#and hes never seen her in a bikini until after he finds out shes a witch and coco drags her to go BUY a bikini and go to the beach

[theemporium]

It was meant to be a cute date day out on the yacht during summer break.

You had dedicated a week of the summer break to spend in Monaco, to just relax and spend time with each other without the concerns of flying anywhere around the world (though you knew your boyfriends would have probably booked a few getaways for you to ‘surprise’ you with in the following week). And it had been perfect. 

You had spent some time with friends you missed during the first half of the season. You shared a few meals with the Leclerc family. You basked around your shared apartment and enjoyed being lazy after such a hectic schedule for the last few months.

It was Charles’ idea to take the yacht out on the water, and you and Lando had eagerly agreed.

Charles just didn’t really think it through. Between the hectic schedules, jet lag and hangovers that hit their bodies a little harder than not sometimes, it was rare to find moments to fully indulge in you and Lando without having some sort of stressor over your heads. 

Whether it was late nights with the risk of missing early morning meetings, or the fans spotting you as you stumble around a club together. Whether it was exhaustion taking over your bodies through work and travel, or even just one of you not being in the mood. It was harder than people assumed to just sleep with your two partners.

And it seemed like the weeks had built up for the Monegasque. 

His thoughts were anything but innocent when the three of you boarded the boat, waiting until you were a few minutes away from the dock before you shedded off some layers. His mind was spinning when Lando pulled his shirt off, the low-rise swimming trunks giving him the perfect view of his tanned torso, chiselled abs and v-line disappearing beneath the waistband of the trunks. His head was going to explode when you pulled your cover-up off, exposing a little red bikini number he had never seen you wear before as you pranced around the boat without a care in the world.

Charles Leclerc was losing his damn mind, and it was purely his partners’ faults.

It took an hour before either you or Lando noticed how touchy and clingy Charles was. It wasn’t something completely out of the ordinary for Charles’ hands to linger or for him to place a few chaste kisses here and there—but this was something else. 

You noticed the way his fingers would always trace along the waistband of Lando’s trunks whenever he was within arms length. You noticed the way his gaze would always drop to his stomach and wander lower. You noticed the way his fingers playfully tugged on the strings of your bikini top. You noticed the way his focus always seemed to be on your lips whenever you spoke to him. 

You noticed the bulge in his swimming trunks, but he wasn’t doing much to hide it either.

“Is this what you wanted, Charlie? Wanted to see our pretty girl on her knees?” 

Charles let out a groan as his head fell back against Lando’s shoulders, his hands reaching back to hold the boy close to him as he tried not to come in seconds. Because he could have. He could have done so far too easily and he didn’t really want to deal with the embarrassment of it. Nor did he ever want this moment to end.

“Look at her,” Lando murmured, his voice a little breathless as his eyes locked on you. “She’s so good for you. Fucking lucky too.”

“Wanna be good for both of you,” you murmured, the fabric of your bikini top abandoned somewhere by one of the deck chairs as you squeezed your tits together. You leaned forward, bouncing up and down as your tits enveloped Charles’ sensitive cock. 

“You’re so good, cherie,” Charles mumbled breathlessly, his chin tucked against his chest as he looked down at you. He bit down on his lower lip, a muffled moan leaving his lips as he watched the way his cock slid between your tits, the way your tongue darted out to tease his tip, the way your eyes never left his. “Feel so fuckin’ good too.” 

“She always looks pretty with your cock,” Lando murmured, trying not to sound too whiny but Charles read right through him as he turned his head, his lips pressing against the Brit’s in seconds. “Mphm.”

“Don’t be jealous, mon cher,” Charles murmured as his tongue darted out to tease the Brit who whimpered in response. “M’gonna take care of you too.”

“Yeah?” Lando whispered, blinking a little dazed. 

“Yeah,” Charles groaned as his hand reached back to tangle his fingers into Lando’s curls, keeping his lips close as he playfully nudged their noses together. “Need you to be a good boy for me too, gonna need you to clean up the mess I make on her tits, okay?”

Lando whined, nodding his head.

“Mes amours,” Charles groaned proudly before kissing Lando senseless, letting his other hand gently caress your head as you continued to squeeze his cock between your tits until he blew his load all over you.

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[kaliforniahigh]

Fic request idea? You and Noah have happily been together for a few years. Your next anniversary happens while he's on tour so you secretly coordinate a plan with Matt to surprise Noah in whatever city they're in. After you get to the hotel, you look for Noah. You find him outside by the pool area talking to a pretty girl in a bikini. The girl puts her arm around him and takes a selfie. She keeps her hand on him way too long and gets a flirty look on her face. You've seen other fans interact with Noah and are always unbothered but now you've never felt so jealous and sick to your stomach, so you go back to your room. What you didn't see was Noah politely remove the girl's hand and turn her down. After a brief nap, you still feel really sick and emotional (more so than usual) and Noah doesn't know you're there yet so you debate if you should just go home. You can fill in the next parts but include lots of angst, avoiding each other, avoiding calls/texts, reader still feeling sick, talking about that misunderstanding. It all ends with you telling Noah "I'm pregnant".

I love dad omens :((( Thank you the request. I hope you like it! Hopefully I didn't stray too much from what you wanted.

Warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, reader is insecure, jealousy, a little bit of angst, happy ending. I think that's it. Noah is ecstatic about being a dad.

WC: 4k (I haven't proofread this yet!)

Requests are closed for now.

Eight years was a big milestone. It's been eight years since you've been dating the love of your life. Spending anniversaries apart wasn't anything unsual for you two. Noah was on tour for the most part of the year, and chances are he would be somewhere far away when the day of your anniversary arrived.

This year was no different, he was all the way on the east coast, while you stayed in your California home. But something felt different this time around.

It was no secret you and Noah had a very active sex life, that became even more active whenever he was about to leave for tour. However, you were both very careful every time. He always wore a condom, since you couldn't be on the pill due to health reasons.

A few weeks after he left, you started to feel the first symptoms. At work, you noticed you needed to use the bathroom so frequently, you sworn you were in the bathroom every fifteen minutes to pee.

You felt more tired than usual, almost being late for work a couple of times, since you couldn't open your eyes long enough to get up from the bed.

At first, you thought your immunity might be too low or that you needed to take some vitamins. But when the nausea and vomiting started, it got you more concerned. You decided to check your app to see when was the last time you have gotten your period.

You suspicions were confirmed when you saw that you didn't get your period at all this month. Running to the pharmacy, you thought that buying a pregnancy test was your best option until you could get a consult with your doctor.

While you were cruising the isles, you thought about Noah and how he would feel about this - if the test came out positive. You've been together for a long time, and you've discussed having a family many times over the years. Getting married and having kids were on your agenda, but not for right now.

You were both under 30 and he was so busy with the band, you could see the problem in trying to raise a baby when he was so far away for months on end.

You lived in a different state than the rest of your family, so having a support system here in California would be so difficult. You would be on maternity leave, sure, but at some point you would have to go back to work, and who would take care of your baby then? You didn't want to put them in daycare so early.

Your mind was running with a million thoughts, as you grabbed two Clearblue tests and ran to the checkout line. The cashier noticed your uneasiness and didn't attempt to make any small talk.

Now, you were sat on the toilet as you eyed both tests, gathering the courage to take them, because once you did, the situation would become very real.

You wished Noah was here with you. You didn't care if would freak out or stay calm, you just needed someone to do this with you. You debated calling him, but decided against it. You wouldn't tell him a life-altering information with him on the other side of the country.

You had no other choice, so you took your pants and underwear off to pee on the stick that would probably change your life forever. You watched the countdown on the stick with a bated breath. You looked away, not being able to look at it as it did it's thing.

You gnawed at your nails, biting them and even drawing some blood in the process, legs bouncing incessantly. After a few minutes, you grabbed the test again and looked at the little display.

Pregnant.

Tears welled in your eyes as you put the test back on the counter. Crying was the best response you could conjure up right now, so that's what you did. You sat on the bathroom toilet and cried your eyes out, sobs racking through your body as it became difficult for you to breath.

After minutes of this, your body began to feel exhausted and you seemed to be running out of tears. You tried to breath more evenly now, standing up from the toilet, you washed you face and blew your nose. Not being able to do much else with how emotionally exhausted you were, you decided to just go to bed and sleep this off. Tomorrow was Saturday, so you had the whole day to think about this.

You went under the covers and grabbed your phone, looking at some pictures of baby Noah that he has sent you over the years, a little smile playing on your lips at the sight of him so cute and so small.

You wished for your baby to have his eyes, his beautiful voice and kind heart. You wondered if they would have his dark, straight hair or your light and slightly wavy one. You wanted them to inherit his height so you could get them in some kind of sport, maybe basketball or volleyball. Or maybe their dad would teach them how to play an instrument and they would be in a band as well.

Your heart felt a little lighter at all the scenarios you were conjuring up in your mind. Your eyes felt heavy from all the crying and soon you were plugging your phone to charge on the bed side table, cuddling up to Noah's blanket, drifting off to sleep thinking about the little human you were growing inside of you.

The next day, you texted Matt and started to organize a surprise for Noah on tour. You knew they had a two day break next week, so you would use those days to surprise him and tell the - hopefully good - news.

You spent the week getting your bags ready and the house organized before you left. You even took the time to run to the store and pick up a baby onesie that said "rad like dad" on the front, along with a box for you to put it inside with the pregnancy test you kept.

You thought about scheduling a doctor's appointment before traveling, but you wanted Noah to be there with you, and since tour was wrapping up not too long after you visited, you decided to wait.

Even though you felt like he would be happy with the fact that you were going to have a baby, you still needed to be prepared to talk about your options if needed.

As you sat on the plane, thousands of feet up in the air, you willed the discomfort in your stomach away. You knew that the possibility of you feeling sick on the flight was real, but you would avoid it as much as you could. You rubbed your still flat belly, a silent way to tell your baby to settle down, as you closed your eyes and tried to nap.

The next time you opened your eyes, there was only an hour until you touched down. You coordinated everything with Matt. You had your room you would be staying in to get everything ready for your surprise. It wasn't much, you just planned on leaving the box with the onesie and pregnancy test inside on the bed for him to see when he came into the room.

It was a nice hotel, with a big pool according to what you saw online, and you totally intended on taking advantage of that, soaking in the sun and playing in the water.

After you landed, there was an Uber waiting to take you back to the hotel, Matt assured you they all went out for lunch, so there was no chance of you running into Noah in the middle of the hotel lobby.

Checking in, you took your bags up to your room, taking a few clothes out and hanging them inside the closet. You put your toiletries in the bathroom and took your airplane clothes off in order to take a warm shower and change into some new clothes.

You were drying your hair when your phone pinged with a succesion of text messages.

Noah: Hi, my sweet love. The boys and I went out for lunch and now we're sitting by the pool.

This is the life.

Wish you were here with me. I love you so much.

You smiled the biggest smile of probably the entire week. He had that effect on you every time.

You: Hi, baby! Enjoy the pool for me. Can't wait to see you again! I love you more <3

You replied and decided that a trip downstairs to the pool was in order.

You grabbed the box, onesie and pregnancy test you brought with you and set everything on the bed. You were glad you haven't messed up the bed yet by yanking the covers off, this way everything looked more put together.

You put on your bikini and before you put on one of Noah's shirts over your body, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The thought of having a baby didn't terrify you as much anymore, and you actually pictured yourself sporting a beautiful baby bump, a sign of the love you and Noah shared.

Snapping out of your reverie, you grabbed some sunscreen and your sunglasses and made your way to the pool area. You staked the place out first, trying to sneak up on him.

You saw him in the distance, along with Jolly and Folio. He was taking pictures with a couple of fans and you didn't think much of it, until you observed a little and saw that he seemed awfully comfortable with these barely clothed girls.

You were never jealous, you actually thought the pictures he took with fans were cute most of the time, and he was always respectful, mindful of his hand placement and avoiding getting too close. There were actually a few pictures out there of him doing the hover hand, not wanting to touch another girl's waist.

But this time, not only was his arm wrapped around her middle, his hand was clutching her waist, her body sticking to his, boobs - covered only by the thin cloth of her bikini top - smushed on his chest. You looked at his face for any sign of discomfort, but he was sporting a grin on his lips.

The girl wraps her arm around his torso as the other girl behind the cellphone snaps the picture. As they were separating, she took the opportunity to take his hand in hers, and you saw a look on her face that only another girl would recognize.

It was a look of hunger and she was blatantly flirting with him. His grin never faltered and you were left wondering why in the hell were his hand still holding hers.

You didn't stay to see the rest of their interation, a wave of nausea hitting you and you were sure if you didn't run back to the elevator you would throw up all over the place.

As soon as you entered your hotel room, you barely had the time to close the door behind you and ran to the bathroom, spilling all of the contents in your stomach into the toilet. You threw up until there was nothing left to come out, and you wondered if it was the pregnancy making you feel sick or if it was what you just witnessed.

Either way, you sat on the bathroom floor, all the energy and excitement leaving your body, as well as the confidence you build up about having this baby.

Noah was young, he toured the entire world and met so many new faces. What if one day he decided you weren't enough for him anymore and he needed someone new, someone more exciting. You didn't want to ruin the rest of his life by tying him to you because of your baby. You knew relationships like that always became bitter and hateful.

Your phone buzzed next to you on the bathroom counter and you saw it was a text from Matt.

Matty: We're by the pool. Noah went up to his room, do you want to surprise him there?

You sighed. That was your plan, but it all completely fell apart just minutes ago.

You: I don't feel so good. I think it was the flight.

Matty: I have some medicine in my room, do you want me to drop it off at yours?

You debated on what to tell him. It all felt so painful having to deal with all of this on your own. Maybe talking to someone would do you some good. Matt was always good at giving advice, and he knew Noah as well as you did, maybe he could shine some light in your situation.

You: ok, I need to talk to you, though, it's kind of serious.

Matty: oh shit, I'll be there in 5.

You only had time to brush your teeth before there was a knock on your door. You left the bathroom to answer it and sure enough, Matt was standing on the other side,

"I realized I didn't ask what you were feeling, so I grabbed the whole medicine bag", he held up a bag with a red cross on the front. You could always trust Matt with medicine, he always carried all sorts of things with him.

"It's ok, come on in", you stepped inside and he followed after you. You weren't actually gonna take anything, since you didn't know what you could and couldn't take due to your pregnancy.

"Hmmm", you heard Matt hesitate, before saying "Y/N, am I meant to see this?", you looked over at him and saw him poiting to the surprise on the bed. You have completely forgotten you placed it there before leaving to go to the pool.

"I was about to tell you about that, actually", you sat down on the bed and put your face in your hands.

"This is good, right? We're happy about this?", he questioned as he dragged one of the chairs in the room to sit in front of you.

"We were happy about this, until maybe fifteen minutes ago"

"What happened fifteen minutes ago?", he asked you, noticing the crestfallen look on your face.

"I went down to the pool area to surprise Noah, and I saw him taking pictures with those girls, and I don't know, I felt this monster grow inside of me and I just couldn't take it", you gave him the short version.

"Those girls were very pushy. What did you see?"

"I saw him very happy to be touching the body of a woman who is almost half naked beside him. His face wasn't exactly sad", you rolled your eyes, the images flashing back in your mind.

"Y/N, you only saw half of it, I swear that is not what happened", he told you and you gave him a look for him to keep going. "Ok, so we were sitting on the chairs by the pool, when these two girls approached us and asked for pictures. We said ok, because this happens all the time. They took pictures with everyone and Noah was the last one. He was standing next to her, both of his arms were placed in front of him, and he wasn't touching her at all", he really looked at you when saying this, and you nodded to show him you understood.

"But I guess she wasn't good with that, she grabbed his hand out of nowhere, and forcefully placed it on her waist. He was so shocked, he didn't know what to do. Her friend snapped the first picture and I guess she wasn't happy with that either, because she told him he needed to smile. So she told her friend to take another one. He didn't even share a word with her, because he honestly didn't know what to say or how to act in that situation"

You thought of every other fan interation you've seen him have. He was an introvert and sometimes didn't know how to react to things, specially when fans are involved. You suddently felt angry, not at him, but at the girl coming at him like that.

Was she even a fan? Or did she only want a picture to boast about meeting Noah? And the nerve she had, telling him to smile?

"He went up to his room after the interation, he was very overwhelmed", Matt finished his explanation.

"He must be feeling so bad", you thought out loud.

"He was just uncomfortable, you know how he is about his privacy and personal space", he observed.

"I know. I feel so bad for jumping to conclusions", you sighed out loud.

"Hey, don't feel sorry. You have a whole other thing going on here", he pointed to the pregnancy test.

"About that, I might need your help once again", you told him, a little nervous tilt on your voice.

"Sure, just tell me what to do"

So you told him to text Noah, telling him to come to room 305 - your room - and meet him there.

Matt left with a hug and a good luck, and you paced around the room, thinking about how these next minutes would play out.

A knock on the door came not too long after, you looked in the mirror, realizing you haven't changed out of Noah's shirt from earlier. But you hurried to answer the door anyways.

"Did you change your...", his voice trailed as soon as he saw you standing on the other side of the door. Jaw going slack and eyes widening in surprise.

"Surprise?", you said, opening your arms for him.

"Are you real?" he said in disbelief.

"Hug me and find out", it took him a few seconds for him to snap into action, crashing into your arms and hugging you tight.

"I can't believe you're here, oh my god", he said, hands roaming everywhere and touching every piece of you he could. You parted for a second and looked him in the eye.

"Yeah, I am", you giggled at little at his shocked expression.

"How did you do this?" he asked, taking your face in his hands. Neither one of you caring you were still standing on your door.

"I had a little help from Matt"

"Remind me to thank him later", he gave you a peck on the lips, both of you smiling into the kiss. "Get in that room, I have nothing to do for the rest of the day"

You stopped him from trying to walk you backward into the room.

"I actually have a surprise for you. I need you to close your eyes", you told him, a sheepish look taking over your face.

"Hmm, a surprise? I love that", he wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed and slapped him lightly in the chest.

"It's nothing like that, silly. Now close your eyes", he did as he was told, a smile still lingering on his face. You closed the door behind you and led him to stand in front of the bed.

You stood to his side, wanting to see his every reaction to this information, as you told him to open his eyes.

A million thoughts raced on his head, the first thing he saw was the onesie, "rad like dad" written on it, next was the pregnancy test and he has to lean a little closer to read "pregnant" written on the little display.

"You're pregnant?", he asked, looking at you. His mouth was agape and his eyes were even wider than before.

"Yeah"

"We're having a baby?"

"Yeah"

His hand flew to his mouth, attempting to cover his shocked expression, muttering "oh my god" to himself over and over again. You wouldn't lie, you were starting to freak out a little bit. A few seconds passed before something snapped in him. He gathered you up in his arms, your feet almost lifting from the floor.

"I'm going to be a dad? You're gonna make me a dad?" he asked, face buried in your hair.

"Yeah, you're gonna be a dad", you said, stroking his hair. His body shook a little and you could tell he was crying. You let him have his moment, so you just hugged him and stroked his hair softly. After a few minutes, he parted from you, with eyes glossy and cheeks wet with tears, but his smile was so big, it could light up a whole room.

"You make me the happiest man on this planet, I can't even believe this is real", he still held you close to his body. You suddently felt crazy for ever overthinking this.

"I'm not gonna lie, I was pretty nervous when I found out", you admitted, his smile fell a little at this.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I can imagine finding out you're pregnant by yourself was pretty scary", his hand stroked your cheeks.

"It's ok, you're here now, that's all that matters"

"Take your shirt off", he told you, taking hold of the bottom of your - his - shirt.

"Noah, I don't know about this. I haven't been to a doctor's appointment yet" you said, unsure if you should be doing this.

"I don't mean it like that. Just take your shirt off, please?", you did like he wanted, as he kneeled in front of you.

He splayed both of his hands on your belly and started talking to your baby.

"Hi, sweet girl, this is your dada", he started, and you could die happily in this moment. "I'm so excited to meet you, but it's gonna take a while until we get to do that. Until then, you'll stay warm and healthy in your mommy's belly", he tapped your belly twice to get his point across. Tears welled in your eyes at the sight before you. You have everything you could have possibly wanted in the world.

"Daddy loves you so much already, you're going to be a spoiled little girl when you come to the other side. And you're gonna have the most amazing and beautiful mommy in the world", he looked up at you, to see tears streaming down your face. He got up to kiss them away. "How do you feel about getting married with a baby bump?", he asked you, and you sobbed even harder.

"It sounds really nice", you crashed on his arms, and he moved the both of you to lay on the bed, carefully placing the onesie and pregnancy test on the bed side table.

He cuddled you closer, hand stroking your belly nonstop, a habit he would develop during your pregancy, along with talking and singing to your bump. When you calmed down a little, he got up to turn off the lights and grab the remote, turning the TV on and getting back on the bed, pulling the cover over the both of you.

"Thank you for being the most amazing man on the planet. I honestly wouldn't know what to do without you", you told him, he thanked you with a kiss on the lips.

"The band is taking a break after this tour, and there is no questioning about it. I wanna be there for you through everything. I wanna help decorate her nursery and go to every doctor's appointment", he told with determination.

"You keeping calling the baby a girl", you giggled as you pointed it out.

"I just know it's a girl", he started to draw swirls with his finger over your belly.

"Well, she's gonna be the biggest daddy's girl", you laid your head down on his chest, his soothing movements making you sleepy.

"Damn right she is"

You were about to fall asleep when you felt his body tighten underneath you.

"Oh my god, baby, I had the weirdest fan interation today, I need to tell you about it", you could hear the frustration and annoyance in his voice. You laughed at it.

"Tell me all about it"

[aphrogeneias]

i always think about fights assistant!reader and rockstar!eddie would get in. Like they are hiding their relationship and it is insanely stressful on both of them. I imagine one fight would be about Eddie having to do a photo shoot with a model and you aren't even actually mad at him, you're just jealous this random girl is touching him the way you touch him in private. So you get all quiet and moody the rest of the day until you blow up at Eddie about it

the way i see assistant!reader is that you're a very mature person, maybe you had to mature earlier because of the career path you chose, or through other circumstances, but you're a tough cookie. but you're also shy and softspoken, although you work with people all the time, that's just the way you are.

and when you see eddie surrounded by all these other women — the models, the groupies, other artists — you can't help but feel inadequate, it's natural. they're everything you're "not". the sex symbols and the bombshells, the girls who wrap themselves around him and try to get him in their beds, or backstage, or anywhere with a flat enough surface.

you know it's not his fault, and it's not the girls' fault either, as far as they know he's single. but that hurts because comparison hurts, it is the thief of joy after all. you see the model your boss hired all over him, in a leather bikini, matching his own leather outfit, and the way her red manicured hands grab his arms and shoulders, it's like they're clawing at your own heart.

you feel silly, like a teenage girl again. pining over the guy she can't have, but you have him. just not in the way that matters most.

when eddie finds you later, sitting in another room, obsessing over your notebook. scrapping notes over their schedule, anxiously bouncing your leg. he comes up behind you to hug you around the shoulders, but you flinch. he flinches too, unaccostumed with that kind of reaction.

"what happened, baby?"

"i don't wanna talk to you right now, eddie."

he takes a step back, still facing the back of her neck. his stomach drops. he wants to reach out, but her posture remains guarded. instead, he faces her.

"what do you mean you don't want to talk? did i do something?"

you don't answer, still not meeting his pleading eyes. "did i do something, y/n?"

he never calls you by your name. tears flood your eyes, but you don't let them spill. vulnerability is something you had to unlearn, and eddie still couldn't get through that wall if you didn't want him to.

"no, eddie. i did." you swallow through your tears. they still don't fall. "i made a stupid decision and now i need to face the consequences," a bitter chuckle rises up your throat, "figures."

it takes eddie a while, but he catches up. "am i your stupid decision?"

slow steps. the sound of your notebook left opened on the table, a pen hits the surface. your feet meet the ground, and you stand. still, you don't know what to say.

"i'm having to repeat myself a lot here, sweetheart," there's disappointment in his tone. "why am i a fucking stupid decision? because of a photoshoot? because of my fans? or because you weren't brave enough to be seen with me?"

eddie barks, but he never bites. the way his eyes are set on you, a hard line on his brows, says otherwise. but you can't let him explode, can't let the other hears. you're the one who makes the difficult decision again. for once, you wish he did.

"i said i don't wanna talk to you right now."

you cry once you're out of the building, behind the tinted windows of the car you requested to drive you back to the hotel. eddie cries in that same room, already regretting everything he said.

[violets-and-books]

The Crows at the beach

Kaz:

Ultimate mum friend

Doesn't go near the water but finds a spot for all their stuff and guards it with his life

Has 7 individual water bottles, each named and coloured a different colour

The only time you will ever see him in a T-shirt

This man wears jeans to the beach and you can't change my mind

Has 5 towels and also a picnic blanket to sit on

Has individual snacks for each person in tupperware

Only ever gets up from his seat to chase Jesper up and down the beach with suncream

Will deny being a mum friend no matter what but everyone knows the truth

Inej:

Sits with her sunnies on a towel and reads a book

Has an appropriate amount of suncream on and never forgets to top up

Buys everyone ice creams at the end of the day

Plays volleyball and tennis with Jesper, Nina and Matthias

Wades in the shallows with Jesper and splashes him a lot

Tries to tease Kaz into building a sandcastle with her

Convinces Nina to put suncream on

Wears a cute top and shorts

Jesper:

Speedo. He wears a speedo (much to everyone's disappointment)

Refuses to wear suncream but after being chased all along the length and breadth of the beach by Kaz gives in

Teases Wylan on the car ride there and back and gets a towel in the face both times

Once he gets in the sea, you have to fish him out with a net

Plays volleyball and tennis with Inej, Nina and Matthias. He and Inej lose. Jesper's a sore loser

Decorates Wylan and Kuwei's sandcastles

Wylan:

Takes about 100 pictures of the beach, the sky, the sea, everything

Wears a T-shirt, swim shorts and sunnies

Will throw sand at anyone if provoked

Doesn't go in the water until Jesper drags him into the shallows. Then you can't get him out

Searches for rock pools with Kuwei

Finds and keeps any shiny rocks or shells or pieces of sea glass he finds

Has a very serious sandcastle-building competition with Kuwei

Tries to get Kaz to judge the competition and fails

Pushes Kuwei over in the shallows and then runs for his life

Nina:

Wears a bikini and one of those massive floppy hats

Will not put suncream on, she wants to tan

Immediately throws herself down on a towel to sunbathe and falls asleep

Buys everyone fish and chips at lunch

Plays loads of sports with Matthias, Inej and Jesper

Takes a load of beach selfies

Will swim but only if she's not swimming alone

Buys one of those ships in bottles you get from the seaside. She has seven already

Won't drink water unless cajoled into it

Tries and fails to get Matthias to recreate a scene from Titanic

Always complains about being hungry and wanting ice cream

Matthias:

Tried to wear jeans to the beach but was attacked by Nina and a pair of swimming trunks

Spends most of his time building a model of the Ice Court in the sand

Puts on way too much suncream

Complains about the heat to anyone who will listen (no one does)

Don't let him near the water, you'll lose him forever

Judges Wylan and Kuwei's sandcastle competition

Decides it's a draw (so he doesn't get murdered by either)

Absolutely thrashes Jesper at volleyball, tennis and pretty much any sport Jesper challenges him to

Tries to climb the rocks in his swimming trunks and nothing else

Convinces Nina to drink water

Kuwei:

Has swimming trunks with little flames on them

Goes searching in rock pools with Wylan

Snorkels for hours but gets too excited whenever he sees a fish and swallows a mouthful of water

Chases Wylan for half an hour after he pushed him in the shallows

Collects shells only to lose them before they go home

Talks to Wylan about all the fish he's seen. They try to identify them

Tries flirting with Jesper and gets pushed in the shallows (again) because of it

Builds too many sandcastles and then destroys them all on purpose, laughing at the chaos

Climbs one rock and declares himself King of the World

[ddejavvu]

stepdad!aaron request perhaps

it’s summer and reader is in and out of the pool in the backyard and steps inside to get a drink after a while still dripping wet with a clinging bathing suit and aaron tries to act innocent like he wasn’t staring at r through the window but he can’t help it i mean he’s only a man and how easy would it be to just slide the bikini bottoms out of the way and then r catches him staring (fantasizing) and calls him out and smut follows

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni. (cw: stepcest; don't like, don't read).

the plotline that you described was too long for a blurb so i just took the idea of him seeing her in her bathing suit and did what I could!

Aaron isn't paying much attention to the pool party outside, because there's work to do in the form of numerous reports on his desk. Witness reports that he needs to pair with their crimes, ME reports he needs to sign off on and tuck away into files, budget reports that he needs to stuff with receipts so that the higher-ups know that yes, they did need to stop for gas four times in Florida, the numbers aren't a mistake. His world feels like a never-ending mountain of paperwork until he hears the sliding glass door open, and he glances to his left where he sits in his office to find you sliding your wet flip-flops off onto the pavement before stepping inside.

You're dripping wet, but there's a towel over your shoulders that catches the runoff from your bathing suit. You grin sheepishly at him, muttering a quick, "Hey," as you reach for a packet of chips from the bowl on the counter.

"How's it going out there?" He asks, head suddenly grounded on his shoulders and no longer buried beneath paperwork. He leans back in his chair, all too content to see you take a seat at the barstool to munch on your snack before returning outside. You turn to face him in your chair and the cut of your bathing suit is on full display, wrapped tightly around your thighs and showcasing the droplets of water you'd missed with your towel that rest on the supple skin there.

"Jack and his friends are a handful," You glance back outside, "I wasn't even that hungry, I just needed a break from their splashing."

"I don't blame you," He chuckles, setting his pen down, work long forgotten, "Once you're an adult, splashing isn't as fun as it is irritating."

You grin at his comment, "Are you gonna get out there too, Aaron? I don't think I've ever seen you in swim trunks."

Briefly, Aaron wonders if you want to. Though he's not sure he'd look as good in trunks as you do in a bikini, so he might elect to just watch you from the sidelines.

"I don't even think I have swim trunks," He chuckles, "But I might sit out there for a while and get some sun. Garcia says I'm inside too much, and that I need a tan before I turn invisible."

"She's a smart woman," You laugh at the imagery, "Come on, Aaron, take a break and come sit in the sun with me for a bit." You stand, chips held in one hand and towel clasped in the other, "I need someone to help me reapply sunscreen, anyways, I'm not trying to get skin cancer."

He can't say no to rubbing lotion into your back.

"Alright," He stands, abandoning his paperwork and opening the sliding door for you, a hand on your back as he leads you back outside, "This bathing suit's pretty on you, honey."

You turn back to him and grin from where you're already popping the cap off of the sunscreen, chips set on the table beside the deck chairs, "I knew you'd like it. That's why I bought it, you always like me in red."

You barely give him any time to process your admission before you're turning to put your back towards him once more, holding one hand over your chest while the other tugs at your bathing suit strap to pull it out of its neat bow, "Can you re-tie it after you're done, Aaron? I can't reach."

He takes the sunscreen from you, glad you aren't facing him to watch him both blush and chub up beneath his thick jeans as he smears the sunscreen over your back and begins rubbing the substance smoothly into your skin, "Yeah, sweetheart, I'll tie it."

[latoyalestrange]

THE FOOL

p. pascal x reader

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Naela doesn’t know if she can take another five months of this. Mandatory bonding time on the beach helps replenish her sense of hope.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, pedro being caring and cute af, not edited, smoking, alcohol, mutual pining

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue , @babukat

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CHAPTER FOUR — METHOD ACTING

Naela normally wasn’t so excited to go to sleep. Friday night was different, though. Knowing she didn’t need to set an alarm was a weight lifted off of her shoulders. She couldn’t wait to go to sleep so she could wake up refreshed and on her own volition.

Except that’s not what happened.

Around 9:15-ish, the sound of someone knocking on her trailer door stirred her out of her very deep sleep. She was drooling and everything. She thought maybe if she turned over and tried to go back to sleep that it would go away. But when did things ever go her way?

Knock, knock, knock!

With a heavy sigh and a groan, she pulled herself out of bed and groggily walked over to the door. It took a few tries to unlock it, but she eventually swung it open. Oh shit.

Pedro, in a half-open linen button up, swim shorts, and a tote bag stood in front of her, his mouth slightly agape and eyes surely wide behind the Ray Bans he was wearing. His expression immediately made her realize she had forgotten to put pants on. To be fair, she was half-awake, and she was a hot sleeper.

“Um- hi…” she said with a tired voice, breaking the silence.

He looked around to see if anyone was looking. “Um, let me— let me come in so people don’t—“

“Right, right, thank you…” She stepped aside so he could come in.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He was more comfortable now with her alone and his sheepish smile returned.

“You’re okay, I needed to get up anyway, I think,” she replied unsurely, making him laugh. “What time is it?”

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check it. “Nine-seventeen. Did you get the text about Beach Day?” She looked puzzled, so he continued. “Last night they sent out a text, I think it was while we were here. I didn’t see it until I got back to my trailer.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I passed out after you left,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, you could barely keep your eyes open,” he joked.

She looked embarrassed. “You could tell?”

“Yeah. It was cute, though…” Struggling to find that right words, she just chuckled. They were quiet for a moment.

She cleared her throat. “Um, if you wait for like, five minutes I’ll get dressed and meet you outside,” she offered.

“Yeah, of course. No rush.” They just smiled at eachother before he turned to leave.

Naela had never seen herself get ready so fast. Within ten minutes, she had brushed her hair, changed into a bikini and put a tank top and jean shorts on top of it, put sunscreen all over herself, and took a few extra seconds to put her favorite lipgloss on.

Pedro was leaning against her trailer when she stepped out. “Ready?”

“Yup!” She answered cheerfully, sliding her sunglasses down to match his. “Is anyone else coming?”

He started to lead her towards the parking lot on set. “Yeah, Boyd and Joanna are waiting in the car. It’s supposed to be a ‘bonding exercise’ of sorts,” he replied with air quotes and a cheeky smile.

Soon enough they were getting into the SUV that was waiting for them and enduring a bumpy ride to a more private section of each in Puerto Escondido, Córdoba.

Surprisingly the sun was more forgiving that usual and the wind kept them cool. Naela could smell the salt even before she got out of the car. The sound of the waves crashing as they approached gave her a sense of relief that only being at the beach could.

As they were laying out belt towels under an umbrella, Boyd pulled out a frisbee.

“Let’s test out the water!”

“Oh, god, I’m terrible at this game,” Joanna groaned.

“Catch?” Pedro teased. She rolled her eyes.

“No, specifically the throw part.” The group laughed.

“Don’t worry, we’ll look stupid together,” Pedro added, placing a hand on her shoulder as he smiled.

“Pedro looking stupid? Never,” Boyd replied sarcastically. Naela laughed especially hard at that.

Pedro turned to her, “What, is it the mustache?” He contoured his puckered lips with his fingers, trying to make a “cool” face.

Naela giggled, then answered, “I won’t lie, it took some getting used to, but it’s grown on me.” She instantly thought of the moment he revealed his new look to her.

It was the first day of shooting, the day after the whole “manager-purposefully-withholding-contract-details” situation. She was in a funk, to say the least, but she hoped her makeover would lift her spirits. She had no idea what was in store for her, but sometimes change feels good, right?

She could feel the butterflies as she stepped up to the trailer door and swung it open. The first thing she saw was the stylists back turned towards her. Once she stepped in and looked into the mirror she barely saw a glimpse of Pedro before he put his script in front of his face.

She gasped, “Oh, let me see, let me see!” She could see his shoulders shaking as he laughed behind the paper.

“No, she’s not done yet!” The stylist straightened her back, then made a few more adjustments.

“Actually, I am.” She corrected him. Naela smiled, staring at the thick stack of papers separating them.

“Okay, fine…one, two, three,” He stammered out quickly before dropping the script into his lap. Her hand instinctively covered her mouth as it hung open. She was silent for a moment, unsure if she was admiring him or just in shock.

“Muy bonita?” He asked, smirking playfully. She nodded slowly.

“No, muy guapo, Pedro…y muy bonita.” They laughed in unison. Maintaining eye contact, he rose to his feet and she suddenly realized how close she was to the chair as he was sitting down.

Standing tall above her, he replied, “Gracias, princesa.” His voice was lower than normal, more gravely. She blushed as she stepped aside to allow him to pass. He lingered for a minute before turning to thank the stylist. With his back turned, she just stared as he left.

Naela…Naela…Naela!

“Sorry, what?” She blinked away her trance and shook her head.

“We’re gonna get in the water. You comin’?” Boyd asked as she noticed everyone shedding their cover-ups.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” She nodded and followed suit, peeling off her fitted top and jean shorts. Feeling the breeze in places she normally didn’t, she felt exposed and a little chilly.

“That swimsuit is so cute!” Joanna chirped, smiling sweetly at her.

She mimicked her, “Aw, thanks.”

“Yeah, I was gonna wear something like that but I didn’t want to outshine you,” Pedro joked. Naela scrunched her nose at him and nudged his shoulder.

The group laughed at she retorted, “You could never!”

After a few minutes of practice, Naela was getting in the groove. She was throwing and catching the frisbee much more than she expected herself to.

“Naela!” Boyd called out, signifying it was her turn. He flicked the frisbee into the air, accidentally using a bit too much force. Naela tried to chase after it, winding up in a deeper spot than beforex and right as a wave was coming for her.

Just like that, it swallowed her whole and she was tumbling under the water. A few scary moments of this passed before she felt herself being pulled out of the current with ease.

“You okay?” Pedro chuckled, smiling down at her as he pulled her to more shallow water. She took a few deep breaths as the others gathered and she planted her feet in the sand.

“Yeah, I’m good,” She confirmed, a little embarrassed, but still smiling. Pedro stood right next to her, his hands still ghosting over her arm. Then, they traveled to the bundle of string on her side, which was coming apart. He retied it without question, making sure it was secure. She blushed and mouthed a “Thank you”, her nervousness keeping her from being more forward than that.

“Sorry, Naela. If it makes you feel better that dive for the frisbee looked cool,” Boyd added as they got closer. She chuckled, feeling a bit better.

“I was getting hungry anyways. I volunteer the boys to go get us food while we sunbathe!” Joanna cheered as she took Naela’s wrist and began walking back toward their umbrella. Pedro and Boyd looked at eachother, then the girls, seeing them smiling at eachother as they walked away. Who were they to say no to them?

“Sooo,” Joanna began expectantly as she plopped down on her own towel next to Naela. She turned, giving her a puzzled look.

“So what?” Naela asked, chuckling.

“So you and Pedro!” Naela instantly rolled her eyes.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I can’t believe what Mike did wasn’t technically illegal.”

Joanna shook her head, “No, sweetie, you and Pedro. I see the way he looks at you.”

“Yeah, but we’re just acting then.” She replied, a little quieter now, feeling unsure. “Plus, I have a boyfriend, and Pedro knows that.

Joanna shook her head. “Sure, he knows. I just don’t think he cares,” she teased in a melodic tone. She giggled and let her head fall back, laying flat. “Just my professional opinion.”

“Oh, is it now?” Naela played along, laughing with her.

A while later, the boys returned with two boxes of pizza. (pretend there’s a pizza place here i couldn’t find one in my research) Joanna clapped her hands together as she sat up and made room for Boyd on her towel. Naela did the same for Pedro and they all gathered around the pizza boxes.

“Oh, wait!” Joanna perked up, jumping to her feet to get her bag. The group laughed as she pulled a bottle of white wine out of her bag.

“Perfecto, Joanna!” Pedro smiled and immediately reached out, offering to open it. She oblidged and Naela watched as Pedro put the cork in between his teeth. She noticed the familiar flutter in her stomach as she saw him use the trick she taught him and pulled the coke out with ease. He passed the bottle to her first for a drink. She blushed as she took it in her hands and took a casual swig before passing it on. Boyd had already opened the box and started on his first slice, so Naela followed suit.

Her first bite took her back to being a kid at the pool and being starving after swimming for so long. Then taking the heaviest nap of her life.

After a few moments of silence as they stuffed their faces, Boyd was full and took out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Pedro, who accepted graciously. Naela watched as he put the stick between his lips and flicked his silver lighter, burning the tip with the flame. His brow furrowed, making for a tempting focused expression. He pulled gently on it as he pocketed his lighter. He exhaled and finally turned to face her, purposefully aiming the smoke away from her. He smirked and took the cigarette in his two fingers, holding it out to her.

She panicked for a second, unsure of what she should do. Before they could notice, she took it in her fingers and brought it up to her plump and soft lips. She inhaled slightly before immediately spitting the smoke out and handing it back to Pedro.

“Yuck,” she admitted. Joanna passed her to bottle as the boys chuckled. She took a generous sip to clear the taste out of her mouth. “I prefer weed,” she added. At this, the other three burst into laughter.

Looking at them, Naela felt special. She felt comfortable, safe. Especially with Pedro.

Ding! Naela felt her phone buzz as it lie next to her on the beach towel. The group’s chatter ceased as she reached for her phone.

Josh: Call me please.

“Oh, I’m gonna make a phone call real quick.” Naela said quietly as she looked down at her phone.

“No worries. Everything okay?” Pedro asked, meeting her eye with a concerned look as she stood up.

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’ll just be a second.” She mustered up a smile as she began stepping away. He nodded, mirroring her expression. Once she was a few feet away, she instantly dialed her boyfriends phone number. It only took two rings for him to answer.

“Hello?” He answered casually. Did you not just tell me to call you?

“Hey, you said to call you…” she trailed off apprehensively.

“Yeah, I just wanted to see what you were doing. You’re off today, right?” She really couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“Yeah, we’re doing group bonding stuff today—“

“Group bonding? Like what?”

“Oh, we’re just at the beach right now, we were playing some games but we took a break to eat.” Please don’t be mad about the swimsuits.

“Okay…sounds fun….well, what I really wanted to call and say was I’m sorry. I overreacted. I looked up some stuff about PR relationships and how they filmed intimate scenes and…yeah, I’m sorry. This is just part of your job.” Naela didn’t realize it at the time but getting the smallest ounce of bare minimum from him made her feel incredible. All he had to do was be nice to her and she would be fawning over him in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, it’s okay,” she responded, feeling a huge weight lift off of her shoulders.

“Thank you, baby. Just remember to call me when you can, okay? I love you.”

“Okay. I love you too.”

Maybe everything was turning out exactly as it was supposed to.

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[musubiki]

what's lime's fav outfit that mochi wears? (also my friend and i both follow u so im waving hi to her through this ask since i know she'll see it hi ilu)

Bikini SKDJDJDG SERIOUSLY THO.,., i feel like probably her not-date outfit???? But i feel like thats more about the context of it cuz of them going out for time togetger!! Or her pajamas actually??? Cuz she looks so cute and sometimes she wears a spagettii strap crop top and/or shorty shorts and lime is.... 👀💦

[sunlightmurdock]

Trouble in Paradise | 0.7 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Previous Part | Next Part Synopsis: After the most painful break-up of his life, Rooster is stationed in Hawaii for the next six months. Alone, away from home and hurting, he finds comfort in the arms of a stranger.

Warnings: Warnings: no use of y/n, age gap (rooster is in his mid-30s, reader is in her early 20s), smut, p-in-v, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, angst, hurt, injuries and hospital stuff from someone who knows nothing about hospitals

…

“Hello?” Bradley’s brows are furrowed as he answers the call. You never call him, and especially not in the middle of the day — you know he’s working.

“Rooster, hi.” It’s one of your friends. He can’t tell which, he just recognises that it’s not your voice. He’s standing by his plane, having just come back down from an exercise. “It’s Kit.”

“What’s up? I’m kinda busy.” He tries not to sound irritated into the phone, but he has to admit that he isn’t thrilled about your friends prank calling him in the middle of the afternoon. If that’s what this is.

“Could you come get her?” Kit asks, sounding a little more urgent this time. Rooster realises she’s slurring her words slightly. “She hurt her foot really bad.”

He furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean hurt it? — where are you guys?” It’s only 3pm. He wonders how the hell you’re all drunk already.

“It might be broken,” Kit hiccups. Rooster pinches the bridge of his nose. This is the last thing he needs today. He looks up and catches Hangman looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “We’re a couple of miles up from her place. I can text you the location, will you come get her?”

“I’m working.” Rooster sighs, turning away from facing Hangman.

“She’s asking for you.” Kit whines. “Please. Her shitty ex-boyfriend is here and he’s being a fucking dick.”

Rooster checks his watch.

“Text me the location, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” He mutters begrudgingly. “Don’t let her move until I’m there.”

He slips his phone into his pocket and turns. Rooster gasps, finding Hangman now standing right behind him.

“Where ya headed?” Hangman teases, passing a toothpick between his teeth. Rooster rolls his eyes and nudges past him, not dignifying that question with a response.

“Seems urgent.” Hangman comments. Rooster can hear boots behind him, knowing that Hangman’s following him.

Hangman stumbles as Rooster spins to face him suddenly, catching his balance and standing upright again.

“I’m sick, alright?” Rooster announces sternly. “Tell Admiral Bates that I’m sick, and that I’m going to see a doctor.”

Jake’s stands there, watching his friend walk away. His brows scrunch curiously. If Rooster’s seeing someone, Jake doesn’t know why he’s going to such great lengths to hide it.

Amy broke up with him, Rooster’s free to do what he wants. Jake has to admit, he was shocked when Chloe told him Amy had dumped him. They always seemed so good together. He was more shocked when he got here. He was expecting Rooster to be a broken shell of a man. That’s how he knows that Rooster’s seeing someone new.

Blowing off work, however — that’s a new level of whipped in Jake’s books.

Rooster pushes his sunglasses up onto his head as he makes his way down onto the rocks. He’s never been here before and directions Kit sent him weren’t exactly gold standard, but he’s here. He can hear loud music so he knows he’s headed to the right place.

He rounds onto the beach and knows he’s definitely in the right place. It looks like every other party. There’s a group of drunk girls standing in a circle, so he guesses you’re in the middle of that.

“Oop, Daddy’s here. You’re in trouble.” One girl giggles as he gets closer. He’s seen her with you before but hasn’t bothered to learn his name. He realises he must look mad, trying to soften his features before he gets to you.

The girls get out of his way. You’re sitting on the ground with your ankle in a drinks cooler, resting your head on Ella’s shoulder. He furrows his eyebrows as he looks you over. You’re in the same pink bikini from the first night he met you, you’re drunk too.

“What happened?” He asks as he crouches down to you, lifting your chin and looking over your face. There’s an open cut above your eyebrow, it’s still bleeding a little but there’s also dried blood that has trickled down onto your cheek.

He looks at Ella expectantly.

“Rooster!” You smile, wincing in pain as your eyebrow raises and disturbs the cut. He puts his hand on the back of your neck, stroking your skin gently to let you know that he’s here.

“We were rock jumping, she —“

“I fell.” You interrupt Ella, pushing your good foot against the sand and grabbing her shoulder, trying to push yourself up. Rooster grabs your shoulder, planting you back down on your ass.

“That asshole pushed her, she fell and hit her head and her foot got caught in one of the rock pools.” Ella mutters angrily, glancing back over her shoulder. Rooster follows her gaze.

The boy she’s talking about is tall and skinny, a skater boy type. He’s smoking a joint and talking angrily amongst a group of other guys his own age. Under different circumstances, maybe Rooster would have found it amusing that there was no contest between him and this kid.

“He pushed her?” Rooster’s brows furrow. You groan. He kisses the top of your head delicately and nudges closer to you. He turns your head and examines the cut on your brown again. It’s wider this time, you for sure need stitches.

Ella squeezes your hand and that’s when Rooster notices the bruises on your arms too. It must’ve been a pretty bad fall.

“Yeah, Corey was trying to pick her up to throw her in — and obviously she told him to get the fuck off of her. He got mad.”

Rooster shakes his head. He’s furious, but that idiot isn’t his priority right now.

“Let me look, alright?” He skims his hand along your shin, curling his fingers around your calf muscle and lifting it so that he can look at your ankle. It’s swollen and a deep purple bruise is already settling in.

“Doesn’t even hurt.” You mumble. Ella rolls her eyes and squeezes your shoulder. She isn’t sure whether that’s the alcohol or just you trying to be brave in front of Rooster.

Rooster sighs. He’s no doctor but he has seen a fair few shattered bones through his life. He thinks that this looks pretty similar. It makes his blood boil. This isn’t just an accident — no one fucks their ankle up like this over an accidental push.

Still, he isn’t here to beat up some stoner that’s a decade younger than him.

“Alright, come on.” He sighs, tucking one arm around your back, hooking his other under your knees. “I’ve got you. Try and hold that ankle steady for me, alright?”

You grumble something incoherent, your head lulling to the side to rest against his black t-shirt. He lifts you up with him, tucking you safely against his chest.

“Give me her phone, I’ll text you and let you know what the hospital says.” Rooster holds out the hand that’s tucked under her back. Kit steps out from the crowd of girls and hands him your phone.

“No hospital.” You complain. “Please.”

He shrugs you closer to him, shushing you softly. You whine and turn your head to bury your face in the familiar warmth of his chest.

“How much has she had to drink? The hospital’s gonna ask.” Rooster sighs. He’s been here before. They all shrug. He nods his head.

“How are you all getting home?” After he’s gone, they laugh about him asking this. It’s adorable, that’s he’s concerned for them.

Rooster settles you into the truck, your back propped up against the passenger side door and your leg stretched out across the bench. You blink hard as you look him over. He’s still in his flight suit, it’s just tied around his waist.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble as he begins to drive. He squeezes your good ankle.

“We’ve all been there,” His voice is so calm. His thumb strokes your ankle gently as he drives slowly to avoid the bumps in the road. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I’m sorry for making you leave work to come get me.” You frown. He looks across at you and smiles softly.

“No one made me do anything, baby,” He decides. “I’m here because you needed me. I want to be there for you.”

You don’t answer him. That’s a heavy statement for a drunk girl with a possible concussion to take in. He glances across at you every now and again, taking note of the way you’re watching him.

“Almost there.” He promises, catching your eyes start to blink heavily. He slides his hand up and squeezes your knee, “Come on, keep your eyes open. Stay awake for me, alright?”

“I feel really tired.” You complain, shifting against the uncomfortable truck door. He’s glad you aren’t comfortable, knowing that the manual window crank pressing into your back is probably the only thing stopping you from falling asleep right now.

That’s not good. There are a lot of reasons you could be tired. Sun exposure. Excessive drinking. A concussion.

“I know, baby,” He squeezes your knee again and shakes your uninjured leg softly to keep you awake. “Just a little longer.”

He wishes he had some water or something to give you. He’s stopped at a red light around the corner from the hospital. Rooster shakes your knee again, groaning in frustration at how long this is taking. You turn your head to rest it against the back of the seat and Rooster notices that the cut above your eye is bleeding again.

“Baby.” He nudges you. Nothing. “Hey, baby. Honey. Open your eyes, baby, two more minutes.”

You whine and push your good leg out, kicking at his hip. He sighs in relief as he realises you’re still awake.

“Tell me about your day.” It’s all he can think of to keep you talking to him. He’s expecting you to tell him about your asshole ex-boyfriend.

“It was fun.” You smile at the thought. Rooster laughs. He’s spent the whole drive here concerned for your well-being, halfway terrified that you’re going to pass out in the truck. Yet, here you are, smiling and telling him you had a good time.

“Yeah? — This is what you call a good time?” Rooster laughs, shaking his head as he pulls into a space at the hospital. You smile and nod at him.

He gets out of his side and walks around to you, lifting you into his arms once again. You press your lips to his neck. He feels bad that he’s taking you into a hospital in just a bikini, but this is Honolulu so he expects you’re not going to be the only person in the ER in swimwear.

There’s an older lady behind the counter, who’s eyes go wide when she sees him carrying you. The blood from your brow has now continued down onto your jaw.

“Hey, she — she had an accident at some kind of party out on the beach.” Rooster shifts you closer into his arms. “She hit her head and her ankle might be broken.”

The nurse cranes her neck to inspect the cut on your head as she slides a clipboard toward Rooster. You look a little colorless, sick.

“How long has she been bleeding?” The nurse asks, reaching out and brushing your hair back to get a better look. Rooster shakes his head, “I don’t know, I wasn’t there. An hour, maybe two?”

The nurse’s eyes widen slightly. “Is she responsive?”

Rooster looks down at you, “She was. She says she feels tired. Her and her friends were all drinking.”

“Okay, come with me now.”

That’s never happened before. In his history of being in the emergency room, he’s never been just walked right through before. Maybe he has more reason to be worried than he thought.

Once you’re in a bed, he’s handed a clipboard and told that he can stay while you get stitches. That’s good, because you grab his arm and don’t let go the entire time.

“What’s your date of birth?” He whispers, furrowing his eyebrows as he stares at the dotted line. The nurse shoots a concerned look between him and you as you mumble out a date.

“Huh. I’m a cancer.” He pencils in the answer. His brows furrow as you press your fingers tight into his arm, worried that the stitches are too painful for you.

“Oh no.” You whine. He realises then that you’re upset about his star sign, and chuckles softly as he fills in the rest of your details.

You look him over. He’s so handsome. He isn’t even trying to be. Then you look down at the dried blood on your fingertips.

“Rooster,” He looks up expectantly at you. “Am I still pretty?”

The nurse looks like she’s about to laugh. He chuckles softly and nods, “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, honey.”

You close your eyes, happy with his answer. He continues on with the paperwork.

“Baby, who’s your emergency contact? — You want me to put me or Ella?”

“You should probably put my dad.” You mumble, hissing out softly as the nurse continues with your stitches. Rooster lifts his head and furrows his eyebrows slightly, confused.

“I thought you didn’t talk to him anymore.”

“But he’s on the island and I’m on his insurance plan.” You explain, gasping and pressing your fingers into his arm. Rooster’s brows knit closer together. He is? You look at the nurse, “He’s in the navy.”

She smiles politely and nods, letting you know that she’s almost done. Rooster pales. The nurse glances between the look on his face and the flight suit tied around his waist and connects the dots.

“Alright, sweetie. That’s all fixed up for you,” The nurse smoothes back your hair delicately, “I’m gonna get you started on an IV, get you some fluids. That’ll make you feel better, then we’ll see about getting you downstairs for an x-ray, alright?”

You nod tiredly and shift in the bed, pulling the covers closer to you.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, blinking at Rooster.

“What’s your dad’s name?” He leans forwards and rests his elbows on his knees. You smile across at him, then shake your head,

“Doesn’t matter. You probably don’t know him.” You sigh tiredly and shuffle down in the bed, laying your head back against the pillow. “He’s in Lemoore most of the time, he’s just here this week.”

The nurse returns with a small cart. You grab Roosters arm again as she lifts a needle.

“If your dad is on the insurance information, we’re going to have to call him to verify,” The nurse explains. She’s looking at Rooster as she says it. “That’s going to be okay, right?”

You turn your head to look at Rooster too. He nods his head at the nurse, “Yeah. Of course.” You lift his hand and kiss his knuckles delicately. He turns yours over and presses the back of your hand to his lips, holding it there and watching as the nurse inserts an IV.

“She shook start to come to a little more now.” The nurse explains. Rooster nods and thanks her. “The doctor needs to come and examine the ankle, then we get get her some pain meds.” He nods again and watches her leave the cubicle, drawing the curtain behind her.

“Rooster?”

“Hm?”

“I’m really cold right now.” You murmur, closing your eyes. He smiles softly, kissing your hand once more.

“I can go see what I can find, you gonna be okay on your own for a bit?” He pushes himself up from the chair and leaves the clipboard in its spot. You nod tiredly.

He leans over and kisses the top of your head, careful not to touch your fresh stitches. You look up at him, still looking kind of dazed after your fall. He smiles and brushes his thumb over your cheek. He really hopes your dad has never heard of him.

The gift shop doesn’t have much by way of clothes. The best that Rooster can find is an extremely touristy black hoodie with a tropical circle design in the middle reading Honolulu in graphic lettering. It’ll do. It’s better than the flimsy bikini you’re in at the moment. Plus, he figures pants are a no go anyway with the state of your ankle.

You’re sitting up when he makes it back to you, shivering as you sip on a glass of water. There’s a doctor pressing tenderly to your ankle. Your face relaxes as you see him, smiling as he holds up the hoodie.

“God, you’re such a tourist.” You smile at him as you take it from his hands. You decide to wait until the exam is done to put it on.

“Dr. Harper,” The woman extends a hand out toward Rooster. “Your relationship to the patient?”

“Boyfriend.” Rooster answers without thinking. The doctor looks towards you, but nods nonetheless.

“The good news is that I don’t think it’s broken. We’re going to take you down for an x-Ray to be sure, but you should be out of here in a couple of hours.”

Rooster waits patiently in the ER for you to come back. He keeps waiting for some four star Admiral to burst through the doors and attack him for screwing his daughter. But no one turns up. Out of sheer curiosity, he does ask the receptionist if your father is coming.

She shrugs her shoulders, “He just confirmed the insurance. Didn’t even ask if she was okay, or if she had anyone here with her or anything.”

Rooster furrows his brows as he sinks back into his seat. He rests his chin against his fist. What kind of parent hears that they’re going to be paying for stitches, x-rays, IV’s and a cranial exam — and doesn’t even ask if their kid is okay?

“Hey, Sailor.”

He looks up and grins. You’re wearing the hoodie and balancing on crutches, a nurse at your side keeping your stable. Rooster pushes himself up from the chair and wraps and arm around your waist, kissing your cheek.

“Hey, baby,” He smiles. The nurse smiles with him as she releases your waist, comfortable in that fact that he has got you. “How are you feeling? Is it broken?”

“Stage 3 sprain,” You shrug your shoulders.

“Grade 3.” The nurse corrects you, making you giggle and nod with her. “It’s a complete tear of the ligament. She’s gonna be wearing that boot for a week, she needs to stay off of it for a couple of days and then she’s going to have to go to some physiotherapy appointments to make sure it’s healing right. Worse case scenario, she’ll need surgery in a couple of weeks.”

Rooster shakes his head slightly as he looks down at the ridiculously bulky boot strapped around your foot.

“Painkillers?” He asks the nurse, tucking his arm around your back, the other under your knees and lifting you off of your feet. She smiles as you gasp and grab his neck. You keep your crutches in the other hand.

“Yeah. She’s got them all in her bag. 2 maximum every four hours depending on how bad the pain is.” The nurse explains.

Rooster nods and thanks her. He carries you back down to his truck and settles you in against the truck bench.

“Are you mad at me?”

His brows furrow, truly confused, as he turns his head to look at you. In fact, he almost laughs at the notion, “Why would I be mad at you?”

You shrug your shoulders, fiddling with the sleeves of the hoodie, “Because I made you leave work. Because I got too drunk and was an idiot.”

He leans across the bench and presses his lips against yours sweetly, “Wasn’t your fault. Interesting seeing your old boyfriend, though.” Rooster turns his head towards the road. You’re reminded suddenly that he called himself your boyfriend.

Does he think that he’s your new boyfriend? Does he call you his girlfriend?

“Corey?” You ask, shrugging the oversized hoodie tighter around you. He has the aircon up so high that it’s making you shiver again.

“Yeah, what a dreamboat that guy is.” Rooster scoffs, practically rolling his eyes. You smile.

“Is that jealousy I’m hearing?” You tease him, nudging him with your good foot. He grabs your ankle and squeezes it, then shakes his head. “Jealous, no. Mad that that idiot doesn’t even realise what a special thing he had, maybe.”

You tilt your head at him.

“Mad that he put his hands on you? Absolutely. Wanted to knock him on his ass.” Rooster announces. You smile at the thought of Corey getting his shit rocked by your new big strong boyfriend. You imagine how mad he would’ve been to see Rooster carrying you off of the beach today and smile more.

“Thanks.” You murmur, watching the way the his thumb gently stokes over your good ankle as he drives. “For being there today.”

“Anytime.” He answers. You feel like he really means it. It’s not just a passing comment. You realise it then. He really would do this anytime. Any time you need him, he’s willing to be there.

You have to shut your eyes before the gravity of it all makes your head spin.

Once he’s at your place, he carries you inside again. He sets your crutches by the bedside table and sits you down on the bed.

“What kind of pyjamas do you want? — Are you still cold?” He digs through the drawer, his back to you. You shake your head as you tug the hoodie off,

“Just a T-shirt.”

He nods and pulls a Rolling Stones t-shirt from the drawer, turning to watch you untie your bikini and throw it into the laundry basket.

“Arms up.”

You smile and do as he says, cheeks heating up as he slides the shirt over your head and kisses your hair.

“Can you stay and cuddle for a bit?” You ask, wincing as you stand with one foot lifted, struggling to wriggle out of the bikini bottoms. “Sure.” He agrees, grabbing on to you and untying the bottoms at the sides instead so they fall to the ground. “You want some shorts or something?”

You shake your head and rest your head back against your pillows, watching as Rooster kicks off his boots and folds his flight suit, leaving him in his black t-shirt and matching boxers.

He watches your eyes rake over his body. He pretends not to notice the way you swing one leg between his and press your lips against his jaw the moment he’s in your bed.

“Are you seriously trying to get lucky right now?” He laughs, smoothing a hand over your hair. You grin at him,

“Can you blame me? — Do you know how perfect you were today?”

He lifts your chin and kisses your lips. You hum contentedly into his mouth, grabbing the back of his neck. He pulls back and kisses the corner of your mouth, “Baby, I don’t want to fuck up your stitches.”

“They’ll be fine.” You breathe out, pulling his mouth back against yours hurriedly. His hand slides under your shirt and along your body, pulling you under him. He grinds his hips forwards against your bare core.

“I’ll go down on you instead.” He decides, shaking his head. He can’t imagine the embarrassment of having to drive you back to the ER because he fucked you and broke your stitches.

“I’m gonna have the stitches for a whole week, are you seriously not going to fuck me that entire time?” You complain, grabbing a fistful of his curls as he pushes your shirt up and kisses along your stomach.

He lifts your good leg up over his shoulder, pressing his mouth between your legs to avoid answering your question. He doesn’t want to go a whole week either, but you’ve also been out of hospital for less than an hour and he doesn’t want to put you back in there.

You gasp softly as his tongue drags along your core, his nose grazing against your pubic bone as his tongue presses into you. He drapes his forearm over your hips, holding you down. Then he lifts his head, spitting and watching it trail between your legs.

You swallow hard. That’s going to be one that has you zoning out, staring into space at work for sure.

He groans gently against your core, lapping up the excitement that’s already built between your legs. You whine out. Before him, you’d never been a facial hair type of person. But right now, your fucking love that moustache.

His hand slides up under your shirt to grab at your breast, kneading it in his hand as his tongue works miracles against you. Your breath hitches as you grind your hips against him, “Fuck. Bradley.”

It’s rare that you call him by his name, so this catches him off guard for just a moment. His tongue teases at your entrance as his fingers curl tightly around your hip.

“Aw, baby, I know.” He hums from between your legs as you take in a sharp gasp of breath. He slides a finger into you and curls it, feeling you take another sharp breath.

Your fingers curl into his hair as you squeeze your eyes shut. He presses his forearm harder against your hips to keep you steady for him. Rooster can’t help but look up when he knows he’s made you cum. It’s increasingly his favourite thing to observe.

He kisses your lips delicately, smiling against you as you grab the back of his neck to keep him there.

“I want you inside of me,” You whine, pressing your lips eagerly along his throat.

“What about your ankle?” He breathes. He wants it too.

You lift your knee and hook it over his arm, then smile at him, “The lady said keep it elevated.” Rooster chuckles softly. She did say that. He pushes the waistband of his boxers down, guiding the head of his cock between your legs.

You moan out as he slips into you, arching your back up against his chest. He pulls back quickly as you rest your forehead against his shoulder.

“Watch the stitches.” He chastises, sitting back on his knees, rocking his hips into you agonisingly slowly. You whine and press your nails into his thigh.

He presses his chest to yours again, taking his lip between his teeth as he fills you. You whimper. There really is no place you’d rather be in the world than here, with him, like this.

Rooster is always careful not to hurt you, you’ve noticed that. It makes sense, he’s big and strong and could probably crack one of your ribs if he really wanted to. He’s especially gentle today. Normally you’d hate that. You enjoy passion and intensity when it comes to sex, but somehow Rooster still brings both of those things to the table even when he’s not pounding his hips into yours.

Instead, he thrusts slow and deep, making sure you’re feeling every last inch of him. You’re stunned after it’s over.

He kisses your lips and rolls off to lie at your side, “You’re fucking incredible.” He breathes out, shaking his head softly. So are you. You think it, but you don’t dare say it. He’s getting far too comfortable putting these epic proclamations out there. You think that maybe if he notices that you don’t say them back, it’ll stop him from taking the next step.

He just needs to wait for you to catch up first.

Jake doesn’t see Rooster again until work begins the next morning. Bradley’s in the prep room, already neat and tidy in his flight suit. Jake walks on over to him and leans against the table, making Bradley sigh and look up at him expectantly.

“See, now you’ve got me curious, so I have to ask,” Rooster rolls his eyes. Jake absolutely does not need to ask. But they both know he’s going to anyway. “Where is it that you keep sneaking off to, Bradshaw?”

Rooster shrugs his shoulders, “Not sneaking anywhere. We all have free time, dude, this isn’t a prison.”

Jake’s impressed at how well Rooster has this cool guy act nailed.

“Hm,” Jake stands there and folds his arms over his chest, “So there isn’t a girl?”

Rooster’s eyes widen slightly. He composes himself and sips his coffee, “Other than Amy?” He thinks that that’s the best answer. Then, they get called for pre-flight.

Jake calls Chloe once he’s back in his room that evening, having already forgotten Bradshaw’s answer.

“Baby, you’re not going to believe what Amy told me today.” Chloe giggles excitedly over FaceTime.

Jake smiles, expecting to finally hear gossip on whoever this new girl is. He can’t wait to tease Rooster about this tomorrow.

“Her and Rooster are back together — they figured things out, they’ve been back together for like two weeks now.”

Jake wishes he wasn’t on FaceTime. He has to fight to not have his jaw drop open. No fucking way. Clearly, he doesn’t know Rooster as well as he thinks he does.

…

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[topazy]

In the shadows

Paring: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 1.09

“No, absolutely not,” you say, shoving your books into your locker. “I hate swimming in pools.”

“I know that, but just listen to my plan first.” You don’t actually need to go into the water.

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

Stiles walks beside you down the hallway and explains his plan further. “Okay, so Scott needs Allison’s necklace, and the only time she takes it off at school is swim practice, which is where you come in. You are going to pretend to be interested in swimming, which will give Scott a reason to be there so it doesn’t seem creepy.”

“Won’t they think it’s creepy that he’s come to watch me swim?”

He ignores your question and continues explaining. “Mrs. Henderson, who’s in charge of swim practice, will no doubt try and get you to try out for the swim team, but you have a secret weapon. They will never let you swim with a wound like that, she will see it and send you packing,” Stiles says, clasping his hands together then pointing at your leg.

“Scott won't know I'm not going to swim, so he has a good reason to wait,” you nod, seeing where he's going with it. You want to say no, but you think about Jackson taunting Scott at lunchtime and change your mind. “Fine, but if the tiniest amount of chlorine touches me, I will kill you.”

“Fair is fair,” he says happily. “But I won’t come to that, I promise.”

—

Stiles was a dead man.

You'd found yourself gripping the pool's edge, pretending to be casual while terrified of being dragged under.Scott must have sensed your fear because he waved to get your attention and mouthed that you’d be fine. Your face blushed red with embarrassment, and the fact you were in the shallow end made you feel worse. You went along with the plan until you showed Mrs. Henderson your wound, which had completely healed. Not wanting to admit your fear of drowning to her, you went and ended up in the water.

Allison swims up beside you and asks. “Scott came to watch you swim?”

“Uh yes… He’s very supportive.”

Jackson joins you, a smirk on his face, “Supportive?He looked like he'd seen a ghost when he saw you come out.”

“I have a fear of swimming, and I’m trying to get over it.”

“It seems irrational, but then again, you are a little odd.”

Allison elbows him and says, “Jackson, don’t be mean. Everyone is scared of something.”

Hearing her disapproving tone, he tries to play it off as a joke. “Y/N knows that I’m just kidding. Besides, I’m sure she has worse fears, like running into whatever animal put her ex-boyfriend in the hospital.”

“If you'll excuse me, I’m going to leave before I vomit.”

Allison looks at you in alarm, “is being on the water making you feel sick?”

“No, but what’s swimming in it is.” You shoot Jackson a glare before moving to get out. Nervously, you place your feet flat on the ground and start to walk towards the ladders, but something grabs your ankle and pulls you under. You scream and thrash under water until the grip on your ankle loosens and you come up for air.

Your chest heaves up and down while you catch your breath when a bloodied face pops up on Jackson's head. He had scratches all over his face.

Oh shit.

—

You practically run out of school, leaving a trail of puddles behind you since you hadn’t even changed out of your bikini and just threw your clothes on top of it. You knew Scott was coming after you, so you told him to stay and pretend he didn’t know where you went so he could find the necklace.

You storm into the Stilinski household and storm up the staircase, heading towards your friend's bedroom. “Stiles, I am going to kill you! Like when they viciously murder you, bring you back to life, and then murder you again! I'm a dead girl walking-” When you turn the corner at the end of the hallway, you almost run into the sheriff. “Hello, Mr. Stilinski, how are you?”

“Hi Mori, I’m fine, thank you. Are you going to the game tonight?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it.”

He lets out a deep sigh. “Do I even want to know why your hair and clothes are soaking wet? or why my son is to blame?”

“Do you really want to know?”

He shakes his head and says, “No, he’s in his room, and there are clean towels in the bathroom down the hall.”

“Thank you,” you say sincerely before barging into Stiles' room. You walk by him, open his drawers to find dry clothes, and notice a very agitated Derek Hale sitting on the edge of the bed.You briefly make eye contact before you resume getting clothes before heading to the bathroom. “I don’t even want to know why he’s here.”

—

“Admittedly, I didn’t think you’d actually go into the water, I’m sorry,” Stiles says as you walk back into his room. “I thought you were going to stick with the plan.”

“Oh, I was,” you reveal your nonexistent wound by pulling up the back of the trousers you borrowed from Stiles. “The scratches have completely healed. I didn’t have a reason not to go in.”

“Wait a minute, back up. It's healed. How is that possible?” Stiles asks, leaning down to get a better look.

Derek roughly shoves Stiles out of the way. “There isn’t. When did it heal?”

“My stitches only came out this morning, but the doctor told me it could take months to fully heal.”

Both Derek and Stiles were stumped at your sudden ability to self-heal. “Please tell me Scott got the damn necklace,” you flop down onto your back and stare up at the ceiling.

“Not exactly... but we have a plan B, and I've called in backup,” Stiles says, scratching his chin.

—

Stiles left the room to let Danny into his home. Plan B was shamelessly blackmailing Danny into helping you trace whoever sent the message from Scott’s phone to Allison the night the alpha trapped you inside the school.

Derek stares at you from across the room. “Why haven’t you told anyone that I put Milo in the hospital?”

“I didn’t know for sure.”

He clenches his jaw, “but you do now.” Hearing the front door close, Derek moves to the other side of the room and sits down on a stool beside the bed. He scrunches his nose and begins sniffing the air around you, asking, “Why do you have Jackson’s blood on you?”

“There’s not a drop of blood on me.”

He snatches your hand, and his eyes glow blue as he inspects your fingernails. “His blood is under your nails; what happened?” You don’t answer him and try to pull your hand back, but he tightens his grip on you and asks, “What happened?”

The bedroom door swings open. Stiles enters first, with a very confused-looking Danny behind him. From the position they stood in, it must have looked like Derek was trying to smell or dislocate your fingers.

“Hi…” Danny waves awkwardly at you. “Who’s this?”

You pull your hand back down and say, “This is Stiles' cousin.”

“Miguel,” Stiles confirms before pulling up a chair for his guest.

“Is that blood on his shirt?” Danny asks concerned.

“Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds.”

Stiles turns to a man named Derek, who looks like he’s about to explode with anger. “Hey, Miguel... I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts.”

Derek glares at him before swiftly pulling off his top and beginning to rummage through the drawer. The older boy becomes irritated when none of the tops fit him. “Uh, Stiles... This, no, fits!”

“Then try something else on!”

You stifle a laugh as Danny zones out of his conversation and focuses on ‘Miguel’ getting changed. You’d allowed yourself a few sneaking glances at Derek’s muscled body, but kept looking away when you remembered whose body it was.

When the orange top doesn’t fit Derek, he scowls and throws it off his head again. “Stiles! None of these fit!”

“I think she’s probably wearing the biggest top Stiles owns,” Danny says, pointing at you. “Why are you wearing his clothes, anyway?”

“Because...I was helping Miguel clean up one of his nose bleeds and got the blood on my clothes.”

“Oh, okay. I thought it might have something to do with you freaking out, attacking Jackson, and then running out of school still in your wet clothes,” he shrugs. “I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text.”

Stiles shakes his head at you in disbelief, making the same face a disappointed parent would, while Derek shoots daggers at you. “Yeah, thanks for that, Danny.”

—

You sit in an awkward silence until Danny finally traces the text. “There. The text was sent from a computer. This one.”

“Registered under that account name?” Derek’s mouth twists in frustration.

“No, no, no, no. That can't be right.”

You lean over Stiles, who’s freaking out, to get a better look at the screen. “This can’t be right…Melissa McCall.”

—

You step into one of the hospital rooms at Beacon Hill Memorial Hospital, trying to find out who used Melissa’s computer to send that message but ended up in Derek’s uncle Peter’s room. Peter was supposed to be bedridden due to being in a coma, but you find the room empty. You put the phone up to your ear and say, “Uh, Derek, he’s not here. He’s gone.”

“What?”

“He’s not here, the rooms are empty.”

“Both of you get out of there right now! It's him! He's the alpha! Get out!”

You hang up, stepping into the hallway with Stiles, but your path is blocked by a man whose face is half burned. Peter hale. The alpha.

“You must be Stiles,” he smirked before turning to face you. “And you’re the lovely Mori. Oh, I remember you.”

Stiles ushers you behind him at the same time that Peter's nurse walks into the hallway. “What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over.”

Stiles starts to walk backwards away from the alpha while still remaining in front of you. “You... and him. You're-you're the one who-- Oh, my-- and he's-- Oh, my God, I'm gonna die.”

Derek, let out a roar as he runs into the hall and knocks the nurse out, giving you and Stiles a chance to run. You don’t make it to the exit, but you take cover behind a reception desk as both the werewolf’s fangs and claws are exposed.

“That's not nice. She's my nurse,” Peter says sarcastically.

“She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people.”

Oh, god. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out how scared you feel. You open them again when you feel Stiles entwining his fingers with yours.

You jump when Peter throws his nephew into a wall. “You think I killed Laura on purpose?” Peter asks. “One of my own family? My mind and my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct.”

“You want forgiveness?”

“I want understanding. Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? slowly healing, cell by cell. even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha and taking that from Laura pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you.”

You and Stiles share a worried look. Derek wasn’t strong enough to overpower his uncle, meaning he had no choice but to hear him out.

[andromedagarcia]

Meda's lips spread into that uneven smile of hers when Kuina offered to share her bikinis. She was startled at finding kindness in a place where anyone would have thought there was none. But, after spending five minutes with her, could she really be surprised any longer? She just exuded it, as well as warmth, affection, consideration. 'I think we might have a similar size, so don't be surprised if I take you up on the offer.' She nodded, letting out a soft chuckle at the mention of Mira and An, who she had seen only maybe once or twice. She agreed wholeheartedly with Kuina's assessment of their style, recalling how both women looked like the epitome of poise, which was something worth admiring in the Borderlands.

'Oh, believe me. I have no plans to name my kids... anything, really. I don't even know if I want them.' Having kids was something Meda had never considered seriously. She liked children, yes, she was a preschool teacher after all... but that meant that she, precisely, also knew the horrors. It was lovely when a three year old came running towards you, threw their arms around your neck and showered you with kisses, claiming you were their favorite teacher and calling you Ando because they could hardly roll their r's, but... what about the tantrums? Shitting and peeing themselves? Being irritated and snappy without reason? She shook her head, putting behind her right ear a few strands of long, dark hair that had fallen on her face. Also, she wasn't really sure about having offspring because they typically inherited their parent's traumas and... she didn't want to just dump them somewhere. She couldn't bear it. She had enough of her own. She had seen that way too many times: adults growing up touch-starved and scared of intimacy because mum and dad had never told them how much they loved them, or even if they did. She was one of them.

'I know you did not say it to get a compliment in return, it's just... literally everyone in this world would pale in comparison to you.' Meda said. And she meant it. It was one thing being beautiful, having symmetric features, pretty eyes, lips, a cute nose... but Kuina was stunning both inside and out, in each and every sense of the word, on brain edges, at the center of what she was, of her heart. And Andrómeda had always been attracted to beauty, that being the reason why she took so much care of herself.

Like with her hair, for example. Or her nails. Or her toned body. But again, Kuina had absolutely nothing to envy. 'Might be. But actually, it's a disadvantage. Imagine someone would come from behind and just... tug at it, like at a game or something.' She illustrated her example by doing just that, but didn't want to interrupt, actually enjoying the feeling of Kuina's fingers on her hair. That could very well happen, because she refused to put it up as well, unless the occasion required it. And playing a deadly game, apparently, was not one of those.

'I have to say I do, yes.' The image of Alexander popped into her head: a big man, all muscle, long blonde hair, a red beard. She also liked bald men, or with a shaved head and... basically, as long as he was big and strong she would fuck just about anything. She shared that information with Kuina, quickly adding: '...but I don't really know why. Daddy issues, maybe? I also have mommy issues, but I've never been with a woman. I don't really know if I'd like it. But... I guess I can't say anything until I try it.' And actually, if she were to have sex with a girl, most likely it would be with someone like Kuina. In fact, for a second or two, while looking at her, she can't help but wonder how her lips would feel pressing against hers; softer, fuller, no stub to tickle at her face.

She never blushed. But at that moment, she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, and so she quickly looked away from Kuina's mouth, which she had been ogling until then. Had she noticed? And, in case she had, did she care?

Thankful for the change in topic, and for the mention of her siblings, which was quickly followed by a loss of libido, she moves her head in a negative gesture. 'They wouldn't join the militants. But they'll get in trouble, it's their thing. I wouldn't be surprised if Cass has been held at gunpoint once or twice already without me knowing...' She hadn't been shot, of course, because then Meda'd have been mourning and not getting ready to go out and party. But the fact that it hadn't happened yet, didn't mean it wouldn't eventually.

@kuinaoflight

A chuckle escaped Meda's lips, an organic response to Kuina's reaction to hearing her favorite cocktails. She really didn't mind, in fact, quite the opposite. She found it quite endearing, very... natural. Like something a little kid would do, and she was a preschool teacher after all. She loved children precisely because she adored that kind of behavior. How they would just... dump the grape juice on the floor because they fucking hated it while an adult would stand there, resisting the urge to heave every time they drank from it. 'Don't worry, I don't feel offended, at all.' She reassured Kuina with a smile.

'In fact, I want you to be honest with me, always. Feel free to share whatever. Like, even if you hate what I'm wearing, or the way I did my hair, let me know.' She lowered her gaze, looking at her bikini. Hatter's damned dress code. It was not like there were many options to choose from, maybe just the color and the cut, but still. Meda knew, for example, she looked awful in yellow and would like her friends, her real friends, to tell her if that was the case.

'I think it's pretty, but it's too weird. There are words that are beautiful, but I wouldn't name my children after them. Like... miasma or hemorrhoid. I like how they sound, but why would I subject my kids to living with that?' She wasn't being exactly fair, because her name was either that of a constellation, of a princess in mythology or of the closest galaxy to Earth. And the words she had mentioned meant unpleasant vapors or swollen veins near the rectum. But still. She couldn't help but roll her eyes in annoyance, not at Kuina, but at her parent's wonderful ideas. 'It would have been almost okay, had they not decide to continue the theme with Cassiopeia and Hércules.'

'Have you looked at yourself?' Meda blurted out the question after hearing Kuina call her pretty, saying that she was jealous. She really hoped she was exaggerating and didn't mean it literally, because the woman in front of her was literally stunning. Absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking. Andrómeda knew she herself was pretty, yes, she was not one to deny it. Her and her siblings had been blessed, but of course, because her parents, as absent as they had been in their lives, were also a very attractive pair. One thing did not take away from the other. Kuina, however, did not fall behind. At all. 'Do what you want, go crazy.' She laughed, entertained, enjoying how... normal all of this was. She took a sip of her drink, realizing she was enjoying her conversation with the young woman so much she had even forgot she had it.

The sex question made her burst into laughter, both because she wasn't expecting it and because of Kuina's expression. Totally serious. 'More than you think.' She answered, with a devilish wink, a flip of her hair and a half smile. 'I had this boyfriend, Alex... we just fought all of the time. And had sex. And fought. And had sex. I don't miss him at all, because he was an idiot, but... the sex was really good.' She pictured his face for a moment, but quickly went back to focusing on the conversation. He had disappeared, as had the rest of the world. There was no point thinking about it, especially not now that she was having a lot of fun. For the first time in what felt like forever.

'I've heard.' She did not find the idea of the militants particularly reassuring. They were there to keep everybody safe, but it felt more like they were keeping everyone in line. Also, guaranteeing someone's safety did not really work when they were sadistic, and had bigger problems managing anger than the ones Meda had admitted to. 'I don't plan on getting close, but with my siblings... I think it'll be difficult to completely avoid them.' The sinews on her neck stood up as she swallowed, knowing very well both Cass and Hérc loved getting in trouble. She was, as always, feeling a little bit tired of being the mother, when she should have been nothing but an older sister.

@kuinaoflight

[thecameronchronicles]

Rumors

TW: SEVERE angst. Arguing. Mentions of cheating. Wink of smut.

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Pope, finds it difficult to deny Rafe’s claim you slept with him at the mention of a particular birthmark in a place reserved for your significant other’s eyes only. 

WORD COUNT:

*Requested*

You and Pope Heyward were the epitome of the perfect relationship. You had the same goals and ambitions, respect and love for one another, and trust and compassion that led even the more heated of conversations to always be settled with understanding and forgiveness. It was rare that you were seen without one another as you basked in the chance to show each other off, not to mention support the other’s accomplishments in your multitude of academic accolades. Which was why when you received his phone call today where his voice was as dry as the sand beneath your feet, your heart dropped. Immediately, you tried to imagine what would be the cause of the most level-headed pogue to be so cold, especially to you. But as he had asked for you to come to the chateau, you obliged, and entered over the threshold, finding him wearing a look you’d never seen before. 

TWO HOURS PRIOR

“Aww why the long face?” Rafe taunted, offering a light slap to Pope’s cheek, that was quickly swept away before he continued, “Did she finally dump your ass?” Rafe teased, Pope having clenched his jaw, but knew that this was just the effect of the eldest Cameron; prime asshole. 

He had endured his presence all throughout high school so what was a few more weeks until the only time he would have to see him was through social events he was working such as these. But Pope wasn’t even able to focus on him if he wanted to as his mind fixated on the B minus received on one of the finals; a test he berated himself for not scoring higher on as he had studied well through the night. 

“Everyone knows she’s out of your league, you know…” He continued while Pope shoveled ice into the smaller coolers to transport the fish from the event back to his dad’s shop as Rafe was relentless. 

“I mean I thought after she got with me that she’d dump ya for sure-” Pope didn’t even bother to lift his eyes to his remark for a multitude of reasons, but the most defining having been that he trusted you. 

“Didn’t you hear me, Pope? I fucked your bitch-” To the way you were spoken of, Pope lifted his gaze. 

“She wouldn’t even talk to you let alone touch you-”

“Oh really?” Rafe now leaned closer to Pope. “Then how do I know about that mark right where her bikini sits…you know, the same spot that when you kiss her she makes that little squeal-”

“Fuck off, Rafe!” Pope was rarely a display of such emotion, for reasons such as the look cast at him by his father, one purposely incited by Rafe, who walked away as glib as always. 

But even if Pope convinced himself that Rafe was just being an ass, he couldn’t rationalize how he knew of that birthmark. A perfect little blemish on a place he believed was sacred for him. And it was enough to fester against him through the rest of the event until you had gotten that call. 

“I know….” The words left his lips as you sourced his expression for even a shred of a furthering explanation.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed as Sarah had entered behind you. 

“I just wanted to know why it was HIM?”

“What are you talking about? Who?” You now shared his sincerity as your heart and stomach twisted to see him so angry. 

“Rafe!” Sarah’s brows shot up in sharing your surprise as you had to suppress a laugh that would have emerged if not for Pope having stood up and thrown his hands in anger. 

“What about Rafe?”

“You cheated on me with him…Of all people-HIM?!”

“I would never!” You rose to your feet, quick to defend yourself, as tears brimmed in your eyes. “ESPECIALLY with Rafe!” 

You shot a quick look towards Sarah, “No offense-” But she would only cast her arms upwards in surrender as she whole-heartedly agreed for her own varied reasons. 

“Why would you even think that?!”

“He knows about your birthmark…How else could he when it’s-” He paused as JJ happened to enter, having done so when hearing the rise of voices as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

“You know what, I’ve fought it long enough, I WILL have a threesome with you, but I expect cuddling and-” He attempted to joke as he was ignored.

“How else could he know that? We’re done-” And to this, Sarah couldn’t help but interject. 

“Pope, he’s been perving on her since she wore a bikini at my house that first time…I’m sure that’s how he saw it-She would NEVER do that to you…She loves you-you guys are annoyingly cute and so in love…”

“I thought so too…But the things he said-”

By now the tears had escaped despite your attempts, not that you were able to make much of one as the guy you loved with your entire heart was breaking it due to his own insecurities and apparent irrefutable evidence made on unfounded ground. And it was what sent you storming out of the front door of The Chateau with your face buried in your hands as both JJ and Sarah shook their heads at him. 

“You fucked up…” JJ commented as Pope looked to the swinging door and then to Sarah, closing his eyes once realizing their words were true. There was nothing you and him wouldn’t do for one another, you were perfect and perfectly flawed in every way, fitting the broken pieces of your tribulations for the other person. This was why it hurt. For even a second that he could consider anything BUT your loyalty. 

You pressed your knees tightly into your chest as you looked out into the water, turning away from the footsteps as you didn’t care who it had been, you wanted to be alone. Unless it was Rafe, then you would want to drown him in the water set before you. 

“Babe, I-”

“How could you think that? For even a second?!” You sniffled, rising to your feet and glaring at him. 

“He just-God, you know how Rafe is-”

“Yeah I do! Which is why if I’d heard the same thing, I would have laughed off his attempts, not believed it!”

“I just…Shit, baby, I’m sorry, okay…I just…I think you’re too good for me and it scares the hell out of me that you’ll see that one day.”

“Too good?” To this, you would only shake your head, taking a single step towards him, and raising your finger against his chest. 

“You know, for someone who’s SO smart, you can be a real dumbass sometimes..” His eyes lowered in understanding as that was exactly how he’d felt which was why he couldn't disagree or even meet your gaze. 

“Do you think I’d throw away what we have for HIM-for anyone?! The way that my entire day is made when you smile at me and that no matter how bad my day is, just hearing your voices fixes it? That you push me to strive and be the best version of myself, even if that sometimes means being in competition with you, you still supported me…We planned our entire futures around each other and you thought that I’d throw that away-”

“I”m sorry…please…I’m so sorry, baby, I just-”

“And if you think I’m too good for you…I can’t fix that…I can try to tell you all the ways we’re even-but there are gonna be times where one of us excels over each other and fails worse than the other, that’s when we pick each other up, not tear each other further down. Which is what I thought we both knew!” Pope now collected your face between his palms. 

“You’re the greatest thing to ever happen to me. But the statistics say that you don’t marry your high school sweetheart so I think a part of me always waited for you to realize that-”

“For ONCE Pope, stop analyzing everything and just-” As if reading the continuation of your words in your mind instead of needing them spoken, he would take you into a passionate kiss. 

Mixed tears smeared by the reciprocation and continuation of this moment as his hands quickly fell along your hips and took you within his grip. Whatever doubt or uncertainty may have tainted the perfection of your relationship was now validated in the love collected behind this kiss. 

“I’m sorry…” He spoke in finality, resting his forehead against yours before brushing your remaining tears from your cheeks. 

“Then show me…” His brows furrowed for a second before you pulled him against the tree to where anyone within view from The Chateau would only be met with the trunk in opposition to the scene behind it. But as his fingers tried for his pants, finding the lust in your eyes to further what he believed you wanted, you stopped him. 

“Me.” You validated again as he moved onto his knees, withdrawing your shorts from your hips and licking his lips once finding you in only your swim bottoms. 

“I’m sorry, baby…I love you…” He kissed into your thighs while tugging the tie at your hip loose. 

“So much…” He spoke before leading his lips over that birthmark, kissing over its placement, and trailing further between your legs. His eyes rose to you for only a moment to watch your own roll back in pleasure as his tongue collided with your clit, making you forgive him with each unapologetic flick until he was granted your forgiveness itself in the release worn proudly over his grin. 

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[russellsppttemplates]

I am dying as I submit this. Taking Internet access away from Pierre after he expose your guys sex lives on his Monza dump

Uhhh, I don't know if I can make this into a full on thing, but I'll elaborate a bit here and you let me know if you want a big one

update: the big one is No more internet for you

-

You hadn't seen Pierre yet since you left the house early to go to uni/your workplace and when you got to your car, you turn your mobile data on and see that you have a few messages on your group chat with your friends.

. I never took you for that type Y/N, you always looked like missionary to me, or maybe some ankle on his shoulder action

.. Nah, I mean, have you seen how Pierre looks at her butt? Even I would do it like that

... Don't you remember that time that she insisted that she wouldn't wear the tiny bikini bottom from her favourite set when we visited them? I bet Pierre got handsy and she couldn't hide the marks

You read the messages, still not understanding what they were about making you reply

From Y/N: I love you guys, we've shared our youth together and all, but why are we talking about my sex life all of a sudden?

One of them was quick to reply

.... Y/N, dear, please go and see your boyfriend's photodump from Monza

..... if this is the last time we ever have the chance to get a message through to Pierre, tell him that at least he's going with a good bang in the bag

Opening the Instagram app, you flick through the pictures, finding his inquiry for what grid position he would start tomorrow, and pressing to see the comment section, you found the damned dog emoji

Thinking that your boyfriend had enough Internet for the day, you went on the app the communications service had provided so you could control who got on your WiFi (there was no way your neighbours were getting in) and blocked Pierre's devices from your shared house's WiFi

Just as you were about to turn on the car, your phone pinged with a text message from Pierre that read Mon coeur, I think our Internet is out

So you get in the house, and he's ready to greet you, arms stretched until he sees the crease between your eyebrows, "What's is wrong, mon coeur?", he asks genuinely

"Why did you go and tell everyone about what we do in the bedroom? Now the whole world knows Pierre"

And he had that freaking smirk on his handsome face that was honestly clouding your thoughts, "C'mon baby, it's funny, and at least people won't ask anymore. And you and I both know how much you like it"

"Yeah? Then we'll see how you like it without Internet for a few days", you said as you turned on the TV, making him realise that he had been blocked as every other device was working

-

Okay, maybe now that I have written it I may consider writing a bigger one, because I keep laughing, but let me know if that's something you'd like to see

[twosroos]

All Grown Up [Chapter Six]

roos says ! I promise u, we are getting closer to the fun parts. I also am not sorry for the person I become when there's mutual pining. also this gif is so fricken perfect I had to use it-- thank u op.

desc: It's getting harder and harder to keep yourself in check. And maybe alcohol makes it worse, or maybe it's the fact that Bob is just so sweet.

fluff, with a bit of angst in the middle

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd

TWs: alcohol/drinking, mentions of injury, allusions to fantasized death.

ao3 link ! last chapter ! next chapter

"You're not supposed to be home until noon," You spit out through a shaking breath and a shaky laugh. Bob gives you a half smile.

"Uh, I was gonna surprise you at work." He admits, still keeping his arms wrapped around you. You find that it takes everything in you not to gawk at him.

"Why?"

"It was gonna be a tremendous surprise?" He tries, and you snort, bringing a hand to your face to wipe it as you sink further into his touch. If you could, you would burrow into him to hide away from your embarrassment.

"Are we going to keep ending up like this, hugging and crying?" Bob asks after a moment, and you physically cannot stop the smile that breaks your stoic face.

"Seems so, my knight in shining..." You look at his outfit, "Blue jeans?"

Now it's Bob's turn to laugh, leaning forward to tuck his head by your shoulder, and you sniffle as a grin graces your features. Beside you, Shannon stands back up and puts her hands on her hips.

'Well," she starts, "I've gotta head back so I'll be on time for work today. You both stay safe, alright? Y/n, your boss said it's okay if you go home today."

"Oh, okay," You turn so you can see Shannon as she grabs her car keys, "Thanks for coming out, Shan."

"Of course. I'll see you in July, Y/n." Shannon grins as she starts towards the door, "see you later, Bob!"

"It was nice to meet you, Shannon!" He calls as she ducks out the door with a wave of her hand, leaving you and Bob sitting on the floor in your office. You both sit still for a while before you get a random idea.

"Wanna swim?"

Both of you end up in your pool, Bob lazing in the cool water as the sun beats down in South Carolina. Sunscreen creates a visibly oily sheen across the surface of the water that ripples in the sunlight. While Bob has already sunken into the pool, a sunscreen half washed off his skin while you're only just making it outside. You adjust your sunglasses as you waltz out with one of the newest bikinis you own on your body. It's modest, high-waisted with a thick bandeau top, but it hugs you in all the perfect spots. Though you mostly wear it because it's comfortable, and if you end up tanning, you hope it will fix the slight farmer tan you're noticing on your arms. A case of unopened beer cans that Bob had grabbed on the way to your home sits in the shadow of the pool umbrella, and you bend down to pick it up while Bob turns to look at you. You feel his gaze heavy on you, so you glance over your sunglasses to see his lips slightly gaped as his eyes stare at something below yours. With a snort, you crack open a beer and hand it to him while you grab another from the pack as you step onto the steps leading into your pool.

"You'll catch flies with your lips parted like that, Robby." You tease, sitting in the sun on the step next to him. He brings his beer to his lips, watching as you crack open yours and take a sip.

"I..." The words die in his throat, making you laugh as you give him a tilted head grin.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" He exclaims, eyes widening more, if it was possible, "I just... never really see you in much other than blue jeans and a shirt."

You laugh, "Did you forget I have a feminine figure, Rob?"

"I..." He contemplated what he was planning to say for a few seconds before speaking a bit softer, "I guess it's just been a long time since I've seen it."

"Am I getting you bothered?" You say before realizing you should probably censor yourself, considering your mom is in the kitchen making dinner. He scoffs instead, taking another long sip of his drink. You do the same. Once finished, you set your can down and slide until you're off the steps and into the water. The sun's warmed your pool to the perfect temperature, so you dip under the water when your face feels hot, hoping to cool it off. You assume it's from the sun, or maybe you're more of a lightweight than you remember.

When you come up for air, you drag your hands through your hair and float to the wall beside Bob in the shade. Coming to relax with your arms on the wall, you smile at him and lift one hand to absentmindedly run your hand along his scar.

"Are you trying to?" He questions and you blink up at him, watching as he adjusts his glasses so they don't slide off his nose from the inelegant position he cranes his neck down into.

"Not really." You concede, dropping your hand to rest on the concrete by your head again, "I'm just still so astonished little quiet Robby turned into a Naval Aviator who shoots guns and drops bombs and... I don't know. I guess I always knew you had a fire in you, but I never really saw it."

"It's a lot." Bob states, sinking into the water so he can rest his head back on the wall, "I almost dropped out of training five or six times from start to graduation. I'm glad I stuck it through though, I've gotten to meet and work with so many amazing, awe-inspiring people from it."

Your eyes drag to the scar on his shoulder again, then up to the one by his jaw, "Is it worth it? The scars and the terror?"

"Kind of, it always feels good to pull off a mission." He says and you hum, finishing off one can of beer easier than you intend to. The two of you sit in silence for a long time, the soft chirp of the chicks in the far-off coop and the muted sound of your mother's 80s music through one of the upstairs windows being your only company. The alcohol hits you slowly, enough to buzz your thoughts, and you think to yourself: what if there was a day, like in movies, where the officers in their stark uniforms showed up at your door? What if you had to host a funeral for your childhood best friend? Your eyes burn into his scar as you imagine him never coming home from that mission. And you realize it genuinely scares you; it strikes something in your heart that cries, so you find yourself sitting up with drunk discretions.

"Can you make me a stupid promise?"

"Depends on how stupid it is." He chides, and you roll your eyes as he sits up so you both can be face to face without having to be at any more awkward angles.

"Can you promise me you'll always come home? Robby, I just got you back, for real, and I don't know if I'm willing to lose you again." You whisper, "We've clicked back together like puzzle pieces, and I don't know what I'd do with myself if you... well, y'know."

Bob's quiet for a while, his eyes scanning you before his hands are lifted from the water to pull you close. You gratefully accept the hug, burying your face in his skin, soaking in the warmth that tells you he's living. 

"I'll always come home to you." He says after giving you a silent moment to soak in the hug, "I always will."

"Please try not to break this one. Tell Phoenix too." You grumble and he laughs, letting one arm drop to grab his beer as your turn, curling against his side. You slot there so naturally just like you always had as a teen.

"I'm sure she'd agree with you." He tilts his head to the side and your noses bump, you blink and feel the heat from before returning to your cheeks as your face flushes bright red. You can see it on his skin too, and you swallow. His eyes flick from your lips to your eyes, then back down, and you find yourself leaning in a bit closer. You can feel his breath on your skin and you let a sly grin slip its way onto your face, watching his cheeks grow redder. You slide a hand up his arm to his shoulder, resting it there as his eyelids flutter at you and his teeth scrape his lip. There's some sort of unspoken conversation in your eyes, permission being asked, and you dip forward to connect. But it never happens.

"Y/n! Rob! Dinner!" Your mom calls from the window, and you both sharply pull apart. There's a beat where you maintain eye contact before he turns, and you stand to follow him out of the pool. Once you start to dry yourself off, you make your way over to the patio, where your mom has set up a nice spread of food to eat. When you look back at Bob, you see him wave as his Mom and Step-Dad walk over from where they'd parked their car, and you sigh, turning back towards your mother as she gives you an all-knowing smile. You pout at her and take your place on the couch, ready to stuff your face full.

--

You don't see Bob the next morning, considering Molly forced him to have a 'tea party sleepover' or something with her. After dinner. It's fine with you because you desperately need sleep and you know if you spend any more time around Bob without a chance to clear your mind you'll be doing other things than sleeping.

You end up spending less time teaching on Thursday than you mean to and when you get home, no one is around, so you take the free time you have before dinner to practice. Fuego is practically bursting out of her pen by the time you get there to let her out and bring her into the small section where you usually bathe and tack her. Immediately, find it hard to tack her up without her getting impatient or trying to run off to go run somewhere on her own, and even if you do find it funny, it's also super fricken annoying. You lead her to the section you'd made for practicing and mount. The second you get on her saddle, one you'd customized after realizing you wanted to barrel race for real, she's bucking around and flinging her head. It takes a bit of fighting to get her to relax, but if Fuego is anything, she's loyal.

"Alright, girl." You say to her, "You ready to run?"

She starts thrashing out of excitement, but she holds back, waiting for the crack of your reins and the whistle you'll let out. You go to start but hesitate when you hear random voices approaching, but it's not enough to make you stop.

"Fuego!" You shout and then whistle, and she takes off. You round the first barrel with ease, and she runs a little slow to the second, her turn around the third knocks the barrel but doesn't make it fall, and her straightaway run is as perfect as it usually is. Once you get her to calm, knowing her first run is always a bit messy, you bring her through again, this time making sure to feel the path as she runs it. You feel better about the run, and fish a treat out of your pocket as a reward for doing well, when you hear someone wolf whistle. Fuego snorts.

"Bob wasn't lying when he said you were a glass of water." The voice says and you turn your head, hand coming to the brim of your cowboy hat as you adjust it so it actually blocks all the sun from your eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" You ask, looking at the man who leans on the fence, he laughs waving a hand.

"No real flirts here, don't worry." He grins up at you, aviators reflecting the sun a bit as he tilts his head up, "Bradley. Rooster, he's probably called me."

"He has." You say, "You wanna keep bothering my practice, or will you shut up and watch quietly?"

"I'll shut up, Ma'am." He salutes you and you roll your eyes, bringing Fuego back around to where you start Fuego for her runs. You huff, bringing your head down to brush her mane as you take a breath and think of how to adjust your grips or calls for the next run. Fuego stomps and paces a bit, making you grin as you sit back up, pulling her reins to get her to walk to the side so you can restart.

"Fuck it up, Y/n!" You hear Jake call and you shake your head.

"Fuck off, Seresin." You say, but nevertheless, now with an audience, you start the path. And, to be fair, it's probably the best you've run it in a while. It's not perfect by a long shot, but you do pretty well. The team cheers you on, and you bow with extra drama, quickly dismounting from Fuego and bringing her back into the barn. You'll practice more later, but for now, you have quite a few pilots to meet after you untack her. 

You don't know if you're nervous, or really weirdly excited to finally meet them all.

[sageworld]

Splash, R. Cameron

warnings; smut, oral (f receiving), male masturbation, plus size reader, mentions of bullying, body image issues, rafe being a keeper, drying each other off

lower case intended

rafe hasn’t always been the nicest to you but he wasn’t the worst either. he tolerated you especially as his sisters friend. you were a kook, sarah as well but the two of you chose to hang around pogues. he tolerated you until the day he saw you in one of sarah’s un used bikinis. you were chubbier than her but you being so short made it fit with ease.

he was feeling particularly 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 that day & offered for sarah & yourself to swim with him along with his friends. his friends & he had said some pretty nasty things to you in the past but nothing you couldn’t forgive. it still made you afraid, having to go out there in a bikini that was meant for sarah. you stared in the mirror, it complimented you nicely. the soft pink against your skin, you breast pushed together nicely due to the padding in the top, your stomach appearing flatter due to your belly piercing, you freshly waxed skin.

“you look so hot.” you turn as sarah’s voice rings. “have you seen yourself, you’re the hottest.” you compliment back. “ugh if we were lesbians i’d totally fuck you.” she tugs your belly ring softly. “i’d let you, now let’s go swim.”

the two of you make your ways downstairs & into the back yard where you find rafe & his friends wrestling in the water. within a split second you feel eyes on you. the pair belonging to rafe. the boys stop wrestling & invite the two of you in, a few other pairs of eyes settle in on you.

the pool goes on without much occurring, other than the boys being the nicest to you they’ve ever been. sarah & topper were the first to get out, wanting to go lay in her bed. slowly the other left until it was just you & rafe.

“mm, you okay? your lips are turning purple.” rafe’s voice was teasing & pitiful. “i think i just need to go inside.” you respond as your teeth clammer, the hot sun has set and was replaced with the moon and it’s cool breeze. “let’s go then.” he smiles. you get out first, giving rafe who was right behind you the perfect view of your ass as you walked up the steps to get out.

before you could walk inside rafe stops you, “we have to dry off. rose gets pissed when we go inside with even a drop of water on us.” he offers you a towel. as you take it you can’t help but stare at his strong arms & chiseled stomach. you look up from your daze and notice the slightest smirk on his face.

“can you get my back?” rafe asks after a few moments of drying. “i-uh sure.” you agree and he hands you his towel, making you drop your own. you begin to more massage his muscles rather than dry them but never mind that. “fuck.” you hear him whimper out. “want me to get yours?” he turns to face you, making your actions stop. “sure.” you hand him his towel back and turn around. quickly you feel his hands running up and down your ass through the towel. “damn, this bathing suit just holds so much water. i think it’d be best if you just got out of it.” he throws the towel over his shoulder and you turn back to face him. “okay.” you say barley above a whisper. “yeah?” “yeah.”

he gets down on his knees, sliding the towel off his shoulder and onto the concrete. he grabes onto both ends of your bikini bottoms before slowly pulling it down. you watch as he keeps full eye contact with your exposed heat as he continues to pull them down. he helps you step out of them before licking his pointed and middle finger, bringing them up to your pussy. “you’re so perfect.” he whispers as he circles your clit, “so, so perfect baby.” “you can taste me, sweet boy.” you smile down at him & softly cradle his head forward. “okay.” his tone still a whisper as you bring him closer.

you moan out loud the second his mouth is on you. “oh fuck baby.” you throw your head back and push his deeper into you. “just like that.” you smile out and begin to ride his face. he places both his hands on your ass, shoving you forward as well. you’d never been so happy to be around rafe fucking cameron.

you pull your top down enough to take your nipples out & begin pinching them. rafe began to reposition himself, his nose now rubbing your clit and tongue fucking into your whole. when you hear and feel him mumble “i love you.” into your pussy is when you begin squirting all over his mouth and chest. he quickly kisses up your pussy, thigh, stomach, tits, neck & finally your lips. “go lay down in my room, i’ll clean up out here, yeah?” he pulls away from the kiss. “be there soon?” “i promise baby.” he watches as you pull you bottoms back up. “ you are so damn sexy.” he reaches around to slap your ass. “mm thank you baby.” you kiss his lips. it’s clear the two of you are drunk on one another.

while you stumble your way to his room rafe has no real plans of cleaning up. once he’s sure your in his room due to his light going on & him being able to see through his window he goes inside. he scurries into sarah bathroom.

he looks through the hamper, he was sure you had changed in here earlier. laying on top was the shorts you were wearing when you got here, your panties clinging onto them. they were white with not a stain or hair damaging them. they were so clean. rafe holds them up to his nose, inhaling the scent he had tasted on long ago. he can’t help but reach into his shorts & play with himself for a moment, hoping for some comfort. when he’s decided he’s had enough, he heads back to his room, your panties balled up in his hand. he has to be sneaky about this.

when he opens the door he finds you, in one of his shirts, on your knees sitting on the bed. your on your phone facing the other way. you must’ve found his charger he thought. he quickly throws the panties behind his laundry basket before jumping onto the bed with you.

you turn and stand over him on you knees, him laying on his back. “i’m so fucking tired.” he smiles. “but im so fucking horny.” you joke making him chuckle. “you could always ride it, babe.”

“don’t have to tell me twice.”

[missluckycharms]

What is grief, if not love persevering?

Anon asked: heyyy! i love your writing sm💕 can you write angst please? make it hurt☹

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Summary: in which Harry is a single Dad due to losing his wife five years ago just shortly after their little love was born. Y/N has been there through it all. Harry has a rough night filled with whiskey and tears for his late wife.

A/N: this one is full of Angst and light hearted jokes to not get you too sad … sorry in advance, it’s a real tear jerker. Enjoy!!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, talks of alcohol and drug abuse, talks of depression and very low mental health, curse words.

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Five years.

It’s been five years since the passing of Myla Styles, the woman who granted Harry a wish he always wanted, the woman who loved him beyond all the galaxies and the woman who never saw any wrong in anyone, not even the worst of people, she always used to say “deep down, their heart is just aching” and Harry always admired that about her, she always looked on the positive side of life.

She held that same attitude as he held her hand in the hospital room, her fragile and pale body laying on the white bed as she peered up at him, oxygen tube in her nostrils and too many machines to count hooked up to her body, she was a shell of a woman, but she still had a heart of gold, the same hear Harry fell in love with when they were sixteen years of age. He hated seeing her this way, especially when their nearly one week old baby was resting in his other arm, fast asleep as her Mum clung to every bit of life she had left, but not once did her smile fade.

It all happened so fast, one day she was pushing life into the world and eight days later her life was being taken out of this world. There was complications with birth, the doctors and nurses finding undiagnosed ovarian cancer in her ovaries when they had to send her in for an emergency c section. Myla confessed she felt off, her body didn’t feel right, but she knew if something was seriously wrong, she wouldn’t risk the life of her baby getting treatment, she would rather her baby live over her. Doctors and nurses tried their best, trying to refer her to new hospitals to get stronger chemo if she wanted, but Myla refused, she told them to let her go, she was tired and she couldn’t stick around long enough to see if these treatments would work — she knew she was dying but Harry refused to believe it.

The day she left, was the day Harry felt like his whole world stopped, like the curtains were shut and he was left in a dark room with no way out. He promised Myla he would do his best to take care of their love, who they named Honey. He was dealing with the loss, Honey taking his mind off it a little and giving him reasons to pull himself from bed even on the days when he wanted to lay around and wallow in his own darkness — she pulled him out of those days, but two months later it all came crashing down on top of him.

He slipped into a wrong mind set, immediately knowing that Honey had to be taken away from him because he was living in fear he would hurt her, one day he woke up and he looked at her and just cried, he held her and he felt nothing, he didn’t even sympathise with her when she would cry for food, he felt nothing towards Honey and this scared him, terribly. Anne, his Mum took Honey in, letting Harry to relax and blow off some steam and get some help, his and Myla’s family all agreeing and saying he needed help and it wasn’t something to be ashamed about — he just lost his wife, they can’t lose him either.

Harry took the wrong route of clearing his mind and getting help, he found his therapy at the end of a bottle and a line of cocaine. He slipped into an endless spiral of week long benders and debts for drug money along with risking losing his home due to him quitting his high up job at his Fathers Law firm, he completely crashed and burned, he couldn’t live without her, he couldn’t stop his mind racing and the only way for it all to stop, and let him feel numb — was when he was drunk and high, passing out in every room of his home and in his garden, the neighbours finding him sometimes in their yard in a mess. They were the ones who got him help, they called up his family and they all rushed him off in an ambulance to get him sober and conscious again. Here is where he made the decision to sign himself into rehab, accepting the help the hospital offered and a few months later, he was out and clean, he stayed with his Mum until Honey turned one and that was the year Harry found his smile again, found his life and purpose again.

Looking back now, he doesn’t know how he ever made himself believe it was Honeys fault Myla was no longer here, he doesn’t know how he’s even alive because of all the drugs and alcohol he ingested every single night for three months solid, but he knows why everything turned around, it was his Angel looking down on him, guiding him and kicking him in the ass to get up and look after their little love, just like she asked him to do before she left, always look after himself and Honey.

It’s been five years since her passing, Harry is doing better than ever, he started working for his Dad’s company again and now he’s the president of the law firm, alongside his Dad who is the CEO, Harry being second in command and then being the CEO when his Dad retires from the firm. They kept their family home, even if it was just the two of them, they loved the home and it still felt like Myla was living here, her makeup still tucked away in her unused vanity in Harrys bedroom and her favourite paintings still hung up around the home. Harry even hired a nanny, she has been working for him for two years now, she’s even working alongside Harry in his office being his receptionist during the day and she’s Honeys afternoon and night nanny when she’s done in work and Honey is home from school.

Y/N is Honeys nanny, she takes care of the little lady and feeds her daily, even taking her to the playground and to the movies when Honey asked her could she go. She would do anything for Honey and Honey loved her endlessly, she loved the way she would allow her to eat sneaky chocolate bars after dinner every now and then and how she would always play dollies with her, kneeling down on the floor of the den and playing with the small girl until they were both in fits of laughter. Harry also adored Y/N, her passion for her job at the law firm along with her passion for looking after Honey is something he admires, she never once complains about being exhausted even though he can tell when she is, she didn’t have to think twice when Harry offered her the job as Honeys nanny, she knew the little one from her being in the office every now and then, and Honey was instantly drawn to her, the way she was so kind and the way she cared for Honey.

Tonight is a hard night for Harry, it’s Myla’s death anniversary and he’s been having a bad day, his mind racing and his heart breaking all over again, but this time he’s stronger, he’s able to power through until he could be alone and just let his emotions go, have a glass of whiskey and just cry a little flipping through old photo albums — he does this every year on her anniversary. Honey is tucked up in bed and he’s sat alone in the den on the sofa, the photo albums on his lap and his hand clutching a small glass of whiskey as he sips on it flipping through many photos from their wedding and from when they were teens and drunk in love in high school — so many memories can be attached to one person, and Harry knew one day they would be memories, but he didn’t know it would be so soon.

“Honey is fast asleep, left her door cracked open so she can shout if she- Harry? Are you okay?” Y/N stops suddenly, her eyes landing on her boss who was hunched over a photo album on the sofa, curtains drawn and the only light coming from a lamp beside a framed wedding photo of him and Myla on the table by the sofa.

“Yeah, thanks for putting her to sleep” Harry says weakly, not turning around which alarms Y/N, she’s seen him like this last year, she let him be as she was only new to it, but this year she’s determined to sit with him all night if he needs — he needs to have some company.

“That’s you?” She asks sitting next to him, Harry not moving or telling her to leave, he accepts her company as she looks down at the photo his eyes are laid upon — two teenagers at a party.

“Yeah, m’hair was a curly mess” he says with a low laugh, looking over the photo of a seventeen year old version of himself, smiling cheekily clutching a red solo cup and Myla wrapped under his other arm holding him around his waist, both their smiles wide and cheeky and their cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol in their bodies.

“I think it looks cute, pitty it’s not as curly now” she says with a light laugh, watching as his ring clad fingers turn the page, taking a sip from his whiskey as he goes.

“This was our prom, she made me wear a pink fucking bow tie — absolutely hated it” he laughs, the crinkles by his eyes evident as Y/N laughs along, looking down at the curly headed teenager in a black suit, white shirt and a bright pink bow tie, matching Myla’s floor length dress next to him, a shawl over her shoulders matching as the corsage around her wrist match the pink of her dress also.

“She hated that dress a year later, she was packing up for college and I was helping her when she found it, immediately burst out laughing” he says laughing loudly, remembering back at the memory he has, Y/N beside him happy at how joyful he sounds speaking of the memories.

“Oh here we go, Frat boy Harry!” Y/N says with a loud laugh, pointing down at a shirtless twenty year old Harry, backwards cap on his head and “Myla’s Bitch!” Wrote on his stomach in paint, two beer bottles in his hands and Myla on his shoulders cheering with her hands up in a red bikini, matching his swimming trunks and baseball cap.

“Some of the best years of m’life, raging parties and no more curfews, we were two hormonal teens absolutely smitten for one another” he says shaking his head with a laugh, his eyes bright as he flicks them over the photos ranging from Harry dancing, Myla being pushed into the pool by him and Harry passed out with a mustache drawn on him with Myla next to him holding the marker with a bright smile mid laughter.

The book is filled with their college days, to their graduation day from college, their photo in their first apartment, Harry on his first day of work and Myla on hers. They took photos of small things, but at the time they meant the world to them, they were milestones in their lives and they never wanted to forget them. Harry is forever grateful that Myla had an obsession with photography, otherwise he wouldn’t have these to look back on and hopefully show Honey one day what her Mum was like, even if she’s drunk and half naked in some of them at college parties.

Harry and Y/N are in fits of laughter, tears falling from their faces as Harry explains every single memory behind each photo, one photo containing a memory of Myla at her bachelorette party, Harry coming out as a stripper and giving her a lap dance as she slaps his ass and throws money all over her husband — that one will definitely not be shown to Honey. Harry is like a whole different person when he speaks about her, his laugh becomes louder and his eyes become brighter, he even ditched his whiskey after one glass to speak about his late wife, Y/N looking at him with pure amazement and proudness of how far he’s come, how he pulled himself from a hard time and carried on life for the sake of his baby girl. He’s truly inspirational in her eyes.

“It should be easier than this by now, right? Like I shouldn’t be still grieving” he says when their laughs and stories come to a stop, their eyes hooded with sleep and faces hurting from laughing.

“What is grief, if not love persevering? You were both childhood sweethearts, you’ve loved her since you can remember and you always will, she’s your whole world, of course you’ll still grieve her, you still love her, and that’s okay” Y/N blurts out, her words quick as she blabs on while Harry watches her, a smile on his face as she explains and accepts his feelings.

“Never knew you were Shakespeare” is all he says, she rolls her eyes laughing, slapping his bicep a little as he shuts the album, tucking it away in the drawer again before turning his focus back onto Y/N beside him.

“Seriously though, never tell yourself you’ve been grieving for too long, it’s okay to grieve and cry yourself to sleep some nights, I get that, I do. You lost a person who made you who you are, but don’t forget, you still have a little one that will need you to be the person who makes her who she is”

Harry thinks she’s amazing, she’s smart and she’s so empathetic towards everyone and anyone. She has a heart of gold and she will never let anyone explain hers or anyone else’s feelings for them, she always allows people to express who they are, heck, one night she brought Harry to a gym after hours, explaining how her brother is a trainer there and he gave her the keys on the condition that she does his laundry for a month, she let Harry rage out and punch the shit out of a punching bag one night because he was so upset. She cheered him on and he was smiling as he was punching towards the end, she helped him release the emotions that built up and would of lead him back down a dark path.

She’s been an Angel sent from above, he knows Myla sent her to him because of how much they’re alike, Harry knows for sure they were sisters in a past life, their kind hearts and understanding natures alike but they have their differences, Myla was very out spoken and loved to party but Y/N is reserved and would rather stay inside with a hot chocolate and her crosswords while watching TV, but that’s another thing that Harry finds fascinating about her, she’s younger than him by eight years, when he was her age he was partying.

“Thank you Y/N, I needed this tonight” he says with a smile, her own smile on her face as she nods leaning over to rub her hand over his in a comforting manner, the pair looking at one another as they soak in their presences.

“It’s getting late, I should go” she says realising it’s nearly midnight, Harry and her need to be in work tomorrow morning and Harry has to wake up to get his little lady ready for school also. He gets a bit saddened when she says this, he secretly wants to hear more of her own college years and her own prom much like he told her earlier.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow” he says with a smile, watching as she gathers up her bag and throws it over her shoulder, car keys now in her hand as she smiles at him once more before heading for the den door. She pauses and looks back at him, his eyes meeting hers as they hold contact for a few seconds before she speaks up.

“See you tomorrow, Harry”

[cruelsxmmcr]

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– SHE CAN FEEL THE TENSION AS THEY START TO PASS EACH OTHER in the hall. naomi’s been wondering if she should pull him – but every time she’s seen dylan unoccupied, she’s remembered how he told her not to speak, cut down every apology she had. it’s what holds her back now – until he’s literally stopped in front of her. knowing dylan, he probably just wants things to be on good terms, because he’s the type of guy that can’t stand to be on bad ones – likes to get along with everyone in the room if he can ( such a leo, really. ) it annoys her, how quickly she reads his body language, practically predicts the words he’s going to say next like she knows the movie. or knows him, but it feels almost wrong to do so, like fighting instinct. she doesn’t resist the familiar urge to look directly up at him, a nod of her head. “ yeah, sure, ” she cants her head lightly towards the couch, taking the olive branch that he seems to be offering. “ me either, ” naomi pauses for a beat, sitting down on the couch, but she turns to the side to face him, adjusting her bikini before she leans against the cushion. from the way she sees it, dylan’s in a good position – he brought back someone he can’t keep his hands off of, and most everyone seems to see the situation between dylan and herself as pretty black and white. she’s not really sure what they can do now besides rub salt in the wound of days prior, but she’s not opposed to leaving things with civility. she doesn’t expect much understanding from him after what he said after the recoupling – but maybe it is better this way, better that he doesn’t know how much she really liked him. a little easier to swallow than the truth, maybe. “ how did you want to leave it ? ” 

There’s a certain unpredictability when he talks to Naomi, and usually, unpredictability doesn’t faze him. However, in a chat like this, considering what had went down two nights ago, it’s a little hard not to wonder just how the chat will go. Yet, Dylan likes to believe that even though things got heated, talking had never been particularly difficult between them, even when Naomi was intentionally leaving important details out. He moves to the couch, taking a seat, nodding when she shares the sentiment. “I didn’t want to argue or fight. I wanted us to actually talk it out,” he starts. “I had things that had been playing in head for days on end and that I needed to get off my chest, and yeah, I let them all out. I’m not... really taking any of it back. But I didn’t want it to come out the way it did that night. I didn’t want things to get heated and tense,” he clarifies, pausing for a moment as his brows furrow. Maybe they’ll never go back to the way they were, but he doesn’t want to feel that tension whenever they’re in the same room or cross each other down the hall.

They both made their choices, in light of the cards they were dealt. Being away from her in casa amor had been rough, but it also gave him the time and space to process his feelings and emotions and come back here clearly knowing what he wanted to do and say. It all goes back to the same point: Dylan refusing to end up in another love triangle situation where he’s clearly not going to be the priority or the focus. After Luke and Mimi, then Rhys and Mimi, he genuinely thought things would be different with Naomi. It might’ve been his optimism or his feelings giving him that false hope when history was repeating itself. Dylan’s journey here had been a constant search for someone who would reciprocate the abundance of emotions he was willing to give, and really, he believes he could find that with Adela, someone who has chosen him time and time again in such a short period of time. “Emotions were running high that night.” He shakes his head before he looks up at her again. “But I wasn’t trying to be intentionally closed off or dismissive, and I didn’t mean for things to come out that way.” His brows furrow. “I’m not excusing myself, just clarifying, but some things you said... I’m not saying you were being dishonest there, but they rubbed me the wrong way considering we were literally breaking up for the other guy who had been in the background the entire time, you know?” He grimaces at how humiliating this is, but maintains the calm energy. He stands by the notion that while Naomi cared and liked him, it clearly hadn’t been enough for her to pick him. “I care about you, you’ve been an important person in my experience here, which is why it hurt the way it did and why it sucked to be on the receiving end of it.”