#( by the way i'll be on tomorrow! got caught up in some last minute plans and yIKes

[onmyyan]

Yandere DC Purge Au

A/N: inspired by a bot on janitor ai here's the link reader is this universes wolverine fem reader, yandere themes

Getting home from the Titans Tower, you shrug off your brown leather biker jacket, letting the heavy garment fall to the floor with an audible thump.

Boot clad feet accidentally kick a small black elegantly wrapped package that been slipped through your mail slot. (E/c) Eyes full of curiosity, you bend down to pick up the box, it was a little bigger than your hand, unable to fight the curiosity, you threw your helmet on the couch and used your sharp pointer finger nail to tear a seam into the paper, your mind moved a mile a minute as five neat letters in black envelopes were revealed.

Your heart falls to your stomach, you knew what these letters meant, what they entailed, you'd been chosen, and not by one yandere, but five. You didn't bother to read the letters, setting them down on your coffee table like the paper was going to bite you, sitting on the couch with a groan, your shoulders coiled like a animal ready to pounce. In all your 24 years you'd never had to deal with a yandere, while you were aware of them of course, your particular lifestyle didn't allow for such things, you were a hero after all, you couldn't help but tense, yes you were a formidable fighter, yes you had confidence in your abilities to defend yourself but five separate psycho's? That was a lot to deal with even for you.

You had a day to prepare, that's all the decency the government allowed people like her. A day to prepare for the insanity that was the Purge. All former plans for a quiet week off patrols were gone, replaced by your fierce determination. You wouldn't be caught, you'd been caged enough for your lifetime.

The next morning you make your way into the Titans Tower business as usual, you had no idea who the senders of the letters were so you kept your guard up.

It was a tradition for the team to hang out one last time before the purge, since all crime, including all yandere crime, was legal, the team technically got a week long vacation. So they liked to hangout the day before those infamous sirens would ring out across the city. The whole team was there, doing their usual things when you were approached by Rachel Roth aka Raven.

"Your mind is.. guarded tonight, are you alright?" Her soft monotone voice calls out dragging you from your mind, "Yeah just ..tense about tomorrow ya know?" Your voice gruff yet feminine, you didn't mind the fact that she was peaking into your head, having long since gotten used to her antics, instead you lean back on the counter surveying the room with a calculated gaze. You kept your thoughts clear knowing she had a penchant for reading your mind without permission, you didn't want to tell the team about the letters for a multitude of reasons, the main one being you didn't know if it was one of them who sent it. Of course you trusted your team but you'd learned long ago to trust yourself before anyone else.

And your enhanced animal like senses told you danger was a foot. "Any big plans for the week?" You ask casually still observing your other teammates.

"I rented a cabin in the snow, very tranquil, very secluded.." she paused a moment her dark eyes scanning your features, "You could come with me- if you don't want to spend the purge alone?" The question hung heavy in the air, the intensity in her gaze made you smirk, no way in hell were you taking a trip right now.

"I actually have some plans already." You smiled at the dark haired sorceress, trying to soothe the wound of denial. "Well if you at any point change your mind simply call for me and I'll be there." She says flatly, but her steel gaze was as intense as ever.

"Definitely." You respond before pushing off the counter, "I'm gonna hit the gym, see you later Rav."

'Well that was something' you thought to yourself, she'd always been attached to you, finding comfort in your troubled past, but she'd never looked so..like that before.

Shaking off the encounter you find yourself in the gym toned (s/c) arms stretching across your chest in preparation, a training dummy standing across from you. Just before you throw the first punch Conner aka Superboy walks in the room his arms crossed. "You wanna keep playing with that thing or you want a real fight?" The tall wall of a man asks walking closer to you, this wasn't out of the ordinary as you were one of the only people on the team who could keep up with Conner physically.

"let's go." You say getting into a fighting stance, your feet wide, fists in front of your face.

The spar was intense as usual with him, he didn't hold back, because of your healing factor he didn't need to, and you preferred it that way. You two danced around the mat swiping at each other, trading blows that would send a normal human to the grave. Your adamantium covered skeleton allowed you to land hits on him that actually sent him reeling. Your breath came out in heavy pants as Conner made an expert dodge, he sweeps his leg under you catching you off guard enough to stumble backwards, he grips your tank top stopping you from hitting the mat staring at you for a second too long before bringing you into a head lock, panting in your ear, "You give?" You could hear the smirk on his face, you growl under your breath, "Fuck off.", elbowing him hard enough to make him release you, instead of getting angry he just grins at you looking like an animal about to pounce.

The spar ends in a draw both of you covered in sweat, "you wanna hang out tomorrow?" He asks wiping his forehead, you pause thinking over the fact that tomorrow was the first night of the Purge, sure is didn't start until 7pm but it was risky as hell to go about business as usual on the day of.

"Sorry big guy I'm fully booked." The lie flows off your tongue easily enough, you couldn't risk getting Conner involved in whatever the yanderes had planned for you tomorrow, you also couldn't rule him out as a suspect yet.

The rest of your day is full of similar interactions with your team, Garfield aka Beast Boy had invited you over to his place for a gaming fueled sleepover, pouting when you decline, Kori aka Starfire had offered to straight up stay with you for the duration of the purge, looking absolutely confused as to why you'd said no.

The day ends with you gathering your things as you wouldn't be in the tower for a week. Damian, the current Robin and leader of your team walks over before you can leave. "I assume you've made preparations?" The enigmatic man spoke in that usual Damian tone that you could never quite get a read on. "I'll be fine." Was your simple answer. His green eyes studied you, taking in your response. He simply smirks at you before bidding you goodnight.

You got zero sleep that night the rainy Gotham skies a background to your inner turmoil. Your instincts said to run so you were. A few minutes before the sirens go off, you're in your garage, a duffle bag thrown over your shoulders, when you notice your bike's tires have been slashed, both of them deflated.

Cursing under your breath you steady your nerves before heading back up to your apartment. Navigating the streets of Gotham on the first night of the purge was a bad idea even for a self healing mutant with adamantium claws like yourself. Instead you choose to take the situation as it came, barricading the front door with a bookshelf, you pour yourself a double shot of whiskey and light the cigar you'd been saving for a special occasion.

The shrill terror inducing sound of the annual purge sirens go off on schedule, you remain unflinching as you prepare yourself for the inevitable encounter.

About five minutes after the bell stops ringing there's a loud knock on your door, the handle jingling seconds after, "(Y/n), open the door." The command was given pleadingly. You recognized that voice, the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention. You were prepared for some nobody to try and claim you. Not him.

"We're getting in there no matter what so you may as well just," a loud bang shook the wood, "Open up." A second voice spoke out, this one just as familiar as the first, your heart fell to your stomach at the realization, the other three didn't need to speak for you to guess they were out there.

Your eyes quickly scan the window of your apartment, you were on the third floor but it was an easy drop for someone with your healing ability.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be." The third gruff voice speaks before a gunshot is heard, the bastard had shot out your front door lock, a blue eye peaked in the hole locking onto you instantly a predatory look in the gaze. "There you are kitty." He says before glaring at the bookshelf in his way, it doesn't take much for him to start throwing his shoulder into the wood of the door.

"Don't scare her." The fourth voice chimed in but did nothing to stop the man barreling into your apartment. By the time the five entered you had already booked it out the window, your broken ankles healing as you sprint down the dimly lit Gotham streets.

"She's on the move." Bruce finally speaks, his authoritative voice left no room for argument. Damian was the first to act scaling down the apartment so fast he skipped some steps, he was a man on a mission.

Dick was quick to follow flipping out the window and landing gracefully before giving chase. Tim quickly pulled out a tablet tracking your every move.

Jason snarls at the chase, running after you like a beast on the hunt. Bruce follows behind in the batmobile with Tim guiding him to your location in the passenger seat, each man's heart burning for you.

The night had just begun and you were now playing a game you wanted no part in.

[jetblack4realz]

lake days i - jake "hangman" seresin x reader

summary - when you and jake get stationed in your hometown, you decide to drag him with you to a lake day with your family - it taking a much different turn than expected.

!split into parts & takes place years and years before the uranium mission!

pt ii , pt iii , pt iv , pt v

warnings - none

word count - 5.7k

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the hawaii mission wasn't the first time you'd met jake seresin, but it was certainly the first time he caught your attention.

you both had been put in a position to compete for the mission, but in a surprise turn of events they just threw you both in. jake led, which he never let you forget, but your captain had decided that he needed you as a wingman, which you never let him forget. you knew his reputation and you'd seen it firsthand, but he was a surprisingly good partner to you. the mission was a success, of course, and you both finished out the last four months of assignment together. as your six months finished out, you found yourself hoping to be stationed with him again.

and you were.

admiral hensley called you both to his office when giving you new orders for the next 18 months and you couldn't help the small smile pulling at your lips. when you exited, hangman pulled you into his side with a laugh.

"excited to be my wingman again, sweetheart?" he asked.

"i think this time you'll find it's the other way around," you answered, winking as you laughed and pulled out of his grasp.

"we'll see about that," he said, smirking.

you both arrived in fort worth, texas with wide grins on your mouths.

"home sweet home," jake said. you hauled your bags onto your shoulders, striding off the runway and towards base. you began to walk towards the office, phone in your hand as you began typing in a local number.

"bronco," the man called with furrowed brows. "you not going to the bunks?"

"this is my home base," you replied. "i've got a place just a half hour out of here."

"how are you getting there?" he asked, quirking a brow with a simple smirk. "your boyfriend picking you up?"

you laughed, shaking your head. "don't got one. don't have time for one. my dad and brothers are coming, i haven't seen some of 'em in almost two years."

"glad you get to now," he told you with a surprisingly genuine smile. you nodded, smiling back.

"yeah, me too," you said. he nodded once before turning again, presumably to his room on base. "hey, hangman."

he turned, eyebrow raised in question.

"aren't you from texas too? anywhere around here?"

"odessa," he answered. he breathed a laugh. "so, no."

you watched each other for a few moments as you very openly debated something in your head. you breathed out slowly before finally just throwing it out there. "you like boating?"

your question caught him off guard. "boating?"

"yeah," you nodded. you quirked a brow, smirking slightly. "you ever been?"

"well, yeah," he nodded slowly. "like, twice."

"twice?" you exclaimed, shaking your head. "that's no good hangman. you should come with us this weekend. my family's property is just 45 minutes off of eagle mountain lake and we were gonna head over saturday. if you don't already have plans, we'd love to have you."

it was memorial day weekend, and your family always spent it on the lake. in light of your fresh transfer, your new admiral had granted you and jake both the monday off and you were definitely taking advantage of the three day weekend.

"you sure?" he asked, raising a brow. "i don't want to intrude. you haven't seen them in so long and i-"

"hangman, if you don't get to see your family, at least come see mine," you answered with a small smile. "they're very welcoming."

he debated for a few moments before huffing a breath. "you're very kind, bronco."

"so, that's a yes?" you asked, grinning. before he could answer, you began walking backwards to enter the office. "i'll take you back with me after shift friday! see you tomorrow!"

you mock-saluted him before turning on your heel and throwing open the door, slipping through it with an excited blush on your cheeks. hangman laughed to himself, shaking his head as he turned to make his way to the bunks. he couldn't believe you'd just invited him back to your family's house - but he couldn't say he wasn't glad you did.

"ready?" you asked, hand on your hip with a grin as jake approached you with his small dufflebag thrown over his shoulder. he nodded.

"as i'll ever be," he answered. "where you parked?"

you led him outside to a beat up brown subaru, pulling the driver's side door open. he quirked a brow as he examined the car, fingers running over the chipping paint.

"didn't imagine you a subaru gal, bronco," he mused, restraining a laugh. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

"i'm not. it's my mom's, she's letting me borrow it while i'm here," you answered.

"we gotta get you something better than that," he laughed. "for one, your mom outta want her car back and for two, i can't be seen in a - what year is it?"

"2005," you muttered.

"in a 2005, brown subaru outback," he said, clicking his tongue against his teeth thrice.

"oh, you can't be seen in it? i have to drive this thing to a naval airbase every day of my life," you laughed.

"we'll find you something better. with all this driving you're doing, you definitely need it," he told you. you rolled your eyes again.

"just get in the car, hangman," you said, slipping into the driver's side.

he laughed, tossing his bag in the backseat. "alright, alright."

the drive went smoothly, conversation with jake was never real difficult. as you pulled down a dirt road, passing under a large metal overhead sign announcing that it was the l/n residence jake watched it, a smile pulling at his lips.

"now before we get there, i've gotta warn you," you started, glancing at the man next to you. "all my brothers are in town for this and so are their wives and kids. it'll be a mad house, but it's all love i promise you. just, be prepared for a barrage of questions and kids wanting your attention."

"how many brothers do you have?" he asked.

"three older brothers - logan who's married to brynlee, barrett who's married to alice, and gideon who's thriving single, and two younger brothers - joshua who's married to kyrie, and darren who's 17 so he's single. and all in all, i think i have four, no five nieces and nephews. oh, but alice is pregnant with their first, so like five and a half," you answered, breathing in deeply after the long-winded explanation. you glanced at him with a nervous chuckle. "i told you, it's a lot."

he was smiling widely, shaking his head. "it sounds wonderful. really. i've got a big family too, just all sisters and brother-in-laws. i'm excited to have all those people around again."

your nervous smile softened and you nodded, pulling into the driveway. "i'm glad."

you both climbed out of the car, jake moving to grab his duffle from the back but you shook your head. "leave it, we'll take it back to mine after dinner."

"oh, right," he answered, forgetting entirely that you had your own place and that he was staying there, with you, alone. he trailed after you as you approached the beautiful oak front door.

you turned to him with a grin, hand gripping the door handle. "brace yourself, hangman."

with that, you threw the door open with a yell of, "honey, i'm home!" jake laughed as he watched three kids instantly attach themselves to your legs, the oldest little boy looking about five.

"oh my gosh, you guys are hug!" you exclaimed.

the little boy looked up at jake, his head cocked to the side in evident interest.

"auntie y/n, who's that?" he asked. just as you opened your mouth to answer, a teenager walked in with a teasing grin and answered for her.

"that's her boyfriend," he said in a sing-song tone. you rolled your eyes, whacking him in the shoulder.

"shut up, darren," you said. you picked up the five year old, turning to jake with a smile. "finn, this is jake. jake, this is logan's oldest, finn. he's five."

jake smiled, offering him a little wave. "hey, finn."

you gestured to a little girl at your feet. "and this is leila, finn's little sister. she's three." there was another girl next to leila. "and everleigh, also three. but, she's josh's." you whacked your little brother in the shoulder again, a wry smile on your lips as you tried to not laugh at his dramatic outburst of pain. "and my little brother, darren."

"hi," jake laughed. darren stretched a hand forward, grinning widely.

"welcome to the family," he teased as jake shook the boy's hand. jake laughed heartily.

"thanks, glad to be here."

introductions with the rest of the family continued in the dining room, the remaining two nephews sitting in their dad's lap.

"y/n!" the family chorused.

"hey guys," you grinned. you turned to let jake step forward, your brothers smirking at you as he did so. "everybody, this is jake seresin, my wingman on my last mission." he looked at you with raised brows and a breathy laugh, shaking his head slightly. you concealed your laughing with a slim grin, continuing. "he's gonna be spending the weekend with us."

your mother approached with a sweet smile on her face. "jake, how wonderful to meet you. y/n's told us so much."

"oh has she?" jake asked with a grin in your direction. he shook her hand gently, a small smile directed at the older woman.

"enough for us to be glad to have you," your dad chimed in. "we hear you're competitive. you good at water sports?"

"can't say i've tried any," jake laughed sheepishly. you exchanged grins with your brothers. you patted his arm.

"don't worry, we'll change that," you told him. you turned your attention back to your family. you took your time to point out each brother and sister-in-law, and your remaining two twin one year old nephews, brigham and beckham, who were josh's.

everyone was very welcoming towards him and he found his heart swelling at the experience of being with so much family. as they all conversed and ate, he began to realize where you had gotten all of your snark and sarcasm - he supposed that's what growing up with five brothers got you. but, as he watched the way your mother treated everyone and how your father ensured the teasing never reached a tipping point, he also began to understand how you tended to know the balances of things and always be cordial to others. it was a talent that slipped his mind some of the time, but in the presence of such kind people he made sure to do.

darren had taken an extreme liking to the 30-year-old, asking him all sorts of questions about what he flew, how he flew, what missions he'd been on (which he obviously couldn't tell him), and everything about the navy. this got finn excited too, the little one climbing on your lap just to lean over to jake to catch his attention.

"you do realize that i'm in the navy too, right?" you asked darren with a raised brow, pulling finn back to keep him from slipping off your knee as he held onto jake's arm. "everything he's done, i've done. you've never asked me before."

"you're not as cool, y/n," gideon teased you in response, darren laughing and nodding in agreement.

"i'd have to agree," jake said, winking at you as your brothers laughed.

"so, where are you from, jake?" your mom asked with a smile.

"odessa," he answered, matching her smile. "born and raised texan."

"good," your dad nodded. "your family still back there?"

"yes sir," jake said. "mom and sisters at least. dad died a few years back."

"sorry to hear that, son," your dad said, giving him a small nod.

"odessa," your mom hummed. "what did you say your last name was again, honey?"

"seresin," jake answered politely.

"your mom's maiden name?" she furthered. jake laughed, glancing at you momentarily.

"sorry, mom grew up in odessa," you told him with a short laugh, shooting your mom a look to stop interrogating him. "sure she's just trying to make connections."

"oh, it's fine," jake said. it was a common occurrence in texas. "she was a gilbert."

"gilbert," she repeated again. her eyes lit up. "alyssa gilbert?"

"yeah," he laughed. "you know her?"

"we went to high school together!" she cheered. "how about that? we're friends on facebook but haven't talked in years. i'll have to tell her i've got you over here, maybe they can come over sometime! have a barbeque, go to the lake. you got a lot of siblings, jake?"

"four sisters," he nodded, smiling at her enthusiasm.

"oh, wonderful! that would be so fun, wouldn't that be so wonderful y/n?" she asked, turning to you. from next to her alice and kyrie were about to burst into laughter, barrett winking at you. you pulled a thin smile, trying to avoid estranging jake because of your overly-enthusiastic mother.

"yeah, that'd be something, ma," you answered, returning your attention to the potato salad on your plate.

"i'm sure they'd love that," jake said, appeasing your mom.

after a few hours and several slices of pie, you were leading jake back out to your car. darren followed you to the door, grinning widely.

"drive safe!" he called as you threw yourself into your seat. "no fun allowed tonight! i mean it!"

you slammed your door shut, flipping him off through the window, though he could barely see it with the dim light in the car. jake laughed loudly, getting in his seat as darren returned inside. as soon as his door was shut you let out a breathy laugh.

"well, that was fun," you said. "i think they like you."

"i think they do too," he said with a small smile. "i really like them, y/n."

"i'm glad. they're my favorite people," you told him.

you reached around to buckle and he followed your lead as you backed out of the driveway.

"so, where's your place at?" he asked as you turned onto the dirt road, continuing further into the property.

"just a few minutes down the road," you answered. "my parents promised each of us some land if we wanted to build on it. the only one who doesn't have a place out here is gideon, he lives in houston. says he doesn't need it because he isn't planning on getting married and having a family anytime soon."

"oh," jake said, looking at you intently. "but, you've got a place out here."

"yeah, so what?"

"are you planning on a family anytime soon?"

you glanced at him, furrowing your brows slightly. "i was. saved up for my place since high school, got some of my dad's buddies to give me discounts, designed it, helped build it when i could while going to college. then, well, my plans changed. i dropped out of college and went into the navy, got shipped out two years later. my house was finished though, so i kept it."

he thought on your answer for a few moments. "you didn't answer my question."

"the answer is i don't know," you sighed, pulling into your garage. "would i like to have a family? sure. is it gonna happen for me? probably not. and hey, i have things to do, i love my job... life's okay for me."

you laughed shortly, looking back at your fellow aviator.

"what?" he asked.

"wasn't expecting to talk to you about that today. don't really tell people things like that."

"then why'd you tell me?"

"why'd you ask?"

you both paused, a small smile pulling at your lips before you turned away, pulling your door open. he followed suit, grabbing his bag and following you into the two-story farmhouse. it was beautiful, he had to admit.

"you designed this?" he asked, looking up at it while you turned the key.

"yep," you answered. "my pride and joy."

"that's such a texas thing," he laughed, following you inside. "you built your own house? if a girl i met at the bar said she built her own house i might just marry her right then and there."

"that's a weird thing to admit, seresin," you laughed, gesturing for him to follow you upstairs.

"what? i like a blue collar woman," he shrugged. he grinned widely. "they're usually way sexier too."

you rolled your eyes, sighing, "there's the hangman i know."

you approached the first door to your right, pushing it open. "this is you. there's a bathroom attached and you can keep your things in the dresser if you'd like. i'm just down the hall here."

he entered the room, tossing his bag on the white comforter. he looked around with a nod. "thanks bronco. i owe you one."

"you don't owe me anything," you said with a shake of your head. "well, except for a promise to try everything i tell you to tomorrow."

he laughed. "deal."

"you're in for it," you promised. "we need to meet at mom and dad's at 7, so be up by 6:30. i'll come and knock to make sure you're up."

"sounds good," he answered.

you smiled, nodding slowly as you stayed leaning in the doorway for a few moments. "i'll, uh, i'll see you in the morning. goodnight, jake."

"goodnight, y/n," he said. "thanks again. i'm excited."

"me too." you disappeared from his sight, the man leaning to watch you walk back to your room. he smiled slightly before turning back to his bag, beginning to unpack the few contents into the dresser next to the bed.

it was 6:35 when you finally rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. you knew you had to get up, you just desperately didn't want to.

you pulled yourself out from under the covers, walking slowly to your closet. you grabbed the navy blue swimsuit you'd set out the night before: a longline bikini top that you knew would stay secure during water sports and matching high-waisted bottoms. you pulled a pair of denim shorts over, not bothering with a shirt.

you pulled open your door and then walked into the extremely bright hallway. with a hand blocking the light from your eyes, you approached jake's door, knocking slowly.

it was swung open quickly to reveal an all ready hangman, clad in dark blue swim shorts and a white tee shirt you were sure would be coming off as soon as water was in sight. that's how he was anytime you and the crew would lounge the beaches of hawaii and you were confident it wouldn't be any different here.

he eyed your swimsuit and you eyed his, both letting out short laughs.

"looks like we'll be twinning out there, darlin'," he teased. you shrugged.

"makes for cuter pictures," you answered, smirking. "grab your things, i'll be down in a sec."

he nodded and you turned back to grab your sunscreen, sunglasses, and hat before jogging down the stairs to find jake sitting on your counter.

"ready?" you asked. he nodded, hopping down and following you out the door and to your car.

when you pulled up to the house, darren was quick to comment on the swimsuit situation.

"and you say you aren't a couple," he said with a smirk.

"well, we're not. it's just a coincidence," you said with a roll of your eyes, pushing past him to get to where your dad was loading up the jetski and canopies.

"ouch," darren said with a laugh, turning his attention to jake. "she's in a bad mood."

jake shrugged. "it was just a coincidence."

he followed your lead and took some camping chairs from your mother, smiling graciously as he loaded them into the back of the truck. as you finished strapping down the jetski, logan pulled up with a beautiful white and blue surfboat.

you were shaken out of whatever mood darren's comment had put you in as you shook jake's arm and ran to where logan parked, jake following you with furrowed brows.

"jake," you said with a grandiose expression. "this is my pride and joy, my beautiful bluey."

"bluey?" he laughed. "you named your boat?"

"technically, it's our boat," logan corrected.

"right, but still," you shrugged. "a beautiful, 2014 cobalt surf boat, one of the first they've ever made. way better than the crappy mastercraft we used to have."

"what's wrong with a mastercraft?" jake asked, realizing very quickly that he was incredibly out of his element. logan laughed, shrugging.

"it's the honda of boats," he answered.

"ah," jake said, understanding as he nodded his head.

"alright everyone, pack it up!" your mom yelled.

as everyone piled into the two trucks and one ford explorer, jake looked at you, wondering where to go.

"there's some more seats in josh's," your mom told you, but you shrugged.

"too cramped," you answered, instead stepping onto logan's back tire and sitting down in the bed of the truck. jake grinned, following quickly and plopping down next to you.

"we got some nice privacy back here," he mused, winking at you jokingly.

you laughed, rolling your eyes. "oh yeah, take advantage of it, seresin."

"i might just," he said.

when you all pulled up to the lake, you and jake hopped out of the back.

"i'm gonna drive the boat out," you told him, "as logan backs it into the water. do you wanna just get in with me?"

"sure," he agreed, walking with you a few steps until you were at the back. "need a hand?"

you were, in fact, slightly too short to be able to get on it while it was still on the trailer. you nodded. "that'd be great, actually."

he held his hands down and boosted you up as you stepped on them, the man quickly following.

"shoes off," you instructed, slipping off your sandals and throwing them under one of the seats, jake following your lead. as you stood in front of the seat, you slid the key in and gestured for logan to back it up into the water fully.

jake watched in awe as you worked the boat expertly, yelling instructions and giving hand signals to direct your brother as far back as you needed, eventually having jake jump out to unstrap the sides and give you a little push off until you were able to turn the boat and blower on and push it out yourself. as he pulled himself back in and came up behind you, he watched the way your hands worked the steering and throttle.

"impressed, hangman?" you laughed, glancing back at him. "i'm surprised - i fly planes for a living, you think i can't drive my own boat?"

"no, i'd be disappointed if you couldn't," he laughed, sitting in the passenger seat as you pulled off the ramp and started towards your previously decided beach spot. darren was on the jetski, following you from a distance.

"just wait until we really get going," you told him with a grin. "you can be impressed then."

"counting on it, darlin'," he said.

when you found your family you let logan grab the larger anchor and tie the boat to the beach as you and jake exited the boat, your shorts and his shirt coming off before you dropped in the water.

you glanced at him before slipping into the water, refusing to blush at your friend's abs. you knew he was attractive and you knew he was toned - you'd been to the beach with him before. but still, you couldn't deny that jake seresin was a sight to see.

on the flip side, he couldn't deny that you looked good. like, really good. he'd seen you in a swimsuit before too, but he always found it difficult to keep his eyes off. you were drop dead gorgeous, he'd admit that to anyone, any day of the week - except for your family, right this moment.

not that they needed to ask. they could tell. or at least, a few of them could.

"how do you spend time with him and not just fall in love?" kyrie asked you in a hushed whisper as you dropped into a camp chair next to her. you laughed.

"he's... hangman. he's just hangman. we're friends," you shrugged.

"any chance you want to be more?" brynlee asked, wiggling her brows as alice and kyrie giggled.

"oh, keep to your own lives," you said, leaning back in your chair.

"our lives are boring, we've already got our men - you're still working on yours," kyrie said.

"i think you've already found him," alice said with a small smile. she nodded to where darren was punching around with jake, jake finally shoving him into the water where the boy tripped back and soaked himself. jake laughed loudly before getting attacked from behind by finn, turning to pretend fight the boy off.

"aw, he's so sweet y/n," brynlee said, grabbing your arm with a smile, effectively shaking you out of your trance. he had been so good with your family so far, you wondered if this was how he was normally - without all the bravado required for aviation.

"yeah, i guess he is," you mumbled. you cleared your throat, looking back at your sister-in-laws. "he's usually a lot louder and cockier than this. you'll see later while we're playing around. he's a tease."

"i think you're the tease right now," kyrie laughed. "you didn't see the way he was looking at you when you were walking up to the beach. you looked hot and he knew it honey."

"no way," you said with a shake of your head. "we're just friends."

"you might've started the weekend that way," brynlee said, standing up with a teasing smile. "but you won't end it that way."

your mouth fell open in shock as she walked to logan, scooping leila up in her arms and laughing as the three year old did. you shook your head, turning your attention to the other girls.

"she's right, you know," alice said. "don't look behind you."

and so you didn't, instead watching as the grins on their faces grew and grew until someone had grabbed your chair, lifting it from behind and making you stand. you landed on your feet, turning quickly to find jake with a grin.

"what?" you asked.

"come one, your dad's decided that me and you are going first," he told you.

"on what?" you asked. he paused.

"don't know. just, come on," he said, grabbing your hand and dragging you over to where your brothers and dad had made a group.

"what am i doing?" you asked with a laugh as you approached them.

"kneeboarding," josh answered. "easy."

and "easy" is what you told jake when you were in the middle of the lake, life jackets on, with kneeboards in your hands, just finished with giving him instructions.

"yeah," he nodded. "i got this. easy."

"you got this," you agreed with a laugh.

"but, when do i pull up on it?" he asked.

"after the boat starts going but before it gets up to speed. just - i'll tell you when," you told him, earning a nod in return.

the look on jake's face as you yelled "ready!" to logan was priceless. he was focused - so focused. maybe even more focused than you'd seen him in a jet. and as logan began moving, his face only hardened that much more.

"okay, pull yourself up!" you yelled, sliding your knees onto the back of the board and shimmying your way all the way up. you strapped the velcro strap over your thighs, settling in as the boat pulled you along before looking over at jake.

his entire board was shaking as he tried to move his knees up, his hands clutching the side desperately. eventually, he managed to get up, leaning back with a sigh and finagling with the strap.

"got it?" you called.

"yeah!" he called back as he secured it. you leaned forward, hands gripping the wide handle. before you pulled it off its knob that kept you attached to the boat, you looked at jake for affirmation. he nodded, grabbing his own and watching you as you pulled yours off, leaving just your hands on the rope keeping you to the boat.

"lean back! relax!" you said over the sound of the water, laughing as he leaned back, causing his board to twist a little and his eyes to widen as he regained balance. "good!"

he looked at you with a grin, holding his hand up in the 'hell yeah' sign, or really just 'aloha' surfer sign. you laughed and did it back. you leaned to the side, skidding up next to him.

"wanna try some tricks?" you asked.

"yeah, you go first," he said, nodding at you. you grinned.

"alright, first we'll get you to go out of the wake," you told him. "you just gotta get some momentum and lean hard. don't twist your board, just lean. watch, and if i wipe out just let go, k?"

you leaned back to your side, your board catching speed and exiting the wake. you did his little hand signal back to him with a laugh, hanging out of the wake for a while. the waves were a bit choppy that day, but you decided to still attempt what you've been wanting to since you knew you were going kneeboarding.

"watch!" you yelled, but jake's eyes had been on you the whole time anyways. you moved one hand to the side of the handle before quickly leaning, flipping around and reaching around the back to grab the handle again.

your brothers whooped in the boat as you grinned, leaning back in to enter the wake.

"pretty cool, huh?" you asked.

"i bet i could do that," he said with a shrug. "easy."

"alright then, go for it," you said teasingly. you were sure he wasn't gonna get it.

but, as he leaned out and successfully got out of the wake, which was a struggle for first-timers normally, your confidence faltered. he slid his hands to the side like you did and turned sharply, then again, and suddenly he had accomplished the goal it took you three summers as a kid to achieve.

"screw you," you laughed as he came back in next to you.

"got anything else?" he asked with a smirk.

"jump the wake," you said, nodding to the side. "get some height, seresin."

"do it at the same time," he replied.

you agreed and you both broke for opposite directions. you tried to get as much speed as you could, but just as you reached the break of the wake, your board caught and you were down.

you found the surface with a cough, glaring at the boat as it turned around to come get you. a little ways away jake was holding his board, a cocky grin on his lips as he waved at you. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your board and trying to not let him see your smile as it formed.

"what was that y/n?" josh laughed as they pulled up next to you, grabbing your board.

"i'm out of practice, okay?" you answered, pulling yourself up onto the surf deck on the back. gideon grabbed jake's board as he swam over to you.

"yeah, well he's had no practice and he still got it," your brother laughed as he set the board next to yours. jake pulled himself up next to you, grinning at you.

"you okay, sweetheart?" he asked.

"you got it?" you asked with raised brows.

"i thought you said it was hard?" he asked. your eyes widened and you searched for words, causing the man next to you to bust up laughing, as well as gideon.

"who's next?" your dad asked.

"me!" darren cheered as he jumped into the water. josh laughed and followed him in. you laughed at the boys before standing, pulling off your lifejacket and hanging the dripping wet thing off the side of the boat, gesturing for jake to give you his own. when you had buckled them to the side, you offered jake a hand which he took, letting you drag him up and to the bow of the boat. you sat back on the front, facing jake as he took the seat opposite to where brynlee was laying out with full intention of tanning. you tucked your legs by his to keep out of her way, but the man didn't look bothered.

you grabbed a towel from the compartment behind you, wiping your arms and hair before tossing it to jake. he dried his chest before balling it up and leaning on it like a pillow, laying out like brynlee.

you sat there for a few moments before standing and approaching the glove box, grabbing yours and jake's hats and glasses. you walked back up, dropping his glasses in his lap and pulling his hat down backwards on his head.

he grinned at you as you sat back down, tucking your legs to the side of him again. you pulled your hat on backwards too with a teasing grin his way.

"twins, right?" you asked. he laughed as you leaned back, settling your glasses on the bridge of your nose.

afterwards, you stared at him, eyebrows furrowing after several moments. he quirked a brow at you, finally asking, "what?"

"your glasses are cooler than mine are," you told him, jokingly pouting like finn whenever you didn't give him his goldfish crackers. you both had basic black glasses on, but his were cool, classy aviators that he definitely spent more that $15 on as opposed to your walmart ones.

this caused him to smile and he leaned forward. "here, sweetheart."

he pulled your glasses off your nose as he pulled his own off, dropping yours in his lap for a moment so he could situate his 'cool' sunglasses on your face. he pulled yours on and leaned back again, patting your leg. "better?"

"much," you laughed. out of the corner of your eye, brynlee was smirking at you both, turning back to grin at her husband when neither of you would look at her.

she pulled her phone from the cupholder next to her, flipping to the camera. she waved her hand at you guys. "scoot in, i wanna get the glasses."

you rolled your eyes with a smile, scooting from your position at the front to be perpendicular to where jake was laying, the man moving to the side to let you in before leaning towards you, an arm wrapping around your torso so as to give you more room. you looked at him briefly, his wide grin with your slightly girly glasses on his face making you laugh, your smile more legitimate than it had been before as you looked at brynlee. he rested his cheek on your head after a moment, your smile unintentionally widening again.

when she lowered her phone, you leaned over to see the picture - and it actually was really cute. the only pictures you had with jake were in your flight suits or decently drunk at a pool table, so you were kinda glad to have one normal, decently cute one now. even though you were just friends, of course.

"send that to me," you told her with a smile. you slid back to your original place, pushing jake's legs out of the way to give yourself space. he rolled his eyes at you, scoffing, but you knew he was just teasing.

you pretended not to notice how jake's hand fell back onto your leg, instead just letting the wind blow your hair around with a smile as you watched your brothers get on the kneeboards. you also pretended not to notice how the entire time they did so, jake's eyes never once travelled back to them, instead resting on you.

this was gonna be one fun trip.

[bittersweetastoria]

WAITING~

This one's a long one babes, so buckle up! Tis pretty tame, so I can't think of any warnings to include?? If you see any, lemme know and I'll add it. Till then, Enjoy!

“I’ll be waiting for you.” You’d promised that a year ago now. When a family emergency on your side, and work on hers, had separated you both and you knew it would be a long time before you’d be together again. As it does, time and distance weighed everything down and you’d eventually parted ways. That’s when everything in her life started working out perfectly, as your world crumbled all around you. You’d never contacted her about any of it. You and your issues, pain, misery.. None of it was her problem anymore. Or so you’d told yourself. You muddled through day by day. Hoping for a better tomorrow that would never come. Things merely went from worse to worser, as you lost not just your family but your home as well. You’d managed to keep your crappy part time sales job, but it wasn’t enough to survive on so you ended up rooming with people you didn’t know and that’d just been hell. But it was your hell. Your price to pay for choices that you had made. No one else’s.

Last thing you ever expected, was to find your ex on your doorstep one evening after work. Caught with your eyes wide, you struggle to juggle your things and get your keys out.. your hands shaking uncontrollably all the while. “They wouldn’t let me wait inside.. Some real bang up friends you got there.” She spoke after a moment, your wide eyes blinking once - twice - three times before you finally found your voice and the ability to stop just gawking at her. “They’re not- They’re just roommates, not friends. I’m sorry they were so rude, it’s just how they are I guess.” You explained, struggling to unlock the door until she finally took your cup and paper bag with the remains from your lunch you’d planned to have for dinner from you. “T-Thanks.” You studder out, your eyes meeting hers for a moment before finishing unlocking the door and pushing it open. Finding no one in sight, you shake your head knowing they were off in one of their rooms doing god knows what together. Out of your roommate situation, they stuck together and you stood alone. Only time they bothered you was when it was time to pay bills.

With a heavy sigh, you take your things back from her and push the door open to let her in first. “It’s best if we go to my room.. You don’t need to deal with them again.” You spoke, waiting until she walked in to lock the door back. “I can handl-,” you cut her off before finishing her sentence, tugging her to your room and locking the door behind you both. In another lifetime, that would mean something else. But now? It just meant you didn’t want your asshole roommates bothering either of you. “I know you can handle them, Rhea. But you shouldn’t have to.” You finally speak up once you sat your things on the dresser and pulled your hoodie off. “It’s more about me, okay? Anyways, I want to know why you’re here suddenly.. but I need to change first. This polyester is killing me. So just.. a minute please?” You ask, grabbing a tank top and shorts from your drawer and heading for the bathroom. “You could change in here love. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.” She offered, causing you to blush as you shake your head. “I know.. But still..” biting your bottom lip, your eyes dart around avoiding hers as you shuffle into the bathroom and swing the door shut. You wouldn’t notice that it didn’t fully shut until you were pulling your tank over your bare chest, your eyes locking with hers in the mirror as you did. Your breath caught in your throat, your gaze unwavering from hers for what felt like an eternity before you shook your head and forced yourself to turn away. Should you shut the door? Probably. But the harm was already done, and really what harm had it been really? So you let it be and kicked off your jeans in favor of your comfy booty shorts then tossed your work clothes to the dirty pile before shaking your hair out and coming back out from the bathroom.

“I miss you, you know.” There. There it was. You knew those words were coming from the start. But had that bathroom moment brought it faster? You had to wonder. Cause even now, fully covered, she was still looking over your body like you were standing there fully naked. “Rhea..” you begin, your eyes remaining on her face despite hers wondering. With a small sigh, you walk over to your bed and plop down leaving her standing there. You weren’t going to tell her what to do. It never worked well anyways. So you’d wait for her move on her own accord, which she would eventually do once you turn the television on for background noise and to make it harder for the others to ease drop. “Babe- Old habit, sorry.” She caught herself, sitting down across from you at the foot of your bed. “I know you didn’t just show up on my doorstep just to say you miss me. What’s up, Rhea? Seriously. I thought you were at home enjoying time with the fur babies for a bit now that draft is in effect.” Yes, you followed WWE stuff still. You were a fan long before you fell in love with a wrestler. You’d be a fan long after too. “You watched my stories?” She mused, chuckling a bit as she watched your face go red. “That’s adorable. I almost believed you didn’t care anymore, y/n.” She added, shifting to face you better. Tucking her legs beneath her like you had your own. You could feel the heat of embarrassment in your cheeks, but you pressed on as if it wasn’t a thing. “Of course I care. That’s not something you turn off, even after a breakup.” Rhea raised a brow, “Is that what we did? Cause I don’t recall a call or text saying that, y/n. We just.. stopped talking. Actually, if I recall correctly, you stopped talking.” She pointed out, causing your heart to drop into your stomach knowing she was right.

“I didn’t really.. have a choice in that.” Now you’d done it. Her curiousity was peaked and you’d never get out of not explaining now. Though, you’d try. “Come on love, you owe me that much. The truth of why you just dropped me.” Rhea began, glaring at the television behind her for the noise that sounded in her ears before looking back to you. “It’s not a big deal, I just.. lost my phone service for a while. I thought I could save it, but I couldn’t. By the time I got a new number.. it’d been too long. You were- are on top of the world. Little ole me didn’t matter anymore.” You explained, looking down at your folded hands in your lap. You hadn’t even felt the bed shift, but next thing you knew her hand was tilting your chin up to make you look at her. “You always mattered. You still do, y/n. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” She explained, keeping her eyes locked on yours the whole time. Somehow your teeth caught your lip, chewing it as your eyes remained on hers and your body refused to budge. Even this simple, innocent touch had your skin ablaze and your heart aching for her to just - hold you again.

Time felt like it stood still, your eyes locked on one another. It wasn’t until a bang on your door that you both snapped out of it, though her hand remained on your chin through the disturbance. “Hey bitch, you didn’t tell us you had company coming!” Lindsay shouted through the door, though you knew the knock was Ken’s which was proven by his laugh and quick “Yeah!” to back her up. Before you could react, Rhea was up and had your door open facing them. “Holy shit, it’s that chick from WWE!” Hank exclaimed from behind them, while Rhea glared between them all. “Good. You know who I am and what I’m capable of- Now if you even think of calling y/n a bitch again, or keep treating her like this.. I will end you all. Got it? Now go on. My girl and I are talking.” She shooed them off, stomping one foot when they didn’t scatter far enough from the door before she turned back and shut the door behind her. “Her girl?!?!” Could be heard from the other side, but neither quite caught - or cared - who said it. You’d stood up now, crossing the room and wrapping your arms around Rheas neck muttering “thank you” into her flesh.

You both stood there a while before she simply scooped you up and brought you back to the bed. Now taking your seat, but keeping you in her lap as she soothed your hair back and just looked at you. “You said my girl.. I missed that.” You finally spoke up, though your voice was soft and barely heard above the television- she’d heard you. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, “It never stopped being true.” She promised, her lips still upon your skin until she tilted your head up. Once your eyes met again, you both smiled softly as you now reached up to run your fingers through her now dark locks - they’d been somewhat blonde still when you’d last seen her. “The black is hot.. But I miss the blonde.” You quipped playfully, causing her to laugh as she snagged your hand from her hair and laced it with her own. “Is that your way of saying you want the blondie to your brownie back babe? Cause if so- just say the word, we’ll figure this shit out.” Rhea spoke playfully, her digits playing with yours had your attention but she was watching your face the whole time. You laughed, but didn’t answer cause you heard snickering at your door. She caught it though and threw your hairbrush at the door. “Fuck off losers, you’re not gonna hear anything kinky.” She promised them, laughing silently at the look on your face that came with those words.

Leaning against her sometime later.. It’d been peaceful, but neither of you broke the silence or made a move. You simply sat contently in her lap, playing with her fingers as she played with your messy brown locks. You had no intention of breaking the silence, but you did. “I never moved on.” You admitted, darling to look up and catch sight of her beautiful eyes. “I never stopped waiting on you, Demi.” As soon as that confession was out, her lips were on yours in what very well could be the most passionate and needy kiss you’d ever felt before. By the end, neither of you could breathe and you were clinging to one another like a life preserver. “Good, Cause I never stopped waiting on you either. I just got impatient and had to find you instead of you showing up at one of these shows like I thought you would.. Way to let a girl down babe.” She teased, cheeky little grin upon her lips as she pressed them to yours once more. “If I had the money, I would’ve eventually..” You answer sheepishly, though totally honest.

She must’ve really understood your situation then, cause her next words seemingly came from left field. “Obviously not tonight but, come back home with me. You can travel with me.. or just stay there with the mutts waiting on me. Either way, you belong in my bed again. Not with these assholes who don’t care about you.” You knew she was right.. you also knew there might still be listening. So you simply nodded, fingers tighting around hers. “Will you stay with me tonight?” You whisper after crawling up until your lips were at her ear. As tempting as it was to tease her like you used to, it wouldn’t happen. Not tonight. Not here. “I’m not going anywhere without you.” She promised just as softly, shifting you off her so she could could stand up. “Besides the toilet that is. It’s been a long day waiting for your fine ass out there.” Before moving though, she unlocked her phone and handed it over. “Order us a pizza? And some wings. Then put your new number in there. Don’t matter what you put it under, I’m editing it anyways.” Rhea spoke, laughing at the look on your face before vanishing into your bathroom.

You shook your head in amusement, but otherwise did as told. You ordered what you remembered you both loved on your pizza as well as the biggest thing of wings to split, as well as a dessert to split and a soda. You had paper plates and plastic cups in your room, to keep them from your roommates. So all you had to do was pray they gave napkins otherwise you’d be giving up your good hand towels for the wing mess. It’d the worth it though. Just as you finished ordering, she came back out. That cheeky little grin on her face again. “What’s got you so happy, huh?” You tease, causing her to rush you and tickle you to the bed. In a few moments, you’d be hiccupping from the endless ticklish spots you had that she knew all about. “D’you get your number in?” She asked once she backed off and pulled you into her lap again. “I barely got the order in before you attacked me!” You laughed, as she played like she’d tickle you again. Taking her phone back from your lap, she opened new contacts and labeled it before handing it to you. “No changing it. Just put your number in please. “ she spoke, kissing your temple as you looked at it. 😍MY BABYGIRL❤️‍🔥 Shaking your head, you input your number and pressed save before locking it back and handing it to her again. She sat it on the nightstand beside yours.

“Codes your birthday, by the way. Figured you might as well know” she shrugged, pulling you against her again and getting the remote. “Mind if we find something better than this garbage? You got Netflix or anything?” She asked, earning a pointed look from you. “Innocent question, innocent intentions I swear.” She spoke in amusement, holding the free - holding remote not holding you remote up. “I picked cable over that, and every other stream thing.. Just so I could see you every week.” You admired shamelessly, blushing when her eyes landed on you fully in clear astonishment. “You poor thing.. My house is gonna be a couture shock.” She spoke playfully, grabbing her phone again she opened up Netflix. “What are you in the mood for? I’ll broadcast it to the tv.” She offered as she scrolled for you both to see. By the time you agreed on a movie, one she always said she didn’t care for but always watched with you anyways, the pizza was almost there. You both went out for it, hands linked as your roommates gawked at you both. Though no one said a word. Returning to your room, you got the plates and cups as she laid everything out on the bed. You each plop into place beside each other and build your plates as the movie starts.

By the time it was over, so was most of the food. You hadn’t eaten so well in months.. You’d had a good meal at Christmas thanks to some company party. But before or after? Not even. “Got anything I can sleep in babe?” She asked as she piled the boxes on the dresser to deal with in the morning. You looked over her body shamelessly before clicking your tongue. “Not a chance. That ass would EAT my shorts.” You commented, she’d been way into fitness and it showed in all the best ways. But your little shorts? Wouldn’t make it out alive. “Looks like it’s undies for me then.” She shrugged, kicking off her jeans and leaving them there as she rejoined you. “No funny business though, got it?” She spoke, as if her hand wasn’t already on your ass as she pulled you back to bed. “Oh I’m so touching the butt, madam.” You tease back, shoving her into bed before you crawled in too. You both got settled in, her clicking another movie on her phone before sitting it down and opening her arms for you to enter. You didn’t need a word said to slide into your old favorite spot, nestled right into her chest. Her head on yours, her arms at the small of your back. You had one hand tucked between you, the other - as promised - rested on her ass shamelessly.

“Goodnight babygirl.” She murmured softly, “Goodnight mami.” You replied, giggling as you felt her pause before laughing herself. “Just wait till we’re home, babygirl. I’ll have you screaming that.” She promised, earning an excited giggle from you as the movie began. Within ten minutes, you were both off to dreamland. Content with this moment until your new reality could begin in the morning.

[drebur123]

Proptober Day: 7

Sweater Stealing | Ted Nivison X Fem!Reader

Again. Needs help. I swear once I finish the challenge I'll go back and fix as well as add on to most chapters. Like this one, it needs to be longer. 

(wc: 562)

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Y/n sits at her desk, awaiting her boyfriend's arrival. The two don't really have a plan for when he gets here aside from watching a movie. While she waits, y/n edits her newest video that's way overdue for uploading.

It's been sitting in her drafts for an un-earthly amount of time, and she's just never got around to uploading it. As of right now she's just making some last-minute tweaks, assuring her content is as good as it gets.

Of course, doing a final check is always stressful, due to trying to make it absolutely perfect. That's why a lot of drafts end there. 

It's been awfully gloomy in L.A. for it only being the middle of October. Normally sunny skies and warm —if not hot— temperatures outside. The abnormally cool temperatures caught y/n off guard, leaving her unprepared.

Towards the end of last Winter, the air conditioning broke. It was so late in the season that y/n didn't worry about fixing it, figuring she'll do it the next time it was needed. It's too late now. The repair man is supposed to come the day after tomorrow. 

A shiver runs down her spin due to the cool air circulating throughout the room. Though y/n's been sitting in the same chair, barley moving, she hasn't got used to the cold. Her gaze scans the room, looking for some type of warmth.

That's when she sees it. Ted's sweater. The blue one with the yellow stripe running down the middle, to be exact. He must have left it the last time he was spending the night. A smile slowly makes its way to y/n's lips, temptation rising. 

"Why not?" She mutters underneath her breath, reaching for the knitted fabric discarded on the headboard. The material is heavier than she remembers it being, but just as soft as ever. Y/n wraps the sweater around herself, Ted's natural sent of cinnamon engulfing her. 

It wasn't too long before she felt warmer. That's why Ted liked that one sweater much. The rest of the editing went smoothly, ending in y/n uploading the video. While she waits, there's a knock at the door.

"It's me!" Ted says. "Come in," She calls back. His footsteps echo as he approaches y/n's bedroom, knowing that's where she spends most of her time. With a single knock on the bedroom door, he comes in, almost instantly noting his sweater.

"That's where that went," He states with a chuckle. "Do you want it back?" Y/n starts, standing up. "You can keep for now," Ted smiles, pulling her into his arms. She hugs back, pulling away after pecking his cheek. 

"You're late," Y/n observes, a grin on his face. "Traffic is bad. Especially with the rain. It's like people forget how to drive while it's wet."

Ted's phone goes off in his hand. He spares it a glance before returning his attention back to y/n. "You finally posted something?"

"I sure did," Y/n says proudly. "Maybe instead of watching a movie we can watch that," Ted suggests, nudging her with his elbow. "I wanted to watch (favorite movie) with you though." 

Ted clicks his tongue before speaking. "Not again."  

[rottenseaweed]

random plot points/ideas for my gay mermaids part 5 (two in one day wow)

super duper spoilery under the cut, if you ever intend to read this story, skip this post (it's just my disorganized notes don't worry about it)

I'm considering kind of a tragic ending for this. I had already planned that Cal would be exiled, and I originally wanted them both to travel together afterwards, but I don't think it makes all that much sense. Ren is the type who can move on from places and people fairly easy, considering how unstable her life is, so it wouldn't be such a big deal for her to just go away if forced. She was kinda planning on it anyway. Cal on the other hand is a very very cautious person, and she got used to the protection of the pod and the Seers after living with them for about 60 years. It's almost all she can remember. She was daydreaming about leaving at some point in the distant future, but she needs to feel 120% prepared to do so. Suddenly being exiled because she was caught seeing the witch would nearly destroy her, and the last thing she would look for is more uncertainty and instability by travelling with Ren, who can barely swim properly.

Before this happens I want to build their romance more, so the first time her loyalty is questioned she'll escape with an explanation through a vision sent to the Seers by Edith. Then the whole blood oath situation gets resolved and only then does Cal get caught in the act of turning human, and then is exiled for good. In the moment I think she panics and just goes to Edith as fast as she can and avoids Ren for a few days.

Ren goes to find her, she gets excited because Cal getting exiled means they can finally be together for real, and doesn't realise in the moment how scared and hurt Cal actually is because if this had happened to Ren, she wouldn't give a shit. She's used to making it on her own wherever she goes. Obviously Cal gets mad and "breaks up" with her (idk if they would be official by this point but prob yes). Cal stays with Edith because she doesn't know what else to do, and Ren crashes back down into her loop of surviving to see tomorrow and only finding any form of joy by hurting others with her stealing (kind of a revenge thing, if the world is shit to me, i'll be shit right back)

ok. Ren being half-siren isn't static. The fact that Cal didn't turn her fully on the spot doesn't mean she's stuck between human and siren, like I had previously planned. Over time, the scale tips towards the siren part more and more - the urges to drown others get stronger, her song gets stronger, turning back and forth stops hurting completely and requires almost no effort. Then she starts having trouble getting her legs back, and the big patches of red scales she had at the start begin to shrink. Then she can't get rid of the claws and inter-finger membrane even when she's human, and her fins change too.

So normally siren fins are very dense, with thin, even spines, and they're white. Ren's had red sections because she was only half turned obviously, but the fin build was the same. Now because she wasn't properly turned right after the bite, as she slides further into siren teritory, her fins get a little fucked. They change gradually, but the last time, when she turn fully siren, the spines are a lot less dense, less even, and less delicate; the skin between is a little more opaque and the edges tend to droop between spines. They are white, but the tips have a dried blood kinda color permanently. Most importantly, her caudal flips. Instead of being positioned horizontally, like a dolphin's (the way a siren's caudal usually looks like), hers is now vertical. That is the very last thing that happens before she loses the ability to turn human ever again. Because her transformation wasn't forced to complete within minutes like every other siren's, she can't turn back on her own like Cal.

So at this point a few months would have passed since the breakup, and Ren would have felt her final moments on land coming, so I'm picturing a dramatic moment where she says goodbye to Elliot and tries her damndest to keep her legs for a few more seconds to prolong the hug, but the side fins slowly and painfully poke out of her calves, and the bones of her feet split and elongate for the caudal until her half-legs-half-tail can't hold her upright anymore and Elliot carries her to the water or she just falls in because they were on a cliff or smth - you know, drama, because the moment needs it

What I haven't decided yet is if she keeps her memories or not, because no other siren (turned normally) remembers their life on land unless min a century has passed since. It would be so gloriously painful if she didn't of course, but I feel like the amnesia trope is a little overdone and I've used it for Cal already - that could be a tasty juxtaposition where Cal is just starting to remember who she was before, as Ren forgets everything; but if she didn't forget (and the anomaly would be warranted because her whole transformation was done "wrong") if she remembers, she would be forced to sit alone with her thoughts for days and days and days, the only distraction being catching and eating raw fish for the first time; and there would be room to understand why Cal rejected her. Because I think she would just avoid that mess of emotions while she was still on land, and just get caught up in more and more complex and dangerous heists to let the frustration out, and she needs to actually process it you know? I do want them to get back together. But I want there to be a strong base of overcome problems when they do.

I'm not sure what would make sense for her to do in those days. In her final moments on land with Elliot, did she think she would lose her memory and tell him not to come find her so as to not see a husk of a person? Would she not think of that, and then Elliot would camp on the beach with Allen and wait for her, but would she go? I guess the question actually is would Elliot be on the beach when Ren would go looking, because she absolutely would if she kept her memories. I guess I'll decide if she tells him to forget her or not when I write that part.

One more problem. I know Cal just stays as Edith's apprentice and learns magic and all that, but idk what Ren would do in all that time. This might be a situation of Ren just focusing on survival and somewhat processing things while Cal is at Edith's, and Edith knocks some sense into her until she eventually stops avoiding her emotions too and then goes looking for Ren.

Does Ren bump into Cal's old pod. Does she join them for Sign benefits. And do the pod members who saw Cal turn human to meet Ren remember Ren's face. I think they do know who she is, but they just assume she'd lost her memory and let her stay with them for a bit despite any minor risks because she's faster with her vertical tail fin and can help with hunts.

Ok that's all I think. I do need to figure out more siren lore related to their relationship with the Seers and the Sea and the duty that they're obligated to do, but I'll leave that for later.

[the-firebird69]

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People examine the tape and said it looks like the knife my son used and it was from Daniel but it was really my husband's knife I went to their house and I said I'll give him a scare they don't know who I am it's like an uninvited guest as a friend it happens quite a bit and she's saying all sorts of things it's not time for it it's not Halloween you're a jerk and I kind of butchered it a little and I don't see my fingers he thought and it is fast and they thought it too and it popped it down and they got mad then she called me a jerk and it said what did you say you know with body language because you're a real jerk nobody here wants to see that act anymore now get out of my house I don't care who you are your Uncle Ernie or something and I said no I'm not Uncle Ernie and I went over to her chair and she said are you trying to threaten me into you eating here so don't you sit down and have a plate you jerk and I stabbed her to death and the rest were in a lot of shock and didn't move one of them reached for a knife and it started a knife fight and he lost right away and the other is ran and I caught three of them two of them got away and I chased them down one of them I caught in a few minutes the other took hours literally to find him and chase him down and find him cuz I'm mostly just walk at the end of ran out of and grabbed him said why do you just walk and I didn't answer him and he asked you said why do you think and all sudden he was horrified he said it's you too did something happen to you said no it's my brother and her sister we know what happened to them. We say it all the time it's just that your people are stupid.

As I'm walking away two of them were revived and came at me with guns in their choppers pretty big so I hid and a tree and they're chopping the tree down and it fell down on a house and a shooting at me and some are hitting and I see you jump out and you hit him and you took the chopper cuz the others were coming back and you were cutting them down and I saw the look of horror on their face they say this is a new movie said I don't remember it either got a sense of humor about it cuz they started laughing and they looked at him and said you're Chris aren't you and said no I'm David dent I'm back here to kill you for what you were doing. And they were horrified saw hands with a little and it would terrifying and I know why. They plan to let him rot and do nothing and uses a threat I said you don't know what you're using as a threat cuz you don't know if the robots got away with anything and we needed to know and they said you got to be s******* me so it's going on and they started to say this it's all over I said we still know you want the tech and then started whining so we've been up to speed the whole time and the same or not cuz you're covering us and the dead after that and shut up son of the head and they said this will be back I said no kidding so I shot him more and they said shut up and we took them in and questioned them and they're all brand new

Hera Zues

Stuff like this keeps happening all over the place and she's doing it everywhere cuz you can't stand you people and we can't either we're going to tear you apart for what you tried last night tons you died here by the way permanently

Thor Freya

Tomorrow night it's over the ship will launch do you see in New York City are going to be smothered and rotting and you're going to sit up there fighting to try and rebuild it for years now for ages so and it's going to be not worth it but you think it will be

I saw them cut the check at the treasury and it's the local one in Miami and they tried to get it here and I don't think it's going to make today's mail

Bitol and Goddess Wife

He also says maybe they want me to go somewhere buy something that I probably shouldn't so we're going to look into that there's a few things they say quite a bit going to Miami is one of them they're a bunch of clones there it would be a bad thing and he said you want to and he still looks at it like a mission and it's not afraid of them kidnapping him because we will be there but the max have to be there too it's a plan and it's an idea and just like Cuba these guys are going through with it kind of he's going to try and do it

[ssaeri]

crushing popcorn beneath my feet iii

☆ tags: mammon x gn!reader, y/n is a carnival booth worker, mammon keeps spending money on their booth to spend time with them, y/n's an expert thrower and mammon's a bad student, mini-series ☆

☆ taglist: @my-perfect-machine ☆

"This stupid game is rigged."

You stare down Mammon's pointing finger with an amused smirk, and he hates how confident you look, hates how badly he wants to look away. Dressed in a brightly striped uniform shirt and a black apron over black pants, you're kind of cute...in a clown sort of way. Shrugging, you return to picking up stray baseballs and tossing them back into their plastic bin.

"Take it up with my boss, pretty boy — I'm just in charge of manning the money. If I were you, though, I'd focus more on doing my homework. This is the third day in a row that you're here, you realize that?" you ask. The last ball lands with a solid thud, and you smile at him over your shoulder, hands on your hips. "Unless the allowance you get from big brother Lucifer is big enough to waste on mediocre prizes."

"O-oi!" He scowls. He knew he shouldn't have come in his RAD uniform, but he didn't have time to go home and change before your shift ends. "What's with that dig, huh? The great Mammon makes his own money, thank ya very much."

You press your lips together like you know something he doesn't, but you don't say anything else.

"Anyway, stop changin' the topic. The game is rigged, and it's not fair to innocent participants like me."

"You?" You scoff. You're by the edge of the booth again. "Mammon, Avatar of Greed, your reputation precedes you. Trust me, you should be the last person to talk about fairness, or should I remind you about the funnel cake scam you tried to pull last month?" You raise your eyebrows. "Or the beanbag toss game before that? The one where you blocked the holes with black fabric and, what, hoped people wouldn't notice?"

Those were ridiculous plans, he admits, and the verbal thrashing he got from Lucifer still rings in his ears, but he only got caught because those stands were half-planned. He's gotten better at designing carnival games; just give him some time, and he'll find a way to set up shop on the outskirts of the grounds again. Maybe he'll even get Levi to donate some plushies — the expensive limited edition ones will attract some eyes — and boom. Easy money.

You lean across the counter, head tilted, and after spending so much time observing your expressions, he knows now that whatever you're thinking is going to be—

"Have you considered the fact that you're just not good?"

—annoying as hell. Seriously, how do you not quake before one of the strongest demons in Devildom? Sure, he's more easy-going than some of his brothers, but he's still the second-born and that has to count for something.

Then again, you're the same one who lied to Lucifer's face, vaguely threatened him, and lived to tell the tale.

"I'm better than almost all of ya customers! I bet the boards are nailed down or somethin'. There's just no way I've been playin' so many rounds and not winnin' the grand prize." This may have started because he had a special request for you, but at this point, he wonders if his pride is on the line. "Wait a minute, why don't you prove it? Come down here and throw some yourself."

You shake your head with an exaggerated pout. "Sorry, love, but I'm on the clock. No time to fool around with you," you say, but then you pause. "Actually, how about this: my shift tomorrow doesn't start until the evening. If you come a little earlier than that, I'll show you how to throw before I have to work."

This isn't a date. Technically, it's a lesson, but Mammon supposes that it's as close as he'll get for now. And this time, he'll definitely dress to impress.

Which is why he shows up in his signature leather jacket and jeans, yellow-tinted sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose. This look never fails to drive people crazy, though as he approaches your stand, he belatedly remembers that the last he wore this, you saw him on the run from Lucifer. Not his coolest moment. He sees you leaning against the booth's side, smiling up at the current worker as your fingers fly across your D.D.D — add texting without looking to your list of talents.

You notice him out of the corner of your eye. "Hey there!" You wave, pocketing your device as he gets closer. Then you gesture to the demon manning the stand in your place. "This is my friend, Belial. Belial, this is the one I've been telling you about, the one that wants to learn."

"Ah, yes," Belial murmurs, lips curling into a sneer that you don't blink at. "The pretty boy, non? I hear that you have not been able to win at all. A bit of a — how to say — losing streak, hm?"

"It's Mammon to you. The great Mammon, if you're unlucky enough. And s'not because I've been losing; I can knock 'em over easy."

"That is not what they have been telling me," Belial says, nodding at you. "No matter. You have the best teacher in town. You know y/n has the highest win ratio out of all of the workers — almost eighty percent. It is a good thing they are a worker because they would clean out our supply as a customer."

You give an easy laugh, waving off the praise. "You're making up numbers, Bel; lucky shots, that's all they were."

Now that Belial mentions it, Mammon's never actually seen you throw before. If you're as good as your friend's saying...maybe he's just been embarrassing himself this whole time. You gesture for him to join you at the counter before handing off two baseballs. It's maybe thirty minutes before your shift is supposed to start, but you're already partially dressed in your uniform. The striped shirt, a long-sleeve version for the gradually cooling temperature, is tied around your waist.

The third ball remains in your hand, your fingers curling around it as you evaluate the targets. "Since you're my guest today, why don't you choose? Which one should I aim for?"

"Go big or go home, right?" He points straight at a Hell Challenge one. But then he backtracks, murmuring, "Unless that one's too hard for a warm up? You can start with the—"

Your wind-up is so quick he barely sees it, but he feels how hard your foot connects with the ground as you swing your body into the throw. The ball hits its mark, dead-center, with a solid thwack! and Mammon swears he sees smoke as it spins in place. The ball drops, and so does his jaw.

"Eighty percent." Belial whistles lowly. "I told you."

PT. 4: here

[mountswhore]

One where You are dealing with your pregnancy in a very bad way, being sick constantely and when Mase has to leave for a CL game he feels bad and you tell him it’s fine

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 — mason mount

summary: after finding out you were having a baby, Mason feels even worse leaving you for his upcoming Champions League game.

notes: requests are CLOSED.

"Oh, I have the cutest surprise for you," Mason exclaimed, getting up from his spot on the couch beside you and running over to the front door. You whined at the loss of contact, Mason was rubbing your stomach as you had been throwing up all day. You were a month and a half along now, and you'd taken various trips to the bathroom to be sick, Mason's mum had called you earlier and told you it was the worst stage of pregnancy.

A few minutes later, Mason had come back inside from his car and held a bag behind his back, a cheeky grin on his face, "don't look."

You'd closed your eyes, holding your hands out and breathing deeply to relieve the sick feeling you were currently experiencing. Mason padded over to you, and you could feel a soft fabric being placed on your hands. Finally, upon opening your eyes, you saw the tiny baby grow folded neatly on your palms. Opening it, your eyes widened to see the Mount-ified piece of clothing.

19 on the bottom of both feet, the Chelsea badge in it's usual spot, and Mount on the back. You couldn't imagine how much this costed, for it only to fit for a few months.

"It's... a lot." You mentioned, which wasn't exactly the reaction Mason had hoped for.

"It wasn't expensive, don't worry," Mason added as he sat beside you, his hands on your stomach again and massaging it, "I've done all my reading, I know this would only fit for a short amount of time. But if we're planning on more, we can keep it." The smile on his face was to die for, he was so ready for this baby and everyone knew it.

From the moment you told him you were expecting, he was ringing up his family, telling the neighbours as he caught them on an early morning, posting it all over his social media accounts. Everyone was over the moon to know you and Mason were bringing a baby Mount into the world. And as beautiful as pregnancy seemed, it sucked. Throwing up all day, as well as feeling so fatigued, it was the worst you'd ever felt.

"I can't believe I'm being made to go to Russia tomorrow," Mason tutted as he got onto the bed behind you, a hairbrush in his hand. It was a regular thing for Mason to brush your hair after a shower, and you definitely needed the TLC with how you'd been feeling.

"You're not being made to, it's your job, dummy." You laughed, bending your head upwards to see him, and sharing an innocent smile.

"I know, but my pregnant girlfriend is at her worst right now, surely they'd let me miss it due to personal reasons," Mason replied to you, dragging the hairbrush down your hair gently, and it felt like pure bliss, "I won't be back home for like, 3 days."

You sighed, closing your eyes and relaxing into Mason's chest. You were finally feeling okay again, but knew it would hit you the moment you wake up tomorrow. "I don't think that would be a good idea, even if they did allow you to stay home. Your midfield is lacking right now, and you have more people injured and sick than you do fit and healthy right now. You're a vital part of your team."

Mason kissed the top of your head, his hands on your stomach for the millionth time that day. "You're so charming."

Knowing this was your last morning without Mason in three days, it felt worse than your stomach did. But he'd still been as lovely as ever, giving you some light breakfast, holding your hair up and rubbing your back as you threw up. His heart tightened at the thought of leaving you alone for the next few days, knowing you were at home feeling horrible whilst he was in another country. It broke his heart to leave you and your growing little one.

"Text me whenever you want, I'll try my hardest to reply," Mason mentioned as he zipped up his suitcase, "I'll facetime you on the plane, when I'm in the hotel, possibly before the match. Just make sure to keep updating me on how you feel." This man had rambled on for twenty minutes, making you completely aware on just how much he was going to miss you.

"I know, Mase. You won't be gone long, I'll be fine." You remarked, but it didn't seem like he was listening. He was so lost in worry for you.

"My family isn't too far away, and Ben is obviously down the road from us." Mason added, dragging his suitcase downstairs, as you followed him with the hot water bottle to your stomach. "Please call someone if you need help, don't forget."

"Mase, I'm not a nine-year-old." You spoke, folding your arms and looking up at your boyfriend, concern clouding his features. He wrapped his arms around you, and you knew he'd miss you more than anything, but you needed him to focus on this game. It was especially important tonight due to how poor Chelsea were doing recently.

"You'll be okay on your own?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ears and staring down at you.

"Yeah," you mumbled back, "besides I'm not completely alone, I have this little one." You mentioned, hands on your stomach as you both stared down at it. The fact that there was a baby inside of you, half Mason and half you, it was enough to knock him to his knees. He was so ready for this baby, so ready for this family.

[that-otome-potato]

Happy Birthday, Lancer!~

It's @lancermylove's birthday! (Or soon will be... I could very well be early haha.)

I was planning on drawing something for your birthday, but my days got away from me. I hope you like this tribute to your day of birth more!

Kei x Reader

Suggestive towards the end, but otherwise sweetness and fluff. ~*~

Walking into Starless, you got used to certain things always happing, to the extent of becoming a norm. Smiles and greetings from the cast members in varying levels of excitement, including Unei. His was usually followed by hurried footsteps as he approached to ask your assistance in one task or another before someone else caught your attention.

This was always Kei. If he saw Unei attempting to get your help in any way, he would always cup your shoulders with both of his strong hands and steer you away to another room in the shop. There, he would sit you down, ask you about your day, offer sustenance, et cetra.

Today, however, you were not greeted by his shining smile or twinkling blue eyes and you felt your shoulders slump slightly and a sigh escape your lips. Out of everyone, you looked forward to seeing him the most - as one usually would when it was their boyfriend doing said greeting. It was your birthday after all.

"Where's Kei?" You asked Unei when he approached, a question on his lips.

"He texted Haseyama, saying he wouldn't be here today. Errands of some kind from what I understand. He chose a good day to do so since we didn't have a performance planned..."

Everything else Unei said fell on deaf ears. Kei wasn't here today? You pulled out your phone to send him a text about it, but paused with your fingers hovering over the keyboard on your phone screen. Perhaps he really did have errands. Surely he would be back tomorrow. Memories of last year threatened to take hold of him disappearing for months on end, but you shook your head to scatter them like fallen leaves.

"Ok, I guess I'll just see him tomorrow then. What did you need help with, Unei? Best take advantage of it while he isn't here, right?" You gave the young man the best smile you could manage.

~*~

Several hours later, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket followed by a ding, notifying you that you had received a message. When you pulled your phone out to see who had sent it, you saw Kei's name and felt excitement bubble up to your cheeks, taking the corners of your lips with it.

You quickly excused yourself from the project you'd been working on with Unei and escaped to the stairway on the far side of the backstage area where you could get some privacy. When you cast your gaze around, looking for any spying eyes, you quickly unlocked your phone.

"Dearest Princess - I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you when you went to the shop today. I had some very important errands to do today and only just now finished them. I was working on a surprise for you for your birthday and wanted them to be perfect.

"Please meet my chauffer outside Starless in five minutes. He will bring you to me. - Kei" A flush of excitement came to your cheeks at the idea of Kei doing something like that for your birthday.

Flying to the management office as if your feet had wings, you tell Unei that you had to leave, grabbed up all the gifts that you had been given by the other cast members throughout the day, and hurried to the front door of the shop. You didn't see the soft, knowing smile that Unei gave you.

~*~

The second the toe of your shoe settled on the concrete walk in front of the building the shop was in, you see a black stretch limo before you, all of the tinted windows were dark as night. At the back passenger side door, stood Kei's driver in his smart uniform suit and a smile.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Are you ready?" You nodded your head vigorously in reply, which made the older man chuckle. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a soft looking scarf. "Kei requested that you use this to cover your eyes. Can't have the surprise being ruined, now can we?"

Despite raising one eyebrow in suspicion, you took the indeed soft cloth and wrapped it around your eyes. The gentleman then helped you sit in the seat before closing the door and moving away from you. Several moments later, you felt the vehicle moving.

This continued for a while, with multiple turns and failed attempts at conversing the destination from the kindly driver.

Eventually, the vehicle came to a stop. A moment later, far sooner than it would have taken the driver to move around from his seat to your door, said door opened and you felt a warm finger on your arm to get your attention.

"You made it."

A different kind of heat from the flush earlier, consumed you at the deep voice you heard. Perhaps it was because your vision was blocked, causing your body to react more strongly than usual to the timbre. It was certainly a different reaction than usual to the sound of his voice, but not unwelcome.

"Kei-"

His comforting hand wrapped around your offered limb to help you climb out of the vehicle.

The moment the door was closed behind you, the limo drove off to destination unknown. Once you both were alone, Kei moved around to face you before releasing your hand. You could feel him move close, the tip of your nose touching his bare chest as he reached around behind you to untie the scarf. He didn't need to be so close to do so, but you weren't about to complain at being so close to him. When you inhaled, you took in the scent that was uniquely him and felt a calm come over you that always calmed your ails.

"You can open your eyes, you know." Kei's voice rumbled from before you when he pulled back, taking the scarf with him.

You did and was met with a peek of bare chest, barely covered by a mesh shirt. You took a step back to look at him better and saw the black with gold accents of his the costume he wore for his Treasured performance.

'My favorite...' You took your lower lip between your teeth unconsciously as you admired the view before you. Kei chuckled at your appreciation and leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek.

"I knew this was your favorite and borrowed it for the day since it's your special day."

You looked up at him with a smile and he stared at you for a moment before leaning down to place a warm, lasting kiss on your lips. You felt goosebumps form on your arms at the feeling, arousal threatening to grow stronger the longer the kiss lasted. A moment before you were about to moan, he pulled back with a smirk.

He reached up to cup your cheek, thumbing your downturned lips to massage it away. "There will always be time for more of that later, my love. Right now, it's your birthday and I plan on celebrating it."

You reached your hand up to run a finger approvingly along different parts of the costume. "What did you have planned?"

When you cast your gaze up to meet his, it was met with blue eyes filled with playfulness and love. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you."

"But you've already surprised me by going this far. The rest is just a bonus."

His hair swayed in the light breeze landing perfectly back in place as if the wind's fingers combed through his golden locks. Your hands itched to do the same. "Just wait and see."

He finally stepped from in front of you to reveal a beautiful park space, filled with flowers of all colors. The beauty of the space was breathtaking in its perfection.

"Where are we?" Over the time since you first came to town and found Starless, you'd been all over but had never found such a gem in the city.

"An... acquaintance of mine told me their summer garden was blooming, so I asked if I could borrow their estate for the afternoon and they agreed."

This caught your attention. "You borrowed their home?"

"Vacation home, really."

The large rainbow botanical garden sat nestled up to the side of a two story, brick home that looked very old. "This is bigger than the home I grew up in! It's just a vacation home?"

Kei just nodded before taking your hand to direct you towards the middle of the grounds, rubbing his thumb in circles over your flesh, sending zings of sensation with every pass. Once you reached the center, you fund an intimate table for two was set up with lit candles and a bouquet of flowers on the table setting of one side. When the two of you reached the quaint setting, Kei picked up the bouquet and handed it to you.

Pulling the bouquet up to your nose, Kei released your hand to move to your other side so he could pull the chair out for you. You smiled in appreciation as you sat down.

The moment Kei settled in his own chair, a tuxedoed butler began bringing out food and drink from inside the house. Fine wine, warm bread and three dainty appetizers started off the meal. When those were done, a man and woman in tuxedos brought out two plates with filet minion wrapped with bacon, steamed vegetables on a light sauce. You watched the two individuals place the plates before both of you, but you could feel Kei's eyes on you and only you.

During your many dates over the last year, whenever he had the time, he always took you to the finest dining the city had to offer. This time, however, was better than anything you had eaten at any of the places he had taken you. It took every ounce of strength to take everything slow and savor every morsel.

In his way, Kei knew what you were thinking and already had a response before you could say anything. "I brought in a two Michelin star chef to put this together. I hope you are enjoying it."

That made you pause for a moment. Michelin star chefs were highly trained and much sought after. What did he have to pay to do all this? "Kei, you didn't have to do all this, you know. Please don't think I don't appreciate the effort you put into this, but it's too much."

"You are worth every penny. I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you being brought into this world since I can't thank your parents."

You looked down at your half-eaten plate to contemplate his words. Any further protest would, not only be rude to Kei, but also ignored. Once Kei had his mind set on something, he didn't deviate. 'I should just enjoy this.' You smiled at him again and continued eating the food that tasted like a dream.

After the main course, the plates were removed and a plate with a white ramekin of chocolate soufflé was placed before you. Next to the ramekin was a quenelle of vanilla bean ice cream on the side with a sprig of mint added as decoration.

When the entire meal was finished, you felt as if you could have died right then and there and have been happy. Well, almost happy. There was one more thing that would have made the night even better.

You jumped when Kei took your hand in his again. "I hope you aren't thinking that just because dinner is finished that this is the end of the night."

Kei reached into his pocket and pulled out a small light blue box with a white ribbon with his free hand and handed it to you. It was roughly the size and shape of a ring box and anxiousness started to fill you. 'Is he proposing??'

"Will you open it or just stare at it?"

Your cheeks warmed at his words and you opened it awkwardly with one hand and let out a small gasp. Inside was a teardrop cut Peridot in a diamond and platinum setting pendant, strung on a fine platinum chain.

"Kei, I..."

Kei stood and moved around to stand behind you. He took the pendant from the box, mindful of the chain, and secured the clasp behind your neck.

He placed his hands on your shoulder and leaned in so his lips were right next to your ear, his warm breath warming you from the inside. "The only thing, from this whole night, that I ask is that you wear this and only this while we make love tonight in every room of the house behind us."

[mysticpetals]

Supermarket runs

Pairing: Jake × mc (Syianne)

Genre: fluff, humor

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Three times Jake ran into Syianne and one time he actually made plans.

Anonymous asked: Hello. If you do still requests, can you do 27 and 40, with Jake and MC from Duskwood from fluff? Sorry I forgot to add that.

Prompts: 27. "Are you blushing?" 40. "Why are you so afraid of loving?"

Notes: here it is! A cute meet up fic with Jake's point of view. I hope you like this one because it's going to be the last thing I'll be posting for a while 😬

Jake had reached his new hideout just a few hours ago.

After evading yet another capture from the government and planting false trails in his wake, he had escaped to a small town, renting an apartment for the time being.

Opening the door to his new house for a few days, he put his cat down, opened his cage and let him explore. Glitch immediately disappeared and Jake put his bags down, sighing tiredly.

He needed to make a quick run to the store nearby, getting some food and other essential items since it was clear that they didn't stock it in the room.

Before he could change his mind, Jake picked up his wallet, locking the door and walked to the store he came across on his way over to the apartment.

It was a medium sized store, probably the one of the few in this small town. Jake browsed the shelves picking up the things he needed along the way. He avoided eye contact with everyone, putting his hood up.

When he was done, he quietly put the few cup noodles and microwaveable dinners on the counter and waited for the cashier to scan his items. Just as he went to pick up the first item, the cashier's phone rang and he glanced at the screen, eyes widening in surprise before his face settled into panic.

"Oh shit, oh shit, I completely forgot," he mumbled to himself frantically and giving Jake an apologetic glance, ran towards the back room.

Well then, it wasn't like he was in any hurry either. He didn't want to go back so soon anyway. He rocked back on his heels, adjusting his mask so that it still covered the lower half of his face and looked around in boredom.

From the backroom, he could hear two voices arguing, one male and other female and just when he thought that maybe it was going to take a while, the cashier ran out of the room, hefting a jacket over his shoulders and looked back.

"I owe you one, Syianne! Thank you so much!"

Jake tilted his head on hearing the familiar name, memories of conversations with his Syianne creeping up.

"You really do, Percy! I better have a three day weekend after this!" The girl shouted back and Jake smiled behind his mask. She even sounded like her.

The cashier yelled back something but he was already out the door to hear properly. The girl came out from the back, wearing her uniform jacket and grumbling about having to do two shifts, but Jake had frozen.

"Sorry about that. My coworker forgot about the date with his girlfriend and had to bolt. Between you and me, she's pretty scary so I'd be running too," she said, already ringing up his few items but Jake couldn't reply. He kept staring at her familiar face, which he had accidentally accessed when going through her chats before.

This was his Syianne.

She glanced at him, probably wondering why he didn't say anything before looking back on the screen. He broke out of his stupor when she told him the total and held up a bag with his items.

His fingers brushed against her and it felt like a lifetime, blood rushing to his cheeks and heart pacing.

"Thank you," he said and got a smile in return.

"You're welcome! Sorry about the delay earlier."

He shook his head rapidly, telling her that it was no trouble and he completely understood. That made her smile widen, her eyes crinkling with happiness.

"Come again soon!"

Oh, he'd be coming back very soon, indeed.

The first thing he did after reaching home was to power on his laptop and search for Syianne's location. Glitch hissed angrily at him for disturbing his slumber atop the chair he was now sitting in but Jake's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The results baffled him, as it showed her living in a completely different country from when he had searched her before, when he had just gotten her number. And then, realisation dawned on him that she might be using a VPN.

He banged his head on the table in frustration but also a little impressed that Syianne had thought of doing something like this to protect her identity.

He was supposed to stay away from all of them, to prevent pulling people into his messes but now one of the most important people in his life literally worked a walk away from his hiding place. He couldn't change places so frequently as it hadn't even been a day and he had to give some time to the police to cool off, before he got on the move again.

He sighed, too wound up to make anything but cup noodles, he got up and went into the kitchen. Glitch trailed behind him, sniping at his heels for his own food and Jake emptied the last can of cat food into Glitch's bowl.

With a jolt, he realised that he would have to go to the supermarket tomorrow again and it brought him equal parts of excitement as well as anxiety at the thought of seeing Syianne again.

———

The next evening, he put the cans of cat food on the counter and was disappointed to find that the guy from yesterday – Percy, if he recalled right – was going to scan his items.

Jake shifted the mask on his face and looked around to see if Syianne was somewhere but to no avail. If Percy noticed him looking around, he didn't say anything. When he grabbed the bag from him, the employee room opened and Syianne came out wearing casual clothes, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"See you tomorrow, Percy!"

She came out from behind the counter and her eyes widened in surprise as they fell on him.

"Oh hi! You're the one from yesterday."

Jake cleared his throat and let out a hesitant, "Y-yeah."

Percy snickered, throwing a knowing look at Jake before turning to Syianne.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, idiot. Bring some coffee with you." He handed Jake his bag as he scrambled to bring out his wallet to pay and gave him a wide smile.

"Syianne here works the morning shifts." He winked and Jake was mortified to hear the amusement in his voice, knowing that he had been caught.

"I'm not bringing you anything until I get my three-day weekend. Anyway, nice to see you again…." She trailed off when she turned to Jake and his mind went into overdrive as he thought about whether he should tell her his real name or not.

"Phil." He blurted out, "My name's Phil."

She tilted her head, no doubt thinking about that bartender from Duskwood who was currently locked up in jail.

"Funny, I know a guy named Phil. Not from around here though." She glanced at the door giving him a final smile.

"Because all the customers come in the evening." Percy complained and Syianne only rolled her eyes at his antics.

"Well, come by in the morning if you want to chat. It's pretty chill that time."

"Deal with it. Anyway, see you tomorrow." She waved one last time and walked out, Jake's eyes following her figure until she disappeared around the corner.

"She's sweet and a little too trustful. I better not hear any complaints about you from her Phil or I won't hesitate to throw a punch or two." Percy threatened and Jake flushed before muttering a hasty excuse and practically running out of the store.

She actually talked to him today and hearing her voice, her words just made it harder for him to stay away. But it was okay if he didn't tell her who he was, right? She won't be in any danger then, right?

These thoughts chased him as he walked back to his temporary home, almost tripping over Glitch when he entered and found a disgruntled cat, waiting for his food.

———

The next morning, Jake worked in his room, occasionally shooing away Glitch who was determined to get his daily dose of affection.

"Just a minute, Glitch." He muttered, typing rapidly, his eyes scanning the screen with an eerie quickness.

A loud, disgruntled meow from his cat breaks the silence again and Jake heaved a frustrated sigh, pushing his laptop away and glaring at the culprit.

"Fine, you little devil! I'll give you breakfast first."

He walked out of the room, Glitch trailing behind him, purring in appreciation and hopped on to a chair while Jake took out the instant pancake mixture that he had recently bought. And that reminded him of the fact that Syianne was here, so close and whether he should tell her or not.

Making the pancakes in a daze, he put a plate in front of Glitch who immediately started gobbling it up. Jake huffed out a laugh and made his own plate, sitting across from his cat. The syrup was towards Glitch and when he leaned forward to take it, he was met by Glitch's paw swatting at his hand.

"What the hell? You ate already! Let me eat too!"

Glitch's paw rested on the syrup bottle and edged it towards the end of the table.

Jake froze.

"Glitch, no. Give me the syrup."

The bottle shifted a bit more.

"No, Glitch. Stop that."

The cat looked at him and stopped and Jake gave a sigh of relief, only to throw back his head in exasperation at the next moment as the bottle was finally pushed off the table.

"You little devil! I'm going to—"

The cat sprang up and ran into the other room, leaving Jake in the kitchen alone.

"Why is it always me?"

———

After cleaning up the kitchen and eating pancakes without any syrup, Jake found himself in the supermarket once again, embarrassed about being there everyday for the last three or so days.

When he put his items on the counter, including a syrup in a plastic bottle this time, he found himself facing Syianne who gave her an amused look.

"Having a good day, Phil?"

It took a moment for Jake to understand that she was talking to him and he flushed when he met her gaze.

"Not really. My cat decided to be an asshole today."

Syianne laughed and if Jake could have heard it everyday, he would. When she scanned his bandaids, she raised an eyebrow, and Jake gave her a sheepish smile, showing her his poorly wrapped hand.

"Oh no, that looks bad," she said but Jake only shook his head.

"It's better than it looks, I promise. I'm just bad at wrapping things up."

She didn't smile but only looked behind him. Seeing no more customers, she gestured for him to come to her side of the counter. Confused, he did as she asked and understanding dawned on him when he saw her opening the packet of gauze he had just bought.

"Oh, no, no. It's okay. I can do it at home." He rushed but she didn't listen, silently asking for him to hold his hand forward. When he realised that Syianne wasn't going to take no for an answer, he sighed and put his hand forward, face heating up and he regretted forgetting to wear a face mask that day.

"Are you blushing?" She asked teasingly and his flush only worsened.

"I-I'm not used to other people caring for me."

She hummed.

"That must be lonely."

She carefully unwrapped his hand, winching at the sight of blood and cleaned it with antiseptic wipes, before wrapping a bandage around the cut. Her hands were gentle but firm, as if she knew what she was doing and had done it a hundred times before. Jake was suddenly hit with a weird nostalgia, a feeling of wanting to know who she was, how many siblings she had, what her goals were.

He didn't realise when she had stopped, staring at him, as he was looking at her and only after several minutes had passed, did Syianne dropped her hands, letting him know that she was done.

The thought struck him like lightning and he quickly grabbed his bags, muttering another thank you and getting a simple smile in return. Before he knew, he was out on the streets and on the way to his house, his thoughts a raging turmoil.

"Thank you very much." He spoke softly, quietly, overwhelmed by such a gesture from her. He was essentially a stranger and she had still helped him, not knowing who he was.

She didn't know who he was.

What was he doing? Going to see her like that, finding excuses to go to the supermarket in hopes of seeing her? What did he want to accomplish?

He released a shaky sigh, running his hands through his hair, when he reached the place. Glitch, knowing that it wasn't the time for his shenanigans, only gave a welcoming meow from his place on the couch.

Maybe it was time he started searching again.

Jake opened his laptop but the ping from his phone made him look for it, heart quickening when he saw her name on it.

Syianne [5:00 pm]

Hey Jake!

How are you doing? I hope you're safe

I patched up a guy today who came in at work. He had a cat too!

Anyway, I don't know why I'm still writing but I hope you're safe and nobody got to you

Why are you so afraid of loving?

Sorry, insensitive question. Ignore that

Waiting for when you come back

...I'm still looking forward to that date

Jake's lips quirked at her messages, warmed by her concern. She had messaged him everyday ever since he went into hiding again. He hadn't replied then, being busy because of his relocation, but now….

In a bold move, very uncharacteristic for him, he messaged her back.

Jake [5:03 pm]

What if I told you that the guy you patched up was me?

Syianne [5:04 pm]

What?

His name was Phil

Oh

Jake waited as she typed and erased, all of it going on for two minutes before she stopped. Jake had a sudden, terrible feeling that perhaps he had made a mistake but soon enough, she replied.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

You're cute in real life as well <3

Jake laughed, amused by her flirty response and decided that perhaps he'd stay there for a few more days.

Syianne [5:06 pm]

What about that date at the Chinese restaurant you promised me?

Jake [5:07 pm]

Does tomorrow work for you? ;)

[pipsipey17]

A Hired Thief (Lady Dimitrescu x Fem Reader)

"Fuck." it's all you could say as the alarms went off, you started running since you know thaf the police might be coming any minute now.

You ran into a dark alleyway but you were cornered both sides by the cop cars, you tried shooting your way out but it didn't work, so you had no choice but to surrender.

At last, they have finally caught you, after months of trying to capture you. You had been one of the most wanted theives in the city somewhere in Romania.

The cops handcuffed you and brought you inside their car. "We finally caught Y/N L/N, we shall be celebrating later." one of the cops said on the radio.

You were shocked when they brought you into a room which is so dark you could barely see instead of bringing you to a cell.

They made you sit down on a chair in the middle of the room and they immediately left you alone in the room, or so you thought.

You heard the door slam shut, "How the mighty have fallen~" a beautiful voice said. Lights immediately turned on and you saw a woman sitting across you, she has raven colored hair, golden eyes and crimson lips. She was wearing a black sun hat, a white button up blouse with a few buttons that are undone which gives you a view of her cleavage, a black pencil skirt and some black stilettos.

"Who are you?" you asked sternly trying not to seem distracted by the view.

"A potential friend." said the woman

"Do I know you?" you asked

"No, but I know you~"

"Oh?"

"Mhm, you're quite the notorious thief darling~"

You rolled your eyes and said "I prefer financeer, what do you want?"

The woman stood up and walked over to you in a very seductive manner, you tried not to get distracted but failed, your eyes started to roam her figure and you heard her give you a laugh that was deep in her throat.

She straddled your lap and traced her finger to your neck down to your chest which made you shiver and gulp.

"Well, I planning a big job and I need someone with your special set of skills~" the woman said as she slowly removes the buttons of your black button up revealing your black lacy bra.

"What's in it for me?" you asked while trying to move but it seems like you were under her spell.

"You're not exactly in the position to negotiate, but you won't rot behind bars~" her hands went down to your belt and she unbuckles it. "So, what do you say?" she asked as her hand slowly approaches your clothed sex.

"I suppose I have no choice." you said trying to contain yourself, she chuckled in your ear and said, "You catch on quick~" she kissed you hungrily and you kissed back, she kissed your jawline all the way down to your exposed cleavage. The kiss was already getting heated so she pulled away and got off of your lap.

You whined which made her place a finger on your lips, "Hush dear, we can continue this in my office~" she chuckled then she pulled out a key and used it for your cuffs. You rubbed your wrists since the cuffs were a bit painful.

"Here, so you know where you'll find me." she handed you her calling card, you were watching her as she walked out of the room jaw slighy open as she struts, she was at tge threshold then she took one final glance at you. "I'll see you tomorrow Y/N." she said and you nodded in response. She left the room but you could still hear her heels clicking through the floors.

You were still shocked about what happened earlier, but you got up to fix your button up that she unbuttoned and you looked at the mirror to see her crimson lipstick stains on your neck which made you blush. You thought about if you should wipe it off or not but you decided not to, so you could wear it like a medal. It was a little bit seen though even if you wore your button up.

You looked at the calling card and you learned that her name is Alcina Dimitrescu and that she owns the famous winery in the city "Trandafiri Negrii", there was scent coming from the calling card, so you sniffed it and it smelled like roses just like how she smelled earlier, and for sure you will get addicted to her scent.

Part 2

[insomnishnik]

pairing : obsessive! dom eren x god complex reader *wink* *wonk*

rating : smut, 18+, fluff, crack (?)

wc : 53k

cw : degradation, choking, semi public sex, art student! eren, cockwarming, pussy spanking, mention of bruises and injuries, breeding kink ish, obsessive behavior, stalking, borderline yandere 😁 also pliz I'm new so if this bad lemme know

summary : at the very end of graduation, it's time to say goodbye, college is over, now off to the real world. But before the farewell, you as the student president arrange the one last time after party as a sweet goodbye message, little do you know eren have other plan.

“DO WE HAVE TO?” you murmured as Hitch pushed your back while both of stepping inside of a coffee shop. Fragrance of coffee bean, vanilla air freshener wafted to your nose, the comforting wooden minimalist arabica design greeted your eyes for its pleasing aesthetic scenery.

"Yes, we have to i mean how bad could it be?" she grinned, pulling your arm to her clutches while both of you scoured inside, "besides, the past must stay as the past, it was just a silly president election it's not like he would hold grudges against you for getting elected," she continued, referring to the big college event far ago before the senior year. 

That one time when you and Eren Jaeger applied to be the student council president, and like how history spoke, the winner rejoiced, and nobody really care about what happens next to the loser. It was a though fight, you were quite determined to take that core position with your persona, you believed that you could bring greater goods for the community, and you DID do good, but Eren fought back passionately, and you remembered you could see fire in his eyes during his speech at the debate election, he may not smart but he's clever, maybe a little aggressive but hell does he moved so many people's heart, you remembered when he was standing tall and brave on that podium while his sea green eyes glued the room together, the intimacy that is fiery and optimistic, but as the whole world know destiny said otherwise, without your own anticipation 

you won. 

And since then your reign begun. You rule well, you made plenty achievements as student president and you never been so proud of yourself, since then you never lose your dedication for your people, and the feel of being a victor, and oh how you loved the feel of being powerful. 

You and Hitch walked upstairs to the second loft of the coffee shop after you both ordered the drinks you wanted, "I dunno Hitch, i don't think that this is a good idea," you mumbled to the girl next to you, while you scratching the back of your ear, "when Armin said not to mess with Eren i think he meant it."

Sure you were delighted with your victory, but you still couldn't help yourself to feel bad for Eren, there's this strange tingle of guilt vine your stomach when you, the possessor approached your ex rival far a month ago, he gave you this bitter dirty look as you waved him a polite good morning, then he stormed off without a single word, you felt like he was prestige to look into your eyes since then. 

"And when i said he was a wuss, and a man child for going all off emo after that election i also meant it," Hitch rolled her eyes, she pat your back as a reassurance before you two finally found the person you've been looking for, almost unrecognizable from the last time you guys bumped to each other, for a moment your eyes widened to the now Eren Jaeger.

 There he was sitting all pretty at the smoking area, his hair was pulled onto a messy bun with a few loose strands on his nape, he was far more built than the boy you used to know, his bushy eyebrows looking furrowed to a sketchbook, the charcoal pencil he's holding dances on top of it. He was styled in a thin knitted black long sleeve top that hugged his muscular body tightly, army green cargo pants, and combat boots — you know, those kind of boots you wear to a rock concert just to kick someone — his rolled sleeves, revealing his veiny arms that covered with tattoos. His long legs is stretched to the chair next to him while he is leaning against the wall. 

Hitch glanced at you, she cackled noticing you googling at Eren, she pulled you by your wrist approaching the brunet, "you'll be fine," she snickered, while you could only let out a soft sigh, here goes nothing. 

Hitch signal her presence to Eren with a light cough, a small thud hit the surface of his sketchbook after he dropped his pencil. His gaze shifts to both of you who were standing by his side, he raised his left brow when his eyes met yours, you stared back at Eren and he outstared you blankly, "Jaeger," you hesitated. 

About time you finally came to me.

"Y/N," he replied, calling you by your first name. His expression never change, they're rather cold, unimpressed, he studied both of you, then back to you, he lift his chin up as he locked his eyes on you, "you brought a friend." Intruder, he finally said after a brief silence, Eren closed his sketchbook and then cracked his knuckles, Hitch pulled you, taking a seat in front of Eren. 

"Now let's skip the chit chat, because by the way Eren, you smells musty," Hitch waved her hand in front of her face, she's not wrong though, he smells like tobacco and axe body spray. Furthermore when Hitch explained the reasons of hers and yours arrival to Eren, his gaze never really left you, sometimes he would spare Hitch small glances and nods as confirmation of himself still listening, but his attention was on you. 

And you willingly stares back, you still couldn't read his expression, they're as calm as the morning blue sky, they're just so empty it sucks you in, maybe it's the blunt hatred and envy from him for your presidential position, or maybe it was something else, you even almost think that you two are basically eye fucking each other. 

You extended him the proposal and the selected material details to him, it's almost graduation, and you're running out of time to find someone who could make an exclusive design for the jackets you are planning to make as a gift for the after party event. The other councilor members and you also haven't decide the theme yet, it has to be perfect. Your last hope is Eren, the fine arts student all the girls in school droll over, even though his charisma was slightly dimmed after his loss at the election, he still got his charm, and you really prayed to Goddess Fortuna because you don't want to risk looking for someone else to customize this specific special item and just to get disappoint by the erratic result, at least when Eren agree to take the work, someone could watch over.

"No fucking way," Eren let out a smug chortled, "the president needs my help," he added in a sneering tone. Cute. 

"So you agree or not Eren," you try to suppress your nerve, and you really try not to punch his cocky face, the way he throw his head back a little so he gave you this kind of kubrick stare, gazing into your soul as if he wants to eat you alive, and just like they said, if looks could kill, you're probably be ripped apart by now. 

"What if i say no?" he continued, tapping his boot's toe on the wooden floor. 

"You'll waste your talent," you gift a thin smile that hides a very big urge to stab him repeatedly. 

Eren chuckled, he looked away towards the window before he lean forward to you, "What happen to the other art students, L/N? Did they finally acknowledge your overly perfectionist bossy self or what?" 

"And what about it?" you argued, leaning to his face, he wanted to humiliate you, he wanted you to get on your knees and beg, but you still have your dignity. 

"Uh, what is this," Hitch hesitated, "i am highly uncomfortable with the atmosphere we created in this room," what's with the eye fucking? Hitch thought, she felt like she's interrupting a really heated make out session but instead of kissing it was exchanging pure hatred, Hitch nudged you by your elbow, giving you a look. 

You gritted your teeth and pursed your lips together, leaning closer to Eren's face, "Alright, if this is about that stupid president election we had together grow up Eren! The world doesn't evolve in your stupid drama queen head, so please since i'm asking you nicely before i could fu-" You stopped your bust as a waitress came over with the drinks you ordered earlier, you glared angrily at Eren as you caught a tug of amused smirk at the corner of his lips, it was the fact that you desperately needs his help but still play all bitchy, he found it funny. 

Sure you have your dignity, and he is willing to destroy it just because he can.

After the waitress left, you tasted your fresh latte angrily, making Eren chuckled under his husky breath, while on the other side Hitch is silently witnessing the tense between you two. 

"Fine," Eren broke the silence after a few minutes since the waitress left, "i'll take the work." he sat up, you nodded and watched as that key necklace of his dangling out from his collar, and when your eyes laid on the toned chest that peaking under his shirt, you gulped your saliva and quickly looked away, "good, thank you for your understanding."

You clasps your hands together and you could hear Hitch's faint sigh of relief, "great so now i think we have our deal, you know Professor Levi's tea shop right? tomorrow we're doing a gathering, be there before 8, and if-" 

who says that i'm finished doll? Eren tug another smirk, "but with some condition."

⊱✿⊰

"For real? No party organizer available until next January?" you groaned in frustration, frantically flipping through pages of your journal, Hitch and Armin walks by your side to the long table area.

Chaos. 

Chaos everywhere, you feel like your head is going to explode, your blood boils, and there's this uncomfortable anxiety under your skin, crippling under you and devouring you slowly. You've been overworked yourself the entire night after your meeting with Eren, you were brainstorming for your graduation speech, activity recap, and of course other ornaments for the very last project you're having in your senior year, you cried for three hours while listening to montgomery ricky then cried again over the document you accidentally deleted. 

You're exhausted.

Mentally and physically, you woke up with puffy eyes and wrecked brain, but you knew that everything must go on, and no, you won't back down, everything has to be perfect, 

It has to be perfect. 

Hitch pouted as she watches you typing on your laptop, she snakes her arms around your waist and leaned her head against your shoulder, watching you making some kind of budget recap, "sweetie you should rest and lay down." She spoke with a soft smile. 

You pursed your lips together before you leaned your head on top of hers, not leaving your eyes from your laptop, "thanks Hitch, but i'm alright, i'll just finish this and i'll take a break for a bit." You just can't really trust anything without yourself being under control or watching over, you're afraid that everything would astray far from your definition of 'perfection,' this empire you've been building, and this is your last legacy the next generation will remember, and you wanted it to be remarkable. 

"No dumbass, the last catering service was too expensive and apparently our university was filled with cheapskates." argued a voice from across the room.

"Well we have no choice???" other voice argued back, "Or we can rely on your very bad cooking skill Kirstein, just pray nobody's gonna die from food poisoning." 

You huffed at the sight of Ymir and Jean who was sitting face to face on the floor, both are on their phone scrolling on google, you looked around and found Sasha, Marco and Connie, chatting across you, and you looked over to the three people next to you, your vice president Hitch, your treasurer Armin, and your secretary Mikasa. You couldn't help yourself but smiling at your team, they works so well. 

Then you frowned as your realized something, "Have Eren-" 

A short blonde girl with a tray of drinks and snacks entered the room, "Y'all snack time!" she called out with a large grin on her face.

Ymir's face lit up as she walked up to her girlfriend, Sasha sprinted towards Historia, going feral over food as usual. 

"Ugh finally," you chuckled to Jean's mumble. Soon, half of the room crowded the blonde girl, reaching for snacks and drinks, your eyes fixated as you slowly notice the presence of the familiar sea green eyes, you watches as Eren strolls inside of the meeting room, he yawned before he took a seat on Hitch's place, your frowned slightly, "excuse you?" 

"Excuse me?" he replied, plastering that damn cocky smile, he looked to you up and down, definitely mocking you under his degrading gaze, dammit y/n did you overworked yourself?

"Well have you look at yourself, President." he snickered, suddenly a sketch design laid in front of you, you shift your eyes to Eren, before you took the papers on your hands. Soft grazes of colored pencil and ink, the art was delicate yet firm, "what is this?" you asked dumbly to the design of two bomber jackets, each of the jackets has their own scrawled side notes of the color details, embroidery, and even fabric material.

"Both jacket will be make from satin, no argument, satin," Eren spoke, he pointed his polished finger nail to the design, "the girls will have the yellow one, the boys will take the red, it'll have our Uni symbol and our number," he explained, "should be ready as soon as possible," Eren watches you closely, waiting for you to say something. Part of him.....just wants you to react, just anything, just any reaction exclusively for him. 

You blinked slowly, wow. Honestly it's beautiful, looks like it was Harajuku style inspired, you can't wait to touch the final craft, you glanced at Eren, "thank you," you spoke finally, "it's really beautiful."

I'm glad you like it. "Of course it's beautiful, i made it," he replied with a smug face, he cracked his knuckles then tapped his fingers to the wooden table, "now now, what do we have here." 

It was part of Eren's condition. One, he wanted to be fully involved in the graduation ceremony prep and the after party. Two, most importantly nobody touch his creation while he have full control of it, you reluctantly gave him the responsiblity to handle the venue decoration and the theme, most of the people in your team weren't really pleased with that decision, but like you all have time to think? But after considering it, you felt like it would be good idea to have extra hands helping. 

Anything,

To reach the absolute perfection.

⊱✿⊰

"I'm so glad, that this is almost over, because i could not bear drinking another monster and espresso or i might get caffeine intoxication," you grinned as you earned chuckles through the dinner table, it was all paid off, and the grand event was right in front of your eyes, you could already imagine yourself standing on that podium, delivering your grand speech, high and god like.

But now, celebration first. 

The admiration looks from your team and the last year student council team — who decided to join for the gig — feeds your ego, there's Zeke, Nicolo, Reiner, Pieck and her girlfriend Yelena, Porco and Bertholdt. Your friends really look up to you, from the day you earned your position, they knew they could count on you. "Thank you, thank you for all of the hard works this season, i would never ask for a better team, you guys are the best that i could ever wished for," you grinned and picked up the can of beer from the table, everybody raises their drinks, and you looked at the edge of the table, where your graduated senior, Zeke Jaeger sitting down, giving you a proud look, he was a student president before you, "this is for everyone, our community has never been this great, because you all dedicated your hearts." As you cheers together, you looked around, something is missing, you can feel it, yet you can't find any solid answer for that feeling. 

It was a simple outdoor Korean barbecue party in your house's backyard, after all done, you wanted nothing but to treat your friends, because that's what they deserved for serving you right. It was returning favor, while waiting for the meat to be cook perfectly by your senior Nicolo, you sat besides Mikasa as you both chats, while Armin was next to her, busy with his phone. In the distance, chaotic guitar strums and jams from drunk Connie and Jean cracking the air together with everyone that hyping them up. You pressed your chin against Mikasa's shoulder while both of you giggling over a twitter thread. 

"Eren said he's coming over," Armin announced to both of you, he looked down to his phone and let out a heavy sigh. 

So that was the missing piece. 

"Why's the sigh?" you asked Armin.

Armin hesitated, he looked around everywhere that isn't you, he rubbed his hand through his undercut, it feels like watching someone having a very conflicted mind war with themself, he then finally impaled you with a mixed expression, "Y/N," he started, "i don't know how to say this but....." He glanced over at Mikasa, and you followed him. 

The dark haired girl rather gave him a surprised expression, a some kind of you did not! look. You exchanged the utterly confusion to both of them, Mikasa nodded slowly, "She needs to know, Armin." 

"I need to know what?" 

"What are you guys talking about?" you turned around and sees Eren standing right in front of you, bruised up and bleeding, his knuckles was fucked in a shade of dark red and purple, strands of hair falling in front of his face, Mikasa quickly stood up, "Eren did you—"

"Yes i did," he shot her a cold glare, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Zeke started to approaching, Eren's eyes then finally found Armin, who's looking scared and nervous more than ever, "tell me, what's the interesting story Armin?" his tone was striking and icy, under his husky voice, you could track hints of slurs because of alcohol. 

Armin went quiet, he gripped his knuckles, what is this? something must happened and you didn't know, and you hated that. You hated when things was out of your reach. "It's okay Eren, you should check your wounds, they look pretty bad," Armin swallowed, his words came out more threatening than he anticipated. 

"No, no, no, i wanted to know what you gonna say to Y/N," Eren moves closer to Armin, "you are not trying to tell her anything bad about me right?" 

They looked like they're ready to throw hands, but Zeke was already slips between them, holding the both boys's chests with his flat palms, "come on now guys, let's not." he hesitated.

"No, let's." Eren insisted, he slapped his brother's hand, you quickly pulled him down by his arm, he flinched when he felt your touch, Eren glance at you, and for a split second his eyes went soft, it was that soft that you felt nothing but pure affection from his sea green eyes, then something took over his body, he suddenly pulled you by your collar, lifting you up, moving your face closer to his.

His eyes were bloodshot, you squeezed his wrists while kicking your feet on the air, "you," he growled, his warm breath smells like alcohol, you blinked slowly, scanning Eren's animalistic glare, but there is no hate in his eyes, you found yourself trying to look for it but there it none, instead there's this raging desire, he looked at you like you were his prey, "Eren-" you choked, for the first time, you feel powerless.

"I hate you," he hissed, but all you could sense was lie, his mortal fingers squeezing you so deadly but you feel the comfort of it, the bizarrely embracing lust, and his existence blurs all the noises around you, just you and Eren Jaeger. "you took everything from you," he continued, "i woke up everyday wishing you dead." 

You knitted your eyebrows, and you feel your godly ichor rushes back through your veins, a disgusted smirk appeared on your face, belittling him for lying, "liar." 

Then huge arms pulled Eren from you, tackling him to the ground, Mikasa caught you before you hit the ground, Hitch stepped in front of you, shielding you from Eren who was struggling under Zeke, "Eren what the hell!" she shouted. Mikasa helped you up and pulled you close to her chest, "Y/N are you okay?" she sounded so scared, questions and assumptions popping in your head about what happens between Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. You looked up, finding Reiner helping Zeke restraining his own brother. You knew a minute ago that guy attacked you, but seeing Eren in that position just feels so wrong, you never thought you'll get drew by a guy like Eren Jaeger, but here you are finding yourself shoving aside your pride while approaching the two blonds. You put your hand on Zeke's shoulder, squeezing them gently, "it's okay," your delicate tone shocks him, "let him go Zeke." 

You could feel everyone giving you a jaw drop, but when all eyes on you, you find yourself only looking at Eren. 

After a tense moment, Zeke and Reiner finally let go of the brunet, you pulled Eren up then you put the tip of your fingers to his chin, examining his wounds, he scoffed and avoided your eyes, dropping his eyes to the ground. "Let's get that clean up," you mumbled and dragged him by his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Leaving everyone in a ambiguous silence. 

"Why are they leaving? the wagyu is ready."

You walked upstairs to your room, no words exchange both of you before you finally entered the bathroom with Eren, you let go of his hand, your heartbeat strangely skipping inside your chest, while you were searching for the medicine kit in the cabinet, when you finally turn around, you found Eren already sitting on the toilet seat, you kneeled down in front of him and you opened the medicine kit, you pulled a towel from the drawer and stood up, wetting it in the sink, "what happen?" you finally spoke. 

Eren let out a deep chuckle, he wiped his bloody nose with his thumb then wiped it off on his jeans, gross. "Why do you care," he asserted. 

You rolled your eyes and kneeled back in front of him, with dripping wet cloth on your right hand, "please you stormed on me, lifted me up and looked at me like you wanted fuck me against the table while also wanted to burn me alive at the same time." you gave him a judging look. You took his hands, and then slowly pressed the dampen cloth on his bloody knuckles, he didn't flinch, Eren remained silence while he watches you. You could feel his smirk while you were treating his wounds. "Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?" he asked quietly. 

"No, tell me." 

Eren then moved his left hand away from you, extending them, he caressed his thumb on your cheekbone, made you froze, his hand then traveled to your ear, it tugged your hair behind them, "i cannot." He whispered softly. 

You looked up, and put the now reddish cloth on the floor, you moved closer to the burnet in front of you, you intertwined your fingers with his once again, the tense on his shoulders visibly relax while his pupils widened to the presence of you, "now would you tell me what happen?" your voice sweetened, melodic in his ear, and it seems like he's lured enough by it. 

Eren huffed a chuckle, he looked down to both of your hands, "Had a fight with Pops," he shrugged, "took the anger on the wall." You moved closer to his face, close enough to smell the liquor in his breath. Eren stared at you, he never imagine he would have the blessing to be this close with you, he was always watching you from afar. Those interrogation towards Armin regarding you, questions after questions on your personal life, forcing Armin to dug deeper and helped Eren fulfilling his needs on you, he'd followed you after school, to your favorite coffee shop, your home so he'll know your address, to where ever he could reach you, man... he'll go after you to the edge of the world if that's where you're heading. 

"Do you still hate me?" you asked, and to be honest the question kind of scares you, because after these past few weeks of spending more time with Eren Jaeger, you finally caught in his fire, his flaming intimacy you thought was long gone, and you also surprises yourself for not getting pissed off by the feeling, because it makes you feel vulnerable. 

Eren grazes his thumb on your jaw as if you were made of glass, he kneeled down to the floor with you, so you both could be equal, no high ground. "The truth is my darling, i never was," he confirmed, "after you won that election it was my last straw because from the first time i laid my eyes on you, Love.... You have bewitched me body and soul," he's been watching over you from the distance and you still as pathetic as he could remember, maybe it's the way you stole glances at him, the way you would secretly checking him out but little did you know that he notices everything, he's been reading you like an open book without having to flip through every pages, because you already spread open for him, "you have became the very thing that is out of my reach, Love. And for i have fancy you, and you'll be mine not just in my mind but fully," and he is itching to taste you. His warmth envelopes you to a sense of safety, he trails his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you melt like a candle on fire. Right above you stand an entity greater than yourself, the essence of mystery that fold itself in front of you, and with the universe speak between you, everything is a clarity. 

And you, you don't get it, you thought it was all envy to the position you have, and for the first time, you crave something other than power, "Did you just quoted Pride and Prejudice for me, Jaeger?" you snakes your arms around his neck while his growing bulge strokes on your clothed cunt, the rough material of his jeans made your arousal grow thicker, "my, my, my i used to think that you were just a pretty face with zero common sense," you teased, nuzzling your nose against him. 

His husky chuckle vibrates against your skin, without warning he pushes you up against the wall and you immediately jumped onto his waist with your legs, you gasped as your back hit the cold surface, Eren kneading your butt cheeks as he was holding you up, his chest pressed on yours, warm breath mixes together, "ouch, did you just call me dumb?" you snickered, Eren tilts his head before he smirked, "maybe we could be equally dumb after i make you babble nonsense with my cock." His mouth devouring yours feverishly. Frantic gestures rid you and him of clothes on your body, while you helped Eren unbuckling his belt, his teeth grazes yours, tongues fighting for dominance with each other, he latched his lips onto yours, hungry for more taste, you started to sucking his bottom lip while Eren savor your taste, he pushes more for a deeper kiss, his hand fondling your clothed boob, then it slipped under them, as he found your stiffened nipple, you felt his smirk between your kiss, and a moan escaped from your lips, they're already swollen and you knew you needed air soon, but without your realizing, you already breath through his air through the kiss. 

You unhooked your bra while Eren pressed you harder against the wall, his cock was already free from his jeans and boxer, his beautiful tip was coated in precum, when you finally exposed your breasts in front of him, the animalistic side possessed him back, Eren kneads your breasts greedily causing you to mewl, shivers running down your spine, and you unconsciously grinds you drenched cunt against his waist, Eren cackled. 

"What a fucking whore, you looked like a cat in heat." 

You whined when his flat palm hit your cunt, he rubs the dampen clothed surface of your clit, Eren brought his mouth to your breast and started to circling his tongue on your nipple, making your back arched and you grinding to nothingness of his waist, "whore," he spat, a string of saliva bridge between your skin and his lips, "is this what you called a student president? i don't think so." Eren grip your throat and slowly adding pressure to your air circulation with his index finger and thumb, his other hand has been stroking his own cock for awhile, he uses his precum as lube and your eyes twinkled to the beautiful sight. 

Your lips parted, he let out a throaty groan to your ear just to tease you, "what if i just jack myself and leave you like this?" the menacing grin appeared on his face, your desperate look just pleased him even more, he groaned under his breath as he feeling himself twitching, and your drooling pussy just looking tastier than ever, Eren inhaled and faked a pout, "aw, what is it? don't you want to walk around with my cum dripping from your slutty hole aren't you? that is sinful my Love, won't it gonna stain your pride, Miss President?" 

You cursed under you breath, and another slap landed on your cunt, you threw your head back as Eren squeezed you against the wall, "nu uh, bad words," he growled, "what do you want, Y/N? Use your fucking mouth if you want something, did your parents never tell you?" another hard slap on your cunt made you gasp, you cried louder, and Eren shushed you while peppering kiss on your naked shoulder, "careful darling they might hear you from downstairs." 

He pecked your nose before he finally aims his cock to your entrance, stroking his tip to your dripping cunt, "what do you want, Y/N? say it." He repeated.

"Your cock!" you whimpered, "please pound me with your cock.... please Eren.. i just want it inside.."

He slammed into you, causing you to let out a sharp noise, "Oh, like this?" Eren felt your soft warm walls hugging him so tightly, as if you guys just fit so perfectly together, he held his hand on your tummy to prevent you from grinding your greedy self, letting your cunt clenching him by itself, "fuck you're so tight my Love," he groaned subtly. 

"E-eren please move..... i'm begging you...." you sobbed so pathetically. Eren moved his face close to yours and pinned your wrists above your head, "this will need an outcome don't you think?" he tilted his head, making you wept for his cock to move even more, suddenly an idea popped in his head, "I will move," he said, "i'll shoot my loads in you and then you'll be mine, i want you to want me so badly, i'm going to imprison you, and then.... just then...it'll be just you and me, always and forever," he dug his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent so they'll stay in his head, but he knew it won't, you're his own personal drug anyways, "promise, Darling?" Eren whispered against your skin.

You shivered under him, your eyes rolls at the back of your head, your pussy is aching with lust, so needy for his cock. You quickly nodded your head, "p-promise." 

Eren kissed your neck, sucking them briefly, leaving a visible mark on your soft skin, "good girl."

He pulled his cock from you, leaving just the tip, before then he impaled, filling you up with his length, he slide so easily onto your meat, your legs shivered as he endlessly pushed deeper inside you, and you could feel his tip kissed your cervix, Eren then started to moves at a quick pace, "you like that so much hm? taking my cock like a little slut," he said velvety, turning you on even more. He buried your moan into a deep kiss, his big arm scoot your hips close to him as he ramming his cock with no mercy onto your walls, his other hand still pinning your wrists, as if you're gonna escape from him. You started to rolling your hips on him, making him move more faster, you're both skin to skin, grinding onto each other desperately, "Eren....s'big...so deep..." you moaned. He continues to pound into you.

"Fuck, that's right baby say my name."

"Eren!"

After a minute he completely stopped, you opened your eyes and your face shows confusion, before you could ask any questions, he suddenly slams all of his length into you, causing you to yelp both in pain and pleasure, the lewd sound of skin slapping made you curl your toes, he pounding into you like there's no tomorrow, you threw your head back, your tongue lolling out from your lips, he slamming all his length in and out of you repeatedly until you're a shaking panting mess, an amused look plastered on his cocky face, and his hips didn't stop dipping on you, not letting you think straight or put up any fight, "come on, fucking take it like the cumslut you are."

You choked on your breath as the knot in your stomach getting tighter, "E-ren... hugs...hugs....?" you purred to him, he finally let go of your wrists and let your head fell against his shoulder, he increases his phase that you didn't know was possible, you warped your arms around him as he did to you, and you dragged your nails through his sweaty back, Eren started to whisper sweet nothings as he felt himself twitching, he slurred curses underneath his groaned, his veins popped as he gripped you tightly, his muscles flexes at each moves.

You didn't dare to question him when he said that he'll fill you up inside, because no matter what your answer is, he'll do it anyway. The sight of his hard rock abs and v lines sent you over the edge, “Eren i’m gonna cum—“

“cum with me, Darling.” 

You tasted the bitter tint in your tongue as you started seeing stars, you vision went black as Eren rides you to your orgasm while fluid started dripping down your thighs, your body is shaking uncontrollably, Eren let out a loud groan as he riding himself to his own high using your abused cunt, he shot his warm thick load onto your womb, making sure you take all of it, you buried your face on his neck, he slowly pulls out his cock and watches the white liquid oozing from your hole. Eren lifted up your chin, he cupped your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, mixing your pants together, “mine.” he moaned to your soft plump lips.

“yours."

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[missvelvetsstuff]

Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Mob AU

Chapter 12

Warnings: swearing, angst

After Friday went to bed Bucky, Peter and MJ sat on the porch staring at each other.

Bucky was the first to speak up "You know her better than I do, do you two have any ideas on how to help her?"

Peter shrugged "I've never seen her deal with anything like this. After she caught Sharon with her fiance she just threw herself into work here. Nat helped her, they are uh, like, extremely close. I'll give her a call" he grabbed his phone and hit Nats number, walking away for some privacy.

Bucky and MJ just looked at each other until she spoke up. "I've only known her a couple of years, Peter worked with her long before we met. He was one of her at risk kids after his parents died."

Bucky nodded and offered his phone to her "Can I have your, or Peters number? Take mine and call me if there's anything I can do to help."

He headed to the barn to get Becca "Come on Becs, its time to get home. We'll be back tomorrow."

Becca frowned "I'm sorry Hilde, I have to go home. I'll see you tomorrow" and kissed Hilde on her muzzle. Hilde nickered back at her and Becca smiled "Did you hear that daddy? She loves me already."

"How could she not?" Bucky smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

Becca looked up at her father "Is Miss Friday ok? What happened to her? I'm sorry I ran away but I was scared and knew Hilde would help me feel better. I'm worried."

Bucky tried to keep his smile but faltered. "I hope she will be ok. You know that Brock hurt her really bad right?"

Becca nodded silently

Bucky continued "Well, sometimes when a person gets hurt really bad or goes through something terrible like that-"

"Like when you were in the war and lost your arm?" Becca interrupted

Bucky nodded "Yes, exactly like that. I had a very hard time when I came home too. Well, when someone goes through that their mind holds onto it even when they know they are safe. They can have something called a flashback where they might be perfectly safe but something reminds them of the bad thing they went through and they feel like they are right back in the middle of it. They can see and feel it all over again, it's very scary and confusing. Peter said he read that it can cause seizures and we think that's what happened tonite."

Becca thought for a minute "What can we do to help her? We helped her come out of the house so what can we do now?"

Bucky smiled at her "You are such a wonderful person, Bex. I'm so proud of you. I'm not sure what we can do but we will keep going every day so you can work with Hilde and maybe find a way to help.

Friday was woken up in the morning by a tornado coming through her house in the form of a tiny redhead who opened up her blinds.

"Nat, dude, what the fuck? What are you trying to do, melt me?" Friday protested

Nat laughed "No my sweet the sun won't melt you but it's time to wake up."

Friday groaned "Absolutely not, my alarm hasn't gone off yet." She looked around "What are you doing here? Don't you have students or something?"

Nat sat on the bed next to her and started petting Alpine "Pretty cat. I had to reschedule my day after Peter called me last nite. What's going on?"

Friday sighed "I need to have a talk with that boy. Ugh, nothing happened. Barnes bought me some horses, I met a lovely trainer who helped him pick them out. He got a horse for Becca too and she's planning her show career. Cat came with the horses. We had pizza for dinner and I went to bed."

Nat looked at her disapprovingly. "I'm sure you forgot something in there. Something important"

Friday rolled her eyes "Oh for fucks sake, Nat. I had some kind of seizure or something. Peter thinks I have PTSD, which is impossible."

"Why is that impossible? You went through a very traumatic experience. I would be very surprised if you didn't have PTSD"

"Jesus Nat not you too. I was raped but I'm fine. Women get raped every day. You people are making more out of this than needs to be."

"Y/N honey." Nat said sadly "Ok, Why don't you take a shower and we'll go out for breakfast."

Friday paled, started shaking and shook her head "No, thanks. I don't feel like going out. I have things to do here"

Nat sighed in frustration "You insist you're fine but you're shaking like a leaf at even the idea of going out. You haven't left your property since it happened. You only started going outside of the house a couple of weeks ago. Your trash is full of empty liquor bottles. Every mirror in the house is covered up. You aren't fine and never will be until you face what happened, preferably with a mental health professional. You know I love you but you will have to deal with this eventually."

"No, Nat. I'm fine, you all have to stop making more of this than there is." Friday insisted

Nat roared "STOP IT! You need to get yourself some help before this eats you up alive."

Friday flinched then steeled her gaze speaking softly and coldly "Get. Out. I don't need your pity or your anger. I'm fucking fine and you need to leave."

Nat scoffed "I will do no such thing. I saw your schedule is clear and called Lynne to set up a session for you this morning. You will start seeing her at least 3 times a week until you get your head straight".

Friday bristled "Fuck you Nat. You aren't my mother and don't get to come in here and boss me around. So leave."

Nat tried to take Friday's hand but she pulled away and slapped Nats hands away. "No dammit, I told you no. Go away, I don't need your help or anyone else's."

Nat grabbed her arm and Friday slapped her across the face "No!"

She looked at Nat in horror when she realized she hit her best friend and sobbed "Leave me alone. You don't understand. I can't talk about it"

Nat pulled Friday to her and hugged her tight "You know that I do understand and you know that I only want to help you but you need to help yourself."

She pulled the sheet that was covering the mirror over the dresser down "Look at yourself. You've lost weight and look like death warmed over"

Friday covered her face "No. I can't look at her. She's broken, ruined. Weak. Please don't make me. Please cover it up" She cried.

Nat held her tightly "No. You have to look. That is my best friend and she is none of those things. She has been through something horrific and needs help and to take care of herself but those things don't define her." Nat looked into Friday's eyes "You are strong and beautiful and caring and do so much for everyone else but you have to do this for you. Please Y/N."

Friday saw the tears running down Nats face. "If I were strong I wouldn't need help."

Nat shushed her "No, even the strongest of us need help from time to time and most of us don't deal with anything like what you did."

Friday pulled away "I can't Nat. Don't you understand. I can't talk about it and go through it all over again. I'm so angry and I don't have any place to put that anger. I'm furious at myself for letting it happen. At Sharon for everything. At Brock." Then she whispered "at Bucky"

Nat looked at her in shock "Why are you mad at Bucky? He saved you"

Friday shook her head "Part of me wishes he didn't. But that's not it." She looked at her hands and whispered "I'm mad that he killed Brock."

Nats brow furrowed in confusion "I don't understand"

Friday sighed and wiped the tears from her face "Brock did all those horrible things and planned more but Bucky killed him. Brock got the easy way out while I'm left here to deal with the aftermath. Brock didn't suffer, not even for a minute. After everything he did to me he didn't feel any pain, didn't suffer for one second and its not fair. Why did he get off so easy?"

She looked up at Nat with red, tear filled eyes. "I wanted to see him suffer like he made me but then I hate myself for thinking like that because that's not the kind of person I am. Brock changed me into someone I don't like. Someone who is weak and broken and hate filled."

Nat nodded "I do understand, love. Have you told Barnes? Peter told me he's been spending a lot of time here, have you talked about it at all?"

Friday quickly shook her head "No. He saw everything that happened, what Brock and Sharon did. I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Maybe tell him what you just told me. He's in a rough business and has been through some shit too. He might understand" Nat reasoned.

"Right. The sweet lady who gives his daughter riding lessons, helps special needs and at risk kids, has some kind of sick blood lust for a guy who's already dead. I'm sure he'll understand" Friday replied sarcastically.

"You'll never know if you don't talk to him. He might surprise you."

Friday sighed "Fuck, fine. I'll talk to Lynne. Anyone ever tell you that you're a pushy broad?"

Nat smirked "Once or twice. Now get a shower and I'll make you some breakfast. Then you can show me your new horses before Lynne gets here."

Friday took a shower and after she was done pulled the towel off of the bathroom mirror. She looked at herself, really looked for the first time since it happened. There were dark circles under her red rimmed eyes and her face looked pinched and sallow. She used her moisturizer for the first time in months and sneered at her face but used a little concealer and powder to cover up the worst of it. When she was somewhat satisfied with her face she stepped on her scale and noted she had lost 30 pounds. She put her hair out of her face and left the bathroom to get dressed.

In her room she dropped the towel and looked at herself in the full length mirror, she could see her ribs, hips and shoulder blades were more prominent than before. She sighed and pulled on a soft t-shirt and flannel. When she tried to put on her favorite jeans they barely stayed up and she dug out a belt to secure them. Socks and her boots were last. She looked in the mirror again and wasn't impressed, her face was still all wrong but the clothes covered the rest even though they just hung off of her like they never had.

Friday left her room and headed to the kitchen where the smell of bacon and eggs was coming from. It turned her stomach at first but she shook it off and sat down at the table.

Nat looked her over "Better. We will have to fatten you up again or buy a new wardrobe but this is an improvement."

Friday laughed but it was hollow "I can't afford a new wardrobe so will have to try to keep some food down. It hasn't been going well lately but I'll try. For you, sweet Natalia." She smiled wryly.

Nat laughed "Not for me, love, for you. You are worth taking care of and you will get through this. I'm here, you have Wanda, Peter and MJ. We are here and will do whatever we can to help you. I think you might have Barnes as well. He seems to be sweet on you."

Friday snorted "He wants in my pants, I doubt it's more than that."

Nat shook her head "I've been told that he spends most afternoons here, coaxing you out of the house. I've also heard that he hasn't seen another woman besides Becca and his mother since before Brock took you"

Friday raised an eyebrow "Been told by who? How would you know such things, Nat? Who has been whispering in your ear?"

Nat smiled secretively "My sources are my own but they are quite close to Barnes."

"Natalia, what are you up to? Who have you been cozying up with?"

Nat grinned "Fine, I may or may not have been canoodling with Barnes right hand but you can't tell anyone!"

Friday was confused "Wait, Steve? The blonde pile of muscles? How long has this been going on? And why is this the first I'm hearing of it?"

Nat blushed "It's been a couple of months but we are taking it slow. Partially because both of our best friends have been a mess lately. We didn't want to worry either of you with our situation especially if it turned out to be nothing. I don't think it is nothing"

"I'm very happy for you but a little hurt that you didn't tell me and a little mad that you put your life on hold because of me."

"I'm sorry, love. If it's any consolation, I haven't told Wanda either. There was just so much going on and we didn't want to add to it." Nat consoled.

Friday ate about half of what Nat gave her before it was too much. She looked up guiltily "I'm full. If I eat any more I'll be sick"

"It's ok, you did good. Now lets go see those new horses, shall we."

Friday took Nat out to the barn and showed her the new additions. Nat was particularly attracted to Sadie, she liked a horse with a bit of attitude, and Friday promised they would ride soon.

Lynne arrived and Nat went back into the house to clean the kitchen and find something for lunch while she waited.

Friday pulled Destry and Goldie out and let them loose in the arena then stood next to Destry waiting for Lynne. They talked for 2 hours, sometimes Friday would hide behind Destry while she spoke, finding it easier than looking Lynne in the eyes. She told Lynne about her anger and how she had been pushing it all down, partially with alcohol, and avoiding dealing with it. Lynne gave her some ideas for dealing with it and strongly advised her to speak with Bucky about her anger towards him. Friday promised to try the exercises Lynne gave her and said she would try to talk to Bucky.

As luck would have it, Bucky showed up right as she was finishing her session. Friday looked at Lynne in fear of having to talk to him so soon after acknowledging her anger towards him but Lynne hugged her and told her she could do this. Even offering to bring Bucky into the arena so Friday would still have Destry by her side. Friday nodded and steeled herself to face him after everything that had happened since last nite. She held on to Destry as Bucky tentatively entered and smiled softly at her.

Chapter 13

[angel-riki]

Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 4}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

words: 1,409

chapters: [Ch.1] [Ch.2] [Ch.3]

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You stood at your locker while stuffing all of the books needed for this weekend's homework into your backpack. You tapped your chin while scanning your locker. Hmm I think that's everything I'll need. You looked down at your phone to check the time. However, the date caught your eye instead as the realization hit you. Oh my god. Jake's birthday is tomorrow. You had completely forgotten. Jeez I'm a terrible friend, you sighed. There had just been so much going on recently, it had completely slipped your mind. You hadn't even gotten him a present yet. You stood there contemplating what to get him when suddenly, almost as if on cue, Sunoo appeared.

"Hey, Y/N!" He said with a cheerful smile.

"Oh, hi Sunoo!" You smiled back, although you were a bit confused. You and Sunoo had never really talked much before. You just met him for the first time last week, what business could he have with you?

"Sorry to bother you Y/N, but I just had a quick question for you," he began.

"Oh sure, what is it?" You ask. His eyes lit up as he continued.

"Sooo, it's Jake's birthday tomorrow and we were thinking of throwing him a surprise party! And since you're one of his closest friends, I was wondering if you'd like to help plan it with me and the rest of the boys." You were caught off guard by his request, it was almost like he knew that you were just thinking about Jake's birthday. What a funny coincidence. Regardless, you were excited to help out.

"Oh, that's a great idea, I'd love to help!" You replied.

"Yay! This is gonna be so fun, I can't wait!" He was full of excitement as he spoke. You chuckled. Cute. You and Sunoo continued discussing the party for a few minutes and it was decided that you were going bring the cake. You loved to bake so you were more than happy to do so. Shortly after Sunoo went off on his way, Heeseung approached you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said warmly. "Sunoo told me that you're in on the surprise party now, and I was actually going to grab some supplies after school so I was wondering if you'd like to come with me,"

"I'd love to," you said, smiling at him.

"Great," he replied, seeming quite happy that you accepted his offer. He didn't know what it was about you but as soon as you became friends, he wanted to be around you all the time. Something about you was just so addicting to him.

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You and Heeseung stood in the party aisle staring at the huge array of party supplies and decorations.

"Wow, there's quite a lot to pick from," you said. Heeseung nodded in agreement. Eventually, you both decided on some simple streamers and balloons as well as some birthday themed plates and napkins. Everything was black and ivory colored since those were Jake's favorite colors.

"This'll do," Heeseung said, satisfied.

"Yeah, let's go pay," you said while interlocking your arm with his. He had a difficult time keeping a smile from creeping onto his face as you did so.

You decided to go to the self-checkout since you were only buying a few things. You scanned all the items before putting them into a paper bag. The total appeared on the screen as you reached for your wallet.

"Oh don't worry about it, I got it," Heeseung said while pulling out his card.

"Don't be silly, I owe you for driving me around all the time. Let me pay, please?" You asked, although it was more of a command.

"Nope, I'm not letting you." He said with a teasing grin.

"Well, you're too late." You said as you beat him to the card slot. You faced him and stuck out your tongue. He rolled his eyes as you both laughed.

"I'll pay you back later." Heeseung said, not wanting to give up.

"Whatever you say," you retorted.

After you left the store, you headed back to the parking lot. Heeseung unlocked the car and put the bag in the backseat (he insisted on carrying it). He then shut the door before turning to you.

"Have you gotten a gift for Jake yet?" He asked.

"Uh, no not yet..." you answered. You were a bit embarrassed to admit that you still didn't have a present for him when his birthday was tomorrow.

"Perfect, I haven't either actually. Do you wanna go look around some shops and see what we can find?" He suggested.

"Oh, yeah. That sounds good," you said, relieved that you were both in the same boat.

You decided to check out the nearest clothing shop. After entering the store, you began looking around for something that Jake might like. Heeseung began his own search as well. You were looking through a rack of coats when you saw a huge faux fur coat. You giggled at the thought of Jake wearing it. You slipped it on and called out to Heeseung.

"Oh this is totally up Jake's alley, dontcha think?" You asked while striking a pose in the ridiculous coat. Heeseung snorted at you and nodded.

"Totally." He agreed sarcastically.

You continued to look through the rack a bit more before you found another hideous jacket. This one was neon green and covered in random zippers and buckles. It was incredibly tacky. So of course, you put it on.

"Gosh I look terrible in this. Then again, I don't think anyone would actually look good in it." You chuckled. Heeseung laughed along and shook his head.

"I think you'd look nice in anything," he uttered under his breath. Thankfully, you didn't hear him because if you did, your heart probably would of burst.

After looking around a bit longer, you eventually settled on a brown corduroy jacket and a bottle of cologne that you thought fit Jake's taste. Heeseung had picked out a nice pair of sneakers and a small ring. You both checked out before making your way back to the car. It had gotten rather chilly outside as you shivered and rubbed your hands together in attempt to keep them warm. Heeseung noticed you shivering and set both of the shopping bags down (he insisted on carrying them again) before turning to you and wrapping his hands around yours. You were caught off guard by his gesture. Your heartbeat picked up rapidly. He kept his hands around yours for a moment before looking back up at you.

"Better?" he asked with a kind smile.

"Y-yeah, thanks," you were definitely much warmer now, considering how hot in the face you had become. Luckily, it just seemed like your face was flushed from the cold. At least that's what you hoped Heeseung assumed. You made it back to the car and quickly climbed into the passenger seat as Heeseung put the rest of the bags in the back. He then returned to the driver's seat and immediately turned on the heat.

The ride home was pleasent as you both chatted and sang along to the radio. You were surprised to find out that Heeseung has a lovely singing voice. Could he get any more perfect?? You were a little bit sad when you arrived at your house, not wanting your time with him to end. You thanked him for taking you shopping as you climbed out of the car.

"No problem, thanks for coming with me. I had fun." He said happily.

"I had fun too," you said. You smiled and waved goodbye as he drove away. After heading inside, you went to grab your phone out of your jacket. As you stuck your hand in your pocket, you felt something else in there along with your phone. It felt like paper of some kind. You pulled it out to see what it was. It was a $20 bill. You stared at it in confusion before you realized where it came from. Oh my god, how and when did he even put this here?? You rolled your eyes and giggled. Heeseung did promise to pay you back after all.

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I didn't intend for the shopping trip to take up the entirety of it, but here we are hahaha. Regardless, thank you for reading and supporting the series, it really helps me stay motivated! :)

~Elle <3

[anonquack]

| 3am Calls |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: None! Just some fluff.

Summary: Unable to fall asleep, you reach out to a friend in order to help ease you into peaceful slumber.

The seconds are passing quickly, 1am turns to 2am, and it doesn't take long for 3am to hit. Stirring around in bed doesn't make the restlessness stop, the little sheeps jumping around your head fall and get back up, attempting once again to lure you to sleep, but it doesn't work. You find yourself staring up at your ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. There is a stinging in your eyes that lets you know you are indeed tired, yet when your eyes finally close, they can't seem to stay that way. These restless nights had been going on for a while, yet you didn't want to be a bother and reach out to any of your friends. Who knew if they were either sleeping or had better things to do. You wouldn't be finding out any time soon. But.. perhaps tonight it wouldn't hurt to reach out. You felt lonely just staring up at your ceiling, and your own thoughts were eating up at you, making the restlessness feel even worse.

You reach out for your phone, turning it on and immediately being blinded by the bright light. Once your eyes became accustomed to the light, you opened messages and took a glance at all the people you had sent some to. A certain someone definitely caught your eye, but you really weren't sure if he'd be up, considering some days he'd wake up super early. He was a busy man, and fitting into his schedule could be a bit difficult. After some thought and the skin of your bottom lip slowly being bitten off, there was a single message sent.

y/n

hi

It was too late to consider his possible sleeping state or the embarrassment that might overtake you in the morning when you get a text with something along the lines of "i was asleep. sorry". You run a hand down your face, deciding to accept your fate and that your luck ran out. Perhaps you'd go back to counting sheep.

alex ((:

hi

The notification casted a bright light on your face, but this time it was welcome. Your finger quickly clicked on it, taking you to the message app.

y/n

did i wake you up by any chance?

alex ((:

i was editing a video, dw

why are you up?

"i don't know." you said out loud as you read the message. "i really don't know.." a small frown appeared on your lips as you texted back:

y/n

can't sleep

alex ((: ahh, is that where i come in?

y/n perhaps.. if you don't mind ofc

alex ((: call me

The message caught you by surprise. Of course you had talked to him on the phone before, but never this late. Never without it being planned beforehand. Never this sudden. Not because you couldn't sleep. Millions of thoughts rushed through your head as you stared at the message. call me. How could one possibly say no to that?

You cleared your throat before pressing on his contact and clicking on the call button. Soon enough, the sound of ringing could be heard, and you held your breath. Of course, he would answer, but you couldn't help the nervous feeling of talking to him this late, and just.. randomly.

"hello?"

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden halt of the ringing, and the smooth sound of his voice. It didn't sound like it usually did. His voice wasn't full of energy, like it is when he's screaming at his screen or joking around with friends. It was calm, and sounded like he was a bit tired. Who could blame him? He was up editing at 3 in the morning. And here you were, making him talk on the phone rather than encouraging he get some sleep.

"Hi.." you said as a small smile formed on your lips at the thought of how hardworking this man was. "How's the editing going?"

"Mm.. it's going pretty well. I'll probably upload it by tomorrow. I'm planning on just working on it for a bit more before heading to bed." He stated, to which you let out a small hum, "That's good. It's important that you get your rest."

Now it was his turn to let out a small hum of approval. "What's keeping you up?" He asked. You closed your eyes, letting his voice ring and echo inside your head, letting the calmness his voice carried take over you, making you feel calm as well. "To be honest, I don't know. Whenever I close my eyes I just can't seem to doze off."

"Well, do you wanna keep me company while I finish editing? We can talk about random stuff until I bore you enough for you to knock out."

His words made you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head before realizing he couldn't see you. "You could never bore me." You admitted, thinking about his previous words for a few seconds. "That sounds good, actually. If you don't mind.."

"I offered it, didn't I?"

You hum in response. "True.. its settled then."

He let out a small chuckle in response, and the sound alone made you smile. You took a moment to really think about what was happening. You'd keep each other company until either he finished or his soft voice lulled you to sleep, and you'd talk about random stuff. It was a sweet deal.

As you lay in bed, you could hear the clicking sounds his keyboard made when he typed or when he'd move his mouse around while editing the clips. During small moments of peaceful silence, you could hear his steady breathing or light humming.

You'd asked how his day was and listened as he talked about how busy he'd been lately, some of the stuff he had planned for the upcoming month, and how his hard work would let him relax for a few days.. soon. Just hearing how hard he was working and how genuinely excited he sounded about everything he talked about made a warm feeling appear on your chest.

You gave small comments here and there, asking if he could expand on certain projects that caught your attention, as well as asking how he was keeping up with school work. He gladly answered all your questions, but always made sure to ask, "What about you?"

You hadn't noticed that it was mostly him talking, besides your occasional comment. You were just happy to listen to him speak so passionately about everything he did, and to be completely honest, the calm tone in his voice was also making you feel sleepy.

But you'd never deny that it made you feel so.. included. Yes, this was a 1 on 1 call but he always managed to make you feel like your inputs mattered just as much as everyone else's. It was one of his qualities that you adored wholeheartedly.

It could be during a stream, a group call, or even group chat. He always made sure that everybody felt included. He was just that sweet.

So even if you were now half asleep, you always made sure to respond and also tell him how your day went and what you had been up to. It was nice just being able to talk about simple things like that with him so late.

"I think I'm gonna stop editing for tonight. Just have a few things left but fuck, my eyes are killing me." He finally stated after a questionable discussion.

"As you should. You work too hard.. give your eyes a well deserved rest." You said, slightly rubbing at your eyes. The faint sound of shuffling and a few clicks could be heard, presumably him turning off his PC and heading to his bed.

A few more shuffling sounds could be heard before he spoke again. "I know. Thank you, Y/N. You always remind me how important it is that I take care of myself." The smile was evident in his voice, and he sounded way closer than before.

"Of course.. that's what I'm here for."

"I'll remind you too. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Alex." Small pause. "Are you gonna head to bed now?" You looked at how long the call had been going for and realized it had been well over an hour, making your eyes widen slightly.

"I could. Orrrr I could keep talking to you."

"You could.. but you should also head to bed and-"

"I'm already in bed. Got my blankets covering me and everything. Tucked in."

"Did you tuck yourself in? I should do it for you next time." You joked, before realizing you might have overstepped some boundaries. You froze as the call remained silent for a bit.

"Maybe you should– But you're not really down."

Your body relaxed as you realized his response had the same joking tone as yours did, and that it was okay to joke around about this stuff. You let out a small scoff.

"I'm not down? I will gladly go tuck you in. Just send your location and I'll be there in 5 minutes."

His voice had gotten raspy, quieter, and even more soothing if even possible. Each of his responses seemed to calm you more and more with each passing second.

"Well I'm already tucked in so you missed out on that opportunity." He boldly stated.

"We could tuck each other in next time." You said with a smile on your lips, and that earned a small chuckle from him. "Maybe." He hummed in response.

You felt so elated at that moment. You'd had a wonderful conversation with Alex, and he'd managed to make you feel more relaxed. At that moment, you found your eyelids fluttering shut, and at last they didn't force themselves open again.

Alex had been trying to get comfy himself while you were falling asleep. When he realized the silence had gone on for too long, he listened closely for any sound coming from you, and was only met with steady breaths.

"Y/N..?" He asked, quietly this time. Nothing. He let out a small hum, a small smile on his lips at the realization that you had fallen asleep. "Goodnight, Y/N."

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Hera Zues

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Thor Freya

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Bitol and Goddess Wife

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