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avocado-writing · 9 months

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notes: I did a lot of research for this and yes, the manuscript I reference is a real thing. I didn’t put its name in though because that felt a step too far 😂 set in the light, the dark, and the spaces in between after ch3 so hope that’s ok! requests like this give me life.

relationship: aziraphale x immortal!reader x crowley

rated: G, pure fluff

word count: 1.4K

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You’re the one who makes the tea.

That’s because you’re the only one who changes how you have it: sometimes you fancy a chai, or a green tea, or a lapsang souchong. Sometimes with sugar or a little bit of milk, sometimes with neither, sometimes with an oat alternative. It changes. You’re human, you go through phases.

But Aziraphale and Crowley? Nah, they’re creatures of habit. Despite the angel’s wide and experimental palate he’s oddly rigorous when it comes to his cuppa. For him, it’s loads of milk and four sugars, drowned to the point where it could hardly be called tea any more. Crowley likes his black and strong and nowhere near anything that could affect the taste. You wring the teabag tortuously into his mug with a teaspoon before grabbing all three servings and heading into the shop.

You put yours down first, on the side next to the book you’re currently reading, then hand your husbands theirs. They both take them from you in the same way, the way they have done for centuries now, a domestic ritual: accepting the mug you offer and then your hand, pressing a little kiss of thanks and affection to the back of it.

A heartfelt intimacy just between the three of you.

☕️

“Hurry Crowley, it’s starting!”

“Yes, yes, alright angel, hang on.”

“We won’t hang on and we’re not pausing it. Not a threat, just a fact,” you call into the kitchen. A couple of seconds later, Crowley emerges from the kitchen with three wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

“I’ll be mother, then,” he mutters as the other two of you barely take your eyes off of the telly. You’ve got your legs slung over Aziraphale’s lap and he only takes a break from stroking your knee in absentminded, loving circles to take the proffered glasses from his husband, one for himself and one for you. Crowley plonks down the other side of Aziraphale and throws his own legs over him too, the two of you playing footsie for space across his plush thighs. Eventually the three of you find a comfortable pile and settle in.

“Another ten weeks of torture begins,” Crowley says as the Bake-off theme ends and the show starts. You nudge him with your toe.

“You don’t have to watch it with us,” you tell him. He harrumphs but doesn’t argue because, really, of course he’ll watch it with the two of you. It makes you both happy.

🍞

Your work is as a consultant for museums around the country, which is a fun way of saying you get paid a lot because you know a lot. But mostly, you only know a lot because you’ve been around for a very long time. So whenever a shard of pottery or a scrap of clothing needs dating they call you to come and put its history into context.

Also, for the bigger museums, it’s a chance for you to smuggle out the stolen artefacts and return them to their country of origin. You consider it a hobby, a bonus perk of the job.

You’ve set up this exhibition. It’s for pottery around the end of the Roman rule in Britain, stuff you’ve found and identified around the country on archaeological digs. You lead Crowley and Aziraphale through, discussing your findings in detail, before you come to a small, surprisingly intact, terra sigillata oil lamp. It sits on its own, spot lit. You asked for it that way.

“See this? I made this. Over a thousand years ago,” you tell them, quietly, gently putting your hand to the glass of the display case. Aziraphale and Crowley take a careful look at the engraving on the object. It bears the profile of a man, and with the sharp cheekbones and little glasses there’s only one person it could be.

“Oh, Nightingale. It’s lovely,” Crowley says, surprisingly touched. He wraps an arm around you and buries his face into your hair.

“You could say I’ve held a flame for you for a long time,” you say, and grin. Crowley groans.

“Did you put my face on a lamp just to keep that pun up your sleeve?”

“Maybe.”

🔥

You next return to the museum when you pick up that Aziraphale is jealous. He isn’t jealous often but he’s pants at hiding it, and it’s not hard to guess why: he’s just seen that Crowley stuck with you for such a long time you put his face on a piece of bloody pottery. You’d probably be a bit put out too.

So for a couple of weeks you throw yourself into your work to find the thing that will make it even. And you do, even though it takes a lot of overseas bargaining and promises to do some pro-bono work.

You finally get the museum in America to agree to send it over for a showing. You arrange a special exhibition specifically for this, where it’s held behind a huge glass case in a dark room with only a small light on it.

But you get special access because, well, you’re you. So you sneak Aziraphale and Crowley in one night and walk into the display room, wearing a face mask and a pair of protective gloves.

There it sits: the Canterbury Tales. One of the oldest versions in the world.

“Oh, this is wonderful!” Aziraphale gasps, peeping over your shoulder to inspect. “I can feel the adoration coming off of it in waves. This was a labour of love, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I’d let you have it for the shop if I had the power. But I think they’d notice if I shoved this one down my top,” you sigh, scanning the pages for what you’re after, then stop dead when you find it.

“Here. Look.”

You point to one of the illustrations, a mounted rider on a beautiful white horse. Aziraphale takes in a quiet breath and draws closer. Because just as plainly as you put Crowley on your oil lamp, you drew your angel in the Canterbury Tales. Curly hair, pink face, beaming smile.

“Oh my,” he whispers. You stroke the little picture and remember toiling away over painting it, repeatedly wiping your brow to make sure your sweat didn’t smudge your work.

“I put you in all the copies I could get my hands on. And you,” you turn to Crowley, “your face is probably buried on my pottery in a dozen dig sites across the UK. I’m just saying I’ve loved the two of you since the day we met; always have, always will.”

Your husbands look at each other and then at you, before as one they step forward to embrace you.

“And we’re lucky to have you,” Crowley whispers in your ear, as Aziraphale kisses your cheek. Their hands meet at your back and they interlace their fingers with each other, you wrap your arms around them and stay like that for a moment; three working parts of a whole.

They kiss, and then they kiss you. You feel warm and rosy. Then you spend the evening reading through the book from beginning to end.

📖

You keep your wedding ring on a chain around your neck at work. Not because you’re embarrassed that you're married; far from it - it’s far too precious to risk losing while constantly taking protective gloves on and off all day. So you don’t blame your colleague for asking you on a date. He’s young, fresh out of uni, and of course has no idea you’re old enough to be his grandparent forty times over.

“That’s very kind,” you tell him, and his face falls because he knows where this is going, “but I’m already happily married.”

He sighs in embarrassment but manages to recover quickly, instead telling you: “they must be someone special to have you.”

He’s doing the polite thing by not assuming the gender of your spouse but it turns out “they” is right on the money. On cue, Aziraphale and Crowley walk through the door to pick you up at the end of your shift. You wish your colleague goodbye and go to meet them.

“Evening, darling,” Crowley calls.

“How was work, my love?” Aziraphale follows up.

“Oh, fine. I’m tired now. And hungry. Can we go and get dinner?”

You link an arm through either of theirs, heading out into the London afternoon.

“Ooh yes, that is a good idea. I quite fancy fish and chips!”

“Let’s go to that spot round the corner. They make their own tartar sauce. Crowley, are you getting your own chips or nicking mine when I’m not looking?”

“The best tasting chips are the ones you steal.”

“Oh, he doesn’t even deny it—!”

Your colleague watches you leave the building, a little dazed, and supposes it takes all sorts to make a world.

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corroded-hellfire · 10 months

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A First Second Date - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Feeling bummed about your dating life, you have a middle of the night run in with the cute guy who lives in the apartment across from yours.

Note: Me? Projecting? Never. Also, yes, Butterbean is a real cat who hangs around mine.

Words: 2.1k

The apartment still has the warm pleasant smell from your earlier baking as you walk out of your room, shrugging on an oversized navy hoodie. A little baggie awaits you on the counter and you snatch it up and shove it into your hoodie pocket. The heavenly smelling sugar cookies you’d made look too tempting as you pass them by, forcing you to grab one. Then halt in your tracks, turn around and grab a second one, before continuing your way towards the front door.

It’s just before two in the morning and it’s quite possibly your favorite time of day. No one asking you to do anything, no one expecting anything of you, time to just be. The whole apartment building seems to have fallen silent—another perk to this time of night. The sound of your feet padding down the thinly carpeted hallway is all that’s heard.

Coolness kisses your skin as you push outside, making sure not to let the heavy door slam behind you, lest it disturb the peace. Only a few wispy clouds decorate the sky above, most of the frills consisting of the glistening stars and beaming moon.

Dry grass crunches underfoot as you step across the lawn of your apartment building. There’s a small stone wall up near the sidewalk, with a large oak tree conveniently plotted right behind it to give you something to lean back on when you’re lounging on the parapet. Taking up your usual post as the late night watch woman, you take a generous bite into one of the soft cookies in your hand. The vanilla and buttery notes have you letting out a content sigh as you tuck your legs up underneath you and lay your back against the mighty oak.

As if your sigh was the cue he was waiting for, your loyal nighttime companion hops up on the wall next to you. The pale ginger cat greets you with an insistent meow before he begins to rub up against your arms, the calming purr radiating throughout his body.

“Hey, Butterbean,” you say as you reach up to scratch between his ears. The volume of the purring increases as Butterbean moves his head around, letting you know exactly where he wants the scratchies. While he’s in his ecstasy, you finish off the first sugar cookie. As if the sight of your treat reminds him, he looks up at you eagerly, ears high on his tiny head, and his large eyes wide.

“Yes?” you ask.

He lets out another meow and brings his paw up to scratch against the chest of your hoodie.

“Oh, is that what you want?” you tease the feline. “Of course I’ve got something for you.”

Butterbean’s excitement grows as he watches you take the plastic baggie out of your pocket and sprinkle the cat treats on the stone wall next to you. Your pantry has its own little stash of cat treats ever since you befriended this neighborhood sweetheart. He’s gained weight since you’ve begun giving him the food—which he needed. You don’t know where he was before he came into your life, but you prefer to think that the little nub he has on his rear end instead of a tail is just how he was born.

“Glad you like ‘em, kid,” you tell the cat as he finishes eating. Next, he decides it’s time for him to bathe himself right there next to you on the wall.

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back and take a deep breath. You’ve been trying to keep the thoughts at bay for a while now, but now was the time for them to resurface.

What did I do wrong? Should I have offered to pay for dinner? Could he not stop staring at this stupid zit on my chin? Did I say something stupid? Oh, I probably did. And why stop at one thing, there were most likely several stupid things I said.

Letting out a groan of frustration, you run your hands over your face. This was the fourth first date you’d been on in two months. Not a second date to be found. Why was the only one who wanted a second date the one who I wanted to literally run from? You’re about to voice this question out loud to your furry friend, but the sound of footsteps coming up the sidewalk catches your attention. No one’s ever out walking the streets this late at night. It has you on your guard, and you’re ready to sprint for the front door of the apartment if you need to—scooping up Butterbean to bring him to safety as well. But it’s just your across the hall neighbor, Eddie. The one you’ve had a massive crush on since the day you moved in. How could you not when he offered to move the heavier things for you and then gave you that devastating smile? Life would be so much better if you could just date him. But you don’t even let your mind think about that for too long unless you're lying in bed at night with your hand between your legs. Thinking about dating Eddie, about him caring about you, was just asking for more heartbreak than you already have.

“Hey, stranger,” Eddie says as he strolls over to you. Butterbean raises his head to look at Eddie, who waves at him like it’s a common occurrence. “Hello, Ginger.”

You can’t help but let out a snort of laughter at that. “Ginger?”

“Yeah, I named the cat,” Eddie says defensively, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “So what?”

“No, no,” you say with a shake of your head, still laughing. “I named him, too. Just something a little more creative than the color of his fur.”

“How do you know he’s a boy?” Eddie presses, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because it’s very rare for an orange cat to be a girl,” you inform him. “It has to do with the chromosomes.” Great job, you think to yourself. Give him a science lesson, that’s how to seduce a man.

“Okay, Miss Smartypants, what did you name the distinguished gentleman?” Eddie asks, with an overdramatic flourish in the cat’s direction.

“Butterbean,” you admit, bashfulness creeping in your voice.

Eddie throws back his head and lets out a crack of laughter. It’s not at you, though, you can tell.

“Oh, I love that,” Eddie says. “So much better than mine.”

A chill breeze blows across the yard, making you tuck your legs up closer to your body. A reminder of what time it is and that you should probably get inside soon. What was Eddie doing out this late? Probably coming back from a date. The thought brings a lump to your throat. If he’s coming back this late from the date, it must’ve gone well. Images of Eddie in some other woman’s bed start to invade your mind and you’re pretty sure you’re physically wincing when Eddie’s words break you out of your thoughts.

“Whatcha got there?”

“Hmm?” You look up to see Eddie gesturing to the second sugar cookie in your hand. “Oh. I made these today. Do you want it? I just had one.”

“I will never turn down free food,” Eddie tells you as he plucks the cookie from your hand. As he bites into it, you watch as the crumbs scatter over his lips and the way his tongue pokes out to collect them. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. “Holy shit. That is amazing.”

“Y-Yeah?” you ask with a nervous chuckle.

“Hell yeah.” He brushes the sprinkles of sugar off of his hands and gives you a playful smirk. “You’ll make some man a happy husband someday.”

“Ha!”

You didn’t mean to let that out, but it felt like a reflex to respond to the idea of someone wanting to be with you with a bark of laughter.

Eddie furrows his eyebrows at you. “Why’s that funny?”

“Nah,” you say, shaking your head. You don’t want to get into this with him, so you try to just play it off. “S’just I don’t see it happening.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“No, I do.” You’re speaking to your lap now, and Butterbean has curled up by your side for support. “I just don’t think I will.”

“I don’t understand,” Eddie says with a shake of his head.

“Can’t seem to get past a first date with anyone,” you say with a self-deprecating chuckle.

“Hey.” Eddie nudges your shoulder, so you look up at him. “Least you’re going on dates, sweetheart. Same can’t be said for everyone.”

The slight downturn of the corners of his mouth makes you frown.

“Wait, you don’t mean you, do you?” The very idea boggles your mind.

“Yep, little ‘ol me.” Now it’s Eddie that seems to look anywhere but at you.

“You’re not coming back from a date now?” Again, not something you meant to let out. Your filter must stop working at two in the morning.

“From a date?” Eddie meets your eyes, his eyebrows raised into his frizzy bangs. “No.” He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Covered a shift at the plant my old man works at. He wasn’t feeling great and he’s getting older, so I said I’d fill in.”

“Oh.” The knot in your stomach from picturing him with a woman starts to untie itself. “Well…you should go on dates.” With me, you don’t add.

“Why’s that?” Eddie counters.

“Because…you’re great.”

“So are you,” Eddie says, jutting his chin in your direction.

“So, we’re both great,” you say. The words hang in the air, and you wonder who will speak first. You’re not sure if he’ll pick up on the implication that you should go on a date together because, well…it was barely there. But you leave the ball in his court, the silence between the two of you only broken by Butterbean’s soft snores.

“Okay, uh,” Eddie starts. He clears his throat before continuing. “Say the next guy you go out with isn’t a total asshole. Where would you want him to take you on a second date?”

“Well, you said he’s not an asshole?” You click your tongue and shrug your shoulders. “That means he won’t want a second date. Only the assholes do.”

“Hypothetically here,” he says, throwing you a small smile.

“Second date…” You purse your lips as you ponder the question. “Where did he take me on the first date?”

Eddie squeezes one eye shut as he thinks of a proper date spot. “Lunch date at Benny’s Diner.”

“Not a bad choice,” you concede. “Second date, hmm. Might not be a step up, probably a lateral move…but Waffle House.”

This makes Eddie laugh. His ring-covered hand comes to hold his stomach and he shakes his head in amusement.

“The Waffle House?”

“Best waffles I ever had,” you tell him.

“All right,” Eddie says as he scratches the slight stubble covering his chin. “So, what would you say if I asked you to go to the Waffle House?”

The cookie you’d eaten only minutes ago suddenly feels like it sprouted wings and it’s flying uncontrollably all around your stomach. Afraid to scare him away by simply shouting YES at him, you take a moment to think of a calmer response.

“I’d say that sounds like a second date spot and we haven’t been on a first yet. But I’d make an exception for you.”

The smile that grows on Eddie’s face baffles you. You put that smile there? That stunning, orgasm-inducing smile? All by saying you want to go on a date with him? Seems impossible.

“I’m honored to be the exception.” Eddie sketches a bow that sends you into a round of giggles. The noise wakes Butterbean up, and he stretches his long paws out in front of him.

“When should I expect this Waffle House invitation?” you ask.

“Hmm. Perhaps as I escort you back inside? It’s pretty late.”

Conceding to his point, you hop off the wall, Butterbean jumping down after you. After rubbing himself up against your legs a few times, he wanders off, only to be seen again tomorrow night when you have his little baggie of treats.

Eddie opens the front door of the apartment for you, and you step inside the building that now feels too warm. The two of you walk side by side up the stairs, and after he holds the staircase door open for you, he clears his throat.

“So, would you like to go to the Waffle House sometime? Whenever you’re free?”

“I’d really like that,” you say, excitement bubbling throughout your whole body. “Are you usually up this late? Because I am and the Waffle House is open 24 hours.”

“I could go for some midnight waffles, shit yeah. Tomorrow?”

Trying to keep your beaming smile to a minimum, you nod your head.

“It’s a date.”

“The first of many, hopefully.”

Maybe all guys weren’t so bad after all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction

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backtotheshitshow · 1 year

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Ghost Clothes Part3: The Auditorium

(Wally clark x reader)

Warning: angsty, miscommunication.

Part1 part2 part4

Wally found himself on the bleachers, over thinking everything that happened on the field the night before. What is he even supposed to do when he feels like this? He’s not even 100% sure what he’s feeling.

“Hey Wally!” The boy hears from down on the field. It’s Y/n, she’s dressed in new clothes and some how looks even more beautiful than last night. The girl walked up the bleachers to meet him. Now that she was closer he could really get a good look at her clothes. The shirt she had last night had been cut to make it cropped, she wore grey high top converses and her pants were similar to ones Dawn wears, except they were a washed out black colour.

“Nice clothes.” Wally compliments.

“Thanks, we couldn’t find anyone, so Dawn ended up doing the sewing and high wasted flared jeans are apparently the only pants she knows how to make.” Y/n explains with a laugh.

Wally chuckled and looked out at the field, his mind filling with thoughts all over again.

“You okay Wally?”

“Yeah..yes sorry, I’m just thinking. “ the boy mumbles running his hand through his hair. Why was he freaking out so much, he was supposed to be the cool charming guy, so what the fuck is happening?

“What’s on your mind?” Y/n asked, concerned about how stressed Wally seemed.

“Yesterday, out on the field…was-was that a date?” Wally regretted asking immediately. He saw Y/n’s expression change for concern to surprise out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh um.” Y/n began. “Well Wally I…you didn’t really ask for it to be a date and I only met you yesterday but-“

“I’m sorry, I was just unsure…excuse me” Wally gets up to leave quickly, making his way down the bleachers steps.

“ Wally wait!” Y/n called after him, causing Wally to stop in his tracks. “Wally I’m not saying that I don’t-“

“ it’s okay, Y/n. You don’t need to explain, like you said we only met yesterday-“

“Wally you’re not listening, I’m trying to tell you that if you-“

“Look I get it, Y/n. I’m just gonna go have some alone time, okay.” Wally turns and leaves, a sad puppy expression on his face.

“Wally!” Y/n called, but he didn’t respond. “Shit”

…

It’s been three days, who the hell take alone time for three days. Y/n couldn’t find Wally anywhere, she’d check the field everyday and the library and the cafeteria and every classroom, yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Oh my, you look stressed.” Y/n heard Dawn say as she past her in the hallway.

“I am” y/n replies as she continues walking.

“Is it Wally?” Dawn asked, twirling her hair around he finger as she walked beside Y/n.

“How did you know?”

“ He seems upset too.” Dawns words made y/n stop.

“You’ve seen him? Where?”

“In the auditorium”

“Dawn, you’re a legend.” Y/n sprinted off towards the auditorium.

…

Y/n opens the doors to the auditorium, scanning every inch of the large room for the jock. And there he was, middle row, hunched over forward. Y/n made her way over to him slowly, eventually sitting in the seat next to him. Wally doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, he just continues to stare at the floor.

“Wally.” Y/n says gently.

“I’m sorry I stormed off. I was just upset.” The boy voiced, still looking at the ground.

“You never let me explain.” Y/n says

“I know” Wally looks up at y/n, his eyes watery and sad. “It’s just…I’ve been hear for so long and even though I have friends I still feel lonely, like I’m missing something. I guess after we had such a nice time…I don’t know, I had hope that maybe I wouldn’t have to feel alone like that anymore.”

Y/n’s heart hurt for the boy, he had so much pain with no one to help heal it. “ you can take me on official date.” Y/n says.

“What?” Wally asks.

“That’s what I was trying to say Wally. You never asked me for that night to be a date and I’d only met you that day, but you can definitely take me on an official date, that’s if you’re not mad at me anymore” Y/n tells the boy.

“I was never mad at you, I was just… kinda heartbroken.” Wally confesses.

“Heartbroken? Over me? How could you be heartbroken over me Wally?”

“Because, even though I only met you that day, by the end of the night it felt like I’d know you my whole life. Well my whole death.” Wally glanced at Y/n lips and back at her eyes. “You’re just amazing Y/n.” Wally leaned closer painfully slowly. Y/n could feel his breathe on her lips, so warm and comforting.

“You guys are adorable.” The ghosts were startled apart.

“Dawn, what are you doing here?” Wally asked annoyed.

“I had to know what you two were so stressed about.” She explains.

“Okay well now you know, would you mind giving us some privacy?” Y/n requests.

“okay, see you later”

Wally sighed. “So um.. the date?”

“you can come get me from the field tomorrow at 6.” Y/n says

“Tomorrow at 6, cool.“ Wally gives a big grin.

Y/n gets up, giving Wally a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving.

#angst #wally clark #school spirits #milo manheim #wally clark x reader #wally clark x y/n #wally clark fanfiction

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seishiroh · 1 year

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— for whatever it's worth / nagi seishiro x reader. (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?)

— light angst. happy ending. yukimiya kenyu as plot fodder (sorry.) friends to lovers. misunderstandings.

— part two of i dreamt you loved me. quick warning: i'm not exaggerating when i say i was braindead when i was writing this. it's bad but it's your problem now <3

you thought you were being honest with yourself when you said you’d be fine.

you understood, truly—that you would miss him more than you should, even when he's so close. you think, if you message him, he'd reply anyway; but all your messages remain unsent, kept hidden the way you think your feelings should’ve been kept.

it’s a frustrating thing, to remind yourself every day that you don’t need nagi no matter how much you miss him; to tell yourself you don’t miss the comfort of his presence, the warmth of his lips mumbling against the pulse on your neck, his calm voice keeping you earthed.

it’s not even supposed to be this way.

despite nagi approaching you that day, he doesn’t do it again. he’s across the room or running away from you the moment he notices you coming. while you keep pushing the distance, he keeps pulling.

you start wondering if you kept pushing, pushing, pushing–if you kept doing that, would you be too much of a bother already? if he was doing this much to avoid you, shouldn’t you just suck it up and walk away?

a week later, you don’t get any more time to decide. yukimiya is there, walking beside you as you enter your usual café, a charming smile on his lips.

“you go ahead and sit, i’ll order for us,” he offers, nodding towards the booth you always take.

you nod, “oh, my order, it’s—”

yukimiya arches an eyebrow, looking at you like you’re silly, “i got it, y/n.”

the feeling of your cheeks heating up is instantaneous. “well then,” you try again, taking your wallet out, “my payment.”

he keeps that expression, then he’s shaking his head. “i got it, y/n,” he stands his ground and you’re left to sigh, taking the defeat.

just as you take your seat, the door clings with the sound of someone entering. on instinct, you turn towards it only to feel your breath getting knocked out of you because nagi is there and he’s looking around the place like he’s searching for someone.

he keeps looking until meets your gaze (and maybe you still love him too much, because you could almost say for sure that his eyes brighten at the sight of you) and when he starts walking towards you, you think perhaps you’re having a fever dream.

“y/n.”

“nagi-kun,” you almost squeak, still surprised. nagi almost wants to wince, because you’ve only ever called him that when you were still unfamiliar with each other.

he reaches a hand towards his nape, a habit he does when he’s uncertain, “can i join you?”

you gape for a moment, confused, because there he is—the one you miss the most, the best friend you crave so badly—the one who left your feelings unanswered; yet you’re not even sure if you’re meant to say yes because yukimiya is there, walking towards you, stopping right beside nagi and placing your drinks on the table.

“oh,” you hear nagi, realizing you’re not alone.

yukimiya turns to him, his smile falters for only a split second you almost miss it, “ah, nagi-kun, yes?”

nagi only nods with tension brewing in the air, you kind of want to cry only because it feels as if you’ve found yourself at a shitshow of a situation. sighing, you smile apologetically at yukimiya. “come sit, yukki,” you hesitate before speaking again, “i think i should step out and talk to nagi for a moment though, is that okay?”

he nods despite the apprehensive look on his face. you stand, gesturing nagi towards the door.

when you’re outside, nagi is the first one to speak.

“we can just talk next time,” he offers, as if this wasn’t the first time in weeks that he’s even tried to talk to you.

he watches your lips curl into a frown, and he knows he’s said the wrong thing, “i just don’t wanna intrude in your… date?” he continues, sounding uncertain.

you laugh mirthlessly, “what do you mean, date?” you ask. you feel half hurt, half confused. you’re not sure why, but it feels like a punch to the gut that he’s telling you this as if he’s completely forgotten about your confession.

“oh, i just thought–he likes you, right? i thought you had something going on…”

“are you serious, sei? or have you forgotten?”

“forgotten what?”

your responding sigh let out is harsh, drawn out, and maybe if nagi had more empathy in him, he’d even hear the hurt, “that it’s you, sei. that i love you, and you’re–” your voice wavers, your initial sob is heavy, and nagi watches the way your face crumples, trying not to cry even though it’s futile, “you’re asking me if i like someone else when you know–”

“oh,” he trails off, his finger incessantly tapping at his thigh, a nervous tic.

“yeah, oh. i hate you and fuck you for that,” you tell him, except your voice is weak and there’s no real bite in your tone, “that’s fucked up, sei.”

“sorry,” he tells you, and he means it, no matter how much it seems he’s at a loss for words. he licks his lips before his mouth parts again, “i just mean,” he pauses, fumbling for the right words to say, “we’re friends first, before anything else, right? if you like him, you should give it a shot.”

you can’t help the exasperation when you react, tears free falling down the pavement beneath you, “is it that hard for you to acknowledge my feelings, sei?”

there’s nothing but the faint sound of the cafe inside and the hiccup of your sobs yet your heartbreak is deafening. right there, you realise it would hurt if he was around as much as it did when he wasn’t.

“just tell me this, nagi,” you exhale, trying to brave it, “why can’t it just be us?”

you don’t know how to feel when he answers you without thinking, like he knew this already. “i can’t reciprocate your feelings, y/n. i can’t be the boyfriend you want,” he tells you. it’s honest, as he always is, and it's a stalemate from there.

there’s a whimper of your hurt you try to bite back with your tongue before you nod one last time, “i should go back,” you tell him.

you’re walking away before he could say anything more.

it doesn't take long for you to realize that nagi is truly gone from you this time around.

while you try to move on, you tell yukimiya about your feelings, but he’s persistent, and he thinks it’ll be fine if it meant he even had a chance.

except it feels oddly empty sometimes, even when you find yourself in the affections of yukimiya. until february and march pass and you realize you're still willing nagi back, you grieved. your love, his absence, the futile attempt you'd made at untethering the red thread keeping you woven to him—you grieved it all.

the next month without him gone and you find yourself slipping away from yukimiya. you confess that you’ll probably love nagi for a long time and until then you couldn’t let him wait around for nothing.

soon enough, though, you find yourself hanging out with isagi at the cafe to catch up—something you could only usually do together since you can't find the will to join all three of them with nagi there.

this time, though, your heart wins.

“have you guys been hanging out with nagi lately?” you regret it as soon as you ask.

“you should just message him,” he replies, looking at you expectantly. but your reaction doesn’t fail him when you recoil at his suggestion.

“absolutely not, yoichi-kun,” you sigh. with a pout, you try again, “he’s free today, right? do you think he’d come here if you asked him to?”

he scratches at his cheek, “i can call him.”

it’s comical enough that he’s almost amused, the way your lips stretch to a wide grin as he slips his phone out to call nagi. but when the ringing stops and you hear nagi’s faint voice, you try not to pay attention to the phone call only because you don’t want to get your hopes up.

it’s quick, though. and isagi’s pausing to talk to you, “he’s asking if it’s fine with you, y/n?”

of course isagi tells him you’re there, but you nod anyway, because it sounds like he’s coming.

when nagi’s finally there, with bachira and reo with him, you don’t know why you’re so relieved; everything falls into place and the air is easy to breathe.

it’s late when everyone starts saying goodbye and you stay standing by the door of the cafe, wondering if everything is going to be okay from here.

“y/n,” nagi calls from beside you, “let’s walk back together.”

it’s not a question, but years of being friends with him tells you this is his way of letting you know he missed you. you chew at your lip, trying not to smile, because it feels like you have him back.

your smile wins with warmth filling your chest, “okay—yeah, i’d like that.”

he falls into step beside you, the silence is comfortable but there’s been so much left unsaid since you last saw him. you steal a quick glance, taking him in, you missed him so much that you’re not sure you should even bring it up anymore; like if it meant you’d have to eat your feelings just to keep him around, you would.

somehow, nagi senses your hesitation, taking the initiative to speak first, “it was really boring without you around.”

your heart skips a beat, treacherous, “really?” you reply, the smile evident in your voice.

he hums, “mm, didn’t have anyone to lean on when i sleep.”

“is that all i am to you?” you say lightly, laughing, but the words meant more than you intended and your laughter dies down. grimacing, you clear your throat, “sorry, i didn’t mean it like that.”

nagi only nods, his gaze intense as he looks at you. you continue, trying to ease the awkwardness, “i’m just glad we’re okay again, sei. and for what it’s worth, i probably don’t love you anymore.”

you try to save it with a lie, but your words hang between you like paperweight, and nagi's expression shifts slightly at your response.

he stops, urging you to look back at him. he takes a step towards you, so close you almost stumble back, hand reaching out to tilt your chin, just like that day when everything between you shifted. but then he speaks, his voice quiet and measured, "i do, though.”

it's a simple statement, but it carries a world of emotion with it, and you can see it etched on his face. he watches you when he says it, the gleam that appears in your eyes at his confession, "and i want you to feel the same again." his tone is confident, almost daring, something you can’t do anything about.

you can feel it, the depth of his desire, his insistence on everything he wanted; now it’s you, and you almost want to tell him you love him, still, that you never even stopped.

“but why are you telling me this?" your question is a whisper, hesitant. “you said you don’t want a relationship, sei…”

“i don’t think i mind if it’s with you.” the sincerity seeps through his voice even when he shrugs, his eyes are trained on your lips.

hope blooms within you and you think nagi can tell, because there’s a twitch of a smile on the corner of his lips.

he really wants to kiss you, but you’d probably be upset for real this time if he does, so he moves to press a kiss on your forehead instead before stepping away.

with your flustered expression though, you’d think he just kissed you and more.

it feels like home–nagi’s arms around you, the warmth of it, the comfort. it’s familiar but it feels so much more this time around.

"wanna hear something weird, sei?" you ask him softly, like you’re telling a secret.

nagi hums, his eyes closed. "what is it?" he asks, voice laced with sleep.

"when i missed you," you started, "i dreamt about you–i dreamt of you sitting in the kitchen telling me you couldn’t be bothered to eat, but that you really wanted me to cook for you.”

he opens his eyes, meeting your gaze, a small smile playing on his lips. “that’s how bad you missed me?”

you scrunch your face, not taking the bait, “no. maybe i was just hungry, sei.”

you feel nagi pull you closer, lips pressing to your shoulder blade, muttering against your skin, “i’m glad you’re here again, y/n.” and it sounds like i missed you then, too.

“me too, sei. i'm happy you're here.”

#nagi x reader #it is what it is guys #im closing my eyes n hitting post #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro #:: nagi #:: thread of fate

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rebeliz7 · 7 months

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AUGUST - DRABBLE #5

Drabble 5 - August, dreams II

…

“I tell you I love you, and that’s code for you to ignore all my texts?”

You wake up with a start, a scream getting caught somewhere in your throat and for a moment all you want to do is cry.

Wanda’s face’s still very much present in your mind, the dream you just had refusing to dissipate just yet. But all the pain, the pain you’re feeling in your chest feels so real that you have to leave your bed in a rush.

Daisy doesn’t stir as you leave the room completely and you’re grateful for that, mostly because you’re not sure if you’ll ever share with her these dreams you’ve been having lately.

“I love you too, you know?”

The phrase comes to you as your vision turns blurry, and you lean against the wall just outside of your bedroom for support.

Tears roll down your cheeks without a warning, as unbearable pain washes over you. The heartbreak only confuses you more, because it was just a dream--whatever you’re feeling doesn’t make any sense.

You’ve never dated Wanda, and she’s certainly never told you that she loves you.

…

“Ask me to stay.”

You wake up in a rush, sitting up and breathing elaborately. Wanda’s tear stained cheeks are still the only thing you can see, the begging undertone in her voice the only sound that rounds your mind as you struggle to focus on this reality.

“August is not over yet.”

The response comes to your mind out of nowhere and the heartbreak you felt before comes rushing back, hitting you and stealing your breath away one more time.

August.

What the hell happened in August?

…

“Hey, how are you feeling?” It takes you a moment to realize that you’re in the Medbay, and the person talking to you is Natasha.

“I found you unconscious in the hallway. Friday confirmed you collapsed, and I decided to bring you here for a check up.”

You had a dream and you left the room, you didn’t even know what you were going to do--you were heartbroken, just like you are right now.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” Natasha says, and you have to take a double look to be able to really see her.

“Feels like August all over again.” You tell her, and something changes.

The reaction is small, diminutive and any other person would have missed it. But you’re an agent, a spy and you catch the moment she decides to lie to you.

“What happened?” The door bursts open, and Wanda rushes inside the room frantically.

You watch her run to your bed, the worry in her eyes filling the room like a tangible thing, impossible to miss or hide.

“Ask me to stay.”

You feel the pain in your heart, constricting your chest, making it hard to breathe, you can almost feel her skin under your fingertips and it hurts to know that it’d never be true.

That it was just a dream.

Yes, you’ve harbored this crush on Natasha’s wife since the day you met her but you know nothing will ever happen, and you’re engaged to a wonderful person that you care deeply for.

“Is she okay? What did the doctor say? How are you feeling? Where’s the doctor?”

Wanda’s questions come in quick succession, her hand now resting on your shoulder, her eyes looking deeply into yours.

“I’m okay.” You tell her, and her chin trembles as she squeezes your shoulder lightly.

“What happened?” Daisy enters the room as well and she rushes to your bed, sits next to you and holds your hands before she kisses you quickly and softly.

“I’m okay.” You tell her, just as Wanda’s hand leaves your shoulder and you watch her crossing her arms, taking a couple of steps backwards.

She looks so out of place.

“You should have woken me.” Daisy tells you and she kisses you again, as if she can’t help it--as if she just wants to be touching you, feeling you.

But your eyes stray towards Wanda again and her eyes lock you in, making you lose your breath one more time.

Daisy is hugging you, she’s telling you something but you can’t look away because--because you’ve seen that look before.

“August isn’t over yet.”

The words, spoken in her voice invade your mind and you gasp as the feeling of her body sliding next to yours takes you by surprise.

August.

What the hell happened in August?

…

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #august

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just-an-anon-reader · 2 years

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Hugs, Gifts and PIZZA

Summary: Donnie hasn’t seen you for two weeks. He needs your hugs. Bad. But little does he know about the surprise in store for him

P.S. Hello again! Thank you all for the love on my first story! They really inspired me to continue writing! So here’s another Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader. I hope you enjoy. (≧∇≦）

He held his phone with trembling fingers as excitement coursed through his veins. It was the weekend, finally. And he was gonna ask you out, again. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve done something remotely romantic. Especially with you running off with your best friend, April O’Neil, every chance you got recently. And after two weeks of no hangouts or hugs from you, Donatello had a date plan. And it was going to be perfect, his calculations said so. All that was left was for you to say yes. So, with a shaky finger, he dialed up your number.

Ring...ring...ring...

“Hey, Dee!”

The sweet sound of your voice was enough to warm his cold-blooded body. He really did miss you. But of course, he’d have to die first before admitting that to anyone, especially Leo.

“Salutations my darling dearest, as it is soon to be the weekend, would you happen to be free tomorrow?”

“Oh Dee, I’m so sorry. I already got plans with April this weekend.”

To say that Donnie wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. But he couldn’t just tell you that! He can't just say that he was in desperate need of your hugs! He had a bad boy image to maintain.

“Oh! I...I see. Some other time then.” “Definitely! Oh, April’s here. I gotta go. Love ya Dee!”

With that, the call ended. He slumped down and sighed in defeat. Were you avoiding him? Or was April just much more fun to be with? Sure he was known to go on a tangent when it came to his tech, but you didn’t seem to mind. You even said it was part of his charm once.

“Oof what’s with the long face? I’m guessing it was a no, huh?”

Donnie could only nod his head in reply as Mikey squatted down next to him. Sensing his older brother’s distress, Mikey switched to Doctor Feelings.

“Awh Donnie it’s alright. I’m sure they’re just busy. Trust me, the moment they’re free they’ll come rushing into your arms.”

The purple-clad turtle gave his brother a look. The “really?” look. Mikey could only manage an awkward chortle to Donnie’s reaction to his failed attempt at comforting him. There was only one thing, other than you, that could stop his brother from moping.

“Come on Donnie, let's go watch Leo fail at a 14/40.”

“That does sound tempting."

With a sigh and a grunt, Donnie and Mikey made their way toward the living room to challenge Leo to do a 14/40. Just to watch him land on his face with a bowl of popcorn at their side.

Somewhere in New York...

“April! It's done!!”

The pigtailed brunette came bounding towards you and skidded to a halt as her eyes landed on the glimmering item in front of you. She grinned. Almost maniacally.

“You’ve done it! It’s beautiful...It’s time to put the plan in action.”

“Agreed...”

A few days later...

Donnie, after a thirty-eight-hour tech binge and a three-hour nap, stepped into the lair’s living room to find it void of his dummy-dumb brothers. Suspicious. Even more so when he found his father’s glutei maximi not parked on its usual spot in front of the projector. This is most suspect indeed.

“I haven’t had my morning dose of caffeine. So whatever prank this may be better be AFTER I get my cup in.”

His voice echoed through the empty lair as it bounced against its walls. With a huff, he groggily made his way to the kitchen. Which, definitely was not suspicious, was caked in pitch blackness. Donnie groaned. Was a peaceful caffeinated morning too hard to ask for? Feeling around the darkness with hands outstretched, he felt the switch and flicked it on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNIE!”

That girlish scream you heard? It wasn’t from Donnie, no of course not. Must’ve been Leo.

“Hey, Dee! Happy birthday!”

Your present wrapped in purple paper with a cute violet ribbon in hand, you smiled and lifted your arms towards him. Silently asking for a hug. You’re lucky he loves you. And that he DESPERATELY needed your hugs.

“Come on, bring it in.”

Giddily, you wrap your arms around him. Cheek against his plastron as you give him a gentle squeeze which he reciprocates.

“Ugh come on! Don’t get mushy-wushy in front of the pizza!”

Leo grumbled, making choking sounds as if to make a point.

“Don’t mind the lovebirds fellas cuz it’s gift-giving time!”

Mikey was the first to give his. From somewhere behind him, he pulls a well-made wooden bust sculpture of Donnie. The likeness to its life model was uncanny. Second was Raph, with his Jupiter Jim plush toy. The newest bunk buddy. Next was April, with a new library card from her school. The premium kind. Then Splinter. Though he didn’t exactly have a gift. He just patted Donnie on the head. But man was this purple-clad turtle ECSTATIC. Last but not the least, was you.

“So...mine might not be as great as theirs, but I hope you like it.”

Pulling out the purple box from behind you, you gently place it in his hands. Carefully untying the bow, the box opens to reveal a beautiful, handmade purple satin jacket. On the back, embroidered in cursive were the words “Othello Von Ryan” along with his trademark.

“Did you make this?”

“I’m sorry for missing out on date nights. I had to ask April with the sewing.”

Only then did he notice the band-aids that littered your hands. There were too many for his liking. With a frown, Donnie slips on his new jacket and takes both your hands. Softly, he pressed a kiss on each palm. You giggled. A blush rising from the base of your neck to the tips of your ears.

“Ugh! Stop being a simp already!!”

“Scoff! I am NOT a simp. Also...why are you suspiciously nice today?”

“Hey! I’m always nice. And besides, call it, my birthday gift. From one twin to another.”

How suspect. Noticing you fidgeting from the corner of his eye, he gave you the look. The “I know you know something” look.

“So...you know how since you’re twins you both have to share birthdays? And how you get pranked every year? So I sorta...” “You didn’t” “I did” “What did it cost?” ... “Hegetstoeatasliceoutofyourshareofthepizzaforayear” ... “HE GETS WHAT?!!!! YOU SAID YES TO THAT??” “I love you?”

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise!donnie #x reader #Leo being sus #today is not his birthday but google won’t tell me when #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt x reader

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where you’re bam’s sister and become pregnant with johnny’s baby. (requested)

Warnings: jackass related topics, swearing, bam being bam, pregnancy, brother bam, fluff, angst, age gap (reader is 24, johnny is 33 - not really mentioned)

Word Count: 4.1k

Do not repost this anywhere.

To say you were the happiest you had been in a long time would be a massive understatement.

You were beyond happy, ecstatic, even.

However, there was a downside to your happiness.

While you were the happiest you’ve ever been, your brother, Bam, was the most pissed off he’s ever been. And it was half your fault and half Johnny’s.

Bam didn’t know what to expect when he offered you the option to tag along with him one day when he was filming the first Jackass movie. He thought that you’d find the experience boring, traumatic, even, and was sure that you’d skip out on the next time he asked if you wanted to come with him to the set again.

The number one thing he never expected was for one of his castmates to fall in love with you - and he didn’t expect you to feel the same way Johnny fucking Knoxville felt about you.

It was cruel, really. The one time he decided to be a good brother and involve you in the craze that was his job, you start a relationship with one of his best friends.

You weren’t all to blame, though. Bam had spoken about you to Johnny countless of times, describing you as his pretty, too kind for her own good, sister who had no business getting swept up in the drama that comes with being a ‘celebrity’. He wanted to protect you from all that, shield you from the harsh reality that was his world.

But, the second someone found out about Bam Margera’s little sister being involved with Johnny Knoxville, you were outed to the whole world. And gone was your privacy.

While Johnny tried to keep it a private relationship, keeping his interactions with you in public as minimal and friendly as possible, he had no control over the swarm of articles that he woke up to one morning, his arm sore from having you lay on it all night.

At his sudden tenseness, you questioned what was wrong, only to find out that your private relationship was now public, and it was all anyone could talk about.

You wanted to be mad, but it was now officially out that Johnny Knoxville was taken and off the market. How could you be mad when it was you who he had chosen to settle down with?

Sure, you felt bad that Bam wasn’t happy with the relationship. You had always seeked his approval for your past boyfriends, none of which he cared for, and you thought that since he not only cared for Johnny, but knew him as well, he would accept your relationship almost as soon as it formed.

But you were wrong.

It was nearing five in the afternoon when you bounced your way down the stairs, nearly bumping into Bam who was going up. He had his phone in his hand, his thumb on the keypad as he looked up at you from his spot on the stair. “Hey,” he greeted you. “Want me to order pizza for dinner?”

“Um,” you trailed off. “Sure, if you want. Maybe you can share it with Dunn and Jess.”

It was only then that Bam noticed the bag you brought with you whenever you were sleeping over at a friend’s house in your hand. His brow raised, already knowing exactly who you were going to see. “Where are you going?” He asked, the look on your face answering the question. “Knoxville’s place? Again?”

“Yes, again,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, walking down the last few steps. “We’re dating, remember? Couples normally see each other more than once a week.”

Bam copied you by giving you an eyeroll of his own. “Thanks, I had no idea,” he says. “But you were just with him yesterday. How come you and I and Jess can never hang out as actual siblings for once? He’s never here, and now I hardly see you anymore thanks to Knoxville.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you slip on your shoes, leaning against the wall as you tie them. “We see each other all the time. We live together, and have been for twenty four years now,” you point out, standing up straight once the laces were tied. “And as for Jess, he’ll be home for the next two weeks. We can have a pizza night tomorrow, if you want.”

“Fine,” Bam mutters, turning his back to you. “Tell your boyfriend I said hi.”

With one hand on the doorknob, you let out a sigh as you watch your brother sulk up the stairs. “You know, one day you’re gonna have to accept our relationship,” you call out to him, making him pause on the middle step. “He makes me happy, okay? I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Bam gives you a look of disgust, shaking his head afterwards. “That’s awesome,” he said. “As long as you’re happy.” And with that, he disappeared upstairs.

The conversation stuck with you all the way to Johnny’s house. Even as you were sitting next to the man himself, tucked protectively under his arm, your mind was elsewhere. “Hey,” his voice broke you out of your thoughts. “What’s got you so distracted today?”

You shake your head, chewing on your lip in slight embarrassment. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “I was just thinking about Bam. He really doesn’t like us being together.”

Johnny laughed, kissing the side of your head. He kept his mouth pressed to your hair as he said the next words, making them come out muffled, “Well, he’s just going to have to deal with it,” he pulled away to be able to look you in the eye. “We’ve been together for seven months now. He’s lucky he doesn’t know that I popped your cherry a few months back.”

At his words, your face heats up and you shrink into his side, a warmth spreading throughout your entire body. This guy could never be too serious for too long.

Johnny laughed at your reaction, his hand sliding down your body to poke at your side. “That would probably be his breaking point, us sleeping together,” when the tip of his index finger pressed against the skin of your stomach, you jolted forward, an uneasy feeling seeping into your lower torso. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, sitting up with you as you hunched over, your arms wrapping around your frame.

“No,” you say through gritted teeth, exhaling shakily as you try to breathe through the sudden wave of nausea. “No, I’m okay. I’m good.” You push through it and sit back once again, making Johnny raise a brow.

“Are you sure?” He asked, hesitating to wrap his arm around you again. You force out a laugh and grab his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and lacing your fingers together. “Do you feel sick?”

“I’m fine,” you assure him, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I promise.”

You bid Jess a goodbye as he once again had to leave for his job, before walking back to the living room on shaky legs.

You hear Bam bolt down the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door opening. He shouts a quick ‘bye’ to his older brother before the door is slammed shut, making you jump slightly from your place on the couch.

Bam soon walked into the room, his eyes landing on your figure almost instantly. He would’ve walked past you had he not taken notice of your shaking figure and the way your face was glistening with a light layer of sweat. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, sitting next to you and placing his palm flat against your forehead. “What’s wrong?”

If you weren’t feeling like death itself, you would’ve swatted his hand away as soon as it made contact with your skin, but clearly that was something you couldn’t do at this moment. “I don’t feel well,” you whimper, wrapping your arms tighter around your middle. “God, it hurts.”

Bam removes his hand from your head, wiping away the small bit of sweat that gathered on it on his pants. “What does? Your stomach?” When you nod in response, Bam tried to move your arms, but you just shook your head and sunk further into the cushion. “How long has it been hurting?”

You shrug as best as you could. “Few weeks,”

“A few weeks?” Bam repeats your words, not bothering to hide the shock mixed with annoyance in his voice. “Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

“I thought it would go away,”

“Yeah? How’d that work out for ya?” Bam shook his head as he stood up, feeling the pockets of his pants for his keys. “Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Bam, really, I-”

“Shut up,” he cut you off, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

“What?” Your ears were burning as you tried to process the words that were being spoken to you.

“Honey, this is great news!” The doctor said in a cheerful voice, clearly not reading the room.

You blink at her from your hunched over position. “I’m….what?”

“Two months pregnant!” She smiled at you. You begin to hyperventilate at the confirmation, your breathing becoming quick and unsteady. “Oh, sweetie, you shouldn’t hunch over like that, you’ll crush the baby!” She walks over to you and places her hands on your arms, gently lifting you into a stiffer seated position.

“I’ll what?” You failed to clue in that she was just joking.

“That was just a joke, honey,” she laughed awkwardly. “I can see you’re a bit tense at the moment and wanted to lighten the mood.”

You shake your head. “Oh, my God,” you mumble. “What will they think?”

The question burned in your mind on your way back to the waiting room. ‘They’, obviously being Bam and Johnny. Would Johnny want to have a baby with you? Will he leave you? Will Bam kill Johnny for knocking up his little sister? Will Bam still talk to you after this?

“Hey,” Bam stood up from the plastic chair once he saw you enter the room. “How’d it go? Is everything okay?”

You couldn’t tell him, not now. You couldn’t.

So, you wipe away the terrified look you had been wearing since you received the news and nod. “Yep,” you say, your voice nearly betraying you with how forced it sounded. “It’s just a common flu. I should be better in a few days.”

At that, Bam sighs in relief. “Okay, good,” he says as you begin to make your way back to the entrance. “What now?”

“Rest,” you tell him as the automatic doors open. “Now I just need to rest.”

And figure out how the hell to tell you I’m pregnant.

“Please say something,” you were begging for any indication on how he was feeling.

Is he mad? Pissed? Excited? You had no clue as Johnny’s mouth seemed stuck open and had been since you told him you were two months pregnant.

You huff quietly, furrowing your brow in frustration. “Johnny, please, talk to me,” you pleaded. “Anything, anything at all would help.”

Johnny shook his head, seeming to have broken himself out of the trance he was in. He swallowed harshly, looking over at you from your spot beside him on the couch. “Are you sure? I mean, how do you know?”

“I went to the hospital,” you begin, looking away from your boyfriend. “Well, Bam pretty much forced me to go when he found out I hadn’t been feeling well lately, and-”

“You haven’t been feeling well?” Johnny cut you off with a question. “Is that why you haven’t let me touch you for the past two weeks?”

At your look of guilt, it all started to make sense to him.

“Yeah, sorry,” you trail off, meeting his eyes once again when you realized that he had yet to tell you how he felt about the whole situation. “The doctor confirmed it. But, Johnny, I need to know what you’re thinking about all this. Are you mad at me?”

Johnny’s face dropped at your words, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Mad at you?” He asked, slightly insulted at your question. “Baby, why would I be mad at you? We’re going to be parents! This is good, right?”

He tugged on your hands, his words calming your racing heart more than he would ever know. “R-right,” you nodded, raising a brow in surprise. “I just thought you wouldn’t want me to have this baby. We haven’t been together for that long and this is a pretty permanent thing.”

Johnny shook his head, pulling you into a hug. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his chin pressing against the top of your head. “Of course I want you to have this baby. I want you to have our baby,” he continued to assure you, providing you with the comfort you desperately needed. “Yeah, we’ve been together for seven months, but I think I’ve made the way I feel about you pretty clear, haven’t I?”

You nodded against his chest, your fingers twisting his shirt. “Yeah,”

Johnny pulled away, keeping his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. “I love you and I’m so excited to do this with you, I promise. This kid is going to have the best parents ever,” you laugh tearfully at his words, pressing the heel of your hand against your eyes to stop the tears from falling.

“I haven’t even told Bam yet,” you whisper, looking back up at Johnny while wiping your hand on your sweatpants. “He’s going to kill me.”

Johnny waved off your words, taking your hand in his. “He’ll have to deal with me first,” he said, giving you his signature smile. “Move in with me.”

The sudden change of subject caught you off guard and you let out a small, surprised laugh. “What?”

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Been wanting to ask you for a while now, I think this is a pretty good time, no?”

You grinned up at him, snuggling into his side. “Yeah,” you hum in agreement. “I think now is the perfect time.”

“I can’t believe you’re moving in with him,” Bam muttered as he grabbed yet another box from the car.

You roll your eyes as you tug your suitcase behind you. “Are you going to say that with every trip into the house?” You ask as you both enter Johnny’s house. “You would think that it has been processed completely in your head by now.”

He eyed you, his brows pressing together in a way that showed you how much he didn’t care for your words. He looked at your outfit and further furrowed his brows. “What’s with the sweater? It’s hot as fuck outside.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your shirt. It was one of Johnny’s as his clothes were much bigger on you and covered your growing bump quite well. You should’ve known that Bam would’ve pointed it out sooner or later. “I was cold earlier and haven’t taken it off yet,” that sounded like a decent lie, right?

Bam just shook his head. He turned left and entered the living room, putting the box down near the couch as he watched Johnny silently struggle with building the dresser he bought for you. Oddly enough, he never bought one for himself since he moved into this house. Instead, he just kept his hundreds of t-shirts and jeans in his closet. “Hey, Bam,” Johnny said as he held onto the piece of wood tightly, trying to come off as if he wasn’t severely struggling. “Feel like helping me out?”

You hold back a laugh as you lean the suitcase up against the wall. “Yeah, sure,” Bam mumbled as he made his way over to his friend. “You got the rest of the boxes?” He asked, glancing behind him and meeting your eyes.

“Yeah, I got ‘em,” you say as you lean against the doorframe. You watched for a bit as Bam seemed to drop his grumpy look and actually started to give Johnny a chance, something that made your heart leap in happiness.

Before they could catch you staring, you turned back around and grabbed the rest of the boxes and bags.

Months have gone by since you moved in with Johnny, and today you had the house to yourself. He went out to pick up some stuff to renovate the spare room and make it suitable for the baby and you decided to stay back and clean out the room. You were trying to help out as much as you could, but you were nearing your sixth month, and things were getting harder and harder to do by yourself.

Dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats, you were halfway down the stairs when the front door opened. It was in clear view from your spot on the stairs, but before you could call out to your boyfriend, the person who opened the door had any and all words becoming caught in your throat.

“Bam..”

He closed the door behind him, not looking up from his phone as he typed out what you could only assume to be a text. Once it was sent, he tucked the phone in his pocket before finally looking up at your frozen figure on the stairs. “Hey, is Knoxville home? We need to go over some stunts for the new movie-” he cuts himself off when he notices your round belly. “What the fuck.”

There was, quite literally, nothing you could do to hide the fact that you were pregnant and had been for the last five months. So, you say the only thing you could think of, “Jesus, Bam, don’t you know how to knock?”

He stepped closer once you resumed your walk down the stairs. “You’re pregnant?”

You inhale sharply, guilt seeping into you when you knew you’d have to tell him that you lied to him at the hospital. “Yes,”

“What the fuck, Y/n? How long? When did this even happen?” He was shooting out one question after the other and it made your head spin.

“A while, Bam,” you trailed off, scratching your neck. “I’ve been pregnant for a while.”

He glared at you. “How long is a while?”

Deciding to just get it over with, you huff out a breath and stand a bit straighter. “Five months,”

His eyes widened even more. “Five months? When the fuck did you even find out?”

“Like three months ago…with… you,”

Bam gave you a confused look, shaking his head slightly. “With me?” Then it clicked. “I took you to the hospital and you told me it was the flu. You lied to me?”

At your silence, Bam got his answer.

“Why would you lie to me?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this,” you mutter, taking your brother by surprise. “You never accepted my relationship with Johnny. Never even gave it a chance. How was I supposed to tell you when I was terrified you’d never talk to me again?”

“What were you expecting, Y/n?” The way he said your name felt like a stab directly to your heart. He sounded as if he was beyond disappointed, and if you were being honest, you didn’t blame him one bit. “What, four months from now when you have the fucking thing - were you planning on hiding it from me then, too? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared,” your voice was barely a whisper at this point.

“That doesn’t matter, I could’ve- I-” his hand came up to tug on his hair. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me for three months. I don’t even know who you are right now.”

His words brought out a whimper from you and you reached out to him. He stepped away and turned around, opening the door and slamming it behind him.

You step back and sit down on one of the steps, trying to calm your breathing down as you feel the hot sting of tears form in your eyes.

An hour passes by before you hear the front door open once again. Still sitting on the second stair from the bottom, you look up with teary eyes and meet Johnny’s. He had a smile on his face that faded as soon as he saw the tear streaks on your face.

He dropped the bag on the floor next to the still open door and moved quickly to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

You blinked back more tears as you held onto his shirt tightly. “Bam came over today,” you begin and already Johnny felt like he knew where this was going. “He knows, Johnny. He saw me.” You pressed a hand to your belly and Johnny watched as you held back a sob.

He tugged you closer to him. “What did he say?”

“He doesn’t know who I am anymore,” you whispered. “He’s so mad at me, Johnny, he’s so disappointed. I lied to him.”

Johnny shook his head. “Probably because you knew he’d act like this,” he muttered, more to himself but you still heard him.

“I feel so bad. This should be something I share with my brother,” you whimpered. “Now he wants nothing to do with me.”

“You don’t know that, right?” He asked and you just shrugged. “And if it means anything, the guys are so happy for us. Steveo says he’s going to be the best uncle to our kid, he can’t wait to meet him or her. You’ve got a whole team behind you. Bam will come around eventually.”

“But I lied to him,” you point out.

“And he’ll get over it,” Johnny assured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

His words, like always, provide you with comfort and you nod, moving so you are sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Days go by, and Bam has successfully ignored every single one of your calls. You hadn’t spoken to him since he found out about your pregnancy, and not being in contact with your brother was slowly driving you insane.

You wanted him to be a part of this chapter in your life as you knew he’d be a great uncle, but how could you fix your relationship with him when he was constantly dodging your calls?

Today was the sixth month mark, or so they say, and you were scheduled for a checkup. Johnny grabbed the keys from off the table beside the door and placed his hand on the small of your back. As soon as the door was opened, you were met with the sight of your brother.

He was about to knock, seeming to have learned his lesson from last time, and dropped his hand when he saw the two of you. “Hi,” was all he said.

“Hey, Bam,” Johnny answered for the both of you.

Bam noticed both your attires and asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Um, just a checkup.”

Your brother nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “That’s… good,”

Furrowing your brows, you refrained from reaching out and hugging the guy you missed more than you care to admit. “Bam, I’m sorry,” you settle on saying instead. “I shouldn’t have lied to you and kept this from you for so long. Can you forgive me?”

Bam avoided eye contact with Johnny as he slowly nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just pissed off,”

At the rare apology, you smile and discreetly wipe away a single tear that managed to fall. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” you say and step forward, wrapping your arms around him. Surprisingly, he returned the hug with nearly as much desperation. He meets Johnny’s eye and gives him a small nod. “You should come with us, if you want.” You offer once you pull away.

Bam nodded. “Sure, okay,” he answered. He stepped away and watched as Johnny helped you down the few steps that led to the walkway. “You guys are good together. This kid’s gonna have some pretty cool parents.”

The words of his approval made you tear up again and you glance at Johnny, who looked shocked as well. “Thanks, Bam,” he once again answered for the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “They’re going to have a pretty cool uncle, too.”

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville imagines #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass #jackass 3 #jackass 2 #jackass 3d #jackass imagines #jackass x reader #bam margera imagine #bam margera imagines

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 11 months

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Nosiness Isn’t a Virtue

A.N: One-shot with the same artistReader as in the series Once upon a Time which can be found on my Genshin Impact MasterList.

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“Huh, you’ve been going out in the evenings a lot here lately.” Kaveh remarked as he came out of his study, holding his mug, in time to see Alhaitham open the front door.

“Seeing as I own this house, I can leave whenever I feel like and not report to you. Meanwhile, you, on the other hand, don’t ever have to report to me if you move out.”

Kaveh just glowered at him, “I make one passing short remark, and you blow it up as usual.”

“Then mind your business.”

“I was until you got sassy with me! Now where have you been going these past couple of evenings?” Kaveh laughed suddenly, “Not like you’re going on a date, and you don’t do overtime. So what, Pupsa Cafe having an event I don’t know about?”

Alhaitham just stared at Kaveh over his shoulder for a long moment.

“What?”

“If you must know, yes, you had it right the first time. I’m going on a date, with my girlfriend.” With that, he stepped out the door and shut it.

Kaveh scoffed as he heard Alhaitham lock the door, “A date! Please. What self-respecting woman would date him? You don’t have to come up with such a common lie!”

Kaveh went to step towards the kitchen before he paused. Wait, this is Alhaitham we were talking about here. He had no need to create a lie just to appease the masses. Equally, he could have just left it at ‘None of your business.’ Even more than that, he didn’t have to say anything, and just walked out.

Kaveh’s eyes bugged as he slammed the mug he was holding onto a random surface and ran for the door. He locked the door behind him before quickly looking around for Alhaitham.

The only logical explanation for all of this was that the feeble scholar was in fact telling the truth!!

He did have a date, with a young lady. The only reason he would mention it, would be that he expected Kaveh to treat it like a joke.

“Has to be joke! Has to be!” Kaveh murmured, refusing to believe there was any truth to his words until he verified it with his own eyes, “There was just no way!”

He was about three seconds to giving up as he twisted this way and that, when he finally spotted that that familiar green. He ducked out of sight and peered closely, rolling his eyes.

Alhaitham was sitting on the bench by a tavern, reading.

“So typical. He needs a life.” Kaveh muttered.

Five minutes passed and Kaveh growled, “He really was lying! He is just reading!”

The architect was ready to give up and leave when suddenly:

“Hey, Alhaitham! Sorry I’m late!”

Kaveh got whip lashed when he saw a young woman wave to Alhaitham as she approached him. Alhaitham stood, shutting the book and putting it away.

Who was that young woman? Kaveh watched amazed as you smiled up at Alhaitham, who returned it ever so slightly. Wait, he needed to get closer! This had to be a carefully crafted prank! He tried his best to get closer without being seen.

“Sorry about that! Meeting with my client ran overtime.”

“Not a big deal. Not like it happens all the time. Did you want to go in to eat now or…?”

“I’m not quite hungry. How about we walk around a little first?”

“Agreed.”

Kaveh’s mouth parted as he darted out of view. A shop owner gave him a weird look. Wait, Alhathiam was being considerate? Had the whole world gone mad?

“How was your day, Acting Grand Master?” you teased.

Alhaitham sighed, “I will be glad when they finally assigned a new Grand Master. I have to monitor the Inter-Darshan Championship next month. It’s mandatory, they said, as Acting Grand Master. Great, more work I do not need.”

You giggled, “Well, when you are assigned back to Scribe, let me know and I’ll throw you a party.”

“Please don’t.”

“Come on, you know me. You know that just means I’ll cook a meal for us, and we’ll spend a quiet evening together, just the two of us.”

Kaveh choked on air. Alhaitham actually had a young lady willing to cook for him? Just how long had he been hiding you? And how did Kaveh miss it all this time?

Kaveh vibration of anger stalled when he saw Alhaitham give you a small smile.

“That sounds agreeable.” the scholar replied.

Kaveh choked on air and coughed as his eyes bugged, “It’s official, the world is ending…..”

“Kaveh, what are you doing?”

Kaveh jumped a foot in the air and whirled around to see Cyno looking at him reproachfully. Just then you looked up to see Cyno and waved. Alhaitham turned to see who you were waving too and rolled his eyes at who he found. You frowned at him. Did he know that blonde haired man? Or was he rolling his eyes at Cyno?

You trailed down towards Cyno, “Hey, Cyno, you aren’t on the clock, are you?”

Cyno folded his arms, “I just got off, on my way home, and found this miscreant disrupting public order.”

Alhaitham folded his arms, “Book him, then.”

You frowned up at Alhaitham in confusion. He wasn’t generally this hostile towards people.

“Stop acting like you two don’t know me!” Kaveh pouted, “Anyway…” He smiled at you, “My name is Kaveh. And you are?”

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you. Are you all friends?”

“No!” both Cyno and Alhaitham stated.

“Yes!” Kaveh said at the same time.

You blinked. Did you accidentally get into a situation?

Alhaitham sighed, “Y/N, Kaveh isn’t really worth noting, but he’s my roommate.”

Kaveh looked shocked that Alhaitham admitted it to a newbie so suddenly. But then again, this was the man who brought home the Traveler one day randomly. He hissed at him, “That is supposed to be a secret.” He looked around furtively hoping no one heard that.

Your eyes lit with recognition, “Ahh, so you're that infamous roommate.”

Kaveh felt a bead of sweat go down his back. Exactly what has Alhaitham been telling you? He needed to turn his impression of him around, and fast.

Cyno’s eyes narrowed, “That doesn’t explain why you were stalking them.”

“I wasn’t…stalking!”

“You were following us because you were nosy, I take it.” Alhaitham interjected.

“I wasn’t…I was….wait, you could tell?”

“So you admit it!” Cyno asked.

“No!” Kaveh cried before looking at Alhaitham, “How did you know?”

“There is nothing about you that is subtle.”

Kaveh glanced nervously towards you, who had a small smirk on your face. Why was this rather amusing, and you had just met him? You glance at Alhaitham to see he looked annoyed, but then again he looked that way 99% of the time.

“I believe I can explain this.” Alhaitham turned to Cyno, “See, I told him, I had a date with my girlfriend, and he didn’t believe me.”

Cyno’s eyes took on a look of understanding, “I see.”

“Wait, why aren’t you surprised? This is Alhaitham, we are talking bout here.”

But Kaveh got distracted by your head snapping up toward Alhaitham with wide eyes. Why did you seem so shocked? Wait, did you even know about this development?

“G-g-girlfriend?” you stuttered.

Alhaitham looked down at you, “Yes, girlfriend. I didn’t stutter.”

Kaveh watched in awe as you slowly ducked your head, a smile spreading on your face.

Alhaitham cocked his head, “Is that alright?”

You nodded, twittering on your feet, “Yes, it’s fine.”

Cyno spoke, “Kaveh, this isn’t news. I already knew they were dating.”

Kaveh gaped at Cyno before looking at you and Alhaitham, “How?”

“Y/N knows Tighnari and Collei. They told me she was dating Alhaitham.”

“So I’m the last one to find out?!”

Alhaitham snorted, “I wasn’t aware that I had to keep you updated on my love life!”

“You are incapable of having a love life!” snapped Kaveh.

You bristled at that, raising your head to glare at the architect, “Why?”

Kaveh realize what he implied and backtracked, “I’m sure you are a lovely lady, Y/N. But this is Alhaitham, he’s not exactly sociable. He’s snappish and keeps to himself.”

“He likes to mind his own business and have a meaningful use of his time. So do I. Point?” You returned.

You returned it so quickly, Kaveh was at a lost for words. He looked at Cyno.

“I’m not in this conversation. Since it seems you aren’t currently disrupting the public order, I’ll let it slid and be on my way. Don’t cause any more trouble, Kaveh.” Cyno stated before exchanging goodbyes with you and walking off.

There was an awkward pause, where Kaveh turned back towards you and Alhaitham all the while sneaking peaks at you.

Finally you raised an eyebrow, “Do we have a problem, or something?

“No! No! Definitely not! It’s just…interesting.” Kaveh stated, “Let me get this straight: You actually like this lug?”

You glanced up at Alhaitham before dipping your head, “Yes, I do.”

Kaveh looked between the two of you as if he could not believe it. Alhaitham had an impeccable mask as he just stared drolly at Kaveh, “This foolishness has made me hungry. How about you Y/N?”

You nodded. You didn’t get very far on your walk but with all the commotion, you found yourself to be hungry now.

Alhathaim gave a strong nod before glaring at Kaveh, “Then we will be on our way.”

Kaveh glared, “I want to get to know this saint of a woman.”

You busted out laughing, “Saint of a woman? How’d you figure that?”

“Saint of a woman. Any woman who willingly puts up with whatever this is….” He gestured to Alhaitham, “...has to be a truly incredible woman and I want to get to know her.”

Alhaitham snorted, “Well, it won’t be tonight and beside we are going to a restaurant. Where they pay with mora. Mora you don’t have.”

Kaveh glared harshly at Alhaitham and would have said something if not for your laugh, “Yes, we really must be going so perhaps another time we can chat.”

Kaveh gave a stunning smile, “I shall hold you to that, my lady!”

“Please don’t.” sighed Alhaitham, “I don’t want to suffer him any more than I already do.”

“You don’t have to be there.”

“Like I’d leave you alone with her.”

“Why? Afraid, she’ll wake up and find there is better out there.”

“No problem with that. Better has mora, you don’t.”

“Must you bring that up time and time again?”

“You keep living in my house. You have a debt to me now, a mile long now. Yes, I’m keeping track of it. You literally have no mora and if you do, I ask, why are you still at my house?

“Pipe down! I don’t want anyone else to know and I’m working on it!”

“When?”

“I was working when you left!”

“Then why are you here? You got distracted didn’t you? Curiosity became so great that you let it override the time you need to try to collect some mora. Nosiness is not a virtue, you know.”

By now you were laughing so hard you had to lean into Alhaitham to try not to make a fool of yourself. You buried your face in his arm as you stifled your laughter. This distracted Kaveh as he watched in awe once more. He was really anxious to figure out where your head was at.

You finally lifted your face and looked at between two of them, mirth still lurking, “Is it always like this?”

“Every single day.” Alhaitham sighed.

“I try, just so you know.” Kaveh told you, “I try to be the bigger person but no, he doesn’t let you!”

You gave a lopsided grin, “To be fair, this could have been avoided if you hadn’t followed us. Sounds kind of nosy if you ask me.”

Kaveh’s mouth dropped and Alhaitham smirked at this. Were you more like this feeble scholar than he thought? Was that why you liked him?

“Close your mouth and go back, Kaveh. Stop disrupting public order. I’m not wasting anymore of our date time on you!” Alhaitham stated before tapping you on the arm.

“I’ll see you around, Kaveh!” You stated as you walked ahead and around Kaveh.

Kaveh finally breathed, “I swore the world just shifted and bounce. I felt it!”

With a shake of his head he walked back to Alhaitham’s house. When he turned on the doorknob he ‘ahhed’, and reach for his key….

…that he didn’t have.

Kaveh resisted the urge to scream, “Wait!! Alhaitham took both keys again and I locked the door!!”

Meanwhile, after your dinner, Alhaitham pulled out his pouch of mora to pay when a key fell out. You picked it up and after he was doing situating the bill, you handed it to him.

Looking at it he grimace, “I suppose I took both key sets again.”

“Both?”

Alhaitham pulled out his own key set, making you laugh, “Even your subconscious wants him out of the house.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fanfic #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #cyno #kaveh

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months

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Jealousy pt.2- Miyuki x gn!Reader

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Recovery date: February 22nd, 2022

Description: I really loved your hcs for Miyuki and Chris! Could I request an angsty thing (hc or scenario, whichever you’re comfortable with) about Miyuki getting jealous for whatever reason and distancing himself from his s/o? Maybe a bit of fluff at the end so it doesn’t hurt too much 🥲🥲🥲

Notes: Recovered in conjunction with research @curlyzensei, we thank them for their contribution. The first entry is available here.

Word count: 2 155

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“Did you reach him?” Y/N asked, dropping down next to Mei.

They found it strange that Mei was frowning at their phone.

He handed it back and shrugged.

“I got voicemail, he’s probably still practicing,” he smiled.

“Hmph, you’d think he’d try and pick up. I get he’s got a lot on his plate, but he seemed kind of down over the break,” they huffed, rummaging through their bag.

“It’s Miyuki, he only thinks about baseball,” Mei snickered.

“Ya, which reminds me, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

“Hey!” Mei whined. “You’re so mean,” he draped himself across Y/N, “this is why Kazuya’s avoiding you.”

Y/N stopped fiddling with their bag.

“What?”

“Why do you think he’s ignoring me,” Y/N frowned. “I think he’d know if I was ignoring me.”

“I mean, when was the last time you two talked?” Y/N stared at him. “That wasn’t over the break?”

The two stayed in silence for a moment before Y/N checked their phone.

“Mei get off me, it’s late.”

“No.”

“Meeii,” they warned, drawing out his name.

“Nooo, come stay with me! Let’s have a sleepover,” he laughed, not wanting to end their talk on a sour note.

“You’re such a child,” Y/N smirked, pushing him off their lap and laughing as he hit the floor.

Slinging their bag over their shoulder, Y/N carefully stepped over Mei and headed towards the school gates.

“Bye Mei!” They called, waving over their shoulder.

“Bye Y/N, tell your aunt I say hi!”

“Will do!”

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Mei huffed in exhaustion as he grabbed another ball to pitch into the net.

It was Sunday, and practice had let out for the day, and like Y/N had said, his plans were baseball. Someone would have to drag him out of here by his shirt if they needed him.

His wind up was cut off by his ringtone.

“Huh?” He accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear. “Hey Kazuya, Y/N’s not with me right now so-”

“I…”

“Mhm?” Mei dragged the ball basket over to the net and began picking them up.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Are you dying?” Mei frowned, pausing for a second.

Miyuki rarely wanted to talk to him, especially one on one. Mei always had to start conversations with him, and even then Miyuki always seemed annoyed.

“Uh, I might be,” he chuckled nervously. “That depends, how mad is Y/N?”

“Suuuper mad,” Mei said, annoyance heavy in his voice. “They never want to speak with you ever again and they hope you drop dead!”

“Wait seriously?!” Miyuki yelled.

“No you idiot!” Mei yelled back. “Upset? Yes. Hurt? Definitely. But I don’t think they could ever be mad at you. Now answer a question for me.”

“I will not tell you anything about our team, give it up.”

“Wa- Hey! Is baseball really the only thing you think I think about?!”

“I mean…”

“Don’t hesitate!” Miyuki chuckled on the other end of the phone, and Mei sighed. “Why’d you hang up on them yesterday?”

Miyuki stopped chuckling, and said nothing for a moment.

“They told you, huh?”

“Nope! I was the one calling.”

“Oh… why?”

“I figured you’d pick up for them more than me, turns out I was wrong. Now answer the question.”

“I just- I needed time to think.”

“You should ask Y/N, they’d be willing to help.”

“I need to think about Y/N.”

“Oh.” The line was silent for a moment before Mei spoke again. “So you’ve figured it out?”

“That I’ve been a shitty friend?”

“Huh? No, that you like them. I mean, since when have you ever cared if people like you? I mean, you called me first. You must be reaaaalllyyy desperate to do that.”

“You’re being over dramatic.”

“Am I really?”

Silence again.

“Bye Mei.”

Click.

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“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” Mei called as he ran into their class.

“Whaaaatttt?” They sighed as they closed their phone and folded their hands under their chin.

“Are you going to watch the tokyo invitational game?”

The tokyo invitational game against Wynd youth academy had just been finalized, and Mei had just been informed of his invitation to participate.

“Sure.”

“You’re not even gonna ask what it is?” He gasped.

“Mei at this point Inashiro games have kind of started to blur together,” they chuckled. “What’s got you so worked up about this one?”

“Because it’s not an Inashiro game! They’re asking a bunch of players from other teams to come out and we’re playing against a school from America,” he rushed out, almost tripping over his words.

“Mei.”

“Yes?”

“Back off.” They pushed on his forehead and he stumbled back in an over exaggerated manner.

“You’re so mean, you and Kazuya really are perfect for eachother,” he huffed, taking his seat beside them and pouting.

“It’s kind of hard to have a relationship with someone who’s ignoring you,” Y/N chuckled dryly.

“Ya well, you fell in love with Kazuya, pay the price.” They were both silent for a moment as Mei began to get his stuff out. “You should tell him.”

“Why? So he can continue ignoring me and I can think it’s because I like him? Because I prefer this over whatever that would feel like.”

“Okay,” he dropped his books onto his desk rather harshly. “I wasn’t going to say anything because I thought watching you two pine but this is getting sad and you’re making me depressed. He likes you, he’s just… Kazuya. And you like him, you’re just…”

“I’m just?” They goaded, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, why are you so certain he likes me?”

“Because he told me.”

---

Y/N sat outside the field’s fence, watching the temporary team warm up. The atmosphere was a little stiff, but they knew things would loosen up once they started playing together. New teams were always a bit stiff.

“Y/N-senpai?”

Y/N turned to find Itsuki standing nervously behind their bench.

“Hello Itsuki-kun, what are you doing here? Actually, silly question, you’re here to watch the game aren’t you?”

“Um, no-no,” he waved his hands in front of his face. “Actually, Mei-san actually asked me to come find you once everyone got here.”

“You know you don’t have to run errands for him, he’s a big boy. Despite how he acts,” they muttered.

“I don’t mind, besides he just asked me to remind you to meet him at the school gate after practice. Also I needed the study break,” he laughed.

“Hm, alright then,” they sighed. “Well, would you like to sit with me for a bit?”

“No, it’s alright. Have a good day Senpai!”

After Itsuki left, Y/N turned back to the field.

Warmups had finished and they were starting to make up teams. Mei turned around and waved at Y/N, earning a glare from the coach. But his over exaggerated display caught Miyuki’s attention, who followed Mei’s gaze and spotted them.

Y/N smiled and waved back, and Miyuki awkwardly returned a subtle wave.

---

“Late,” Y/N grumbled, flipping their phone open and closed as they watched the time tick by.

Y/N had left the field once the coach dismissed everyone to clean up and change, and had been waiting at the front gate since then.

Most of the people had already left, but aside from Mei, Miyuki hadn’t come out this way either and he would have to pass by soon if he wanted to catch the train back to Seidou.

“Look how sad they’re looking,” Mei hummed, leaning against the wall behind Miyuki. “You should go cheer them up, here-” he reached into his bag and handed Miyuki a can. “And while you're at it confess please, this isn’t funny anymore.”

Before Miyuki could start thinking again, Mei had shoved the drink into his hands and walked off.

“Thank me later!”

Miyuki didn’t move.

The sun was setting, he was going to miss the train at this rate.

The only way out was through the front gate, and past Y/N.

Taking a deep breath, he rounded the corner and called out, “What are you still doing here?”

“Mei stood me up,” Y/N shrugged. “What took you so long?”

“Uh, personal crisis,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Uh, here.” He handed them the drink. “You still like this, right?”

Y/N stared at it for a moment before shaking their head.

“No.”

Of course Mei wasn’t going to make this easy on him.

“Mei gave it to you, didn’t he?” They asked, pulling him out of his thoughts. When he nodded, they laughed. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the station.”

“Wha-huh? But don’t you have a curfew?”

“Ya, but if we leave now I can probably make it back just in time, so hurry up. And can I have that?” They pointed at the drink.

“But I thought you didn’t like it.”

“It’s rude to turn down a gift.”

The two headed off down the path as Mei peeked around the corner and cheered silently. Now Miyuki just had to use his words.

“So, are you looking forward to catching for Mei?”

“Nah, I’m not allowed to. They don’t want people who’ll be going against each other in the next tournament to play together. Honestly, I’m relieved. I deal with enough idiot pitchers at Seidou, I don’t need to find a new one.”

Y/N laughed, “Sounds like fun.” They took a sip from the can before offering it to Miyuki. “I should come by sometime.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” He exclaimed, taking the can and cringing at the taste. “Too sweet.”

“You know that’s why I used to drink it, right? Because you wouldn’t steal it.”

“Hey! I don’t steal your things.”

“Really? Because I think I’m still missing a cap or two, and a book, and I’m sure if I went through my stuff I would find more.”

“Fine, what else do you do for my sake?” He huffed, handing back the drink.

The train station was coming into view.

“Hm, I don’t visit you or call as often as I’d like.”

“Huh?”

“Well… I see how busy Mei gets with practice and school and since you take forever to reply and stuff I just… assumed you wanted to focus on that. I keep telling you to reach out, I guess I just wasn’t clear enough about it.”

“I…” Miyuki took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I should have tried to stay in touch better.”

“I mean, I guess I could forgive you.”

“Rea-” Relief washed over Miyuki.

“If you give me a good reason.” Miyuki frowned. “What? I’m not gonna forgive you at the drop of the hat. I’m here, trying to keep this friendship intact and you finally geting that through your stupid head doesn’t change it. So I’ll forgive you if you give me a good reason too. Otherwise you just have to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you how?” He asked wearily.

“Take the high ground here, Kazuya.”

“No- no, I think I want to avoid that.”

“Kazuyyyaaa,” they warned.

“Hey, look, I apologized. I’m opening up, doesn’t that count as making it up to you?” He asked frantically, jumping back slightly.

Y/N frowned.

“Kazuya. Telling me something I already know isn’t opening up. How about I tell you something you don’t know about me and you can tell me why you’ve been so… weird.”

“Like there’s something I don’t know about you.”

“Kazuya, up until the break you didn’t know I was on the student council. Or that I hadn’t seen all your games.”

“... fine. Throw your best secret at me.”

“Hmph,” Y/N smirked. “On the count of three?”

Miyuki’s brows furrowed, “What are you, five?”

“One.”

“Fine.”

“Two.” Y/N and Miyuki both stopped walking. “Three.”

“I love you,” Y/N sung out as Miyuki rushed through it.

Miyuki froze, eyes squinted closed and holding his breath. It took him a second to catch up to everything, and when he finally did he relaxed.

Y/N was standing in front of him, hands behind their back and looking over their shoulder.

“Really?” They asked, laughing. “Bit of a shitty way to show it, huh?”

“What?”

“Ignoring me. Bit of a shitty way to show you love me.”

“I-”

“Unless, of course, you were jealous.”

“Jealous! Wha- of who?!”

“Mei. Who, by the way, I have to remember to thank. He totally set this up,” they grumbled.

“Why on earth would I-”

“Train.”

“What?” Miyuki whipped around to see the train pulling into the station. “Shit! This,” he called as he ran the last bit up the platform, “isn’t over!”

“We can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’ll just call.”

Y/N waved as Miyuki rushed onto the train, before checking the time.

“Ah man, I am so not getting back in time.”

#researcher s's recovery #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #ace of the diamond x reader #daiya no ace x reader #miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #narumiya mei #angst with a happy ending

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

summary: steven often wonders why you chose to love him, you remind him why you do

pairing: steven grant x reader, marc spectro x reader, jake lockely x reader

word count: 3286

(been listening to pov by ariana grande for a while and this has become an inspiration)

days with you have never been dull,

especially since Marc and Jake exist as well with him, it has never been a bore with you, although yes, they tend to be so fond of interrupting his moments with you,

there are always moments he shares with you that makes him fall for you all over again, that feeling brings him back just like how he sees you for the very first time,

you step into the museum hall, eyes wide and mouth agape as you observe the decorated walls and ceilings, the artefacts and other collections that makes your inner child scream. your friend, Kia giggles besides you as she stares at your expression, gently nudging your waist with her elbow,

“I told you it’s pretty”, she comments, guiding your hand as your expression remains the same, “the best one in town”

you shake your head, blinking your eyes rapidly as you set your sight on her before giving a smile, “should’ve never doubted you. I wish the U.S actually had one of these, guess they don’t really give a shit about history unless it’s about white people, like honestly? People of Color have far more interesting cultures and history ”

Kia scoffs as the two of you walk around the place, “speak your facts bestie. bet you’re glad you moved out of New York, huh?”

Shrugging, you walk over to the tiny collection of three pyramids being displayed. “I’m 50/50 on that, just glad that i got Brandon off my fucking back, he’s such a dick”

with a loud laugh, Kia nods her head remembering the times where you chucked your ex’s phone out before punching him in the nose for cheating on you. “oh yeah i remember why” she says,

“the details on these cute things” you breathe out, mesmerised as you bend over slightly to take a better look. “they captured the design of the Great Sphinx so accurately, how the hell did they do that?” you tell yourself,

“well you go ahead and have fun with your nerdy self, i’m just gonna go and check if there are any cafeterias here. I haven’t eaten anything yet” Kia sighs, walking off and letting you do your thing,

as you pay your attention to every single collection, you’re clueless over the fact that there’s a curly dark haired man watching you, captivated by your beauty and how adorable you look, concentrating on everything that surrounds you. as if you had just found heaven.

you’re being a creep man, just go over and say hi

he startles a bit by the sound of Marc, interrupting his thoughts. hushing him off, “not a chance, mate. I think she prefers to be left alone.”

Marc could only roll his eyes as his figure reflected on the mirror that’s seated on the desk, putting his hands on his hips, giving Steven his infamous smirk,

dude, she’s hot as fuck. you’ve never been on a date over the last ten years, your last girlfriend was when you were, what, 20? You’re a man now, stop being a pussy and just start a conversation,

Now Jake begins to speak his mind as well,

‘If not now then when Steven? A beautiful woman, happens to exist in the same room as you are–which does not happen quite often– plus i think she’d look even better in bed, don’t you wanna fuck her?’

Steven can only shakes his head, cursing at Jake for making everything so sexual yet he refuses to avert his eyes, you’re so gorgeous how could he ever look away,

“I wouldn’t even know where to start. What if she doesn’t like me?”

“I doubt that, Steven. you’re a smart man and not to mention, charming. She’s gonna like you.”

he nods his head slightly as he fixes his hair and shirt before slowly walking over to you who seems to be unfamiliar with a male presence near you,

“Hi” he nervously greets you,

you crane your neck towards the direction, seeing a man–a cute one that is–standing next to you with his hands on his pockets with a small smile, possibly nervous, as you return one in response,

“Hi there” you give him a toothy smile,

Steven feels his heart beating faster because bloody hell,

you look far more gorgeous up close, and even marc agrees.

“your first time being here, yeah?”

you let out a soft giggle and nod. “Is it that obvious?”

he laughs a little, “a bit yeah. are you … a fan of Egyptian history?’

you quickly nod your head, “big time. I even got a tattoo of my favorite Egyptian Goddess on my body.”

holyshit, she has a tattoo?

‘she’s not even in my bed yet but i love her already, hermano’

“you wanna see?” you offer, fingers ready to grab the hem of your white top, always feel excited that you can show of your tattoo,

Steven somehow blushes, shaking his head vigorously, hands coming to stop you. “N-no, there’s no need for that-”

but its too late, you already lifts your shirt high enough to show him the tattoo on your ribcage, a beautiful Goddess tattoo with wings that’s large enough to cover your under boob all the way to he back of your half rib cage,

a shock is written all over his face as he studies the ink on your skin, it is indeed beautiful. The details and everything are so good, it is enough to make steven weaken his knees,

okay that girl is officially the sexiest woman i’ve ever seen

‘Steven please… for the sake of us take her home and fuck her on-’

“Is that the Isis Goddess?” Steven can’t help but ask–also because he does not want to hear Jake finish that sentence. “Oh wow”

nodding excitedly, you give him a large grin. “Yup! She has always been my favourite, a badass she is, huh? So powerful that she rules over death and rebirth. I’d kill to have it. She believed to be the most crucial part of Egyptian beliefs, there are many elements of her story that made me choose her as my favorite”

a beautiful woman who shares the same interest, sounds like you won this time, Steven

he stares in disbelief at you. not pure out of disgust or anything but just… in love…?

not everyday he gets to see a woman who is invested in Egyptian history, a beautiful one he may add. your eyes glow when you talk about it, that’s one thing he notices right away, filled with adoration. the same expression that Steven would give everytime he sees a relic beautiful enough.

“that is pretty gorgeous… wow, i’m sorry i just… hope not being a creep but she looks… stunning” his eyes set on yours as he speaks the last word, he has no idea where he gets the confidence from but he feels glad that he does it,

you look up to see him staring at you, smiling and biting your lip. “yeah? Well, she’s not just my favorite Goddess but Athena? The Greek Goddess? Happens to be my favorite as well. Although i don’t fully support the other Greek Gods because of what they did to Medusa. Absolutely fucked up if you ask me.”

now my dick is hard

“you love Greek Gods as well?” he asks, loving how this conversation going

how are you so perfect?

“absolutely. I went to Greece a couple years ago. It made me fall in love instantly when I studied the full history of the Gods and witnessed the Acropolis of Athens. It was so… magical” you breathe out a laugh, putting your shirt back on as you speak,

steven nods, chuckling a bit. “well i never actually studied about tha’ ,perhaps i should get into it then, yeah?” he scratches the back of his head,

“you definitely should… you’ll fall in love just as quickly as you did with the Egyptian history”

“how did you know i love it?”

shrugging, you tilt your head to the side, eyes never leaving his as you can see him visibly gulp. “your eyes… they don’t lie.”

steven feels himself freezes, he looks at your eyes as the two of you stare in complete silence for a while but it does not feel awkward for the both of you. he just met you today but he has a good feeling that you’re going to be the death of him,

chuckling, you look down before looking back up and regain your posture, gesturing your hand out and introducing yourself. “I’m Y/N”

he carefully takes your hand, “Steven. Steven Grant… that’s Steven with a V” he mentally facepalms himself as he said that, he just hopes you don’t think he’s a freak.

you can’t help but giggle, this man is the most adorable man you’ve ever met. “Nice to meet you Steven with a V.”

now’s the chance to ask her out, don’t blow this man

clearing his throat, he points towards the end of the hall. “you wanna see the tomb of Pharaoh ? it’s the people interests and it would be a shame if you came all the way and didn’t see it”

‘atta boy!’

still smiling, you look at his beautiful brown eyes and nod softly. “show me the way Steven with a V”

he reminisces the day where you first stole his heart and somehow, he stole yours too. he still can’t believe it happened,

though yes, Steven had his doubts and those doubts still exist on his mind. he doesn’t think that he’s capable of being loved and appreciated because his boss clouded his mind. telling him how his worth is less than others and how no woman will ever look at him with love, and for a long period of time he believed her,

he’s aware of how wanted you are by men. throughout your 6 months of dating, he has been getting looks and side-eyes from strangers, possibly thinking ‘how did a knob like him manage to get a girl like you?’

one time when he and you went to a small gathering, one of your guy friends–that you completely hate because he’s a fucking jerk– was there and he managed to get into his head,

‘lets face it man, she’s out of your league. she needs a real man not a weird fucking gift-shopist’

that completely broke him. he had to hold Jake and Marc off from taking over his body and kill the guy, which thankfully they calmed down. telling him how you’re crazy about the three of you and that you would never leave them, which is absolutely correct

still, he still gets scared every now and then, he doesn’t want to lose you, neither does Marc and Jake,

“baked you a vegan cookie, baby” you say coming up from behind him and kisses his cheek, arms coming to wrap his front chest. “I poured a glass of oatmilk too if you want, warm… just how you like it”

steven closes the book he’s reading and turn around to face you and flushes when he sees you standing in his sweater and pink panties, the one that he loves so much on you,

‘our girl is a dime, huh? look at how she’s in love with you, man’

and you still think, she has the hots for that asshole

‘there’s literally nothing for you to be afraid of, stop being so insecure and vulnerable’

I mean sure that guy is handsome and makes more money and-

“the two of you, knock it off” he mutters,

you chuckle, grabbing a seat next to him as you reach out for your book and a few cookie bites. “what were they saying?”

shaking his head, he squeezes your hand, “nothing, love” he shoots you a smile but it does not reaches towards his eyes, and you feel there’s something he’s not telling you,

frowning, you put the book down and put all of the attention on him. “baby, what is it?”

“what is what?”

“you have been feeling off for a week now, don’t think i haven’t noticed. didn’t even want me to suck you off in the bathroom and i’m sure that you’re making Jake and Marc suffer for days without my mouth” you respond, crossing your arms as you lean back against the chair,

she’s right, you know? We’re dying over here, we miss fucking her!

“there’s nothing wrong, love. really , i just… need to finish this chapter” he gives out a lame excuse,

‘oh come on!’

raising your eyebrow, you scoff, “love that book so much that you neglect me wanting to wrap my mouth around your cock?” you question, dying to get him to be honest. “there’s something wrong, I know it, baby talk to me please. you’ve been like this ever since we met my friends” reaching out to grab his hands and getting him to look at you, “please tell me?”

for the first time, it feels difficult for him to look up at your gorgeous eyes because he feels embarrassed. Embarrassed because he does not want you to see him vulnerable and emotional, embarrassed because he does not want you to know about the insecurities that has been eating him alive,

he shakes his head, looking down and finally closes the book “It’s stupid.” God, he could feel himself crying

Just tell her man, you know she’d understand,

your eyes soften even more, pulling your chair closer to him. “It’s not stupid if it makes you this upset, Steven. I love you. I’m here okay?”

Steven nods a little, biting his lower lip as he stills, he could feel himself blinking back a few tears and tries to subtly wipe them off,

“that night when we went to the restaurant with your friends, one of them said something to me.” he begins, slowly looking up to see you frowning,

“who? What did they say?”

he stays quiet for a while before continuing,”um… told me that uh” he lets out a sad sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “i don’t deserve you and that you need a real man instead of… me”

he sees how your expression goes from sad to shock and angry,

“what the fuck? Who said that?” you ask once again, feeling angry at the fact that someone from her circle of friends talked bad about your man infront of him

“Damian”

you suck a deep breath, closing your eyes as you try not to picture your hand on the back of his head, slamming it against the wall. “My love, why didn’t you tell me?”

he shrugs, eyes now looking at the table, playing with his fingers. “I didn’t want you to think i’m weak or exaggerating because it’s a very dumb thing for me to be upset about”

“you are not exaggerating” you sternly say, “it is not dumb to feel that way, don’t invalidate your feelings like this Steven.” you assure him,

he smiles a little at your comfort, seeing how you care so much for him brings an ease to his heart but the weight hasn’t completely been taken off his chest,

you chuckle humorlessly, “i am going to slam his head on a fucking brick wall”

‘now that’s my girl!’

“maybe he’s right… you know?”

you freeze, slowly turning to look at him, “what?”

dude, what the fuck?! why would you say that,

“maybe, he’s not entirely wrong…? I am just as confused as he is, love. Why me? Why did you choose me? There are other men who are far more good looking and have real jobs that are dying to be with you.” he says in a matter of factly, “look at me! who wants someone that can barely sleep, has ankle restraints, has two alters living inside of him, works at a gift shop for a living and is a complete knob?”

“you could’ve done so much better than me” he whispers, not being able to hold back his tears as he cries in front of you,

you look at your beautiful man. sitting there as tears spill from his eyes and you can’t help but get a bit teary eyed as well. Is this how he feels for the past few months? How could you not notice that?

oh man… don’t cry Steve

‘Hey amigo, calm down now’

“Steven? Baby, look at me” you reach out to hold both side of his face and force him to look at you. “If you think that you’re not better, you are wrong. You hear me?” you look at his teary eyes which causes you to hold back a sob because this is breaking you too. how he looks down on himself, is breaking your heart into millions of pieces.

“I have been longing for someone who i can stay close to and give me peace of mind, a temporary break from reality… to be madly in love but also healthy in love and sanely I love with the person I know I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.” you softly speak, tracing his cheek bone with your thumb as his eyes stares at you, as if he’s looking for reassurance,

with a small smile, you say, “and i found him. I found you. You’re it. I don’t know why you can’t see how precious you are to me or why you think i’m too good for you. I don’t want you to worry about any other men because my heart only belongs to you… and Jake and Marc. i am not leaving the three of you.”

you can feel Steven coming out of his shell as he leans against the palm of your hand with a smile that you absolutely adore,

“I will love you when the sun rises and love you again when it sets”

his eyes filled with love and pure adoration as you speak, your beautiful words consumed his mind as he can’t help but think how lucky he is to have you as his girlfriend. you always make him feel better, not just by words but you show him. you show that you love him, you adore him, and how you are fond of him. he never gets to experience a beautiful love and he is so happy that gets to experience it with you,

see? I told you, our girl understands and she loves us, Steven. There’s no need to worry about her leaving our asses,

‘she’s crazy about us amigo, not to be an arrogant son of a bitch but she is.’

“I love you.” he speaks, hands coming to grab yours as he gives them a gentle squeeze and a soft kiss, a sign to let you know that he appreciates you being there for him and be his. “I am so sorry for being so emotional.”

you shake your head, “nothing to be sorry for, my love. I’m glad you told me.” shooting him a small smile before slowly getting up and sit yourself down on his lap, “my men saved the world and you steven, is crazy smart. How could i find someone better than that?” with that you lean down and give him a kiss on the lips which he gladly kisses you back,

hands coming down to rub his broad shoulders, hoping to release some tension in him. you softly sink your teeth into his lower lip and give him a small which causing him to blush,

pulling away with a giggle, you wrap your arms around his neck. “now, i’m going to the showers… care to join me, my three handsome and sexy men?”

•

personally i love this. i think we tend to forget that men experience insecurities too and be ignored. they never expected to be emotional and vulnerable because society doesn’t teach us to have compassion towards men. boys need love too🤍

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight #jake lockely x reader #oscar isaac #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockely

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dingochef · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary:

Another day, another stupid man to deal with. You run into a familiar face when you go to meet up with the face and person that's been on your mind all day.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Nancy Drew and the Instagram Account

You start your Sunday early to beat the sun and the heat. Your cycling group is meeting up on the San Diego waterfront just as the sun rises. The day is clear and just a bit crisp. You revel in the chill now as it will heat up soon, especially with the hilly route on deck for today. The ride starts easily with the Bay Shore Bikeway up to La Jolla then it heats up with a trip to the top of Mount Soledad, the ride down is fast enough that you can feel the moisture in your eyes being wicked away by the arid dry air. The rest of the course skirts around the eastern edges and suburbs of San Diego. After a few stops for water and some snacks to keep you energized, the ride winds down at about 2 pm where you started. You start packing away some of your gear and sit to change your shoes to get on the ferry. As you're tying the laces on your shoes, a shadow looms over you.

“Elsa, how’s it going?”

Bill asks. Of course it’s Bill, he does this every time the group meets.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight, like a date?”

Bill is nice, but he’s also a good 20 years older than you and more like your father than is comfortable in the dating scene.

“Sorry Bill, answer’s still the same, no. Besides I have plans tonight,” the thought of Jake brings an unconscious smile to your lips.

“Come on, Elsa, you’ve got to give in sometime, I’m just trying to be a nice guy. It’s just one date, I’ll cook you dinner at my house, a little wine, it’ll be a nice night. You gotta say yes.”

You sigh, knowing that what is going to come out your mouth next is going to make the next meet up the group awkward as fuck, but you can deal with akward.

“Bill, how many times have you asked me out?”

He shrugs,

“A lot, I guess.”

“And I always say no. What makes you keep asking when you get the same answer? That’s the literal definition of insanity.”

“I figure persistence pays off and besides I’m a nice guy, give me a chance.”

“Bill, the answer today, tomorrow, and every time in the future is going to be no. N. O. I don’t want to date some overbearing guy who has no respect for what I say and what boundaries I draw. Being a “nice guy” doesn’t entitle you to a date.”

By this time others in the cycling group are starting to notice the exchange. Millie, who is a retired Navy Captain, steps over to see what’s going on.

“Jeez, Elsa, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

“Bill, if you think this is me being a bitch, buckle up buttercup, you haven’t seen anything yet. I can’t help that your sense of language comprehension and pattern recognition is that of a four-year old, you sad old man. No means no. We’re done here.”

You start to walk your bike towards the ferry terminal and Millie runs over to catch up.

“You okay?” she asks, giving you a side hug.

“Yeah, just tired of dealing with Bill’s bullshit week after week. I just want to come ride and hang out with friends. Not ward off old dudes trying to get into my pants.”

“We’ll take care of it, Bill’s out of the group, easy peasy,”

Millie says. Millie is one of the founding members of the cycling group and part of a kick-ass group of older retired military women who deal with exactly zero shit from anyone.

“Thanks, Millie, I appreciate that. I gave him so many outs, but he kept coming back into the danger zone.”

She shrugs,

“Some people are just dumb. You did good back there. Do you need anyone to see you home in case he gets weird about it?”

“No, keep him occupied for about 15 minutes while I get on the ferry and I’ll be good.”

You give Millie a hug and wave goodbye as you get on your bike to ride the last little distance to the ferry. When you get home you jump into the shower to rinse all of the day’s gross parts off, real and metaphorical.

As you're getting out of the shower you hear your phone ding:

Lydia: So you and Hangman, becoming a thing? A baseball game (glad you found a dork that likes baseball) and dinner at what I know is your favorite restaurant (the tapas place in the Gaslamp Quarter.) It's like you’re putting your best moves on him.

You: I'm not putting my moves on him, you and I both know I have exactly zero moves. He offered up the baseball game as amends for being a jackass the other night at the bar. I was hungry after the game so I invited him along.

Lydia: Liar. Liar. Pants on fire! 🔥 You asked him on the dinner date. I pressed him for the deets when he mentioned going to the Padres game that I saw on your Instagram. And he crumbled like a lovesick fool. Between asking for your number and him coming back practically skipping and whistling I figured it out.

You: Alright, Nancy Drew, Girl Detective you got it right. It was Colonel Mustard in the library with a wrench.

Lydia: What are you even talking about?

You: How have you never played a game of Clue?

You: Nevermind.

Lydia: So…..how was he in the sack? These Navy guys are fucking built.

You: We only made it to my porch.

Lydia: Ooh, outdoor sex. Adventurous.

You: Not that! We just had some really nice kissing that ventured into a bit of heavy petting. And then I said good night.

Lydia: Right. And you have plans with him tonight. You like like him!

You: How did you know about that?

Lydia: The walls here are hilariously thin. You can hear everything that happens here.

You: So Jake mentioned. How was that mustache ride?

Lydia: De-fucking-lightful. 10/10 would highly recommend.

You: I'll remember that yelp review when I'm in search of a mustache ride which will be…..never. Seriously, what's up with the stache? Did he lose a bet?

Lydia: Didn't come (heh heh) up in conversation.

You: You are the worst. Talk to you later, remember to keep hydrated with all the sexing you’re doing.

Lydia: Smooches & Byeeee!

You shake your head at the conversation you just had with Lydia. Before you put your phone down you text Jake to set up the now infamous drink date tonight.

You: So, we still on for drinks tonight? How does 7 at the Hard Deck sound?

You don’t expect a reply right away and put your phone on the charger and head over to the couch with a giant jug of water and make plans to watch some TV and chill for the rest of the afternoon. Somewhere, around an hour later when you've already watched two documentaries on WWII aircraft your phone dings. In what can be described as an all out sprint you rush to your phone.

Jake: That sounds like a date. See you there. Maybe this time I'll get to buy you more than one drink, (my turn.)

You: See you then.

It's about 4 pm now, which gives you enough time to whip up a nice curry for dinner and still have time to gussy up for your date. This is actually date date.

Getting ready to go out has become more of a challenge than you anticipated. You've pulled out every dress you own and rejected each one twice. You're looking for that "Oh just drinks, you just threw on whatever to come here." Your goal is effortless grace, not "I totally overthinked every aspect of my appearance and maybe had a slight panic attack." In frustration you call Lydia, breathlessly shouting out as soon as she answers,

"You actually have fashion sense, what should I wear?"

The cackle comes out of the phone speaker first and then her reply,

"Just drinks, riiight. You’re actually trying to impress him aren't you? This is adorable, Elsa has found someone to melt her frozen heart or other parts."

She snorts at her own terrible joke and you can practically hear her eyebrows rising up and down on her forehead.

"Don't overthink it like you usually do. Wear the magenta dress with the nice flowy skirt. It'll be easy to get off later."

There's a muffled male voice in the background saying something like "Come back to bed, baby."

"Are you still at Rooster's? How are you not chafed or unable to walk?"

"No, we actually ventured out for some beach time and came back to mine, a whole lot more privacy. By the way, I might have heard a certain someone moaning another person's name last night when he presumably was taking care of his blue balls courtesy of you. Well, have fun, do something I would do, Byeeee!"

You, for some reason, follow Lydia's advice and wear the suggested dress. Wearing a bra with this dress is impossible due to the plunging back. Lydia knew exactly what she was doing when she suggested this particular dress. Scanning your underwear drawer you spot a pair of black lace boy shorts that you know make your ass look really good. After setting a light curl into your dark brown, almost black hair, you leave it down to cascade down your shoulders and back. Minimal make-up, you're always going for the natural look, but for some reason you pick a darker magenta shade of lipstick that complements the dress. You grab a light sweater and your purse and you're out the door. The walk over to the Hard Deck is nice and cool and calming. The butterflies in your stomach start to flutter as you approach the door and it hits you that you actually want to impress him tonight. It's an exhilarating and terrifying concept at the same time, what are you getting yourself into?

You don't really have time to delve into your brain after that idea as I've arrived at the Hard Deck. You push open the door and pull your sweater off. Despite it being a Sunday night the place is pleasantly buzzing with a steady hum of voices and glasses clinking together and onto tabletops around the bar. You scan the crowd and don't spot Jake anywhere so you make your way up to the bar. At the bar there's is a familiar bomber jacket and black head of hair.

"As I live and breathe, it's Maverick. And in one piece,"

You say as you sit on the open bar stool next to him. He's halfway through a swig of beer when he turns and makes the connection that it’s you sitting next to him.

"Elsa! What brings you to this place?"

"Meeting a friend for a drink."

Penny comes over and asks,

"The usual?"

You nod yes. Maverick says,

“Put that on my tab, I owe this gal a drink for stepping in as my temporary guardian angel."

Penny looks a bit confused at the statement but shrugs and goes to make your drink.

"I should be asking you the same thing, what brings you down to North Island? I thought you were just going to carry on at the Skunk Works."

He takes a swig of his beer and shrugs, "The usual pissed off an Admiral. They weren't overly impressed with me breaking "the project" apart." He uses air quotes to reference the Darkstar hypersonic stealth jet you were both working on and he was serving as the test pilot.

"I'm teaching at Top Gun for a few weeks. While the Navy decides your fate for me."

He leans over to whisper,

"Thank you for saving my life, there's no other reason I'm alive other than your life pod."

"How did it perform?" you ask quietly.

"Like riding a mattress down and landing on a marshmallow, so perfectly. Next time can you get it to drop me off near civilization rather in the middle of an orange grove near Fresno?"

You laugh,

"Jeez, so needy, not only do I save your life and give you a gentle ride back to earth, you want door to door service. I'll see what I can do."

You glance over to the door to see Jake coming through the door; he instantly scans the crowd and locks in on you. You catch his eyes and then turn back to Maverick and say,

"I'd love to get together to pick your brain on other impressions on "the project". Thanks for the drink. I’m glad you’re alive."

You lean in to hug Maverick.

Your drink has appeared on the bar and by the time Jake has jostled his way through the crowd to the bar you can see that the expression on his face has turned from that panty dropper smile to confusion and a bit of jealousy.

He swaggers up to the bar and gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Both Maverick and Jake are looking at each other confused and startled.

"Hey, Captain, didn't think you'd be back here after the other night." Jake says with that patented smirk.

Maverick winks and says,

"I like the company and the scenery."

He nods his head towards Penny. You cock your head with a questioning look. Maverick sheepishly replies,

"We have a complicated…history.".

Jake asks, his signature smirk in full force,

"How do you know Elsa or are you hitting on women who are half your age and out of your league, now?"

Chapter 6

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Tattoos part 2

Word count: 6500-ish

Synopsis: Grace is new to town and one day Jake waltzes into her shop and gets a tattoo.

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut maybe, pining, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: Age-gap, Jake Seresin (yes he is a warning), Tattoos, Alcohol use, sexism, harassment, assault, racism/nazism, fighting, clichés!!

Characters:

Grace Evans

Lt Jake Hangman Seresin

Lt Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Lt Natasha Phoenix Trace

Lt Javy Coyote Machado

Lt Robert Bob Floyd

Lt Reuben Payback Fitch

Lt Mickey Fanboy Garcia

CAPT Pete Maverick Mitchell

Penny Benjamin

Amelia Benjamin

Note: At last!! It's been a rocky road with this chapter and I'm still not perfectly happy with it. I rewrote this chapter with different storylines about three times, I'm sorry it took such a long time! As I always say; If there's anything that sounds weird or awkward or is just straight up wrong please let me know. I hope you will like it! Also, soft Jake sends me :')

Many hugs! /roostalicious

P.S: I do not consent to have my work published on any other sites or to have it republished here, nor do I consent to have it translated to be posted on other sites or here. Thank you.

Part 1

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The next couple of weeks went by quickly, surprisingly a lot of people in Miramar wanted tattoos, leaving Grace quite busy during the day. She hasn’t met the dagger squad since that Monday when she punched the man who grabbed her. They were busy with work as well, that didn’t stop Jake and Grace from texting every day though. Jake would send her silly pictures and updates about his day, Grace would reply with pictures of her or Babie and funny memes she found online. The group chat was active too, it was filled with silly banter and embarrassing pictures of the other members. Coyote would send pictures of Jake doing something stupid and then follow with; "come get your mans!" or something among those lines. That usually made Grace blush before she replied with something stupid as well. It was Friday afternoon when she got a text in the group chat;

"Grace, you, us, the Hard Deck, tonight? ;)" Payback had texted.

"Yes, join us Grace" Bob replied.

"Yes, please don’t leave me alone with this testosterone party!" Phoenix then texted making Grace laugh before replying;

"You’ve got yourselves a date ;) see you at 8?" A bunch of "yes" and "See ya there"s filled the chat box only to be followed by a picture of Jake smiling broadly at his phone. Coyote had sent it before he texted;

"Him every time when Grace texts…" Coyote texted and a few laughing emojis popped up at the screen before Jakes reply came in;

"I was watching a funny video!"

"It’s okay Jakey, you can admit your crush on me, I’ll still be your friend ;)" Grace answered using the nickname she had used to tease him last time they met.

"Darling, wow, you didn’t have to out me like that?" Jakes reply read. Just as Grace was about to answer a man walked into her shop. It was now 5:45 and she closed her shop around 6. She looked up at the man and was about to smile at him when something about him made her keep a neutral look a little longer. Something felt off in Graces stomach as he made his way towards her desk. She reluctantly put a smile on her lips, still wary of the man who had stepped foot in her shop.

"Hello, I’m Grace, how can I help you?" She introduced herself when he finally stopped at her desk. He gave her a smile that was so fake even a blind man could tell. The pit of her stomach dropped as the uncomfortable feeling grew. Grace was rarely scared of people, raised by parents who valued that she defended herself. Yet the man’s presence in her shop made her queasy.

"Hello Grace." She shuddered as he said her name, ice cold tone to his voice. "I was looking to get a tattoo." He continued. Grace then decided to treat him like any other customer and not to give in to her feeling.

"Absolutely, however I close in about 15 minutes, how about we make an appointment?" She asked as she started to flip though her bookings calendar. The man shifted on his feet and with a sigh he nodded. Grace then decided to take the opportunity to find out about what kind of tattoo he wanted.

"So, do you know what you want?" She asked as she was flipping though the pages, she had gotten a lot of bookings the last couple of days.

"Yeah, about that… Someone like yourself wouldn’t have a problem with tattooing a certain symbol now wouldn't ya?" He asked, his fake smile still plastered on his face like a mask. Grace’s hands stopped flipping through the pages and she lifted her now cold gaze towards the man.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked cooly crossing her heavily tattooed arms over her chest. The man lifted an eyebrow before continuing;

"I was just wondering if you had any problems with tattooing a symbol that was popular in the 40s, if you know what I mean?" The man then explained. Grace could feel her blood boil at the mere thought of what he meant.

"What? Because I’m white I wouldn’t have a problem with tattooing a swastika on you? Is that what you’re wondering?" She challenged, now angry.

"Yeah, so can you do it?" He asked, there was no smile on his face now. Grace moved out from behind her desk and moved towards the door, she held it open for the man.

"No, I think it’s best you leave." She said sternly as she gave the man a glare that would make any other man shiver.

"Why not?" He asked angrily as he strode towards her. "I demand you do this tattoo on me!" He then continued now visibly angry. Grace stood her ground as he made his way towards her, it was probably a bad idea since he was a lot bigger than her. However Grace was a woman of much integrity and she will not back down because some asshole was trying to scare her.

"You demand? That’s funny, I don’t remember getting a nazi symbol tattooed was a right you had?" Grace said sarcastically, the man became even angrier at her snark comment. Maybe she shouldn’t poke the bear with a stick, but honestly Grace thought he deserved some ridicule.

"Listen here you bitch!" A loud smack echoed through the studio, the sting was overwhelming as tears prickled in Graces eyes from the pain of the slap she just received. "You will do this tattoo on me or that won’t be the last time I’m putting my hands on you." The man threatened.

"No, leave." She bit out through gritted teeth while still holding the door open. The man seemed to be at his end as he lifted his fist and struck her in the face, busting her lip in the process. Grace felt her anger boil over at this and punched him straight on the eye. While he was disoriented she pushed him out of the shop and locked the door. He banged on the door while shouting multiple threats and profanities at her. It was only 5 minutes later he left after attracting a little too much attention to himself. After the initial shock laid down Grace felt tears slowly fall down her cheeks. She slowly made her way towards the sofa and let herself cry there. Her face was hurting and her lip was stinging from the salt in her tears. She slowly reached up and touched her face, her fingers stained with blood when she touched her lip. Curling up in the corner of the couch she pulled a blanked over herself and cried.

Meanwhile at the Hard Deck the dagger squad was increasingly becoming more and more worried about the younger girl. It was now 8:30 PM and they had yet to hear from her. They had texted her multiple times in the group chat and privately, but no answer came from her.

"Did she text anyone that she would be late?" Phoenix asked the guys who all shook their heads. "Where could she be?" Phoenix then asked nobody in particular. Apart from Jake, Grace was closest to Phoenix among the group, they texted almost everyday and Phoenix found herself grow fond of the younger girl. Now the usual cool and collected aviator were worried that Grace wasn’t answering her phone.

"I know she is close with Penny, maybe she knows?" Jake then suggested to the female aviator who nodded at him. The two of them made their way towards the bar to ask Penny about Grace. Penny was not at the bar at the moment though, so they decided to wait. Beside them were two older men who were drinking beer and chatting rather loudly. The one with a black eye said;

"Then she refused to do the tattoo I wanted, so I smacked her around a little to encourage her, she still refused tough. So I punched her, right after that she got the drop on me and gave me this guy but I busted her lip pretty badly." Jake felt his body freeze at what he was hearing. It didn’t take long for Jake to make the connection that the man laid his hands on Grace before coming here. He just had to make sure. He threw a look at Phoenix who were already looking at him with wide eyes. He turned to the men and tapped the one closest to him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me." Jake said and they both snapped their attention to Jake.

"Yes, Sir!" They said with respect at the officers before them.

"You didn’t mean the tattoo studio in town did you?" Jake asked, narrowing his eyes at them. Phoenix, who knew what was about to go down waved over the other guys. This was not going to be pretty at all. Jake was by no means a violent person, but the squad learned that when it came down to the people he cared about he would go to any lengths. And they knew that he really cared about Grace.

"I did, don’t go to that place man, she won’t give you what you want." The guy with the black eye said with a chuckle. Jake felt his anger get the best of him as he got the confirmation that this guy did in fact put his hands on Grace. Penny had now made her way back behind the bar and was serving customers on the other side of the bar when hell broke loose.

"What makes you think you can put your filthy hands on a woman?" Jake spit out before lunging at him, getting a couple of good punches in before Rooster and Coyote pulled Jake off of the man. The man then threw himself at Jake and got a couple of hits in on his stomach. Jake broke loose and started hitting the man's face again until Rooster then again dragged him of the man and the others dragged the man out of the bar.

"I should kill him" Jake seethed as he felt the rage in his stomach. In the midst of Jakes anger he heard Penny's angry voice;

"What is going on?"

"That man had put his hands on Grace." Phoenix explained. At the mention of Grace’s name Jakes anger washed off him like a cold stream only to be followed by fresh hot worry. He broke free of Roosters grip and bolted towards the door only to turn back in the last moment to shout;

"Can someone cover my bill?" Before he went out the door and got in his truck. The drive to Grace’s shop was short in reality but it felt like the longest drive Jake has ever taken. He parked his truck in front of her shop and went over to knock on the door with the panic in his throat.

Grace stirred awake by rapid taps on her door. She had fallen asleep after the altercation. Groggily she rose out of her couch and peeked at the visitor, it was Jake. With relief washing over her she walked to the door to let him in. When the door opened he rushed in and took her face in his hands gently.

"Darling, are you okay?" He asked as he studied her face. Grace felt more tears fill her eyes as she slowly nodded. Jakes thumbs stroked the corner of her busted lip, which were now stinging like hell, before they swiped away the tears that had fallen. Grace took a step forward and snuck her arms around his waist. As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders she could feel herself relax. Jake gently swayed them back and forth to the music that was softly playing throughout the shop.

"I’m sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep…" She trailed off when she stepped out of his embrace. He frowned as he cradled her face gently again, lifting it so she would look in his eyes.

"You have nothing to worry about Gracie." He assured, his use of her nickname made a flock of butterflies go wild in her stomach. She lifted her hands to his and felt that they were rough and coated in something wet and warm. When she took one of his hands in her own she gasped as she inspected his busted knuckles.

"What happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Well, I uh, taught the guy who hit you that you shouldn’t put your hands on a woman." He explained as Grace locked the door to her shop before dragging him up a flight of stairs that were hidden way back in her shop. Unlocking the door Jake assumed that they stepped foot in her apartment. The cat Jake knew as Babie jumped at his mom who caught him only to let him down on the floor immediately after. The apartment was homey Jake thought as he was dragged across the living room and towards the kitchen. It smelled like freshly baked muffins and Jake could see himself here, waking up with her, drinking coffee at her kitchen island, eating the baked goods she prepared. Cuddling with her and Babie on the couch, playing games by the dining table. The mere thought both scared and excited him. Grace had left him only to return with a box and Babie on her shoulder.

"Give me your hands" She mumbled as Babie jumped from her shoulders onto the table, the cat stroked itself against Jake, who took that as a sign and started petting him with his free hand. Grace opened the box and took out sodium chloride and some cotton swabs, the she got to work on cleaning up his busted knuckles. He was texting the others with his free hand, Babie had settled down on the counter just beside him.

"The others are wondering how you feel?" He asked as he looked at her. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile, only to wince directly after at the pain in her lip.

"I’m okay, I was shaken at first but now I’m okay." She said as she wrapped his hand. She then took his other had and started cleaning it like she did with the first. Jake nodded and sent a text in the group chat that she was fine now. Grace wrapped up the knuckles on his other hand and then went to put away the box. Her cat babie was soundly sleeping on the counter beside Jake as he read the replies of relief in the group chat. Grace came back into the kitchen and hoped up on the counter next to Babie, a loud signal came from Graces phone, it was a text from Penny;

"Hey, I heard about what happened, are you okay? x" Grace smiled slightly at her text and replied;

"Yeah I’m fine now, my lip is busted but Jake’s hands looked worse."

"You should see the other guy, Jake really defended you…" Penny texted back, then another text came in right after; ";)"

"Yeah, that was nice of him, even if I don’t want him to hurt himself." Grace texted back.

"But I didn’t." Jake protested his head leaning over her shoulder to read her conversation with Penny. Grace let out an amused huff.

"Didn’t your mother teach you that it is rude to snoop?" Grace asked with a laugh. Jake shrugged and leaned back to pet Babie.

"Didn’t your mother teach you that it’s rude to talk about others behind their back?" Jake countered with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Only if it’s bad things you’re saying." Grace replied cheekily before checking Penny’s reply;

"Good thing you’re there to take care of him ;)" That lady really is cheeky. Grace shook her head before replying with a shocked emoji, then she closed her phone and looked up at Jake who was still giving his attention to the cat.

"I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?" Grace asked, suddenly conscious that the handsome aviator might have other, more fun, plans a Friday night. Jake’s eyes shot up to meet her own, a smile on his face.

"Nothing is better than spending time with you darling." He said cheekily. Grace felt a blush creep up on her face at his statement and she swatted his arm. He let out a loud laugh at her embarrassment and moved to stand closer to her, effectively invading her personal space. He moved so his hands were on either side of her legs, caging her in. He leaned his face closer to hers, forcing her to look at him. Her blue eyes staring into his green ones. He was wearing his service khakis today, just like the last time he went to the Hard Deck. The fabric of his uniform strained against his biceps as he was leaning on his hands. Graces hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved up to trace the rack of ribbons on his chest. They moved to the wings with an anchor in the middle that sat right above the ribbons. Her hands continued their way upwards to the two bars that sat on his collar. Her eyes drifted up to his again as her hands rested by his collar. The atmosphere was now thick and Grace swallowed.

"I’m sorry, I- uh, do you want a cupcake?" She stumbled with her words, worried that she might have overstepped by touching his insignia, or the rest of his uniform for that matter. Jake lifted an eyebrow and let out a chuckle in amusement.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked, a smile now adorning his lips. Grace let out a breath.

"For touching your" She didn’t know what to call it really. "Things?" She then added, sounding unsure at the end. Jake shook his head, clearly amused with the girl infront of him.

"Don’t worry darling, it’s nothing. A cupcake sounds amazing." He replied as he straightened his back and let her slide down from the counter. She made her way towards the fridge and opened it. With her back towards him she spoke;

"Jake, I know this sounds lame, but would you maybe like to stay for a movie night?" She asked, taking out the platter with cupcakes before turning around and closing the door with her hip. As she saw his face her own broke out in a small smile, he was grinning widely at her, Babie now in his arms. He looked so comfortable there in her home with her cat in his arms. She really liked the thought of Jake being in her home with her, it was like he belonged here with her and Babie.

"I would love to darling." He said as he followed her out towards the living room. She placed the platter down, keeping the dome lid on still so Babie wouldn’t get to them. She then turned to Jake;

"I think I have some oversize sweatpants if you would like to change out of your uniform." She told him gesturing to his uniform, no matter how good he looked in that thing it couldn’t be as comfortable as sweatpants.

"Sure, that would be nice." Jake shrugged and followed her into her bedroom. It was a smaller room, a large bed was in the middle of it and her closet was a small room in the corner. Her bed was unmade with white linen sheets and a large knitted blanket was placed by the foot. A few books were stacked on her bed table and one were laying parted on the side she was reading, spine up on top of the other books. There were various plants and paintings scattered throughout the apartment and her bedroom were no exception of this. She came back from her closet with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and handed them to Jake.

"You can change in here if you want, I’ll go and get some other snacks." She said, giving him the biggest smile she could without feeling too much pain in her lip. Jake nodded and put the clothes on her bed before changing. He folded his uniform neatly and put it on a dresser she had in her room. When he walked out he saw that she had brought out wine, beer, chips and chocolate, fluffy blankets along with more pillows were on the couch as well. Jake smiled at the sight, Grace really had a habit of making things feel homey.

"Please sit, I’ll just change into some more comfy clothes as well." She said as she moved past him into her bedroom. Jake moved to plop down on the couch next to Babie, he absentmindedly stroked the cat as he waited for Grace to come back. Just a couple of minutes later she did, wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a large t-shirt along with some fluffy socks. She sat down on Jake’s other side and started her TV. He couldn’t stop staring at her, more specifically, her bare legs. They were filled with different colourful tattoos and that made it hard for Jake to look away. She looked absolutely stunning like this, hair slightly messy, a big shirt that covers more than her shorts, fluffy socks to keep her feet warm. The only thing he would change is the split in her lip. It was hard for Grace to look away from Jake as well, we all know what grey sweatpants do to a girl, add a slightly too tight shirt to the equation and it would be lethal. The shirt did nothing to cover Jake’s muscles, straining against his chest and slightly too short, showing a little bit of his belly. Hey eyes drifted further down to his lap but before she could let her eyes linger she pulled her self out of her trance.

"What would you like to watch?" She asked Jake, now feeling a bit more excited, the assault drifting further and further away from her conscious mind.

"Anything you would like darling." He said charmingly and Grace did a mock scoff.

"Really? No suggestions?" She asked and he shook his head in a no. Grace couldn’t help the smug feeling she was feeling and she gave Jake her most innocent look she could muster.

"Then you wouldn’t mind if I put on Twilight?" She was now batting her eyelashes at Jake who looked slightly uncomfortable by her suggestion.

"Really? Twilight?" He let out a chuckle and turned his body towards her. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Nothing would bring me more joy than hearing your brilliant commentary on such a cinematic masterpiece." She then said confidently and Jake let out a roaring laugh and then nodded.

"Sure, if that’s what makes you happy I’m game." He said, her heart swelled a little at his comment and she put on the vampire flick. Jake took a beer and Grace poured herself a glass of wine as the movie started. The movie rolled on and Jake’s comments really made Grace laugh throughout the whole movie.

"Wait, why did he leave?" Jake asked in confusion at the beginning of the next movie, they were now draped in blankets and Grace’s legs were propped up in Jake’s lap. The bowl of chips resting in Graces lap and the cupcakes were half eaten by now.

"Because he is stupid." Grace said simply as she put another chip in her mouth. Jake shook his head in confusion and sipped on his beer. "and stupidly hot." The younger girl added after she chewed her chip. Jake’s eyebrows shot up at her comment.

"What so that’s your type?" He asked in disbelief and Grace nodded.

"Yeah, moody dark boys are stupid hot." She said simply. Jake’s mouth fell open.

"But we shouldn’t forget about the DILF’s Charlie and Carlisle." Grace said nonchalantly and Jake let out a surprised laugh.

"So you like DILF’s then?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her, she let out a laugh at that.

"What, are you going to tell me you have a kid?" She said chuckling, Jake’s eyes widened in shock.

"I- no? What? No? Can’t I be a DILF without the kid?" He asked, confused.

"No, you either need to have a kid or be over 40." Grace said with a giggle at Jake’s face.

"But I’m a perfect DILF!" He protested and this made Grace laugh, her lip really hurt in he process.

"You are stupid hot though, don’t worry Jake, your time will come." She said casually as she calmed down from her laugher and sipped on her third glass of wine. He watched her drink her wine, he knew she was slightly affected by the alcohol.

"You’re only saying that cause you’re drunk." Jake said with a smile on his face, Grace let out a gasp.

"Am not! You are, totally wanted to sleep with you the first time I met you." Her eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth at what she just confessed. Jake let out a laugh and a smirk made its way onto his face.

"Did you now?" He mused.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." She then said quickly. Jake’s mouth fell open at how quick she denied what she just said. He then closed it, took away the bowl of chips and leaned over to Grace, his hands moved to her side and he started tickling her. The girl let out a shriek and started to try to defend herself but her legs were tangled in the blankets and with one hand he held down her arms.

"Jake! Stop!" She got out in-between laughs as she squirmed under him, his hand ruthlessly tickling her sides.

"I won’t stop until you admit it!" He said laughing at her.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." She force out as she was laughing uncontrollably.

"What was that?" He asked and then in a girlish voice he said; " Oh Jake tickle me more!" he then continued; "Are you sure? Okay darling." He said as he continued with the torturous movements.

"Fine! I’ll admit it!" Grace finally forced out between laughs.

"Admit what darling?" He asked, still tickling her sides.

"Okay, okay I wanted to sleep with you the first time I met you!" She said as she was laughing. Jake’s fingers stopped tickling her sides and Grace was breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. Jake’s other hand let go of her arms and he rested both his hands beside her head, still hovering over her. When her eyes flickered up again they met his already looking at her.

"What?" She whispered, her hands moving up his arms and rested on his neck, her fingers nervously playing with the hairs on his nape.

"You’re just so beautiful." He said honestly, he could see the pink on her cheeks from his complement, a smile formed on both of their lips. Jake started to slowly lean in, the atmosphere now thick with want and anticipation. He saw how her eyes fluttered shut and he felt her hands press down on his neck, bringing him down quicker. His lips was just hovering over hers when a loud crash was heard from the kitchen followed by an indignant meow. Grace let out a sigh, her eyes still closed. Jake slowly moved himself off of her body so they could go investigate what that noise was. When they entered the kitchen Grace let out a gasp, Babie had tipped over a pot of flowers.

"Babie!" Grace said disappointed, the cat meowed back at the girl. She went over and picked him up and looked him over so he didn’t hurt himself. Grace then handed the cat to Jake, who accepted the purring cat.

"He likes you." Grace said as she started sweeping up the remains of the pot. She picked up the flower, went over to a cabinet and took out another pot and placed it flowers in it before adding new soil. She watered the plant at put it in another spot so Babie wouldn’t do a repeat of what he just did.

"Of course he does, everyone likes me." Jake joked as he pet the black cat in his arms. "Even you wanted to jump me when we first met." He then added a mischievous smirk on his face. Grace’s jaw fell slack at his comment.

"I should never have told you that…" She said as she moved to stand in front of him. She crossed her arms over her chest as she shook her head in disappointment still sporting a smile on her face. As the pair made their way out to the living room again Jake spoke;

"What, it’s okay to admit it. I am stupid hot." He said teasing her even more from her drunken confessions. Grace let out a laugh as she threw herself on the couch, Jake following suit, Babie still purring in his arms.

"Okay you know what? Fine, you are stupid hot and you know it. How many women have you met that didn’t want to sleep with you?" Grace asked as she threw her arms out around her while letting out a laugh.

"None" He answered her question with a confident grin on his face. Jake took pride in his looks, he never really had any problems with women. Grace threw her arms out as to make a point.

"See! So why would I be any different?" She said laughing, he laughed with her.

"Well, I’m still teasing you about it." He said cheekily and Grace let her mouth fall open in disbelief.

"Really? Wow, asshole." She mumbled grumpily and then turned to watch the movie. Jake let out a laugh at that before placing Babie on his lap he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

"Don’t worry, I won’t tease you for your crush on me." He said confidently as he stroked her arm with his warm hand. Grace let out another frustrated huff at his statement but stayed put to his side. The end of the second movie rolled around and Grace was fast asleep by Jake’s side, she had curled up into a ball with an arm thrown across his midsection. Jake smiled at her sleeping form before turning off the TV. He slowly shimmied out of Grace’s grip before standing up.With a hand under her knees and one around her shoulders he picked her up and carried her to her bed. He placed her gently on her bed before pulling the covers over her body. Before he could turn around he saw her hand stick out to grab his pants. He looked at her face and her eyes were half open as she mumbled something incoherent.

"Darling, I can’t hear you, you gotta speak up." He said as he crouched down to her level. She closed her eyes again and snuggled closer to the covers as she let out a satisfied sigh.

"I said…" Yawn. "Thank you." Jake smiled at that before he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her head.

"No problem darling, sleep well." He smiled before standing up and leaving her room, turning off the lights at the process. Babie was still fast asleep on the couch as Jake put away the snacks and drinks that was still left on the table. With one last look around the apartment and his uniform in hand he left her home and made his way back to his housing unit.

Grace awoke the next day to an annoying vibrating sound next to her ear. With a grunt she reached out to silence the sound, it wasn’t until her hand touched her phone she realised that someone was calling her. Sighing she took her phone and slid the green icon to answer the call.

"Hello?" She said with a raspy voice.

"Rise and shine." A cheerful voice said on the other line.

"Phoenix? What time is it?" Grace asked rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"About 8 am, get ready, you’re joining us on the beach today!" Phoenix said, leaving no room for arguments. Grace let out a sigh before answering;

"What time should I be there?" Grace asked before stifling a yawn.

"9:30" Phoenix said and Grace could hear the smile in her voice.

"All right, see you there." Grace said and the girls said their goodbyes before hanging up. Grace swung her legs over the edge of her bed and saw that Jakes uniform were not on the dresser. It was then she realised she was in her bed and not in her couch. He must’ve carried her there last night. As she walked out to her living room she saw that Jake had cleaned up before leaving last night. Her heart swelled at his thoughtfulness she then saw a note on her fridge that read;

"You fell asleep last night, I hope I put back the things in their right places. Sleep well darling x - J" A smile broke out on Grace’s face and she winced at the pain it caused her but she couldn’t help herself when he acted so sweet. Grace placed the note in its old place on her fridge before she got out breakfast.

It was 9:25 when Grace pulled up to the parking lot of the Hard Deck. Phoenix had texted her where they would meet after their phone call. Getting out of her car she grabbed her bag filled with drinks, snacks and towels as she made her way towards the beach behind the popular bar. The group of aviators came into view as she came closer. None of them were wearing a shirt and they were throwing around two balls, running around like chickens. Grace let out a giggle at the sight before spotting Penny at the patio of the bar she owned. She waved and made her way towards Penny.

"Hey, how are you?" She asked as she came closer to the older woman. She gave the young girl a smile before answering;

"I’m good, how are you feeling?" Penny asked and Grace nodded as an answer, she then turned to look at the aviators who were laughing and playing their game.

"They’re playing dog fight football… Pete’s invention." Penny said as she sipped on a drink.

"Oh, well, I’m glad they’re having fun." Grace said as she removed her tube top to get some sun. Penny turned to her with a smirk.

"Speaking of fun… What did you and hangman do last night?" She wiggled her eyebrows at Grace who let out a loud laugh. What she didn’t notice was that Jake caught her laugh and whipped his head around to stare at Grace. She was sitting there in only a black bikini top and cut off jeans, laughing at something Penny said. He noticed more tattoos on her chest and stomach and, oh my god, is that a piercing? He was transfixed as he studied the younger girl, he failed to notice Rooster who came in quickly and tackled him to the ground with such force that left them both lying in the sand.

"We just watched a movie, nothing saucy." She said before her head whipped around as the group down on the beach shouted in shock. When her eyes found what they were looking at, Jake on the ground with Rooster on top of him. She let out a gasp and stood up to see better only to see Rooster roll off of Jake.

"All right, take five!" An older man shouted as he made his way towards Penny and Grace started to make her way towards Jake and the others. She met the man halfway and he stopped, stretched his hand for her to shake, which she did.

"I’m Pete, but you can call me Mav, I’m their Captain." He said smiling, Grace returned his smile.

"I’m-" "Grace, I know, nice to meet you." He interrupted her and then started to walk towards Penny again.

"You too!" Grace shouted to him before continuing to walk towards the group. Jake and Rooster were still laying on the ground in agony and the rest of the group was standing around them in a circle. It must’ve been one collision for them both to stay down so long.

"Hey Grace!" Payback waved as she neared the group.

"Hey guys! What happened?" She asked, now joined in the circle around Jake and Bradley. She had a look of worry plastered on her face as she was looking at the two men laying in the sand.

"You happened…" Jake muttered in pain as Bradley slowly sat up. Grace was shocked at Jake’s statement and her worried face disappeared.

"What do you mean I happened? I was nowhere near you when this happened." Grace huffed, all sympathy gone after the accusation, she crossed her arms over her chest. The group stifled a laugh as Jake’s eyes shot open, he then slowly sat up with a groan.

"You and that godforsaken top" He then continued, the group burst out laughing at that. He was seriously blaming Grace’s bikini for his mishap. Grace huffed again.

"You should really learn how to keep your eyes to yourself then Lieutenant." She rolled her eyes at the now smirking lieutenant. He rose to his feet, the group were still cackling at Jake’s comments.

"Well, darling, it’s hard when you look like that." He said, still with a smirk on but holding his shoulder.

"Look like what?" She challenged.

"Stupid hot." He smirked.

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟔 | 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞

a/n: this took me so long to finish but i hope the length makes up for it! also if you cant tell i started listening to tosotd near the end so yas ig? this is also not proofread so enjoy

word count: 3359

warnings: slightly toxic relationship? some angst? not rly tho; bad characterization and development; allegations to billy's abuse but not rly; a twinge of misogyny; cursing; mentions of sex but no smut; a happy ending but im 100% going to make it angsty next time so; underage drinking

relationships: billy hargrove x reader; steve harrington x reader except not really y/n is mean to him tho; platonic! nancy wheeler x reader

It had been raining when Billy had shown up to your house the first night.

You hadn’t been doing much, after all it wasn’t even ten, until you heard the knock on your door. Fixing up your nightgown you opened the door, and there he stood. Billy. Except, he didn’t look like himself. He was bleeding from a cut on his cheekbone.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Billy mumbled as he stepped past you inside. “Do you have something to clean this with?”

“I can try to find something, just… sit down.”

Billy absentmindedly nodded as he sat on the far edge of your couch, his leg bouncing impatiently.

You searched through the nearest closet until you found a random first aid kit you had bought several years ago. Taking out a gauze and saline you sat down next to Billy, holding his face in your hand.

Billy hissed as you applied the cool liquid on the cut.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

“Are you gonna tell me how you got this?”

“I got in a fight.”

“With who?

“I dunno. Some guy in the alley.”

“Billy. Look at me.”

Billy finally shifted his gaze towards you. “Like I said. Some guy in the alley. He was acting like an asshole. It wasn’t even that bad. He ended up worse.”

“Who started it?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“B-”

“Look, I came here, because I figured you wouldn’t ask questions. Jesus, if I wanted this I would just gone to the police station. Can you please just- hurry and finish this.”

You could feel like he was lying. His eyes were shifty and he was avoiding your gaze. Still, you didn’t press.

“I’m done.”

You looked into his eyes, trying to find some warmth in them but it was gone. It surprised you how quickly he could change from such a sweet, caring guy to… whatever this was.

“Do you want to stay?”

“I’m good.”

Billy stood up, ready to leave as quickly as he had arrived.

You grabbed after Billy’s hand, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” Billy pulled away from you and grabbed his jacket, leaving once again.

This was only the first of several times.

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Once again your relationship with Billy was a mess. You would hook up, talk about whatever meaningless things were on your mind (most of it being shit talking the people at school), and leave, letting you feel even more in love. Then he would randomly show up to your house for you to do your best to comfort him after the dozens of fights he got into, only to ignore you for a day or two until he needed you. It was exhausting.

“What are we?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said,'' What are we? Or am I not allowed to ask that question too.” You leaned against the brick wall behind the gym, where you and Billy had just “coincidentally” met, and waited expectantly for his answer.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you take me, sometimes, on dates. And we hook up. But you also don’t want me around you. So what is that supposed to mean?”

“Like I said I don’t know.”

“Do you even like me?”

“Yes- no, I mean, define like.”

“So you do like me! You just don’t have the guts to say it. Who would’ve guessed?”

“It’s not that, it’s- I don’t know what we are yet, okay? Why do we even have to put a name on it, Christ, you’re… fun and smart and I like talking to you.”

“You know what, I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, without adding just a twinge of some disgusting remark.”

Billy scoffed and stepped closer to you. “As if you don’t like it.”

“And so you ruined it.” You let out a quick laugh, a plan of sorts starting to form in your mind. “So… if we aren’t anything, then you wouldn’t mind if I maybe went with Steve to the Fall Break party this week, would you?”

“And why would you do that when I’m right here, doll?”

“Maybe you’re getting a little boring.”

“I highly doubt that.”

You pulled Billy closer to you, fiddling with his collar of his half buttoned shirt. “Just think about it. It’ll be a fun… game for us. ”

“This isn’t like you at all.”

You shrugged, smoothing out the wrinkles on Billy’s top. “Maybe. But someone’s gotta keep having major mood swings too, right?”

You turned, walking back towards the school. All you could hope was that Billy would get the hint.

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“So… we’re good?”

You put on the sweetest face you could manage and leaned closer to Steve, “Of course we are silly. I could never be that mad at you.” You were just lying through your teeth at this point. You didn’t care about Steve. You cared about Billy. And you were willing to do whatever it took to get his eyes back on you.

“That’s awesome! You know, I kinda thought you had a thing for that jerk but I knew you’d come to your senses soon enough. Want me to walk you to class?” Steve gave you a crooked smile, his hand reaching for your shoulder. You immediately shrugged him off, ignoring the first part of his sentence. “No thanks. Let’s just try to keep this… private. You aren't exactly high on the social ladder, so to speak.”

“Oh,” Steve’s smile faded. You had forgotten how whiney he could be sometimes. God knows how many times you had deluded yourself into thinking you liked him.

“I’ll see you later though, at my place, for the party. Got it?”

Steve gave a weak nod and you stood up from your chair, you were ready to leave this awkward hellhole. Careful to check no one was there, you exited the library. This party had to be one of your best.

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You felt Nancy’s eyes on the back of your head as you applied the final layer of polish on your nails. You had invited her over, as sort of a peace treaty, before the party. You two had a type of truce going on. You weren’t exactly the bestest friends you used to be but you didn’t hate each other.

“So what's with you and Jonathan?” You asked in an attempt to spark a conversation.

“Oh, um, we’re just friends.”

“You sure about that?”

“Of course! Why would you think it was anything more?”

You turned around from your spot on your desk to meet Nancy’s eyes. “Hellooo, have you seen the way he looks at you? He gets all like puppy dog eyed.”

“Shut up he does not!” Nancy was starting to turn red at your comments. “If anything, we should talk about you going out with Billy!”

“I am not going out with Billy-”

“Oh you so are, everyone knows-”

“They do not because there is nothing to know in the first place!”

“They do! Please, he’s always looking for you in the hall and he’s always giving Steve shit about you.”

“Really?”

Nancy slid off the bed to sit next to you on your loveseat. “Uhhh, yeah! C’mon you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”

“I haven’t!”

“You’re lying! Look at me.”

You gave Nancy the most deadpan look you could manage and she snorted. “You’re kidding right? He even asked me about you once.”

“What? When? What did you say?” If you were honest you thought Billy hadn’t even remembered that you had told him you and Nancy were friends.

“He asked on like the first day, in Chemistry. He sits behind me and he asked me if I knew who you were. I just said you were, like, a cheerleader. I didn’t give him much.” Nancy gave you an awkward smile.

You let out a sigh of relief. Nancy hadn’t been a bitch and Billy hadn’t tried anything with her. “That’s not too bad.”

“Yeah.”

After a pause, you felt like you were about to burst. You had to tell someone. “I’ve been hooking up with Billy for like 2 weeks now.”

“Excuse me? Y/N you’re- are you serious? I thought you just like flirted with him, I was totally joking, you’re actually sleeping with him? Do you have any idea- I-”

You flashed Nancy a stiff smile, you’re voice getting tenser as you spoke, “What it’s not like a crime, he's a good lay, and it’s nothing major it’s just that, no emotions or feelings involved whatsoever, it’s not like I care about him and he cares about me, right? Right?”

Nancy stared at you, her mouth open. “Y/N… does Steve know?”

You groaned and leaned on her shoulder, “No, he thinks I don’t even like him. Nance, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Please.” You moved away from her to look her in the eyes.

Nancy grabbed your hand, “I swear I won’t tell anyone, okay? You can trust me.”

“Good.”

You had missed having a best friend, someone you could rely on. Even though you couldn’t open up to Nancy completely, you could at least tell her some things, and that had to count for something.

Just as Nancy started to ask you a question the doorbell rang. You turned to look at the clock, it was already 8. The time you had promised Carol and the group you could start pregaming.

“Shit. You wanna stay up here until it’s time or?”

Nancy nodded, “I don’t really want to see them and I don’t think your friends really want to see me either.”

“Okay.” You stood up, squeezing Nancy’s hand for some reassurance. You heard Tina’s scratchy voice yelling at you from downstairs, telling you to hurry up. Hopefully the party won't leave your house completely in ruins.

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You feigned interest as Steve talked to you about his day. You were in the most “isolated” corner you could find, though you still felt cramped. You weren't paying much attention to the boy in front of you, you were more focused on what Billy was saying that made some girl laugh so hard. The guy was fun, but not that much.

“I’m gonna tell him- Y/N- Y/N/N, hello are you here?”

You looked back at Steve, his face scrunching up in annoyance. “Did you even hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, you were, uh, talking about the basketball team right?”

“Uh huh. Coach is thinking of benching and so, what I’m going to tell him is to-”

You smiled and nodded once again, as you started to tune out Steve, barely hearing what he had to say. The girl seemed to be having the time of her life with Billy and you were stuck with option number two. The whole point of this game was for you to make Billy jealous, not the other way around.

“Hey, I’m going to get a drink, why don’t you go mingle for a bit, I’ll be right back,” you interrupted.

“Sure, I’ll see you in a few.”

You gave Steve a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping Billy would notice, as you walked over to the kitchen, taking a shot of who knows what, that was laid out on the table.

You scanned the area around you until you found Tina laughing with some guy on the football team. The moment she noticed you watching her, she stopped and went over to you.

“What’s going on?”

“Do you know her?” you motioned to the girl who was now resting a hand on Billy’s shoulder, leaning onto him on the couch.

“Oh, her? That’s Heather Holloway. She's in my Math class. What about her?”

“What’s her fucking deal? Who does she even think she is?”

“I don’t know, I think her dad’s like the owner of the newspaper or whatever.”

“You got any dirt on her?”

“Uhhh, no. But- I can try to find some things about her.”

“Good. Come find me if things escalate between them”

You found another shot glass and drank it, leaving Tina. You moved throughout the bodies in the room, unsure of where exactly you were planning on going. Jesus christ this party was gonna be a horrible mess to clean up.

Rolling your eyes at Carol and Tommy making out in a corner, you spotted Nancy holding a water bottle, and went straight to her.

“You’re not drinking?”

Nancy looked back up at you, shaking her head, “After Halloween, I don’t think I’m ever gonna be in the mood for alcohol ever again. What’s wrong with you? Is this not fun?”

“It is- it’s just exhausting, y’know. I just wanted to ask you something.”

Nancy shot you a smile, “Spill.”

“Would you mind if I got back together with Steve?”

“I thought you were into Billy-”

“It’s hard to explain but I just need Steve for a-”

“A scheme? Y/N/N you can’t just play with people’s emotions, it's wrong and you know that.”

“I’m willing to face the consequences, Nance. Trust me, it’s gonna work out, I’m sure of it.”

“You don’t need my permission. If you want to date Steve, that's your issue. I won’t be mad.” Nancy looked worried, like she always did whenever you came up with a plan. “Just- please don’t get in trouble.”

You gave her a tight smile, “I won’t.”

You left Nancy, figuring enough time had passed for you to go look for Steve.

You found Steve wallowing against the stairs, paying attention to Jonathan who seemingly just showed up. You were so giddy with anticipation of how you were going to win in the end that even he couldn’t even annoy you. And just in luck for you, Steve was just within eyesight of Billy and Heather.

You grabbed Steve’s hand and dragged him closer to you, making sure you made a show out of it. “What are you doing right now?”

“Uhhh… nothing waiting for- for you, why-” Steve looked around nervously.

You cradle his face in your hands pulling him closer to you. “How about you do me?”

“Jesus, Y/N-”

You smiled and kissed Steve’s jaw stopping to turn around, acting as if you were shy, when in reality you were trying to spot Billy. And you did find him. Heather was trying to practically sit on his lap, all while Billy was glaring daggers at you. But you didn’t mind. If Billy said you weren’t a couple and he could flirt with other girls, then you could be with Steve. After all, isn’t all fair in love and war?

“C’mon” you nipped at Steve’s ear. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.” You had never lied more than you were now.

You giggled as you grabbed Steve’s hand and walked him upstairs heading to your bedroom.

The moment you shoved him on your bed you heard a knock at your door.

“It’s busy!”

The knocking remained. “I said, I’m busy!” You yelled back. Of course the universe wanted to stop you now that everything was finally falling into place.

“Just ignore them-”

“Shut up Steve.”

You got off Steve, and walked to the door, opening it up to a stressed looking Tina. “Did you not hear me? I said, I’m busy. Unless it’s an emergency, I don’t want to hear it.

“It’s Holloway. She’s trying to convince him to ditch.”

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Tina moved away from you, trying to not get in your way.

You turned to look at Steve, “I have to go. Sorry!” Steve only gave you a half hearted smile.

At least you didn’t hook up with him. You shoved Tina to the side as you walked downstairs, hoping maybe you could spot Billy and Heather leaving so you could chew him out for it later. Instead you stumbled into him right as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Why are you leaving him so soon? Could Stevie not get it up or did he finish too quickly for you?” Billy snickered, he was practically rubbing it in your face now. You thought his reaction would’ve been more different.

“Oh you are in no position to be talking right now, how could you?”

“How could I what?”

“Heather? Really? That bitch?”

“What did she do to you?”

“More like what didn't' she do! Why would you hook up with her?”

“Did you forget you were about to fuck Harrington?”

“You knew I would have never.”

Billy snorted, “Of course you wouldn’t have. The same way I wouldn’t have hooked up with Heather.”

“You are so frustrating! Why don’t you just leave like you were planning on?”

“So that girl was eavesdropping on me!”

You rolled your eyes at his comments.

“C’mon, I thought you wanted a break.”

“And I thought you wanted to date me, so I guess we were both wrong,” You spat. Sure, you were pissed at Billy and Heather but you were mostly mad at yourself. You hated how Nancy was right that this was going to fail and you hated how now, Steve probably thought you were after him.

“I’m going to take a breather. Maybe you should just leave me alone.”

“Y/N-”

You moved past Billy and left the party, heading straight to your car. You didn’t know where you were going to go, but you figured anywhere was better than here.

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It looked like a thunderstorm was about to happen. You tugged on the sleeves of your cashmere sweater trying to let your thoughts drift away from the party. It had been three days since the Fall Party. You didn’t want to call what happened between you and Billy a fight but it sure felt like it. He hadn’t called, or shown up to talk to you, and you ignored him as well. You had told him to leave you when all you really wanted was him yet you just had to self sabotage. You rested your head against the cold window of your bedroom, trying to let the pitter patter of the rain lull you to sleep, when you heard a harder tap on your window, that was certainly not the rain. You ignored it for a few seconds until it started to annoy you, and so you looked down the window seeing a sight you didn’t expect.

You opened the window quickly rambling“What the hell are you doing- are you insane? You’re going to freeze out there! Why didn’t you just knock-”

“Look I just want to talk- can we just do that?”

You slammed the window shut and ran down your staircase opening the door. Billy stood there, his jacket soaking wet from the pouring rain. You immediately reached for him, getting him inside. You crossed your arms as you spoke, “You could get a cold B, that’s not.. safe.”

“We’ve done worse things.”

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

“Excuse me?” Billy was a lot of things, but he was not the type to admit his mistakes.

“I don’t like it when we… argue. I was mad. I don’t want to see you with Harrington.”

“And I don't want to see you with Heather.”

“I swear, I don’t like her. She was just the first chick who came up to me.”

“Billy-”

“Look, I- I have a lot fucked up shit going on. I don’t want to get you involved.”

“But I want to be involved. You should be able to trust me.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“And I won’t.” You stepped closer to Billy holding his hand in your face. “No matter what happens, if you let me, I’ll be here for you.”

Billy stared at you with those deep blue eyes of his. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

For the first time, Billy didn’t say anything, he just pulled you into a hug. There was nothing vulgar about it. It was just sweet, something that you had longed for. You held each other like that for god knows how much. You knew you loved him, and you hoped he could know that without needing you to say it.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagines #partners by blairwritesthings #run on sentences? i hardly know her

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