#AND HIS DAD JUST FUCKING STRAIGHT UP ADMITTED THAT HE USED TO LISTEN TO THEM WHEN HE WAS YOUNGER? WHAT THE FUCKJ?

[his-good-old-fashioned-loverboy]

MY BOYFRIENDS FUCKING FATHER LIKES MYCHEM??????????????????????????????

[mywritersmind]

LITTLE BLACK DRESS - LN4

halloween special

summary : loosely based on little black dress by 1D😊 happy halloween my horny bffs

listen up : kissing, yelling… him being horny. lando x fewtrell!reader

word count : 1655

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She's always been beautiful. She’s the sort of pretty that when she walks into the room, everyone’s head turns toward her.

Today though… shit. She looks straight up sexy.

Max punches me in the arm, realizing I'm not paying attention to whatever he’s saying. But I can’t stop looking at her, long legs and a tiny black dress is all I can see.

As she gets closer, her hair bouncing with every step, I realize that it’s the type of hunger that will only be satisfied by my lips on hers.

There is one slight issue, though. “Sis!” Max grins, messing up her hair as she pushes him away, “Nice costume. You get it half off?”

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you

“You're so turning into our dad!” I roll my eyes at Max as he laughs and whips his arm around me, pulling me into a forgiving half hug. He's the mad hatter, cute since I saw Pierta in her Alice costume a few minutes ago.

I scrunch my face up before looking up at Lando. God… Lando. His eyes are practically setting me on fire, looking up and down my body. He's a skeleton.

Looking ridiculous hot in all black, his costume is made by the makeup on his face. An illusion of bones with black and white.

“Hi, Lando. Happy Halloween” I say sweetly as he brings his cup to his painted lips.

“Lookin good, Y/n.” He gives me a slight smirk and I can feel Max’s annoyance before he starts complaining.

“Lando. No!” Max says as if he’s some sort of dog.

“I didn’t do anything!” He puts his hands up in defense before looking at me, “Want a drink?” I flash him a smile, fangs and all. He raises a brow at my favorite bit of my costume.

A vampire is not basic, It’s classic!

“She wants nothing from your grubby hands!” Max says immediately, his mad hatter hat tilting on his curls.

“Grubby!?” Lando scoffs as I laugh, but I see my friend in the crowd and squeal, leaving them both.

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lando

How weird would it be if I said I want her to bite me? Fuck, it sounds weird doesn’t it? I don’t care. She’s been dancing with P for the past thirty minutes, downing at least two drinks and moving her ass in a way that should be illegal.

There’s fake blood on her chest and mouth. A mouth I'm desperate to kiss.

I’ve known her forever, and I would never admit it to Max… but I've always had a bit of a thing for her. How do you tell your protective best friend that you’re hot for his younger sister?

The answer is that you don’t.

But this feels different. We’re older, we’re both hotter, and I swear I saw her checking me out.

Max has disappeared and there’s a girl by my side in an instant. I take one look at her, get disappointed that she’s not Y/n, and leave.

I spot her at the bar.

I tug on her hair and she lets out a little scream before she turns and sees me. Her mouth contorts into a mischievous smirk, her nose scrunching. “Two vodka shots.” I nod at the bartender, standing close to her. “I like your costume.”

She looks bored, “Think I look hot?” When she turns to get my reaction I just tilt my head a bit, biting back a smile. She knows I do.

“Well I think yours is a bit underwhelming.” She sighs as I scoff.

“Hey- P spent an hour on this!” she giggles, “What would you rather me be?”

She thinks for a moment as the bartender slides us the shots, “Hmm… a driver?” Her body shifts towards me, holding up the vodka and smiling innocently.

“Very funny.” I take my own shot, tapping the table and downing it without breaking eye contact.

“You here alone?”

She leans against the bar, “Nope… my friends are here somewhere.” She breaks eye contact, surveying the packed crowd.

I lean in closer, “I mean did you come here with a guy?”

She narrows her eyes at me, “No.”

I can’t help but smile, teasing her is my favorite activity. “You open to leaving with one?”

She blinks, biting her bottom lip, “Lando…” I know i’m playing with fire but I don’t care.

“What?” I say innocently, “For safety reasons.”

She lets out a little laugh, “I’m not fucking you in the name of safety.” I frown.

“You’re losing your little flirty spark, Fewtrell.” I lean closer, my arm resting on the bar, “You grow up, finally?”

“I grew up.” She nods, “But I'll never lose my spark.” She looks offended, my eyes flick down to her body… her chest… her lips.

“Prove it.” Her hand goes to her hip.

“You gonna flirt with me all night or actually make a move?” Spark is still there. 1000% still there because the way she’s leaning into me makes me hard.

I glance at the people drinking and dancing, seeing Max instantly in his hideous hat. He's not looking at us, but I know he’s gotten a vibe tonight when I was staring at Y/n’s ass.

“You really want me to make a move in front of your brother?” I ask her and I can tell she’s torn.

Y/n has always been close to Max, but she was always known to be troublesome. I liked her more for it. She would sneak guys in when their parents were away and Max would always call me, purposefully being loud about how much he could bench to scare the guy away.

“Let’s dance.” My hand slips to her waist, tugging her closer. She gives me another suspicious look, “Come on… I wanna see the way you move for me.”

She rolls her eyes, “Take you and your one liners somewhere else.” She starts walking away, but I follow.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” I take her hand finally, tugging her into the crowd and pulling her close to me.

“Don’t act like you don’t get off on it.” I bite the inside of my cheek as her hand moves to my neck and into my hair.

“You’re so fucking hot.” I should probably think twice about telling this to my best friend's sister, but why lie?

She throws her head back, laughing. She shakes her head and keeps dancing. The neon lights swirl around us as people push and scream over the music. I can practically feel the djs mix in my body.

Y/n’s hand goes to the back of my head again, standing on her toes to yell in my ear. “I don’t want to smudge your makeup.” I think I'm about to faint.

I shake my head, making her look at me in the eye to make sure she’s serious. She’s staring up at me, a brow quirked as if she’s daring me.

My lips are on hers embarrassingly fast.

Gripping her waist, I slip my tongue in her mouth. The fake fangs scrape against me but I'm too focused on her so close to me to care.

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you

I've spent an unhealthy amount of time wondering what it would be like to kiss Lando. Now I know that my younger self was completely wrong.

He’s possessive and rough, holding me close and sliding his hand up my body, to my neck. He tastes like makeup and alcohol, my hands holding his neck and tugging at his shirt.

It’s too loud for him to hear me say his name. He bites my lip and I let out an involuntary whine. He's smirking against me when I tug his shirt, pulling back.

I smile at him, catching my breath for a second just to make sure this is real. “I love this song.” It's ‘little black dress’ by one direction. The song that I played every day of my teenage years whenever Max and Lando were bugging me.

I laugh, leaning back as he rests his head on my shoulder, pressing a kiss to my skin. I turn his head to face me again, kissing him softly. “Maybe I'd be okay with going home to a guy.” I say in his ear.

“You better be talking about me.” His face is serious but I can’t help but laugh, slapping his arm before kissing him again.

“Of course it’s you, muppet.” I’m kissing him again. I get lost in a haze of smoke and music, melting into him as he breathes against me.

He’s kissing my neck now, moving his hand down past my back. Then he’s gone.

He’s off me in a second, “What. The. Fuck!?” It’s Max. “No! No! No!” He looks like he’s about to kill Lando.

“Hey…” I think Max it’s going to be okay until a smirk breaks out on Lando’s stupid face. “What if I told you I'm really drunk?”

Max’s fists clench, “Lando-” He turns to me, looking pissed off, “I can’t even with you!”

I push my hair back, shrugging and wiping my mouth. I look at Lando who’s about to laugh, his mouth is smudged with blood, black paint, lipstick.

“My sister!?” He yells, getting the attention of few around us.

“I- Okay look! I didn’t. I mean! Yeah… She’s hot!” he goes through options, clearing giving up as he looks at me. Max loses it then, “Yup!” Lando turns and fucking bolts.

Max is screaming and i’m laughing, it’s almost too comedic. The crowd basically parts as Lando hurries past, my brother chasing after his best friend.

When they’re about to be out of view, Lando turns, “Yo, Vamp!” He calls out, running backwards with a scared and mischievous expression on his face. He brings a hand to his head, mimicking a phone before breaking out into a grin, “Call me!”

[loveesiren]

Doing It All For Us (Pt. 5)

Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Midsummerrrssss and sex :P

Warnings: Smut, language, alcohol,

Word Count: 4.5k+

Midsummers had finally arrived and you were ecstatic. Courtney had been telling you all about it for years and it always sounded so amazing. The fact that you'd be walking in with the Cameron's made it even more exciting.

In the short amount of time you'd been on the island, you'd become the official Kook Queen. People feared you and that fueled your fire. Even though your dad was never around, everyone knew who he was and respected him.

You'd made a reputation for yourself. You weren't one to fuck with. You were loyal to your friends. And you and Rafe were a packaged deal. When it came to him, you were a lioness, ready to protect him at all costs. He did the same for you.

"You look amazing!" Courtney gushed as she looked over your dress. It was light blue, to match Rafe's suit. Floor length and silk, it hugged your body just right. Slits coming up both sides, dangerously close to exposing you. Your breasts pressed against the fabric perfectly, showing just the right amount of cleavage.

"Thanks, Court! So do you!"

You and Courtney sported matching hair. Straight and long. Simple, but the two of you made it look breath taking. You decided against your regular gold body jewelry and opted for the silver necklace Rafe had gotten you. A diamond studded R hung from the simple chain and it was absolutely gorgeous. You were proud to wear it. Proud to make it known that you belonged to him.

"So, are you nervous to meet his family?" Courtney asked.

"Yeah, kind of," You admit. "I just hope they like me."

"What's not to like?"

"I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm a violent junkie who's richer than everyone on the island, including them." You say, anxiety coating your voice.

Courtney sighs. "Listen," She starts as she picks up your brush and runs it through your hair. "You're strong and smart as hell. You hold your own and you'd do anything for Rafe. Just be yourself. They are going to love you."

You smile at her in the mirror and nod. "Okay," You agree.

"Y/N?" You hear Rafe call from downstairs.

Your stomach drops. "Fuck, I'm not ready for this."

"Here," Courtney says, pouring you a shot and handing it to you. You throw it back quickly and ask for another. She pours you one and you drink again. "Now go be the bad bitch you are!" She says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You and Courtney make your way downstairs. You stop in your tracks when you see Rafe. Holy shit. His hair was slicked back, blue suit and bow tie, flowers in his hand. You swear you'd never seen a more perfect person in your life.

Courtney ran and jumped into Kelce's arms. You snapped out of your trance and walked over to Rafe. You could see a nervousness on his face.

"Oh my God," He said. "Y-You look like an angel."

You bit your lip, looking down to hide the red glossing over your cheeks.

"You don't look half bad yourself, Cameron." You said with a nervous giggle.

"What are you two like in the fourth grade?" Kelce asked. Him and Courtney laughing at your nervous exchange.

Rafe shot him a look.

"We're gonna head out," Courtney says, pushing Kelce towards the door. "We'll see you guys there!"

"Uhm, these are for you," Rafe said as he handed you the bouquet of pink and black roses. Your favorite.

"They're beautiful," You say with a smile. You walk over to the kitchen and grab a vase. Setting the flowers up in the middle of the island.

"Baby," Rafe says as he walks over to you. "You look so fucking perfect."

Before you could say anything, his lips were pressed to yours, kissing you hungrily. You knew you were going to have to fix your lipstick but you didn't care. You brought your hand up, running your fingers through the back of his hair and you pulled him deeper into the kiss.

"Hands where I can see them," You heard your dad enter the room.

Rafe backed off quickly, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Dad," You hissed. "What are you doing here?" You hadn't even heard him come in.

Your dad just laughs. "Don't worry, son," He says, placing a hand on Rafe's shoulder. "I don't own a shot gun."

Rafe relaxes with a nervous chuckle. "Good to see you again, Mr. Y/L/N."

"Please, call me Elliot." He says with a smile. "I assume you are taking my daughter to Midsummers?"

"Uh, yes sir. We were just about to head over to meet my family."

"Dad," You interrupt. "What are you doing home? I thought you were gone this week."

"I head out again in the morning," He said. "But I have a few business strategies to run by some folks at Midsummers tonight. Including Mr. Cameron." He says as he looks to Rafe again.

"I-I'm sure my dad would appreciate that, Sir." Rafe says with a smile.

"Okay, well, we have to get going," You say as you pull Rafe towards the door. "See you tonight, dad!"

"Drive safe!" He calls after you.

Once you reach Rafe's truck, he pulls the door open for you and helps you in. Once he's in the drivers side, he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry. I had no clue my dad was going to be home."

"It's okay, baby girl," He said, placing his hand on your thigh. "Just, caught me off guard is all."

You smile at him. "You look so handsome."

He looked away as his cheeks turned bright red, making you giggle.

"Let's go," He said, starting the car. "Rose will kill us if we're late."

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"Wow," You said as you pulled into Tanneyhill. "This is beautiful."

"Yeah, uh, Rose works really hard on the garden."

Rafe goes to get out of the truck but you stop him. "Rafe?" You ask, a tinge of fear in your voice.

"Yeah, baby? What's up?"

"Uhm...What do your parents know about me? Do they know about the...uh...the overdose." You ask disappointed in yourself.

"Y/N, baby," He starts, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb across your skin. "Look, I have no idea what they've heard but I know they will love you. And we are both clean now. That's what matters."

You smile at him. You always got lost in his ocean eyes. The way his eyes could change from a calm sea to a hurricane in an instant was one of the many things that turned you on about Rafe Cameron.

"You ready?" He asks.

You shake your nerves away. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Rafe comes around and helps you out of the truck, being careful of your dress.

You cling to his arm as he walks you up to the front door and into the house.

"Dad!" He yells as you enter the home.

You swallow your nerves and put on your confident front.

"You're late," A young girl scolds at she enters the foyer.

"No, we're not, Wheeze."

"Who's this?" She asks, looking you over.

"Wheezie, this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my youngest sister, Wheezie."

"Nice to meet you," You beam.

She offers you a small smile. "You too,"

"Wheezie, go tell your sister it's time to go." A tall blond walks into the room, fiddling with her earring. "Ah! You must be Y/N!" She squeals as she comes over and hugs you. You were taken aback but returned the hug. You watched as Rafe rolled his eyes. "I'm Rose!"

"It's really good to meet you!" You say with a big smile. Happy that his family was taking to you well.

"Ward! Y/N and Rafe are here!" Rose yells. This makes your stomach turn slightly. Rafe has told you all about his father and you know how badly he wants his dad to accept him.

"Coming, honey," Ward says as he steps out of his office. You could feel Rafe tense up at the sight of his father. You brush your thumb over his, reminding him you're there. "Son, good to see you," He says as he approaches you and Rafe. Then he turns to look at you.

"Dad, this is Y/N." Rafe says without hesitation. "She's my girlfriend."

Ward gives you a kind smile. "Y/N Y/L/N," He says. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm looking forward to meeting your father tonight."

"He's looking forward to it as well, Mr. Cameron." You say, confidence filling your voice. You knew your dad had influence over the island. Whether Ward really liked you or not, he was going to respect you. And seeing the way you clung to his sons arm seemed to make him almost proud. The fact that his son was now dating you gave him an instant in to doing business with your dad.

"Y/N! Rafe!" You heard Toppers voice cut through the moment.

You turn to see him and Sarah descending the stairs. "Hey, Y/N," Sarah says. Offering nothing but a glare to her brother.

Topper approaches you and gives you a hug and dapping Rafe up.

"Are we all ready to go then?" Rose asks, impatiently ushering everyone out the door.

"I'll drive Y/N, Topper, and Sarah." Rafe offers.

"Okay perfect. We will meet you all there." Ward says.

Rafe helps you into his truck and Topper and Sarah climb in the back. Sarah seems less than happy to be here but you couldn't care less.

"Y/N," Topper says, leaning forward and offering you his flask.

"Oh thank God," You say as you take the flask and begin to chug.

"Hey, Top?" Rafe says as he backs out of the driveway. "Don't get my girlfriend wasted." He scolds.

"Just gonna get a little buzzed," You promised your boyfriend before handing the flask back.

Rafe smiles at you as he drives. His arm rested on the center console and you ran your fingers over his open palm.

"They like you," He said, grinning from ear to ear.

"They like her dad's money," Sarah scoffs.

"Sarah," Topper hisses.

"What was that?" You turn and look at her.

"Oh you really think you're anything special? Rafe's just dating you so my dad will let him back into the house." Sarah spits.

You feel Rafe's hand on your chest, pressing you back against the seat as he slams on the breaks.

"What the fuck, Rafe!" You hear Sarah yell.

Rafe turns around and points his index finger in her face. "Don't you EVER say some fucking dumb shit like that again, Sarah!" He says, chest heaving. "You don't know shit about me or my relationship and if you wanna keep running your mouth I'll kick you out right here and you can walk your sorry ass to the club."

You smile, loving the way Rafe stands up for you.

He turns back around and places a kiss on your cheek before settling back into his seat and driving off.

You can hear Sarah and Topper bickering in the back seat as Rafe clutches your hand tightly. You run your fingers over his skin in attempts to calm him down.

As much as you didn't want to believe it, Sarah's words lingered in your head.

When you pulled up to the club, it was already packed with people. Sarah and Topper got out to meet up with Rose and Ward. You began walking with them but Rafe grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

"Y/N, listen," He said, his eyes following Sarah as she walked off. "I don't know why Sarah is being such a bitch but I need you to know what she said isn't true."

"I know, Rafey," You said as you reached up and fixed his hair.

"Baby, whether my dad says I can come home or not I really don't care. As long as I have you I'm happy. There is nothing I want more than you."

You smile up at him. You believe every word he says. Sarah hasn't liked you from the beginning and you know her and Rafe had never been close. She was just trying to get under your skin.

Rafe cups your cheek and pulls you into a kiss. You smile against his lips as you savor the moment.

"Rafe!" Wards voice cuts through the air.

You pull away from each other quickly. Your cheeks turning red as you'd been caught for the second time today.

"Coming, dad!" Rafe shouts back. He holds out his arm to you and you link yours through it and smile up at him. "Shall we?" He asks.

People began clapping as the Cameron's entered the party. Rose and Ward walking in first. Rose's golden head piece making an instant talking point.

Topper, Sarah, and Wheezie just behind them.

You and Rafe walked in last and all eyes instantly fell to you. Rafe stood tall and proud knowing he had the islands prettiest girl hanging on his arm. You took confident strides, smiling and waving at people as you walked by.

"What an entrance," Courtney said as you approached her and Kelce. You flipped her off. She chuckled and handed you a glass of wine. "So, how was meeting the family?" She asked as she pulled you slightly away from the boys.

"It went really well for the most part," You said. "But Sarah..." You said as your eyes trailed to where her and Topper were arguing.

"Yeah, she's always been a bitch."

"She said Rafe was only dating me for his fathers approval." You confessed.

Courtney snorted. "That's a load of fucking shit. Rafe's been drooling over you since the second he saw you."

You smiled at her words. You knew deep down Rafe really loved you.

"I think...I think I'm going to do it. Tonight."

Courtney's eyes widened. "Really?! Oh my God I'm so proud of you!" She said as she brought you into a hug. "Are you positive you're ready?"

You nod your head excitedly. "I love Rafe so much. I want it to be him."

Courtney gives you a genuine smile. "I'm really, really happy for you, Sunflower. Rafe's a good guy. I like him."

You beam up at her. "Me too."

You feel Rafe's arm snake around your waist as he pulls you close and kisses the top of your head. "What are you ladies talking about?"

"Oh, just girl talk!" Courtney shrugs.

"Greeeeat," Kelce intervenes. "They're probably talking shit."

"Exactly." You confirm with a shit eating grin before sipping your wine.

"Man, fuck this shit!" Topper said as he approached your little group. He stole Kelce's drink and downed it quickly.

"Alright, alright, guess we're getting shitfaced." Rafe laughs.

"Your sister's a bitch man," Topper snarls.

"Tell me about it," Rafe says, taking a sip of his beer.

"She's cheating on me. I know it."

"Fuck Top, I'm sorry." You said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You deserve better."

Topper laughs. "I, uhhh, I'm pretty sure it's John B."

"What?" Courtney asks. "She's sneaking off with a fucking Pogue?"

"Why can't they just stay on their goddamn side of the island?" You add as you glare over to where Kiara and Pope were standing.

"Come on," Courtney says dragging you to the dance floor. "Let's have fun!"

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You were smiling up at Rafe as you swayed to the music. Feeling lost in the moment when people started clapping again.

You look over to see your dad entering the party. You sigh and lean your head into Rafe's chest.

He smiles and runs his fingers through your hair. "We should probably go say hi." He says.

You nod in agreement. "Fine,"

You make your way over to where your dad and Ward were talking.

"Ah, there they are!" Ward says as you approach. "He places his hand on Rafe's shoulder. Beaming with pride. "Elliot, this is my son, Rafe."

"We've met!" Elliot smiles. "Spends more time at my house than I do," He laughs.

Rafe smiles uncomfortably.

"You two seem to have gotten really close," Ward smiles at you.

"Yes sir," You respond. "Rafe's been really great to me since I moved here. Your son is really special, Mr. Cameron." You smile up at Rafe, lacing your fingers with his.

He glows at your words. "I love you," He mouths.

"I love you, too."

"You help your father out with the business, Rafe?" Your dad asks.

"I, uhm, I-"

"He does!" Ward interjects. "He's been on a bit of a break, you know, to be there for Y/N. But now that she's doing better I think he's ready to get back to work."

Your father looked at you, slight disappointment in his face at the fact that the island knows about your overdose. You bite your lip as your eyes fall to the floor.

"Well thank you for being there for her," Elliot says. "It's nice to know she's in good hands when I'm away."

"Of course, sir." Rafe says. "I'll always be there for her."

"You kids go have fun," Elliot says. "Ward and I have a lot to discuss." He smiles.

"See you later dad, Mr. Cameron." You nod in their direction before pulling Rafe away quickly.

"My dad wants me back at work," Rafe said with a smile.

"That's great, babe! He seems proud of you."

Rafe gushes, smile wide on his face and it makes your heart swell to see him so happy.

Courtney and Kelce come stomping over to you. "JJ's here," Courtney announces. You glare in JJ's direction as you see him pass something to Sarah.

"You know? I could go for a drink. What about you Kelce?" Rafe asks.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit thirsty myself." Kelce responds.

You and Courtney watch as the boys head off in JJ's direction.

"When will they learn?" Courtney sighs.

"RIP to JJ," You laugh as you watch the boys take off after JJ and chase him through the club.

"So," Courtney says as she turns to look at you. "Did you tell Rafe you wanna do the dirty tonight?" She teases.

"No. I want it to like happen naturally."

"Are you nervous?"

"Kind of. I mean yes and no. I just want to make him feel good."

"Remember what I taught you," Courtney winks.

Topper approaches you, drink in hand, wearing a look of irritation.

"What happened, Top?" Courtney asks.

"Saw Sarah talking to someone. When I asked her about it she denied it but it's so fucking obvious."

"You can do better, Top. If she wants to be a Pogue then she can go live on the Cut." You say.

"I'm sorry for what she said in the truck," Topper says.

"It's not your fault she likes to run her mouth, Top."

"Yeah, but she's wrong for that. I was there the night Rafe saw you for the first time. If that wasn't love at first sight then I don't know what is. He hasn't shut up about you since."

You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

The three of you turn to look at the commotion that suddenly started. JJ was being dragged from the club by security.

"Hey baby," You heard Rafe say from behind you as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

"What'd you guys do?" Courtney laughed.

"Just told him where he belongs," Kelce said as he stood beside her.

"Safe travels back to the Cut!" Courtney yelled as the four Pogues walked away from the club.

You turned around in Rafe's arms and wrapped your arms up around his neck. "What do you say we go back to your place?" You suggest, giving him lustful eyes as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

Rafe smiles down at you knowingly. "We're gonna head out guys," He announces, not taking his eyes off yours. "We'll see you tomorrow," He begins to usher you out of the party before you could even say bye to your friends.

"Subtle," Kelce chuckles.

Courtney smiles as she watches you walk away, skipping happily alongside Rafe as the two of you hurry out to his truck.

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The ride back to Tanneyhill was full of sexual tension. You were both quiet for the short drive back but you could feel yourself getting more aroused with each passing second.

Rafe helped you out of the truck and led you inside. The rest of the Cameron's were still at the party so you had the house to yourselves.

The second the door closed behind you his lips were on yours. Kissing and nipping at your lips down to your neck. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around him. He gripped your ass tightly as you went at each other hungrily.

"Take me to your room," You breathe. Rafe did as you asked, careful not to trip up the stairs as he carried you.

Once you were inside his room he put you down. Still keeping his lips locked on yours as he ripped his jacket off and threw it to the floor. He brought his hands up to cup your face. "I love you," He whispered between kisses.

"I love you too, Rafey." You smiled. You reached behind you and unzipped your dress. Rafe watched you as it fell to the floor. Staring at you intently, taking in all of your beauty.

You stood before him in your bra and panties and bit your lip. He loosened his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt, adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He let out a moan as you sucked at the sweet spot on his neck, leaving as many marks on him as you could.

He unhooked your bra and pulled it off of you slowly. He kissed his way down your neck and chest before sucking on your left nipple, palming the other one as he did.

"Fuck, babe." You moaned. You could feel his erection growing against your core.

"Is this okay?" He whispered against your skin.

"Yes, baby, please keep going." You beg.

Rafe kisses you down your stomach, running his fingers over your clothed pussy. You squirm beneath him, silently begging for him to do more.

He places kisses up and down your thighs. Feeling his breath on your skin sent shockwaves through your body. You felt him tuck his fingers under the hem of your panties and pull them slowly from your body. You were completely exposed to him now.

"So fucking beautiful," He says against your skin. "I want to make you feel so good."

Before you could say anything his tongue was exploring your folds. "Holy fuck!" You cry out at the sensation. Your fingers found his hair and you grasped onto him for dear life as he tongued circles around your clit.

Your legs were over his shoulders and you were afraid you were going to suffocate him as you climbed to your high.

"Oh...my god," You moan. "I'm gonna...I'm-"

You couldn't even get your words out as you reached your orgasm, your body vibrated as you squirted on Rafe's face.

You gasped and clamped your hands over your mouth, completely embarrassed at what you'd just done.

Rafe looked up at you wide eyed and smiling. "Holy fuck, that was hot." He panted.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know I could do that!"

Rafe crawled back up your body and pressed his lips to yours. "Do NOT apologize. You're fucking amazing." He says as he licks his lips. "You taste so fucking good."

You smile and pull him in to kiss him again. His hands run freely up and down your body and you can't deny that you want him. Need him.

"Rafe," You whisper. "I need you."

Rafe pauses for a moment, lips hovering over yours as he looks you in the eyes. "Are you sure, baby?"

You nod eagerly. "Yes. Yes, please." You find yourself begging again.

He smiles and quickly stands up, ridding himself of his pants and boxers.

You bite your lip with both nerves and excitement as you take in his size.

He climbs back into the bed, pulling you under the covers with him. He places kisses all over your face as his hand strokes your hair.

"You really want this?" He asks, unsure of himself.

"Yes, Rafe. I'm in love with you. I want it to be you." You respond.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I'm in love with you too." He says. He positions himself between your legs, running his tip through your folds. "It's going to hurt for a second, babe." He told you.

"I know."

"I'll go slow,"

"Okay," You nod, clinging to his biceps.

He lines himself up at your soaking entrance and slowly pushes into you.

"Ow, ow, ow!" You cry as your fingers dig in to his skin.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, keep going." You demand.

Once he bottoms out he stays still, smiling down at you. "Are you okay baby?" He asks as he lets you adjust to his size.

"You're fucking huge," You laugh.

Rafe smiles and kisses you again. You run your fingers through his hair as you enjoy the feeling of him inside you.

"Do you want me to move?"

You nodded needily. "Yes, please."

He pulled out slowly and pushed back into you again. The first few thrusts hurt but as he kept going it began to feel good. Really fucking good.

"Go faster," You breathed.

You kept your hands tangled in his hair as he rested his head against your shoulder, thrusting into you faster. He brought his thumb down to circle your clit and and your breath hitched at the sensation.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close." He whispered in your ear.

"Me too, oh my God."

You wrapped your legs around his body as you climaxed together.

His thrusts got sloppier as he released himself inside you. Your body vibrating under his.

Rafe was still inside you as you both fought to catch your breath.

"That was fucking amazing," You sigh.

Rafe pulled out of you and laid on his back beside you. "I'd do fucking anything for you," He admits, eyes closed and a smile wide on his face. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"A little bit." You admit. You run your hands over your legs, feeling the wetness that lingers there. "Fuck, I'm bleeding." You say as you bring your hand up to examine it.

"That's okay. That's normal, baby. Let's go take a shower." Rafe says as he gets out of the bed.

You scoot towards the edge of the bed but Rafe picks you up and carries you to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," You whisper as Rafe sets you down and starts the shower.

"Sorry for what, baby?"

"I'm bleeding everywhere." Your eyes begin to water.

He turns to you and cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. "Sweetheart," He begins. "You were a...a...you were a virgin. Bleeding is normal."

"I just don't want to make a mess."

"D-do you regret it?" Rafe asks, his voice almost pitiful.

"No!" You say without hesitation. "No, I don't regret it, baby. I'm just...overwhelmed." You give a small laugh.

"Let me take care of you, pretty girl." He says as he pulls you into the shower with him. He sits down and pulls you back against him.

You lean back and rest your head on his shoulder as he slowly spreads soap over your body.

"Do you realize how perfect you are?" He whispers in your ear. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"I can't remember what life was like without you," You confess. "Please don't leave me."

"Leave you?" He scoffs. "I can't live without you, Y/N." He reaches down and takes your hands in his. Rubbing his thumbs over your fingers. "One day I'm going to put a ring on your finger."

You smile at his words. "Endgame baby."

"Endgame." He promises.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Damian has been in the family for a while he has made his peace with Drake understood that no matter what he has a place but he still can't understand the dynamics. Maybe it isn't exactly the most intelligent choice to track down Todd and ask but he figured it was the best option.

Sitting on Todd's couch in the middle of crime alley eating a dish he can only vaguely remember his mother making he isn't exactly regretting it yet.

"So let me get this straight bat brat, you don't get how people work so you came to me?" Todd's confusion isn't exactly surprising but it is unhelpful to his plight.

"No I understand people, well when I have to I do not understand the bats." He at the moment can't bring himself to actually act with the dignity his mother expects of him another way Gotham had corrupted him.

-

Jason can't say he expected to feed and be interrogated by the demon brat he just wanted to relax but this isn't exactly a surprise now that the kid has chilled out he was almost waiting for it.

"You want me to give you a cheat sheet to how our family actually works becusse you are now realizing that Talia didn't understand shit and it fucked you?"

He can't keep the pure joy out of his voice knowing that he is actually gonna get to knock the kid down a peg after today.

"Not in those words Todd but I understand you have a perspective that I may lack."

God demon looks pissed below the joy he understand that this is actually important and he needs to explain this well knowing this could make or break the already pretty fucked up kid.

"Alright listen and don't fucking interrupt me save your questions and bitchness for the end do I make myself clear."

Holding the kids eyes he sees the kid is actually paying attention as he nods maybe Dickie really did find out the secrets housebreaking who knows.

"Ok let's start with me and I'm gonna be sappy for ten seconds and if you ever repeat this I will shoot you and put you in another duffle bag ok, ok good. I'm your brother I love you would kill for you that whole bullshit. I'm also Dick's, and Tim's brother, on days I don't want to kill the old man I'm his son."

God he's gonna need a smoke after this bullshit fuck he sees the kid is nodding good he hasn't lost him.

"Now Dick is my older brother he's not yours you can lie to yourself all you fucking want but he's your dad teaching you how to be a real boy and all that shit."

He sees an embarrassed flush and the start of protests but he's not dealing with it that bullshit the kid can work on in his own time.

" You wanted it your gonna fucking hear it, now Tim-Tam the sleep deprived idiot is a bit more complicated."

He takes a breath trying to put into words what he wants to say.

"Why is Drake complicated wouldn't he be somewhat easy" the confusion isn't a good sign maybe it is better the kid came so he can restrain him if he has too.

"Tim is the best of us alright, he's someone I want to protect I love him truly even if he's an annoying little shit. Now listen Tim is a lot like you when it comes to Dick crossing the line between Dad and Brother. Tim will always side with Dick that's his Robin and Tim is Dick's. You can't be a jealous little shit here because I don't even fully understand them."

"Bruce isn't Tim"s dad at least on his end Dick is, Bruce loves Tim but no one can ever replace Dickie just like you which is honestly half the reason you hated the kid."

-

Damian is now regretting this conversation he thought this would be simple once again he has somewhat lost his mind since coming to Gotham.

Yet he knows Todd's right that the way Grayson looks at Drake is the same look he gets and the same part of him who loves his animals and loves Richard feels guilty because he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.

"Why I don't understand why is Timothy so different to any of us even you, both of us tried to kill him yet he seems to matter so much"

frustration is leaking through but this is what he wanted to know why Drake is so important even to him why, what is so special about him.

Todd is hesitating but slowly steeling himself Damian cant help but to copy him knowing whatever comes out isn't gonna be easy it's gonna hurt but he asked didn't he.

"Tim was the first, the one to really unlock Dick not being well a dick he knows parts of all of us, secretswhatever, the shit that matters. Bruce, Dick, me even you, we don't run shit ok Wayne Entetprises, plans Tim does. Dick and Tim are the glue holding us together without them we would be fucked you know that."

"That's what's so special about him everything we do Tim has a part of he's genuinely irreplaceable and it bothers the fuck out of both of us."

Damian can't breathe he just runs words he never wanted admitted are stabbing through his mind he doesn't stop until somehow he ends up in his bed at the manor he just hides pushing it down the real reason he tried to kill his brother the fact that he almost broke the family he just hides he shouldn't have asked.

Maybe Richard was right being naive was a gift and now he can't go back.

[p0pcorn-hearts]

Aphmau headcanons yay!!

(Except its just four main characters and a handful of miscellaneous headcanons because writing more than that is too much effort and also painful)

Aphmau

She has ADHD that's usually inattentive but sometimes is hyperactive

Both a cat and a dog person

Had a bit of an anger problem in high school but is much better at anger management as an adult

Because of her half-werewolf blood her teeth are slightly more pointy

Listens to dubstep and 2000-2010s pop music

Has chronic insomnia but can and will sleep the entire day away

Rejection sensitive dysphoria. Would do anything to make sure you don't hate her

Would chug a bottle of imitation vanilla extract to prove she's sorry

Super competitive though

Would chug a bottle of imitation vanilla extract to prove she's right/better

"If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you?" "Yes"

Aaron

It gets really cold where he lived so he used to draw stick figures in the frost on his bedroom window

Has a few tattoos, nothing serious, just a moon on his back and a full sleeve inspired by his favorite band (okay so a bit serious)

Listens to exclusively rock but is fine with Aphmau’s pop music. He doesn't get it, but he loves her too much

He got the tattoos like right when he was free from his dad and now he kinda regrets them, but he has to admit, the full sleeve is fuckin awesome

Writes songs for his guitar, although he doesn't show anyone because they range from love songs about Aphmau to full blown vent songs about his PTSD from his dad

Speaking of his PTSD, he gets frequent nightmares and even when he doesn't or when he can't remember his nightmare, he'll still jolt awake in a cold sweat

Used to have a pet rock that he'd throw at kids who bothered him

His dad made sure to take care of that one

Still draws stick figures on frosted glasses, but while as a kid he'd draw his family, he now draws his friends and Aph

Actually decently friends with Garroth and Travis. They shit talk people together

There was once one time Aaron hung out with Laurence, Garroth, Dante, and Travis, and they ordered pizza but they couldn't pay so they played rock paper scissors to see who would negotiate and Dante lost, so he attempted to sway the pizza guy into lowering the price while fucking 6'5 Aaron stood ominously over Dante, piercing into the guy's soul

It actually worked

It never worked again though

Hanami (Kawaii~Chan for the uninitiated)

Autism

Is the token straight friend although she acts super gay, like she doesn't like girls but she *will* kiss the homies goodnight

Bakes even though meif'wa literally cannot have sugar

She has perfected her own recipes for sugar-free, sugar, and sweetened cupcakes

When she's angry her whole body scrunches up. Like she tenses, her ears lay flat on her head, her arms are pressed tightly to her sides, and her face scrunches up

Has almost sent Lucinda to the hospital because they'd get in play fights and meifwa claws are sharp

Best girl scout in the business. Literally created her own cookie because of her love of experimenting with baked good

Would eat plain rice. Just a ball of plain white rice

When startled, she jumps like three feet horizontally

Always lands on her feet. Except for when she doesn't

Knows how to sew and often modifies her clothing to add more ruffles and bows. When Katelyn wanted to put on a play her and Cadenza worked on the costumes together

Super competitive also

Would chug a bottle of imitation vanilla extract-

Highly empathetic. It's to the point that people being upset around her can get very overwhelming very fast

Ran a meif'wa colony in high school. She was often underestimated by the other colonies but she ended up being front and center a lot of conflicts and her colony remained standing after The Jury

She only has like three people in it though. Aimi (OC because there aren't enough meifwa), Xin (OC because there aren't enough meifwa), and June

Zane

Autism

Also has asthma, ASPD, depression and PTSD

Like pick a struggle 🙄

Was in a gang in high school but luckily has a rich daddy who can afford a lawyer to get Zane out of the legal trouble

Greatly regrets it now as like his only options for work are minimum wage and Aphmau and Aaron’s business

Lacks a lot of empathy but still good at comfort. He just somehow knows the right things to say even if he doesn't really get what they're upset about

Not actually emo, he's goth. He was emo back in high school because Gene is emo but only knew My Chemical Romance. He realized that he actually much preferred goth music and had a trad goth phase in college before settling on just more casual outfits during a massive depressive episode

How much Zane dresses up is a legitimate indicator of his mental health

Is he just wearing sweatpants and hoodies? Depressive episode

Is he wearing jeans and jewelry? He's fine

Also genderfluid (he/him or she/her, depends what gender hes presenting as)

Didn't really explore that side of himself until he was friends with Aphmau

Trauma :(

Likes vocaloid (Hanami's fault)

Miscellaneous that might get their own posts

Dottie, Daniel, and Blaze were in an open relationship until, yknow, Blaze kinda died

After that, Dottie and Daniel continued dating but decided to close their relationship until they properly got over Blaze dying right in front of them

The Shadow Knights are also dating, but they specifically date after high school after they went through their character arcs and became better people

Sasha dated Michi once

You can imagine how bad it was

Canontypical first Sapphic relationship

Melissa likes Twilight but hides it

Travis is essentially one of the girls. He mightve flirted with every one of them but Aph swears on him being cool. They invited him over for a sleepover once and they had so much Travis is just automatically invited to the sleepovers and girl nights out. He is very happy

Imagine getting invited to every outing with the girls but you cannot get a single chick. Even Zane, who is an honorary girl like Travis some days and an actual girl other days, has a girlfriend

It's okay, he has Dante

Dante is like "bro I just cannot pick up chicks" and Travis is like "me neither :(" they turn to each other. "I would date you if you were a girl" Dante said. "Me too" Travis said. There's a pause. They begin making out

Dante did have Nicole but they broke up on good terms because Nicole pursued a master's in engineering and it required too much attention. They're still besties though and hang out whenever Nicole is in town

Nicole is steampunk goals

Okay that's it. You may exit the theater carefully on your right

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"Perfect Pretender." Alex Browning X Todd Waggner X AFAB! Reader.

Okay! So I posted this giftset a while ago and I have always held this idea and headcanon that this convo could be read as Tod’s dad catching him and Alex hooking up and then keeping them apart because he is a homophobe, the pair try to make plans when things calm down again. Thinking more about this I thought, wait. Wait. Them, but also, why not someone else? The idea of a polyam ship was born, the reader in this is Tod’s beard/cover to get his dad off his back. So! Fake dating and fluff, I don’t have a poly ship name for em yet so let’s go!

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Rating. SFW. Length. 2.9K. Alex Browning X Todd Waggner X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Polyamory. Established Relationship. Homophobia. Fake Dating. Reader Is So Sweet And Supportive. Kissing. Pining. Longing. The Birth Of A New Triad. FLUFF.

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Tod and Alex became friends in the third grade. They were those kinda of friends that were kind of insufferably inseparable for a long time. You would see one without the other on the rare occasion and it would create a visceral reaction of just feeling wrong, causing whomever to jokingly ask, “Where’s your other half?” 

So when the shift happened between them, from friends to more than that, it just made way too much sense but still, the times are the times and the town is small and they are sure that it wouldn’t be a good look to be caught. So they had to keep it a secret, it wouldn’t always have to be, but for now it did, it was hard, brought its own challenges, especially when Tod’s dad started to get suspicious of how much time they spent together while he was seemingly not dating anyone. 

“I’m just focusing on my studies.” Was Tod’s excuse and his dad would fire back with, “Your grades aren’t good enough for me to buy that.”

Tod was never a great liar. “Besides that, you’re young, school isn’t everything, go on a few dates, it won’t kill you.” 

And thus a new problem was created that needed to be solved, quickly. If Tod’s dad keeps sniffing around there is a good chance that he might discover what has really been going on and neither Tod, nor Alex, wanted to deal with that fallout or that mess. 

You knew the pair of them and had for a while, not as long as they had known each other, obviously, but still a long while. You found out their little secret without meaning to, stumbled upon them when they hadn’t been expecting it, finding them in a rather compromising position, they of course freaked out, begged you not to tell and you told them that you would never dream of it. Their nerves weren’t so easily forgotten and you understood, you weren’t hurt by it, you know that they trusted you but still if this got out it could be life ending, so, you made sure to be extra considerate, especially since you totally got their position. You admitted that you were very much not straight yourself, and explained your attraction to multiple genders. 

The shock painted their faces and Tod spoke up first. “You…You didn’t have to tell us that.” 

You shrugged with a relaxed expression, “I know I didn’t. But I wanted to, honestly I had been wanting to for a while and this seemed like a twofer, get that info out and put you both at ease.”

The duo shared a look and Alex said, “I think you are way too cool to be hanging out with us.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “As if. I’m still totally lame, I just like dick and pussy.” 

“See even the way you say it, so unbothered! How is that not cool?” Tod asked and you rolled your eyes, “I don’t really give a fuck about what’s cool.”

“And that right there is what cool is.” Alex asserted and you laughed with a raise of your hands. “Okay, so I’m cool, sue me.” 

Later on Tod shared his predicament with his father, how he was suspicious and on his back about not dating and after expressing that you were sorry his dad was such an invasive dick and listening to him some more, the talk turned to other things. That night while in bed, thinking over Tod and Alex’s situation the idea struck you like lightning and the next day you told them all about it.

“Date me.” You say easily as you sit down across from them at the coffee shop you all met up at before class. Alex almost choked on his three cream and two sugar coffee and Tod asked with a very confused expression, brows so high they almost disappeared into his hair, “What?” 

“I said, date me.” You say again, as if they were stupid for not grasping what you were driving at immediately. “I say again, what?” Tod asked and you expound. “If you date me, then your dad will get off your back!”

“But I’m with-” Tod looked around, not wanting to even whisper it out loud in public, once convinced no one was actively listening, his eyes shifted over to Alex with a hum that pitched up and down, as if to make the sound of Alex’s name without actually saying it. 

“I know that! So we would just pretend to date, for like appearances! Then no one would ever suspect anything is off, I can be your cover, and then you dad won’t even think twice about any time you spend with Alex.” You say confidently. 

The two are stunned. They had never thought of this but it would make everything easier. A nervous look is passed between them. “And you’d be okay with that?” 

“Of course I would be or I wouldn’t offer! We hang out all the time already, it makes too much sense and I’d be more than happy to help keep your old man off your case.” 

“Can we have some time to talk it over?” Alex asked and you told them, “Of course, no rush and if you decide not to, we can come up with another plan, alright?”

“Okay yeah this definitely decides it, you are way too fucking cool for us.” Tod sighed and Alex got up, “I’m buying your coffee, come up and order.”

You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer so you got up and let him treat you to your favourite drink and a baked good. 

It took three days for them to get back to you but they do and they tell you that they super appreciated it and wanted to go through with it. “Amazing! This is gonna make your life so much easier, I’m so happy you are down to let me help you out.” 

You talked it through and it was decided, the first part of it was easy enough, Tod getting ready to go out and upon leaving his dad asked where he was going and with a shy kind of grin Tod said, “A date.”

“Really?” His dad seemed impressed and Tod said, “Yeah really, I took your advice to heart, no reason not to, right? I should be out having fun.” 

His dad was pleased and none the wiser. Tod was able to go out to Alex’s place and fully relax, the next day he thanked you but soon, the claims of dates weren’t enough. 

His dad wanted to meet you, Tod had been giving him small amounts of info but now that led to him needing to take this further. So he brought you by for dinner and introduced you to his family. You played the part of girlfriend perfectly, his parents seemed totally taken with you, his brother liked you and Tod was especially grateful. After dinner was done he was taking you home, “You are too good!”

“C’mon, are you really that shocked? You saw me in the spring play.” You teased and he said, “Yeah I did but this was on another level, you were a revelation, I am pretty sure my dad is like in love with you, and my mom can be kinda stand off-ish but you won em over so quick.” 

“I’m just that good.” You sigh with a smile and Tod said, “I mean it, I cannot thank you enough.” 

“Least I can do for one of my best friends.” You tell him and you reach out, take his hand he lets you, it is a moment of casual friendly affection but the action of it makes Tod’s heart beat a hair harder in a way he hadn’t anticipated but he pushed it down, writing it off as nothing. 

Now that the folks had met you, the illusion had to be upped, you had to come by more and keep up the act and you did so easily. A lot of the time Alex was there too, you providing the aforementioned cover, allowing them to have the closeness they craved without the headache. 

As this arrangement drags on however, there are small moments of escalation out of necessity. Unintentional but they are there all the same. Once Tod’s dad is watching you and him say good-bye, so, naturally, you have to play the part and you kiss Tod, other times his dad comes in while you are watching tv and it’d be weird for you to not have his arm around your shoulder, and other little things like this keep happening. The times of easy physical affection and casual intimacy continue, almost in anticipation of an audience, a precaution, a “just in case” but this makes you all realise that, fuck, this feels right?

There isn’t weirdness or jealousy, the dates being the three of you feels natural and correct. You started doing what you did with Tod but with Alex too, it started as a big joke, Alex acted like he was upset and offended one afternoon after you kissed Tod good-bye out of habit. Your response? You put your hands on either side of Alex’s face and dragged him in and kissed him to shut him up. It worked and you skipped off to head home and then it never kind of stopped, just everything you did with Tod, you did with Alex too, like you were expanding and extending the joke but also wanted him to feel included. 

A distinct fact you were completely oblivious to, was that Alex and Tod were not completely gay or that all this closeness, extra time spent together, and fake dating had given them both a pants busting crush on you. They wondered what this meant, how to navigate this, if there was anything to be done? 

Tod was always better about saying stuff straight and not being afraid to broach difficult topics with a shocking amount of candour. He initiates the conversation, “So what are we going to do about her?”

“What do you mean?” Alex asked with a sideways glance to his boyfriend, “I mean the fact that we are both clearly falling for her.” 

“Falling for-?” Alex slammed his magazine closed, but by virtue of it being a magazine, slamming it isn’t really effective in the way slamming a book is, it is comical. Tod stiffles his laugh upon seeing the harsh expression Alex takes on, moving quickly, he is sitting side saddle on the couch, one hand on the back of it, the other on his own knee he insists, “Why do you think I, you, uhm, fuck, we are falling for her?”

“Because we are? Like c’mon man I’m not fucking stupid here.” Tod says around a breathless laugh with a shake of his head, Alex jumps to defend himself, “I didn’t say you were!”

“You didn’t say, but you implied plenty.” Tod fires back and before Alex can do much more than pout he says, "I see it Alex. I know you better than anybody and I pay attention. I see it in how you look at her, how you joke around with her, touch her in less and less casual ways. You fuckin' light up when she does that 'joke' and kisses you good-bye like you are her pretend boyfriend too. And I can tell you something else too."

"What's that?" Alex asked, his body language was tense, nervous, extremely on edge. 

“I want that too. You aren’t alone. I have been thinking it too and I think I’ve been thinkin’ it even longer than you.” Tod admits and Alex asks, “Seriously?”

“Yes! I don’t think I want her to just be my pretend girlfriend. I think…I think I want her to be my actual girlfriend and I think you want that too.” Tod said firmly and Alex asked, “But what about us?”

“What about us? Why does ‘us’ have to stop? Why can't it be us and her all like-” His fingers tangle together in front of his stomach as he finishes his thought, eyes dropping down, “-together?” 

The silence hangs heavy and Alex breaks it. “That’s an…That’s an option?”

“Why can’t it be?” Tod said with a shrug, Alex looks at him. Tod looks back, hand reaches out and takes his. 

“What if she doesn’t want us?” Alex asks quietly and his best friend responds, “You think she is that good an actor?”

Alex quietly repeats that joke you like to tell, “Well you saw her in the spring play-” The half smile on his face is very endearing, Tod returns it with a fond roll of his eyes, “Yeah she’s a great actor but not that great. We can’t BOTH be imagining what is going on here man, no way. There is something here and I think it is worth talkin’ to her about.”

“So we know?” Alex offered up and Tod nodded, “Yeah, exactly, no wondering, then we will know.” 

“And you aren’t jealous?” Tod responds quickly, “Nope. Are you?”

“God no. Seeing you with her ‘dating’ makes me…Happy. Seeing how you are with her makes me happy.” 

“Same here.” Tod confirmed. 

Alex sighed heavily, throwing his hands up, “Okay!”

“You mean it?” Came the excited reply and the blonde admits, “Yeah, what do we have to lose?” 

They didn’t do it right away. They took some time and thought about if this is what they really wanted. While agreed upon, they hadn’t picked a time they were going to really talk to you about it seriously. It just kind of happens. One afternoon, at Alex’s for once, away from the prying eyes of Tod’s dad, you were all hanging out. You were supposed to be doing some studying, finals were coming up, but instead you said you couldn’t study without a snack so you convinced them to bake cookies before you all hit the books. 

The radio was on, you were creaming together butter and sugar, Tod was holding the bowl as you mixed, something that was unnecessary but it gave him the excuse to be closer to you as you both badly sang along to the music while Alex watched. 

He didn’t want to keep pretending. One song finished, some ad came on and he spoke up, cleared his throat, said your name and grabbed your attention. You looked over to him and with that big smile you asked, “Yeah?”

“We…We have something we were thinking about talking to you about.” Alex met Tod’s gaze. Tod was behind you and his eyes went wide, immediately picking up what he were planning. “Oh sure, shoot.”

Alex nods nervously and continues, “We’ve really loved all the time we have been spending together.”

You jumped in, saying happily as you agreed, “Me too! Who knew being a beard and fake dating could be so fucking fun?” 

They both shared another look and Tod cut in after a forced cough, “About that…While it’s been great. But what if the dating we are doing isn’t quite so…Fake?”

You stopped mixing, you turned and looked up at Tod and then to Alex, “What are you saying?” 

Tod sighs, hand rubbing over the back of his neck, “We want to date you for real.”

Alex chimes in, “Both of us.”

To say you are stunned is an understatement. You stutter out, “But…What…What about you?” 

“What about us?” Alex asked and you clarified, “What about your relationship?”

Alex says carefully and slowly, “Yeah about that, we would wanna stay together but just be together with you. Just…All of us dating-” 

Tod finishes the thought, “-Together.” 

You drop the whisk and say, “Holy shit thank fucking God.”

“What?” The pair ask in unison and you spill your guts, “I have been falling for you both so fucking hard for a while! I have been trying to keep it on the down low because you are both together and I thought you were both totally gay and I knew you were relying on me to be your cover and just, I cannot believe that you’ve both been wanting me too-”

Alex cuts in, stepping closer, “Wait, wait, shit, you have been pining after us too?”

“Yes! That is exactly what I am saying!” You exclaimed and Tod laughs, “How fucking clueless are we?” 

“Sooo…Are we seriously going to try this?” You asked and Alex said with a point, “I mean..We’ve already been dating technically, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, Alex is right.” You suppose he was. Just placing this label on it and being open and honest with your feelings would be the only real change. You were already outwardly and publicly dating Tod. You would have to hide the fact you were dating Alex but Tod and him were already having to hide that themselves. This was fine, more than worth it, once outta this small town you are sure you will all be able to be open and live how you want more publicly. Perhaps for now this would be okay, some secrets are fun to keep. 

“What is our first for real date going to be?” You asked and Alex said, “Can’t this be it?”

“Oh wow, real romantic. A study date? C’mon man, put some effort in.” Tod jokes and Alex scoffs, “You plan a date then!” 

As they playfully argue and you resume work on the cookie dough you think that this is all going to work out just fine.

[basicbatboys]

Request 32 Part 4

this took all my bones. i have no more bones. im boneless. i really hope you guys like this part because i really struggled with it. part 5 will come once my bones grow back. look forward to a heartwarming conversation and some fluff

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Stall. The only word on your mind was stall. 

The Joker once again pointed the crowbar at the ground and moved toward the cell doors to do god knows what to you. 

“Wait!” You yelled. “Wait.” You repeated, a little softer this time. And the crazy thing was- he did. He paused. 

“What?” He snapped, his hand hovering inches from the bars. 

“I-I just don’t understand. The Red Hood and I were never involved and even if we had been, it’s been a very long time since I was Havoc, why are you doing this now?” The questions were valid and he seemed to be listening to what you were saying instead of heading straight for the kill. The Joker liked to play with his toys, you knew that, and you were definitely exploiting it. 

His hand retreated and he began to pace again, tossing the crowbar from hand to hand and then just tapping it against his palm. “Well, it’s simple, really. Even Ralph over here could understand.” He gestured with the bar toward a random goon who seemed to get upset and look at his feet. 

“You see, as I said, you are hard to track down. When you left as Havoc, we couldn’t find you anywhere in the city. It’s like you never left your hideout.” 

You winced. Ouch. That was true. You even got your groceries delivered. You worked from home. You literally hadn’t left in three years. Except for… Oh, fuck.

“But one night, one night!” He started laughing as he spoke like he was telling a joke and couldn’t wait for the punchline. “One night…” He continued, gaining his composure, “You finally left. Now, it is of course my business when a pretty girl takes a long drive away from the city so one of my brilliant clowns had the idea to follow you. That’s when he saw you burning your suit. My, how poetic you can be. Tell me, was it cathartic? I have some pieces that are so last season that could use a good inferno!” He laughed again. 

You looked down at your feet as he did. How could you have been so stupid? This was all too much for you. You had caused your own death and it was mere feet, mere moments away. 

“And the Red Hood? How did you know about us?” Slowly, your eyes found the Joker again.

Again, a sick cackle raked across the walls of the jail. The Joker began to jump and clap. “Oh! Oh, boys, did you hear her!” He ran up to the cell bars and gripped them with both hands, the crowbar clanking against the metal of the bars. “You see, that was the final piece. Anyone could see the connection between the night Havoc died and the night Red Hood flew off the handle but I had nothing to prove it! Until now!” He backed away and laughed again, turning to his goons and pointing at you from behind him. “Did you hear? Did you hear what she said? She admitted it!” His goons nodded excitedly. “Oh…” He turned slowly and grinned. “You admitted it.”

His face darkened and the change of face was nothing short of startling. “Enough of playtime. Your jokes are funny, but this will be hilarious. It’s time.”

He swung open the bars of the cage and stood before you. A hand reached out and caressed your cheek with the bar and you winced at the touch. The cold metal backed away and came back down on you with a sickening crack. Your ears began to ring and you couldn’t hear anything. He swung again, this time hitting your shoulder. You felt something snap. Another blow to your head and your consciousness began to fade. 

You struggled to keep your eyes open and as you did you saw a familiar face.

“Dad?” You asked, more alert now. He was standing in front of you, holding a gun. 

You looked at it and you began to cry and scream and struggle, trying to fight out of your bondage. “Please! Not again, Dad, I can’t keep killing people. Please.” 

You realized you were somewhere else now. You were little again, around 8. You knew this because you were wearing your favorite pink dress, the one your mother had embroidered flowers into before she passed. 

Your father was there and a man was laying on the ground, crying and begging to be let go. 

“Go ahead.” Your dad said, pushing you forward. “Go ahead and kill him. If you kill him, we can go home and watch movies. I’ll let you pick, but you have to kill him first.”

You looked up at the man towering above you. You loved your dad so much. He was all you had left. You knew the drill. You had to kill this man or else he wouldn’t speak to you for another week. 

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You awoke in a dark room, darker wet pools of what is clearly your own blood covering the floor and shining in the dim moonlight. Your left eye was pretty well-caked shut, but your right could open wide enough to take in your surroundings. You were still in the cell the Joker threw you into. You were pretty sure you had a few broken ribs, and you were certain you had a sprained left shoulder. Groaning, you roll into a seated position, becoming instantly aware of how lightheaded you were.

Falling in and out of consciousness, faceless bodies flash into your vision. The echoing voice of your father boomed, "Kill him. Kill him, and we'll go eat dinner. Kill him, then we'll go to the park." Your head was spinning. Your father's voice deepens- "Havoc. Kill him, or you won't be leaving the house for the next week. You have to do your duty, Havoc. Peace cannot reign. Not until you're done doing its dirty work. Now, do as I say, and KILL HIM." 

The words crescendoed into a stabbing headache, and you opened your eyes, or, rather, the one that would open. You're not a child anymore, you reminded yourself. You weren’t there anymore. All of these memories had been tucked away for a long time, choosing the worst time to finally present themselves. This was no place for a revelation and yet you had one. 

Every memory you had of your childhood had become tainted in this cell. Your brain had picked and chosen what to allow you to remember, probably to preserve your own life. It all came into the light now- your violence had once been so senseless but you had grown up in it. When you are born in chaos, you cannot live unless you feel yourself dying like you used to. You killed because it was correlated with receiving love. Had you known that was the motive, you wouldn’t have traveled so far down this path. You would have told Jason. You would have begged for help. But you forgot it all. The mind plays funny tricks on time and its stories.  

Dear old Dad is long gone. Right now, you wish by your own hand. 

You brought yourself back to reality, back to the situation at hand. Adrenaline was pushing you forward, keeping you alive when you should surely just lay back down and die here. But nobody is coming to save you. No one knew where you were. No one even knew you were gone. It was all up to you. 

You remembered the days when you would swing off of rooftops and run like a racehorse. The days when you were Havoc, unpredictable, and badass. Even though you're a much softer and much more injured Havoc, perhaps muscle memory would be enough to escape. You'd be damned if you went through this entire bullshit life and all that pain just to die from the most cliche and repetitive villain in Gotham. No, you would live in peace and prove to your father that you were much more than who he made you into. 

Clearing your throat, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against the bars of the cage. Clearing it again, you rasped, "Hey. Ralph. Care to help a pretty lady out?" You tried to smile but it came out as more of a bloody grimace. 

Ralph turned, taking a look at you. Up and down, up and down. "I ain't see no pretty lady." He sniffed, turning back around. In this short exchange, you zoned in on one missable, but vital piece of information; Ralph has finely manicured nails. 

You edged closer, shoulders to bars- and said, "Yeah, I'm not looking my best right now. But you sure are! I've got to see your cuticle routine!" 

Now, nobody could've prepared you for Ralph. He whipped around, fell to his knees, and exploded into excited tears. He fanned his nails at you through the bars, a slurry of words falling from his lips as he detailed whatever creams and tools got him through the week. Sadly, nobody could've prepared Ralph for you either.

You lashed out, quick as a whip, and grabbed his shoulders to slam his skull into the cage bars. He crumpled to his feet, and you whispered, "Sorry, Ralph. You really do have great hygiene, for a goon." 

The effort it took to take Ralph out was enough to make your head spin again. You were fading fast. You needed to get out of here and find anyone willing to take you to a hospital. You rifled around Ralph's pockets, hoping. Your hand grasped around something hard and plastic and you pulled it out. Lovely, a water gun. You set it aside and dug your hand back in. A rubber ducky. A very long handkerchief. This pocket was useless to you and the other one was inaccessible. 

You pulled out the handkerchief and as you did, something tumbled out. A key. 

The thrill of escape was enough to get you on your feet and you began to fiddle with the lock from the inside of the cell. It was too far to reach but you kept stretching until- 

Click. 

You were free. 

“I should put you back in that cell.” A voice called from down the hall. 

You squinted to focus on who it was. Lo and behold, the Red Hood. 

“Oh god,” You breathed, relief flooding your words. “Oh god.” You repeated as you noticed the gun trained on your chest. 

“I don’t want to fight. And even if I did, I couldn’t.” You clarified. Quickly, you realized this was no time for talking and that your knees were about to give out. “I need-”

You couldn’t finish speaking as you collapsed to the ground. You were breathing so shallow, you couldn’t pull in enough air to fill your lungs. 

As you fell, Jason ran toward you and knelt beside you. He looked around and froze, his eyes trained on something in the corner of the room. You craned your neck and saw what he was looking at- a bloody crowbar. 

Before you were left unconscious, you felt Jason lift you into his arms. 

It was a sight to see. The Red Hood carrying a half-dead Havoc through the streets of Gotham. He called for backup and soon the entire BatCrew was focused on saving your life. A warm rag from Nightwing, stitches from Red Robin, a sling from Batman, Robin stabilizing your neck, Batgirl calling Alfred to prepare the cave for your arrival. 

“You’re sure about this?” Nightwing asked Red Hood. 

“I’m sure.” He said, standing off to the side unable to look at what had happened to you. 

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Again, you came to life. You were tucked into a bed you didn��t recognize in a place you didn’t know. The events of that night came flooding back to you and gave you a pounding headache. All things considered, you felt pretty okay and you were proud of yourself for surviving. You sat up with a wince, feeling pain shoot through your abdomen and your arms. 

That’s when you remembered- you had seen Jason. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, he walked into the room. 

“Oh.” He said, pausing in the doorway. “You’re up.”

You nodded, saying nothing. What could you have said? There was too much to think of. 

He walked into the room and sat in a chair across from you. “I’m glad.” He said, looking down at his hands. 

You nodded again and opened your mouth to speak. A million thoughts rushed to the front of your head and you scrambled to pick just one to say. 

“Thank you.” You chose. 

He shrugged. “You were dying. I thought you were going to.” 

You looked down at the floor.

“Jason, I-”

He shook his head. “Please don’t.” 

“No.” You said forcefully. “Listen to me for once! Jason, I realized something while the Joker was beating the shit out of me. I know why I did what I did, I know what’s wrong with me. It was my dad, I’ve been killing people since I was 8!” 

He looked up at you suddenly, a grimace spreading across his face. “What?” He asked. “How does that…?”

You shook your head. “Fucking listen.”

He did. You continued. 

“My dad used to make me kill people to get him to spend time with him. He used to make me do it because he knew no one would hurt a little girl. I think it deeply ruined the way I view love and the way I go about getting it. I’ve been trying to fix this and I don’t want you back I just want to be a person. I told you I was sick, I told you there was something wrong with me. Jesus Jason, it’s so fucking unfair. You get to kill people and I don’t? I’m evil when I do it but you’re somehow a good guy?”

Jason shook his head. “I don’t… Your dad?”

You stared at him open-mouthed. He was so useless. This was useless. 

“What don’t you understand? Yes. I must have blocked it all out. You don’t know how hard this is for me. I-”

Before you could finish, Jason stood and wrapped you in a gentle hug. You began to sob. “He would- He, he ruined me!”

Jason held you and let you cry and scream and let everything out. And you did. It was beautiful. You didn’t expect Jason to know what to say because how could anyone know what to say after what you’d just told him?

You imagined what you must look like right now, bruised and swollen and disgusting. How could he treat you with such compassion after everything you’d been through? You were so tired of it all. No one could heal the wounds you had. 

“Stay here for a while.” He whispered. “The family will be here for you. You can start to get back on your feet. We’ll talk later, okay?” 

You nodded. He stood to leave and rested a hand on your knee. “I’m glad you’re okay. I missed you.”

With a final glance, Jason left the room. You sat and stared, unsure of what was going to come of any of this. You were glad he left because you didn’t have any more energy to give him. He knew what happened. That was all that mattered right now.

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Bonding Time pt8

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: Mother finds out. SMUT!!!

A/N: Enjoy!

Bonding Time pt8

After an amazing week with just the two of them Timmy and y/n were heading home in the car. Y/n was listening to her voicemails and reading her text messages from the past week she had missed because she and Timmy had both turned their phones off, y/n listened to the voicemail from her mother left her the day after she left telling her to call her right away. Five more followed stating she needed to talk to her that she had just spoken to Sarah and her friend had told her something she didn’t quite believe and wanted y/n to set her straight.

‘I think my mother knows.’ She turned to Timmy as he drove the car he took a quick glance at her frowning before concentrating on the road again. ‘My dad blurted it out didn’t he?’

‘No, she said she spoke to Sarah.’

Timmy gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white and gritted his teeth. ‘Fucking bitch!’ He muttered under his breath.

Y/n lays her hand on his shoulder comforting him as best she can as they reach the city.

‘We will figure something out baby.’

She assured him gently and his grip on the wheel loosened slightly.

‘We need to deal with her. She can’t keep interfering like this.’

Y/n nodded and put her phone back in her bag and changed the subject so as not to get him even more frustrated.

Timmy was thinking what he was going to do about Stacey, she was still texting him all the time and he still hadn’t called her yet. He knew he didn’t want to be with her anymore since he realised he loved y/n, but if he was being honest he had lost any interest in Stacey a while ago.

They arrived at y/n’s apartment and Timmy helped her in with her luggage before heading to his own apartment to unpack his own things.

The time alone let y/n contact her mother and have that awkward talk with her. She still couldn’t care less about what her mother would think of her relationship with her step brother, and she would find out eventually but she was just pissed off that she found out from Sarah.

Who y/n knew was so jealous it was actually bordering on sad and pathetic. She dialled her mother’s number and waited before she heard her mother pick up.

‘Y/n is that you? Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered any of my calls?’

‘Sorry mom I turned my phone off while I was away.’

‘Well, what is this thing Sarah was telling me about? You and Timothée are together? Like, she saw you two kissing in the street?’

‘Yes mom, Timmy and I are together. I’m sorry you had to find out from a mentally unstable woman like Sarah. But, she wasn’t happy when she found out about us.’

Her mother sighed into the mouthpiece of her phone listening.

‘Well I must admit I’m not thrilled at this, but I can hardly stop you two from continuing.’

‘We love each other mom.’

There was a pause ‘Really?’

‘Yes and we wouldn’t stop seeing each other even if you and Greg disowned us.’

‘Yes I already know your step father’s outlook on this revelation. Sarah wasn’t too pleased with either of our reactions when she told us.’

‘How do you mean?’ Y/n asked as Timmy walked through the door.

‘Well, when she told us about you and Timothée I didn’t really give any response. Well at least not the response she was expecting. I just simply told her you were both adults and you certainly weren’t going to listen to me if I were to tell you to stop doing what you were doing. She wasn’t happy.’

Y/n smirked as Timmy wrapped his arms around her waist before sitting down pulling her to sit on his lap.

‘Timmy just walked in mom.’

‘Hi Elaine, sorry you had to find out this way.’

‘Oh don’t worry, and don’t worry about your father. He seemed to come round when Sarah showed up at the house uninvited. She always was a very…..’

‘Rude?’ Y/n finished.

‘Yeah.’ Elaine replied exasperated.

‘And always inviting herself to occasions she WASNT invited too.’

Y/n chuckled as Timmy rolled his eyes shaking his head.

‘So you’re okay with this? About us?’ Y/n asked.

‘Of course. It’s not like you’re related to each other. So it’s hardly illegal!’

Y/n smiled and leaned back against Timmy as he kissed and nipped her shoulder.

‘Thanks mom.’

‘Anytime sweetie, now I have to go because Greg just stepped out of the pool and I find myself very hungry.’

‘No! For Christ sake Elaine! That’s my father!’

Y/n giggled at the look of disgust on Timmy’s face before laughing outright.

She cut the call quickly as y/n continued laughing before Timmy bit down on her neck lifting his hips against her ass. She turned and smacked his chest hard but he only grabbed her by the throat like old times and pushed her back against the sofa cushions pinning her down and began kissing down her neck. She grabbed his wrist trying to wrench his hand from her throat when he grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it open causing her to gasp as the buttons scattered everywhere, she groaned as he groped her breasts through her bra.

She ground her hips against his growing bulge in his jeans and smirked hearing him stifle a groan, and ground harder rocking her hips against his getting the groan she wanted out of him.

‘You-‘

‘Bitch?’ She finished for him smirking.

He glared and shoved her face down on the sofa roughly and pulled up the skirt she was wearing ripping her panties off completely while undoing his jeans and pulling both them and his boxers down and rammed his dick into her hard and smirked hearing her muffled scream of surprise.

He grabbed a fistful of her long hair turning her face to the side and began rutting into her roughly forcing her body forward against the arm rest of the sofa.

He pulled her up on her knees, her back flush against his chest and whispered in her ear ‘Still chuckling little girl?’

She gasped out as he tugged her head back and shook her head ‘No’

He wrapped his arm around her waist stripping her of her shirt and bra while kissing her neck and thrusting into her from behind,

She moved her arm and wrapped it around his neck and turned her head to capture his lips and a rough kiss that he returned.

She ground her hips back against his as he continued to rut into her making him grunt against her mouth nipping her bottom lip and moved harder against her gripping her hips and digging his fingers into her skin where she knew he would leave bruises, they broke the kiss and he pushed her down and leaned over to kiss down her back kissing and biting her shoulders as he thrust harder going deeper into her as she dug her nails into the arm of the sofa when they came together panting heavily damp from sweat. He lay on top of her as they caught their breathes, and he moved his head against her skin and kissed over back and licked the sweat dripping down her spine making her gasp and turn over letting him kiss and nip her chest before reaching her neck and burying his face against her skin as she pushed his long damp hair from his face and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulling the fur throw off the back of the couch covering them with it.

Their clothes lay discarded on the floor, y/n couldn’t even remember when he tore her skirt off to get better access to her body, or his T-shirt or when he fully removed his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t remember anything but the feel of him inside her going deeper than he had ever gone.

He nuzzled her neck getting comfortable and she could feel his eyelashes flutter shit against her skin and moved to kiss his temple as they fell asleep.

Everyone that was important knew about them now. Y/n would ignore Sarah and her unhealthy obsession and her judgement, for now.

Emma would get over it. Timmy still had to deal with Stacey but y/n wasn’t too worried about that.

They had each other now, that’s all they needed.

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[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter twenty-five

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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We camp out at The Wreck all day, hoping no one will find us. I was expecting a call from Rafe, which, seven hours later, never came . I'll cling to the hope that he changed his mind about John B, but I know he didn't.

I'm trying to sleep on a booth seat late at night, when there's a tapping on the glass at the window above my head.

I snap my eyes open and look up, seeing Rafe leaning against the glass and I sigh a breath of relief. I quietly get up, hoping not to wake my friends, but that plan quickly fails when I realize JJ is sleeping right at my feet. I step on his hand and he quickly wakes up. "Fuck! Oh, god, Snowy, where are you going?" He asks, sitting up and rubbing his hand. I catch him look out the window, seeing Rafe there.

"Oh my god, why did you tell him where we are?" He asks frustratedly.

"He's here to help, okay? I'm just gonna talk to him." I explain, holding on to tables fo support myself as I limp towards the door. JJ gets up to help me.

I carefully unlock the door, seeing Rafe already waiting on the other side. I slip out and go to close it behind me, but JJ steps out with me, crossing his arms as he stares at my boyfriend.

"JJ, please, it's fine. Go back to sleep." I tell him, but he doesn't even look my way.

"Snowy- thank god.." Rafe says softly, quickly pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I didn't get the chance, I had to wait until it was dark to sneak away and the whole island is hunting you guys down..."

"It's okay..." I whisper, hugging him back.

"Listen, man, if you're here to screw us over I swear to god-" JJ starts, and Rafe let's me go to confront him.

"I'm not. I'm here to help my girlfriend, since you, her 'best friends' won't take her to the damn hospital." Rafe replies.

"We're not doing this." I shake my head, interrupting before they get the chance to go at each other. "JJ, just go back inside. Please."

JJ takes off his hat and turns to walk back inside, raising his middle finger at Rafe as he steps back in.

"I'm sorry, I know you want to help.." I sigh and Rafe shakes his head, returning his attention to me now.

"It's fine. Here, sit down.." Rafe holds onto my arms and helps me settle onto the ground. "We'll talk and then I'll take you."

"Did you go to the police?" I ask as he sits next to me, and we can look out over the water. I know I'm not going to the hospital with him.

"Yeah, uh, I did." He nods. "I told them you didn't do anything- you just happened to be there, but obviously they still want to talk to you."

"I bet." I reply. "But I'm not telling them it was John B."

Rafe sighs, letting his head fall back against the wall we're leaning on. "Well we have to have our story straight or we all get in shit. And I'm not letting you go down for this."

"I won't. We have a plan." I admit.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you. The less you know the better." I tell him truthfully.

"You can't run, you have to stay here I will protect you here. My dad agreed to let you out of this." Rafe says, clearly on to me.

I shake my head. "I can't go back to my life without John B when I know the truth. I can't just go back to working at Making Waves and running from my parents, and going to parties and just living my life like normal. I appreciate what you're trying to do but unless he is safe I can't go back."

"I get that, but your life is different now anyways. We have each other- we can get our own place, or something, and, and, and- just do our own thing. I know my dad, he will pay you to keep this secret if we ask and then you won't have to work." Rafe insists, grabbing my hand.

"Rafe," I look back at him, "I just can't." I shake my head again, getting that feeling in my throat that means I'm about to start crying.

"Snowy, we'll figure this out, alright? We will. You'll be okay." He's so confident already that he won't be charged with anything, even though I know he planned to kill the sheriff if I wasn't there.

"Would you have shot her? If I wasn't there, would you have done it?" I ask. Rafe doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I... I don't know." He answers quietly, shaking his head. "I had to do something, I couldn't let my dad get arrested. We would have ran, or something, I don't know..."

"Oh, god..." I say, tears spilling down my cheeks now. "I hate this."

"Please don't cry.. Hey, it's okay..." Rafe says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer. "Just, please don't run. I'll fix everything, I promise."

He's just not getting it, this isn't something he can fix now. It's not like the cops will believe me over Ward or Rafe when I tell them that it wasn't John B, so I'll just end up getting in trouble for lying or aiding and abetting or something. We just need time.

I shake my head at him. "No, we are going to fix it." I say, wiping my tears away. "We've got a plan and we are going to fix this."

"Snowy- Snowy you're not listening to me, okay? You can't just leave me because of John B." Rafe says frustratedly.

"I have no choice now, I won't lie for your dad. I didn't tell you but he has tried to kill me twice now, in one week. I can't stay even if I wanted to. He will kill me, Rafe." I say seriously. "And I don't want you to have to clean up that mess, and then look my brother in the eyes and act like you don't know anything when he comes to you for support. I can't do that to you guys."

He doesn't say anything, he knows I'm right.

"I think you should probably go..." I whisper, looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm not going without you, let's get you to a doctor okay? If you insist on running you can't do it with a broken foot." I shake my head at this.

"I'll be fine- I'm not sure it's even broken. I can't go." I protest and he sighs.

"Fine- if you are going to be stubborn, good luck." Rafe says as he stands up. "I mean- why can't you see I'm trying to protect you here?" He asks frustratedly.

"I do, thank you, but you know I can't just leave my friends like this. They need me too." As I say this, he covers his face with his hands and shakes his head. I tell he's getting angry now.

"Fuck- oh my god, I am literally begging you to let me help you. I am begging you to be reasonable here!"

"One day you'll understand that I am." I respond.

"No, no. You listen! I am risking everything for you! I am risking our reputation, my dads life just by being here and by going to the police earlier to save you!" He raises his voice now, and then he punches the wall next to the window out of frustration.

Just then, I hear the door open and look over to see JJ walking out. "It's time for you to go." He says, stepping past me to stand between us.

"No, I'm not leaving without her." Rafe shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, you are, actually." JJ says, nodding a little and flipping his hat so it's backwards.

Rafe begins pacing, talking to himself quietly. He stops right in front of my friend, getting up in his face.

"You are hurting her more than I am- and I hope you fucking know that." Rafe says, poking JJ's chest.

"Rafe, please, just go." I say quietly and he looks down at me, his gaze softening.

"You better listen to her." JJ agrees.

Rafe nods a little, looking disappointed and angry. "Yeah, whatever, Snowy. Good luck." He says, walking away and looking back only briefly as JJ helps me up.

We get back inside and I watch Rafe drive away. I'm not sure I'll ever see him again- and that's how things had to end? I think he's just used to getting his way.

"Are you okay?" I hear JJ asking me and I nod slightly.

"I just didn't want to say goodbye like that..." I mumble, sitting down again at the booth where I was sleeping before.

JJ sits on the ground in front of me. "I mean, I don't want to make you feel worse, but he's not the best guy."

"I know, but his heart is in the right place, you know? He cares about me, he just wants me to be safe. The problem is he doesn't care about you guys. That's where we are different, I guess." I sigh. "But if all of this never happened it would be different."

JJ smiles a little, patting my leg. "Hey, but on the bright side, you'll always have us."

"True." I agree, laughing slightly. "JJ, are you sure you're okay with our plan?" I ask, just to confirm.

He nods, not even hesitating. "I'm sure. We'll go to Yucatan- just the two of us. It'll be the vacation of a lifetime." He smiles and I laugh at that.

"I don't know if I would describe it as a vacation, but sure. Wherever you want- you might have to carry me though." I joke.

"Anywhere." JJ nods, "I give a mean piggy back." He smiles. I know we'll make the most of it, but I'm honestly heartbroken to leave my family behind. With everything going on I haven't talked to the twins as much as I may have liked, but one day I'll explain it to them. Once John B is cleared and everything returns to normal.

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George Chapter of the Day

Chapter 13

Trigger Warnings: adult situations, swearing, drinking, sexual situations, slow burn romance,

**18+ only** Please.

Chapter 13

It was 10am California time when Annie Magnum heard the phone ring. Although she was deeply invested in the letter she just received from her best friend, Joie, Annie jumped up to answer it.

They had been corresponding by letter, airmail with special paper to write on...blue and thin as tissue paper, but with her emotions in turmoil, Joie needed desperately to talk to her. No one knew Joie better than Annie.

"Oh my God...Joie!" Annie exclaimed. "you have no idea how happy I am to hear from you. It's been ages."

"I know. I just needed to hear your voice," Joie explained.

"I know what you mean and have I got a story for you! But I'm quite impressed by your travel schedule. Letters from all over the world....postcards from Paris and Germany. Girl, you've been everywhere. I've managed to get to work and the Santa Monica Promenade over the last couple of months. I've done nothing compared to you."

"Annie, I want to come home so badly. It's just been a nightmare." Joie proceeded to tell Annie about Brian and the incident where she picked him up from a bar. "He's been so rude. George told me that he's just protective of the boys, but it's more than that. He just hates me."

"Whoa, sweetie pie!" Annie announced. "What the fuck is all this about? Your letters are so perky...if it's been hell, you should have told me."

"I know. I know. It was just so hard to throw in the towel and give up. That's not my style. I actually haven't been in the office. I quit. That's what I called to tell you. For right now, I'm living in George's coach house on his property."

There was dead silence until Annie squeaked out, "What the fuck???"

"I know how it sounds, but the coach house is completely separate from his house. He can come and go and I'd never know it."

"Joie, does your dad know?"

"Yes. I talked to him the other day. I wanted to give you the address so you can write me here. George actually brought all my stuff from Freda's the other day after the Brian incident, as it will be known by from now on."

"Ok....almost living together. What gives? What, exactly, do you need to tell me? You and George? Come on, give it to me straight, you wonton hussy. Do not tell me that George Harrison popped your cherry??"

They both burst out in laughter.

"No, you dirty-minded, red-haired tart."

"All true. I'll admit it," Annie giggled. "Now give it to me straight, Batgirl, what the fuck is happening?"

Joie took a breath. "I don't know, Annie. George...he's been so good to me. He really looks after me, you know? I mean I know I was hired as an assistant to all of them, but..."

"But what?" Annie prodded.

"I don't know. Being here with George has been wonderful. He's just been wonderful." Joie admitted.

"What about Paul...John...Ringo?"

"It's just been different with George. I don't know how to explain it. Cyn, John's wife, says he's smitten."

"Well, use Charlie as a reference...."Annie offered. "Do you think he likes you?"

"Charlie was a nightmare. All he wanted to do was have sex. He couldn't have cared less if we had a conversation. George actually listens to me. We talked all night the night he left for this last tour. And he'll be gone for 3 weeks."

"And it doesn't hurt that he's hot as fuck, right?"

"Well...yeah."

"Could this just be your body wanting you to have sex?"

"You mean I'm sexually starving?" Joie asked, then burst into laughter. "What about you? We were rowing in the same boat, if I remember correctly. You have something to tell me, missy?"

There was silence for a moment, then Annie spoke softly. "I met someone..."

"Yay!" Joie cheered. "Do I know him? Tell me everything immediately..."

"I'll spill in a minute. I'm not done with you yet," Annie told her. "Now what are you going to be doing while he's gone? Going into the office?"

"I don't know. The Brian Incident has put the fear in me, you know? But the office is crazy. The mail is unbelievable. Thousands by the day. Thousands. So I help Freda and answer the phone and just sort the tons of mail. We have 2 other girls now to help and Freda has been talking to Brian about opening an office in New York to handle the mail from the states alone. We'd handle just the European/Asian mail and the NY office would handle the American mail."

"Sounds like a whole lotta work, if you ask me. Now I want to ask you one question," Annie said to her. "Just one question."

"What's that?"

"How do you feel? How do you feel about George?"

Joie was silent a long time. "I miss him. I miss him a lot."

"Joie Armagh...," Annie brightened. "you're in love. You are actually in love with George Harrison."

"Am not," she answered in a blustery voice.

"You are too."

"I can't be."

"Why not?"

"I'm American. He's British," Joie stated as if that was a reason.

"What...is this the 1800's? We're allies now, you know."

Joie laughed. "Well, shit. It's just he's so... FAMOUS. I'm a California girl. Hotdogs and hamburgers on the grill after a day of beach volleyball."

"Joie, you are crazy. People fall in love all the time...for all the right reasons and sometimes for the wrong reasons. What do you say, girlfriend?"

"Well, he's not in love with me."

"Sounds to me like he's doing an awful lot to show you how he feels."

Joie thought she would change the subject. "So tell me about you. What have you been doing? Tell me about your mystery man."

"You're avoiding my questions...."

"I know."

.........

Joie thought a long time about their conversation. No one knew her better than Annie. They had been friends since first grade. Was she falling in love with George? What would she do if she was? Well, perhaps a delightful heavy petting session...followed by...uh...what? Sex would be lovely but Joie knew she had literally no experience and George was more than likely a 5-Star General when it came to bedding a bird. Joie wouldn't be able to handle the humiliation of not knowing shit..

Well, it wouldn't matter anyway, because it takes 2.

.........

"Well?" John tapped George's feet as they hung off the bed.

"Well what?" He looked up from the letter he was writing.

"C'mon, you horse's arse. Joie?? Have you told her how you feel?"

"Working on it," George gave him a sly smile.

" She, Cyn and Mo are getting to be inseparable."

"I'm glad. Really."

"So what's your stupid as shit idea?" Paul chimed in. "Like what's the plan?"

"No plan. Flying by the seat of my pants, actually," George explained. "I'm letting Joie have the reins. She's fairly shy. So I'm going to be patient."

"And while you're being patient, some doctor or lawyer or banker will sweep her away."

George shook his head. "Not Joie."

"You're daft," John and Paul echoed and left George to his letter.

Rolling over on his back, the pen tapping his chin, George thought about the girl with the lovely auburn hair. Touching her, kissing her was all he could think about. Her eyes were incredible...dark with golden flecks in her irises. She probably has no clue what he wanted to do with her.

..........

As the days went by, Joie missed George more and more. One night she actually slept in his bed, the scent of his aftershave covering his pillowcase. She pulled the pillow to her body and began moving her fingers over her flushed body. She moved slowly, touching herself and envisioned George being there with her. It was all pretty simple to please yourself...but how the fuck do you please a guy?

Hand jobs, blow jobs, penetration and orgasm. She hoped there was more than just the mechanics. Maybe it comes naturally...she hoped so anyway.

.........

The house was big and empty. She missed living with Freda. The kittens kept her company, and by now she had named them. Kit and Mouse. It seemed to fit.

But more and more, she missed home. She missed California, her dad and Jordan. She missed sunshine and hamburgers. She missed the beach. She missed Annie. She missed baseball and ice hockey. She even missed school. She had decided that when her visa was up in another 2 months, she would go home. Joie would be appreciative of everything, but she decided that California is where she belonged.

..........

He was calling from somewhere in Sweden when he and Joie began discussing her going back home. George couldn't imagine losing her now. He wished she would stay on the basis of her feelings for him, but what those were, he couldn't tell. Was she just being a good assistant or was she attracted to him? He wasn't sure what else he could do to show her he wanted all of her and, as time went by, needed her too.

"I'm going to have to face Brian at some point and I want to be able to make him happy. I'll turn in my resignation," Joie told George. "I shouldn't even be telling you this. You are really the boss, after all!"

"I gave up being my own boss when I became a Beatle," he told her, fatigue evident in his voice. "I gave up a lot when I became a Beatle."

"But George, like John said, how long could it last?" Joie said. "Enjoy it for now and figure in 5 years you will more than likely have your life back."

"None of us will be doing this in 5 years," George answered. "It's making us old already. My nervous system is shot."

"I heard about the next movie...." Joie said softly. "That will give you a break."

"But who knows when that will happen?" George said. "I figure they want it started fairly quickly....strike while we're hot, so to speak."

"We just have to get through this now," Joie said. "And we will."

"Yes, we will," George answered. "So you won't run away before I get back?"

"No, of course not," Joie laughed. "Kit and Mouse need me."

.........

Later that afternoon, a tearful Cynthia called. "I'm coming over with a bottle of wine. Julian is with my mom and I need some girl talk. John is 500 miles away and we had to get into a fight on the phone. I'm so upset...."

"C'mon over," Joie said. "I'm here."

Cyn showed up with 2 bottles of wine and 2 red, puffy eyes. She had been crying for a long time.

"He doesn't mean it half the time," Cyn said. "But he can be very cruel. Then I talked to George and he calmed me down. How things have changed since the days George followed me and John around. We've watched him grow up since he was 15."

"I know. He told me he used to tag along not understanding you and John probably wanted to be alone."

Cyn finally laughed. "I love him with my whole heart. He understands things very deeply now."

Joie exhaled a breath and nodded.

"So what are your feelings?" Cyn blurted out. "I hope you are not leading him on. He's too important to me to let him get hurt."

Joie blinked several times and shifted from her position on the floor. "Cyn, what are you talking about? I'm staying in the coach house. Nothing has happened."

"Really? It seems to me that you aren't seeing things as they really are," Cynthia said pointedly. "George is clearly crazy about you. How can you not see that?"

"What? What do you mean?"

Cyn tapped her forehead. "Don't tell me the British are more open with their feelings than the American's are...."

"Cyn, what are you saying?" Joie asked, a funny urgency building inside her.

"I'm saying everyone and their brother can see George is crazy about you. The only one who doesn't see it is you." She answered taking another sip of wine. "I mean from what I see anyway."

"George has been very good to me. I don't think he's 'crazy' about me," Joie replied with a shrug. "He's been a perfect gentleman."

"So you are saying that if he was trying to grab a feel that would prove he's interested in you?"

Joie blinked at Cyn. Tears began to well in her eyes. "No...of course not. Oh my God....."

Cyn pulled up to her knees. "Oh, don't cry. Or I'll start crying and we will never stop."

Joie's emotions were all jammed up. She was crying and laughing at the same time.

"I don't get it, Cyn...."

"He's in love with you. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Yeah. It is. I guess I'm just used to fighting off boys who just want to get a hand on you....or want your hand on them."

"Americans...."Cyn joked. "I think the key word is 'boys'. George isn't a boy. He's been through a lot and learned from it. He's a man....a man who is love with you."

"I don't really think that's true. I mean how do you know?"

"Would it matter if I told you? I mean, how do you feel?"

Joie thought for a long time and took a drink from her wine glass. "I miss him, Cyn. I miss him. I know that for sure. Nothing would make me happier than seeing him walk through that front door."

Cyn smiled brightly. "That sounds just a little like love to me."

Joie leaned forward. "I don't know what love is. I've never been in love."

"I think you know what it is. You've just never experienced it."

"When did you know that you loved John?"

Cyn looked at Joie. "When I missed him."

..........

They sat on the floor and ate the meal Joie cooked for them. Cyn opened the other bottle of wine as they cleaned up the kitchen and talked about Julian and families and clothes....and George.

"I'm not as fashionable as some of these English birds," Joie told her. "California is pretty laid back when it comes to fashion. It's not like New York or London."

"I think George likes the fresh, clean look..." Cyn teased her.

Joie laughed. "He got that full in the face the night he brought me back from London after the incident with Brian. I took a shower and had no make up or anything. I must have looked like something the dog dragged in."

"I think George was very worried about you after that. None of us could believe Brian did that to you."

"Oh, it's ok now. George came to the rescue."

"My point exactly."

Joie looked at Cyn. "I think I'm beginning to understand...."

All of a sudden, the front door swung open and George stood there with Mal. "9 am Mal. Bright and early."

"George...." Joie exclaimed, running toward the door. "What are you doing here?"

He only smiled at her. He dropped a small bag on the floor and looked at Cyn. "You girls have a nice time?"

"Very nice," Cyn said collecting her things to leave. "My cue to go."

Joie looked from George to Cyn and back again. She didn't know what to think.

"Thanks, Cyn," George said to her, kissing her cheek as she exited.

"No problem," Cyn answered. "And I'll talk to you soon Joie..."

"Bye Cyn" Joie called after her.

George made sure Cyn got into her car safely and returned to Joie. They stood 10 feet apart, Joie just looking at him.

"But...but...you're on tour...." Joie said, confused. "How....why....? Did something go wrong?

"Yeah, something went beautifully wrong." he answered, watching her carefully. "I don't want you to go back to the states, Joie. I'd really love for you to stay."

Neither of them moved. Tears began to well in Joie's eyes. She blinked quickly. All of a sudden she ran to him and jumped into his open arms. Joie buried her face into his collar and held onto him. He smelled amazing. His arms held her tightly and his body seemed to curl into her somehow.

Neither of them could let go.

"Joie...." He said softly into her neck.

"George..." she responded. "What are you doing here?"

He shifted so he was able to frame her face in his hands. He kissed her on the lips very gently. Then held her again.

"Pack a bag," he whispered.

She leaned back to look at him. "Where are we going?"

"You're going. Not me. I've got to catch a plane back to Sweden before noon tomorrow."

Joie shook her head not understanding. "So what do I pack?"

"Enough clothes to last a week or so."

"Where am I going?"

"Just be ready in 15 minutes."

Joie reached up and kissed him back. "Ok."

And she raced off to the coach house to pack a bag.

.........

She felt warm in the car for the 30 minute drive to George's parents' house. He held her hand in his lap, unwilling to let her go now that he had her.

"But George, I just can't park myself at your parents' house until you come back. It's such an intrusion..."

George shook his head. "I always thought American's busted into their neighbors houses all the time. Loose. Free. You are more worried about appearances than I thought."

"It's just that I don't know your parents....and it seems like a lot to ask. 'Oh, can a stranger come and stay for a couple of weeks'?"

"You are not a stranger. Besides, I thought you said you trusted me."

"I do...."

"Ok then," George told her. "Sit back and relax. We'll be there soon."

"But what about the cats?" she asked suddenly. "We can't leave them."

"Cyn's going to stop by."

"You planned this all out, didn't you?" she said, tilting her head at him.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Hush, Baby Girl

"Okay, first things first, you can't smoke around the baby." Steve was holding Thea as Eddie sat on his bedroom floor. The metalhead was currently trying to assemble the crib they bought, but he struggled to find the specific piece used to connect the railing to the bed.

"I know," Steve rolled his eyes, "believe it or not, I actually passed health class last year."

"Just making sure." Steve looked around the messy room. Clothes and DnD books were scattered everywhere, making it almost impossible to see the carpeted floor. It was crowded but also very Eddie. Steve was almost jealous. If his room looked any less than picture perfect when his parents got home, they'd probably have an aneurysm. Eddie pulled away from the crib with a triumphant look. Giving it a few hard thwacks and grinning.

"Not half bad for someone who failed shop, if I do say so myself."

"You failed shop?"

"Not gonna lie, I almost exclusively took the class for access to the fancy wood glue they use." Eddie admitted as he tore the plastic off ths crib mattress. Setting it in the cot, Eddie took Thea from Steve's arms. Gently cradling her in his arms, Steve was struck by how weird it was to see Eddie Munson of all people with a baby. Scary drug dealer, supposed murderer...cute dad. Wait. Cute wasn't a good word. Steve shook his head. Dudes didn't call other dudes cute. Well, some dudes did. But Steve was not one of those dudes. At least, he was pretty sure he wasn't....yeah pretty sure.

"What's with the look, Harrington?" Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow. Steve realized he must have looked weird just staring straight ahead at the other teen and he shook his head.

"Ugh, nothing. Just thinking."

"Huh. I thought I smelled something burning." Eddie joked as he laid Thea down on the mattress. He stared at her, expecting something. But she did nothing save stare up at them with her big brown eyes. The metalhead let out a sigh of relief as he fell back on the bed next to Steve. Letting out an exhausted groan as he stretched his body out. "God, who knew babies were so much work."

"Everybody." Steve deadpanned. Eddie playfully slapped him on the shoulder before his eyes turned back to Thea.

"....I don't want to fuck her up."

"Huh?" Steve asked as Eddie sat up.

"I don't want to fuck her up like my parents fucked me up." The older boy clarified. "Look at me. I haven't graduated, I sell drugs, I still live with my uncle...I shouldn't be raising kids. What if she ends up like me? A druggie deadbeat..." Eddie trailed off as his voice hitched. Steve frowned, turning to face Eddie.

"Hey, don't say that." Steve argued. "Listen, just because your parents sucked, it doesn't mean you'll be a bad parent. I like to think I turned out okay for someone with shitty parents. I mean, I'm not going to medical school or whatever, but I'm doing alright." Eddie's nose scrunched up as he opened his mouth to respond when there was a loud knock on the front door of the Munson trailer. This startled Thea, causing her to start wailing.

"Whoa, hey, hey, don't cry." Eddie went over to the crib and carefully picked her up. Patting her on the back reassuringly as he inclined his head to look into the hallway.

"Expecting someone?" Steve asked as he followed the now visibly annoyed metalhead into the living room. The two navigated around the bags of unopened baby items until they were at the front door. Eddie yanked it open, ready to chew out whoever upset Thea when he paused, recognizing the gaggle of freshman on his doorstep.

"I..." Eddie trailed off, unsure what to say. The kids' eyes already honed in on the baby in his arms.

"What are you guys doing here?" Steve asked as the kids' eyes remained locked on the crying child.

"You didn't call me back this morning." Dustin explained. "We were making sure everything was okay."

"Oh-shit, sorry I forgot. We got...busy." Steve turned back to Thea as he said this.

"Yeah, I can see that-why the hell do you have a baby?" Will asked, mouth agape.

"Her name is Thea, and for Christ's sake, could you keep your voice down?' Eddis snapped as he hushed the baby in his arms. "I'll explain after we get her down for a nap."

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 6:

That meeting was more draining than Lucifer would like to admit. He loved his siblings dearly; however, they can sometimes be a bit much. They had invited him out for drink which he quickly declined. Whenever the three of them got together for social drinking, it always ended up bad. He did not need to get black out drunk right now. Maybe when he was in a better frame of mind. Though... a drink did sound nice. He didn't want a bunch of people to recognize him, so he chose a bar closer to Imp City. Since he didn't show his face on TV or in magazines much anymore there wasn't much risk of being identified. He could just be a normal guy.

Making his cane, hat, and jacket disappear, Lucifer made his way to a seat at the bear area and ordering the strongest drink they had. As much as he did guzzle them, he wouldn't get more than a light buzz. There was something weighting heavy on his mind since that morning when he spoke to Adam. For as much as he supported Charlie and wanted to see her dream come true, he knew how Heaven was. He warned her time and time again, which just seemed to make her more determined to succeed. Honestly, Lucifer admired that about his daughter. She was a real fighter.

He just didn't want to see that flame inside her to burn out when Heaven crushed her the same way they did to everything that challenged the order they've had in place since the beginning of creation. And if they hurt his baby girl or made her cry, he would go and start a war with them himself. Looking around the area, it seemed like he wasn't the only depressed guy trying to numb the feeling with alcohol. 

The guy, an imp, was only a couple seats away him. Charlie did say he needed to get out there and make friends, and he was feeling rather chatty. "So. Hard day?"

"Look. If you're pulling the sympathetic shit to get a quick fuck, I'm just gonna tell you now that I'm not in the mood. Surprisingly, self-deprecative sex is not my thing."

Being around Asmodeus so much, Lucifer didn't even bat an eye at that. However, how straight forward and unfiltered this guy was with his words made him snort. He liked people like him who just said whatever was on their minds, not caring who it was they might be talking to. "Good to know. Especially since that's not what I'm looking for. I'm more interested in a quick chat."

The imp was looking at him as if he didn't, or couldn't, believe what he was saying. Which was fair. The poor guy was probably used to people screwing him over. Downing the rest of his drink, Lucifer signaled for a refill. It was up to this guy now if they would continue this conversation or leave on an awkward note. A sigh and a drink refill of the imp's glass was his answer. 

"I just had fight with someone. That's all."

"Seems like someone important if you're here drowning your sorrows with... cheap booze..."

"Not everyone can afford that fancy shit. But uh... you're right. It's my daughter. We're... going through some shit at the moment."

"Yeah... I know what you mean. It's not easy being a dad. My Char-Char is too good to understand how horrible people are."

"Exactly! I kill people for a living."

"See?" It had gone better than Lucifer thought it would. The two ended up trading numbers and sent the night talking about their experiences raising head strong daughters. It was probably the most fun he's had with someone who wasn't his family in a while.

~

That meeting with Adam was a total waste. Not only did he waste their time and dismissed her idea after barely listening to her, but now the Exterminations were happening in six months! What was she going to tell her dad? If he knew it would probably send him into another depressive spiral. And he's been doing so good... 

Sighing, Charlie sat on her bed and tried not to wake her girlfriend. Staring at the phone in her hand, she debated if she should call him and tell him about what happened at the meeting or not. The decision was made for her when a text from her dad came through. A small smile on her as she looked at the message and picture sent to her. It was of her dad and an imp at a bar, arms around each other while drinking, big smiles on their faces.

'Look sweetie! I made a friend!'

Good for him. He deserved to have a good night out. And she was so proud of him finally getting out there and making friends. The news could wait until tomorrow.

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New Year’s Eve 1986 (part 1)

Steve Harrington is pleasantly buzzed from the bottle of wine that he stole from his Dad’s wine cellar and that he’s had all by himself when midnight approaches on New Year’s Eve in 1986. The whole gang is gathered in his house, and Steve is glad to see the place filled with life for once. His parents haven’t been home since Vecna ripped Hawkins apart, and Steve doesn’t think they intend to return. They bought an apartment in Chicago, and apparently, his mother loves it so much, she wants to stay there permanently. Steve doesn’t think it’s the full reason his parents left him behind in Hawkins, though. They would never tell him, but he knows they’re disappointed in him, and the catastrophic events around Hawkins probably just topped it all off. Steve is unsure if he’ll ever see them again and he doesn’t know how to feel about that. He doesn’t want to dwell on it either, so he occupies his mind with alcohol while he stares at Eddie Munson across the room, watching as he tells the kids a story and throws his entire body into it as he makes it come to life in front of them, gestures and movements so dramatic, Steve’s kind of entranced by it even though he can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Eddie’s got you under his spell again?” Robin asks, and Steve didn’t even notice her approaching, so he nearly spills his drink when she rips him rather violently out of his trance.

“For fuck’s sake, Rob,” he curses. “Warn a man next time.”

Robin chuckles, throwing an arm around his shoulders and squeezing him into a sideways hug. He can tell she’s not entirely sober by that alone, cause Robin is never a hugger unless she’s had a drink or two.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so obsessed with him that you tune everything else out.”

Steve rolls his eyes and shoves her away from him.

“I’m not obsessed with him,” he murmurs, knowing full well that’s not entirely true. He’s not about to admit it, though.

“Sure you’re not.” Robin cackles like a witch, and Steve gives her his most deadly glare in response. “You didn’t break your arm while playing basketball because you were too busy staring at him either. Totally unrelated events. Or that time when you dropped an entire stack of rewound tapes because he came into the shop and called you sweetheart. Ooor when Will came out to all of us and you literally zoned out because you were staring at Eddie instead of listening to the kid and I had to tell you again after we left. No relation at aaaallll,” she drawls, and Steve feels his cheeks heat up as he empties his glass. Robin might not be wrong with her list of isolated events, exactly— but it’s only because Eddie is pretty noticeable, alright? It’s not Steve’s fault that the guy knows how to get the attention of everyone in the room upon entering it.

Robin chuckles again and Steve kind of wishes a new portal to the Upside Down would open up just so he could push her through it and get some peace.

“I’m onto you, dingus. You’ve got a crush and his name is Eddie Munson. I don’t care if you claim you’re straight. My gaydar works impeccably and you, my friend, are gay for a certain brown-eyed metalhead.”

Steve reaches over to calm a hand over Robin’s mouth, frantically looking around them to make sure no one’s heard her theory that might not be entirely made up from thin air. He doesn’t know, okay? He never thought about the possibility before he found himself daydreaming about the freak from Hawkins High of all people. Eddie Munson. Goddamn him.

“Robin, I told you. I’m not gay. I like girls.” That part is not a lie, at least. Honestly, Steve is mostly just confused these days. So goddamn confused.

“Well, duh. That doesn’t mean you don’t like Eddie too, though. You could be bisexual.”

“Bisexual?” Steve frowns, trying to remember where he’s heard the term before. Robin slaps him around the back of his head.

“I explained that to you last time, but you zoned out then too because you were too busy watching Eddie on the dance floor.”

And well, okay. Maybe it is kind of becoming a problem that he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Eddie whenever they’re in a room together.

“Just tell me again, Rob,” Steve says with a sigh, and Robin kindly complies, which in turn leads to several lightbulbs switching on in his head. Bisexual. It makes sense to him, but a voice in his head tells him that if he calls himself bisexual, it also means that he admits that he likes Eddie, which he doesn’t. He’s always been brilliant at lying to himself. So he sends Robin away to tend to her girlfriend and goes back to staring at Eddie instead, nursing a new drink while he feels a little sorry for himself. It would’ve been so much easier to just be as straight as he always assumed he was.

When it’s time for the New Year’s countdown, Steve finds himself next to Eddie as everyone is gathering around the pool to watch the fireworks. Everyone else is paired up - Dustin and Suzie, Robin and Vickie, Nancy and Jonathan, Mike and Will, Eleven and Max, and Lucas and his new girlfriend - and Steve watches them all gloomily as they prepare for their New Year’s kisses. Eddie grins stupidly at him, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he and Steve are the odd ones out. It makes something twinge in his stomach, and Steve wishes he had brought his drink out with him.

“Looks like it’s just you and me going without a New Year’s kiss this year, Harrington,” Eddie says, bumping his shoulder into Steve’s. “I’ve been told it’s bad luck, but how much worse can ours really get, eh?”

Steve snorts, finally daring to meet Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s smile is almost blinding in the dimly lit pool area, and Steve wonders faintly how the hell that’s possible. Eddie leans a little closer, and the twinge in his stomach turns into a full-on flutter.

“Unless you don’t wanna risk it and pucker up, big boy,” Eddie says with a shrug, impossibly close now, and Steve’s heart suddenly beats so loudly, he can barely hear the others counting down the seconds. He knows Eddie is just joking, teasing him to rile him up, but god fucking damn it if Steve doesn’t want to kiss him. It kind of feels like he’s going to die if he doesn’t.

“…3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!” their friends yell, and Eddie’s staring at his lips as he wishes him a happy new year in a much softer voice. Something snaps and Steve takes his face in his hands before he leans all the way in and kisses him. It’s soft despite its urgency, and the surprised gasp that escapes from Eddie’s mouth makes Steve pull him even closer as he licks over the seam of his chapped lips. Eddie’s hands are on his waist and judging by the way he kisses him back, Steve gets the faint idea that he’s not the only one who really wanted this kiss.

“Happy New Year, Munson,” Steve says against his lips just before he pulls away, panting heavily as he finally gets fresh air back into his lungs. Eddie looks dazed as he salutes him and does a little bow.

“Yeah, Happy fucking New Year to me indeed,” he comments breathlessly. “I’ll be damned, Stevie.”

Steve smiles at him, trying his best to calm the raging swarm of butterflies in his chest. He’s bisexual then, alright. Robin grins stupidly at him from a few feet away, sending him a thumbs up, and Steve rolls his eyes as he flips her off. She might have won, but that doesn’t mean that Steve’s going to help her celebrate. He doesn’t have to either, because Henderson drags him away from Eddie before he can say anything else, asking excitedly if he really just saw him kissing Eddie and if that means he’s in love with him and they’re gonna be boyfriends and why he’s never told him he likes guys. And Steve thinks he should’ve gone to Robin to celebrate her win after all as the little gremlin grills him relentlessly. At least it distracts him from the onslaught of butterflies in his chest.

[system-of-a-feather]

Ah fuck it, I've been up and around a lot more and our fiance + the system's found a new character to clown around being me / "being literally just Ray LMAO" and most of The Elders in this system don't front much other than me cause most of the time I have to cause Primary Gatekeeper and also cause honestly I hear everything so its really fucking hard to not just hear or see something severely stupid and got go "okay what" and since I've been feeling a little more talkative than usual, I figured I'd do an alter intro

Our system "doesn't do alter intros" by my own decree and decision with my wife system mom Lucille - but I'm the Primo Gatekeeper so I make my own rules and exceptions

Anyways I'm Ray, the name was chosen by Riku like 4 years ago cause it bothered them that I literally did not care for a name and just told them to call me PR which is ironic cause I'm not the Public Relations guy (better these days, but still). He/him, while I do admit I am technically probably nonbinary, I identify as a trans man.

I'm the textbook dapper masculinity guy and its a meme that I came straight out of the 1950s-1970s dapper FBI agent. I primarily listen to easy listening (Sinatra, Dennis Aarrsen, the Olive Garden Playlist) but I listen to some JRock, JPop, and a some symphonic metal and rock.

I am also just factually a barn owl as it is my representative bird in the system.

Anyhow, I pretty much have the system largely structured around myself and while these days I don't do much unless one of the "kids" asks for help or some really weird shit is going on, pretty much any large decision passes through me.

Also I really didn't choose nor was originally split to be a "dad" alter - I just got assigned it by the resident stupid overpowered gatekeeper little like a year or two ago and I got really comfortable with it.

I'm the OG fire starter that got us back into being jocks and I have a bit of a hobby (arguably according to Lucille, Riku and XIV, it can reach into obsessive compulsive / borderline eating disorder levels when I'm not doing well) in reading up on what I call "fueling the body efficiently" - but since XIV is more enthusiastic and needing fitness on a day to day + he is a host, I've left him to take the lead on physical exercise and supplement him as his Coach cause dude has more stamina and thrill than me, but he's also stupid as fuck half the time.

I'm required by law of our fiance and the system to also state that I am just Roy Kent apparently (its true) and I was going to post an art of me, but I don't think Riku or anyone has drawn me in a long while and I don't want to post someone else's work solely because I am too lazy to find a credit so...

Just have Roy Kent (why is his first name literally one letter from mine as well this is rude)

[heatwayve]

NAOMI & JOSH & ANGEL — DAY FORTY.

location : daybeds.

time : day 40, morning

summary : naomi completes her challenge by getting angel to spoon her and josh hates it

featuring :  angel / @dobits + josh / @graftisms

naomi: on the surface it seems like a simple enough task, but it's not like you go up to some guy who's not your boyfriend like, 'oh my god, please, spoon me, i'm desperate.' it's actually so silly, and naomi feels like she's got her work cut out for her even when she talks to callie about it – obviously giving her a heads up. she takes the opportunity when angel's alone on the daybeds, curling up close next to him. "hey," she greets, voice and demeanor all soft, though kind of a hard sell to seem like a girl in need of some comfort after the night she had. "i'm sick of this, both of us being, like, wifed up and busy. you gotta make more time for me," she says.

angel: “sup, babes,” angel says. then, tongue firmly in his cheek, “i mean, mrs. josh.” mostly ‘cause he has no idea what the dude’s last name is. in any case, he reaches over to teasingly pinch her cheek. at least she can admit to being wifey, angel smiles at their paralleled domestication. “i’m a househusband, actually. different vibe.” he’d been stretched out on his back, arm tucked back behind his head, but rolls to his side to give naomi his full humored attention. “m’kay, gimme the gossip then. what’s been goin’ on with you?”

naomi: "yeah, yeah," she rolls her eyes, a smile playing at her lips, "whatever, mr. callie." maybe they're not as official in nomenclature but they may as well be, really, and she'd fight him on that. teeth snap at angel's fingertips as he reaches over to pinch her, trying to bite back. "yeah, what's the distinction then?" she asks him, moving in close so their bodies are touching, her head resting in the crook of his arm. "please, everybody in the villa knows what's up with me. though, wait, actually -" god, she actually has such a story to tell him about a missing vibrator, but it's so not a spooning vibe. she needs to temper the mood down or she's gonna have him giggling instead, calling callie back over to conspire or something. she takes a breath, "if i ask you something, you'll give it to me straight?"

angel: “the distinction is that i’m a big, manly husband, obviously,” he says like duh. like it wasn’t just yesterday he was proclaiming himself jude’s wifey. well, naomi’s right about that, it’s hard to miss updates about her when josh is literally shouting them from the rooftop. he interjects playfully in her pause, “what? is it true you were dressed up in a canadian flag when you asked him to be your boyfriend?” words travel in the villa, for sure, but not before getting goofily jumbled. plus, angel just likes to tease her. he turns more serious at her question though, brows popping up on his forehead as he nods earnestly. “yeah, of course. what’s up?”

naomi: "right, so that means you . . . mow the lawn, love to grill, listen to weezer?" she asks, nose crinkling. the suggestion that she'd be dressed up in the canadian flag to dtr sounds like something out of jay and silent bob go canadian, eh? (real film) so she's got to roll her eyes, but truthfully, angel's not even that far off. but all the cringe was kind of worth it for the look on josh's face. "mmh, yeah," she nods, playful smirk tugging at her lips, "and i was covered in maple syrup, too." endeared by the earnest shift in angel's demeanor, she smiles slightly. her comfort around him isn't a charade, though she's subtle about the way she turns her weight, glancing over her shoulder at him. at what point does it start to count as a full spoon? "do i look a total fucking mess right now? rate these eyebags."

angel: “mhm, m— weezer?” nose scrunches in a mimic of her’s. “iron maiden, baby. does your old man listen to weezer?” that would be hilarious, especially considering who her dad is (whose identity he’s learned since casa). there’s a distinct sweetness to her smile, probably not even related to the supposed syrup. he’s surprised she doesn’t argue that he was the one to ask her to be official, obviously. something cute about that, too. “awww,” angel squeezes her upper arm, shaking her a bit, before he lets it lay awkwardly between their bodies. he snorts some at her question, his arm still a barrier between them as he tries to lean over her shoulder to be able to get a look. “naomi — jesus, i can barely even see you.” it’s not as if they both aren’t touchy feely people, he’s not really thinking twice about it except that maybe she is trying to hide something with her back to him. he’s chuckling patiently. “the hell are you doing? swear, i’m getting flash backs to when we shared a bed.” with her pointing the opposite way and angel probably taking up too much room, except now there’s proximity. “of course you don’t have eyebags.”

naomi: "well, no. but he doesn't mow the lawn or like to grill either," she adds. she's basing this off daytime comedies. "he likes italian operas. you can have that one for free, in case they have another islander trivia night," she adds with a wry smile, the first indication that she might be slightly bitter about the last one. "shut the fuck up," naomi says, though he's barely said anything, his perception of her and the possibly adorable nature of her current relationship status makes her blush. "nuh-uh, if you were getting flashbacks, you'd be starfishing right now," king of taking up space. "i'm just actually so exhausted, i feel like it shows," she sighs, shifting her weight back against him, hoping she sounds pathetic enough to be taken seriously for the allotted time before she can pop up with a surprising amount of energy. "can you just hold me for a sec?"

angel: “oh, right, yeah. who doesn’t get down with an italian opera?” chock full of sarcasm. “man, really hoping we don’t. think we all know each other a little too well now.” at least they can rest easy knowing there won’t be another movie night, though, with that consideration, angel’s a little wary what people might do with that knowledge. “hey, i gave you plenty of room. you only take up, like, this much space anyway,” he argues, fingers pinching a teeny bit of air. it’s a far cry from sleeping with callie, both of them tangled up in each other. angel frowns a bit, is about to offer to give her space to sleep when she poses her question. “oh —,” he naturally gives pause to the newness of this kinda favor coming from naomi. but far be it from angel not to cuddle. “yeah,” he says softer, vaguely confused, like when he’s trying to figure out what one of his little cousins are wanting from him. in any case, he throws an arm over naomi and scoops her into his chest, his head still inclined up a bit so he can see just the edge of her profile. “everything’s good, right?”

naomi: "i only took up that much space because you were taking up the rest," she retorts, flicking at his pinched fingers. honestly, it's a funny comparison that in casa, naomi flirted with angel on the first day and callie compared angel to her brother. now, angel feels like family to naomi and callie's railing him in the hideaway. his reaction to her request is so endearing, unexpected, especially because she would've never asked something like this of him – to be held – without prompting from producers. she feels so when he wraps his arms around her without question, almost feeling guilty that she'd pictured it like a challenge. "yeah," she nods, "everything's good, i swear." she makes eye contact with adela as she walks by and flashes her a grin and a tiny thumbs-up close to her chest, like, victory, bitch. "you can go now, if you want, i'm like, two seconds from crashing."

josh: he's walking by, minding his own business, used to the tangle of limbs that usually decorate the daybeds. but it's the sight of naomi's face that makes him do a double take, pressed against—fuck, what's that guy's name again? jenny's back-up guard dog, if last night was any indication of it. he doesn't mean to interrupt them, but by the time he recognizes what's going on he's stopped in front of the bed, eyes narrowed despite trying to not completely lose his cool. is this what having a girlfriend means, that she can press her ass against any other guy and it be okay? it doesn't help that he catches the tail end of the grin meant for adela, assuming it's because of angel. "what's so funny?" he asks, with only a little snark. he's trying to check himself, fully aware of how much of a mug he looks like right now, towering over them. "oh sorry, am i interrupting something? i can go." doesn't this guy have a girlfriend? ffs.

angel: it seems like naomi’s halfway to lullaby lane by the way she keeps her back to him, so he’s keen to give her the space she asks for. naturally, it’s then that josh throws a snarky (but only a little) shadow over them. angel’s aware of how it might look, he’s also aware that josh might still be bent out of shape by the presumably un-fun night he promoted for himself, so angel’s willing not to make matters worse. “no, no,” he tells josh as he carefully snakes his arm out from under naomi’s head before leaning over to smack a kiss against her cheek. “don’t throw me in a locker, i’m goin’, swear,” angel tries to show him a smile to imply his joke as he lifts himself off the daybed, then amiably taps josh’s arm. “she was just saying she was, like, mad tired. you two kids feel better, ‘kay?”

naomi: she has to fight the urge to literally facepalm when she hears josh's voice. she thought she'd been more tactical – trying to be quick about this while josh was inside somewhere so she could just regale him with the funny story about it later. maybe on the dance floor at tonight's party. "seriously, don't go," naomi's lips turn downward into a pout as she sits up a little on the daybed, positioning her arms so they push her chest up – like maybe he'll forget to be pissed (or at least he might forget to bother with angel) if she uses the right distraction. she reaches her hand out, beckoning him closer, "c'mere."

josh: "who, me?" a hand reaches out like he's gonna grab her, until it dramatically splays across his chest instead. his head makes a show of moving around, watching angel walk away (completely ignoring him as he got up) and looking around to see if there's anyone else nearby. "i thought you wanted him not to leave," he nods in angel's direction, voice a little too breezy. "it's okay, i can get someone else for you. dylan's gotta be around here somewhere."

naomi: jaw drops comically when he fakes her out, a scoff of disbelief on her lips as she tries to keep from grinning at him. naomi can't help but be amused by the dramatics, because from her vantage point, it's all so silly.  "oh my god, i literally just told him to go," she says, getting up on her knees so that she has the vantage point to try and reach for his hand again, to try and reel him back toward her. "don't be a prick," she's choosing not to play into the low blow any further than that considering the circumstances, "you might as well stick around because i'm not gonna let you go anywhere." she ducks her head slightly to hold his gaze, wishing there was a chill way to tell him to just trust her. "please," is her best attempt, a word she doesn't use too often. "stay."

josh: damnit, why is she smiling? now he wants to smile, momentarily forgetting the whole point of being mad at her for being pressed against some other dude, especially when she's looking up at him like that. stifling an exasperated groan in the back of his throat, he comes a little closer until his knees are nearly against the daybed, reaching down to hook two fingers to the bottom of her chin, drawing her a little closer. when she's looking at him like this, on her knees, it does help his mood. "you're not gonna let me go anywhere?" he scoffs, not sure if he should be entertained or annoyed. he's mostly the latter, but her shamelessness in this moment makes him feel like he's missing something. "you gonna tell me what the hell that was about?" his voice drops a little, not trying to make a scene of the scene he already caused.

naomi: "nope, no bailing now," she says this matter-of-factly, arms snaking around his waist as she rests her chin on his chest. there's still that smile tugging at the corners of her lips, especially as she watches him fight to keep his annoyed resolve. her gaze darkens a little as she looks up at him through her lashes, honestly a bit turned on that he's gotten all bothered about this – she wouldn't like the alternative. "josh," his name comes out like a sigh, though it's a little bit of a placeholder to give her an extra second to gather her words. "we were just laying out and talking, and i started falling asleep. like, it was a late night. i barely realized," she explains, as if she didn't specifically ask angel to hold her. but hey, she's already lying, so might as well. as hot as the edge to his voice is, she doesn't want him pissy at her all day over a stupid challenge. "i'm sorry, i totally wasn't thinking."

josh: josh sees through the puppy dog eyes, he really does. he can only assume that she's laying her charm on thick because she knows he's in the right and doesn't want to admit it. he just wishes that her look wasn't so effective on him, having to glance away to keep any semblance of cool, even if his hand reaches down to run his fingers through her hair—not particularly lightly. jaw tightens slightly at her comment, because it's not like he enjoys hearing that she was sleeping with some other dude, even if it was platonically (or he can only hope it was).  "he was putting you to sleep, then?" josh snorts (derogatory), finally looking back down at her. his hands move to grip the side of her face, two fingers pinching her cheek. "i'm also tired, you know," he says, voice low, "because someone kept me up all night. maybe i should go nap... you think adela's available for a spoon?"

naomi: a low, frustrated moan builds from the back of her throat as he tugs at her hair, surprising even herself with the sound – she didn't expect him to be so rough with her. maybe that's why she expected him to say something more possessive, rather than bringing up another girl. there's hurt that briefly flashes through her eyes before they fill with fire, aware that dare or not, she wouldn't have intended to hurt him. "angel and i are friends. he's just someone i'm comfortable around – it's platonic," she clarifies, because she hadn't really thought that she needed to until now. she doesn't make jokes about fucking him. "is that really what you want to do? you wanna go?" she hopes to call his bluff, her hand reaching up toward her face to touch his. "because i can find someone else to put their hands on me, but if you just don't want anyone else to touch, then say that," her voice is low, more honeyed than it is aggressive though it's not without a certain edge. naomi's gaze meets his as she guides his hand lower so that he can feel her pulse, the rise and fall of her chest – and then she reels back slowly, falling back onto the mattress so she's just propped up by her elbows, looking up at him with dark eyes. "so, which is it?"

josh: "adela and i are friends, too," he counters, "platonic." does platonic count if you wanted to fuck them at one point? it doesn't really matter, because josh thinks he can tell from the look in naomi's eyes that he had made his point. or maybe it's just because he doesn't actually want to go right now, the air between them crackling with intensity—the sexy kind. josh's eyes darken as he looks down at her, holding himself back from touching her exactly how he wants to right now, because of the vague recollection that they're in public. but it's hard for him not to want to react physically when she talks about other people touching her, even if josh knows she doesn't actually mean it. he can feel the rise and fall of her chest beneath the palm of his hand, his own breathing beginning to match hers, even their heartbeats feeling in sync. sometimes it feels like they know each other so well, josh can anticipate her moves; so when she abruptly pulls away to make her point, it doesn't even surprise him. her elbows have only touched the mattress for a beat before he's grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her towards the edge of the bed he's still standing in front of, so when he finally kneels onto it her body's pinned between him, and he's towering over her. "i wasn't aware i needed to clarify that, as your boyfriend." the word feels pointed, but it's only because josh is still trying it on for size. it fits like a new sweater, needing a few more cycles in the wash before it fits snug. "but fine," hands find hers to pin them against the mattress, fingers interlocking with her own, "i don't want anyone else to put their hands on you. least of all some fucking guy." sorry to angel, but he's just some dude. the bottom half of him leans down so their hips are pressed together, and josh gives her a serious look. "okay?"

naomi: god, she's going to owe angel such a massive apology later. if he'll even hear her out, that is, considering he's just been upgraded (or downgraded?) from mere challenge target to foreplay. she's got twice as much to talk to him about now. still, it's hard not to feel like she's won when josh's eyes go dark and he doesn't pull his hand away from her. naomi's usually turned on when josh is pissed, but usually she's pissed too and trying to hold back. this is kind of fun, feels like a new range of territory for them, and her eyes are charting out all of his mannerisms in a new light, the way his jaw tightens, raising the vein in his neck. there's a gasp from her lips that dissolves into surprised laughter as josh tugs her across the mattress, and she's equal parts turned on and amused by josh's macho display of bravado an utter seriousness over the whole situation – one that she has the perspective of knowing that there's absolutely nothing for him to worry about. she's so aware that he's absolutely going to kick himself over this later. naomi's quiet again as he leans closer, gaze flickering between his eyes and his mouth, not sure where to look as he pins her hands above her head. naomi's tongue swipes across her lips to wet them as she nods, wishing that she could lean up to kiss him in this moment, but she doesn't have the range of motion while she's pinned underneath him. her only weapon is her ability to carve her hips into his, which she does, slow and teasing. "okay, baby," her tone is placating, but a little breathless, "you're the only one." she has no idea if the rest of the villa can see them, but she does have the teeniest bit of self-awareness, and interest in more privacy. "now," her tone is measured, wrists tugging lightly to test his grip, "will you take me inside and prove it?"

josh: they go inside and bang.

[eyedrateanatomy]

wait i wanna explain all the seat numbers because me n my partner made this together and we had So many ideas during. like. a Lot

ignacio is easy to sit with at first but it is Tense. he doesnt tell you to move out of the way when he needs to get up to use the restroom so god forbid you have a tray down lest he just knocks everything on your lap. roy bugs him a bit with his incessant talking so he leans over doing that whisper yelling thing going "if you dont shut your mouth right now i Will shoot you. im not fucking around. i have a gun." and roy almost pesters him again until he sees a bump in his pocket and decides to shut up for the rest of the trip. ignacios already picky with the treatment he gets on the plane but everyone just assumes flights make him cranky. about two hours later though when everyones getting their food ignacios order is wrong, so naturally he crawls over your lap to make a scene in front of god and everyone about how inconsiderate and rude the flight attendants are and pulls out his gun. ignacio has to be strapped to a safety seat for the rest of the flight.

ross is chill and easy to sit with. the two guys in the back, not so much, neither are the guys in the front. roy keeps trying to annoy susie. hes bored, hes tired, he doesnt know how long the trip will take, he wants to know what shes listening to, etc. after like an hour and a threat from an old man does she finally decide to give him a part of her earbud. they listen to dark edgy vocaloid music on her ipod for the rest of the trip and roy wont admit that he likes it. susies in her own little world imagining her ocs in animated music videos to the songs shes listening to. jaune and radford in the front? god awful and annoying. just the worst. they have energy for days and they Can and Will talk for 8 hours straight. ignacio got up at one point to yell at them about it. like "you know the whole plane can hear you right? THE WHOLE DAMN PLANE?" and skiddad, whos Piloting The Plane, pulls out the radio to go "yep i heard the whole thing +:)" so jaune and rad decide to shut up out of fear... but they only last five minutes. jaunes always reaching behind her to ask if ross needs anything, and checks on the other kids and lila every so often. its only when the plane lands do jaune and rad finally ask for each others names.

patty is actually chill. if youre able to ignore the yappers behind you, you wont die around her. she does smell funny and watches weird opera movies on her screen, but at least shes not radford who decided to pull out his massive computer to watch the most shocking, fear inducing, gorey horror film on the planet. good luck trying to talk to patty though shes really got nothing to say.

lila is fast asleep for the whole 8 hour trip. she was awake for the first 30 minutes giving skid and pump some food and candy and setting up a cartoon for them to watch before putting on the noise canceling headphones + neck pillow and conking the fuck OUT. skid and pump are Naturally little hooligans, theyre rummaging through lilas purse trying to find more candy (that woman has a Lot in her purse. its like its bigger on the inside) and they accidentally get their wrappers everywhere. pump is reaching over to the seat in front of him to get it and it interrupts dexter n gregors little argument for a second before pump goes back to his seat. he then runs over to susie to give her some candy, and of Course he prepared for roy to ask as well so he got him some too before blowing a raspberry at him and walking away. at some point skiddad walks over to wrap lila in a blanket. bundling her like a spiders prey in its web... and pump keeps trying to get skid to turn around going "isnt that your dad??? skid turn around isnt that your dad. SKID. THATS YOUR DAD. SKID HES THE PILOT" and skids like "nahh my dad wouldnt wear the pilot hat, he always said hats mess up his hair" and this keeps going until skiddad leaves and skid only then turns around and goes See.

dexter and gregor are having the worst argument of their life, and its not Yelling (at first), but its really easy to eavesdrop on their bickering. dexter cannot stop going "i bet you like my mom. everyones waiting for you to admit it." every five minutes, and gregor has to keep putting down the bible hes reading (for fun) going "Listen. we just see each other every sunday and thats it. theres nothing more to it" and theres probably more to it but he is a Righteous Priest and hes literally in the clouds right now like. what if god hears. so dexters just really pissy the whole flight until he gets distracted by the chips given to him by the flight attendant. good luck being between all this. gregor and dexter also Constantly yell at skid and pump for being rowdy and loud. the whole plane is yelling at them, ESPECIALLY roy and ignacio. lila sleeps through all of it.

kevin is in his own personal hell right now. hes scooted all the way to the window trying desperately to avoid frank and it is Not Working. frank is too big. he laughs too loud, hes always moving in his seat and bumping into everyone elses, he eats like a pig, and when kevin Finally thinks he gets a break once franks tired, he finds out frank snores so loud it shakes the plane. kevin cant even leave hes literally trapped. if you wanna sit near kevin, you gotta get past the giant immovable object first. frank isnt the chattiest though so youll have some peace.

roberts stupid ass brother accidentally got him a seat away from his friends, and even though radford got them all wifi to text each other, rob still has to put up with Child Murderer Bob right next to him who keeps trying to ask Questions that robert keeps trying to Ignore and its not Working. at some point robert tried sneaking over to where ross is until skiddad showed up out of nowhere to go "nonono, you cant do that +:)" the plane started tilting a bit cause skiddad forgot he was piloting it so he had to speed up the process by picking rob up by the back of his shirt and placing him back to the proper seat. youre his only hope. please entertain him. at some point, robert asks streber to let him sit at the front with him, so strebers trying to ask the uncle if its fine if rob sits with them. the uncle isnt responding. streber just turns back and is like "uh sorry thats all i can do. haha" which is probably for the best.

this is the worst seat at first and its Not because of the uncle, but because streber is such a godawful annoying little shit. if you sit next to him, you Need to be prepared to put up with him rambling incessantly for hours on end about his inventions and books he read and friends and accomplishments and his entire life story. he doesnt listen when you tell him to stop Multiple Times, because everytime he tries to be quiet its like theres an itch inside him begging him to just keep telling you Everything. you cant ask the uncle for help if you tried, hed just chuckle and keep watching his telenovelas. even if he did tell streb to stop, it wouldnt work for long. but there is One thing that stops him, and that is the hungry motherfucker right behind him. bob just drools on him at first which definitely snaps him out of it. so its like... ok he'll be less distracting. he'll just doodle on his napkins. Now hes just hearing bob breathing heavily. so hes up going "i gotta take a whiz" and he hears footsteps behind him AND ITS BOB. hes not walking. streb turns back around after walking a bit more and bobs still standing there, but just a Little bit closer this time. and this keeps going till theyre up to the door, strebers like "ehm. can i help you." bob just says he needs to use the bathroom next and doesnt wanna wait for someone else to take it first. bob basically shuts streber up for the rest of the trip, and hes way too fixated on him to prey on you. the other guy? busy watching tv. congratulations! you now have the best seat on the flight.

Rick- hes the flight attendant. just before this he worked as a security guard in the airport and was fired for letting ignacio bring a gun on the plane because he didnt care. he was then hired as a flight attendant twelve minutes later.

Skiddad- hes the only pilot and only god knows why hes doing this or where hes taking everyone.

Evermore + Garcia + John + Jack- theyre on a private jet, evermore and garcia are lounging it up while john and jack are trying to ignore captain and shotgun man bothering them and keeping them from working. this was deliberate on evermores part.

choose wisely