I was ever gonna see you again, even if we live in LA and it’s so easy to run into everybody. Nick didn’t text you or call you to tell you he wouldn’t be here because I begged him not to. We both knew if he did you wouldn’t have came. You would have avoided me and put off getting your stuff for another week. And I didn’t want that. I needed to talk to you.” He cries back. I stay silent, unsure of what to say, think or do. I wait for him to continue, wiping my tears with my hoodie sleeve and sniffling. Eventually he speaks up again.
“Kid, I fucked up okay. And I know I did. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking. And I’m sorry. I truly fucking am. I thought I was making the right call, but I wasn’t. I know what I want and it’s you. It’s only ever going to be you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, nor do I expect you to take me back. But I just need you to know that, my heart still belongs to you and only you. I promise you that. I don’t know if you feel the same as I do but, I need to know if your heart is still open for me.” I scan his face and see the sincerity and vulnerability written across it. I’m hurt, but I know he is too. His eyes plead with me, praying that I say yes before the word has even left my mouth.
“do you love me Matt?” I clear my throat and question, my head pounding and my chest aching.
“yes. a million times yes. so fucking much.” he voices, tears evidently falling down his own face. He watches as I take a deep breath, silently nodding. “I know I don’t deserve it, but is there any part of you that could give me another chance?”
I look up at him before answering, debating on what to say. He should have never put himself in a position to lose me in the first place, but he loved me. And I loved him. And he really was trying to make amends.
“yea.” I whisper with a sad pout and another little nod back, as he reaches out his arms and engulfs me in a hug. His arms rest across my shoulders as I cling to his waist. I feel him bury his head into my hair, his tears dampening and staining my neck, soft and warm like summer rain. “thank you.” he mumbles quietly against my skin, half thanking me and half thanking God or some other higher power.
“don’t ever fucking let me go again, Matt promise me please.” I whimper into him. One of his hands holds the back of my head, the other pulling me in tighter. “I won’t. I promise I won’t ever let myself lose you again.” he responds, pulling away and resting his forehead against my own.
・❥・
As I sit in Matt's car on the way back to my house, the atmosphere inside the vehicle is charged with an unspoken tension. He was giving me a lift home, which I was grateful for given the fact I hadn’t drove today and it meant I didn’t have to get another Uber. The outside world was switching off as the darkness of the night closed in, the only light coming from other cars and the amber lampposts. On arrival to the first stop light of the journey, I could feel his hand which had been resting on my thigh, slowly and gently working it’s way up my leg. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, as he glances across at me with that familiar deadpan stare. As soon as the car starts moving again, I look down at his veins, before turning back to him.
"Matt, pull over." I request firmly. He continues to exchange brief glimpses between my face and the road, his hand trailing up further.
“Huh? Why?" he teases, his voice accompanying his fingers sending shocks of electricity through my core. He knew what he was doing. My eyes fill with a mix of desire and determination as I reply, "Just do it."
The car comes to a complete stop as we pull up at a secure location, hidden across from a closed Walmart’s carpark. Classy, I know. But I needed him, so fucking bad. And I couldn’t wait until we had got back to my place. He turns the key in the ignition and the engine turns off, awaiting further instruction from me. He rests his head against the headrest, his face turning to meet me. I unbuckle my seatbelt and before he has the chance to do the same, I press down and release him from the black ribbed harness. He adjusts himself in his seat and folds his arms, biting down on his lip.
“are you sure about this?” he asks, looking for my confirmation.
“de tout mon cœur, mon amour,” I whisper, affirming I’m absolutely up for this, trailing a finger along his sharp jawline.
“fuck I love it when you talk French to me.” he growls back, as I learn forward and he places a kiss on my lips. I kick my converse off and hold his shoulders as I climb into the drivers seat onto of his lap. I tug a little at his hair as I place myself down on top of him, feeling him grow underneath me. As I reach my free hand down to palm him through his grey sweatpants, he lets out a soft moan. “shit, baby.” he snarls, as I grind against him, his dick getting bigger by the second. He takes control by leaving one of his hands snaked around my back, the other grabbing my hair as he connects our mouths together, our tongues intertwining, tasting each other as if our lives depended on it.
“Fuck me Matt.” I let out breathlessly in between our make out. He pulls me back in and moans into my mouth.
“Say please and I will.” He responds, grabbing my throat gently with a little pressure applied. His hand that had been around my waist falls underneath us both and it finds itself down my own sweatpants, his fingers gently feeling my folds, quickly becoming laced with my fluids. “fuck you’re so wet gorgeous.” he smirks, his voice low and seductive. This turns him on even more.
“please daddy.” I moan again, his lips leaving trails of wet kisses along my neck and my collar bones. He inserts two fingers softly inside me, before speaking up again. “say it again.” he demands, his lips coming back up to meet my own as our tongues twirl around hungry for each other.
“ughh fuck, please Matt.” I beg, whimpering as his fingers speed up. I throw my head back as his hand continues to grip my throat with his strong tattooed arm, pleasure washing over me. This urges him to stop, and within minutes, he pulls his hand out from under me, prompting me to move off of him so that he can pull down his pants, freeing his long, hard cock springing out. He begins wanking himself off, his silver rings shining in the darkness. He watches as I remove my own pants, and before I can remove my black laced thong, he grabs my arm.
“babe, leave it on.” he requests, his eyes like a knife cutting into my soul. I do as he says, and position myself back straddling his lap. I move my right hand round to the back of his head, holding onto it as the other rests on his shoulder. We continue to make out for another few minutes before Matt moves his dick to my entrance.
“you’re definitely sure about this?” he checks again, seeking an answer exact to my previous one. As much as me speaking French turned him on, bless his soul he didn’t really understand a word of it.
“makeup sex with my boyfriend in his car? I promise i’m one hundred percent fucking sure.” I nod, as he sets himself at my entrance. He smiles seductively as he teases me, my eyes rolling back into my head. He licks the palm of his hand, his spit acting as lube as brings it down underneath himself. I give him another little nod of approval, and as our mouths connect again to move in sync, he places himself inside me. His arms wrap around my back and neck, the one on my back moving down so that it’s grabbing my ass cheek. We rock back and forth together, moaning each other’s names any chance we get. He trusts in and out of me, deep and fast. We continue, as my hips grind into him.
“fuck, awh fuck baby.” he whimpers, clearly getting stimulated more and more by the minute.
“Matt, fuck. Keep going, faster. Just like that.” I practically shout through moans. The car begins to steam up, and as I feel as though I’m about to reach my orgasm, my hand presses against the window, embroidering a sweaty print into it. “Fuck baby, je viens, je vie- oh shit, oh my fucking god.” I scream, his member continuously hitting my g-spot over and over. He pulls me in towards him, his tongue exploring every aspect of my face. I can sense he’s getting closer himself, and as my walls clutch around him, he pushes me off him and pulls out.
“what the fuck Matt?” I exclaim, confusion spread across my face.
“get in the back princess.” He instructs, and I take a deep breath before once again doing as he says. The smell of sex lingers in the air, a scent I usually hated but in the this moment it was the best fucking thing in the entire world. He climbs over the centre console and immediately pushes me down across on the back seats, spreading legs apart. He slams himself inside me again and continues to fuck me, my thighs shaking as I pull on his hair. The faster and deeper he goes, the more I moan. He places a hand just below my stomach, feeling himself thrust in and out. My free hand grasps the door handle behind me, as I throw my head back in pure ecstasy.
“yeah you like that baby? does that feel good?” he groans, his hand coming down to grip my throat again.
“mhmm.” I let out softly, almost crying in pleasure.
“good girl. I love it when you take all of daddy’s dick.” he responds.
I feel myself coming close again, and as I do I tighten myself around him. I release everywhere, spraying both Matt and the back of the car, which causes him to pound into me.
“aww, fuck I’m about to cum.” he pants, his own release imminent.
“come for me.” I breathe out, and once the words have parted ways with my lips, I feel him fill up inside me.
・❥・
A few minutes of heavy breathing and small chuckles fill the back of the car as I rest my head against Matt’s chest. He wraps his arm around me, kissing my forehead over and over.
“Holy fuck that was good.” He smiles, the rise and fall of his chest and his heart beat against my ear.
“Mhm.” I smile back, as he lifts my chin and pulls me up to kiss him. He notices the handprint on the window and the liquid covered drivers seat.
“Kid when the fuck did you do that?” He shakes his head, emphasising the ‘fuck’ as he does so.
“Bout a half hour ago maybe.” I smirk, as he rolls his eyes. I lean forward and trace a love heart with my finger on the window beside the handprint.
“you really love leaving your mark, huh?” he raises his brows.
“gotta let your brothers know I’m back somehow. Good luck explaining the back of your seat and the smell though.” I tease, earning a chuckle from him as I laugh.
“I hate you.” he mutters under his breath.
“Oh give up Matty, you love me.” I wink at him. “After all you did come crawling back to me.”
“Not that I’m ever gonna put myself in a position to lose you again like I said, but in every lifetime I’d always coming crawling back to you. Especially when the sex is that good.” He jokes, earning a slap on the shoulder from me.
“Fuck you.” I laugh, him doing the same, uncontrollably might I add.
“You just did.” He remarks, leaving another trail of kisses against my neck as I shake my head and smirk.
God I fucking missed him.
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For @targaryen-dynasty’s sleepover challenge ✨ Modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader
Prompts: Meet Ugly I Soulmate AU I “Make me”
Summary: Growing up on the perilous streets of Flea Bottom, you’d learned that in King’s Landing it’s either eat or be eaten. When you hear from a friend that a posh rehab centre just outside of town is hosting an open AA meeting, you see your chance to infiltrate the elite of Westeros, hoping to swipe something of value from one of the rich snobs there. Unfortunately, it seems like the wristwatch you attempt to nick belongs to a man you share an unexplainable bond with.
Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, mind the tags, story takes place at a rehab, AA/NA meeting, theft, alcoholism, referenced driving under the influence and car crashes, alcohol consumption in rehab, (slight) dubcon, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, pussy slapping, choking, dry humping, cuming untouched (m), fluffy twist at the end
Word Count: 3650
Special thanks to my darling @venmondiese for being my beta reader 🫶
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Sometimes it’s almost too easy. 
Nowadays, even the most expensive rehabs centres have social media pages, posting open invitations to the AA and NA meetings they sporadically organise. Though the cost of staying and receiving treatment at these centres require far more gold dragons than you’ve seen throughout your lifetime, some meetings are free and open to any former addicts, a ‘charity’ event of sorts you’re sure they only put on for publicity. 
This is one of the places you’ve heard of before. Bessa, one of your childhood friends from Flea Bottom, told you about how she attended a meeting here last month. Not only did she walk away with a belly full of honey cake and aged cheese, she also managed to swipe a designer handbag with Valyrian steel details. 
You hadn’t seen her around much since.
The bus stop is located a 30 minute walk from the rehab, giving you plenty of time to internally go over how you’ll best stay undetected while sniffing out the easiest, most valuable thing to nick. 
Ideally, you’ll be able to grab something small enough to fit in your pocket. A pair of expensive headphones, or even an unattended diamond ring. 
Worst case scenario, you’ll get to leave full. 
That’s still not bad. 
Staying undetected means hiding in plain sight. Feign shyness, make up some bullshit story about relying on alcohol to ‘feel better’, and only speak when spoken to. 
Be as unmemorable as possible, so that whichever rich kid’s stuff you steal doesn't remember you. 
They probably won’t even miss it. They’ll just ask mummy or daddy to buy them another. Even if it’s a diamond ring.  
The rehab looks more like a luxury resort, or a professional athlete's gaudy home, than a place for people to go through addiction treatment. It’s newly built in that typical sleek design that’s so plain only rich snobs could appreciate it. 
Enveloped by beautiful greenery, tall, lush trees provide the residence with enough seclusion for a fence to feel redundant. 
And there’s a fucking pool. 
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The meeting is the epitome of rich people desperately trying to ‘connect’ with themselves again. 
Instead of sitting on non-padded, overused and uncomfortable chairs, you and the other visitors are shown to a room drenched in sunlight, soft, beige flooring adorned by a variety of colourful pillows. 
Before entering, everyone’s asked to take off their outer layers and ‘feel like home’. A few attendees even leave their shoes and, unfortunately, socks, in the adjacent cloakroom, looking insufferably self righteous as they talk about ‘staying grounded’. 
Your sight’s already set on the door leading there, body almost buzzing from the knowledge that your next meal ticket could be within arms reach, hidden in one of the pockets of the jackets carelessly left unattended. 
You inhale slowly, calming yourself as you shift to sit comfortably on one of the cushions on the floor. You don’t want to draw any attention to yourself and opt for playing it cool; pretend to be a bit sad and uncomfortable, but don’t overdo it. 
As the meeting commences, one sob story follows another. 
“My dad didn’t pay me any attention”
“I had a hard time in school”
Not rolling your eyes feels like a nearly impossible challenge. 
Who’s got a dad that pays them attention? In Flea Bottom, most kids don’t even know who their biological father is. 
And who didn’t have a hard time in school? At least these people had parents wealthy enough to not only pay for tutors, but to pay tuition to colleges unattainable for most Westerosians. 
As the therapist conducting the meeting announces a 10 minute break, you discreetly move towards the cloakroom, slipping in undetected and without anyone on your tail. 
You keep your eyes on the door, quickly plunging your hand into the pockets of the row of jackets hanging on the wall. 
Receipts, packets of gum, and keys are all you fish out, until you feel around inside the deep pocket of a dirty and worn vintage jean jacket.
Your eyes go wide as you feel the smooth steel cool your skin, gaze carelessly moving to inspect what’s in your hand. 
A watch, dark in colour and with ten small rubies nestled into the bezel lay in your hand. The engraving hardly legible inside the crystal looks foreign.
Valyrian. 
The rush of excitement ripping through you almost makes it hard to breathe. 
A Valyrian steel watch? 
You slip the wristwatch into the pocket of the short, black skirt you’re wearing, inhaling deep and slow to calm yourself before turning around, set on making your way back to the meeting room to later swiftly excuse yourself and leave this place for good. 
As you turn, an amused grin and a mop of unruly silver hair stops you. 
Fuck!
“So that’s why you’re here”, the man before you muses, body casually leaning against the doorframe and arms folded over his chest. 
You recognise him from the meeting. He’d spent the hour looking bored, occasionally rolling his eyes at something he found stupid. When it was his turn to speak, he’d casually explained how his fondness of alcohol and sports cars had culminated one night outside of Rook’s Rest, where he crashed so violently his car caught fire, while he was trapped inside. 
The sympathetic looks and ‘I’m sorry’-s he garnered didn’t seem to please him much, shrugging as the therapist commended him for his bravery in sharing such a traumatic aspect of his addiction. 
“It was all over the news”, he’d said, hand mindlessly rubbing the raised skin of his neck, decorated with tattoos, “At least I’ve been able to hide some of the reminders”
“What do you mean?”, you try to sound as indifferent as possible despite the loud banginging in your chest. 
He’s visibly amused by your discomfort, suspiciously eyeing the white button-down shirt, black skirt and stockings you’re clad in, “I know my own kind. You’re not an addict”
Panic washes over you, causing your skin to heat up and hands to feel clammy, “Y-, you don’t know me”, you stutter out, feeling the smooth steel of the watch in your pocket slip in your damp grip.
“Oh, I think I do know you”, he retorts with a smile, “Strange that the girl dressed for a business meeting sneaks away unattended”
Shit!
The stranger’s clearly mocking you, and your failed efforts at fitting in with a crowd you had little to no knowledge of.
“I… came straight from work”
He lets his eyes rake over your frame, an infuriating smirk etched onto his face, “So you’ll sell my watch to buy drugs?”
Of course the Valyrian own a Valyrian steel watch. 
“I don’t know what you’re on about”, you grit out, moving to push beside him and leave the room. 
A firm grip on your elbow halts your exit, strong fingers pinching painfully into your flesh, “I’ll let you have it if you do me a favour”
You can’t stop yourself from meeting his gaze, intrigue playing in your eyes. 
He’ll just give it to you? 
Why?
His eyes dart around the room, suddenly losing their self-assured smugness.  
He hesitates for a second before leaning in closer, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers conspiratorially, “Come back here after sunset with a bottle of vodka. Meet me by the pool”
“Brand?”, you retort. 
“What?”, he asks, voice suddenly irritated, restless gaze still bouncing around the small room. 
“The vodka. Which brand?”, you ask matter-of-factly. 
“Any, I don’t care. The biggest bottle you can find”
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True to your word, you take the bus back to the rehab centre around dusk. 
This time, the walk from the stop to the centre feels much longer, giving you plenty of time to ponder the risks of bringing vodka to an alcoholic in rehab. 
“Whatever, it’s his life”, you reason, reminding yourself of the fact that if all goes well, you’ll never have to see his obnoxious face again. If he wants to drink himself into an early grave, that’s his decision. You’re just cooperating so he doesn’t call the cops. 
Eat or be eaten. 
Your fingers fiddle with the Valyrian steel watch still in your pocket. Though you could’ve tried to hide it somewhere in your flat, endless possibilities of someone breaking in and snatching it from you play on loop in your mind, prompting you to keep it close, nervously fidgeting with it every few seconds. 
He wouldn’t dare to ask for it back. 
He’d be in just as much shit as you if your little arrangement came to light, and that thought is what ultimately relaxes you. Still, as you see the large, modern building loom in front of you, you feel dread pool in your stomach. 
You can’t really decipher why the building instils such apprehension within you. Though you know it is risky to bring alcohol here in a devious ploy to get your hands on an exclusive watch, your tumultuous upbringing has led you to far more dangerous situations than this. 
You spot his silver hair right away. It’s messy and choppy, almost as if he cut it himself. He’s wearing all black; a t-shirt and joggers. His fingers are adorned with silver rings of varying sizes, matching the silver link around his tattooed neck, and the shimmer of his hair. Valyrians were known for their rare, desirable features, and though you’d guess this was his ‘looking rough’, he still had that ethereal glow about him. 
Eager to get the deal over with and return to the safety of your home, you swiftly pull the heavy 1 litre bottle of vodka from the blue tote bag hanging on your shoulder and hand it to him, “There you are”
“Fuck me”, he says in glee, face lightning up as he feels the weight of the glass bottle in his hand, “Thanks! I knew you’d come through”
Not wasting a second, he unscrews the cap and takes a comically long sip, grimacing and smiling at the familiar, bitter taste spreading on his tongue. 
Regarding you for a second, his eyes travelling from your face down your body, “Let me try something”
Before you have a chance to answer, he reaches towards your arm and pinches it harshly. You yelp in pain, swatting his hand away with a harsh smack, “What the fuck?”
“I knew it!”, he exclaims triumphantly, rubbing his fingers over his own arm, 
“My sister’s been sending me these links about spirituality and shit”
He pauses briefly, taking another sip of vodka, “I read something about lovers in Old Valyria merging their blood with magic in order to share sensations. Real romantic shit”
His gaze burns into you, something dangerous and playful consuming him, “Are you Valyrian too?”
Still determined to leave as quickly as possible, you refuse to meet his eyes, dismissing his nonsense, “Doubt it” 
“Ah”, he shrugs, taking another sip. “Strange, I could feel that pinch on my skin, just like my elbow hurt when I grabbed yours earlier today”
You’re not sure what stupid game he’s playing. All you want is to go back home, get a good night's sleep, and find the shadiest pawnshop in Flea Bottom; the kind that won’t ask any questions when someone like you walks in with a lavish wristwatch. 
He takes a step closer to you, “Y’know, if you are, it means we’re destined to be”. His free hand reaches towards your thigh, fingers grazing the thin, black nylon covering your legs. 
You shake your head at his ungainly attempt at flirting, “Sure. And Targaryens rode dragons”
“We did”, he replies, face awfully smug as his hand begins to caress your thigh, tilting his head to the side so you get a good look at the large, black and white dragon tattoo covering most of the scarred flesh on his neck. 
“Whatever”
Pushing him away to leave, he reminds you of his relentless nature, “Come on, stay! Have a sip!”
He shoves the heavy bottle of vodka into your chest, caging you against the smooth concrete wall of the rehab. 
What’s the harm?
You give him an ingenuine smile, take the bottle and drink. 
God, this is awful.
He laughs at your obvious distaste, still standing so close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin, “How about we…explore our newfound connection together?”
He really is relentless.
“I’m good”, you say, again trying to push beside him to leave, but he keeps blocking your way. He’s still sporting that infuriating grin as he places the bottle of vodka on the ground and pinches his own arm harshly.
You yelp in pain for the second time tonight, hand reflexivity finding and rubbing the burning skin of your arm.  
“Told you”, he gloats, grabbing your hand and shaking it lazily, “Aegon. Pleased to meet you”
His attempt at persuading you has the opposite effect. The vodka, his burning gaze, and the fact that you did feel that pinch as if it’d been on your own flesh makes your skin crawl. Desperate to finally get out you push his chest, hoping he’ll just give up and let you go. Instead, he grabs your hand with his, interlacing your fingers over his chest. The unexpectedly gentle gesture causes you to dumbfoundedly freeze again.
What is this guy’s deal?
“Come on, stay”, he repeats, still trapping you between his body and the grey wall behind you. 
He slowly ducks his face down towards you, lips ghosting over yours, “What if we can fix each other?”
His lips find yours before you’re able to fully take in his speculation. The kiss is soft and searching for only a second, quickly turning into an impassioned mess of tongues and teeth. You’ve kissed plenty of people before, but this does feel different. The desire usually building slowly in you seems to erupt quicker than ever, your core already aching with want despite the non-existent foreplay. 
Aegon comes up for air, pupils blown wide and lips swollen from the demanding way you’d claimed them. His hand still hasn’t left your thigh, and now it roughly moves to cup your cunt over your stockings, impatient fingers quickly tearing the flimsy material to gain access. 
“The f-”, you start, voice cut off by the surprised moan spilling out from your mouth as he harshly presses his fingers against your clit. 
Apparently, pain isn’t the only sensation you share. Aegon’s mouth falls agape as he sighs in bliss, himself also feeling the satisfying friction to your bundle of nerves. 
“You want it, I kno-, ah, know you do”, he moans, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck on them. He doesn’t even bother to take off the silver rings he’s wearing, surely worth more than everything in your flat combined. 
His hand pushes your panties to the side, saliva-coated fingers roughly finding your clit and immediately beginning to rub harsh circles on it. You moan in pain-mixed pleasure at the intense contact, again trying to push his hand away. 
“Fuck”, Aegon moans, keeping the relentless pace. It does feel good, and you feel your resolve slipping. Giving into the bliss he’s roughly offering you is so much easier. 
Your hips begin to meet his pace. The two of you find a steady, heated rhythm, and you can feel arousal seeping out of you. 
Aegon’s fingers trail down to your entrance, touch still too blunt as he pushes two fingers inside. 
You whine at the intrusion, the pleasure he’s giving you obscured by the clumsy way he’s offering it. He seems to only sense the gratification, repeatedly moaning as he fucks you with his fingers. 
“This how you always finger girls?”, you ask breathlessly, grabbing his hand to make him slow down. 
“Feels fucking good”, is all he replies, seemingly lost in the pleasure echoing from your being into his. 
You scoff at his dismissal of your question. If a rough touch is all he knows, you’ll offer him the same. 
You grab the hand he has between your thighs, locking eyes with him, keeping your expression stern, “Don’t be so forceful” 
Moving his thumb so that it touches that part of your clit that makes you squirm, you move to press at the two fingers he’s already got inside you, “Curve your fingers. Match the rhythm of your thumb with your fingers” 
The dumbfounded expression on Aegon’s face morphs into one of absolute bliss as he heeds your instructions, a pleasure far more consuming than the rough fingerfucking had coaxed out. 
“Oh shit”, he groans, mouth agape and eyes scrunched shut. It does feel fucking amazing; something about the thickness of his fingers, the cold metal of his rings, and the way he instinctively finds your g-spot causes white, hot pleasure to course through your veins. 
Aegon grabs the fabric of your shirt roughly, pulling you even closer to him and starts to grind his hard member into your side. 
You roll your hips into his hand, throwing your head back as an unstoppable string of pleasured sighs leave your lips. You’re already so close to the edge, much quicker than usual. It’s almost as if the pleasure he’s feeling from satisfying you is bouncing back on you as well. 
Aegon lets his head down to rest on your shoulder, still grinding against you and fingers desperately demanding your release. 
“I wanna fuck you so fucking bad”, he slurs, hand not between your thighs reaching down to squeeze your ass harshly, “I know you’ll be a good little slut for me” 
God, this feels good.
“I’ll fuck you however I want. You’ll fucking love it too”, he continues to murmur against the skin of your neck, making you feel hot all over. Your hips meet his fingers faster, unabashedly chasing your release. 
“Feels so fucking good you’d beg me for it”, he continues, tilting his head up to lock eyes with you. 
You scoff, hips still meet every thrust of his fingers, “Dream on”
He grins at your unwillingness to surrender, “I know you’re close” 
You ignore him, hands grabbing his shoulders for balance as you feel your peak hurtle towards you, causing you to grind against his hand faster. The sounds of his fingers diving into your dripping centre are obscene and you’re close, so close. 
And then, he stills. 
“Beg me to finish you”
Eyes narrowing, your glare back at him, “Make me”
It’s like he’s permanently got a smug, enraging expression etched on his face. 
The hand he has between your thighs travels up your torso, briefly stopping to squeeze one of your tits before finding home around your neck, pushing slightly on the sides.
“Come on, beg”
You answer his demand with an unimpressed look, the slight loss of oxygen enhancing the vigorous pounding in your core. 
He looks utterly amused, releasing your neck and moving down to land a harsh slap to your cunt, “Beg”
The sting from his palm colliding with your clit almost pushes you over the edge, but it’s not enough. You’re so close you almost feel overwhelmed, almost certain you’ll black out when your peak finally rips through you, “Please, Aegon”
A delighted grin spreads over his lips as he lands another harsh slap to your exposed pussy, causing you to groan in pleasured pain. He bites his lip to stifle his own grunt of stinging satisfaction before pushing three fingers inside your dripping hole again. 
Not even a full second passes before your walls trap his fingers inside you, clamping down on them forcefully. 
Your vision turns blurry, the pleasure possessing your body causes your legs to feel weak and muscles to convulse. Next to your ear, you can hear Aegon whimper, voice almost broken. 
You both moan, grunt and whine in unison, slowly coming down together. Aegon removes his hand between your legs and lets go of the cramp-like grip he’s had on your ass. 
“Shit”, he weakly exclaims, knees seemingly giving in when he clumsily plops down on one of the grey sunbeds overlooking the pool. His laboured breathing matches yours, lilac eyes staring out over the green landscape partially obscured by darkness. 
As the overwhelming bliss of your peak mellows out, you feel a bitter-sweet sensation spread in your chest; a longing for something familiar. 
A longing for home. 
It’s nostalgic, and you know you’ve felt this before, but never as potent as it is now.
Time seems to stop, as if you’re not breathing anymore, eyes stuck on the intimidating, neverending crowns of green before you. 
It’s just you and him, existing together, sharing unexplainable melancholy. 
The enchanting moment doesn’t last long. 
Aegon reaches for the bottle of vodka on the ground, gulping down as much as he can stomach in one go before handing it to you, wiping a few remnant drops from his chin with the back of his hand,
“Vodka’s always been the best at numbing”
You hum in reply, bring the heavy glass bottle to your lips and take a long sip. It tastes like when you accidentally inhale hairspray and you cough at the foul flavour. Aegon cackles loudly. 
He takes the bottle from you, swinging it towards his mouth for another sip and then places it back on the ground, features morphing into a state of carefree satisfaction.
It’s quiet again for a while, but this time, you don’t feel much. 
It’s nice. 
“What’s this?”, he suddenly asks, fingers tracing the embroidered letters on the tote bag you’d carelessly discarded on the ground next to the bottle of vodka. 
“Oh, just a silly nickname my uncle used to call me”, you shrug, feeling far more intoxicated than you normally would from just a sip of liquor. 
I guess that’s another ‘sensation’ we share. 
Over the indigo fabric of your worn tote bag, bright yellow and pink hand-stitched letters read:
‘Sunfyre’ 
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A/N: Thank you for reading 🫶 I got the trope Meet Ugly and couldn’t not think of Aegon, haha! I hope the fluff at the end wasn’t too cheesy, I just love the idea of Aegon’s soulmate being Sunfyre 🥲
The bane of my existence… titles. I never know what the fuck to put and so today’s title is brought to you by the song I’m currently obsessed with. Kisses! 🎷🩵
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How It's Done – Oneshot Version
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Aviator!Reader
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Originally posted by unicornships
Summary: “Like me? I didn’t even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let alone–” you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean. “Well, I do.” He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. “You can just say no if you don’t–” “–No, I do!” you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, you’re a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by.
Warnings: erm maybe just some references to sex? jake being jake? language? minions. big warning for minions xD
Notes: Originally I intended this to be a two-parter series, but I wanted to change how it went, so I rewrote the parts I didn't like and made the entire thing into a oneshot instead!!! This fic will replace the 'part one' already on my blog, but I will keep this part up, linked at the very bottom of my masterlist! thank you everyone for being so patient! Thank you @hangmanssunnies, my love my biggest support <3
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“Well, I’ll be damned…”
You pinch your eyes shut and steel yourself at the sound of the all too familiar Texan drawl, hanging on to the hope that perhaps he isn’t talking to you. You’re out of luck though, and moments later Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin slides into the open space next to you at the bar, already posed in a casual lean as he looks you up and down appraisingly.
It makes your teeth grind.
It makes your face hot.
“If it isn’t Mirage. Would have invited you to play with us if I’d known you were here earlier…” Hangman cocks his head, and his lips tip up in an infuriatingly perfect smile. “But one can never really be sure if you’re around or not… and that's before you get in a cockpit,” he grins, but when you meet his eye at last, he looks away from you, toward Penny who seems to approach in the nick of time, saving you from needing to respond.
You blink down at your drink, and finish it quickly, unnerved by what you think might have just been a compliment of sorts from Hangman. You’d been stationed together previously, though you weren’t friends, so you’d been expecting something a little more acidic in nature. You’d heard him interact with other aviators, knew he liked to push and poke them, usually got away with it too. For some reason though, he’d never really gone there with you and frankly you’ve always just chalked it up to not being worth his time. In fact, you’re pretty sure the only times you’d ever actually spoken had been in the sky. To be completely honest, you’re more than a little surprised that he remembers you at all.
You didn’t exactly go out of your way to stand out…
You were naturally quiet, which wasn’t helped by your social anxiety, resulting in most people describing you as extremely shy. They wouldn’t be wrong, you suppose, you did tend to keep to yourself, the idea of having too many eyes on you all but unbearable to you. But if you’d thought a roomful of people singing happy birthday to you was bad, somehow being under the unwavering stare of Hangman is approximately one thousand times worse.
“Penny, my dear… I’ll have,” he stops to glance pointedly down at your now finished beer, adjusts his stance to lean even more and unwittingly makes the muscles in his bicep bulge.
“Five more on the Old Timer,” Hangman says, nodding to the man who sits on the other side of the bar.
Internally you blanch, but externally, you say nothing and give even less away, feeling a little ping of satisfaction that apparently, you know something Hangman doesn’t. Before he’d come along, you’d been carefully watching the interaction between Penny and Captain Mitchell. You’d never met the man before, but you knew how to read military insignia, which at this point, was more than you could say for Hangman, who dismisses him quickly.
You wonder if Monday morning you’ll be able to work up the nerve to tease him about it.
You’re distracted from your thoughts when Penny returns with the requested drinks. You had no real intentions of going and hanging out with Hangman and the others, but before you can excuse yourself, your empty beer is smoothly plucked from your hands, replaced quickly with a brand new one.
“Help me carry these back?” Hangman asks then, jerking his head in the vague direction of the pool table. You frown when he immediately takes off walking, not actually letting you help him at all, all four beers still slotted between his fingers. You find yourself following him anyway, as if he’d placed some kind of spell over you.
Hangman stops ahead of you at the ancient jukebox, looking back over his shoulder at you, nodding in a pleased manner when he sees you trailing behind. He waits for you, gaze never leaving your form, even as he nods to the space next to him. You awkwardly step up to the spot opposite to him, and look past the glass and at the selection inside. Hangman, once more, takes up a lean, this time against the rickety machine.
“Would you be so kind as to select track number…” he trails off as he checks the list of songs, but quickly flicks his gaze back to you, and smiles bright, tauntingly, again. “Eighty-Six?” he asks, but it's barely a question. You nod, and swallow, shifting from holding your beer with two hands to holding it with just one. You carefully tap the chunky ‘eight’ and ‘six’ keys as he watches. The machine’s little analogue screen confirms that your song is next up, and nervously, you look back up at Hangman, horrified to find he’s just been staring at your face for the past however long.
“S’been a while, Mirage.” He drawls, making you blink rapidly and look away.
“Has it?” Is all you can manage meekly in reply, surprised when he lets out a genuine sounding laugh. He hums warmly, and you practically feel it in your chest.
“And yet,” he lifts hand, two beers held expertly between his fingers, but he extends it to tap your nose, almost making you almost flinch.
“You haven’t changed at all.” Hangman grins Cheshire-like down at you, before his eyes narrow ever so slightly, and he leans in even closer while flicking his eyes up and down your form again.
“I don’t bite you know,” he tells you, his voice sounding serious, but his somberness lasts mere seconds.
“Well, not unless you ask me to first, sweetheart,” he winks and his smile grows large as your eyes grow wide and you splutter, flustered.
Your face grows hot with slight embarrassment, a wave of inner resentment at his teasing washing through you.
Hangman laughs, seemingly bored with you now, and he turns to walk back toward the pool tables. Without even looking, he beckons you to follow with one finger on his still occupied hands. For a moment your pique prevents you from doing so, certain that if you were to dip into the crowd now, he’d not care enough to seek you out again, let alone notice you were missing.
You know he didn’t mean it, you know his flirting is just to get a rise, but you also know that he’d never do it to Phoenix, or Halo, and a little bit of you hates yourself for being such a marked pushover. You make the decision now that you won’t let him do it again, if you can help it.
Your eyes travel past Hangman then, towards the pool tables where you can now see another figure has joined the other gathered aviators, and for the first time all evening, you don’t feel nervous to go join them.
You follow after Hangman, but quickly diverge from his path, cutting around a gathered group of Navy personnel to get there faster. As you approach, you take a moment to shake off any lingering anxiety, before gently laying a hand on the faded Hawaiian shirt in front of you, doing your best to keep yourself from bouncing on your heels.
Rooster half looks ready to wave off whoever is trying to get his attention, but when his shaded eyes land on you, he spins his whole body to face you, grinning widely in unguarded excitement as he gathers you up in his arms.
“Miri!” he exclaims warmly, and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles out of you when he briefly lifts you off the ground.
“I was just about to ask Phoenix if she’d seen you yet.” Rooster informs you. 
“Seen who?” Phoenix steps around him, frowning as she quickly glances you over, though it disappears quickly.
“Yeah, that about tracks…” Rooster mutters mostly to himself.
“Nat, this is Mirage, you know her right?” Rooster introduces the two of you, and while neither of you make to shake hands, you only feel friendly energy radiate off the other woman, even as she openly looks you over now, nodding at Rooster’s words.
“Right, I have heard about you… I guess there's no real mystery behind your callsign… I didn’t even realise you were here… Sorry,” she tells you bluntly, but you appreciate her straightforwardness.
“They said ‘Wallflower’ was too long.” You joke lightly, and the other woman smiles. A moment passes between you, and you get the distinct feeling that Phoenix has become determined to never let you go unnoticed in her presence again.
You aren’t sure just yet if you appreciate that, but you are sure that you’ve just made a friend.
“Mirage?” Another voice joins then and you look to your left, smiling again when you see another familiar face.
“Bob!” you move to embrace him too, not seeing the look shared between Phoenix and Payback who watch you in surprise.
“Huh. Figures.”
-
Neither you or Hangman have moved since Rooster and Mav went down. The rest of Dagger had returned an hour ago, mission complete. There was no reason for either of you to be on standby.
And yet.
When the call came through that Dagger Two had been hit, both you and Hangman had separately requested to be launched, to help, but you’d been denied.
As a rule, you made yourself easy to work with, even if those around you were less compliant, and you’d experienced plenty of that, flying alongside Hangman the past few weeks. Whether it was him leaving you to get shot down in training, or refusing to fly as a team during simulations. And yet, despite his habit of ‘hanging you out to dry’ being the reason behind his callsign, deep down, you’ve never once doubted flying alongside him in the real thing like the others seemed to.
You’re glad for that lack of hesitation now, glad that it only takes a single moment of eye contact from across the tarmac for the two of you to understand one another perfectly. Glad that when you got word that somehow, Rooster was supersonic again, you already know his answer before you even ask.
“Hangman? Hondo’s cleared us for take off with the ground crew, against orders. You with me?” you ask quietly, looking over at your wingman, knowing that when you return you’ll most certainly be court marshalled, but unable to sit and do nothing any longer.
“To hell and back, Mirage,” comes his immediate reply.
You see him move in sync with you, both of your canopy’s lowering at the same time.
You ignore the panicked voices ordering you to stand down, long enough for Hondo and the others to get you on the catapult, and by then it’s too late.
In two seconds you’re propelled from zero to over a hundred and sixty, and in your ears you hear Hangman right behind you.
-
“Do you want to get a coffee with me?” The question makes you jump, your drink almost sloshing everywhere. The sudden voice, as well as the person it belonged to, takes you completely by surprise, but you’re thankful he doesn’t draw attention to your startling.
Up until moments ago, you’d been peacefully watching the ocean toss and turn, burying your feet in the damp sand and thinking about what you were going to do with your upcoming two weeks of post-mission leave.
Most of Dagger were a little further up the shore, a bonfire crackling away, although you weren’t the only one to have splintered off. Mav and Rooster were currently standing in the shallows talking, and you think Halo and Phoenix have moved to sit apart from the others as well. You had managed to sneak away easily enough, content to just sit on your own for a while, though your efforts appear to have been mostly in vain, if the man now plopped in the sand beside you is any indicator.
You blink at each other.
“What?!” you blurt out dumbly, not completely certain you really understood what he’d said. Hangman’s lips press into a thin line, and he looks away from you, linking his hands together around his knees, and staring out at the rolling waves.
“Coffee. Would you like to get one with me?” He repeats, sounding only a smidge impatient, but it still doesn't clear up much for you.
“I… No, I heard you the first time… I… I just don’t understand… why?”
Over the past three weeks you’ve been forced more out of your shell than you ever have before. It was torture. It was wonderful.
Part of you pats yourself on the back for being able to ask him so starightly, but another part of you slaps yourself in the face for questioning him.
Hangman turns to look at you apprehensively.
“Are you asking why coffee or why am I asking you?” He speaks slowly and carefully, his face blank and devoid of any hint he was teasing, though you think he might be anyway.
“Why… Why are you asking me?” You push, shuffling your feet in the sand, drawing his attention for a moment. He looks back at your face and frowns slightly, cocking his head.
“Because I like you? And that is usually what somebody does when they like someone. Ask them.” He answers, and this time you definitely get the impression he’s politely trying not to laugh, but for once, you don’t feel like you’re on the outside of the joke.
Still, you find yourself taken somewhat aback at his confession, admitted so easily and freely, as if it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you, which confuses you.
“Like me? I didn’t even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let alone–” you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean.
“Well, I do.” He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. “You can just say no if you don’t–”
“–No, I do!” you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, you’re a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by. Especially when for the past three weeks you haven't been able to get rid of the odd heart skips you got whenever Hangman acknowledged your presence at all.
And besides, you weren’t blind.
Hangman was ridiculously pretty, and not anywhere near as much of an asshole as he wanted people to believe.
He looks at you blankly for a moment, processing your words, before his face breaks out in a smile. It isn’t one of his usual smirks or tauntingly pearly grins, though. It’s softer, sweeter, and you stare mesmerised as he looks away from you again quickly, and down at his linked hands, nodding.
Two days pass, and even when you’re sitting across from him in a small, niche little coffee shop you had no idea existed, you feel like you’re in a dream.
You’ve never seen Hangman out of uniform, you realise, and it’s a whole new experience you’re forced quickly to process when he stands to go get your drinks.
Dark jeans, white shirt, casual jacket. It’s a simple outfit, but goddamn does he make it look good. Nervously you have to wonder if your white and blue sundress, sneakers and bomber jacket were having the same effect on him, though you highly doubt it.
He returns quickly, attentively, placing both your coffees down, before folding himself into his chair once more. You both look at each other awkwardly before you distract yourself by taking a sip of your coffee. Hangman seems to do the same, but instead of drinking, he begins tearing into several little sugar packets, and emptying them into his coffee foam.
You huff out a tiny laugh before you can stop yourself, and his eyes quickly snap to you.
“What?” he asks defensively, but the corners of his mouth twitch.
“I just… I guess I never figured you for a sweet coffee kinda guy…”
“Oh, and why is that?” his twitching lips turn into a full smirk, but it isn’t his usual Hangman smirk. You chew on the inside of your lip, and sip your coffee once more before answering.
“I’m not sure. I guess you just don’t seem like the type of guy who…” you trail off, unsure of what exactly you’re trying to say and even more; how to say it.
“Listen, I may have rippling, glistening abdominals, but I have a sweet tooth,” he says, putting on the defensiveness now, leaning toward you and pointing at himself. You pinch your brows together and purse your lips, nodding vehemently.
“I know how to have fun,” he tells you, tipping a third sugar into his coffee.
“Of that I don’t really doubt, Hangman,” you say, but his gaze snaps back to you again, almost sharply this time.
“Jake.” he corrects you.
You pause.
Of course, you knew his first name, but you’re fairly certain you’ve never once used it. Hangman has just always been, well, Hangman. But you weren’t in a cockpit right now, he’d asked you out, this wasn’t the time and place for callsigns. He wasn’t Hangman, and you weren’t Mirage.
“Jake,” you say slowly, carefully, as if he’ll tell you any moment he’s just kidding around. But he doesn’t.
“Miri,” he replies, slow like you, but softer, and it’s silly, but it sounds so nice coming from him. You shake your head and swallow.
“Jake, if you don’t like coffee, why did you ask me out for one?” you ask him, watching as he blinks slowly at you, before his gaze slowly drops to the latte in front of him.
“If I asked you for a drink, you might’ve got the wrong idea,” he starts, speaking carefully. “If I asked you for dinner, it could be too formal, too awkward–”
“–It’s already awkward,” you point out, making him grimace slightly, so you shrug.
“Coffee just seemed like– I just wanted to–” he cuts himself off and drops both hands to the table.
“Look– I just didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding about what this was. I like you. I know you like coffee.” Jake admits all in a flurry, his voice quiet, and his eyes flickering around as he speaks.
For as long as you’ve known him, you’ve never seen Jake unable to maintain eye contact, actually it seemed to be something he took immense pride in, and it always made you slightly uncomfortable, but right now he appears completely incapable, and it's not a side of Hangman you’ve ever seen before. You realise you might be meeting Jake properly for the first time.
You decide to let him off easy, with all the newfound courage Dagger had been feeding into you the past few weeks, and you change the subject.
“You know, when you came up to me at the Hard Deck that first night, I was kinda surprised you remembered me at all,” you say slowly, sipping your coffee and eying him evenly. Jake frowns then, but it smooths out into a cool grin, and he leans back in his chair, cocking his head.
“Are you kidding? I’m always clocking possible threats.” he tells you, making you cough lightly.
“How am I a threat to you?!” you ask in disbelief.
“Oh, I could name a few,” Jake teases, nodding at you, but flicking his eyes away, almost making a show of clocking an incoming group of customers behind you.
You weren’t clueless, you knew you were a part of Dagger for a reason. You were damn good at your job, but still, Jake was Hangman, not only was he an aviator you respected, he was an aviator with very high personal standards, and for him to see you as comparable to him… well truthfully, you find yourself rather humbled.
And then flustered, at his clear unabashed flirting.
“I always thought you flirting was just you messing with me,” you admit, and he grins wider.
“Can’t it be both?” he asks, leaning forward again, and clasping his hands together. He seems to have no problem maintaining eye contact now, you note. When you cold-stare him, he simply shrugs.
“You’re cute when you get all flustered and nervous, what can I say?”
“Literally anything else.” You grumble back.
You finish your coffee and push the cup to the side, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward like he was. Jake mimics you, pushing his own coffee away, clearly with no intention to start, let alone finish it. You aren’t as good as him with eye contact though, no matter how much you’d come out of your shell, so you take the opportunity to glance sideways out the window, only for your gaze to catch on something.
Your heart thumps loudly for a moment in your ears, and you wonder briefly if you should act on the thoughts popping around your brain right now, or if you should just stay put.
You lean forward even more, and flick your eyes back to Jake who is staring at you curiously.
“Hey, I have an idea…” you start, chewing on the inside of your lip, before standing up. You only hesitate a little before offering your hand.
“You with me?” you ask without thinking, the words the same as the ones you ask time and again to your wingmen while in flight manoeuvres. Jake stares up at you for a moment, before he too stands, your heart skipping when he takes your hand. With a tiny squeeze you almost don’t notice, Jake grins, and nods.
-
“Oh, hey! Stop! That’s not fair!” You elbow Jake in the side, but it’s already too late. The hand he’d shot out to block your light gun had done its job, and where you’d previously been neck in neck for score on the dual Time Crisis cabinet, Jake’s character was now cheering in victory, while your screen was asking you to insert more coins and try again.
Jake chortles and you both slot your plastic guns back into their plastic holsters at the front of the machine.
“We never agreed to no interference,” he says proudly, and you sock him in the arm only half as hard as you can.
“I didn’t think it needed to be said!” you exclaim pointedly. Jake grins down at you, and collects his tickets.
“Quit complaining, all these are gonna go towards whatever stuffed bear or whatever the hell you want anyway.” He rolls his eyes, and gestures to the shoddy ‘rewards’ counter of the arcade you’d spotted from the coffee shop.
“I want the Minion.” You state firmly after glancing at the redemption counter for three seconds, and spotting the big ugly yellow creature on the top shelf. Jake sighs in a put-upon manner and shakes his head.
“See, this is how you know I really like you. I’m willing to ignore that,” he says, and you actually think he might be serious this time. You grin up at him as he takes your elbow, and begins leading you toward the back of the room.
“What are you going to cheat me out of kicking your ass at this time?” you glance around you, goosebumps trailing up and down your arm as Jake lets his hand slide from around your elbow, down your forearm and into your hand, which he squeezes as if in warning.
“I didn’t cheat, I simply used black ops tactics,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. You purse your lips at him and narrow your own eyes back.
“Cheat.” you say again, pronouncing each syllable deliberately.
You come to a stop then, and you look up at the old photo booth machine. Jake pulls out a fistfull of tickets, squinting his eyes at the label with instructions, before looking back over at the redemption counter. He seems to run some numbers before he looks back down at you with a grin, and waves the strings of crumpled tickets.
“My cheating means we can use the booth, and still have enough for a Kevin plush, so I don’t wanna hear no more complaining outta you,” he waggles a finger in front of your nose, and you blink up at him sheepishly.
“Jake– I don’t really want the Minion…” you say, before your voice turns suspicious. “Anyway, how do you know which one is Kevin?!” you lift an eyebrow, only for Jake to roll his eyes and push you into the curtained booth.
You orient yourself in the tiny enclosed space, looking around you as Jake takes a moment to feed several lines of win-tickets into the machine before he follows you. He’s forced to duck down real low, making the space even smaller, and you both stare for a moment at the small seat barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
“Well, either you can sit on my lap, or I can sit on yours, darlin’, but I know which one I’d prefer.” Jake intones lowly, and for the first time in an hour or so, you feel yourself get all flustered again. Honestly, you’d kind of forgotten about the explicitly romantic tone of this meeting until now, and more than that, your stomach begins to flip and flop like the first time you’d gotten in a jet when he eases past you and drops himself onto the bench before patting his thighs.
“Jake, maybe if you just move over a litt–”
“No can do, honey,” and he’s not even trying to tease you, he demonstrates the spread of his legs, and the tight fit into the booth, before looking back up at you expectantly again.
“Okay… Okay…” you say more for your own sanity than anything else, and turn, quickly perching yourself on his leg before you can really think too hard about what you're doing.
Your efforts are for naught though, because the moment you’re sat down, Jake’s hands are tugging you against him further, sitting you more comfortably on the thick expanse of his thigh, and you barely repress the noise that nearly escapes you at the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips.
“There we go, sweetheart,” he says softly, almost to himself, and moves his hands to wrap around you completely. If he notices your little noise, which by his self satisfied smirk he definitely has, he thankfully chooses not to say anything. Your face grows warm, not only at the hold he has on you but at the pet name too.
“Did you just call me ‘sweetheart’?” you ask, sounding half bewildered, half incredulous, forgetting for a moment where exactly you were and why. As you look over your shoulder at the man behind you, Jake stares back, his smirk still in place even as his eyes seem to search your face, his own expression mostly unreadable.
“Would you prefer ‘honey’?” he almost purrs, his voice distinctly amused, but you notice that he doesn’t back down, doesn’t apologise or step back.
It makes your stomach twist up in knots. It makes your heartbeat skip like a record.
You turn away from him, shake your head.
“It’s fine,” you tell him bashfully, wanting to grumble slightly when against your back you sense what you think is him puffing his chest a little. Quickly, you add: “Not at work, though…”
Jake chortles, but as you peek over your shoulder to look at him again, he’s relenting, his smirk gone and replaced with a far softer smile as he nods.
“Not at work, though.” he repeats lowly in confirmation, almost making you jump when he shifts one hand to steady you around the waist, his other reaching out to begin fiddling with the controls on the lit up screen in front of you.
“Alright, let's get this show on the road shall we?”
By the time you’re exiting the tiny cubicle, Jake’s hands still attached to your hips as he follows you out, you’re both laughing quietly to yourselves. You’re amazed to find just how much Jake can affect you, either setting you at complete ease or sending you into a tizzy, depending on what he’s said or done. Usually you wouldn’t be surprised by other people’s effects on you, you were jumpy and anxious by nature, but it was rare that somebody who put you on edge as much as Jake did, could also give you such comfort.
When he detaches his hands from your sides at last to survey the sheets of photos spat out by the booth, you marvel at how much you start to miss the contact. With all the subtlety you can muster, you inch closer to him, under the guise of getting a look at the photos as well, though really, you’re only hoping that you might prompt him into reaching out for you again.
Jake chortles and points at a set of two pictures. In one, you’re both grinning madly, pulling silly faces, and in the other, you’re wearing softer smiles, and you notice now, that Jake had pushed his face a little closer to yours. It makes heat rise in your cheeks, not just at the seeming intimacy of the photo, but truthfully, of how much you like seeing the two of you like that.
“You won’t mind if I keep these, will ya?” Jake asks, looking over at you. You simply shake your head, and he grins a little wider, carefully tearing off the two pictures before pulling out his wallet and tucking them inside, for sake keeping, you assume.
Jake lets you keep the rest, and absently, you fold them into the zipper in your purse, too distracted by the fact that he does indeed take your hand again, before quickly releasing it to instead wrap his arm over your shoulder. You can’t stop yourself from smiling a little as you blink dumbly up at him, and he grins down at you, ducking his face even closer to yours.
“Now sweetheart, I believe I was instructed to win you a minion plush.”
-
You try to avoid Phoenix’s hard stare, and focus on wiping down your helmet.
“You’re acting weird,” she finally announces, still managing to make you jump despite your anticipation. You then immediately proceed to do yourself exactly zero favours, proving her point by refusing to look up at her, choosing to instead hurriedly continue with your current task.
“What? No I’m not. I’m fine. You’re being weird,” you argue, wincing at your clearly abysmal attempts at behaving like a normal adult human. You start re-cleaning the pristine surface of your helmet, your nerves conjuring imperfections you logically know don’t exit.
Just before you completely lose yourself down the spiral of unhealthy compulsive behaviours, A hand, Nat’s hand, stops your own. Tugging the cloth out of your hands and taking your helmet away from you, she places it down on the workbench you stand on opposite sides of. Chewing your lip, you at last meet her eye.
“Miri, it’s okay to have a crush–”
“–I don’t have a crush!” You blurt out both far too quickly to be believable, as well as in sheer panic. Your face grows immediately hot, and you can tell Phoenix is trying not to laugh at the show you’re putting on so poorly. Her lips twitch, but her expression softens from amusement into something softer, mixed with traces of pity. Just when you’re starting to debate the pros and cons of sprinting out of the room, getting in your jet, and then flying away never to be seen again, she relents, releasing you from her eye contact and making herself busy as she tidies up bits and bobs littering the workbench.
You swallow thickly, and stay watching her, your heart rate only spiking higher as your anxiety builds once more at her sudden apparent indifference. You follow her movements without moving an inch, sharply aware that not only was she still very much focused solely on scrutinising you, but even more mortifyingly, that this conversation was far from being over.
“Nat,” you say with surprisingly more strudiness than you believed possible, pausing to swallow the dryness in your mouth. “I don’t have a crush, okay?” You wait for her to look back over at you, nothing but disbelief rolling off of her faux-casualty, giving you a bullshit shrug and a smile.
“Okay.” she says. You had hoped that would be enough, but you should have known better. You clear your throat again.
“Nat,” you say, only making yourself louder, as if that was a sign of nothing going on. She looks up at you somewhat blankly. You know you’re totally screwed already as her eyes dip to watch your finger begin quickly tapping on the bench before you with barely any acknowledgement from yourself. “There’s nothing weird going on,” you say, pleading with your voice and face and every atom of your being that she drops it.
She drops something, unfortunately it’s not the subject though, but you still feel some semblance of stress leaving your body as her fake lack of care dissolves, and she leans back to rest against the cabinet behind her. She crosses her arms and shrugs again while letting out a soft, pitying sigh, which this time doesn’t raise your non-existent heckles as much as it had when it first showed its face.
You stare at one another, at what you think is an impasse and wordless agreement to now never talk of this episode in your friendship ever again, but once again, you should have known better.
“If it’s any consolation, I think he has a crush on you too, so it's not like it’s a total waste of energy… despite all evidence to the contrary,” She says conversationally at first, before muttering out the last part under her breath.
“He doesn’t,” you state with so much certainty you almost forget for a moment that it’s not even a little bit true. Instead, crossing your arms too, you feel like a middle schooler having a much too serious fight with her friend at lunch. “We’ve just become closer, like all of the squad have. You’re just noticing it cause you want to!” you’re a little taken aback by the sound logic of your own reasoning, all points earned to your side then immediately becoming forfeit when you can’t help yourself from stupidly continuing to speak. “Why? Has he said something?!”
Your outburst of near-giddy excitement destroys all chances of you walking this back, and you find yourself with only one option left available. But your prior readiness to exit out of this failed interaction at roughly 300 kts/min becomes soberingly not so fun to fantasise about when you sheepishly remember the current charges against you, for the theft of the $70 million dollar military aircraft you’d technically stolen when you and Jake had taken a joy ride to pick up Mav and Rooster.
You're snapped back into the present as Natasha Trace regards you unreadably and slowly lifts one perfect eyebrow at you. You cover your face and hang your head, you reason with your now permanently mortified brain that if you just admitted to the thing she already believed to be true, she’d stop looking any closer, possibly finding out something actually secret.
It helps that your embarrassment for the flurry of extremely obvious questions is very real, and you groan into your palms. You hear before you see Phoenix laugh, listening to her chortle at your outing yourself, but you notice that he demeanour is warmer now, and she pushes herself up to sit on the top of the bench between you, crossing her legs.
“He’s not said a thing, but he doesn’t need to,” she tells you, seemingly glad to just be able to share her findings and observations, which you uncomfortably realise have been going on for a lot longer than you realised.
“It's what he’s not saying,” she explains, and you blink up at her in genuine curiosity.
“Huh?”
Phoenix turns her gaze upward as she thinks.
“He doesn’t make fun of you… or snipe at you, not really,” she begins, resting her head in her hand. “To be honest when we first met, I was expecting to defend you. You’re a good pilot, a great one, but Hangman isn’t exactly known for recognising that in others…”
You frown up at her, unsure of anything to say to abate her suspicions.
She’s not exactly wrong, even when the two of you were first stationed together, he’d never poked fun at you, never really called you out. To be fair, he hadn’t really acknowledged your presence at all, but these days you knew that was more to do with the fact that all this time, Hangman had liked you, had seen you were shy, and didn’t like crowds, and as you’d found out recently, often made more of a spectacle of himself to draw attention away from you.
You have to stop yourself from smiling dreamily at the thought of him.
“And I mean, he disobeyed direct orders for you, he knew what you were doing, and he went with you anyway… I’m just saying Miri, I don’t think you’d be disappointed if you were to say something–”
You quickly cut her off.
“I’m not saying anything to him!”
At last, given your already clear admittance of your supposed ‘crush’, Phoenix relents, holding up her hands and shrugging.
“Just think about it alright? It’s even sort of… cute, in a weird, Hangman-y way.”
You grumble at her, but thankfully she doesn’t bring it up again for the rest of the afternoon. Still, you leave the workshop with a sparkling helmet, cleaner than you think it ever has been, and with a pressing matter to relay to your boyfriend, most of which involves playing it much, much cooler in front of Phoenix the next time you all hang out.
-
You know you’ve made some personal growth when you answer the door in your matching Star Wars X-Wing PJ’s and slippers, and aren’t immediately mortified.
Jake stands there, already grinning back at you, and looking like a greek god sent to earth in his dark jeans and plain white shirt.
“Red Leader Mirage, your rescuer has arrived!” he announces, doing what you judge to be a surprising spot-on impression of Lt. Porkins from Star Wars, shooting a lazily salute down at slippers
Unfortunately, you aren’t given the chance to ask him more about his perfect Red Six however, as he’s almost immediately pushing away from where he’d been leaning against the side of your door, posing for your perusal you assume, and holds out a brown paper bag for you to take. You swipe it, and shoot him a thankful smile.
“Thank you, Jake, really…” you side-step his self-congratulatory jokes, but he doesn’t seem phased, simply shrugging, and taking a step closer to you, letting one hand rest gently on your shoulder, before he hooks it and tugs you into him.
You’d started getting all-too familiar with just how physically attentive Jake seemed to be, something you would never have guessed about him several weeks ago, but had come to terms with now. Clingy was never a word you would have used to describe him before. He hugs you briefly, then pulls back to look down at you, his brow furrowed and his expression filled with genuine concern, another thing you’d been getting more familiar with.
“How’re you feeling?” he asks, inviting himself in by walking you backwards and kicking your door closed lightly behind him. You’d come not to mind this sort of thing either, but mostly because you know if you asked him to leave again, he would, no questions asked. That was another new thing you’d been learning about Jake Seresin.
In comparison to how Hangman could be up in the sky, Jake was entirely understanding, one hundred percent supportive, and almost a little too observant when it came to your particular anxieties. It meant he often knew without you saying when to push you, and when to not, and on the occasion that you did need to say, he always respected those boundaries.
It was starting to make you nervous, how much you were growing to like him.
“Cramps are kicking my ass, but other than that, mostly fine. Thank you for these,” you try again, hoping that he really understands just how much you appreciate him coming over for you tonight. Never in your life would you have imagined feeling comfortable enough to ask Hangman to stop by the pharmacy and pick you up sanitary products, and never would you have imagined he’d make no issue of it.
“Sure,” he says, again with a shrug. “You want me to head out?” he asks then, tipping his head back at your door, even as he inches his face closer to yours, brushing his nose tip against yours. Your lips quirk, then break out into a full smile when he grins before dipping low enough to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your stomach somersaults and pulls at least ten G’s for sure as he continues to brush his lips against yours teasingly.
This hadn’t taken much getting used to at all. Jake was a good kisser, and had proved it after your second date, almost in the exact place you were now, both his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips full on yours, hungry and insistent. That had been almost four weeks ago now, but after his hands had tugged your hips flush to his, you’d quickly put the breaks on.
You were still slightly uncertain about going further with Jake so soon. The fact was, you worked together in a high impact, high stress job, and if anything should happen between you, it would be easier to keep things professional if you took it slow
Jake had, to your slight surprise, though you aren't sure exactly what you were expecting, nodded slowly and taken a step back. He’d told you that the only thing he wanted more than you, was for you to want him too. You’d had to explain that your position wasn’t because you didn’t want him, which had led to more making out, but he hadn’t pushed to go further and he’d left that night with the affirmation that however long you wanted to wait was alright by him.
“No, you can stay,” you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck to stop him from pulling away too much as you try not to full-on pout. Jake smiles against your lips and presses into you further, moving to push you against the wall, where he crowds your space entirely and stops teasing you, capturing your lips with his at last.
You’re about to experimentally slide your hand up his shirt, a thought that had been lingering in your mind more and more these past few days, but your kiss is over too soon, and he pulls back, leaving you breathless.
“Weren’t you waiting for me, so you could do chores?” he prompts, nearly making you grumble. Instead you nod, and gently push back against him, heading towards your bedroom just down the main hall.
“You can wait in here if you like,” you suggest, feeling a little nervous about the idea, but it was something you’d been thinking about for a while now. Even if you and Jake weren’t sleeping together, that didn’t mean the two of you couldn’t sleep together, did it? It was something you’d wanted, specifically with him, but not really something you’d ever experienced before. You were ready to move out of these early stages of your relationship, eager to push yourself and your limits just a little, so you could settle into something more comfortable with Jake, something where you weren’t always a little surprised when he touched you, or called you by one of his innumerable pet names.
Jake shoves his hands in his pockets and nods, clearly thinking through what this invitation could mean as he follows you quietly.
“Um, I feel like I should say ‘excuse the mess’, but you know–” you cut yourself off and gesture around your bedroom when you both have entered. Jake snorts.
“Well that’s what being in the Navy gets you. I won’t judge if you say it anyway,” he tells you lightly, and you scoff.
“Yes you will!” you insist, and are met with a confident, familiar cheshire-grin.
“Mhm, but only a little. Have you changed your mind, honey?” he steps toward you again then, almost closing the distance in one stride, his hands still shoved in his pockets, but his gaze locked intently on you in a way you haven’t felt since that second date. Your heart beats so loudly you’re sure he must be able to hear, but he doesn’t mention it, just waits for you, crowding your space again.
“Oh, I– No… not… I didn’t… I’m sorry…”
The moment you speak Jake is stepping back, pulling his hands from his pockets to hold them up, his expression losing the intensity again.
“No need to apologise, my mistake.” Jake’s words are sincere, but he looks away from you.
You let out a little sigh.
“It’s just so soon, and with the trial–”
“–You don’t have to explain yourself, honey,” Jake pulls his hands from his pockets at last and places them at your waist, drawing you in. You fall quiet as he lowers his face to yours, though he teases you again by not kissing you, simply looking you over, and then smirking when you pout. “You want it when you want it, and that’s when I want it, okay?”
He makes you nod, before he at last lowers his lips to meet yours and kisses you, slow and sweet. You finally get the chance to test the waters a little, easing your hand carefully underneath the back of his shirt, making you giggle against his mouth when he jumps slightly at the feel of your skin on his. Jake doesn’t say or do anything about it though, thankfully just letting you explore a little as he tips your head back further to deepen your kiss, and you brush your fingers up his spine.
After a short while of this, he must feel the urge to tease you again, because with little to no hesitation at all, unlike you, he slips his hands beneath your shirt, his warm palms gripping onto the bare skin just above your PJ shorts, almost making you moan. You’re glad you’re able to hold back the sound, mostly, but your own surprise doesn’t go unnoticed by the blond currently kissing you.
He only continues doing so for a short minute longer, before he’s eventually pulling back, lips pink and kiss swollen. You can’t help but frown at the parting. He squeezes your waist, and nudges your nose with his own.
“What do you want to do, honey?”
You groan at the apparent lack of making out in your future, not because you don’t think he’d agree, but mostly because you’re not quite ready to ask him for more, though a part of you senses he’s not willing to let you off the hook for those chores you’d told him about earlier.
“I need to fold this laundry,” you point past him, to your walk-in wardrobe and the basket that lies within. Jake looks over at it and lifts an eyebrow, which you choose to ignore. He nods then, and takes a step away from you, making you frown even more when his hands fall from your body.
“I’ll help,” he says, making your eyes widen, and you quickly step around him to block his path, where he is clearly about to make for your basket.
“No! Um… It’s okay, It’ll be easier if I just do it…” you trail off, wondering if you sound insane and neurotic, but Jake simply raises his hands again and nods.
“Well, what do you want me to do?” he prods, and you realise, he’s come inside thinking you want him to help with your chores.
“I was thinking… I was thinking it might just be nice for you to just… be here?” You cringe, and narrowly avoid making a face at yourself. Jake blinks at you as if he doesn’t understand.
“You want me to… sit around while you do laundry?” he asks, tone confused, but equally unimpressed. You nod. Jake shifts, then clicks his tongue. “I was not raised to let somebody work while I sit and watch, especially not my girl. My mother would tan my hide.”
You’re a little surprised by the seriousness on his face, despite the humorous inflection in his voice. You suck in a breath, mulling over how to explain to him what you had been thinking when he came inside. Jake’s eyes flicker over you for a moment before he shifts again, crossing his arms and lifting his chin at you.
“Alright sweetheart, just say what you gotta say, I can hear those cogs turning from here…”
“I… I like that you want to help me, I think that’s really sweet…”
“But…?” Jake prompts.
“I find this kinda thing hard, and I was hoping we could just try and do something… domestic…? Together?” your face goes hot at your admission, and when Jake doesn’t immediately respond you wonder if using the word ‘domestic’ was too much, too soon.
“What is ‘this kind of thing’? I get the other part honey,” again, his voice is playful, but you see the seriousness behind his eyes and it lends you even more comfort. How is he so good at this? It’s almost like he’d read your teenage diary entry all about your perfect guy… it's the sort of attention, care, and behaviour that you’ve never actually gotten from a guy you were seeing before, so you aren’t really sure how to compose yourself.
“This kind of thing,” you gesture between you and him, before clearing your throat. “I don't know what to call it– us, but–”
“–a relationship.” Jake cuts in firmly, and you pause, heart thumping. You hadn't actually had this discussion yet, but you guess you’re having it now.
“Right. I mean, I’ve been in relationships before, but they’ve never really worked out and I feel like I never get to the point with boyfriends where I feel fully comfortable, so I–” you clamp your mouth shut, both at the use of ‘boyfriend’, and at the fact you were rambling, and you’re pretty sure it's too early to start telling him about how all your prior relationships failed.
“Right. So, let me get this straight; you were going to come back in here and put your laundry away, regardless of me being here?” Jake holds up a hand as he repeats back the information.
“Yeah…”
“And you just want me to keep you company?”
You nod, and clear your throat.
“Yeah.”
Jake stares at you, a level of understanding crossing his face, before his eyes flick to your laundry behind you, then back to your face.
“... And you’re sure I can’t help you?” His resolve sounds weak, and you think he’s already made up his mind to do as you asked, but his upbringing requires him to triple check. You smile, and this time step toward him, gingerly resting your hand on his arm, which he immediately raises, and flips, sliding it so now you’re holding his hand.
Again, you can’t fathom how he got so good at this sort of thing. Your knees go wobbly.
“I have a bunch of lacy unmentionables in there, so…” you try to lighten things, but it's not a lie. Jake picks up what you’re putting down, and gives your hand a squeeze. He tips his chin at you and lifts an eyebrow.
“Now why’d you have to go and say that honey? You sure you’re certain I can’t help?” his hands slip from yours to rest at your hips again, completely bypassing your top this time and your heart stutters.
You bite your lip, and nod your head, trying not to laugh him off fully, because while that may be your instinctual nervous reaction, you didn’t want to discourage him entirely. You liked that Jake acted as if you were a pretty girl, like you were desirable, and not like the awkward dork you actually were. You didn't want him to stop doing that.
His expression turns a little softer, and he leans down, moving slowly as to give you time to process, and he presses his lips to your cheek, lingering for just a moment before he taps your sides with his fingers, then steps away.
You’re still catching your breath when he looks back at you, pointing at what looks like one corner of your bed.
“Can I?”
You nod, and gesture at the whole mattress.
“Make yourself comfortable!”
You can feel the pounding music of the club in your whole body. The lights flashing and dancing in different colourways in time with the music give everything around you an ever changing aura, and maybe it’s all the drinks you’ve had tonight, but in front of you, Natasha seems to glow.
Her hands grasp your forearm firmly and you giggle, uncharacteristically carefree as you almost slip again.
“Alright! Okay, let's get you seated!” she says. She’s had a few too, but not nearly as many as you, and you’re glad for it now as she steers you toward the bar and grabs a paper cup to fill with water from the nearby water station toward the end. You find yourself drinking it without prompting, but miss the taste of the fruity cocktails you’d been downing all night. “I’ll call us a cab,” she says, beginning to pull out her phone, but you hastily stop her, placing a hand on her arm and shaking your head rapidly, making the colours spin even more.
“No! My boyfriend said he’d pick us up!” you insist, ignoring the way her eyebrows shoot up, then stitch together.
“You boyfriend?” she asks, but you miss the real question behind her words, instead you simply nod, and begin to fumble around in your own purse until you find your phone. Nat watches you expectantly as you open your messages, quickly tapping ‘call' on the top icon, and pressing the phone to one ear, and your finger to the other.
It rings less than once before it connects.
“Heeyy!” you sigh in relief down the line, happy to even just hear his voice after all night going without. “Yeah, no, everything’s alright, you just said to call you when we were done!” you say in reply to his amused questioning. You look up at Nat briefly, and if you were more sober, you might’ve been able to tell that she was leaning in slightly to try and hear the voice on the other end, but you aren’t, so you don’t.
“Okay, I’ll meet you out front!” you tell him excitedly, before adding on; “Is it okay if we give Nat a ride home too?” there's a short reply, and at last you’re smiling wide and nodding, even though he can’t see you. “Okay, we’ll see you soooon!”
You hang up and stare back up at Natasha, who's giving you a funny look that you ignore. “He said he’ll be here in ten, he’s been at the sports bar in town waiting!” you tell her dreamily, like she might understand what it means to you that Jake would choose to remain only a short distance away in case you needed anything, in the knowledge that you didn’t always enjoy nights out like this.
Nat simply nods and after making you drink one more glass of water, you begin making your way through the crowds and out of the club.
The air outside is warm, but refreshing and you take in as much of it as you can, not realising how stuffy the air inside the club had been until now. It was getting late, and bars and restaurants around the club are lit up and busy, the streets all around full of people either on their way to their destination, or lingering as they talk.
It doesn’t take long for you to spot Jake’s car and he pulls up close to the curb, allowing you to beeline for the passengers side door, not realising that Natasha follows with more confusion and trepidation. Jake jumps out of the car to greet you, rounding it to quickly steady your wobbly walk with a hand on your hip, and with the other, he pulls open the car door and helps you inside, leaning in to help you buckle in, grinning even as he murmurs quietly.
“You had a good night, sweetheart?” he asks, clicking your seatbelt into place for you, making you giggle at him. You lean forward for a kiss, but he dodges you, somewhat more aware than you are of your present company, and instead rests his hand so he can squeeze your knee. Your good mood isn’t spoiled and you barely notice the dodged kiss, so you simply nod your assent to his question vehemently.
“I had a lot to drink!” you tell him, before bursting out into giggles again, the soft, sweet smile Jake gives you going unnoticed as he squeezes your leg again.
“Yes you did,” he says with clear, fond amusement, and at last moves back so he can shut your door.
Unlike you, on the other hand, Natasha may as well be sober as a judge, and she eyes Jake somewhat distrustfully as she steps closer, lifting her chin up at him as she talks.
“What’re you doing here?” she asks accusingly, making Jake cock his head at her, only half as annoyingly as he can. He gestures back at you in the front seat of his car.
“Miri called, sounded pretty hammered,” he tells her as if that explained it. Natasha narrows her eyes and crosses her arms.
“Yeah, but she said she was calling her boyfriend, what’re you doing here?” She dares him to reply with anything but the truth, however luckily for Jake, unlike most men caught in her crossfire, he’s able to brush her off with an infuriating grin.
“I guess she dialled the wrong number, do you want a lift home or not?”
At his ultimatum (however hollow it really is, he wouldn’t leave her on her own in the middle of the night), Natasha frowns darker at him, but accepts the door he opens, waiting for her to get settled before he closes it behind her and returns to the driver's side.
When Jake checks his rearview he notes in amusement that Nat has situated herself in the middle seat, giving herself a perfect view of the two of you in the front. You don’t, nor do you seem to have any weariness in the bloodhound you’ve just set upon the both of you, but if he’s honest, Jake had known from day one that the second Natasha Trace suspected anything, your little secret was over.
He drives back as normally as he can, but it's strange to him now to have you sitting right there in his passenger's seat, and not have his hand in yours, or on your thigh. It’s strange to him to be in this space where the two of you are usually so open with your affection, and have to suppress it. Jake does not like it.
The car ride home is quiet, you seem content to look out the window, the tiredness hitting you now, but every so often he and Nat make small talk about whatever football scores interested them in the past week or two, and before too long, he’s pulling up outside her home.
Looking over at you to find that you’re slumped over asleep on his window, Jake follows Natasha out of the car with a simple offer of making sure she gets in alright. The congeniality doesn’t last very long, and once they’re standing on her porch she turns to him with a frown.
“You don’t really think I’m that stupid, do you?” she asks, for once not sounding angry or scolding, but seemingly subdued, maybe even a little upset. Jake sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Looking back to his car to make sure you’re still alright, he levels his squadmate with a serious expression.
“No, I do not,” he tells her sincerely. “But it’s Miri’s choice to not want to be public yet, all I’m asking is that you respect that,” he goes on after a moment. He doesn’t really believe she would say anything, but he feels the need to get her agreement, if only for your peace of mind in the morning.
Nat hums to herself and briefly looks away to fish out her keys. Once she has them in hand, she looks up at him again, a little grin on her face this time.
“How long?” she asks. Jake rolls his eyes and can’t resist the urge to mess with her just a little.
“Few years,” he states matter of factly, waiting for her eyes to pop wide before he lets out a victorious laugh and shakes his head. “A month or two,” he admits truthfully, accepting the hard sock in the arm as Nat scoffs at him and moves to unlock her front door.
“Something, something, I’ll kick your ass if you hurt her,” she grumbles as she steps inside, immediately kicking off her shoes. Jake straightens up and gives her a mock salute.
“Yes Ma’am,” he says, chortling to himself as he receives a middle finger for his efforts and the door is closed and locked again.
Jake feels a little lighter on his walk back to his car, and when he climbs in, he leans over to carefully adjust your crooked neck and make sure your belt is still strapped properly. You wake a little, confused at first, and blink up at him in happy wonderment.
“Hey!” you mumble, like it's the first time you’ve seen him tonight. Jake chuckles and leans closer to press a kiss to your forehead.
“Let’s get you home baby.”
You awake the next morning with nowhere near the headache you’re expecting, but with an array of distinct memories that cause a pit to open up in your stomach. The pit then begins to growl as you register the warm, homey smell of food, and with little effort, you force yourself up and into the kitchen, where you immediately attach yourself to Jake’s bare back.
His skin is warm and feels so comfy against your cheek, and the soft little laugh he gives makes your belly flop around. He lets you stay like that for a few moments more, moving slowly but smoothly so you can move with him, and at last when whatever he’s doing with his hands is finished, he reaches around for you and rests his hands where he can.
“Did I really call you last night? While with Nat?” you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping you’d just imagined it all, but another soft chuckle lets you know you hadn’t.
“Never thought you’d be the one to let our little secret slip first. I underestimated you baby.”
You groan into his back, and try to hide your face, but before you can complain or dodge him, Jake has turned himself around, letting you instead smoosh your face in between his gloriously golden pecs, and you think things may not be so bad.
He wraps his arms around you properly, and for a moment you just stay like that. You wonder if you can convince him to come around shirtless more often, the warmth radiating off his skin feeling heavenly, not to mention he looked almost as delicious as the food he’d made. You wonder if he’d already worked out this morning, or if you can join him after breakfast.
One of Jake’s hands moves away from your back and cups the back of your head tenderly, making you mewl slightly, and you look up at him to give the attention you know he’s asking for. Jake stares down at you with a soft little grin, and readjusts himself slightly, so he’s able to drop his lips to meet yours briefly.
One kiss becomes two kisses, becoming three kisses and after that any semblance of chastity is given up on and he kisses you full and sweet, deliberately slow like he’s teasing you to ask for more, but for now you’re simply content to wash away all of last nights worries like this.
Coming up for air, Jake barely breaks apart from you, his lips still brushing yours when he speaks.
“I asked Nat not to say anything, she respects you enough to do that I think,” he says, dropping a few more soft kisses to your mouth when you crane your neck up for more. He goes no further this time, though, and leans back from you to gauge your reaction after several moments, and you force yourself to open your eyes and pout.
“It’s not that I think she’ll tell anyone…” you say to him, scrunching up your features as you recall your lack of playing it cool the first time she had brought Jake up to you. The memory makes you grumble to yourself, and you once more attempt to hide your face in his chest. Jake laughs, and makes you jump when he pokes your side.
“What is it?” he asks, like he already knows. You tell him, voice muffled in his skin, but clear enough for the details of your embarrassing inability to throw the scent off to be heard. Jake’s body shakes with more laughter as you relay the information, but instead of trying to make you stop hiding away, he simply cups the back of your head again, and holds it nearer, allowing you to wither your embarrassment away in the safety of him.
“I think we both know that the minute that woman suspected anything, it was game over,” he tells you once you’re done, still holding you close, but you feel his lips press to the top of your head sweetly, and you do your best to snuggle yourself closer.
After the bulk of your mortification has eased away, Jake makes you detach from him, but only so the two of you can eat your breakfast while it’s still hot.
“You know I don’t want to keep it quiet, like, forever, right?” you ask out of nowhere, your memories of last night replaying over in your head while you ate. Jake looks up at you and cocks his head.
“I’m happy to do whatever you’d like to do, for as long as you’d like to do it,” he says matter of factly, but despite the sweetness of his words, you can’t help but frown at him.
“No you’re not, and we both know it,” you push back, grateful for his always tender manner of going at your pace, but you’d likely never have been with him in the first place if he hadn’t thrown you out of your comfort zone that first time.
The only difference is, now you are with Jake, and you understood these things about yourself, and how they weren’t always as scary as your mind might make them seem. Jake frowns back at you, clearly ready to protest.
“I know you pretty well too, you know,” you cut him off. “I know you like PDA, and that you wish you were able to be more open when we’re out with people. I know you like to show off, and part of that includes me,” you tell him adamantly, because you know you’re right.
Jake huffs out a sigh and leans back in his chair, looking at you dead on, you know him well enough to know he’s a little annoyed at you calling him out, but you aren’t doing it to annoy him or just for the sake of starting an argument.
“Okay, so what if I do? That doesn’t change the fact that until you want something, I’m not gonna go for it,” he says, still frowning at you like he doesn’t understand what the point of talking this through is even about.
You change tack and, with your heart beat thumping a little wildly, get up from your seat and move toward him. Even in his annoyance, Jake makes room for you, pushes out his chair and wraps his arms around your waist when you seat yourself on his thigh, your own arms linking around his neck.
“Well maybe I’m giving you permission to go for it,” you say softly, quietly, because the idea still does make you incredibly nervous. But you like Jake, no scratch that, you think you’re in love with Jake, and you think he’s in love with you too, and something about that feeling for once in your life makes you want the same things he does too, including the PDA. You want him to sling his arm around your neck, you want to be able to kiss his cheek or hold his hand or whatever it is you two want to do, not just in the comfort of your own homes, but out at the Hard Deck with your friends, too.
Jake blinks up at you, like at first your words don’t even register, but then he’s tightening his hold around your waist, and grinning wolfishly up at you, all cocky and infuriating if you didn’t find it utterly charming. If you didn’t completely adore him, even this part.
“Permission granted, Lieutenant?” he asks mischievously, and you can’t stop yourself from giggling, like you’re drunk all over again.
“Permission granted, Lieutenant!”
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strnilolo · 6 months
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summary: the blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge is put on pause when you accidentally injure yourself.
word count: 883
warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, mentions of knives, mentions of hospital visit, use of y/n, she/her pronouns, only proofread twice, lowercase intentional.
an; thank you guys so much for the love on my last two posts! please send in requests, i would love to hear what ideas you guys have.
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driving to the emergency room instead of filming a vlog with the triplets was not how you imagined your night going. everything was perfectly fine when you started filming, you and nick weren’t allowed to hear, matt wasn’t allowed to see, and chris wasn’t allowed to speak. all was well, until you needed to cut open the bag of cake mix for the boys to use.
before the chaos..
“okay we need to get a bowl” you loudly explain the first step to the boys, unaware of your volume. chris grabs your shoulders and ushers you to lower your voice, to which you attempt.
“matt don’t move, i’ll get it” you hastily run over to matt before he can get to the cabinet containing the glass bowls.
“n/n hush, we can hear you” matt laughs standing back as you get the bowl yourself.
“what??” again, as loud as you can be without physically yelling.
“he means shut the fuck up” nick shouts grabbing your head, forcing you to look at him. you laugh, almost falling over in the process. chris grabs the box, reading the instructions to hopefully get the actual baking started, when you grab the knife needed to cut open the bag of cake mix.
“here let me cut it open” you grab the bag from chris, taking it and the knife to the trashcan so you don’t make a mess. holding the bag in one hand, you bring the knife to the side you were holding, your first mistake. slicing the plastic open, you immediately are hit with a stinging pain in your finger.
“oh fuck” you drop the bag onto the counter, taking your headphones off.
“guys i cut my finger open, holy shit” you begin to panic, holding the wound on your finger as blood drips at a rapid pace down your hands, onto the floor.
“what?” matt rips off the blindfold that was once over his eyes. chris and matt rush to you, leaving a confused nick, still jamming out to his music.
“what happened” nick shouts, now also rushing over to your aid.
“ i was trying to cut open the bag for chris and i cut my finger” you try to explain as calmly as possible, failing as a tear makes its way down your face.
“let me see it” matt grabs your hand, but you jerk back instinctively.
“y/n i have to see how bad it is, i need to know if you need to go to the hospital” anxiety on high, matt snaps at you, grabbing your hand once more. nick places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
“okay, this is going to need stitches, let’s go. chris turn off the camera, and get in the car” matt rushes you all to the car, grabbing paper towels on the way out to stop the bleeding.
now all three of you sit in the car, you in the passenger seat so that matt can see you, while chris and nick are in the back seat, leaning forward to make sure you’re alright.
“did i ever tell you guys i hate blood” you laugh tearfully, squeezing the napkins over your finger.
“y/n you worked at a hospital when you were younger, how do you hate blood?” chris leans over your shoulder, watching your bleeding hand cautiously.
“an ANIMAL hospital, chris, it’s completely different” you correct him, closing your eyes to stop yourself from thinking about your injury.
“we’re almost there, as long as i don’t get pulled over you’ll be fine” matt grabs a few paper towels from his lap, urging you to change out the ones that are around your finger.
“matt do not get pulled over for this, im fine. stop speeding” you hand the paper towels to nick and shove your hand into his lap.
“i don’t want to do it, i’ll throw up”
rolling his eyes, nick begins to unwrap the paper towels from your index finger, revealing the severity of your injury, or lack there of.
“it’s not too terrible, it’s deep but not long. you should only need a few stitches” nick finishes wrapping your finger, and rubs your arm to comfort you.
arriving at the emergency room, you are immediately seen, as you’re actively bleeding, and the doctor tells you and the boys that you got lucky. the cut will only need to be glued shut, and bandaged.
finishing your wound, the doctor tells you to stay away from knives and to be more careful.
“how did you cut yourself, you weren’t even blindfolded?” matt laces his fingers with yours, the hand that you didn’t cut, of course, and leads you to the car.
“very carefully”
“well now we know, don’t trust y/n with knives, or sharpe objects, or around blood, even though she worked at an ‘ANIMAL’ hospital” chris mocks your emphasis on the word animal, lightly shoving you towards the car.
“HEY! she’s clumsy she could have tripped over that branch and DIED” nick dramatically places an arm out to stop you from ‘falling’.
“i’ll never live this down will i?” you roll your eyes, stepping aside so matt can open your car door.
“nope” matt smiles, making sure you’re fully in the car before shutting the door.
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hysteria-things · 3 days
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GHOST PT 2 PLS
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GHOST (part two)
read part one here
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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: matt feels heartbroken for you, and using the estes method helps him connect with the afterlife to learn your story.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST, swearing, crying, mentions death (strangulation), lots of dialogue
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 494
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wanted this to have a short and sweet/sad ending🥲
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it’s been about an hour or two, but matt still can’t fathom what he saw. let alone that he had sex with a ghost.
sam and colby talk to the camera, nick sandwiches between them leaving chris and matt in the back.
chris nudges his brother’s arm. “are you doing alright? you’ve been quiet.”
he puts on his best fake smile. “yeah. this hotel is just scary as fuck.”
chris laughs, nodding his head before yapping on and on about whatever.
matt tunes him out, feeling sad. despite being a literal ghost, he wanted to stay with you forever.
he misses you.
mirrors decorate the walls, the room is dark except for the lights that sam and colby set up on the floor. there’s a spirit box in the middle, and static comes from the speakers.
the five boys stand in the middle, taking turns to say stuff but having no luck. “i think you should only speak, matt.” colby explains. “they seem to really like you.”
clearing his throat, he starts speaking. “who’s in here with us right now?
some statics later, they finally get something. “y/n.”
there’s a twinkle in matt’s eye when he hears that name. “hi, y/n.” he says softly, sitting down to get comfortable next to the device. “do you feel safe with all of us in here?”
“you.”
“you?” sam repeats. “like… she’s safe with you?” he points to matt.
“i guess so.” he nods. “what happened to you at this hotel?”
“strangled.”
there’s some commentary getting thrown around the room with each question, but matt is focused on hearing only your voice.
“can you tell me who did that to you?” he says, keeping his tone content.
“brother.”
he can’t help but feel sorry for you. you were so young and had so much to live for, but now you’re known as one of the ninety ghosts that roam this hotel.
nose sniffling, his eyes start to water. he catches on and wipes the tears away. “are you free in this hotel?”
“no.”
before he can ask another question, another word picks up. “out.”
“whoa.” sam says. “it’s never done that—”
“peace.”
colby snaps his fingers repeatedly. “she’s doing rapid fire right now.”
after the boys become silent, and he continues with a shaky inhale. “you feel stuck in here; is that what you’re saying.”
“yes.”
without being able to catch it this time, a tear trickles down his cheek. “i’m sorry, y/n.”
“are you crying?” nick asks, everybody else staring down at him.
“don’t cry.”
he ignores the others, but he doesn’t ignore you. he chuckles instead, wiping the waterworks.
“i’m fine.”
“take a break, man.” colby says, tapping him on the shoulder to help him off the ground.
with that, they contact different spirits after you. matt has to come to terms that he’ll never be able to see you again. he wants you to find your peace. he hopes you will be free.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!
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flynnriderishot · 2 months
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PART 3 WAS SO GOOD IM HOPING THERES A PART FOUR BUT ALSO LIKE NO PRESSURE TAKE YOUR TIME BESTIE ILY
scandals pt.4 - c.s
a/n: thank you so much 😭
warning: i suck at writing out apologies 😬
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chris
morning, baby :)
we got some donuts if you want some
matt tried to take your favorite again but i had to fight him off for it
i miss you
you sighed softly as you read the last text.
you hated to admit it, but you missed him too.
while you guys were still technically together, the longest you went without his affection was when he was on tour and even then, nick and matt surprised him with your presence half way through it.
you knew it was wrong to brush him off for as long as you’ve been doing, but your feelings were genuinely hurt.
how could he believe that you would cheat on him? were you efforts to prove how much you truly loved him just ignored?
it’s been two years and he was ready to just give it up like that? without asking you the facts first? it was like he was just waiting for the excuse.
it was heart wrenching to think about.
and you no longer wanted to think about it. you wanted answers, you wanted forgiveness, you wanted to forgive him and move past it.
baby 🩷🩷👩‍❤️‍👨
come over?
chris
really?
give me 10
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the excessive knocking on your door was enough for you to know that chris was here.
if that wasn’t enough, matt’s honking was.
as you opened the door, you were greeted with chris standing there with a box on donuts in his hand and a small smile on his face.
“hi.”
you stepped back to let him in, waving at matt who didn’t leave until his brother safely made it inside.
“hi, chris.”
“i got you donuts.” his voice was soft, almost hesitant to speak.
“thank you.” you nodded, watching him place the treat on your counter, “i actually wanted to talk. about us.”
his shoulders dropped, voice cracking slightly as he turned to look at you, “are you breaking up with me?”
“what? no. i wanted to apologize for being so hard on you.” you were shocked that he assumed you were breaking up with him, but you could understand why he thought that.
“wha—?”
“it was wrong of me to completely blow you off, even when you were trying so hard to make it right.”
“no, no. i’m supposed to be apologizing to you.” he stopped your rant, taking your hand and moving so you were both sat on the couch,
“i accused you of cheating on me. i let one small thing almost ruin our relationship so quickly when i should have asked you first instead of cursing and blocking you before you had the chance to defend yourself.”
“chris—”
“i love you and i’m sorry for making you think that i didn’t trust you.”
“i love you and i’m sorry for refusing to speak to you when you were trying to explain yourself.”
chris let of a breath of relief, smiling sweetly in your direction, “can i kiss you?”
your eyes creased as you smiled. you put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him forward to press a small kiss to his lips.
though it wasn’t enough, chris didn’t complain, “i’ll take what i can get.” he leaned forward, putting his body over yours, wrapping his arms around your body,
“i missed you so much.” his voice was muffled against your hair.
“i missed you more, baby.”
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sturniololoco · 2 months
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can you do a the sturniolo triplets little sister story where they have a bunch of friends over and it becomes a lot for y/n and she gets overwhelmed and runs to the bathroom or her room and one of her brothers notice and calm her? thank you <3
Too Much
Sturniolo Little Sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets
Warnings: People, crying, panic, etc.
SLS's POV
Today was Friday, the day I've been dreading all week.
it's my brother's 20th birthday, only that wasn't the problem. It was the fact that they were inviting a whole lot of people to our small house for a party.
and I don't do people.
Matt keeps telling me that I will be fine, that I just need to relax, but I can't stop the endless worrying from filling my mind.
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It's now 8:00. There was a knock on the door and my brothers went downstairs to greet the three influencers who walked up into our kitchen. I smiled from my seat on the island, and this process continued.
Over 20 times.
The room was stuffy with too many people. Every time I moved, I could feel someone touching my arm or hitting my back. There was screaming, singing, and dancing everywhere. The music was so loud that I could barely hear myself think.
The only thing that registered in my brain was get out.
As soon as I made my way through the crowd, I sprinted up the stairs and into Nicks's bathroom.
I slammed the door closed and fell to the floor. I closed my eyes, put my hands over my ears, rested my head against the bathroom wall, and finally let the panic set in.
Matt's POV
I could not find SLS/N anywhere. I tried asking my brothers, but they were occupied with our guests.
I was trying to find her to make sure she was okay. She's never been good with loud noises and too many people, so I knew this was definitely pushing her limits.
I decided to look in Chris's room, even his bathroom, but still didn't find her there. She wasn't in my room either.
After weaving my way through the crowded space, I managed to make it up the stairs to Nick's room.
Then I heard crying from the bathroom.
SLS/N's POV
I lift my head up as the bathroom door is pushed open, still not taking my hands off my ears.
"S-Someones in h-here!" I shouted, so no one would try and talk to me.
It didn't work. I was surprised to see Matt come in and close the door behind him, sitting on the ground next to me.
All he has to do is open his arms, and I immediately jump into him, falling apart in his lap. He sushes me comfortingly, stroking my hair.
When my breathing slows down and the tears stop flowing, I say,
"I'm sorry I ruined your night." Feeling terrible that he's in here sitting with me instead of enjoying his special day.
He lifts my chin up, making me look at him before saying,
"Sweetheart, you did not ruin my night. I'm just glad that you're okay, and I'm sorry we put you through this." He says, wiping the stray tears off my face.
I just nod, not wanting to let the sobs I was holding back out by opening my mouth.
He stands up and helps me to my feet. Grabbing my hand, he leads me out of the room and to Nick's bed, motioning for me to sit down. I do so, laying back and pulling his covers over me.
matt walks over to the dresser, coming back with Nick's noise-canceling headphones.
"Why don't you watch a movie and relax, and I'll come check on you in a bit." He says to me, slipping the headphones over my ears, and then giving me a kiss on the forehead.
I smile at him giving him a little wave as he leaves the room, blowing me a kiss.
I sigh contently as I scroll onto Netflix, grateful for having a brother like mine.
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bingwriterxo · 10 months
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party
pairing: vada cavell x reader
summary: in which you and vada click upon first meeting
warnings: smoking, drinking
word count: 1200+
author's note: i posted this on my wattpad back in march, but i'm thinking about writing a part 2, so i thought i'd bring it to this platform as well
part 2
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"Not a big partier?" 
The voice startled you from your thoughts, and you heard the click of the back door as it shut. A moment later, there was a person towering over you. She kicked her shoes off and rid herself of her socks, and then she sat down on your right and dipped her feet in the pool, mimicking your own position. 
"Not a huge fan of sweaty bodies and hormonal teenage boys," you replied, eyes trained on your feet as they dangled in the water. The lights imbedded in the pool's lining were flashing, turning your skin different colors, and you were absolutely mesmerized. 
"Then why come?" she asked. "It's all sweaty bodies and hormonal teenage boys in there."
"Obligations," you stated plainly before finally turning toward the girl. You offered her a soft smile when you realized you recognized her. "Hey, Vada."
Her eyes widened as you said her name. "You know me?"
You shrugged and brought the joint that had been resting between your fingers to your mouth. You inhaled deeply and then exhaled a cloud of smoke through the corner of your lips, careful not to blow any on her. 
"Of course I know you," you said. "We've been going to school together for the past, like, decade. Plus, you're...kind of hard to miss."
Vada's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "In a good way or a bad way?"
You chuckled and then held the joint out to her. "In a good way, Cavell. Trust me." 
She smiled and then glanced at your offering. With a shake of her head, she said, "Oh, I don't really do weed."
You shrugged again, placing the joint between your teeth as you reached for the red solo cup on your left. You offered that to her instead, and she took it gingerly.
"What's in here?" she asked, looking into the cup. 
"Lemonade and vodka," you said before taking another hit from the joint. You pulled it from your lips. "Try it. It's not bad."
Vada clenched her jaw for a moment as she considered her options, and then she brought the cup to her lips, taking a small sip. She physically recoiled as soon as the mixture touched her tongue, and she forced herself to swallow. "God, that's strong!" 
You laughed at her, the weed finally beginning to make your mind foggy. "Well, you've gotta be fucked up to get through this shit," you said, pointing at the house behind you. 
"So, why do you really come, then? Just to get crossed?" the brunette asked before taking another small sip of your drink. You smiled at her action, but you didn't mention it. 
"Like I said before, I have obligations." You took your last hit, the joint dwindling to a roach, which you dropped to the ground. "Mia's my best friend, so I help her set up, buy the liquor, spread the word--all that shit. I've been to every party she's thrown," you told her. "You, however...this is your first time here, isn't it?"
Vada nodded, took another sip. "My friend Nick made me come," she said. 
"And you don't like it, do you?"
"Not really." She hesitated and then drank some more. "But this is fun." She gestured between the two of you with her free hand. 
You nodded in agreement. "Yeah. It's nice to have company for once. Usually, I'm the only one out here."
She hummed in response, lips resting against the rim of the cup again. Your attention drifted back to the pool, and for a moment, the two of you sat in near silence. Music was still blasting from the house, and you could hear people yelling and singing, but it was all muffled by the walls. 
"Let's go swimming," you suggested suddenly. You turned to Vada to gauge her reaction, a wide grin pulling at your lips.
"W-what?" the brunette asked, pure shock etched on her face. 
You began to rise from the pavement, pulling your shirt over your head and ignoring the fact that Vada turned away with a blush on her cheeks. "C'mon, Vads," you said, brushing over the nickname quickly. "Come swimming with me." You unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down your legs, leaving you bare except for your bra and underwear. 
Cautiously, Vada looked up, and you watched as her eyes lingered on your breasts, the plane of your stomach, your legs. You smirked slightly as the girl swallowed harshly before she nodded.
"Okay," she agreed. She moved to stand, but you stopped her. 
"You have to finish that first." You pointed to the cup in her hand. She glanced toward it uncertainly. "You need to at least be buzzed, Vada. Otherwise, I'm just zooted and you're sober. That's not fun."
With a sigh, Vada brought the cup to her lips and began to chug the liquid. Your eyes widened as you watched her, attention trained on the girl's throat and watching it move as she swallowed. 
"Holy shit, I didn't mean right away," you said, yet the girl didn't stop. 
In a matter of moments, she was finished, and she threw the empty cup aside as she stood. You watched her pull her t-shirt off, and you gulped. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but it was too late to stop now. The brunette tugged her shorts off as well, and, just like you, was left almost bare.
"Are we really doing this?" she asked, but, opposing her cautious question, there was a fire behind her eyes and a smirk on her lips. The vodka must have hit her hard and fast.
You reached for her and intertwined her hand with your own. "Yup!" you exclaimed, offering no other warning before jumping into the water and dragging her with you. 
The two of you separated beneath the water, and she spat at you once her head was above the surface again. You laughed gently before swimming towards the shallow end, the brunette following close behind. 
Once you could stand, you turned to Vada, mouth open to speak. However, no words emerged as you looked at the girl. Her hair was slicked back, darkened by the water, and there was a joyful smile gracing her face. The moonlight was reflecting off her, giving her skin a soft glow. 
You gulped, and she tilted her head. "What?" she asked. 
"You just...look...really good right now," you said honestly, unable to stop yourself. You had no filter when you were high, and now was the moment of truth as to whether this was a good or bad thing. "And I kind of want to kiss you."
The brunette's jaw dropped at your words, and you waded closer to her. When she was in reach, you looped your arms around her neck, and you giggled softly when she gripped your hips yet still hadn't responded. 
"Vada," you whispered.
"I--yes?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
You leaned in slowly, lips pressing against her plush ones. She sighed into you, the hold on your hips tightening as she pulled you closer. For a moment, the kiss was soft and sweet, but Vada quickly  tried to deepen it as her tongue slid over your bottom lip. 
You pulled away with a brief laugh, and the brunette took her time in opening her eyes, as though doing so would make this entire thing a dream. When she finally stared back at you, you smiled. 
"How about we continue this...not in my best friend's pool?" 
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thewayuarent · 6 months
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Clothes in Only Friends
And how it let us know everything we need about Ray’s choice
God, do I love costume department working on Only Friends. There is so, so many fun and interesting things to notice - “talking” t-shirts (especially Boston’s), and Sand with yellow, and how TopMew started as “striped” couple - but one is vertical and the other is horizontal (is it about them being misreading each other? or is it about them crossing each other’s lives? idk), how Boeing appeared and we immediately see TopMew vibes all over him. How we can easily indicate each character individual style.
But my favorite thing is how the series uses style shifting to show what’s going on with characters without telling it out loud.
We have Nick, who was so obsessed in his jealousy, that he started to copy man he knew Boston was interested in. We see him coming back in terms with Boston, but we also see him learning to accept himself again - the way his style got back to his usual one, with green and blue colors and more boyish vibes. He’s not the same, because his experience changed him, but he is who he is, not a shadow of someone else.
We have Mew, who adapted Ray’s style and behavior because he was hurt, and he chooses to numb his pain, and he gets to the only person he thinks can help him with that. He’s coming back to his senses by the end of episode nine, but he’s still very Ray-coded, because he still didn’t figure out who he is or what he wants and he’s in the middle of his journey (I’m so waiting to see how it will turn out).
And we have Ray, and his example is so fascinating. Because if you look at Ray’s choices of clothing in episodes 8 and 9, you can actually predict everything happens. (I will exclude scenes from university cause, well, uniform)
His style screams Sand most part of the time, but it’s absolutely not about him wanting to adapt Sand’s life or look. It’s about him choosing Sand since the very beginning of his and Mew situationship. Because while Ray needs his time to realize everything about him and Mew and him and Sand, we know he already subconsciously made his choice. As well as we know Ray and Mew will never work out way before they are ready to admit it.
The talk. There a lot of things were said out loud for the first time in this scene that are every important. But this is also about what was shown to us - that the first time we see Ray and Mew as a “couple” is also the first time Ray chooses to wear something Sand-coded. Specifically something very similar to what Sand picked for him.
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And there is something about Ray saying “I’m so happy when I’m with you” (can he hear himself? no, but really, it’s been two weeks and I’m still like, bro, for real?) while he stays here, wearing this shirt that looks like the one he wears at the night they were happy, and the night their relationship was damaged hard.
The bookshop. Here we see Ray way closer to his usual style, but not exactly. Ray is always extravagant, and attention grabbing, and using patterns, and lip gloss, and he is just that kind of person. But here he’s quiet. And monochrome. No make up, not patterns, no usual brightness. Mew looks more like Ray than Ray himself.
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And this is indicating why their relationship with Mew is wrong - Ray is not fully himself, he adapts in a way Mew never asked him, actually, but he knows makes his presence more tolerable. He seems like himself, sure, but he doesn’t feels like himself.
The party. I made a post about is already - it’s just great example of Mew and Ray thinking they are on the same page while they are actually not even from the same book.
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It’s all about toxicity, and pain, and dragging each other down instead of helping each other to stand.
The fight. This is my absolute favorite one. Because this whole conversation - absolutely unhealthy and terrible it is - is actually both of them realizing they will never work out.
And they try so, so hard. And I believe it’s really frustrating for both of them to accept they failed. And of course instead of talking it out they blames each other, and hurt each other. And of course they will manage thing well later - but this is their breaking point, right here.
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And of course Ray, who is attentive enough to recognize Mew’s feelings for Top has no fucking idea about him spending this whole time with Sand written all over him. While Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone including my grandma knows - he himself is just not ready to allow himself to admit it.
The river. So, this scene, as well as next one, Ray wears not just Sand-coded clothes, but actual Sand’s clothes. But there is a difference.
Because this is the scene where Ray finally admits his feelings - but he’s able to do it only after Sand admits his. Because Ray is incredibly insecure, and incredibly drowned in self-hatred, because Ray always reaches towards people who give him attention and love. Because he can’t allow himself to go for such risk without assurance.
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And he’s sitting here with Sand, and Sand is in bright blue color, while Ray is in his t-shirt, but dark, and black, and with “You Only Live Once” and he’s admitting - to Sand and himself - his feelings, but he doesn’t admit to himself that he’s already made his choice until the very next scene.
The choice. And they are sitting again, and that’s only two of them again, and Ray wears Sand’s t-shirt again, and this is very different.
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Because this is not just occasional t-shirt. This is the one we saw Sand wears. This is the one that was on him the very same day Ray made an attempt to move on from Mew. The very same day Ray said “I want to know you better”, the very same day he invited himself in Sand’s life. The day they were probably very happy, even if way far from well communicated, the day that could become an indication of something new for them.
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And he wears this t-shirt when he says something cheesy about “I will handle everything while I have you” and “Let me be the part of your dream” - the very same dream Sand told him about the very same day.
And it’s just painfully obvious that there is nothing about Mew on the picture anymore. Sand told him “I won’t wait for you” and Ray was like “You don’t need to, I’m already here”. Oh they’ll fuck it up so hard, won’t they?
The comeback. And like that, Ray’s style is back. Because Ray’s clothes don’t tell us story about trying to be someone else, but a story about wanting someone else.
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And when he and Mew have this beautiful adult healthy conversation that I love the most we know that Ray is already accepted his choice - the one that Yo knows, and Mew knows, and everyone in this world actually kind of knows. And this is how we know that this painful arc of Ray and Mew being toxic disaster is finally over even before they say anything out loud. Just because Ray wears his style again.
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Could u write a fanfic abt Matt thinking y/n was cheating on Matt and Matt starts a fight and yelling at her (from Matt’s pov) PLEASEEE
scandals - matt sturniolo x fem reader
a/n: thank you for the request love! also soryy for not posting a fic in a while, school’s a bitch 😕
warnings: angstyyy, arguing, mentions of crying, i think that’s it, lmk if i missed any!! 💗
lmk if you want a part 2 💗
enjoyyy
lots of love,
m💌💌💌
matt’s pov:
it had become a habit of mine to buy my girlfriend flowers everytime i saw her, and as much and nick and chris bullied me for it, i didn’t care, she deserved to be spoiled.
i was going over to hang out with her today, making my usual stop to target to pick up the flowers. once i had arrived, i used my spare key to get in.
“baby?” no response.
i made my way to her bedroom, softly knocking before slightly opening the door to peak in.
“hi baby!” y/n spoke.
“hi love,” i responded, kicking my shoes off and sitting on her bed while handing her the flowers.
“oh matt, they’re beautiful, thank you so much.” she smiled, placing her hand in my hair and kissing my cheek.
“i need to use the bathroom, we can put then in water after.” she walked to the bathroom before shutting the door.
her phone was on the bed, pinging like crazy. i picked it up, planning to put it on silent.
josh❤️
i’ll pick you up at seven yeah?
see you tn 💙
what the fuck.
who is josh?
i scrolled further up the chat, multiple imessage games and sweet messages, all ending in hearts or “i love you”.
i can’t believe this, i really thought i could trust her.
i was snapped out of my thoughts when the bathroom door opened.
“sorry i took so long, i started my peri-“
“who the fuck is josh?” she jumped at the angry tone in my voice.
“matt he’s my br-“ she stuttered.
“are you fucking kidding me?! i really thought i could trust you yet here you messaging other guys? did you even mean it when you told me you loved me, because you sure tell that to josh all the time!” i cut her off again, my tone dripping with sarcasm and anger, i can’t believe she would do this to me.
“i hope you and him enjoy your date tonight, because im leaving.” i grabbed the flowers and went to put my shoes on.
“matt he’s my fucking brother! he’s picking me up for a family dinner!” she yelled, tears brimming her waterline. “i can’t believe you wouldn’t trust me, did you really think i would do that to you?!” she cried, rushing out of the room. “baby wait, i didn’t mea-“ i was cut off by the front door slamming.
fuck.
i decided not to bother her, instead getting in my car and going on a drive to clear my head. about an hour or so had passed, and i pull into my driveway and grab my phone.
4 missed calls from nick.
2 missed calls from chris.
7 messages from nick.
nick:
wtf happened with u and y/n?
she just came here crying saying u said she cheated on you?
she would never do something like that
she was really upset
girl you fucked up
mf answer ur phone
ffs matt
oh i fucked up big time.
tags: @sturnioloslurps @lacysturniolo @lewisroscoelove @55sturn @freshloveforthefit @mattsneezing @mattsmunch
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DARE. MATT STURNIOLO
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part 3
matt x fem!reader
a harmless prank wont hurt right?
warnings- use of y/n, swearing, kissing, use of weed and alcohol again😭
a/n: i dont know if this is good or not.
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matts pov
i wake up at around 2:13 am and see y/n in my bed.
oh my fucking god, i just had sex with the girl i got dared to date. i didn’t think it would go this far.
i run down stairs to chris and nick.
“guys” i say as i tap on chris’s and nicks shoulder.
“what?” chris ask
“omg did u guys have sex?” nick asks
“um, maybe” i reply
“WHAT” chris and nick yell
“don’t yell, shes upstairs” i say
“how did it happen?” nick asks
i explained the situation to them
“i didn’t know it would get this far, i just wanted her to come over to smoke” i explain to them
“it was a mistake i shouldnt have told her to come over” i say as they listen
y/n’s pov
i wake up to see matt gone. i get up and put my clothes on, i was planning on jump scaring matt in the living room, as i was going down the stairs i hear matt.
“i just wanted her to come over to smoke. it was a mistake i shouldnt have told her to come” as he says that i can feel tears rush down my face. i sneakily get out through the front door with out him noticing.
i call my friend to pick me up.
“hey madi, can you pick me up?” i say as i sniffle
“yeah, of course. where are you?” she asks
“im outside the sturniolo’s house..” i reply
“okay, im on my way”
i see a car pull up to the front of their house.
“oh my god, what happened?” she asks as she puts a strand of my hair behind my ear
i explain what happened between me and matt.
“im so sorry that happened to you. he doesn’t deserve you” she says trying to comfort me
matts pov
i go upstairs to see that she isn’t here. fuck, shes already gone. i grab my phone from my pocket to text her
texts messages
today, 1:27 am
Me: Im here!
Y/n: okay, give me a minute to get outside
Me: No, i mean im at your front door.
today, 5:53 am
Me: hey, you didnt say goodbye?
*read*
she left me on read. the first time she actually done that, usually she would answer as fast as she could.
after scrolling through my phone for a little while. i start to feel tired even though i just woke up. i fall asleep.
“matt, matt MATT” nick yells
“what?” i say half asleep
“get dressed, we gotta go to an event” he tells me
“10 more minutes” i beg
“no, get up” he says
i check my phone to see the time, 7:04 pm, but instead something else catches my attention. i get a notification from instagram that someone posted, it was a photo of y/n, madi and her friends at a party. i check the name to see it was posted by y/n.
i throw on a black t-shirt and a zip up, along with a pair of baggy jeans.
at the event
i heard a voice behind me and turned around, i turned to see a girl from freshman year of high school. i decided to take a picture with the girl for my instagram, as chris was about to take the picture she pulled me into a kiss. i saw her at the event. and somehow i find my self inviting her over to my house. she brought weed and alcohol with her.
we went to a room and she smoked it with me. she pulls me in to a kiss. suddenly i started getting deja-vu of when me and y/n did weed and had sex, but all the weed and alcohol had already token over.
the way her hands tugged through the curls in my hair in ways i’ve never felt as i lay her on my bed. everything about this girl is different. she the complete opposite of y/n.
my lips find hers in a kiss. i don’t even know her name.
i find my self siting between her legs, kissing her chest as she lifts her hips for me to grip the back of her jeans and take it off. her clothes find a home with all out other clothes on the floor.
before we do anything else she takes my dick in her mouth. her lips wrap around my shaft as she messily bobs her head. smothering it with spit as she trys to take more.
i let out a loud groan as i push her head deeper, fucking her throat. she continues to gag. her legs are open, and from this angle i can see how wet she is.
i fuck her mouth as i lean over her, rubbing her clit and watching her squirm. it gives me a sense of control.
i tease my tip at her entrance as i dig around for a condom. she opens her legs for me. i put the condom on and push into her without a warning, listening to her cry beneath me.
eventually we would switch so she was on top, she would ride me, nothing i’ve ever had before.
what the fuck am i doing?
“matt, im gonna cum!” she screams, snapping me back to reality.
i slap her ass.
i keep thinking about y/n while fucking the girl.
her cum drips around my cock.
“did you finish?” she asks
“yeah” i reply, ripping the condom off and tossing it in the trash as she puts her clothes on and leaves.
i cant get y/n out of my mind.
y/n pov
after madi picked me up she dropped me off home
“you sure your okay?” she asks
“yeah im fine i just need to be alone right night” i reply
“alright, text me if you need me to come over” she says as she smiles and drives away
i walk into my apartment complex and get in the elevator. i turn my phone on to see a notification from matts instagram. as im waiting for the elevator to go up i collapse on to the floor crying.
why was he kissing another girl?
the voice him calling us a mistake kept repeating in my head.
a couple days later
madi set me up on a date with a guy she saw on tinder. she clearly didn’t tell me that she made me a tinder account, the date was held at a restaurant.
im currently getting ready. im wearing a short black dress with heels.
at the date, the guy seemed nice he just wasn’t him. i knew what i was looking for, even though matt called us a mistake he probably didn’t mean it, right?
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part 4?👀
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