#like 'HEY ASSHOLE REMEMBER ME THE PERSON YOU LEFT WAITING FOR FUCKING WEEKS

[seeingivy]

the scouts

roommate eren x f!reader 

eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you. 

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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives 

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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.” 

“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.” 

“Then call her. I’m going to block you.” 

“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.” 

“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.” 

“Okay. Are you sure?” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?” 

“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.” 

Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you. 

Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university. 

You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there? 

Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed. 

All the more reason to do this. 

to jean-boy

you: hey. are you at the game today? 

jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up. 

you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol. 

jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries 

you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home 

jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it? 

you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth. 

jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him. 

You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this. 

“Hey.” 

“Hi Jean.” 

“What are you wearing?” 

You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan. 

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” 

“You wore the rival's colors.” 

“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.” 

“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.” 

“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.” 

He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side. 

“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.” 

He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come. 

“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.” 

You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?” 

“How much did you hear?” 

“None of it. Did I miss something important?” 

You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?

“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.” 

“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…” 

“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.” 

You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium. 

“Um so-” 

“What are you wearing, Y/N?”

“We’re not doing this, Eren.” 

“You have to change. Like now.” 

“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.” 

You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.

“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.” 

Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss? 

He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on. 

“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.” 

“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.” 

You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand. 

“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.” 

“Mine. Thanks Armin.” 

“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?” 

“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.” 

Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on. 

“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.” 

“It’s just a color.” 

“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.” 

My girl. 

“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.” 

He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” 

He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium. 

“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.” 

“Look at the second row, towards the middle.” 

You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.

“Eren.” 

He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you. 

“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.” 

Asshole. 

“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?” 

“Give me the jersey, Eren.” 

He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes. 

“So.” 

“So.” 

“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.” 

“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.” 

He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.

I told you so. 

- 

You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you. 

“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?” 

The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks. 

So this is where Eren gets it from. 

“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.” 

You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too. 

And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game. 

You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair. 

You tap him on the shoulder. 

“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.” 

At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you. 

“His roommate? Since when?” 

“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.” 

“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.” 

“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?” 

Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while. 

“Mikasa. Did you know about this?” 

“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.” 

Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously. 

“I’m Sasha.” 

“And I’m Connie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.” 

They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently. 

“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?” 

“Sure.” 

“How did Eren become your roommate?” 

“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.” 

You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you. 

“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?” 

“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.” 

“I might have an idea.” 

At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of. 

“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?” 

“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?” 

You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat. 

“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?” 

“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.” 

Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what? 

“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?” 

“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.” 

At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours. 

“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.” 

“What playlist?” 

You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game. 

He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street. 

You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches. 

“So. Is it about you?” 

“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.” 

Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation. 

“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?” 

“Uh, no. I think he likes it?” 

“Hm.” 

Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha. 

“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?” 

“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.” 

“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?” 

“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes. 

Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them. 

Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked. 

“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?” 

“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.” 

“We have his wallet.” 

Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids. 

This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears. 

“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?” 

At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news. 

“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.” 

“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.” 

She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them. 

“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.” 

And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you. 

So you don’t. 

“I will. Take care of him, I mean.” 

She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug. 

Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating. 

-  

You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads. 

“Ren?” 

He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium. 

“Everything okay, kitty?” 

“Uh. I might have messed up.” 

He stops, turning to face you. 

“What did you do?” 

“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?” 

“I could never be mad at you. You know that.” 

Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling. 

“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them -  and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.” 

He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips. 

“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?” 

“Yes.”

“That’s it?” 

“What? 

“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.” 

“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.” 

“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?” 

You’ve got to be kidding me. 

“Yeah. How’d you know? 

“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.” 

“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.” 

He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk. 

“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.” 

“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?” 

He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.” 

He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead. 

“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.” 

“Bullshit.” 

You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.” 

He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.

Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice. 

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 4

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Jack avoids you for the next week or so

Hell, he avoids basically everyone

He stays locked up in his room, going back and forth between wishing you hadn’t slept with Jeff and trying to convince himself that you’re your own person, and you can do whatever you want

Or whoever you want, for that matter

Still, he can’t help the burning pit of rage in his stomach every time his thoughts wander to the scarred-faced killer

Of all the fucking people

Unfortunately, staying in his room gets old fast

But he still refuses to step out

Because the last few times he’s left his room, something bad has happened

And logically, he knows he can’t stay inside forever

And he knows that running into you is inevitable

But knowing it isn’t enough to stop him from stalling—he’ll delay having to see you for as long as possible

Part of him is also worried about running into Jeff

He doesn’t know what he’ll do to him the next time he sees that asshole

Killing another resident is strictly prohibited, but he doesn’t know if he’ll have the willpower to stop himself from caving his head in when he sees his dumb fucking face

The mental image brings a smile to the demon’s lips

It would be so easy

It would be so satisfying

With a sigh, Jack makes his way to the window and pulls the curtains open

It looks like a nice day out

The sun is still rising in the blue sky, the green leaves are swaying in the breeze, the birds are chirping

…

He shuts the blinds close, plunging himself back into the darkness once more

It’s better this way, he thinks

He’s about to crack open one of his dusty medical books to bury himself in some studies when he gets a text

Hoodie: Hey, you busy? What’re you up to?

Nm, he types back, and though he’s grateful for the unexpected distraction, he almost wishes he could just be left alone for a few more days

He needs more time to stew in his misery

A reply comes a few minutes later

Hoodie: Ight, you down to train? Masky’s out of commission, I need a partner

The demon sighs

He looks around his room

He’s not necessarily messy per se, but he’s also most certainly not the tidiest

Books, clothes, and a few medical supplies are strewn across the room

He could spend the day cleaning

Or he could spend it reading, or learning a new skill, or picking up some kind of hobby or something

He runs his fingers through his hair

Even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he knows what he should do

I’ll be there in 10, he finally answers

Jack purposefully takes the longer route through the mansion—just so that he can be sure he won’t encounter you

It’s petty, he knows it is, but at this point, he almost doesn’t care

He’s too frustrated and miserable to bother acting civilized

Hoodie’s already waiting for him when he reaches the training field

Located a short trek into the forest, the proxies have their own private cabin next to a broad open clearing

And said clearing, of which, is often used as an outdoor sparring ground

It’s almost always more fun training out here rather than inside

Something about a cramped, sweaty basement just isn’t Jack’s favorite

The proxy’s leaning against the short rotting wooden fence lining one side of the clearing, his arms folded over his chest, when Jack approaches

He gives a nod to the demon as he notices him

“Hey,” Jack says, and when he remembers what Hoodie said about his partner, he asks, “is Masky alright?”

Hoodie shrugs nonchalantly

“Yeah, it’s just a minor injury—no big deal”

He pushes off the fence, adding, “he’ll be fine, it’s just not the best to train with”

Jack nods

He follows the human into the clearing, and the two ready themselves on opposite sides

“You didn’t need me to take a look at it?”

He gets into his fighting stance as he speaks, and Hoodie does the same

“Nah, that newbie checked it out,” the proxy rolls his neck out, and it makes a satisfying crack, before then stretching his shoulder as well, “Besides, you were MIA”

The two face one another 

A gust of wind rustles through the trees around them 

They share a mutual nod to indicate they’re both set, and then the tension grows palpable as the combat session begins

Jack’s one of the strongest and fastest residents at the mansion

If not the strongest and fastest

He usually gives his sparring partner a chance by letting them make the first move

But it’s like all of the jealousy, anger and frustration that’s been building up until this point suddenly snaps inside of him

And in a flash, he charges at the human in front of him

Hoodie tries to dodge, but Jack’s inhumanly fast, and he easily lands his blow to the proxy’s stomach

The human grunts, doubling over, but he’s fast and smart enough to know that he should move before Jack strikes again

He sidesteps him, but he’s slower and clumsier after that first hit, and Jack almost feels bad for him

Maybe he should pull his punches a little more

He can’t let his anger overtake him; he’s the one who has to patch him up afterward if he hits too hard

“The newbie—you mean that guy with the gas mask? What does he call himself again? Y’s Virus or something?”

He tries to distract himself, tries to make some kind of small talk to give the proxy a chance

Hoodie huffs out a laugh

“X-Virus,” he corrects, and seeing that Jack’s giving him a moment to recover, he tries to shake the pain off before resuming his stance

The two circle one another, staying parallel with a fair amount of distance between them

“The kid knows medicine?” Jack asks, matching Hoodie’s movements

“Seems like it. He’s gotta have some kind of use for the boss to keep him. Being a cocky brat with a baseball bat isn’t enough to cut it”

He sidesteps Jack, tries to fake him out, then aims for a kick at his legs

The demon easily jumps back, then uses his momentum to mimic Hoodie’s maneuver

It gets the proxy down, giving Jack the perfect opportunity to get him in a headlock

Hoodie grunts, hands flying up to try to pry Jack off of him

“And what about you?” he asks, his voice audibly strained as he struggles in his hold, “where’ve you been this past week?”

“Busy,” he answers, and then to avoid getting pressed for an answer, he tightens his hold around his throat

Hoodie struggles for longer than Jack expects

But eventually, left with no other choice, he gives in, tapping out, and Jack finally releases him

The proxy gasps, coughing, trying to get a rush of air into his lungs, as Jack stands and offers him a hand

“I hit a nerve?” Hoodie asks, rubbing his throat before taking the help getting up

Jack eyes him for a moment

“What’re you playing at?” he finally asks

Though he wouldn’t consider himself on bad terms with the proxy, he knows fully well that the proxy often has ulterior motives

He can’t—or at least, he shouldn’t—always trust him so easily

Sensing this, Hoodie puts his hands up defensively

“Hey man, I’m not playing at anything,” he claims, “you haven’t been around, and (y/n)’s coincidentally gotten all gloomy recently”

Jack’s ears perk up at the mention of your name

“What do you mean?”

It seems it’s Hoodie’s turn to eye him suspiciously now

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ Did something happen between the two of you?”

When Jack hesitates to answer, Hoodie continues

“Look man, it’s no secret that you’ve got a thing for her. But if you somehow hurt her—”

“I didn’t”

When Jack quickly interrupts him, Hoodie raises a brow at him

Jack sighs

“Listen, there’s nothing going on between us. She’s...” he swallows down the memory of what you said to him in the garden, then forces himself to finish his sentence, “she’s not interested in me”

Hoodie seems to study him for a moment, almost as if trying to judge whether or not he’s lying

“...And what makes you say that?”

“Because she...” Jack stops himself in his tracks, shaking his head, “I-I just know, alright? She’s not into me”

Jack watches as Hoodie pauses to think for a moment

“Well, I clearly don’t know what happened between the two of you,” and before Jack can intercept again, Hoodie adds, “and clearly, something did happen”

“But, whatever,” he continues, “it’s none of my business. All I can say is that, if I were you, I’d try to talk to her. Something’s been bothering her, and something’s obviously bothering you too, and the best you can do is just try to sort things out with her”

It’s now Jack’s turn to get quiet

Had he been too harsh with you the last time he saw you?

Were you worried about him because you hadn’t seen him since?

Seeing him hesitate so much, Hoodie asks if he’ll try talking to you

"...Yeah, alright, I will. I’ll try talking to her,” Jack finally agrees

Hoodie grins

“Finally. Well, with that out of the way, can we finally spar?”

The rest of the training session goes relatively well, all things considered

Jack’s distracted thinking about you, so Hoodie manages to land a fair amount of blows, but he’s still ultimately no match for the demon

Even on the whole trek back through the forest to get to the mansion, Jack’s thoughts are racing a mile a minute

If he was the slightest bit more aware of his surroundings, maybe he would’ve remembered to take the longer route to avoid seeing Jeff on the way in

Maybe he could’ve prevented the killer from noticing him, from locking eyes with him

Maybe he could’ve changed paths when he realized he was headed straight toward him

But that latter one is doubtful, considering the rage tightening in his sternum at the mere sight of him

Jack wouldn’t have backed down at that point—no matter how alert he was

“Out of my way,” Jeff grumbles

He nearly shoulder-checks him, but Jack moves out of the way before it connects

“Watch where you’re fucking going”

The venomous animosity dripping from Jack’s tone is enough to make the raven-haired killer pause in his tracks

“Fuck you just say to me?”

There’s no mistaking the pecking order in the mansion

Jack’s on top

But he’s usually easy-going enough to ignore Jeff’s constant attempts at proving himself

Not today

“I said—“ Jack straightens himself up, all but hissing the words out, “watch where you’re fucking going”

A look of visible confusion flashes over Jeff’s features

Until it clicks

“Ohh, I get it,” he snickers, and the sound makes Jack want to rip him to shreds right then and there

“You’re just upset because I fucked your little girlfriend before you ever even got the chance”

The way he admits to it—so crudely, so shamelessly—it actually takes Jack by surprise 

And Jeff, being the constant prick he is, doesn’t stop there

“God, y’know, she’s actually way less innocent than she lets on. She likes it dirty—filthy. Like a desperate little slut. Wanna know her favorite position? She just loves getting—“

Jack punches him

He hits him directly in the temple, and it knocks Jeff out in one shot

It’s ridiculously satisfying

He only wishes he hadn’t gone down so easily—he would’ve loved to beat him down over and over again

With a snort, he walks away, leaving Jeff passed out on the ground behind him

He had planned to talk to you immediately after training with Hoodie, but he’s way too infuriated to do so right now

Instead, he makes a beeline back to his room

And he promises himself he’ll confront you the very next chance he gets

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless Jack #eyeless jack x reader #crp

[blue-sadie]

The Married One

Jonathan Levy x TA Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 5 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in a classroom being taught by... marc?

Warning: ta = Teachers Assistant, classroom sex

Yn/3rd person pov

I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder making me grogily raise my head rubbing my eyes harshly before opening them the blurring of colors slowly coming into focus.

"Who know my class didn't only bore students but my ta as well" my eyes moved to the man talking it was a slightly older marc with a few gray hairs, a beard and wore glasses "am I that boring" he asked teasingly as he leaned onto his arms that was settled on the edge of my desk.

"Hmm" I hummed not really hearing him the sleep fogging up my mind "I said" he paused his voice turning into a whisper "am I boring to you" my face blushed as he leaned a bit closer to me his breath fanning over my face "Mr levy" I felt relieved as a student called out to him making him stand and turn away.

"Yes ms wilson" he asked walking over to her desk, I looked over the class the board was covered in information and diagrams of the brain before they drifted back to the man he chuckled from something the student said, his curls swayed as he threw his hear back.

I was lost in thought but was abruptly brought back into reality as the loud bell echoed through the room "ok class remember the assignment is due next week thursday no extensions" he clapped his hands together as he spoke to gain the attention of the class.

The students packed up their things in a rush to get out only a few taking it slow as they spoke to their friends "you look beautiful ms yn" my eyes snapped to the students as I heard one call out from the crowd making a few of the other students laughed "that'd enough Jaden" Mr levy snapped loudly making the boys shut up.

The classroom immediately became quiet as the students left and Mr levy walked to the door and closed it "thank you" I murmured putting my hands into my lap as my eyes stared down at my small desk "he's a fucking asshole" he swore as he made his way to his desk sitting down with a sigh.

I nervously tapped my thigh as we fell into silence I looked around biting my cheek I didn't know what to do, leaning my head back against my chair "still bored" I straightened up as he spoke my eyes meeting his as he looked at me over the lense of his glasses a few pieces of his hair falling into his face.

"I don't know what to do" I murmured turning my chair to him, his eyes moved up and down my body I could see him bite his lip before sighing "we have no more classes for a few hours so please go to the office and print these" he said grabbing a few papers and holding them out for me to take.

I quickly rose from my seat and took them from him "don't be too long in the office I'll need to over a few of those before class" he mumbled as he typed away on his laptop I nodded my head not sure if he'll see it or not, I quickly made my way out the door looking for any directions or something to lead me to the office.

"Hey yn wait up" I turned around as someone called my name to see a man running towards me, he looked a little older then me with blonde hair that fell into his face as he ran "heading to the office" he asked panting as he slowed down beside me "yes" I murmured he nodded his head acknowledging my answer "i-i'll walk with you" he muttered breathlessly and started to walk with me.

I followed a little bit behind him as he lead me to the office "oh what's this" he asked taking the papers out my hands before I could protest his eyes scanning over them as he rambled on "I can't before you actually like that man as a person" he laughed making me narrow my eyes at him "Mr levy" I asked confused on what he ment "yea that man is a complete asshole do you hear him and his wife are divorcing" he muttered looking at me ever few seconds but not my face my breasts.

I didn't feel comfortable around this man, I wrapped my arms around my stomach nervously "he's probably perving on you every chance he gets" he growled 'kinda like you you sick fuck' I rolled my eyes and was relieved when I saw the office sign "I think I'm ok from here thanks" I murmured taking the papers back from him before walking slightly faster to disappear into the room.

I went to the printer placing the paper inside and pressed print "you know if I was your boyfriend I would never let you leave home" I tensed as I felt his breath on my neck "please leave me alone" I said shakely making him chuckle and place his hands on my hips stopping me from moving.

"I think it's what you want deep down to stay home to be looked after" his words made me cringe away from him as he leaned over to whisper in my ear "it's not" I stated "I think your ly-" he dwindled as he heard the door open "I suggest you back the fuck away from my ta Jenkins" I felt relieved as I heard levy's voice "jonathan levy why can't you just leave us alone I'm not hurting her so what's the problem" the man removed his hands from my waist as he turned to jonathan.

"Yn get to my classroom now" mr levy muttered looking over jenkins shoulder to me I nodded and left without a word, I wondered around the hallway intill I found my way back to his class the uneasy feeling somewhat subsiding as I closed the door I slumped over to the desk sitting on the edge of it as I waited.

It was only a few minutes before he returned, my eyes wondered over looking for any injury or something else the only indication of something happening was the reddening of his knuckles "what happened" I asked going to him as he shut the door "he won't bother you anymore" he growled as he pushed past me to get to his desk.

I fumbled with my hands as I walked back towards him "thank you" I whispered "you've saved me more then once today" I stopped infront of him nervously intertwining my hands "is there anyway I could repay you" I asked making him bite his lip and groan leaning his head back "don't fucking do this" he growled adjusting himself on the table.

"But what if I want to" I whispered stepping closer to him, he stared at me with danger and hunger in his eyes his labored breaths made his chest heave as he grabbed me to pull me close turning us around so I was pressed up against the desk "fuck I wanted this for some long" he muttered before pressing his lips against mine.

I moaned into his mouth as he ran his hands up and down my thigh slowly inching its way up my skirt "I fucking need you, begging for my cock" he grunted moving my panties aside sticking two of his fingers inside, "fuck mr levy" I whined my knees buckling making him push me more onto the table "fuck say my name baby just like that" he muttered curling his fingers making me see stars.

"Please mr levy" I moaned but whined out as he pulled his fingers out, he slowly brought his glistening fingers to his mouth licking them to get all of my juices while maintaining eye contact with me "sweeter then I thought" he growled and forced me to lay down on the desk my eyes followed his hands movement as he undid his belt and zipper and as his hand slowly slid into his boxers fetching out his cock.

His eyes became half lidded and full of lust as he slowly pumped his cock a few times before pressing it against my entrance, "beg me for it" he muttered sliding the tip up and down my slit "beg me to fuck you" he growled I whined loudly squirming on the desk "please, please fuck me please" I whined he chuckled darkly and slowly pushed in.

I moaned out as he leaned onto his arms pressing his dick further inside me "your so fucking tight for a little slut" his words made me whine and shake underneath him "my little slut" he said bringing his lips to mine, our lips molded together as he started moving in and out of me "fuck" he groaned against my lips.

He moved his lips to my neck sucking harshly at my skin as he thrusted "m-mr levy" I moaned out throwing my head back against the wood "please" my shook as I moaned I felt myself clench around him as I neared my climax and so was he, his groans and grunts fueling my desire "fuck fuck fuck" I cried out as I cam around him and soon after he did too filling me up with his seed, the panting of my breathe made me tired and my eyes fluttering.

"Good thing I can use you whenever I want because you are my little slut"

#oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac x reader smut #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac characters smut #oscar isaac characters x reader #oscar isaac characters x reader smut #scenes from a marriage #scenes from a marriage x reader #scenes from a marriage x reader smut #scenes from a marriage smut #jonathan levy #jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy x reader smut #jonathan levy smut

[ironstrange1991]

Love Is All You Need

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen isn't feeling well and you decide to take good care of him

Word Count: 2,7k

Warnings: +18 Smut: masturbation and oral sex (male receiving)

A/N: I am really sorry it took me so long to post this but I really hope you like it.

You've been distracted all day with work at the Baxter Institute and you don't even have time to notice Stephen's absence. You were used to him always walking into your office with that pompous know-it-all face and teasing you, eliciting sighs that were both passionate and irritated. That day however Stephen had not come to see you and that had gone unnoticed because of the absurd amount of work that kept you busy all day.

It was late afternoon when Sue knocked on your office door. "Hey, what a nice surprise, come in"

She walked in smiling and closed the door behind her. "What are you doing here?" You asked

She shrugged "Needed to talk to Reed and decided to come in to say hi"

You nodded smiling, finishing your work and putting away the materials that were scattered on the counter.

"Everything is fine?" You asked noticing that there was something different on your friend's face. She sat down. "Well, I was going to wait to tell you, but for you I think I can tell." She sighed "I'm pregnant"

You looked at her in surprise. Sue and Reed were the parents of a beautiful boy named Franklin and Sue always said she didn't want any more children. She seemed to read your mind "I know what you're thinking, I said I didn't want to and it wasn't really planned, it just...happened"

You pulled up a chair to sit next to her "Does Reed know yet?" She nodded "And are you guys okay with that?"

Sue thought for a moment "I first thought I wasn’t, but the truth is we are." She grins "I'm happy and so is Reed"

You smile in relief, holding her hand "Well, in that case, congratulations to both of you. I'm very happy that the family is growing"

She nodded confidently and squeezed your hand in hers "Me too. I haven't told anyone yet so..."

You nodded reassuringly "Are you sure Reed didn't say anything to Stephen yet?"

She nodded "Well, I just showed him the exam results and since Strange didn't come to work today..."

You looked at her in surprise "Stephen didn't come to work today?" She caught the surprised note in your voice, "I thought you knew. Reed told me he wasn't feeling well so he canceled all his appointments today."

You sighed "That arrogant asshole! He didn't tell me anything"

Sue stared at you, lips in a thin line. You sighed "I was busy all day and didn't even realize it. I thought he was busy too."

You picked up your cell phone and there were twelve text messages from him and a few more in voicemail "Fuck"

"He will understand that you were busy and that's why you didn't see the phone y/n, don't worry"

You sighed putting the phone in your pocket "Are we talking about the same person?" She nodded in surrender, but you shook your head as if to dismiss that thought. Stephen would have to wait.

"Tell me how this happened? Is it recent? How many months are you?"

Sue smiles "Remember the trip to Switzerland?"

"At the science fair? Really?" She nodded "According to my doctor I'm eight weeks along."

You smile "I hope it's a girl this time" Sue nodded "Yes, Reed is confident it will be."

You nodded "He'll be a great girl dad"

The conversation with Sue progressed easily as it always did when the two of you were together, but when your cell phone rang a second time she got to her feet "Well, I'll leave you free to deal with your boyfriend." You nodded "It was good to see you, Sue."

She smiled "See you on Friday." You frowned and she chuckled "The party your father is throwing in honor of the Institute's eight years"

"Oh sure, there are so many parties and events that sometimes it's hard to keep up."

She agreed "Your father can be extravagant, but we can't complain, the best investors came after one of the events offered at Stark Tower."  You nodded “Right” After Sue left you grabbed your things and headed straight for the parking lot leaving only a message for your dad saying you were leaving.

When you arrived at the Sanctum, you were greeted by a hurried Mordo who asked you to make yourself comfortable, opened a portal to the Kamar Taj and left. You sighed walking up the stairs.

When you entered Stephen's room the curtains were drawn leaving the room in a shadow and he was lying in bed hugging the pillow. He barely noticed your presence.

You left your bag on the bedside table and took off your shoes and then sat down next to him "Stephen, honey, are you okay?" He hummed crawling closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist as he laid his head in your lap "I called you, left several messages"

You took your hand to his hair, lightly stroking and removing the strands that fell on his forehead "Today was a busy day at the Institute, I didn't stop not even for a second " You touched his forehead feeling it warm against your hand " You have a fever. You need to see a doctor"

He denied "I'm a doctor, remember? It's just a stomach flu. I've been throwing up all day, but I feel better already"

You sighed knowing full well that there was no point in arguing with him "You need to take something for the fever, I'll get an antipyretic"

He let you get up and you knew very well that Stephen could be sneaky when he wanted to and part of that was just his way of getting your attention. Not that you minded. That side of Stephen, the part of him that was extremely touch starved, needy and spoiled was one of the things you loved most about him and if you had to stay there all night looking after him you couldn't complain.

He took the pill you handed him "Please, honey, come here, lie down here with me"

You did as he asked snuggling into a small pile of pillows and he wrapped his arms around you again laying his head in your lap "Is that what you called me all day? Because you need to cuddle?" He hummed "I needed you, it was an emergency" He inhaled deeply "You smell so good" He murmured and you chuckled stroking his hair.

You still get amazed at how clingy Stephen could be.

"Sue was at the Institute today, she reminded me we have a party to go to on Friday, you better be fine by then"

Stephen groaned irritably "I hate your dad's parties" You agreed "I know but we can't afford not to go unless we want to pick a fight with him which we definitely don't."

He sighed "Remember what happened at one of those parties? I almost killed one of his investors." "And then you didn't talk to me for a week out of pure jealousy"

He did not answer.

"The sex was good" You remembered

He hummed "In the library?" "Uh hm do you remember?" "How could I forget? Besides after that you told everyone about us"

"Because you made me do it" You accused

"I needed to make sure everyone knew you are mine"

You were silent for a minute contemplating the fact that it had been almost a year since you and Stephen had been together. What was really strange was that it felt like an eternity and not just twelve months. You didn't even remember what your life was like before him, as if everything that came before meant absolutely nothing.

"Is she really pregnant?" You were snapped out of your reverie by Stephen's husky voice. "What?" "Sue. Reed told me he thought she was pregnant. You should have seen the happiness on his face, he looked like a child"

You thought for a moment whether or not to tell Stephen, but you knew that Reed would tell him the next day and it would make no difference "Yes, she is. She also seemed very happy with the news"

Stephen hummed approving "That's good"

You smiled, caressing his hair, surrendering to those minutes that seemed to stretch for hours and at no time did you wish you were anywhere but there next to the man you loved.

When you realized that Stephen had fallen asleep, his breathing more regular, the grip of his arms around your waist loosening, you slipped out of bed, replacing your lap with a pillow. He didn't even notice.

You took the opportunity to take a shower and put on comfortable clothes and then went down to the kitchen where you found some ingredients to prepare a stew. You weren't exactly a good cook, but anything you made would be better than the frozen foods Stephen was used to eating. Besides, he needed to eat real food that would provide energy for him to get better.

When the stew was ready you went up to the bedroom to wake him up. He hummed annoyed when you called his name with a slight wave of his forearm.

"Stephen, honey, I made you something to eat, you'll feel better after eating, you know that."

He sighed, opening his eyes. You palmed his forehead getting calmer when you noticed that the temperature had dropped. You tucked a few stray silver strands of his hair behind his ear.

"Did you cook for me?" His voice was husky, but still as beautiful as ever. You shook your head smiling "Wasn't that what you wanted, that I took care of you?" He smirked and rolled over in bed stretching, a lazy yawn escaping his lips "Come here, kiss me honey" You bent down to kiss his lips, there was a bitter taste of medicine on his tongue but you didn't care. You missed that kiss all day and even though it was inappropriate under the circumstances the simple touch of his lips on yours turned you on. A soft moan escaped your lips and you pulled away "Come on, your food will get cold."

He held your hand refusing to get up "Can't I eat in bed?" You chuckled and he reached over taking his sling ring and opened a portal to the kitchen. You sighed "You are very spoiled, Supreme Strange!"

He chuckled, the sound making your skin crawl and your heart skip a beat. It was ridiculous that you still had those reactions to his presence. Stephen made you feel like a lovestruck teenager at times. You went through the portal and prepared his plate, putting it on a tray and taking it to bed for him. He sat up and you adjusted the pillows for him to lean on and then placed the tray on his lap "Oh if only the world could see the great Sorcerer Supreme today" He rolled his eyes "The Sorcerer Supreme has a right to be sick" "Uh hm, I confess I'm enjoying this more than I'd like to admit." He tasted a mouthful of stew "Are you enjoying seeing me sick?" You shook your head sitting on the bed next to him "You're being kind"

He couldn't hide that your comment surprised him, but he didn't say anything. He ate slowly and when he finished you took the tray back to the kitchen and went back to his room. It was already past eight at night and the tiredness of the day was beginning to overwhelm you. Stephen closed the portal and left his sling ring on the bedside table you crawled into bed snuggling in his arms.

"You look better" You said laying your head on his shoulder.

"I feel better" He said and you smiled and he pulled you to his lips surprising you with the intensity of the kiss. His hand went down to the little of your back sliding under the shirt.

"How better?"

He took your hand that was on his chest and went down with it until you felt the bulge growing in his hip "This better"

“Then is okay for me doing this….” You reached inside his pants grabbing his cock stroking him slowly.

He pulled you back to his lips, a low moan escaping his mouth "Fuck yes honey I love how you do it"

You hummed and knelt down on the bed and helped him get rid of his pants "Then let me do it for you Stephen" You held his cock giving a couple of jerks "I'm sure you'll feel a lot better after this" You bent down putting it in your mouth and he groaned leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

The feel of your mouth on his cock sucking him like only you could was all he needed. "Oh fuck, just like that y/n, you do it so good..." He groaned loudly as you swallowed it whole, the tip hitting the back of your throat, the wonderful sensation making him forget what he was saying, all he could think about was how good you were making him feel.

He brought both hands to your head, his fingers threading through your hair, but he didn't push. After a day like he had, having you on your knees going down on him like that was like heaven. And that's exactly how he saw you, like an angel taking care of him and putting up with him even when he was rude to you. Fuck, Stephen knew he didn't deserve you, but he loved you anyway.

You took it out of your mouth and spat at it, tears running down your face, spit running down your chin, your eyes red from the effort of swallowing it whole. You looked so perfect like that. You stroke him and then took him in your mouth again now helping with your hand, stroking the base while sucking the tip, flicking your tongue there while caressing his balls with your other hand making him see stars. The sound of his cock going in and out of your mouth was so obscene carrying him to the edge "Fuck honey, you're gonna make me cum"

You just hummed in approval, the vibration running down his cock like an electric current making his balls tighten as did the grip of his hands in your hair.

He started to thrust upwards and you knew he was close and he didn't stop until he got what he wanted. Stephen groaned loudly, his thighs tightened and with one last thrust he came. Ropes and ropes of hot cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all of it.

Your hand squeezing the tip of him drawing one last drop of cum from his slit. You licked it, not allowing a single drop to go to waste.

"Oh my god honey, this was amazing. Come here, kiss me"

You crawled towards him letting him wrap you in his arms. He kissed you ardently, his tongue dominating yours, reaching every inch of your mouth. He bit down on your bottom lip before breaking the kiss to breathe. Breathing still irregular, but slowly returning to normal.

"I love you, y/n. You mean everything to me. You know that right?"

You didn't answer and he lifted your chin making you look at him "You know it, right?"

You nodded shyly "I do"

He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, "Good"

He kissed your lips lightly, then kissed your cheek and then the tip of your nose managing to pull a giggle from you "That’s my girl. You know I am the sorcerer, but you worked your magic in me today, you know that? I am feeling a lot better" He grins, that smile that always takes your breath away.

"I'm happy to hear that" You replied stroking the silver hair at his temple "I love you so much Stephen, you are everything to me. All I want is to see you well."

He smiles "I know, honey" You settled on the pillows opening your arms for Stephen to snuggle in them. Although he was visibly better, there were dark circles under his eyes and you knew he needed some more time to rest and get better completely.

You were silent stroking his hair for a minute, outside the traffic slowly decreased and sleep finally took over you.

"Since I won't be able to work tomorrow, could you stay here with me? " Stephen's voice sounded hoarse and full of sleep.

You chuckled "I'll think about it"

He tightened his arm around your body, sighing heavily and slowly both of you drift off to sleep.

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[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 9)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, implied smut, hospital setting, reader does some embarrassing stuff, reader was drugged (nothing happened), pet names, making out, pda

synopsis ➩ Y/n finally admits her feelings.

word count ➩ 1.1k

a/n ➩ as a little gift from me to you, I give you the finale two hours early.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You wake up groggy. “The police are asking to speak with you later.” Great. You start to wonder what the fuck you did last night to end up wanted by pigs and in a hospital gown. And what the fuck is Bucky doing here by your side, acting like the two of you are in love or something?

All of a sudden, memories start flooding back. You’re overwhelmed by the onslaught of hazy conversations. Oh yeah, Bucky being here makes a lot more sense when you remember you found him after being drugged by Jane. And it turns out the worst thing that could have happened, did indeed happen. “Oh god, James.” He cringes at the use of his first name.

“It’s Bucky.”

“Bucky, please tell me that I didn’t tell you I love you.”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Buck I wasn’t drunk, I was roofied, I would’ve told Steve that I loved him.”

“But you didn’t, you told me.”

“Steve was here?”

“Yeah, and you told him to his face that you love me.”

“What did he say?”

“He, umm, still hasn’t changed if you’re asking what I think you’re asking.”

“Oh.”

“You dodged a bullet there. He has no empathy. Told me the only reason he came was to have sex with you again.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing. After all, I don’t deserve shit.”

“Y/n, I wasn’t serious when I said that.”

“Call Steve for me, please.” It’s mere seconds before Bucky is pulling out his phone and finding Steve’s contact. He puts the phone on speaker, hoping that he will say something awful about you, and you'll finally realize his roommate isn't the one for you.

“Hey Steve, Y/n is asking for you.”

“Perfect, I’m actually on my way there already.”

“Wait, what?”

“I wanted to see her.”

“But what about last night?”

“You really want me to say it?”

“Yes.”

“You were right, I want a chance to be with her.”

“Okay.” He hangs up, surprising himself with the amount of jealousy that is festering in his body. It courses through his veins. He turns back to look at you. 

“Jam- Bucky I hope you understand, I just don’t love you. It’s just the truth. And it’s okay, because you don’t love me either.”

“How do you know I don’t love you?”

“Because you don’t leave someone you secretly want to be with.”

“Please, you have to stop bringing that up.”

“You broke me.”

“I left you because I didn’t think I deserved you.”

“But you got with my best friend within weeks.”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

“You don’t get to do this, you don’t get to come into my life, only to leave me again.”

“I’m not gonna leave you.”

“You said that last time, too.”

“I mean it this time.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You shouldn’t, but I don’t think I will be okay if I lose you again.”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“SAY IT!”

“I love you, Y/n. I never stopped, I didn’t break because of Natasha, I broke because I had to watch as you became me.”

“Get out Bucky.” Tears flow steady down your face. He leaves without another word. Five minutes later, Steve walks in your room. You try your best to wipe your tears, but they’re still falling down your face. 

“Hey Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Just Bucky, he’s an ass.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s just, he’s like a pathological liar or something.”

“I’m not following.”

“He uhh, he told me that he loves me.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, and I know I said it last night but I was high as a kite. I didn’t mean it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes Steve, I’m not over you. Can I please show you that I’m more than just my reputation?”

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh, okay. Can I ask why?”

“Because I’m a shit person, and a shit friend, but even I wouldn’t get between the two of you.”

“There is no ‘us’. I don’t even like him.”

“Maybe you don’t like him, but deep down you love him.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I fucking hate him.”

“Who’s the first person you think about when you wake up? Who’s the last person on your mind when you fall asleep? Who can you not ever seem to forget, no matter how hard you try? Who haunts your dreams? Who can get under your skin so fast he should earn a Guinness World Record?”

“I, uh, what do I do now?”

“I saw him in the gift shop, he’s probably there picking out a meaningful apology gift.” He suggests, snarky as ever.

“Thank you Steve.” You get out of bed and walk out of the room, still attached to your IV pole. You roll it to the elevator, impatiently pressing the button over and over again, despite knowing it won’t go any faster. Shit someone is coming, please close. You decide to be a good person and hold the door open, even though you just wanna get to Bucky. The stranger beside you presses the second floor button, damn it. It doesn’t take that long to get to the bottom, but you’re just so nervous it feels much longer. You head over to the gift shop, but you don’t see him. You wanna cry this is so embarrassing rolling around this big ass cart.

You’re about to give up, but then you spot him about to leave the hospital. He’s a step away from the door. Without thinking, you scream. “Bucky!” You feel eyeballs on you, suddenly, you feel very conscious of your attire. You thank god he heard you, so that you only have to go through a little bit of awkwardness. You run to him, almost tripping multiple times. When you finally come face to face with him, you forget everything you were planning to say. “I love you too.” You finally blurt out. He looks a little shocked, but then a big smirk starts to form. He lunges forward, pressing your front to his. You felt a little weird about making out in public, but his lips are so delectable you can’t stop. You finally come up for air, putting your forehead against his. You hope this feeling will last forever, for you're not sure what you would do without Bucky. You would have been tricked by Steve, or there would have been a video of you getting naked on the internet. But worst of all, you wouldn’t be in love. You pull his face towards yours to whisper in his ear. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

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Twin Talk

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been a while since I wrote a fanfic. Been busy with life. I actually do like Blitzo’s sister Barbie Wire. I actually hope we get to see more of her soon.

This story is about Barbie meeting my OC Liz.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Barbie - “Satan fucking damn it! Why the fuck Blitzo had to come in and ruined my fucking life?!”

After the camp site incident, Barbie now lost her supplier. When she told her boss what happened, he actually decided not to fire her. The reason? Because he didn’t wanna bother looking for another employee that can get weeks. While Barbie is grateful she didn’t get fired, she now has to deliver meds in Sloth. Which sucks because sometimes the customers are rude as hell, too lazy to remember what they order, and don’t give enough tips.

Today Barbie just had to deliver meds to the St. An hospital. Barbie has the bag of meds in her bag and was waiting impatiently for the elevator to open. The elevator ding and opened. Barbie checked the bag and it said “To Liz M. Room 345”.

Barbie - *pissed* “Can’t believe I’m fucking stuck delivery med to some snot nose little brat. She has fucking parents, why can’t they fucking give her meds?!”

The elevator ding and it left Barbie at the floor she was supposed to be at. Barbie left the elevator and was surprised how the hallway actually looked more fancier. It had golden apple design taperary, statues of Lucifer, and his logo.

Barbie - *confused* “What the fuck? Why the hell is the kid on this fancy ass floor? Is this the floor I’m suppose to be on?”

Barbie looked at the bag twice and noticed the note was a little smidge, but it clearly said: VIP. Which everybody knows it means Very Important Person. Wanting to finish the job just to get over it, Barbie just walked down the hall and saw room 345.

Barbie opened the door and saw Liz resting in a hospital bed. Looking tired and exhausted. Barbie's eyes also widen in shock because she recognizes the red cheeks and skin.

Barbie - *shocked* “Holy shit! Are you Lucifer’s kid?”

Liz - “Huh? No. Lucifer is my Uncle.”

Barbie - “Huh. Never did I think I would see royal blue blood in a dump like this.”

Liz - “Well I needed my appendix out. It was either here or let it explode into little tiny pieces. And that would have ended ugly.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Nice to see you have some sense of humor. The name Barbie Wire.”

Liz - “Barbie Wire? Were your parents drunk when they named you that?”

Barbie - *chuckles* “Most likely my father. The guy could drink 2 or 3 bottles of booze like it was water.”

Liz - “Huh. He would have been good friends with my Dad. He always likes to drink wine.”

Barbie - “My Dad was more into cheap booze shit. He called wine “fancy pissed water that royal blue blood fuckers drinks.”

Liz - *giggled* “My name is Liz.”

Barbie - “Nice to meet you. So, where is your parents' kid?”

Liz - “My dad had to go to work, and so did my mom. But they promise to come back later.”

Barbie - *a little uncomfortable* “So…You’re all alone?”

Liz - “Well not really. I mean I’ll be okay.”

Barbie was having a strange feeling inside of her. What was it? Was it sadness? Uncomfortable? Or was it feeling bad for somebody? Either way, she didn’t want Liz to be by herself. Barbie looked at her watch and see how she actually have a lot of time for herself.

Barbie - “Ya know what? I’ll give you some company.”

Liz - “Don’t you have to go back to work?”

Barbie - “Eh. Those assholes can wait. I got lot of time.”

Liz - “Yeah. I heard the people in sloths are lazy bums.”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You're telling me. The receptionist claimed she couldn’t read or write yet she still did it anyway.”

Liz - “I guess she drank for breakfast.”

Barbie - *laughs* “That’s a good one! I like people with my kind of sense of humor.”

Liz - *laughs* “Well I am part of the Carny Rangers.”

Barbie - “Carny Rangers?”

Liz - “It’s a kid scout but it's a circus theme. You have fun, earn badges, and learn some circus trick shit.”

Barbie - “Oh I actually know some circus tricks. I actually worked at a circus once.”

Liz - “That must have been a dream come true.”

Barbie - “Yeah it wasn’t bad. I mean I did the tightrope, acrobat shit, it was actually pretty fun.”

Liz - “Yeah my twin sister and I love circus stuff.”

Barbie - *confused* “Twin sister?”

Liz - “Yeah. I have a twin sister name Sonya. She was resting in the mind house.”

Sonya came out in shadow and waved at Barbie. Barbie almost fell out of the chair she was sitting on.

Barbie - *shocked* “What the fuck is that thing?!”

Liz - *annoyed* “Heh ya deaf or blind? Or both? This is my twin sister Sonya.”

Barbie - “Why the fuck is she a shadow?!”

Liz - “We are a Gemini.”

Barbie - “A Gemi-what?”

Liz - “Gemini. It is a rare gift where two twins share the same body thanks to the Gemini star.”

Barbie - “What sort of fucking gift is that? If anything you should get rid of that shit.”

Liz - *offended* “Excuse me?”

Barbie - “Twin sibling are nothing but fucking shit-heads who fuck up your life.”

Liz - “Don’t you dare talk about my sister that way!”

Barbie - “Look, I’m only giving you advice because having a sibling, especially a twin known to screw you over.”

Liz - *angry* “Look you bitch, you know nothing about my sister so there’s no way I’m gonna get rid of her!”

Barbie - *angry* “I’m just trying to help you!”

Liz - *angry* “I don’t need your fucking help you-“

Then all of a sudden, Liz felt a pain in her stomach. Barbie looks concerned for her. Even Sonya looked worried for her sister.

Barbie - “Hey kid are you okay?”

Liz - *groans in pain* “Y-Yeah.”

Sonya knows when her sister is lying thanks to the pain on Liz’s face. Sonya gently moved Liz’s hand and saw that the stitches popped and was bleeding again.

Sonya - “Oh crap! Her stitches came out!”

Barbie saw that despite being in her shadow form, Sonya grabbed a towel and gently put it on Liz’s sides. Barbie looking worried and said:

Barbie - “Hey! We need a fucking doctor in here now!”

A minute later, a doctor came in and helped and fixed the stitches. Barbie was standing in the hallway waiting to see if Liz is okay. Then 15 minutes later, the doctor left and Barbie went back inside the room. Barbie then noticed Liz still looked tired and in pain and realized she still had Liz’s meds. Barbie took some pills out of the bottle, got a cup of water and handed it to Liz.

Barbie - “Here. You need this.”

Liz - *take a deep breath* “Thanks.”

Liz took the meds and drank some water. Barbie had that strange feeling again when she saw that Liz was alone. Barbie hated having those feelings again. She took a seat next to Liz’s bed and said:

Barbie - “Sorry kid.”

Liz - “For what? You basically saved my life right now.”

Barbie - “With the help of your sister of course. I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It's just that…I had a bad experience with a twin.``

Liz - “Wait, you have a twin sister?”

Barbie - “Actually a twin brother. Blitzo.”

Liz - *eyes widen* “Holy crap! I know him, he’s a friend of mine and my sister.”

Barbie - *scoff* “You would have been better off not knowing him. Bastard ruined my life.”

Liz - “How?”

Barbie took a deep breath and began to tell Liz everything. How the fire happened on Fizz’s birthday, the firework explosion, Fizz getting badly hurt, Blitzo and Barbie mom’s death, the circus being burnt down, etc. Liz and Sonya were actually listening and was surprised how Blitzo actually had a dark past.

Barbie - “….And just when I was getting my life together, he just had to show up and fuck my life all over again!”

Liz - “Man…Sound brutal dude. But don’t you think you were hard on him too?”

Barbie - *offended* “What?! He’s the one that screwed my life!”

Liz - “So what? You honestly thought he was like “Oh! I’m gonna start a fire and hurt everybody and kill my mom! Tra lalalala!”

Barbie - “…No. But it was still his fault! He should have saved our mother!”

Liz - “Why didn’t you save her or your dad?”

Barbie - “We tried! But we couldn’t do it…”

Liz - “So you guys couldn’t do this, but Blitzo can? Does that make sense to you?”

Barbie - “Well…You know how long it took for me to finally get clean and get a job?!”

Liz - “Come on dude that was your choice to do those drugs. He didn’t give them to you or force you to take them. Besides, to me it sounds like the fire was just an accident. Have you ever even ask him how he felt about it?”

Those words hit Barbie like a ton of bricks: she was so wrapped up in her pain and feelings, she never even bothered to ask her own brother about the accident. But that still didn’t change that he was the reason their circus and home burnt down.

Liz - “Beside, put yourself in his shoes…Well, boots actually: if he was the one in rehab and left and you tried to reach out to him, but Blitzo coldly turned you away. Wouldn’t you feel hurt that your own twin is turning you away?”

Barbie stood in silence. For a kid, Liz is rather wise. Barbie just crossed her arms and looked down on the floor. It’s like she wants to admit that Liz was right, but at the same time, Barbie is still angry and hurt by what her brother did.

Liz - “One more thing. Siblings aren’t perfect. I mean my twin sister Sonya maybe an annoying nerd *Sonya give her a disapprove look* but I love her. I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Just because there are some bad times, doesn’t mean there’s no good ones. I mean Blitzo really does care about you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have tried to find you.”

Barbie’s eyes widened. She never thought of it like that. Blitzo was finding her because that’s her twin brother. Her other half. He cared about her unlike their drunk goat of a father who didn’t even bother to visit. Maybe deep down she was just blaming Blitzo to cover up her own shame and guilt for not saving their mother and getting hooked on drugs.

Barbie - *doubtful* “What if…It’s too late to make up?”

Liz - “It’s never too late. Just because some years past, doesn’t mean it had to stop. You can still be in each other life for as young as you lived.”

Barbie - *smiles* “Thanks for the advice kid. Sorry for acting like a bitch.”

Liz - “Eh. I met bigger bitches then you. I mean, have you met Verosika?”

They both laugh at this. Then Barbie looked at her watch and said:

Barbie - “Hey I gotta go. *write down something on a piece of paper* here’s my number if you ever wanna talk again. But I’ll come by tomorrow.”

Liz - *smiles* “Thanks dude.”

They both wave bye to each other Barbie begins to walk out of the hospital. She looked at her phone and started to look at some old pictures. It was old pictures of her and her family spending time together. Then she saw ones of her and Blitzo as kids playing together, doing circus acts, playing pranks, etc. Barbie then had tears in her eyes and the tears fell on her phone.

She didn’t want to cry in front of Liz. But Liz’s words hit her through the heart: she turned away Blitzo, the only person who cared about her beside their mom. She wasted so much time being angry and blaming him, that she forgot about the good times she had with her brother. Deep down, she missed her brother, but felt like it was too painful to see him.

Now knowing what to do, Barbie began to go to her block page, unblocked the only person on it, and began to call. It took a few minutes and then it picked up.

Blitzo - “Hello?”

Barbie - *sighs* “Hey Blitz..”

Blitzo - “Barb?! What happened? Are you okay? Did you get on that stupid drugs again? Cause I can help get you clean-“

Barbie - *annoyed* “No shithead! I *take a deep breath and calm down* I just wanted to say…I’m sorry.”

Blitzo - “No Barb, you and Nurse Annoying Vagina Mouth was right: I should of left you annoyed when you were trying to rebuilt your life and-“

Barbie - “No, it’s not just that. I’m sorry about what happened…On Fizz’s birthday.”

Blitzo - “….What about it?”

Barbie - *sighs* “I was putting too much blame on you. It was an accident. Yeah you caused it, but at the same time didn’t do it on purpose. I guess I was just so hurt and angry that Mom was gone and I was too chicken shit to save her during the fire.”

Blitzo - “Hey don’t put this on yourself, I should have saved her.”

Barbie - “No Blitz. Dad and I could have done something but you know Dad being the drunken dickhead that he is, and me well…I could have gotten help or at least tried like you did. But I just stood there and did nothing…”

Blitzo - “Barb…”

Barbie - “Worst of all, I got on those stupid drugs and turned you away when you were trying to help me…I wasted so much time…I guess I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me because how I use to be like this great circus star now I’m a wash up loser while you starting your own company and Fizz is living a fairy tale life.”

Blitzo - “Barbie you listen to me: you’re not a washed up loser. Beside Fizz, you were a great performer. You made some

mistakes, so have I, but what is important is that you get your ass up, and keep showing dickshits that you’re still the best bitch in hell!”

Barbie - *chuckles* “You have the way with words.”

Blitzo - “Well I did learn that stuff from the internet…What made you decide to talk to me again?”

Barbie - “A kid and her twin.”

Blitzo - “Nice. Hey if you want, you can always work with me and my company. We can always use the extra help.”

Barbie - “Nah. That’s your thing. I gotta find my own. Say…You’re still offering that dinner?”

Blitzo - “Yeah?”

Barbie - “I wouldn’t mind getting free food. Especially if you’re paying.”

Blitzo - “I was thinking more about dine and dash. Or fucking the waiter so we can get free meal. But that's fine too. I’ll see you there.”

Barbie - *laughs* “Okay I’ll meet you in the city.”

Blitzo - “Fantastic. And Barb? Thanks for talking to me. Love you.”

Barbie - “Love you too ya weird bastard.”

Barbie hung up and smiled. She can’t remember the last time she smiled or feeling this happy in a long time. It actually felt good talking to Blitzo and spilling her guts on how she felt. She knows that despite the many mistakes she made in her life, she can’t let it stop her from living and moving on. Her mom would want that for her. Barbie have high hopes that her life is gonna change for the better.

All thanks to the Gemini girls.

Hope you all like it!

#helluva boss #barbie wire #Liz #my oc #my fanfic #Blitzo #fanfic

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13 Days of AUs- The Thirteenth Day of Christmas: An IzuOcha AU

Summary: On the 13 days of Christmas, Music gave to me… 13 different POTSOD AUs! Each contains a different pairing and different plots but within: a collection of plot line that will appear in the main series… though have fun figuring them out! (Including a few pairings that will appear~)

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   A man knelt in front of a door, trying to pick the lock as his comrades guarded him, one holding up a fireball and another holding a sharp piece of bone.

 “Come on, dude,” muttered the fire holder. “The Nebula is around this area.”

 “Uravity and Circumpolar won’t check out a stupid store this late,” the bone wielder said. “Calm down.”

 “Yeah, we’re in the clear.” the lock picker said. “Besides, it’s almost nighttime. Those two are usually daylight heroes, not twilight.” 

 “Oh, I dunno.” a feminine voice said. “We dabble.” A black tentacle came out of nowhere to grab the fire holder, yanking him away. Said tentacle came from a woman in a green jumpsuit with her hair in a long braid. She threw the man into a wall, smiling darkly. 

 “Often,” a new voice above the group said. The two awake men looked up to see a brunette floating above them, dressed in a pink, white and blue space-themed suit. She smiled just as darkly as the other woman. 

 “Mother fucker,” the bone wielder said right before the two women fell upon their prey.

 It took barely a minute, and then the three criminals were all in handcuffs, the two heroines waiting for the police.

 “Hey babe,” Uraraka Ochako, the pro-hero Uravity, began as she turned to her wife, “are we seeing your father next week or the week after?”

 “Week after.” Uraraka Izumi replied as she fiddled with her work phone. “Your parents are visiting after, remember?”

 “I do; I couldn’t quite remember when. I got tapped for a rescue mission next week, which concerned me. Your father made his demands clear.” Ochako said.

 “Contact with his daughter and her soulmate, along with their children, three times a year, or he breaks out.” Izumi agreed. 

 “Oh fuck I forgot your dad was a triple S.” said the lock picker. “Fuck do you have an account on the villain server?”

 “I’ll never tell,” Izumi answered, smirking at the man who pouted. The police showed up, and after a brief conversation, the two women left. Ochako pulled out her phone to check messages.

 “Well, we’re done for the night. According to Hitoshi, the kids are in bed, but Tomoe is sighing dramatically over her girlfriend while also having a study session.” Ochako laughed. “Hina is loving her position in Otheon.”

 “No doubt. Rody texted me last week saying that Hina already proved herself when she told some assholes that soulmates have to work like any other couple and ‘not having a special mark that glows like a glow stick’ doesn’t make you a bad person.” Izumi shook her head. “Lala latched on like a barnacle.”

 “Heh,” Ochako shook her head. “I remember being so jealous of Rody when you first started talking to him after the sports festival. I knew you loved having another teen parent to chat with, but damn I felt left out. Now you two gossip and discuss kids. How is Lala’s new treatment?” Ochako looked at her wife in worry.

 “Good. They think they can reverse most of the brain damage thanks to that new doctor, so instead of being mentally six but stuck in the body of a twenty-year-old, she could age up in a way.” Izumi frowned. “I don’t know if I’m explaining it right. Also, Ochako, I love you.” Izumi reached out to grasp her wife’s hand. Both were wearing gloves, but upon touching, a bright light came from their joining. “Rody didn’t cross my mind after your met Tomoe and accepted her.” Ochako smiled at Izumi and leaned forward to kiss her, the two tall women lingering in the action. Ochako reached up to cup the back of Izumi’s head.

 “I love you so much,” Ochako said softly. “And admittedly, I’m not jealous anymore. We’ve been together since we were sixteen, and we’re thirty now.” 

 “We made our soulmate story work,” Izumi agreed. They had one more kiss before walking back to their agency, holding hands still. 

 Reaching the agency, the two wordlessly agreed to shove paperwork off until the next day before changing into their street clothes to head home. However, as they did, Ochako checked her phone.

 “Izumi,” Ochako announced. 

 “Yeah?”

 “Hitoshi says something is wrong with Tomoe.” 

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 The Uraraka family lived in a small house about an hour's train ride from their agency. With Izumi, though, the time was cut down to five minutes, the green-haired woman throwing open the door. 

 “Izumi, Ochako!” Hitoshi said. The purple-haired man was the babysitter for the night and a long-standing friend of theirs. He grimaced upon seeing their worried faces, his scars twisting on his face. “She threw her study session out, refused to listen to them begging for her to talk and then locked herself in her room. I don’t know what’s going on.”

 “Thanks, Hitoshi. Say hi to Tsu for us,” Izumi said distractedly before running up the stairs with her wife. Hitoshi had a key, along with his with Tsu. It would be okay.

 Their younger children’s doors were closed, Kimiko and Kiku’s flower name plates shining in the hallway light. Ren’s dragon plate looked a bit dirty, and Izumi noted to clean it, but her focus was on the door with no plate: Tomoe’s room.

 Izumi went and knocked on it as soon as she reached the door. Ochako hovered next to her.

 “Go away, Uncle!” Their daughter’s voice said.

  “It’s not Hitoshi, baby,” Izumi said. “Can we come in?”

 “NO!” Tomoe shouted before she stopped. “I’m sorry, I don’t….”

 “It’s okay, honey. Emotions are healthy, but baby… are you okay?”

 “… no. Come in, please?” Izumi opened the door. Tomoe sat on her bed, looking miserable. With her two-toned skin covered in stitches and her button eyes, she didn’t have the usual way for people to tell if she was crying. But her parents could tell. 

 “What’s wrong?” Ochako asked in worry, going to sit on the bed. Given her bright pink sweater, she looked a bit silly in Tomoe’s black room with red lights. The teenager didn’t seem to care as she turned to bury her face into her mother’s neck.

 “My love life is over!” The teenager wailed. The parents traded confused looks.

 “Did… Hina break up with you?” Izumi asked. If the girl broke up over text, I’ll skin her, Izumi thought. That’s low and disgusting. 

 “No! It’s Muira Junko! She’s my soulmate!” Tomoe sobbed. “We touched hands during our session and lit up. She was so happy, and I just… I kicked them out. I said I was with Hina, but Muira and Kimura began talking about soulmates being perfect together and that I should break up. Sato also said she knew her brother left his girlfriend for his soulmate, and I know uncle Rikkido did cause he’s with auntie Kyouka! And she’s his soulmate! And I know Ma broke up with her boyfriend to be with Mama!”

 “… honey, I didn’t have a boyfriend,” Izumi said in confusion. Tomoe paused in her sobbing to pull her face away from her other mother.

 “Huh? I found articles saying you were. And Muira sent more…” the teenager looked at her phone warily. It vibrated on her desk violently.

 “Yeah, I mean… kiddo, you know my story. I was a traumatized teenager being raised by an emotionally abusive mother while trying to raise a toddler. I had no time for dating. Who did it say I was dating anyway?” Izumi asked.

 “Well, there were two names, but it had so much evidence, so I figured one had to be true, and now I’m realizing I messed up.” Tomoe frowned. “Either someone named Bakugou or Todoroki.”

 “Ah,” Izumi said, pausing. “Wow, I haven’t heard those names in a while.”

 “Me either,” Ochako said. “Not after Bakugou was expelled and Todoroki moved to Europe.”

 “Huh?” Tomoe asked, looking between them.

 “Bakugou was an old bully of mine, Tomoe,” Izumi explained. “We grew up together, and he was convinced we had some fairytale romance story about loving each other and defying fate. He was markless, so he figured it meant I was his because he couldn’t see any other reason a Quirkless girl was around.” She rolled her eyes. 

 “And Todoroki…” Ochako began slowly. “He was a friend. Sort of. He was very anti-soulmate, and it was obvious from all corners that he had a thing for your mom. But he also didn’t go after her for some reason and got mad when we ended up together.”

 “He didn’t go after me as you say because his dad is a bastard who wanted him to marry me for strong Quirk babies,” Izumi replied. “He had this huge speech about denying his father and that he was sorry. I think he thought I liked him back, which honestly wasn’t true. His issues weren’t ones I wanted to deal with.”

 “And he was anti-soulmate?” Tomoe asked, lost.

 “His parents were soulmates. His father abused his entire family, so he became convinced that all soulmates would end up abusive and cruel. He kept seeing these examples, more so when his older brother abused his soulmate as well,” Izumi told Tomoe.  “He pushed this logic on your Mama and me.” 

 “He wasn’t bad, just terribly socialized and traumatized.” Ochako agreed. “As for your uncle Rikkido and aunt Kyouka: your uncle’s girlfriend was abusive, and your aunt helped him get out. Them being soulmates didn’t matter.”

 “The timeline is wrong too. Rikkido met Kyouka first, but they weren’t into each other and then he dated his ex.” Izumi told her daughter. 

 “But they still got together,” Tomoe said in worry.

 “Your uncle Hitoshi and aunt Tsu aren’t soulmates,” Ochako told her daughter.

 “Uncle Hitoshi’s soulmate is a villain, and aunt Tsu’s is dead,” Tomoe said.

 “Bad example. Your aunts Mei and Melissa aren’t.” Izumi pointed out. “Nor is your uncle Denki and aunt Momo.” 

“Really? But their marks….” Tomoe looked at her hand where her former black soul mark now was a light green, showing it to be activated.

 “Momo is soulmates with Melissa, but they don’t like each other like that, and Denki’s soulmate was a girl from class B in our high school years who wasn’t compatible either,” Izumi explained. “And Mei was already with Melissa when she met her soulmate, so she didn’t leave her.”

 “I never knew that… but you two got together right away, right?” Tomoe asked her mothers.

 “No, actually,” Izumi told her daughter. “We fell for each other over time and had feelings by our first sports festival but didn’t get together until after our training camp and the attack.” 

 “… I forgot how crazy your guys’ first year was,” Tomoe said in awe. She looked at her mother curiously. “I don’t think you ever told me the full story.”

 “Probably not. Some of it isn’t that appropriate for kids.” Izumi mused. 

 “Not all of it was bad,” voiced Ochako. “It was just very intense. I do think we fell in love faster due to it, though.” 

 “And not because you were soulmates?” Tomoe asked.

 “Oh, baby, no. Did it help? Yes. But you hate Muira. I’ve heard more complaints about her than your teacher, and you got Snipe.” Izumi told her daughter. 

 “I like great-uncle Snipe,” Tomoe said. 

 “He makes you run until you puke when you call him that,” Izumi reminded her daughter, who just smirked. Ochako laughed, hugging the teenager. 

 “Snipe is Aizawa-Sensei on crack and with less interest in trying to nap when he can in exchange for figuring ways out to torment his children,” Ochako said wisely. Izumi nodded, shuddering at the same time. 

 “I like him. And Grandpa was a terror teacher?” Tomoe asked.

 “Oh, he was,” Izumi laughed. Ochako made a face, completely agreeing. 

 “… so Muira being my soulmate doesn’t mean I’ll be with her, and I can keep hating her 'cause she’s a bitch?” Tomoe asked.

 “Go right ahead, honey,” Izumi said. Tomoe looked relieved, leaning on Ochako.

 “… moms, can you tell me about your school years now?” Tomoe asked. “I’m curious. And I wanna hear your romance.” The adults looked at one another before Izumi smiled.

 “Well, how I became a hero, which really is the story, starts a lot further back than high school.” Izumi began, smiling at her daughter, who cautiously smiled back.

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Notes:

MERRY CHRISTMAS

-This AU is just a soulmate one with some drama in it. Soulmates don’t always tend to marry but it is still an expected thing kinda like heterosexuality or ‘giving the guy asking you out a chance’.  

-Circumpolar: Denotes an object near a celestial pole that never dips below the horizon as Earth rotates and thus does not rise or set.

I thought that for Izumi, this would be kind of poetic? She isn’t rising or setting, she’s on the same level as anyone else.

-Muira is a fangirl of Izumi and Ochako who are often called the Nebula. She’s also a bit of a snobby teenager who thinks Tomoe has a ‘villain like’ Quirk and tends to sneer at her when Tomoe kicks ass. 

-Not having a mark isn’t a bad thing. There’s a history of discrimination but in modern times no one cares. 

-yes, Endeavour and Rei are soulmates and due to this Todoroki became anti-soulmate. Later he found out his soulmate was a villain (Toga actually) and this just cemented his feelings about it. He did have a thing for Izumi but the above happened. And yeah he got MAD about her and Ochako. It made no sense and he got better but it kinda destroyed their friendship.

-Also in this AU, Touya never became Dabi as he met Hawks early, and they are soulmates so the Commission muscled in on it. But Touya didn’t fall to far from the tree in this AU.

Kids:

Kimiko- eldest of their younger kids at age 8. Has Uraraka’s gravity Quirk. Is a girl.

Kiku- age 6. Has a strange mashup of her grandmother Inko’s Quirk and her mother’s gravity one in which she can affect the gravity of small objects around her. Girl.

Ren- age 4. Has no signs of a Quirk yet. Girl.

#bnha #bnha au #boku no hero academia #fem midoriya izuku #izuocha #pulling on the strings of destiny #13 days of aus #soulmate u

[downtimescribbling]

Alone

Far as I care I always been by myself. Yeah I got brothers and sisters, more than enough, and ma made time for me when she was sober enough to remember which of us she was talking at. But when I was looking out for them wasn't no one looking out for me. So that's how I got used to being. Alone.

I made tracks soon as I was grown enough. Crisscrossed the country like I was running from something. Found work doing the kinda jobs most people was too chickenshit to dirty their hands with. I been a bodyguard, a bouncer, a burglar. One time an arsonists; that was a hoot. A part-time mercenary, and whatever you call it when you rough up guys who don't pay gambling debts. Now mind you I never killed no one. That was Harry's hustle.

Harold is the best hitman money can buy. Posh little bastard too. He doesn't care much for company neither. Best not to get attached to nothing in his line of work, you know. The two of us haunted the same bar for the better part of a year before he said two words to me. And you know what the hell he said?

"Next round's on me."

Well shit, I'd never turned down a free drink, and I wasn't about to start that night. I guess you could say we got used to each other. Comfortable, right? We'd meet up every couple of weeks, take turns buying drinks until we was hammered, then go to bed and go our separate ways in the morning. I could've been nicer to him in the end instead of letting my temper get away from me. But come on, who the fuck wouldn't be mad?

So here's what went down. I come up to my room one night and here's Harold sitting in the corner like he lives there. I'm surprised but not unhappy to see him. Not too drunk to stay up a little longer, you know what I mean. I say "Hey"; he says "Good evening." Before I can get another word out he tells me he's there on business.

"What you mean 'business'?" I say, and he just gives me a look over the top of his glasses.

Me being shit stupid, it takes a minute but I eventually get his drift. His business is death, and it looks like I'm the fucking job. It's sobering news. Someone wants me dead, and, if they hired Harry, they want it done right.

I ask "Who?"

"You know I can't tell you that," he says.

I ask "Why?"

Only got time for dumb questions, I guess.

"You know I can't tell you that," he says.

Like them’s the only words he knows.

By now my head is spinning. Maybe from drinking; maybe from shock. Who the living hell knows or cares? So I start pacing and cussing and kicking shit. I got a tightness in my chest I've never felt in my life, and I'm wondering is this fear or heartache. Harold lets me have my little tantrum. He just sits there staring at his hands and waiting. When it gets quiet he pipes up again.

"It's not personal. It's just a job," he says.

"Fuck your job," I say.

"Barry, please."

He takes a breath and drops his highbrow accent.

"Please don't make this harder than it has to be, Baril," he says. "You know I...you know I like you a lot."

"Could've fooled me, asshole," I say.

And then it's silent. Neither of us got anything left to say. Just two damned idiots too damaged to be honest with each other. I keep thinking I was better off alone and shoulda kept it that way. Instead I’m here with the closest thing I got to a friend trying to explain why he’s going to kill me. Great fucking job.

"So how's this work?" I ask.

"You go to sleep and don't wake up," he says.

"Easy as that," he says.

Easy as that. I don't ask no more questions. Ain't nothing more I need to know.

I keep waiting for the regret to come. You know, the feeling like I missed an opportunity or left some shit unfinished. Whatever it is that makes people beg for their lives. But nothing. Instead all I can think of is my mother. How she'd ramble on about her great-great granpa's legacy. Insisting there was greatness in our blood, nevermind that the only inheritance I ever got from her was a short fuse and an alcohol problem. Not exactly a recipe for success. No one of my blood could ever be a hero. Not a fucking chance.

I don't know how long I stood there thinking about ma. When I come back to the present Harold's watching me with a weird look. For a moment I think it might be sympathy. Or maybe he's waiting to see if I have another fit. Hell if I know. I oughta say something nice since I kinda like him too, but I don't.

I say, "Let's get this over with."

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

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[rafescoke]

New Girl ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Just as Rafe thought his life couldn’t get any worse, a new girl moved into town. 

Warnings: Straight smut! Mentions of trauma, extreme love-hate relationship, fluff

A/N: thank you so much for 600+ followers wtf ily <33

p.s; you know the drill. . . send requests!

One thing that Rafe was sure of; he was no tour guide, or anything of the sort.

Sure, he got himself into trouble; vandalising the principal’s office and destroying school’s properties, but that was it. He didn’t try to include the part where he goes to parties to get high and wake up the next evening with a painful headache, that was more to his personal life and he believed no one in the education system could have the advantage to be mad at him for it. 

“I simply just won’t do it,” Rafe shrugged, sighing against the chair. “Look, why don’t you ask Topper to help this new kid? He’s good in class.” 

“You answered yourself, Mr. Cameron,” the counsellor sighed, placing a file on top of the table lightly. “He’s good at school work, and you’re not. That’s why we’re going with you.” 

So that was the core reason as to why Rafe was waiting impatiently for the arrival of the new student, whom he didn’t even care about to know the gender. All he wanted was to sit at the back of the school and light some joints. 

“Mr. Cameron, this is Ms. (Y/L/N).” 

Rafe took a look at her. He bit the insides of his cheeks, thinking how she didn’t even make an effort to dress properly for her first day in a new schoolz 

An oversized tee and denim shorts. Really? 

“Hi,” she smiled, extending her hands. “I’m (Y/N).” 

“Rafe,” was all he said, before handing her her timetable for the semester. 

She scanned the paper, nodding slightly and pointed at a word. When she realised how Rafe wasn’t listening, she cleared her throat. 

“What?”

“I got Biology with Mr Garcia. Where’s Room 3?” 

Rafe scooted closer next to her, and the smell of strawberry cheesecake wafted into his nostrils. He took a step back, seething. 

Who would even wear a cakey perfume? 

“Uh, that’s like, at the end of the hall?” He answered, but it was more like a question. He looked at the direction he was noting, and nodded again. “Definitely the one at the end of the hall.” 

“You really don’t care, do you?” She asked, crossing her arms. “Where’s my locker?” 

Rafe took another look at her timetable, searching for her locker number. 

372. 

He turned to look at his own locker, finding the number, and letting out an ‘oh’. “Yours just 4 lockers away from mine.” 

“Thanks.” She muttered, and Rafe sighed before fixing the left side of his bag strap dangling from his left shoulder. “Is that it? Can I go?” 

“Not so fast, Rafe,” the counsellor sighed, stopping him by his chest. “You’re supposed to stay with her for the week. Help her get around. And you’re supposed to show her around the school compound now.” 

Rafe looked up to the counsellor with a pained expression and then back to (Y/N), his chest heavy. “Fine. Let’s go. What do you call yourself again?” 

Right before lunch, Rafe stayed over in his class for a few minutes before going out to the hall. He didn’t want to see the new girl, and he didn’t feel like being her assistant anymore. 

But the world wasn’t that fair. 

(Y/N) grinned, walking towards him. “Can you show me the cafeteria?”

“How do you even know my class?” He muttered, keeping a distance between them. The last thing he ever wanted was to let the news of him being with the new girls circulating around the school, or worse, the whole island. 

“My class is directly in front of yours. We parted just now.” 

Of course she would remember that. 

. . . 

A week went by quickly, and before Rafe would know it, he didn’t see (Y/N) anymore, and he was content with it. 

Until her family decided to become neighbours with his. 

“What do you mean the (Y/L/N) bought the house next to us?” He groaned, watching as Rose and Ward prepared to greet themselves to the new family.

The last thing he wanted was to show her around the fucking island like he was some kind of a hotel worker. 

She was in a yellow sundress, and Rafe couldn’t help but notice the way her (H/C) glowed under the sunlight. She looked similar to her mother, both bringing pastries as a way to introduce themselves. 

“Hi, we just moved next door,” Mrs (Y/L/N) said, showing the Camerons her pearly white teeth. Rafe wondered if she ever got them done, because it’s not possible for a human to have such white assets. 

“Hi, welcome to Obx,” Ward gushed, accepting the pastries happily. “Rafe, take the other cake.” 

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of his name, and to Rafe’s amusement, began gritting her teeth. He took the cake with a smirk, happy that he got her all worked up. 

He would definitely have the best time of his life taunting the shit out of this girl. 

. . .

“Hey, wanna ride a boat?” 

“Topper, leave her alone,” Rafe sighed, fixing his cap so it was facing backwards. “She’s not interested.” 

(Y/N) perked up at this invitation, never actually riding a boat alone if it wasn’t during a holiday since she was originally from the city. She walked towards her neighbour’s deck, her skin illuminating the golden sunrays. 

“Sure.” 

Rafe mentally groaned, having to deal with the girl now, but he wasn’t sure if he was angry or jealous. It wasn’t him to be jealous easily, but after a week of becoming her tour guide, he guessed he deserves some kind of a credit from her. Topper didn’t do anything, but she was gladly accepting his invitation. 

Their usual stroll along the stream of the island was not like usual, since the air was now filled with the annoying chatter between (Y/N) and Topper. Rafe could never relate with them, only wanting to relax his mind and sleep it off. 

“So you’re a city girl? That’s great!” 

“Sure Tops,” Rafe wondered, smiling delightly. Anything to get into a girl’s pants. . . 

“You know what, (Y/N)?” He called from the place he was resting, and he waited a few seconds before continuing his speech. “If you’re looking for a boyfriend, Topper’s not the guy. He hasn’t moved on from his ex-girlfriend.” 

Sure, he would get a lot of shit from Topper for saying that, but he was done with the pointless flirting between them. 

“What about you?” 

Rafe opened his eyes, watching her from behind his sunglasses. He shifted his position, “What about me?” 

“Have you moved on from your ex-girlfriend?” 

Has he moved on from Kie? He wasn’t entirely sure. Their relationship was brief, but she was all Rafe had. When she decided to go all full-pogue, he knew there was nothing left of them. 

“I don’t date.” 

“I can see why,” she said, and Rafe swore he heard some kind of mirth behind her tone. 

“Have you?” 

“Moved on from an ex?” 

Rafe nodded, opening his eyes slightly. 

“I guess.” 

“Good for him.” 

“Excuse me?” She gasped, pushing him lightly. “You’re an asshole.” 

She leaned closer onto him, and for a second Rafe thought about letting her in his bubble, but he quickly shoved her away. “Watch it.” 

“I’m just trying to tell you about that fucking fly on your face.” 

“Yeah? Liar.” 

(Y/N) huffed, stomping back to Topper, and Rafe laughed silently. 

1-0.

. . .

Fuck. 

If he would’ve known about the police raid in Topper’s party, he wouldn’t have come to his house at all. But here he was; all pushed up against the metal chair of the police station, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot. 

“We’re taking a urine test, son,” Shoupe said, sighing. “There’s always something wrong with you.”

Rafe thought about (Y/N) suddenly, and how she was probably back home and watching some kind of a rom-com. That’s totally her; all cuddled up with a pink teddy bear probably named ‘Bear-bear’, constantly wiping the tears off her face over the sad breakup scene of a movie. 

Rafe was forced to strip out of his shirt and jeans before entering the small cubicle, and having to go through this same procedure for quite a few times now, he didn’t mind giving a show to the workers. 

He quickly zipped his jeans bag, handing a female worker a cup filled to the end with his urine. He yawned, already knowing the results, so there was no use being nervous about it. 

He was picked up by an angry Ward an hour later. He groaned, getting in the car to prepare himself for the same lecture about his future and how he shouldn’t jeopardise it, but he was shocked when Ward didn’t utter a word at all. 

It was very uncomfortable, but he guessed he was just tired. 

“Good morning.” 

Rafe rubbed his eyes against the bright sunlight, feeling the pain from his head slowly soaring throughout his body. He squinted his eyes at the figure in front of him again, trying to blink the blurriness away. 

“What the fuck?” 

“Your mom told me to call for you,” (Y/N) said, looking away from him. Rafe looked down to his body, seeing his shirtless self, and laughed.

Of fucking course she would be uncomfortable with him being shirtless. 

“She’s not my mom,” he grunted, removing the covers off of him and checking his phone for the time. 

12.43p.m. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, and his eyes turned to her again. “What are you doing here again? Leave.” 

“Waiting for you.” 

“I’ll be downstairs in a few seconds,” he muttered. He didn’t need her to be some kind of maid for him. 

(Y/N) muttered some curse word, hoping that riled him up, but she would be stupid if she thought a random curse word would make him Rafe Cameron angry.

It would take a lot more to raise an expression from Rafe Cameron, and a curse word definitely wouldn’t. 

. . . 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” 

His boat was not working, but he had just filled her up the night before. This was the newest model too, and he couldn’t afford asking Ward to fix his boat again. Not when he was caught with being on drugs from his urine test last week, and the only reason he got out of the trouble was because of Ward again. 

“Is it not working, Rafey?” 

Rafe looked up to the sound. (Y/N) was watching him with a sly grin, shielding her eyes with her hands from the sun like she was some goddamn queen that would melt from the heat. 

“What did you do to my boat?” He groaned, trying to turn the ignition again. 

“What did I do? Come on, why do you always think so bad of me? That’s kinda ru—”

Before she could continue her taunt, Rafe climbed the deck, inching closer towards her and smeling that goddamn cake smell again. 

Hell, he’ll buy her a new perfume to stop breathing in that fucking smell. 

“That’s kinda what?” He whispered. He was so close to her now, and he could hear her breath hitching. He smirked, his heart soaring. 

“You’re kinda dumb for a kook, Rafe,” she sighed. She dangled a familiar key in front of him, and when Rafe took a closer look, he noticed it was the key to his boat. 

She threw the key into the water and Rafe watched it plopped, moving straight towards the deep end. His eyes flared at her again, his chest heaving. 

“Hope you have a spare key.” 

1-1. 

. . .

That should be good, he guessed, for being in a tie with (Y/N). But he doesn’t like someone being in the same league as him, so it must be 2-1. 

And the 2 from him. 

But that was for another day, because Kiara Carrera was in front of him. He fixed his cap so it was facing backwards again, and then putting his hands into his pockets for good measure. 

“Hey,” he greeted her. She smiled at him grimly before looking back at the menu, clearly uninterested. “How’re you?” 

“I’m. . . great,” she breathed. “Why?” 

“Just asking,” he shrugged, “Do you wanna go out for some drinks sometimes? Like the old times?” 

Rafe curled his toes, waiting nervously. 

“Um, I have to check with my parents first,” she replied. “But, Rafe, you know, it’s been. . . a year.” 

“Of course,” he laughed, trying to hide the sudden emotion inside him. “I meant hanging out as a friend.” 

“Of course!” She suddenly exclaimed, “If you would bring (Y/N) with us.” 

“Oh, I don’t-”

“You don’t?” 

“I- fine. I’ll bring her with me. Is tomorrow okay?” He sighed, already foreseeing the future. 

And it’s full of shit. 

“Tomorrow.” 

. . .

“Wow, I am not going to third wheel you and someone, Rafe,” (Y/N) laughed, resting her back against her chair. 

“Please,” Rafe begged, sighing. He didn’t know how much begging he could do anymore, not when he had so many things to do. He took a deep breath again, “I’ll do anything for you back.” 

“Including hooking me up with JJ?” 

“Yes- no. No. What the fuck? Where did you even know this guy?” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowing. He was not going to let her a pull a Kie, though they weren’t dating. 

“He helps mower the lawn.” 

Of course. JJ Maybank would never pass the chance to get some money while checking out girls. 

“I’m not helping you to get together with JJ,” he sighed. “Can we go for a better option? Like Landon? He’s rich.” 

“I’m richer,” she yawned. “Okay. Fine. Topper.” 

“No,” he shook his head. “Not going to happen.” 

If she ever thought about him allowing her to date his best friend, she has to be a lot smarter than that. 

He didn’t know why he wouldn’t allow it. Maybe he was scared of Topper hurting her. 

Or maybe he just couldn’t imagine her with someone else.

“Then we have no deal,” she replied simply, gazing at her newly painted nails. She gazed at Rafe who seemed to be thinking hard from the top of her sunglasses. 

He groaned. “Fine. I’ll help you with Topper. But I’m warning you; he. Has. Not. Moved. On.” 

“Oh, he will.”

. . .

Kie was all up on Rafe.

He didn’t know what had gotten into her, because she was never this. . . strong-willed. 

Kie had her hands placed against Rafe’s chest, kissing him tenderly and sometimes running her fingers through his hair. 

Rafe sucked in a breath, watching as she part. Her mouth formed into a grin, and Rafe couldn’t help but grin back. 

“Wanna do it?” 

Did he? Of course he wanted to “do it”. He had been wanting to do so since forever. He would be crazy to say no to that invitation, and he was definitely sane. 

He looked at (Y/N), who was awkwardly perched up on the sofa, tucking her legs under her and watching some kind of a movie on her phone. Her eyes looked up to Rafe, and she quickly looked away. 

“In one of the rooms?” 

Kie seemed to look around the boat for a while, like he was looking for someone, but there were only two of them. And (Y/N). 

“Fine,” she huffed, and pulled him towards one of the rooms by his wrist. 

Kie pushed him onto the bed, and Rafe wondered how she got this side of her. Throughout their 6 months of dating, she never showed him this, so this was a bit of a shock to him. 

“Hey, hey,” Rafe gripped her wrists, holding her still. “We don’t have to rush.” 

“I want to,” she said, and leaned closer. “I thought you wanted this?” 

They began making out, his hand slipping down her back to grab her ass, only to be met with her vibrating phone in her back pocket. 

“I’ll get it,” he mumbled against the kiss, and pulled her phone out.

A picture of JJ Maybank’s smiling face right next to Kie greeted him, and his name was perched on top of the screen, signalling his call. 

Of course. She never wanted to fuck him. It was always to make someone jealous. That explained the gritted teeth Kie would make when he mentioned JJ earlier. 

He sighed, pushing her away so she ended up by his side. “I gotta go.” 

“Huh?” Kie sat up straight, looking from Rafe to her phone. She saw the caller, cleared her throat, and held up a finger to tell him to wait. 

He should’ve known. 

. . . 

Rafe never liked the annual Obx’s drive-in movie theatre, because he really didn’t get the hype of watching a mainstream movie that he had watched with Wheezie a lot of times before in his car. 

This year, it was way worse; they decided to have some kind of a horror themed drive-in movie theatre, and the best part of all; (Y/N) was going with Topper. 

Rafe groaned for the thousandth time at the rapping of a clown against his car window. He gave the clown his middle finger, telling him ‘watch it, you’re scratching my car’, and moving his attention back to the screen. 

Annabelle had disappeared from the room the two nurses had placed her in, and the volume quietened before booming again when the doll had appeared in the living room, perching on top of the sofa. 

He rolled his eyes, and took a look at (Y/N) and his best friend laying in the back part of his jeep from the rearview window. 

They were cuddling. 

“Fuck off,” he grunted, throwing his hands into the air. A human-sized Annabelle pulled on the shotgun’s door now, and Rafe gave the actor another middle finger before yelling a ‘fuck you’.

“This is ridiculous,” he said to no one in particular. He stepped out of the vehicle, knowing damn well he would be the target of the ghosts now, but he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to step away from all of this and maybe refill his soda. 

He made his way to the back of the lot, getting his money out beforehand. Some type of a wannabe Michael Myers came up, to which he quickly put a hand up to stop him. 

“Don’t. I’m not in the mood.”

Michael Myers seemed to get him, because he left to scare someone else. 

“Refill,” he sighed, giving the worker his cup. “Coke.” 

“You mean like literal coke?” 

Rafe looked behind him, surprised to see a red-faced (Y/N) holding a popcorn bucket. He licked his teeth. “Why? Have you tried it before?” 

(Y/N) went up beside him, muttering about putting more caramel in her popcorn to the worker before looking at him. “You seem mad.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You are.” 

“That’s because you’re all up in my business,” he scoffed. He turned to look at his coke, but the worker was still filling the cup up. 

Good. Did the machine break or something? 

“Where’s the girlfriend?” She asked. She was clearly amused by his sudden tightness, but he quickly softened, as to not rile her up. 

“Where’s the fuckbud- I mean boyfriend? Sorry. It just slipped.” 

(Y/N) nodded, her mouth forming into a grin. “If you’re jealous, you can just say that.” 

“Wait, wait, of what, exactly?” 

She shrugged. 

“Yeah, exactly. No. For all I care, you guys can get married and move to fucking Antartica and have mini (Y/N)s and Christophers running around.” 

The worker placed the newly refilled coke and caramelised popcorn on the counter, and Rafe wondered why she would receive her food at the same time as his when had come here first.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the drink and walking back towards the car. 

(Y/N) jogged to catch up with him, her popcorn bouncing against her chest. “You’re rude, do you know that?” 

“Jesus Christ, we’re still on this?” He mumbled. He was still walking, but he wanted her to catch up so he slowed down. He guessed it would be the perfect ending to his night to taunt her until she’s all worked up. 

“I just can’t think of a reason why you’re acting so fucking rude to me.” 

“Yeah? Think again.” Rafe sipped on his coke, feeling the carbonated drink sloshing down his throat. He felt content, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the coke or from the girl beside him. 

“This is—”

A nurse with a bloody front suddenly appeared before them, using some kind of a spray to maximise the size of the fire from a lighter. (Y/N) screamed, turning away from the heat, and Rafe quickly caught her before she could end up on the floor. 

“Fuck, fucking move,” he yelled to the nurse, who seemed to be satisfied with her work. Rafe turned to (Y/N), trying to check on her state. 

“Yo, yo, you good? Why are you shaking?” 

She was trembling really hard against him. She had her arms around Rafe’s neck, her popcorn splattered on the ground. She jolted when a scream came from the speaker. 

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” he mumbled, helping her walk. She kept her face hidden in the crook of his neck, and Rafe had to try his best to balance both of the girl and the Coke in his hands back to the vehicle.

Topper was no longer in the back seat, perhaps looking for Sarah (Rafe wasn’t a bit surprised at this). He was glad his best friend wasn’t there, because the last thinf he needed was two people freaking out on him. 

“Okay, chill, I got you,” Rafe grunted, placing the Coke in the cup holder before seating the girl beside the driver’s seat. He sighed before climbing into the driver’s seat and locked the door in case some kind of a crazy maniac tried to freak her out again. 

“What’s wrong?” 

She didn’t answer, not that Rafe expected her to. She looked like she was reminded by some kind of memory, but Rafe didn’t want to dwell so much on it. 

If he could, he would reverse his car out of this lot back to their homes, but he was one of the first cars to arrive at the drive-in theatre, so it was impossible to get out. 

He sighed, placing his hands against his lap. “You can tell me, you know.” 

She finally looked up to him, and Rafe’s breath hitched from the sight of her red eyes. He softened. 

Whatever it was with that fire, it had triggered some kind of a memory in her. 

He placed a hand against her lap, but not moving so; just a splat of his hand against her soft skin. He had meant for that as comfort, but he realised how creepy the situation was. He pulled away, clearing his throat. 

So they stayed until the end of the movie, just the two of them, and Rafe was sure she wasn’t even watching the remaining parts of the movie. He pretended to watch, but he was really just staring at her the whole time. 

Will she ever let her hair down like this again? Because he liked it. 

When the movie ended and the cars were starting to move, Rafe slowly reversed the car so as to not shake her awake. But she was a light sleeper, and she woke up as soon as he hit the brakes. 

She rubbed her eyes, “Where are we going?” 

“Home,” he answered. “You’re okay?” 

She didn’t answer, and Rafe knew she wasn’t.

. . .

Two weeks after the incident, they never spoke of it again. 

Rafe tried to get an answer out, but to no avail. He didn’t get why he was trying his best to help her, because he, too, needed help. 

“Nah. I won’t invite her. If you want (Y/N) to come, then you’ll have to invite her yourself.” 

Wheezie’s shoulders slumped, “But you’re close to her!”

“I’m not, and she hates my guts,” Rafe replied honestly. Because that was the truth, right? She didn’t even want to tell him about why she was so scared of fire. 

“Invite me to what?” 

“(Y/N)!” Wheezie ran to hug her, to which (Y/N) laughed before patting her on the crown of her head. “Tell her, Rafe!” 

Is she fucking serious? 

“Tell me what?” (Y/N) looked up to Rafe strangely. 

“Wheezie wants to have a movie night, and she wants you to watch with us.” Rafe sighed, hating how he couldn’t just ignore Wheezie. She was definitely Rafe’s favourite, being so close to her brother ever since she was born. 

“Oh, is that true?” She smiled, looking at Wheezie. “Should I come and wear my best pajamas?” 

“You’re not sleeping over, your house is literally 5 minutes away. 2 if you run.” Rafe rolled his eyes. He went up to the counter to pick up a sandwich before biting into it, tasting the creamy eggs and ham. He licked his lips. 

“She can sleep with Sarah, right, (Y/N)?” 

“If she wants me too. . .” 

Rafe rolled his eyes again, “Sarah won’t be with us for tonight’s movie night. She’s starting to hang out with the pogues.” 

“Why are you so against the pogues?” (Y/N) asked, when Wheezie left to write a reminder of tonight’s event in her diary. 

“Why can’t you just shut your mouth?” He sighed. “It’s all bla bla bla bla. Can’t you see you’ll be happier without having to open your mouth every few seconds?” 

(Y/N) bit her lips, and for a second, Rafe had to look away from the look she was giving him. 

Shit. Why was he even looking away? 

She turned to go away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist. She groaned, turning her attention back to him. “What?” 

“You still haven’t told me about the night of the drive-in theatre.” 

“Good,” was all she said, before she went back by the sliding door to her home. 

. . .

“Rafe would be mad if he saw me watching this.” 

“It’s rom-com! And it’s totally PG-13. Trust me on this, okay? Anne Hathaway, yeah, that girl, yes, she’s going to get prettier throughout the movie.” (Y/N) smiled, popping popcorn into her mouth. 

Wheezie sighed, placing her head against (Y/N)’s shoulders and yawned. “Like what? Princess Diaries?” 

“Yes, but this is The Devil Wears Prada. You’ll love it!” 

A beam of light filled the mini movie theatre of The Camerons, signalling the late arrival of Rafe Cameron. He brought two chocolate bars, a Coke (again) and some chicken nuggets. 

“Move,” he said, motioning to Wheezie. 

“There are more seats around here!” Wheezie hissed, crossing her arms. “I’m not leaving (Y/N).” 

“You’re not leaving her, silly, you’re just scooting more to the right.” 

“What’s in it for me?” She raised a brow. 

“Nuggets?” 

She scooted to the side, giving more space for Rafe to place himself beside an annoyed (Y/N). 

Out of all 7 medium-sized sofas in the theatre, he decided to pick the one the two girls were sitting on. 

Rafe handed Wheezie the plate full of chicken nuggets, looking at (Y/N) before watching the screen. He groaned, “What’s this? Trash?” 

“A masterpiece, so shut up,” (Y/N) replied. Rafe huffed, amused, and unwrapped the chocolate bar. 

“Want some?” 

“No.” 

“Come on,” he cooed, placing the chocolate before her eyes. She grunted, pushing his hands away. 

Rafe took that as his final warning. He didn’t want to annoy her even more, knowing that she will probably not talk to him anymore. He decided to wait until half an hour later, just to taunt her again. 

“I’m going to get more popcorn,” Wheezie suddenly said after an hour into the movie. She excused herself to the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone. 

(Y/N) sighed. Great, just like how she wanted. 

“What do you want from me?” Anne Hathaway’s voice blared from the speaker, and Rafe looked at (Y/N). 

“What do you want from me?” He asked, repeating the dialogue. (Y/N) watched him from the corners of her eyes, not getting any delight from this. 

“For you to shut up.” 

“Really? That’s boring,” he sighed. “Do you want to know what I want from you?” 

“Sure.” 

“I’m thinking of a few things. Maybe you, on my lap.” 

(Y/N)’s breath hitched, but she tried her best not to look disturb. She shifted in her seating position. 

Rafe leaned closer, feeling her heat. “Your turn.” 

You know what? Fuck it.

(Y/N) turned to look at him fully in his face, leaning even closer that a part of her was practically on top of him. “Do you know what I think of you, Rafe?” 

His eyes dropped to her lips, and he swore his heartbeat quit beating. 

“I think about you, Rafe,” she whispered. “All pressed up against me in my bed, whim-”

“More popcorn!” 

(Y/N) returned to her previous position, bewildered. She fixed her hair, and her eyes were back to the screen. 

If Wheezie were to hang out with a pogue right now, Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck. 

“Well, the ending’s shitty,” Rafe exclaimed, clapping his hands. He watched as the end credits rolled, and took a look at Wheezie. 

He nudged her, sighing. “Wake up, Wheeze. Go to your room.” 

She groaned, searching for her fallen glasses. Rafe helped her to put them on, and gave her another poke. 

“I want to watch the movie.”

“The movie’s finished. It’s time to sleep. Go.” 

Wheezie groaned, muttering how it’s not fair that her brother could stay up with (Y/N) to watch more movies, but she guessed she was too tired for another round of movie anyways. 

“What’s the next pick?” 

“Horror.” 

“Nah.” 

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re going to freak out on me again.” 

“I won’t,” she assured him. “Let’s go with Hereditary.” 

Rafe’s fingers and (Y/N)’s were almost touching. He was still bothered by her comment before Wheezie came barging in, and he was still desperate to hear her reply. 

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?” 

“What were you trying to say?”

(Y/N) stopped watching, and looked at him. “What?” 

“About you thinking of me.” 

She blushed. “Nah.” 

“Come on,” he nudged. When she didn’t move, he tried placing his hand against her thigh. 

(Y/N) stood up suddenly, and for a second, Rafe thought he had fucked up. He watched as she went to the door, locked it, and went back to their place. 

“You locked the door.” 

“Yeah.” 

Rafe licked his lips, smirking slightly. “Ah, I see the game you’re playing.” 

“What game?” She raised a brow, only turning to the screen when a scream blared from the speaker.

“Hey, look at me.” Rafe tugged on her chin, forcing her to look at him, and his eyes actually looked into hers. He noticed the (E/C) colour of her eyes now, and he swore he had never looked at something more appealing. “Tell me.” 

She stayed quiet, not moving a muscle. 

Rafe sighed, getting impatient. He leaned closer now, this time his lips merely an inch away from her cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating from her. 

“Tell me, baby.” 

“You getting all close to me isn’t helping, Cameron,” she sighed, laying her head against the sofa. 

“Still playing hard to get?” 

“I’m not playing anything.” 

Rafe slowly placed a kiss against her temple before trailing down to her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, and Rafe smiled. 

“Still playing?” 

She nodded. 

Rafe’s lips touched hers by a bit, and she let out a moan she had been trying her very best to contain. Rafe chuckled, pulling away. 

“Still playing?”

“Shut up.” 

“That’s a yes? Or a no?”

“That’s a fuck you.” 

“Oh,” Rafe smiled. “Thought you never asked.” 

His kiss was gentle. So soft, and (Y/N) had never felt something like that before. The kiss deepened when she let out a soft moan, riling Rafe even more. 

He pulled her up onto his chest, letting her hands rest against his chest before pulling her away. Her lips were red, and there was a string of their saliva hanging from both of their lips. 

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” 

“You.” 

“Huh?” 

“You.” 

He smiled, tugging on her shirt. “Off.” 

She wasted no time to remove her shirt, exposing her new black bra she ordered online a few days before. Rafe sat back, his eyes dark. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

He kissed her neck, trailing down to her collar bones before stopping directly on her chest. His fingers fiddled with the bra clip, being so used with this already, and removed the piece of clothing with ease. 

(Y/N) instinctively covered her chest, her chest heaving. 

Rafe looked up to her, his eyes softening. “What’s wrong?” 

“Am not comfortable.” 

“Oh, that’s alright, we don’t have to do—”

“No, Rafe, I want this. I just don’t think I’m perfect enough for you.” 

Rafe let out a breath, placing a soft kiss against her stomach. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back. He guided her hands away, exposing her perky breast to the entire theatre to see. 

Rafe was glad he was the only guy present. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” 

“Shut up.” 

He looked up into her eyes, wetting his lips. “I’ll do anything to fuck you right now.” 

(Y/N) grinded against him, causing a groan to escape from his throat. He held her waist in place, not wanting to trigger his release. 

“Do it,” she whispered. 

The movie became a background noise as he fumbled with her shorts, grunting when he couldn’t figure out the knot. 

He positioned himself before her, and looked up into her eyes again. Her chest was heaving, and she looked nervous. 

“You’re okay?”

“I’m a virgin.” 

Oh fuck. 

Why would she even say that? He couldn’t even contain himself anymore. 

He pushed himself into her, letting her get used to the feeling. He waited for her nod, signaling that she was okay and hadn’t changed her mind, and thrusted into her again. 

His hands stayed around her waist to guide her, watching as her mouth slightly parted as he deepened inside her. She bit her lips, her nails clawing onto his shoulders. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his own forehead clammy. He didn’t notice her hands that had left his shoulder. She cupped his face, placing wet kisses against his cheeks. 

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whimpered, allowing her hands to guide his. She placed them around her breast as she rode him, and Rafe had never felt better. 

If he has to taunt and annoy her more to get into this level again, he’ll do it again. Without any hesitation.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck,” he groaned. He gave her another longing kiss, looking down to where their bodies connect, and moaned loudly. 

Just before he reached his end, he pulled her away, not wanting to plant himself into her. (Y/N) tried to wrap her fingers around his penis to which Rafe jerked at for  being so sensitive. He pulled her hands away, his chest heaving. 

“Don’t,” he grunted. His load shot out of his member, wetting the sofa underneath them, and Rafe quickly slapped his shaft against her core to get her to reach her end. 

“Rafe, I-”

“Let it,” he whispered, watching as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Let go, baby.” 

She trembled slightly, finally reaching her high, and collapsed on top of the heaving boy. Rafe stroked her hair, pulling her into a lying position, and planted another soft kiss against the back of her head. 

“The movie’s still on.” 

“Watch the next part, it’s amazing,” Rafe whispered, still holding her close. They were both naked, still coming down from their highs, but Rafe had never felt better. 

(Y/N) turned to look at him. “You’re still an asshole.” 

He placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Your asshole.” 

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You stared at your dress in the mirror, three hangers from the left tucked between an Oscar de la Renta you’d gotten to take home after a photoshoot last fall and a leather jacket you’d been gifted from a brand you couldn’t remember.

Now it clung to your form, saved from the mess of clothes you’d thrown into the closet after living out of suitcases for your first three weeks in London.

Was this a date? No.

Aside from the almost 20 year age difference and the fact you’d literally never met, you spent most of the day coming up with plenty of other reasons why this was not a date and certainly just a friendly drink you were grabbing with another person in show business.

But why were you even thinking along those lines? Sure--maybe over the last few months you’d started to see him in a different light through interviews and episodes of his new show. Maybe a few texts from your friend back home had amped you up a little bit and now, sitting in the back of a car that drove you towards Notting Hill, you desperately tried to swallow the butterflies that fluttered beneath your ribcage and made you feel incredibly, horribly stupid.

You offered a pleasant smile to the driver and hopped out when the car slowed to a stop that evening, unsure if the dress was too much or if your earrings were too much or if the fact that you’d paired them with white tennis shoes to dress the whole ensemble down was too much.

Did you look too young? Would he greet you like you were his long-lost niece or the daughter of his oldest friend? You weren’t either of those things to him, but you felt confident that if you were running through the age-based options of what this would feel like, it had at least crossed his mind.

The bar was quiet when you pushed the door open, dim lighting, velvet-lined booths along the left wall and you scanned the room. For fuck’s sake, did he stand you up?

Two bartenders behind the counter and a few other groups finishing dinner. A couple to your left seemed cozy over red wine and a somewhat boisterous group of friends let out yips of laughter across the room.

You were anything but unfamiliar with the time he’d chosen: late enough that most people were finishing dinner but early enough that you could easily brush it off as we ran into each other here! should tabloids or tweets pick up on the events of your Thursday night.

A time in the evening that could be one of two things: a date, and absolutely, positively, not a date.

You were about to head for the bathroom, send your assistant a text to ask where the fuck is he? What the fuck do I do? But when you pushed your purse up your shoulder, he turned around at the bar, both hands around a glass of something.

He smiled, you took a few steps forward and reminded yourself: Networking. A casual drink. You’re both in London. No need for a nervous flutter of your heart. Your manager probably would have killed you if you didn’t at least meet him.

He opened his arms in greeting and let out a laugh that somehow acknowledged the uncertainty between you. “Hey, hi--thanks for having a drink.”

“Of course,” you smiled, giving him a brief hug before settling onto the stool beside him. “Thanks for reaching out.”

He smiled, “we’re both American, so we don’t have to do the cheek-kiss thing, right?”

“Right, I think we get a free pass,” you nodded. “It can be pretty intimate and overwhelming when you have to do it with strangers.”

A wave of relief washed over his features when he let out a laugh. “I’ve been trying to tell people that, but they think I’m just an asshole American when I say it, so--this is a nice change of pace.”

“How long have you been here?” You shrugged out of your jacket.

“At the bar or in London?”

“In London,” you laughed, “but I hope you weren’t waiting too long for me.”

“No, no,” he waved you off. “I live a short walk--” he motioned with his hands and towards the door you’d just entered, “--up and around, so I just got my drink before you came in.”

“Got it,” you nodded. “And in London?”

“Since early February, until about June, probably. That’s the plan. What about you? You’re here for--”

“Another six weeks, give or take. Yeah, I’ve been writing with some friends of mine who live here and working on recording new stuff,” you explained, a small smile when you brought your eyes up to meet his. “Glad our time overlapped.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, keeping eye contact for a second when he smiled, hands still wrapped around his drink. “Can’t believe we’ve never really met before.”

Now you were close enough to tell it was scotch or whiskey or something dark like that. You couldn’t remember which ice cube shape went with what.

“We’ve definitely been at the same parties or events--”

“For sure,” he agreed. “But never actually got to say hi or tell you what a fan I am. My daughter loves your movies, knows almost every word to Should Have. Which, I’ll admit, sounds kind of funny when a five-year-old is singing it.”

You laughed at the thought of a little girl, pigtails or a cute dress sitting in the back of his car, mumbling along to the words of your biggest song to date. “I apologize in advance to her first crush.”

“You should, yeah--he’ll get an earful if he ever fucks up,” he looked down to the counter and at your empty hands. “You need a drink, though--what do you want?”

You let out an uncertain sigh and looked at the liquor behind the bar. When you did, you felt his eyes linger on your face for a second, pulled away only by the appearance of a bartender he seemed to know quite well.

“Whatever she wants, Marty, on my tab.”

“You don’t have to,” you looked over at him.

The worst part of any not date, networking drinks or dinner, work chat, whatever this was. An awkward dance you found yourself doing with anyone else whose name landed in headlines like private jets at Teterboro. Did you pay? Did he? Who’s net worth was more? Did it matter? Who asked who to get together? Did it matter?

“I don’t have to,” he agreed, a slight nod when he looked at you again. “I’d like to, though.”

The bartender looked at you expectantly, eyebrows raised until you said: “A manhattan, please.”

“How’s filming going?” You asked once you were left alone again--impressed by his choice to sit at the bar rather than a table hidden in the back.

London had always been quieter than New York or LA, though. This neighborhood seemed tucked away in the suburbs and hidden behind brownstones and boutiques.

He angled himself towards you a bit. “It’s good, yeah. We’re about half way through the new season, everyone’s really excited about it and we’re having a great time making it so I can’t complain.”

“The show’s really good,” you confessed. “My brother watched it before I did and he pretty much demanded I at least give it a shot.”

“Give it a shot,” he repeated your words with wide eyes and a smile, his tone quickly became teasing. “Were you able to stomach it? The mediocrity of it wasn’t too much?”

“That’s not what I meant--” you laughed.

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” he held his hands up and grinned. “Every show has its critics. My humor can be stupid--might not be your cup of tea.”

“I think you mean cuppa,” you challenged.

“Yes,” he held up a finger, catching his own slip. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

“No, I love the show,” you said honestly, more serious now when the bartender delivered your drink atop a paper napkin--the same logo etched in the window in blank ink. “Watched all of season one basically in one sitting.”

He raised his and clinked it against the side of yours before he said: “Last night, right? Had to do your homework before we met?”

“Crash course,” you joked. “Stayed up all night and almost fell asleep during the finale.”

He sipped his drink and nodded curiously.

“No,” you shook your head. “I think I watched it in the fall, then immediately learned that a second season was coming so I knew I was committed at that point.”

“Well, don’t expect to get any spoilers from me. I’ve been sworn to absolute secrecy and my friends who wrote it with me would probably have me murdered, so, unless you want my blood on your hands--”

“Aren’t you in charge? Did you swear yourself to secrecy?”

“I’m partially in charge,” he shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “A lot of other people call the shots too. I make sure to show up on time and say what I’m supposed to say.”

You nodded, watched him as you took another sip.

So maybe you’d only been partially honest so far. You didn’t watch the show last night, and you had devoured it rather quickly last fall after a few text messages from your brother.

But you did stay up late last night reading an interview he did with GQ and after that, you found yourself three videos in on youtube of his funniest sketches from Saturday Night Live. Then an over-the-ocean FaceTime call with your friend back home to process the questions and concerns that took flight.

Is it weird if I’m kind of into him? Why would he want to have drinks with me? There’s no way it’s anything but a networking thing if his assistant texted my assistant.

“I didn’t ask for any spoilers, for the record. You’re the one who brought up spoilers.”

He tilted his head to the side and let out a small laugh. “Because I know if you asked I would have a hard time saying no.”

A beat of silence before you pulled your eyes away and tried to take a deep breath without him noticing.

“Well then I’ll do my best to not put you in that position,” you said, giving up and letting your eyes trail back to his.

Again, he watched you for a moment, eyes on your face like he had just as many questions as you did. But then he cleared his throat, looked over to the bartender and sipped his drink.

“Where are you staying? I hope this wasn’t too far of a trip.”

“No,” you reassured with a shake of your head. “I’m renting in Fulham, so it was an easy drive--aside from the whole left side of the road thing. I always forget and then remember to switch sides.”

His eyes went wide and your cheeks felt tingly when you smiled, “I’m joking! A driver brought me--I don’t--I’m not driving on the wrong side of the road in London!”

“Wow, good, yeah, that’s great that you’re not mowing over children or old ladies out of sheer ignorance.”

“You know us Americans,” you rolled your eyes, before you both spoke at the same time: “Ignorant.”

Another pause, you smiled.

“Do you like it here?”

“I do,” you told him. “It’s not New York. I think that’ll always feel like home, but--”

This piqued his interest. “Where do you live in New York?”

“Tribeca. Far enough away from the madness but close enough at the same time.”

“My ex and I had a place in Brooklyn.” He told you, “still have it, but, you know, don’t live there together anymore.”

“That’s how it works for most people when they break up,” you nodded and tried to hide your teasing smile.

“You mean you don’t live with your ex-boyfriend? That kid from that movie--what’s that line he says? I’ll never forget you as long as I live, but I’ll be damned if--”

You pretended to shutter at the mention of him. A quick fling, a few months last fall that led to plenty of TMZ articles and turned out to be a waste of time.

“Thank God I don’t live with him,” you cut him off and laughed. “We, uh, yeah--just didn’t work.”

He smiled but then it faded into a thoughtful nod, took another sip of what you were now convinced was whiskey. “I can relate,” he admitted. “But hey, everything comes to an end eventually and when one door closes, another one opens. That’s what people say at least.”

You smiled at his sentiment. “In Hollywood it sometimes feels like a revolving door.”

“Jesus,” he pulled his head back and looked you up and down. “That was deep--we’re only one drink in! Save the philosophy for--I don’t know--at least the second.”

Heat rose to your face at the thought of another drink, more time to sit here and steal glances his way and wonder what on earth was going through his head when he did the same.

“The night is young,” you raised your glass to cheers him again. He smiled and agreed, the night is young.

By the end of your second drink most of the other diners or drinkers had gone home. Your chin was in your hand when you took the last sip and told him: “I’ve had Manhattans at other pubs, one near my apartment is okay, but this is good.”

“Mmm,” he nodded, putting his credit card back into his wallet after the bartender closed him out. “You haven’t had mine.”

“Yours? You make a good Manhattan?”

“I’ll ignore the shock in your voice and not take it as an insult,” he let out a laugh but eyed you warily.

You rolled your eyes at him and smirked. “No--I just--I’ve never tried to make one.”

“It’s easy, you just need the right stuff.”

“And you always keep those things on hand?”

“I like to keep a well stocked bar,” he shrugged. “My place is only a few blocks away, you’re welcome to come see for yourself how easy it is to make.”

“Yeah?” You asked, a smile that mirrored his when you reached to tug on your jacket.

“Yeah--and, for the record,” he lowered his voice and seemed more serious. “I’ve never seen any paparazzi around here, either. So, you won’t have to worry about that.”

You offered a gracious smile and fell into step with him. “I wasn’t worried.”

“No?” He held the door open for you to walk into the cool evening.

“Should I be worried?” You eyed him over your shoulder.

“No, I mean--I don’t think so,” he shoved his hands into his pockets. The buds of leaves were visible in the spring air, even under the cloak of night. “Just, you know. Rumor mills do their thing and we’ve never met before and--I’m significantly older than you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, you weren’t going to be the one to go there.

All you could manage after you averted your gaze: “Is that a bad thing?”

He laughed, did that thing where he watched you for a second before looking down to the sidewalk. “You’ve got a lot of questions, don’t you?”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Well if you’re significantly older than me, shouldn’t you be significantly wiser, too?”

You tried to keep your lips in a thin line, tried not to laugh at your own joke but when a smirk broke loose on his face, you couldn’t help but grin.

“That was low,” he nodded, stopped dead in his tracks and shook his head at you. “Are you implying that you’re young and naive?”

You kept walking, turned and stepped over cracks in the pavement backwards as you laughed. “No! You’re the one who brought age into this.”

He rolled his eyes playfully and picked up his pace to catch up to you. “Just acknowledging the elephant in the room.”

That put you into your thoughts. Why would age matter if this was just friendly drinks? Why would he invite you back to his place if he viewed you as some kid, some 28-year-old girl who makes music his daughter likes?

“Sounds like you think it’s a bad thing,” you said simply, a metaphorical leap of faith as you turned left onto his street.

“I just think it’s a fact that could easily become a topic of conversation,” he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

You nodded, let out a breath when he fished for his keys in his pocket.

“Facts are just facts,” he pulled them out and selected the one that would provide entry. “Not good, not bad. Just facts.

“Now you dabble in poetry, too?”

He smiled at your joke but pushed the door open, held it there while you crossed under his arm and into the dark foyer of a townhouse.

He flicked on a light switch and dropped his keys on a console table nearby. “One Manhattan, coming right up.”

You hung your coat up on a rack in the corner when he disappeared further into the house. Art on the walls, books on shelves--a house that you were sure he rented for the months he’d be here, a home away from home that suddenly felt intriguing and mysterious as you wandered to find him.

He was bent over behind a bar in the corner, pulled out the vermouth along with two glasses.

You waited a second, watched as he poured the bourbon into the mixer.

“Why’d you ask me to have drinks?”

He looked up at you briefly, repeating your question. “Why’d I ask you to have drinks?”

You nodded, he uncapped the bitters and shrugged.

“Figured it’d be nice to not have to greet someone with a cheek-kiss for once,” he smirked.

You raised your brows in anticipation, silently challenging him to answer the question truthfully instead of hiding behind comedy.

He shook the mixer, looked up and shrugged. “One second,” he feigned guilt. “I can’t hear you over the shaking.”

An eye roll from the middle of his living room before he uncapped it, poured the drink into two glasses and then garnished them with cherries.

“Okay,” he picked them up and walked over to the couch in the center of the room. You came to join him on the opposite end and he asked: “You want to know why I asked you to get a drink?”

“I want to know why you asked your assistant to ask my assistant to ask me to get a drink,” you clarified.

“Oh, right, that’s how it happened,” he nodded sarcastically as if he’d forgotten. “Uh, let’s see.”

You took a sip and kept your eyes on him, waiting for an answer.

“I asked you to get a drink because I think you’re incredibly talented and I’ve always been a fan--and I think it was a shame that we didn’t meet until tonight--” he said this as an aside when he glanced up to you. “But I also heard you were in London and I guess I’ve always been curious about you.”

You nodded, taking in his words.

“In a totally not weird way,” he clarified.

“Right, of course,” you smiled.

Now he sipped his drink and turned the question around. “Why did you say yes to me asking my assistant to ask your assistant to ask you to get a drink?”

You smiled and set your drink on the coffee table in front of you. The conversation had become a sort of verbal chess game, a poker-faced exchange that was both carefully planned and executed.

“I said yes because I think you’re hilarious and I’ve always been a fan,” you borrowed his words, a nervous inhale in preparation to show your hand. “And because when I watched the show I thought you were clever and cute and--I guess I was also curious.”

He let out a hum in thought, let his elbows rest on his knees for a second. “I see what you did there, sneaking in ‘cute’ right in the middle so maybe it’d get lost or I wouldn’t notice.”

You nodded, leaned back on the couch and let your lips twist into a smile again. “Right, my hope was that if it was weird for me to say that, you would have just ignored it and not actually point it out like you just did.”

“Ah, got it, I see,” he nodded, playing it cool. “I don’t think it was weird. I almost said the same thing about you but didn’t know if that would be creepy--you know, seeing as I’m both older and wiser,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

You stifled a laugh, kept his eye contact while he took another sip. You hoped to lock in the moments, the taste of the cocktail and the warmth in the room on a cool night, the heat on your cheeks when he looked at you and the shiver down your spine at the tug-of-war you both seemed to be playing.

“Those aren’t insults unless you take them that way,” you crossed one leg over the other and retrieved your drink.

“That’s a life lesson,” he nodded, repeating your words mindfully. “It’s not an insult unless you take it that way.”

“I thought we weren’t getting philosophical tonight--”

“Well, yeah, at the bar during the first drink,” he looked up to you with wide eyes and let out a quick laugh. “You wasted no time going there. This is drink three,” he held it up before taking a sip. “A lot of things change once you get to drink three.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one, you can get philosophical. That’s fair game now.”

“Okay,” you smiled.

He stood and headed for a stereo on the far side of the room, looking over his shoulder briefly to see you. “It’s also apparently the level at which you felt comfortable admitting you’re attracted to me.”

He pressed a button and suddenly the room filled with music. You looked at him through narrow eyes. “I don’t remember that.”

“No?” He tilted his head to the side. “It was just a second ago. You were kind of shy about it--I thought it was cute.”

You watched him walk back to the couch.

“Is this smooth jazz?”

“Does it age me?”

You laughed, “I’d be more weirded out if you put on Doja Cat, to be honest.”

“Well she’s actually up next, so--”

“What playlist did you choose?”

“Oh, you know, the playlist I usually choose when I bring a girl home.”

“So you do this often?”

“Bring my date home?” He asked, watching you with intrigue to see what kind of reaction he’d get.

Your heartbeat picked up, “this was a date?”

He shrugged, leaned back and brought his glass up to his lips as he kept his demeanor calm. “I think that’s up to you.”

“You’re the one who asked me to get a drink!”

“I didn’t know what it would be when I asked you,” he admitted, a smile on his face. “Do you not want it to be a date?”

“I just didn’t know if that’s what this was--didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

“I think the third drink is also where it becomes a date a lot of the time, to be fair.”

“Is it?” You flirted.

“In all of the third drinks I’ve had,” he let out a sigh, “that’s where something changes if it’s going to change. But I feel like something changed for us during the second, if we’re being honest.”

You hummed in thought, unable to disagree but afraid to say more. You didn’t want to come off too eager or excited and you certainly didn’t want to let him know how many times your stomach had flipped just sitting across from him on a couch.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you said simply.

“For all of your future dates?”

“Exactly.”

He watched as you tilted the glass back and finished what was left. You knew what you had to do: get your coat, get your purse, and leave him wanting more. So much of you wanted to walk over and plant yourself on top of him, make him squirm for your touch or beg to feel your skin.

But it was Thursday and it was late and you weren’t the type of girl to leave nothing to the imagination.

Maybe he knew the move, maybe he knew exactly what game you were playing, because he didn’t seem fazed when you stood and put the glass on the coffee table.

He sat, let his eyes trail up your body, and tilted his head as he waited for you to say it.

“I should go.”

He let out a slow breath, stood, and motioned for the door.

Your heart beat with every step, mouth dry from the desire that coursed through you when you plucked your coat from the rack where you’d left it.

He leaned against the doorway to the foyer, watched as you slipped each arm inside to brace for the night air. Once your purse was on your shoulder, he moved to the front door.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he bargained. “You can keep telling yourself this wasn’t a date if you let me take you on a real date.”

“A real date?”

“Well something about tonight clearly didn’t meet your standards,” he motioned back towards the living room. “Maybe it was the smooth jazz.”

“It was more the fact that I had no clue you wanted it to be a date until just now.”

“Just now?”

You nodded, fought a smirk when he sighed.

“I thought asking you back to my place made it obvious.”

“Asking me back to your place and then having sex with me would have made it obvious,” you told him.

“Chivalry fucks me again,” he joked.

“Have a good night, Jason.”

He nodded, one last look when you stepped out into the night. “You too, Y/N.”

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AN: HAHAHA okay. As I've said, this was just for fun and I have no clue if i'll continue it (though give me more wine and i might), it was just a fun to explore writing someone other than harry. BUT, would love to know what people think!!!! Dedicating this one to @daylightlasso for all the encouragement!!!

#what have i gotten myself into #lmao #i had three glasses of red wine and wrote this in a fever dream #jason sudeikis #jason sudeikis blurb #idkthisisjustforfanfic

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Guys My Age - PT.1

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x Miller!Reader Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: After four years away, you return home to realise that maybe everything you’ve been looking for was right in front of you all along.

Warnings: Mention of depression, Slow burn - no smut yet but it will eventually be horrifically filthy 18+ only pls gang, LEGAL Age Gap. 

Note: This bad bois been worming its way to the surface for a while now, hope you enjoy! 💕 I apologise in advance for the slow burn.

⇢MASTERLIST

Life was strange sometimes.

Here you were, back in the hometown you’d sworn never to return to after four years away, flanked by your older brother Benny. 

Two thirds of the Miller gang back together, reunited or at least you had been.

“I’ma get us a table, you order the drinks.” Ben muttered distractedly whilst scouting out potential tables.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be destitute, the least you could do is get the first round in.” The sad thing is, you’re only half joking. He rolled his eyes at your expense, before handing you his credit card and continued on his journey to get a table, presumably with a great view of the blonde woman he’d spotted upon entry to the bar. Benny was predictable if nothing else, it was part of his charm. 

So, you pushed your way forward through the throng of warm bodies, Friday night at Flanagans was a nightmare but you had agreed to be sociable as Santiago was in town, so you’d made the sacrifice and took a night off from your crushing depression to don a nice t-shirt and apply makeup for the first time in the two weeks since moving into Will’s back room.

You smiled what you hoped was a somewhat friendly lift of your lips at the bartender and ordered two beers, as you were waiting you heard the familiar call of Santiago Garcia - the man who you’d spent your teen years obsessed with. 

He was gorgeous inside and out, though your crush had morphed into something a lot more wholesome and you had a genuine platonic love for the man, as an extension of your brothers.

“How have you been, guapa? God, long time no see!” He all but cried, clearly already a couple of beers in as wrapped you in a strong hug, pulling you onto your tiptoes. He wasn’t lying, you hadn’t seen Santiago in two maybe three years ago now. 

Time had gotten away from you and your visits had become less and less frequent, especially with the boys being deployed, you couldn’t say you were happy to be back, but it was certainly nice to see them all again.

“I know, damn, you got old!” You chuckle as his face straightens out in feigned hurt. “Like fine wine, Santi, Fine wine!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stop flirting, you two.” Will grumbles as he slides through the crowd to lean on the bar beside you, lifting three fingers up to the bartender who had already placed the pints of beer before you. 

“Where have you been?” You question raising an eyebrow “I’ve been back at least two weeks.”

“I’ve been in Australia for a little while, it's nothing serious but-”

“Pope’s got a girlfriend now, Squirt.” The low voice is a new one, but only one person used to call you that awful nickname. 

You turn to see Francisco Morales behind you, his eyes are older than the rest of him but still irrevocably kind and he has an easy smile painted on his lips. You can’t quite remember him being this handsome as your eyes drink him in, perhaps you’d been blinded by the effortless beauty of Santiago as a teen but my god, Catfish had almost floored you. 

“Frankie!” You smile - all teeth, trying somewhat successfully for an air of normalcy despite your brain processing the change that five years has had on your taste in men and pulling him in for his own hug. 

You tried to stop yourself, you honestly did but as you breathed in, the smell of him overtook you, the spicy scent of cinnamon and sweet vanilla; the man somehow smelled like a goddamn cupcake and you had the biggest sweet tooth. 

Locking your inner sex offender deep down inside a box so as to not assault the man you’d held in a hug for what was becoming longer than appropriate, you pulled away. 

“A girlfriend?” You question, your brain scrambling for something to talk about other than those brown eyes. You can’t help the smirk that sneaks its way across your lips as you tease the man before you. “Santiago Garcia, have you gone soft on me in your old age?”

He huffs as he grabs his beer. “Fuck off, baby Miller.” 

The three of you chortle in response to his defeated tone as he walks towards the table Ben has secured. Will grabs at his wallet, hand coming out to stop you in confusion when you hold out a card to pay. 

You shake your head and shrug. “Ben’s treat.” 

That kills any argument on his tongue as he picks up his drink and follows Santi’s lead. You can’t help but chuckle at your brothers, you had missed them both so much. 

You’re very quickly aware of Frankie lingering to your left, waiting for you to finish paying, ever the gentleman. 

You turn to him as the machine processes the transaction. 

“Your-”

“How-” You both chuckle, the two of you have always been the quiet ones of the group, more observant with witty one liners thrown in than the loud mouths currently chatting at your table. 

It seems years apart haven’t helped either of your awkwardness.

“You go…” You dismiss with a quick laugh when he waits for you to speak.

“I was just gonna say, it's nice to have you back!” He shrugged before gesturing to side of him “After you,” 

Frankie creates a barrier with his body for your fellow thirsty patrons who want your spot at the bar. You pick up yours and Bens drinks and turn to find the guys. 

Frankie’s hand finds your lower back as he guides you through, its innocuous enough, hell if you hadn’t been drooling over the man minutes before you wouldn’t have given it so much as a second thought, but that palm guarding you from the brunt of the crowd was like molten lava slowly burning your flesh. 

“W-Well, it’s good to be back! I’m not going anywhere in a hurry!” You pretty much shout over the deafening ambient chatter around you. His low voice is in your ear when he replies, you force yourself not to close the distance and push your spine into his chest, Frankie isn’t like that; Hell, he has a girlfriend and baby at home.

He’s just being friendly - he’s known you since you were seventeen. 

“You miss your friends back home?”

“They’re not my friends. None of those assholes let me sleep on their goddamn sofas.” Trying to break the tension only you seemed to be feeling with a joke, it seems to work as he chortles.

“Well you’re more than welcome to my sofa if Will ever gets too much, Squirt.” You couldn’t explain the things that this man saying the word squirt to you was doing. No matter the context, even if it was because you squirted slurpee from your nose when laughing too hard when you were a teenager. 

“I may hold you to that - he bit my head off the other day because I didn’t wash a glass the second I used it, I swear-” You’re cut off when you find the booth rather quickly, the raucous laughter from the rangers acting as a siren call.  You slide in beside Ben and turn to your other brother “-I was just telling Frankie, how much of a control freak you are.”

And because God hates you, Francisco slides in beside you. 

…

You were a grown woman and you had a ridiculous infatuation.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying either, after sitting in that bar you had made an effort to block out the sensation of his thigh against your own or when he leaned back against the plush fabric and wrapped his arm around the back of the booth.

But so help you god you were only human, you couldn’t help but laugh a little harder at his jokes than the others or the warmth that flooded your belly when you’d meet his eyes as you told a story and find his chocolate orbs transfixed on you as if you were telling a great tale - rather than an anecdote about how you dislocated your tailbone last year when you were drunk on some stairs.

It wasn’t even as if it was just his looks - though you were big enough to admit that initially that had been a large part of it.  It was the ease you felt around him, the kindness you could see clear as day painted on his face. 

Though you knew, deep down in your toxic heart of hearts, buried beneath your daddy issues and depression, this deep desire was because he wasn’t all that interested. 

It wasn’t as if he ignored you, no. He was friendly, but he had no interest in you besides just that, being a friend. 

He had a baby and a girlfriend and you weren’t a home wrecker.

He was your brother's best friend, an extension of your family. 

These were all things you reminded yourself about as you lay in bed alone staring up at the ceiling the morning after.

You could just be his friend, right?

⇢ Next Part

#frankie morales x reader #Frankie Morales #Francisco Morales x Reader #Catfish x Reader #Frankie Morales x You #Pedro Pascal #Triple Frontier Fanficiton #I said I was gonna have atleast 4 parts before i posted... I lied #Francisco Morales x You #Benny Miller #Will Miller #Santiago Garcia

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 1

Shigaraki Birthday Week! MINORS DNI DO NOT PUT THIS ON TIKTOK

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: reader is marked fem cause Tomura is a little sexist and hates you cause you’re a woman, no pronouns, incel!shiggy, collage au/no quirks, tomura is an asshole, gratuitous swearing, like so much, shiggy has a dirty mouth, mentions of shigs being anxious, let me know if I’ve missed something

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: Tomura gets stuck taking an English class to graduate and is partnered with you, a bitchy try hard (his words not mine) for his final project. But over the course of the semester he finds that while he hates everyone, he might hate you just a little...less. 

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The door at the back of the room creaked open and jarred Tomura from his half-sleep state. He didn’t look at who’d bothered to slip into this fucking class late, and instead tried to let the prof’s inane droning on Timothy Whoever The Fuck’s 18th weirdo letter book lull him into day dreaming. 

He only made it about a quarter of the way back into his boredom induced coma until he was dragged unwillingly into wakefulness once more. 

“Sorry, could you plug this in for me?” 

Tomura jumped again when you leaned over to whisper to him, computer charger in one hand, gesturing to the outlet on the wall by his head. You’d left the typical courtesy seat empty between the two of you and he stared blankly at the way you leaned your weight on the vacant chair. 

He recognized you.

The classic, dumbass teacher's pet who was always front and center of the room, iced drink at the ready looking like you belonged on the set of some god awful college b movie. 

Well, almost always. You certainly had that loud ass drink, but you’d tucked yourself at the end of his row towards the back of the room and was clearly a bit embarrassed for bursting in almost 15 minutes late. 

Tomura swallowed hard as your shirt gaped in the front. It took an immense amount of control to not gaze outright into the swell of your chest. 

“You good?” you asked softly, head cocked like you were straight out of a fucking manga panel—tits on display with that stupid innocent, puzzled expression.  

“Uh yeah, sorry,” Tomura mumbled. 

You offered him this gross, clearly fake smile—because why the hell would you be grinning like that if it wasn’t just because you wanted something from him—as he threaded the cord behind his chair and plugged it in. 

“Thanks,” you replied and turned back towards the professor, typing away cause you actually take notes in this class. 

Of fucking course you did. 

Probably trying to impress everyone with how you typed practically every word the prof said. Tomura decidedly did not take notes, and didn’t really pay that much attention in general. Usually he just played some trashy phone game under the desk or dozed with his head against the cement wall. 

It had gotten to that portion of the semester when it was warmer outside but the buildings still had the heat cranked all the way up, especially here in the basement where the classroom was. That environment along with his usual hoodie/joggers combo created grade A napping conditions that Tomura took full advantage of. 

As a rule, he actually cared about school and he did relatively well. But this was just some dumbass liberal arts requirement course that had nothing to do with his actual major, so he was perfectly fine with coasting. Why his comp sci degree required him to take a fucking Restoration era English class, he had no clue. Apparently neither did his advisor other than that the ‘administration recommended it’ so their students would have a ‘well rounded learning experience.’ 

It was almost certainly just a cash grab to make him take more credits than was necessary to graduate, but whatever. He was here now. And so were you. Your presence was overwhelmingly clear, typing away and smelling like one of those insanely specific laundry detergent label scents—fucking rolling meadows and grandmother’s clean linen or something like that. 

He’d never sat this close to you before, but that didn’t stop you from annoying the shit out of him for the previous whole half semester and going since it was just now passing midterms. Long enough for him to have pegged you as a textbook try-hard, pick-me bitch. You contributed to discussion at every opportunity, turned in shit early, and debated other classmates regularly enough to disrupt his in-course sleep schedule. 

The way you dressed pissed him off too, with a particular style that was enough to stand out but not so over the top that it would cause disinterest from any potential mates.

And now you were filling his corner of the room with the overpowering smell of freshly washed hair and demanding he do things for you. 

Fucking disgusting. 

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

He jumped a third time, attention directed from his lap to the front of the room where the prof stood, listing out names from the board. He heard your name next followed by Kai Chisaki. The list was projected on the board as well, grouping everyone into twos or threes with “Final Project Partners” listed in bold Helvetica font at the top. 

Only fucking English profs used Helvetica. 

He vaguely remembered mentions of a final presentation—one of like three grades in this class cause the prof was almost certainly a sadist. 

No, not almost—definitely. Otherwise he wouldn’t have stuck him with you and that weirdo Kai pre-med student who insisted on acting so elitist you’d think he already had his fucking M.D. 

One time he asked Tomura to move seats at the start of the semester because he looked “dirty” and Kai liked to sit in the back—which, fair enough, it wasn’t like Tomura showered as frequently as he probably should but what the fuck??  

With you rushing in late, chest out and panting every now and again from your apparent sprint across campus, Tomura was certain he’d be subjected to a whole 6 weeks of watching you try to mount that fucking Kai dude instead of actually working. 

This was going to be a nightmare. 

From the end of the table, he saw you shifting and turned to find that stupid fucking smile flashed his way once again. 

If you had a tail, he’d bet it would be wagging. 

“Hey, well that’s convenient,” you chuckled and plopped down directly next to him, sliding your noisy ass drink across the table with you and brushing against his thigh when you shifted your bag to the side. 

“Yeah,” he nodded.

It most certainly was not. 

But Tomura would never say that because—as his roommate put it so kindly—he was kinda a pussy. 

People made him nervous, they always had. That’s why he liked computers so much. Code made sense, there were clear rules and when something didn’t work out, he could fix it eventually, but you couldn’t see people’s codes. You had to fucking guess at shit and it made his anxiety skyrocket which the sides of his neck and finger tips suffered for. 

So he cowered like the fucking dog you probably thought he was instead and kept his eyes on the floor, letting you set up in silence. 

“Who was our third?” you asked, glancing around the room. “Sorry, I was busy making a shared drive and I came in  late so I missed that last bit.”

Why the hell did you feel the need to apologize all the goddamn time? Seriously, who would believe you were actually sorry for being irritating as hell. 

And god if he thought you were irritating. 

“Kai,” he grumbled simply as the man in question sauntered over to the table and fucking Clorox wiped down the seat before sitting.  

Tomura watched your smile falter just a bit and grinned inwardly at the slip in your fake little persona. But you didn’t say anything more, just moved your chair back so the three of you were in a semi-circle and pulled up a few pdfs on your laptop. 

“Cool, so I was looking over the directions on the syllabus last week and I set up a little work delegation thing so we can distribute everything pretty evenly,” you jumped right in, tone matter of fact in the down-to-business manner he was used to hearing from you during class discussions. 

It was better than you so clearly forcing yourself to be overly polite, and he honestly couldn’t really care less if you wanted to take charge of this thing. You seemed kinda bossy, but he begrudgingly admitted that your suck up behavior did mean you sort of knew what you were talking about. He was just here to pass and you might actually make that a lot easier. 

It was okay as long as he was taking advantage of you, he told himself. And you would be too stupid to notice, so he could play your game and play pretend nice all the way to an A. 

That walking condescension on the other hand— 

“I’m not doing that,” Kai huffed through his ever-present mask. 

Tomura wasn’t actually sure he’d ever seen the bastards face without it. 

“What?” you laughed awkwardly. “Yes you are, you don’t really have much of a choice.” 

You stared at your classmate who simply stared right back with his own, equally confused expression. 

“Why do you look so surprised?” you asked after a moment of silence. 

You weren’t smiling anymore and your voice had dropped down about a fucking octave. At least you sounded more like a person and not some wannabe uwu gamer bitch.

“People don’t talk to me like that,” Kai looked at you down his nose, legs spread wide and elbow resting on his knees. 

Tomura could feel the pretentiousness wafting from him in waves, and waited with bated breath for you to get kicked off your pedestal. Just a bit though, he did need you around to do most of his work for this thing. 

But in a shocking turn of events, you just laughed dryly twice and turned back to your laptop screen, mumbling as you did. 

“Really? Well they should.” 

Tomura would have laughed too, but he didn’t feel like inflating your ego. Kai on the other hand looked a bit like you’d just spit on shoes and furrowed those stupid, plucked thin eyebrows at the back of your head. 

“So Tomura, you code right?” you asked, turning away from Kai completely to address him. “I just remember you saying you were in comp sci when we did introductions.” 

He was taken aback by the knowledge that he existed as a person in your head outside of this room for a moment and simply nodded—suddenly feeling far too hot in his black on black sweats and hoodie. 

God just talking to you made his skin burn. 

“Great, cause we’re allowed to chose the medium we present in and I was thinking of taking it in a more creative direction cause I’ve had this prof before and he eats that shit up,” you begin to ramble again, scrolling through a bulleted list, shifting the screen for him to see. 

“Right,” he murmured, still surprised you’d thought this far and not...actively hating what you’d brainstormed. 

Well, it was a bit juvenile and you clearly didn’t know what you were talking about but the concept wasn’t horrendous. He could work with that and it shouldn’t be too hard. It kinda seemed like you’d overestimated a bit with how challenging it would actually be and saddled yourself with most of the heavy lifting. That or you were just a control freak which was a little more believable.

He wished you would stop looking at him over the edge of the screen. He could feel himself starting to sweat. Rivulets falling down the nape of his neck and racing across his bare chest under the sweatshirt. Tomura sorta regretted not wearing a shirt underneath but he knew that he wouldn’t have taken off the insulating layer even if that had been an option. 

It would just mean you had more drying, pale as fuck skin to look at and judge him for because he knew that’s what you were doing. Fucking vapid and shallow like everyone else. 

“It’s really rough so far, but I have it the gist outlined,” you indicated to another tab and then turned back to Kai who had been sitting silently glaring daggers into your back. “So, Kai, since you’re in STEM I figured you’d be okay with doing more of the preliminary research—”

“I don’t think so,” Kai interrupted, shaking his head and pushing off his knees to lean back in the cheap, plastic seat. “Look, it’ll be easier for all of us if you two just make it look pretty and I can handle the oral presentation.” 

You gaped and looked to Tomura with this pathetic fucking incredulous stare, like you thought he’d back you up. 

Which actually, now that he thought about it was probably a good idea—he did need you to remain somewhat cordial with him—but he certainly didn’t care enough to defend you in any way. Kai was a dick, sure, but he wasn’t gonna let you rope him into being your white knight or whatever. 

He settled for a similarly disgruntled downward twitch of his lips. The movement pulled at the cracking skin which stung as it tore open even more. Tomura felt the familiar crawling feeling on his neck and shifted in his seat to resist the urge to scratch. 

He couldn’t pinpoint why exactly you staring at him was so uncomfortable. He didn’t like you, he didn’t care about you and by extension didn’t give two shits what you thought of him, but anything he might have said shriveled on his tongue when you spoke or looked in his eyes too long. 

Tomura had never made a habit of talking to females and they certainly had never wanted anything to do with him either. 

Maybe he was fucking allergic or something. 

Whatever the case, you seemed to take his half frown as a sign of solidarity and leaned back in your own seat. 

“Okay, look,” you retorted. “If you’re seriously not gonna at least try to cooperate, then there is actually an option to do the project by yourself and I suggest you take it.” 

The look on your face was distinctly impolite. There was a sharpness to the set of your jaw that Tomura had never seen before, but it looked practiced enough that he could bet it was simply the snake that resided in every woman just waiting to come out. 

“Look sweetheart—” that masked jerk began, also for some fucking reason looking to Tomura for support. 

For someone who was very much used to blending into the background scenery, this was the most eye contact Tomura had ever made in a day. 

Except on the rare occasions his roommate had friends over and he had to make the dreaded trek from his room to reach the fridge. 

“Oh yeah I’m not doing that,” you closed your laptop sharply and rolled your eyes. “I get it, but I’m really just trying to graduate. I don’t think this is going to work out and you,” Tomura froze as you shifted your gaze to him once again, “seem okay, so Tomura and I can just work this out by ourselves and you can find a different group.” 

Kai scoffed behind the black layer of fabric covering his mouth and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Whatever.” 

Tomura watched him saunter straight out the door as the room was filled with the shuffling of notebooks and zipping of backpacks. 

“God,” you huffed and turned back to him. 

His raw skin burned under the new wave of heat and accompanying moisture that slicked his skin when you scooted closer to him. That clean laundry and shampoo smell was suffocating from this proximity. 

Did you fucking bathe in the stuff? 

He was becoming increasingly aware of his less than pleasant aroma and the fact that you not scrunching your nose up in disgust just out of some stupid, ingrained need to appease him. 

“Well, that was...weird,” you chuckled in a way that was probably meant to break the tension. 

Unfortunately Tomura felt more like he was about to break out in hives if you came any closer so it really just ended up making the atmosphere ten times more awkward. At least for him. You, somehow, remained resolutely unaware. 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response and picked silently at the skin of his fingers. 

“Anyway, I have a meeting in a few but we can trade numbers and pick a time to meet up sometime tomorrow maybe?” you suggested, quickly saving the steadily degrading vibes of the conversation and pulled out your phone. 

He really hated the full body pulsation that rushed through him at the thought of getting a girls number. It made him fucking sick at himself for falling into your stupid trap to get him interested. Was your plan to just use him to get a good grade or whatever and then block his texts?

It wasn’t like Tomura didn’t know about his status as the class ‘freak.’ That one guy everyone whispers about and makes sure not to sit next to. And he knows you know, so why the hell else would you act so nice?

He wanted to say something scathing in return. That he could do the whole thing by himself too—which he definitely couldn’t but that was irrelevant—and that he didn’t need you bossing him around either. 

“Sure thing,” he said instead and took your offered phone all too eagerly, typing in his number and watching as you shot off a text back so he’d have yours. 

His phone buzzed against his thigh and he jumped a fourth time, but you seemed not to notice as you packed your bag and grabbed your basic ass drink. The ice clattered against the tumbler, dropping cool condensation against the searing skin of his hand. 

Tomura shivered as you waved over your shoulder and slipped out the door with another rush of students. 

He sat silently in the empty room for a moment, trying to process the last hour. He pinched himself idly, wondering if it had all been just a weird dream, but the results were inconclusive. A minute or two passed before he pulled out his phone to scroll through the list of reddit and discord notifs to find your text. 

Unknown Number:

— pEopLe DoN’t TaLK tO mE liKE ThAt 

— not very plus ultra of him...smh

— anyway, library at 6 tomorrow ?

 Tomura caved, digging his nails into the side of his neck and hissed at the pain, confirming the day's horrible reality. 

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #bnha fanfiction #tomura shigaraki imagines #fem!reader #incel!shigaraki #college au #bee.writes

[andvys]

Fine line part two 

warnings: angst, slow burn

pairing: Ellie Williams x reader (eventually)

author’s note: hi! I'm sorry if the first few chapters are gonna seem a little boring, I promise it’s gonna get a whole lot better!

The next day you woke up feeling even more tired and exhausted than the day before and for some reason your back felt really sore, you could probably blame it on the sofa. 

After you came home yesterday you went straight into the bedroom, packed your backpack and prepared yourself for the upcoming trip. You couldn't wait to get out of Jackson after finding your boyfriend, well, ex boyfriend cheating on you. 

You felt nothing but hate and disgust for that man and for some reason it wasn't even hard to hate him. 

Instead of sleeping in your bed you decided to sleep on the sofa in the living room, you sure as hell wouldn't sleep in the same bed where he probably cheated on you.

It was 6 am now and Ethan wasn't home yet, you knew his shift ended at 5 am. He was supposed to be home a long time ago, you didn't need to think hard enough to know where he was right now. ‘At least I won't have to see him right now.’ you thought to yourself.

You felt stupid for not realizing that he was cheating on you earlier. The signs have been there for a while now but you ignored them. He always came late or he had to take double shifts, his behavior was off and he couldn't even look you in the eye. 

To be fair you had to take double shifts as well after the herd attacked, so you didn't even think anything of it but still the way he behaved around you was enough to know that there was something going on.

What annoyed you was that you had to find out through Ellie. Out of all people it had to be her, she was probably celebrating your miserableness right now and now you had to spend weeks alone with her, she would probably make it a living hell.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you put your shoes on, grabbed your backpack and left your house.

-

When you arrived at the gates, Ellie was already there, along with Joel, Maria and Tommy, it looked like Joel was showing her something on the map.

“good morning.” you smiled at them, ignoring Ellie’s gaze on you.

“good morning y/n.” they greeted you. 

“did you get a good night’s sleep kid?” Joel asked. 

“yeah.” you lied, you barely slept last night, your mind was racing, you were mad at Ethan and you were anxious about the trip.

“that��s good, it’s probably the last time you got to sleep well for a while now.” Maria said. 

It was true, you knew you wouldn't sleep well out there, even when someone was with you. 

“that’s true.”

“alright, well you should go now. We explained everything to Ellie, already, she’s gonna fill you in.” Maria told you. 

Great, more conversations with the girl that hates you.

“you take care of each other out there alright?” Joel said, looking at both you and Ellie.

Ellie nodded her head.

“of course.” you told him, smiling at him. You knew he was worried about Ellie, you remember how worried he was when Ellie just started going on patrols.

He hugged Ellie tightly before hugging you as well. 

You liked Joel, he was one of the people in Jackson, who was never pushy about anything or who asked too many questions, if anything he was the one who made you feel most comfortable here.

“good luck out there.” Tommy said, smiling at you.

“thank you, see you soon.” you told them before looking at Ellie, who was watching you intently. 

They said their goodbyes before leaving but not before Joel hugged Ellie one last time, making you smile to yourself. It was sweet to see the older man this way.

“let’s go.” you said once they left.

Just when you were about to walk through the gates, you heard your name being called causing you to halt in your steps.

Anger rushed through you when you heard his voice, you clenched your jaw and curled your hand up into a fist.

“y/n wait!” 

Ellie glanced at you as you turned around.

He stopped in front of you, “hey babe, leaving witho-

You interrupted him with a punch to his face.

He cried out in pain and surprise as his nose made a loud cracking noise, his hand came up to his face, clutching his nose in pain.

Ellie looked at you in surprise, she didn’t expect this kind of a reaction from you but she was impressed. He deserved to be punched a long time ago.

You heard someone gasp, looking over his shoulder, you found a few people staring at you in shock. 

You were lucky Maria already left or you’d get some real scolding right now.

“what the fuck y/n?!” he exclaimed “what is wrong with you?”

“what is wrong with me?” you chuckled “fuck you, we’re over, go back to your bitch.” you told him angrily.

He looked at you in shook, his eyes widened and he tried to say something but no words came out.

You glared at him before turning around to leave. 

Ellie stood back for a second, impressed about you punching him. Looking at Ethan, she smirked at him before turning around to follow you.

Seeing you being so violant towards the guy that she hated so much made you seem a little bit more likable now.

-

“that was a good punch.” you heard Ellie say after a while. 

You were walking for hours now, you were sure it was afternoon already.

You were surprised to hear her say something, so far there wasn't much conversation between you, you only talked about the trip and what Joel told her.

Looking over at her, you noticed that she was looking at you.

You almost had to laugh at the look on her face, it seemed to be really hard for her to give you a compliment, if that could even count as one.

“thanks?” you said, furrowing your brows. 

She nodded before looking away again. 

“can I ask you something?” you asked.

“sure.” she mumbled, sounding annoyed.

"why did you tell me.. or- why did you tell me to go look?” you asked, talking about last night.

She frowned at your question and looked at you. 

“why wouldn't I?” she asked 

You snorted “well, you hate me.” you pointed out, looking at her “so.. you could’ve just ignored that and let me find out differently.”

“I hate Ethan more though, seeing him miserable is kind of nice plus seeing him getting punched was kinda worth it.” she shrugged.

You chuckled “why do you hate him so much?” you asked, you were genuinely curious about her answer.

A weird expression appeared on her face, it was a mixture between hatred, anger and something else that you couldn't make out.

“He’s a dick.” she pointed out “and he's good for nothing, I mean, he can’t even fight or use a gun properly.” she scoffed, shaking her head.

You couldn't help but chuckle. It was kind of true, he really was bad with guns and fighting wasn't his thing either.

“alright..” you mumbled, as you looked at her once more before going back to looking out for infected.

-

You were walking through a wooded area when you came across a small cabin.

Ellie looked at her map, realizing that it’s the cabin Joel marked on the map. 

“we should rest in there, Joel said it’s safe.” Ellie told you.

“alright.” 

It was getting dark and cold outside, it was about time to fine a place to set up camp in. Being outside at this time wasn't safe.

This was the moment you dreaded the most, you hated going to sleep whenever you were outside of Jackson. It didn't matter if you were alone or with someone, you never felt safe outside, to sleep.

Ellie grabbed the keys out of her backpack Joel gave her and opened the door.

Walking inside you turned your flashlight on, since it was too dark in the cabin to see anything, you shut the door and locked it with the keys Ellie gave you after she unlocked the door.

“hold on.” Ellie said as she found a fireplace in the middle of the room. 

There was enough wood laying there to start a fire, Ellie took care of it while you walked around the cabin, making sure that this place was actually safe, the door was locked and there were no broken windows so there was no way that it wasn't safe but still, you could never know.

Once you made sure everything was safe you went back to where Ellie was, who was sitting on the sofa, looking at the map again. 

The room was light now and you could see more, it was cozy but it was small, so there wasn't much space to get away from Ellie.

You pulled your backpack off and put it on the floor, you looked around the room before sitting down on the chair by the table in the kitchen area.

Looking at Ellie, you noticed she had a frown on her face, well, it looked like a frown, she was just really concentrated. 

Her being distracted gave you the chance to watch her, you always thought she was beautiful, those green eyes of hers made you feel weird whenever she would look at you. 

It was probably because you knew how much she hated you. 

You had to admit, Ellie was the prettiest girl you have ever seen in your life but she was probably the most infuriating person you have met and you couldn't help but hate her at times, especially when she was being a complete asshole to you. 

You tried to befriend her at first but she just kept being in asshole to you so you stopped trying, knowing that you were never gonna be friends with the girl.

It got even worse when you started dating Ethan, if she was mean before then she definitely became even worse after that.

You knew they hated each other but you never found out why. You never noticed them glaring at each other or making mean comments before you and Ethan started dating, it happened shortly after you got together, so you had no idea what that was about.

“what?!” Ellie asked, snapping out of your thoughts you realized you were staring at her and she just catched you. 

You blushed before looking away, you hated it whenever someone would find you staring at them, it made you feel like a creep.

“nothing.” you mumbled. 

“sure.” she scoffed before grabbing her backpack and getting up to walk towards the kitchen area where you were sitting. 

She sat down on the chair opposite of you and pulled some food out of her backpack. 

‘Jerky of course’ you thought to yourself. Dina told you about how Ellie would steal jerky all the time, when she just came to Jackson, fearing that they'd run out of food.

It was kinda cute, imagining her teenage self stuffing her pockets with bags of jerky. Shaking your head. Ellie was not cute.

“eat something.” she said. 

“I'm not hungry.” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned back in your chair and watched her as she looked at you with a stern expression on her face.

Seeing Ethan cheat on you made you feel sick. 

Deep down you knew it didn't hurt you the way it was supposed to hurt you, you just felt disgusted by him.

You knew you didn't give him what he wanted from you, you were dating for a while and you avoided his touch all the time, you didn't know why but you always felt gross whenever he would touch you.

Not sleeping with him didn't give him an excuse to cheat on you though, he could've just left you, if he wasn't happy. 

You didn't even know why you didn't leave him sooner, you didn't even love him, you never did. 

You didn't know why you started dating him in the first place.

“you okay?” Ellie asked, noticing the frown on your face.

“yeah.” you mumbled, getting up from the chair you looked at Ellie who was watching you already “there’s a bedroom, you can sleep there, I'll take the couch.” you told her, not giving her a chance to say anything before you walked over to the couch and sat down, taking your shoes off before you laid back against the soft cushion, you looked at the ceiling and tried to think of something that would distract you from your disgusting ex boyfriend.

Ellie looked back at you, she sighed in annoyance before getting up to go into the bedroom. 

She turned on the flash light and looked around the room. The bed was big enough for two but there was no way that she would share the bed with you.

She put her backpack on the floor by the door and looked at the two blankets on the bed, she knew there were none on the couch and you would probably freeze at night. 

She thought about it for a second before shaking her head, ‘you were in the bedroom before, you knew there were blankets, you would've taken one if you needed it.’ she thought to herself.

She took her shoes off and laid down on the bed, covering herself with one of the blankets. Thinking about today, she realized it wasn't bad for a first day, you weren't bitchy or annoying but she was sure it was yet to come. 

Unable to fall asleep she looked at the ceiling before looking down at the other blanket. ‘y/n must be freezing right now.’ she thought to herself.

She didn't like you but she still felt bad to know that you were sleeping on the couch without a blanket or a pillow while she got to have the whole bed for herself.

She rolled her eyes before throwing the blanket off her, sitting up she grabbed the other blanket and went back to you.

“hey I hav-” she started before realizing that you were sleeping already. 

She walked over to you and checked if you were actually sleeping before covering you with the blanket. 

She looked down at you, you looked so peaceful right now, it was rare to see you this way. You were always stressed and Ellie was sure she has never seen you without a frown on your face. 

She hated to admit it but you looked beautiful this way, you looked beautiful either way, even with that frown on your face. 

Shaking her head, she frowned at her thoughts before turning around to walk back into the bedroom.

She knew this trip would change your relationship, she just hoped you wouldn't hate each other even more after that.

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part two >< jj x reader

JJ and Y/n’s fuck hate relationship comes to a grinding halt when Y/n confesses her feelings, and JJ realizes he seriously fucked up. Will she take his apology or is it time for him to move on?

word count- 1.1k

tw/ cursing, little making out. angst but fluff.

a/n- .... hey guys. thanks for being so patient for me to upload, I know I kept you all waiting for a long time, I felt really bad about it. But it’s hard to be an adult writer on tumblr, you have to remember we do this shit for free, and have another whole ass life outside of our blogs, but I really appreciate you all being so patient, and here it is!! Love you guys, hope u like it. xo.

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“You told her she doesn’t love you? Are you an idiot?!” John B’s voice boomed and bounced off of the walls of the chateau and JJ scrunched his nose, he hated it when his best friend got mad at him.

“Our best friend cut us off because you refused to admit your stupid feelings?”

JJ waited a moment before answering, staring down at his beat up sneakers and scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah.”

“You asshole!” John B threw down his empty cup. “You were scared because you thought she was gonna shoot you down, and when she confessed her love for you first you let her walk away?!”

“I wasn’t scared of that!” JJ yelled, sending John B back a few steps. “I’m scared of hurting her.”

“You already did, JJ.” John B said in a softer tone as he walked a few steps closer to blond and jabbed a finger to his chest. “Now fix it.”

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It took a lot of convincing.You wouldn’t respond to any texts or calls. The group even tried showing up at your front door but your mom would just shoo them away. No one, anywhere around the island, had seen you in weeks. Pope even went as far as to show up to your work, only for your boss to say you just stopped showing  up, and that got everybody nervous. You needed that money, nothing could ever stop you from showing up to work on time and finishing your shift.

But finally, with a lot of persuasion from Kiara, and the promise that JJ would absolutely not be there, you made your way to the chateau.

You had to admit, you missed your friends terribly. And with a little pep talk and a push out the door from your mom, you got in your car and made your way. You had a gut feeling that this was a trap, and a small part of you really wanted it to be. You wanted JJ to sweep you up in his arms and kiss you and apologize and tell you he had felt the same way all along, but another part of you was telling you that no way in hell that was going to happen. They just felt sorry for you, they knew how much JJ hurt you and felt pity that you’ve been alone the past few weeks.

But when you pulled up, there was no sign of JJ. No sign of anyone, actually.

Usually everyone is outside already drinking beers and playing music or throwing shit at each other, so the unusual silence of the chateau made your stomach turn with anxiety.

You slowly turned your car off and got out, whipping your head around left and right, looking for a sign of any life. When you finally decided you didn’t see any trace of anyone outside, you walked up the front porch steps and through the door, coming face to face with the one person you didn’t want to see, but also wanted to see the most.

“I fucked up.” The words rushed out of his mouth, like they had been waiting there for hours just waiting for his lips to part so they could race out.

“Obviously.” You mumbled, crossing your arms and looking everywhere except for the boy in front of you.

JJ nodded, following your actions and looking at the walls.

“Is that all you have to say or should I just go home and never show my face again?”

“No, shit, don’t do that, uh-” JJ gestured towards the couch, “You wanna sit?” You sighed, and against your better judgement you agreed and followed him to sit on the couch.

“I’m about to talk a lot, please just let me explain and then you can say whatever the hell you want or you can walk out that door and never come back.”

You nodded.

“I fucked up. I’ve always been so in love with you and I thought that if I told you I would lose you. I tried to keep you reeled in by pretending I don’t care and pretending that it was all just for a fuck. But as soon as it was just me and you I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help touching you and kissing you everywhere I could because as soon as it was over I had to hate you again.”

He took in a shaky breath and looked at you for a second, you nodded your head subtly, urging him to continue.

“When you told me you loved me I fucking freaked out. I saw the sad look in your eyes and all I could think about was if we were together and I ended up hurting you worse. I thought it would be best to just let you go and not put you through any of that. I see now that that was the worst fucking desicion I could’ve made. Y/n-”

He took another shaky breath and looked at you. “I love you, I’m in love with you. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. These past few weeks have been hell and I-”

You cut him off and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him in and bringing his lips to yours. JJ immediately brought you closer with his hands on your hips, leaning you back so you were laying down on the couch with him on top of you.

After a few minutes you broke the kiss, both of you beginning to become out of breath. JJ was silent for a while, just taking in your face and every feature, stroking his thumb over your lips and cheekbone.

“I couldn’t do this before.” He whispered and softly pressed a kiss to your nose, forehead, each cheek, each eyelid, and finally your lips. “I love you.”

“I knew you were obsessed with me.” You smiled, biting your lip slightly.

JJ chuckled, “You’re about to be a pain in my ass.”

“I love you too, blondie.”

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