#and she said yeah I wondered - I didn’t wanna ask cause it’s your business what you wanna share but I was curious cause I noticed changes

[radioactiveswampmonsters]

Florida trip went well! For the actual purposes, my mom’s birthday, yeah no it went really great, it was wonderful

For my whole anxiety leading up to all of it, it went better than expected! The people I was most worried about didn’t say or do anything, but more than that I was able to have some candid conversations with my mom about trans stuff which was really nice, and I told my aunt I started hrt! She was the first person (outside immediate family) I came out to forever ago (cause her daughter, my cousin, also came as trans before I did) so I knew it would be totally fine, but still her reaction and support was still so kind and nice ❤️

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> kang yeosang x reader warning(s) -> mentions of prostitution, mentions of sex toys, mentions of non-conscensual sex, spiked drinks, abuse/neglect, etc. words -> 3.8K

abstract -> The famous doberman hybrid... something is happening behind closed doors and not just fruits and chocolate.

y/n perspective

“You are somehow worse now that you have hybrids” Wonyoung scolded me as she looked through my closet forcing me to go out with her. She said that I hadn't hung out with her and the girls for three months now. 

Which honestly was true… Now with Wooyoung and San, I don’t really leave. And I was busy with my new book that I've started writing. 

“There, you're ready! And the driver will be here in five minutes so let's start going down” she said as she dragged me out and I saw Wooyoung and San fighting over the remote. 

“Stop hogging the TV!” San scolded and I laughed at the two which must've caught their attention. “She’s leaving so be on your best behavior with you both! I’ll return her soon~” Wonyoung said as we were now in the elevator I waved at the two hybrids who seemed displeased. 

“Where are we even going?” I asked and she smiled. “There's this new restaurant that just opened. Apparently, Winter got us reservations for tonight” she said and I sighed. 

No wonder she dressed me up this way. 

The drive was a bit long as we arrived at this restaurant which had quite a big line. “Woah,” I said and she giggled. “Told ya!” she said and we cut the line as the hostess let us in and took us to our table. It was a really pretty place. 

“y/n!!” I heard as I saw Winter, NingNing, Liz, and Eunchae. “Hi! It's really been a while” I said and they smiled. “Yeah cause you're busy with your hybrids. You’re welcome by the way!” Eunchae said and I smiled. “I owe you one” I said and she smiled. 

“Even though one of them attacked you?” Liz asked worried and I sighed. “We don’t mention that," I said, forgetting what happened.

“How is the traumatized one?” Wonyoung asked while looking at the menu. “San is doing better. Working through some things but he’s a lot better now” I said and they nodded. 

“I heard this place is actually the best at their dessert!” Eunchae sad Winter, NingNing, and Wonyoung whined. “Diet?” Liz asked and they nodded. “It's a special night! Cheat it!” I said and they chuckled. The waiter came to take our order and we talked when… 

“Hello, girls!!” I heard as I saw someone I didn’t recognize. Suddenly Wonyoung’s mood seemed to drastically change. 

“Oh? I don’t recognize you three?” she said pointing to me, Liz, and Eunchae. I also noticed the hybrid beside her… he looked thin. 

“Introduce me!” She said annoyingly and the three looked annoyed and unamused. “Eunchae, Liz, y/n. Meet e/n '' Wonyoung said and she smiled sweetly. e/n… I heard her through Wonyoung stating how rude and conniving she was. Two-faced snake as she would say...

She was apparently famous because of her hybrid Yeosang who was a model, and online influencer. 

“I didn’t know you guys were friends with people outside of the beauty industry. That's a bit risky” she said and the three scoffed. “I have a reservation with others, but honestly they’re quite annoying. You guys don’t mind me joining right?” she said as she laughed it off and sat down. 

I already hated her. 

“So what do you girls have planned?” she said, ignoring us. I looked at Liz and Eunchae who looked quite annoyed. Eunchae pointed at her phone…

I opened mine to see a new group chat…

Beauty Influcers + “Common folk” Eunchae – so are we gonna just take this slander? Liz – suddenly I wanna go to the restroom 🧍 y/n – why’d she come in that way though? Just barged in our girl's night 😢

We were complaining through the group chat when: “You know it's rude to be on your phone when you're in a restaurant” she said and we looked at each other.

“Well, when you ignore them and tell us it's risky that they are our friends I don’t blame them? What are they supposed to do, sit there and get ignored?” Wonyoung said and she scoffed. 

“It's not my fault you're friends with people like them? They’ll destroy your reputation” she said and I scoffed. “The daughter of a rich CEO, an actress, and a model will destroy our reputation, girls,” NingNing said sarcastically. “Oh? Upcoming model and actress? Who’s the daughter of a CEO?” she asked and the girls looked at me. 

“So what do you do? Or are you even planning on working?” she asked me and I scoffed. “I’m actually a writer," I explained and she laughed. 

“A writer? Are you any good at it?” she asked with a clear judging tone to her attitude. “She’s done lots of things, but she writes novels now,” Winter said in my defense and she hummed. 

“You know… I need a script to write for videos I do with Yeosang here. He’s a popular hybrid. I'm sure you’ve seen his videos~” she bragged and I rolled my eyes. 

“No thanks. I’m currently writing a book” I muttered and she hummed. “I hate to break your passion, sweetie. But believe me, I can pay you more than you’ll ever make on those silly little stories" she said and I couldn't defend myself as the waiter finally came and took our order.  

She made the conversation about herself… I half expected her to leave for her so-called reservation. Instead she stayed until dessert. 

That's when I decided to pay attention to the hybrid next to her. She’d order him very small plates of food. He’d also barely touch his food while she ate much more than him. 

He wouldn’t look up at us and he sat up properly. 

“He’s pretty right?” She said while looking at me. “You wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff I have to do just to manage him. He’s just so pretty that everyone wants a piece of him” she said with a clear smirk on her face. 

“She already has hybrids,” Eunchae said and she looked surprised. “I bet not as pretty as my Yeosangie~,” she said and I scoffed. 

“Honestly… If San wasn’t bad with people, he could’ve been a really good hybrid model” Liz said and I smiled. “San is really pretty. It's always exotic hybrids who also are sought after '' Winter said and I think they were doing it on purpose. Now taking her attention of. 

“I bet Yeosang is better behaved. He can do anything and everything right!” she said and I wondered what she meant by that. 

“You look confused? Wanna find out?” she asked and I was confused as to what she was implying. “Maybe it’ll convince you to work for me?” she asked and I scoffed. 

“Please… we told her time and time again that panther was nothing but trouble but she always gives him the most attention along with that fox of hers," Wonyoung said as she fixed her lip gloss in front of our unwanted guest. 

“Oh, but he's so sweet! And he’s the best cook I've ever seen!” Liz complimented Wooyoung. “You have a fox and a panther? What a weird duo” she said and I shrugged. 

“Here,” she said, now handing me a card. It was a QR code with a location on it. “Trust me. Go and you’ll understand what I’m talking about” she said with a smug face. 

Yeosang beside her looked… sad? His ears twitched downwards and he had a tired frown on his face as he looked at his full plate, not even enough for a toddler. 

“It’ll be fun~”

“y/nnie!!” I heard as I walked inside and kicked off my heels. I hugged Wooyoung who was right in front of me. “Are you okay?” he asked and I sighed. 

“I hate people” I muttered and I heard two chuckles. “What happened, kitty?” I heard San say as his face got closer to mine and smiled.

“I’m never leaving this place again,” I said he now looked concerned. Wooyoung lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You must've had a really bad day,” Wooyoung asked and I hummed… “But you got all dressed up… how could you look so pretty and be sad” San teased and I sighed.  

“Can I ask you two something?” I asked and I could only see San nod clearly confused. “Can a hybrid really be happy with an owner who can buy everything but be used and overworked?” I asked and they sighed.

“I don’t know… All I wanted was to belong somewhere, I wasn’t given everything I wanted materialistically but I just wanted attention and love” Wooyoung said as he put me down to my bed. “I wouldn't be. You offered me the world but I was sure you’d abuse me… even with everything you gave me, that thought made me angry. I would’ve resented you '' San confessed and I thought back to Yeosang. 

He had to have been lying right? 

“Why do you guys keep your collars on without taking them off?” I asked and they shrugged. “I like it. It's a sense of security, '' Wooyoung said happily. “It's a pretty comfortable collar… I haven't had it bother me. It's almost like when you wear those tight-fitted necklaces' ' San explained. 

“If it did hurt though I wouldn’t wear it for long periods of time” Wooyoung explained. “Why do you ask?” San asked and I shook my head. 

“There was this hybrid I saw with this woman. She… was cocky, rude, and insensitive, and yet the way he acts around her reminded me of a trained hybrid. One who was abused and taught to be submissive” I explained and they looked at each other. 

“Well… that's common. It's why hybrids pity those in the upper class. They get abused more than a common household would. Even then the percentage is still high” Wooyoung explained and I felt my heart ache. 

“Which is why we’re thankful for you. You actually care about us ” San said as he now jumped onto my bed next to me. Wooyoung also joined. 

I only ever felt loved by them… and I loved them back.

yeosang's perspective

“How many times have I told you?! You’re just constantly humiliating me!” she yelled while throwing a wine bottle. 

“It's fine… you’ll make it up to me right?” she asked with a soft smile and ‘innocent’ eyes. Why did I always fall for it? Why couldn’t I make her proud…

“That girl. The writer, she’s well connected not to mention the daughter of rich parents” she said and I felt dirty as I knew what she wanted. 

“You know what to do right, yeosang-ie!” she said with a big smile. I nodded and she left me alone in my room. 

All the luxury in the world wasn’t worth it. 

Her stupid penthouse apartment just made me feel unloved, neglected, and like a slave. 

The beautiful clothing made me feel disgusting… and this stupid sparkly collar with this lock only gave me pain. A constant reminder of how I was just a pet.

That girl… she had two hybrids. I pity any hybrid who had a rich owner. 

But at least they weren't alone.

I sat on the couch waiting for the door to open. I was dressed in simple black clothing… There were a lot of erotic items in the bedroom and even the kitchen. 

What fantasy would I have to portray this time?

I heard the door click and I stood up with my head down to show her respect… even if she didn't deserve it. “Have fun~” I heard my owner’s voice. I saw the same girl from the other night look at my owner as she closed the door. She is pretty… I'd at least admit that. 

She turned to me and her face was flushed. Was she drunk? Most of the people who come here are… I hate this apartment. 

“Hello, how may I serve–” “Is there any food?” 

She cut me off and I sighed… I couldn’t have guessed she was into that. Then again it's always a surprise. She opened the fridge and sighed. “Why is there so much fruit and chocolate?” she whined. She brought it out and began… eating it?

Was she just hungry?

“Is there something specifically you wanted? I could request it from room service?” I asked and she sighed. She shook her head and continued eating the bowl of fruit. Occasionally dip it in chocolate. “I think he has food ready at home… When is the driver gonna be here?: she asked. “W-what?” I was confused. “The driver? e/n told me they’d be here…” she wandered off.  

Did she not know what she was pushed into? 

“By the way, she's a bitch?” She said casually, making me let out a quick laugh. It was a random thing to mention. “Hmm. Is it offensive to call someone a bitch if you’re a dog?” she asked and I laughed. “No… not really. Humans made it an insult and if you haven't noticed im not a female” I explained and she nodded.

“Why are you here? Did she want you to convince me to work for her again?” she asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Cause she's a bitch. I make a living off my books… So why is she asking me to do something so simple as scripts? Shouldn’t that be her job?” she complained and I smiled softly. 

“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked and she nodded and felt my heart drop. “I’m waiting for the driver,” she explained and I let out a sigh. “I really want to go home. I’m hungry and these fruits aren’t helping” she complained and she started to hiccup. She really was drunk… out of her mind. 

“What do you want to eat?” I asked now curious. She smiled softly… “I think Sannie wanted meat again. Anything he wants is fine” she said with a smile. Was that her hybrid?

“Who is he?” I asked and she grinned. “A beautiful panther” she muttered as she wandered off with a stupid smile on her face. “Is that right?” I asked now envious. “Mhm… he deserves the world, him and Woo. I’d give them everything I own to make them happy…” she trailed off. Was she actually good to them?

“What are they like?” I asked and she giggled. “The best…” she said progressively now, getting sleepy after eating. “That collar… doesn’t it hurt?” she asked me and I was shocked she’d ask. 

“I’ll be okay” I lied and she hummed. “When’s the driver getting here” she muttered as she now closed her eyes. She sat there with her head in her hands.

She looked like an angel… suddenly her phone rang. It sounded to be coming from her purse… I opened it making sure not to move her to try to turn it off. Instead, I answered the call… “y/n? Where are you, Wonyoung has literally texted everyone to know where you went?” a male voice said… the name was read as Doyoung?

“y/n?” he asked and I didn’t know what to say. “Do I have to call you, Yuta or Johnny?” he asked, sounding worried. “She’s drunk,” I said and it was silent. “Who are you?” he asked now with an angry voice. “e/n took her to an apartment? I’m her hybrid…” I said and he sighed. He asked where the apartment was and I told him. She wasn’t supposed to be here… she was supposed to be at a party out with friends and go home to a warm meal with her hybrids. I was jealous. 

I watched as she slept and I thought about taking her to the bedroom but… I didn’t want to see the array of toys, rope, etc to be there. She was better off sleeping here…

The door was soon met with aggressive knocking. I picked her up bridal style not wanting to let them in. They’d know if they saw everything in here… I stopped at the door. They’d know everything here… would they help me? Report it? I’ve tried before… could it be a trick to punish me?

The door soon swung open to reveal a girl and a guy. 

“Do something, you're the hybrid specialist!” she yelled/whispered. Hybrid specialist? Would he help me… was I even considered abused? “I’m a hybrid doctor, not a specialist!” he said. 

I could hurt her… but she didn’t deserve it. She seemed like a good person…

He soon tried inching closer… he was gonna grab her from my arms–

“Ouch!” he yelled in pain and I hoped he’d do something. Call hybrid control… I’d beg on my knees for him to do something about the bite mark now oozing blood.

“Doyoung!” the girl next to him yelled out as he grip his arm. 

“Call, Kun we don’t know what he did to her and he bit me. We’ll have to do an investigation”

-> y/n’s perspective

“She’s always been a heavy sleeper” I heard as I realized how cold it was. “y/n!!” I heard as I realized how bright the room was. “Huh?” I was confused… Where was I? Why did I have such a big headache? “Jeno, give her some space” I heard and I saw three figures looking down on me. 

“Uhm… hello?” I said and they smiled softly. “We’re glad you’re okay,” Taeyong said and I nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, realizing how big of a headache I had. 

“You were in an apartment with a doberman hybrid. He bit Doyoung and is being investigated” Taeyong said and I was confused. “Just know that you’ll have to make a statement if you remember anything. I hope you’re okay” he said as he left and Jeno rushed to get Johnny as they helped me check out of the emergency room. “y/n!!” I heard that I saw Wonyoung in last night’s dress. “What happened?” I asked and she shook her head. 

“I was hoping you’d tell me”

The elevator door opened when I saw San and Wooyoung slumped over the kitchen island sleeping. Have they been waiting for me since last night? Everything is such a blur… 

I rubbed San’s arm knowing I should wake him up first since Wooyoung might startle him. His eyes opened and he saw me with relieved eyes. He suddenly tackled me in a tight hug as I noticed his ears were pinned to his skull. “Where were you!” he yelled and I didn’t know what to say.

“We waited all night!!” San scolded them and they looked angry… “I don’t know” was the only thing I could say. They seemed to soften up a bit before calming down and hugging me.

“What do you mean by that?” they questioned and everything was a blur. “I don’t even remember drinking that much… I was told apparently someone took me to an apartment where her hybrid was? Then Wonyoung and Doyoung found me asleep” I confessed.

San looked angry and Wooyoung worried.

“You smelt of alcohol… and medicine but no one’s scent that would imply anything,” San said.

“Do you think someone spiked your drink?” Wooyoung asked and I shrugged. “That seems like the logical reason…” I muttered now feeling stupid. 

“You said someone took you to another apartment. They most likely spiked your drink, it isn’t your fault” San said and I only looked down. 

I need to try to remember what happened… maybe after a nap. 

I woke up… very confused and with a huge headache. I needed to call Taeyong.

I left the bed that had Wooyoung and San as I realized it was night. We went to sleep early in the morning when I came back since the three of us lost sleep.

“Are you okay?” I heard as I was now on the balcony. “Taeyong, is it a crime to spike someone’s drink? Could they get arrested for it?” I asked. “Of course. Do you remember anything?” He asked me… he almost seemed hesitant. 

“Yeah… e/n she’s an influencer who manages her hybrid—“ I soon saw the door to go back inside open as I saw San and Wooyoung looking at me worried. I offered them a small smile and tapped the seat next to me. “— I remember her handing me a drink and we had a conversation about her stupid job offer” I explained.

Wooyoung hugged me and rubbed his head on my shoulder almost as if he wanted to keep me warm.

“Do you remember anything that happened in the apartment?” He asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Nothing happened… her hybrid was there alone. I remember just raiding the fridge of strawberries?” I said, trying to remember.

I heard his laugh as San now held my free hand. “I’m glad to hear nothing malicious happened. I’ll make sure to give information to Jaehyun in case a lawsuit comes” he said and I nodded to myself.

“Taeyong? There are rumors about her… Wonyoung at the party told me about her invitation. She handed me one about three days ago? It’s a sex invitation with her hybrid… he does her sex work” I said and I felt San and Wooyoung’s grip tighten on me.

“Did he push you into doing anything?” He asked, sounding a little angry. “No… actually he seemed sweet. The night of the dinner he seemed submissive, I think he’s forced into it” I said my opinion as Taeyong only hummed. 

“Do you know anything else I should look into?” He asked and I sighed. “I think she blackmails people… I remember Wonyoung mentioning her suing a few people for inappropriate behavior towards him. I think she wanted to do the same with me” I confessed.

“I’ll look into it,” he said as we said our goodbye and hung up. 

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung asked and I smiled softly as I kissed his head. “Yeah… nothing happened despite her intention. I just feel bad for him” I said and they nodded. 

“I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be forced into a life like that. You said he was famous right?” San asked and I nodded. 

“I feel bad for whoever it is… but if it was me I would just take it. At least I had a home” Wooyoung said sadly and I hugged him. “But it’s not you,” I said and he smiled softly as he kissed me softly. 

“And I’m thankful to you and San for that,” he said as I saw San smile softly.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” 

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'No Kissing'

pairing. jay x fem!reader

genre. fluff, smut(lil bit)

warnings. mentions of sex, hickeys(sorta), periods

synopsis. Jay has been way too busy after he inherited his fathers company, and you've started to get some negative vibes of your relationship with him. Your thoughts vanish once you see his warm smile once again.

You wake up to an empty bed without Jay, your fiancée. You grab your phone from the bedside table to check the time. You groan as you get out of the bed to get dressed. You miss him- a lot. Ever since he had inherited his fathers company, he's been extremely busy. He'd always leave early in the morning and come home late at night. You often wait for Jay to arrive from work, but the next morning you'd find yourself in bed regretting why you fell asleep on the couch.  

You sigh, thinking of how the both of you used to make love back in college. You needed to feel him so badly. His breath on your core, the stretch and his lips. You missed very part of him. You heard the doorbell of the apartment ring, excited that it might be Jay. You run to the door, only to see Ben and Jay’s sister, Jiwoo, at the door.

“Hey y/n! Long time no see!” Jiwoo greeted you, pulling you in for a hug.

“Hey! What brings you here?” you asked politely.

“Oh- Jay said he'd babysit Ben while I’m away for my business trip"

“Really-?" you said, confused.

“Yeah,  didn't he tell you?" She asked back.

“Of course he did!" You lied.

You took Ben’s stuff upstairs to the spare room in your apartment. You loved having Ben around, but deep down you were a little upset about Jay not informing you about Ben’s stay. 

“Where’s Uncle Jay?” Ben asked, looking up at you.

“He’s at work Ben, but he’ll come back don’t worry” you say, smiling softly. "Wanna play Lego?”

“Yes!” Ben cheers.

You flop on the bed, tired after having a meal with Ben and visiting the park. You open your chat with Jay, and as usual- there was no new message from him. You felt hurt, and- ignored. It almost felt like Jay had someone else with him- that you were a burden to him. You had been too patient with him, so it was about time you were getting negative thoughts of your relationship with Jay. You looked at the beautiful silver ring wrapped around your ring finger, pondering. What if he was cheating on you? Or planning to break up with you? 

You muted the voice in your head, making your way to the kitchen to start on dinner. You watch as Ben played with his toy train. Looking at him playing made you wonder if you’d ever have a kid with Jay. You set the pan on the stove. Just as you were about to light the fire, the doorbell rings.

“Ben, can you get the door for me please?” you called out to Ben.

“Okay!” you hear him running to the door.

“Uncle Jay!!” Ben screams from where he was standing.

You almost spilled the oil that you were about to pour on the pan.

“Hey buddy I forgot you were coming over!" Jay carried Ben and made his way to the kitchen.

You looked at Jay and instantly all those negative thoughts melted away. You watch as he swung Ben from one arm to another, laughing while doing so.

Jay spotted you, his smile fading away in guilt. He felt guilty for not telling you about Ben’s stay, and for constantly coming home late. He hated coming home to see you asleep on the couch waiting for him. You wore a simple t-shirt with shorts that didn’t cover your thighs well. Your hair was tied into a messy bun, strands falling from the sides of your head. You looked gorgeous in his eyes. Even with all the trouble he caused, you still smiled at him warmly. Jay made his way towards you, Ben still in his arms.

“Hey baby” Jay pecked your cheek, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other holding Ben.

All you wanted to do was just cuddle with him. You feel Jay’s hand stroking your hair.

“Missed me?” Jay asked, returning the warm smile.

You nodded your head without hesitation, not wanting to play his game.

Jay notices your lack of response, and kisses your head feeling guilty once again for playing you.

“Eww” Ben says as he pushes Jay’s face from yours.

You giggle as you walk back to where you were. You start the fire and Jay instantly turns it off. You look at him confused as to why he did so.

“Let’s go out for dinner” Jay leaned on the counter, looking at you with loving eyes.

“I don’t know Jay, I’m not sure Ben will like it” 

“Hey Ben! You wanna go out for dinner or eat burnt food?” 

“Hey!” you punch his shoulder playfully.

“Let's go out!” Ben cheers from the living room.

Jay smiles in victory. You chuckle at his childish behavior.

During the whole car ride to the restaurant, Ben was sitting on the passenger seat with Jay. You would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you that Ben was constantly with Jay, but then again you remembered that Ben lost his father and that Jay was like a Dad to him. At the restaurant, Ben went straight to the play area, which finally left you alone with Jay. 

“He’s a handful isn’t he?” Jay said, chuckling.

“He’s cute though,” you replied.

“Y/n”

“Hm?”

“Thank you” Jay smiled at you.

“Why-"

“I know I've become more distant from you- and I’m sorry if I'm making you feel lonely” 

You look down at your plate of food.

“You deserve so much more y/n, this is not the life I promised you- and I’m sorry for not being there for you, love” he continued. Jay could feel his eyes water, he looked down and a tear fell on the side of his plate. Jay felt a hand cupping his cheek.

“It’s okay” you say as you wipe his tears.

 Jay leans his head on your hand, kissing your palm.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, I promise” He said.

“Not tonight baby, you look tired and don’t deny it” you run your fingers through his scalp in a comforting manner.

“You really are the best wife” Jay chuckles 

“Oh my god stop” You laugh along.

———————————————————

Jay stopped in  front of the apartment, caressing Ben’s shoulder as he was upset that the ride was over. Jay looked behind, only to find you sound asleep. He looked at your peaceful figure, your head leaning on the window, and your hair a beautiful mess. Jay carefully opened your side of the door and carried you bridal style, Ben following behind. He laid you on the bed like most nights when he came back from work. After he made sure that Ben was tucked in, Jay came back to the room to see you still in the same position he left you in. 

Jay gently removed your makeup, admiring your face, he loved your small pimples that were scattered across your face. Slowly he started undressing you, he carefully removed the strap of your dress and pulled it down. He couldn’t believe his eyes. You were in lingerie- his favorite one. Jay watched your body in awe, the lace sat beautifully on your body. He found himself getting hard- almost painfully hard. He missed making love to you so much, and if you wore lingerie of that sort tonight, it meant you were expecting sex- you wanted to make love tonight. Jay felt guilty, and a part of him wondered why you were still with him. You deserve so much more, you deserve to be loved and cared for. Jay removed the cloth of sin from your body without waking you up, he brought a damp cloth and started wiping your body. After changing you into his t-shirt and shorts, he got into bed and made you rest your head on his chest. Jay wondered how tired you were to not get up when he cleaned you up. He was going to make it up to you.

The next morning Jay woke up to make breakfast, he was going to surprise you. Jay took a day off today to be with you and hopefully make love to you. The thought of spending the day with you made him excited.

“Hey” you enter the kitchen in awe.

“Hey love, I took a day off today! We can spend the entire day together!" Jay hugged you and made you sit on the counter.

“Today is entirely about you alright?” Jay looked at you as you giggled.

Jay loved it when you laughed, it was like music to his ears. The both of you admired each other's faces until Jay leaned in to kiss you. The kiss was full of emotion. It also felt like an apology. Jay runs his tongue over your lips for permission to enter, you smile in to kiss and let him in. From passionate, it went to sloppy and hungry. Suddenly oxygen was important- but not for Jay. He made his way to your neck and started sucking on your skin, your moans were turning on Jay so much he wanted to fuck you on this very counter. Jay made his way down to your (his) shorts and hooked his fingers over them to remove it but Jay felt your hand restricting him.

You took his hand away, signaling him not to.

“Baby are you okay? Is there something wrong?” Jay started to panic. This was the first time you had done anything of this sort.

“No jay, you didn’t do anything wrong. It's just..” you looked down, ashamed.

“What is it then? Tell me” he caressed your hands.

“I- I got my periods” 

Jay chuckles softly at your embarrassed expression.

“Baby there’s nothing wrong with that, thank you for stopping me, love” Jay cups your cheek and kisses your nose and forehead in a comforting manner. You smile gratefully at him, but also sad that you won’t be able to have sex with him, then it clicked you-

“Oh my god” You said, thinking of last night.

“What?” Jay asked.

“Did you..” you look up at him.

“Oh the lingerie! Yeah that was a naughty thing you pulled there y/n” he said  teasingly.

“Jayy” you whine.

The both of you laugh and lean in to kiss once more until,

“NO!” Ben runs in between the both of you.

“No kissing!” 

Jay and you laugh at Ben and look at each other lovingly, waiting for the day to start.

End.

a/n: sorry guys for teasing ya'll. smut coming soon though!

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Same Mistakes

Anon requested: Dalton cheats on reader and she doesn't know but she notices their relationship is coming to an end cause he's acting weird and distant, then when she finds out and confronts him about it he begs her to stay.

A/N: As we all know I'm stupid and now my inbox is gone, but I started working on this request before I deleted it and I'm like 85% sure that's what the request said. If this is your request please let me know if this is what you wanted!! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 5.2k+

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, heated arguments, brief mentions of sex

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She had a bad feeling but she was too scared to look into it, terrified she would be right. 

Truth is, she started feeling like that just a few weeks ago, when she went back to Dalton’s dorm to surprise him with lunch and found an empty room and the bed unmade from somebody sleeping on it. Any other day that would’ve been completely normal, but she had stayed with him the night before and made the bed as soon as they both got up to get ready for class, leaving a perfectly made bed for them to come back to. 

Before that day, she would’ve never in a million years thought that Dalton would cheat on her. He had always been so loving and caring, even before they started dating, and once they became a thing he would constantly remind her how much he loved her, and on special days he was the most romantic person ever, and she always thought that she would spend the rest of her life with him, but now… she didn’t wanna think about it, but she couldn’t bury the thought of him with someone else after it crossed her mind briefly while looking at the messy bed.

Later that day she asked him about it, trying hard not to sound like she was accusing him of something, but his excuse just made her feel worse, her suspicions growing.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he inspected his bed, unsure of what was wrong with it. 

“Well, you know, I made the bed this morning before we left, remember?”

“Oh, uh- yeah, I came back to- to take a nap” He stuttered, not even looking at her. 

But it kept happening, a few more times.

Things started to change after that. He cancelled on the plans they had, he suddenly was too busy every afternoon and her presence might be a distraction, he was so tired at night he didn’t have the energy for anything and he even asked her to go back to sleep in her own dorm, claiming the beds were too small to comfortably fit two people, even though they were used to sleeping together.

Long story short he was distant, he was never around anymore and even when he was, she felt like she was missing him. He was just… different, and she was beating herself up wondering what had changed.

He on the other hand didn’t miss her, seeing he didn’t make an effort anymore and he could go days without answering a text or returning a call, ​​and it was not because Y/N took a long time to reply, she would always respond in a heartbeat if it was him. If it weren’t for her visiting his dorm every now and then to make sure he was doing okay, they wouldn’t talk to each other at all.

But today she was feeling hopeful. It was their anniversary and they had a date night planned, a date he didn’t cancel, so she took the entire afternoon to do her nails, her hair and pick a beautiful dress to wear. Her makeup took her a while but she still managed to be ready on time, so she made her way to his dorm, her palms sweating when she knocked on the door.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Was the first thing he asked, wiping her smile off of her face.

“I thought we would go out tonight” She replied, looking down at her hands to hide her disappointment.

“Oh- I guess I forgot to tell you but I remembered I have an important project for tomorrow, so I’m not gonna make it” The door was barely open and he was standing where the crack was, blocking his room as he held the door with a strong grip.

“Okay” Her voice was so faint she barely heard it herself “Do you need help? I could stay here for a couple of hours”

“No, don’t worry about it. I think it’s better if you leave”

Tears pricked her eyes, swallowing the small lump forming in her throat “Why?”

“Well, I’m busy with schoolwork and you can’t really help me with an art project, can you?”

She shook her head slowly “I guess I’m leaving then”

The tears she had been holding started to fall as soon as she turned around, she could feel her mascara clumping on her eyelashes and forming black streaks down her cheeks, ruining the contour and highlight she applied in hopes of impressing her boyfriend. She ran upstairs, knocking on Chris’ door desperately. 

“Oh my god, Y/N. Are you okay?” Chris asked her when she saw the mascara tears.

She shook her head as she entered the room, small whimpers leaving her lips as she tried to stop the crying.

“What happened?” Chris took her hand and guided her to her bed.

“Dalton” 

“What about Dalton?”

“I think he’s cheating on me” She had never said that out loud, and saying it broke her heart even more “I wish I was crazy but the signs… I know he is”

“I’m not trying to defend him or anything, but what makes you think that?”

“Everything, Chris. He has been acting so… distant. Ever since-” She stopped herself. She never told anyone his relationship with Dalton wasn’t doing so well, making up excuses to cover his. She just wanted to hold on to everyone else thinking they were a perfect couple.

“What? Have you guys been fighting?”

Y/N took a deep breath before saying “Remember the last night I stayed over at his dorm?” She nodded in response “Well, later that day I went back to surprise him with lunch, but he wasn’t there and the bed was a complete mess, and you know I always make the bed when I wake up. He said he went back to take a nap but you know Dalton, he has a hard time sleeping and when he does sleep it’s never during the day”

Chris didn’t know what to say, she wanted to comfort her but she didn’t know how “And he’s been acting weird since then?”

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears “Yeah, he’s been pushing me away since that day. Telling me he doesn’t have time to hang out, which I understand but not even answering a couple of texts? And cancelling every date we had planned?”

“Is that what happened today? I thought it was your anniversary”

“It is” She was nibbling on her lip profusely, looking up so tears would stop falling “I don’t know what I’m gonna do”

“Have you told him how you feel?” Y/N shook her head, she hated confrontation and she was hoping she didn’t have to do that “I think you should go talk to him”

“Right now?”

“If not now then when? You say you’ve been feeling like something’s off for a while but you haven’t said anything to him”

“I don’t know Chris-”

“If he is cheating on you then you need to break up with him, you don’t deserve to be in that situation and you deserve to know the truth”

Y/N inhaled as she considered what Chris just said. She was right, but she wasn’t ready yet “I really want to know, but I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because what if he is?” Tears started rolling down her face again, Chris hugging her tight as soon as it happened “I love him and… I just want things to go back to normal”

“I know you do, but believe me, it’s better if you know”

Y/N stayed there for a while. She decided to go talk to him, but she needed to put herself back together before confronting him. Chris helped her to wash her face and fix her hair, comforting her and offering to stay with her once they were done talking. Y/N accepted, she didn’t want to be alone, she knew it’d be a long night.

Once she felt better, she went downstairs, repeating in her head everything she wanted to tell him. She knocked loudly, and didn’t stop until he opened. He looked annoyed, and she stormed into his room as soon as he opened the door.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to talk”

“About what?” 

She blinked at him twice, did he not think they needed to talk? “About us, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Okay, now she was mad “Dalton, you have been ignoring me for days, and I understand if you’re busy but it doesn’t explain you pushing me away at all times”

“I’m sorry if you feel that way”

There was a moment of silence, both of them staring at each other as she tried to remember the questions she was supposed to ask, but none of them seemed to make sense now that she was standing in front of him “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“What do you want me to say?” 

“How about you tell me exactly what’s going on”

They were both raising their voices, but Dalton especially “I told you already, I’ve been busy with projects-”

“I could’ve stayed here with you, like we have done before”

“But why would you want to stay?”

“To keep you company, maybe?” 

“But all you do is lay on my bed while I try to paint”

“Dalton, do you know how many afternoons I’ve stayed here with you just so we can spend some time together? And you don’t even care anymore, you didn’t even cared to say thank you”

“I never asked you to stay,” He mumbled.

She scoffed before shaking her head “I wanted to, you know I worry about you when you work on a project for too long, you tend to overwork yourself-”

“I. Never. Asked. You. To. Stay” He interrupted her, his tone punctuated with each word “I would’ve been fine without you, I don’t need you in my hair at all times” His eyes hardened, his mouth opening to speak again “Don’t you have better things to do?”

“I just- I guess I thought you liked to be with me”

“I do, but you don’t have to be so clingy all the time”

She didn’t say anything, hoping she heard it wrong or that he’d apologise, but he didn’t “What?”

“You know, we do everything together and-”

“No, we used to do things together, not everything” She corrected him.

He took a deep breath, as if he was done dealing with her “Right. Look, I’m tired, we can talk tomorrow”

Y/N nodded, holding back the tears as she walked towards the door “Happy anniversary” She said before slamming it closed, running back to Chris’ room.

Dalton sat on his bed with his head between his hands for a moment, how could he forget? He took a deep breath as he got up, looking for a ribbon and a canvas he hadn’t touched in who knows how long. 

He made his way to Chris’ dorm, he was sure that’s where Y/N was, and knocked on the door a couple of times before saying “Baby, I’m sorry. I was caught up in schoolwork and I didn’t realise what day it was” But he got no response “Y/N please, I know you’re here, will you please talk to me?” “Go away, Dalton” Chris was the one to yell, making Dalton realise he would not be able to fix it, not tonight anyway. 

“Okay, I’m leaving this here, I- I love you”

Y/N skipped school the next day, her sore eyes and pounding headache being the only things she could think about. Well, that and Dalton.

She was staring at the portrait of them, the portrait he painted for their one year anniversary they were supposed to celebrate the day before. It looked… unfinished, like he didn’t even care enough to finish it but the paint wasn’t fresh, so she was wondering how long ago he stopped working on it.

The days after that were rough, long nights of wondering what she could have possibly done wrong, but even then she didn’t talk to Dalton. He tried to, a couple of times, but she needed a little bit of time.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

Everyone went home for thanksgiving, but she couldn’t afford to travel across the country and back so she decided to stay on campus. She wasn’t planning on going home anyway, she had made plans to go with Dalton to meet his parents and siblings and spend thanksgiving with his family, but obviously that wasn’t happening anymore.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Chris asked as she put down her suitcase.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me” Y/N gave her a reassuring smile before hugging her “Have fun, I’ll miss you”

“You could come with me, you know? My parents love you”

“I know” She replied as she pulled away “But I need to catch up on all the classes I skipped”

“Okay. Well, I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back in a few days”

They hugged one more time, Chris letting her know she could call her if anything happened. Y/N was thankful for Chris, she really was, but sometimes crying alone did more for her than having someone telling her ‘everything's gonna be okay’, she was tired of hearing that.

Hours later she found herself catching up on her homework for three different classes. It wasn’t really that much of a workload and she didn’t need to stay up all night to do that, but she was going to anyway. Perhaps she wanted to be productive, or maybe that was her trying to occupy her mind from the possibility of her boyfriend cheating on her.

She looked at the clock, it was 11:30 PM. She sighed, scribbling the answer after reading the question on her laptop, her eyes sore from staring at it for too long, when a text message interrupted her.

Unknown: Attachment 1: Image Unknown: I heard they have been at it for a while

That text message induced such a great shock on her tired, worn out body, tears falling down her face as soon as she read it. She didn’t wanna open it, but her curious mind was stronger.

Tapping on the notification, she prepared herself mentally to confirm her suspicions. And they were confirmed.

Her vision was blurry from the tears, but she was able to see Dalton standing at the bottom of the stairs in the art building, and he was with someone else, except she couldn’t see who it was, the big jacket and a beanie protecting her identity. He was smiling down at her, eyes full of… love? Those blue eyes she thought he reserved for her only, but clearly she was wrong. His big hands were around her waist as hers went around his neck, and his lips were stained with lipstick.

She broke down crying, curled up on her bed as she wore one of Dalton’s hoodies that still smelled like him. She now knew what the truth was, but she didn’t want to accept it. What happened to them? When did he stop loving her?

It was like her heart was ripped from her chest, all that time they spent together down the drain like it was nothing, like it all meant nothing to him.

She didn’t know for how long she cried the night before, but it was now 1 PM and she was just waking up, so she probably cried for hours. There was nothing left she could do to save her relationship so she made up her mind to break up with him as soon as he came back to campus.

Y/N: We need to talk, just let me know when you’re here

The message was left unanswered, as usual. She rolled her eyes and put her phone down, returning to her facetime call with Chris.

“Do you know who that is?”

“No, sorry” 

Y/N sighed as she sipped her hot coffee “What about the number? Do you know who sent the picture?”

“What’s the number? Maybe I can ask around to see if any of my friends know”

Y/N sent her the phone number, along with the picture of Dalton and the other girl “Thanks. Don’t show anyone that picture thought, I’m already embarrassed as it is”

“Embarrassed? Y/N, he should be the embarrassed one, you didn’t do anything wrong”

“Maybe I did-”

“Y/N no, stop doing that to yourself. We both know it’s not your fault”

She nodded “I can’t help it. I just don’t understand”

“Understand what?”

“Was I not enough? Why did he need to find someone else?”

Chris hated to see Y/N going through that, how she felt like she was not enough or that it all ended because of her, and she hated Dalton for causing all of that “I know it’s hard right now, but I promise you’ll understand that none of this is your fault. Y/N you’re amazing, and he’s an idiot for not realising”

Talking to Chris made her feel better, but all those terrible emotions came back whenever she looked at the picture again, a million questions in her mind. How long has he been doing this? Who is she? Does he still love me? What did I do wrong?

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

A couple of days later Dalton finally answered her.

Dalton: Just got back, I’m in my dorm

Her heart sank at the notification, she didn’t want to talk to him, she didn’t want things to be over. There was still a part of her that hoped everything was just a misunderstanding, hoping he wasn’t cheating on her and she was just a friend. But deep down she knew the truth, and the possibility of it being a mix-up was down to zero, and after he made it clear that he didn’t wanna be in a relationship with her anymore, she decided to fulfil his wishes.

It was a long walk to his dorm, the cold weather bothering her more than usual but she still was slow, dreading the conversation she knew was about to happen.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the door, Dalton opening it almost right away.

“Hey” He said faintly, worried he got caught.

“Hi” She entered the room and looked around. She had been there a million times, and so many of those times were special little moments they shared together, but right now it felt like she was disconnected from the space “How was your break?”

“It was good. I’m tired but it was good” He tried to give her a smile, but stopped when he noticed her stare full of fury “What did you want to talk about?”

Seriously? “I’m breaking up with you” Her voice was weak, but she did not dare let a tear slip past her waterline, he didn’t deserve to see her cry. 

“What?” The shock in his eyes looked so real that Y/N almost believed him “Why?”

“Did you really just ask that?”

“So that’s it? We’re over?”

“Dalton, come on, we’ve been over for a while” She stepped closer to him, pain and anger written all over her face as the tears struggled to stay on her eyes “We didn’t even feel like a couple anymore, Dalton, you forgot our anniversary, and that day you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me. And to think I planned a beautiful night for us and bought you an expensive gift. Do you have any idea how stupid I felt?” 

“I didn’t know you were feeling like that”

“Of course not, when have you ever listened to me anyway?”

Dalton rolled his eyes “Okay, I understand but we don’t have to break up, I already explained what happened that day, I was busy and completely lost track of time”

“And I guess she doesn’t have anything to do with this?” Y/N showed him the picture, his demeanour changing immediately.

“Y/N I- I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry” His eyes and his voice softened as he tried to reach for her, but she turned around and wiped the tears that left her eyes, a million questions flooding her mind.

“So it’s true” She was just confirming to herself what she already knew. Anger and pain washed over her body. Why her? Why her when she’s been nothing but perfect to the man she loved the most?

“Baby, I can explain” 

Y/N turned around to face him again “Who is she?” He shook his head, his eyes begging her not to make him say it while hers watered “Who is she?” She repeated.

“You don’t wanna know”

“Why? Cause I might find out you’re cheating?”

A few tears started to roll down his face, his hands desperate to hold hers “I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Cause you’re gonna hate me even more” Y/N stared at him, even more tears falling as she tried to think who the girl could be. 

“Did you two- did you sleep with her?” His nod was barely perceptible, if she didn’t already know the answer she would’ve missed it. Maybe he was right, maybe it’d be better if she didn’t know. 

“I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry”

“Stop it”

“I know I fucked up but she doesn’t mean anything to me, I swear”

“Shut up, Dalton. I just… I don’t understand”

“Let me explain-”

“And I don’t care how many times you apologise, how do you expect me to forgive you?” She took a couple of steps back, trying to figure out what caused him to do such a thing “Even if we stayed together and got married and started a family, how can I ever look at you and not think about that?”

“Baby I want all of that, I want the rest of my life with you, like we talked”

“That was before you ruined everything”

“I know what i did is wrong-”

“Wrong?”

“But we can work this out”

“What? No, Dalton, stop”

“Just give me another chance, please”

“Is that why you've been so distant, huh? Was she here on our anniversary?” Dalton didn’t say anything, and the flashes from Dalton’s knuckles turning white from holding the door closed that night creeped her mind. Her heart ached so much that every time she breathed deeply, it was scorching her to the core “How could you do that?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”

“Stop apologising”

“You know I didn’t mean it”

“Just stop… god”

“Y/N just hear me out, I swear it only happened once”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I know that’s not true. Do you know how many times I came to an unmade bed? And how many excuses you made?” He stayed silent “I don’t care how many times it happened, you still did it and nothing is gonna change that”

“I know”

“You’ve been hurt before, right? What if I was the one cheating, would you just forget it ever happened and come back to me?” Once again, he didn’t say anything “Of course you wouldn’t. Dalton, how could I ever forget what you did? Or everything you said to me when we were fighting, and the fact that you lied and- and cheated-”

“But you came all the way here”

“Because I care, and you… you never cared, you never tried-”

“I care, I care so much. Baby please, you have to believe me” He tried to reach out to her, but she pushed his hand away.

“No you don’t, and if I’m here it’s because i know after this we’ll never see each other again, we’ll never talk again and this just has to end”

“But I don’t want it to end”

“Well, you ended it when you cheated on me”

He stared at her for a moment before saying “But… I want you, she didn’t mean anything to me” He approached her again, his hope growing a little when she didn’t stop him. He put a strand of hair behind her ear, softly brushing her cheek “I know I fucked up but I can’t go on without you, I just can’t”

“Well you have, countless times while I was left in the dark wondering if I had done something wrong, crying myself to sleep when I couldn’t get a hold of you, Dalton, and in the meantime you were with her”

“I’m sorry-”

“And you have the nerve to say all that shit to me, acting like I was suffocating you, when in reality I was trying to save us!” She pushed him away.

“I’m so sorry”

“No, you’re not”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please let’s talk about it”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. Was she worth it?” He shook his head, ready to leave his pride behind as he kneeled in front of her as he grabbed one of her hands “What are you doing? Stop”

“I promise it was an accident, it won’t happen again”

“An accident? Dalton, are you hearing yourself right now?”

“Please, don’t let me go” The grip on her hand tightened, pulling her closer to him.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

“No. I don’t want anyone else, I want you, Y/N”

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore”

“But everything I said… I meant it, I love you Y/N and every second we’ve been together has meant everything to me, baby you have to understand”

“Liar”

“I’m not lying, you know I’m not” She pushed his hand away, rolling her eyes when another tear rolled down his face “I know I don’t deserve it but please… just one more chance and I can fix this”

“Give you a chance? I gave you a chance when I believed your excuses, when I forgave you for cancelling every date we had planned, when I tried to understand why you locked me out and when I almost forgave you for forgetting our anniversary, I gave you so many fucking chances!”

“But I swear it wasn’t like that, she meant nothing.”

“You’re unbelievable… god, what are you saying?”

“Just think about how great we are together” He said, trying to hold her torso, but once again she stopped him. 

“Dalton, stop that”

“We’re a great team, aren’t we? We understand each other so well, we know each other better than anyone else, god, I’ll do anything, I swear”

“No, it’s not gonna work”

“Yes it will, and I’ll make sure of that”

“No” She was having a hard time blocking out how much love she still had for him, but she wasn’t forgiving him, there was no way.

“I swear I don’t want anyone else” He held her hands and started kissing them, his lips giving her a sense of home that she missed “Y/N please, I love you” 

“I know” Her response was weak as she started crying again.

“You know I love you and I would do anything for you” He continued kissing her, a few tears falling on her hands “Do you still love me?”

“I love you… oh god” She released one of her hands from Dalton’s grip, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her face.

“See? It will work, we will make it work” Y/N shook her head, she was feeling stupid for almost falling for that “Baby look at me, everything’s gonna be alright. Just think about how great we’re together”

“Who is she?” She dared to repeat the question as she looked at him again.

Silence filled the room for a moment, his voice barely above a whispered when he finally answered “Annie”

Annie, her roommate Annie. She was in Dalton's art class, and she was the reason they met when Annie introduced them one day after their art class. She felt betrayed on a whole new level, not only by Dalton but by her too. They were friends, they had been roommates since day one so they were close, how could she do that? And these past weeks when she had been mourning her relationship, she was there the whole time and she knew exactly what was happening.

“How long?”

She was getting annoyed at how long it was taking him to answer her questions “The day we went to town… I walked with her to your dorm after our class to pick you up but you weren’t there yet”

“So you did it in my room?” It wasn’t really a question, and she felt even more disgusted at the thought of them in her own room.

“It was one moment of weakness”

“One moment of weakness?” He nodded, his hands now holding on to her hips “But it didn't stop there, did it?”

“I’m sorry”

She swiped the tears away to her temples “What does she give you that I can't?”

Dalton shook his head quickly “Nothing, you’re everything I could ever ask for”

“Then why did you do that?”

He didn’t have an answer, he didn’t really know how it happened or why it kept going, but he couldn’t deny he was enjoying it before he got caught “I don’t know” He whispered.

“Do you love her?”

“No, of course not. I love you” He was holding her tighter, convinced that if he held her long enough she’d want to stay.

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid”

“You know it didn’t mean anything, it was a mistake-”

“Get your hands off me, I’m leaving” She said as she tried to free herself.

“Baby, please don’t leave, you have to hear me out”

“Dalton let go, I don’t wanna be here” Her words struggled to come out from how much she was crying. 

“Please no, I don’t wanna let you go” He looked up at her, his eyes begging for forgiveness “Let’s just talk about it, yeah? Let me explain”

“Save it Dalton, it’s over” 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. This is obviously my fault but I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to stay” She finally freed herself, and her only goal was to go back to her room. She turned around and headed to the door, his hand tried to come to stop her, but she flinched away. Y/N could hear him spittin nonsense, but she was drowning out his words “Baby please, I love you”

She turned around to face him one last time, spotting Dalton still on his knees in the middle of his room “So you’ve said, but how can you hurt someone you claim to love so much?” He was about to say something, but she didn’t wanna hear it “There’s nothing you can do to get me to stay, you threw everything away”

“I know, my love, but-”

“I’m gonna leave and you’re gonna stay here, just… leave me alone, I don’t ever wanna see you again”

Y/N exited the room, leaving Dalton alone and a complete mess. He regretted what he did, and he wanted to think that if she would just give him a chance to explain she’d forgive him. But he knew that would never be the case, and that his mistake was bigger than any apology, she was right to leave him.

He stared at the door for too long, taking in every emotion he was feeling: remorse, anger, pain, agony… he just felt like life was being sucked out of his body because he ruined the most important part of it, and there’s no one to blame but himself.

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.:. A Ghost's Embrace .:.

Even though the rest of Task Force 141 understood that you were in fact with Simon, the two of you never displayed any affection in public. Feelings were dangerous and a liability in your line of work, having that information slip into an enemy's hand was a death sentence. And even though you and Simon had this agreement, he couldn't help but want to show everyone you're his, especially when Konig found comfort in your presence and would always be by your side. And it certainly didn't help when Price had paired you and Konig up for several upcoming missions. Ghost said nothing at the announcement, but his death glare was obvious.

The mission was successful, but not without civilian casualties and bloody injuries. An enemy had come up from behind you through the window, so you pushed yourself backward and out, the two of you tumbling down the roof. The plan was to use him as a cushion for your fall, the plan didn't involve him getting impaled on a steel rod and you barely able to move in time. The sharp protrusion sliced through your side like a hot knife. The gash was deep and the blood wouldn’t stop pouring, causing your vision to go blurry and dizzy. König grabbed your vest and pulled you to the side behind a concrete cover. Labored breaths left your lips. From all the screams the Austrian had heard in his military past, yours was the most heartbreaking when he secured the tourniquet around your midriff to keep you from bleeding out. Soap and Ghost showed up at the last minute to dispense the rest of the enemy soldiers, Ghost kneeling beside you.

»Simon,« he could see the fear in your eyes, he could hear it in your voice. »I don’t wanna die, Simon.«

»You won’t, sweetheart.«

The doctors in the Los Vaqueros infirmary worked tirelessly on your wound, making sure to keep you alive and stable, but you hadn’t woken up in a week, which was beginning to worry them and your teammates. And even though Ghost didn’t show his worry, he was internally panicking. He needed you in his life. You were the only sane part of his insane lifestyle, he couldn’t lose you.

You wake up attached to a machine that monitors your heartbeat. It shows a slight increase in speed as you wake up from your neverending slumber but quickly goes back to its regular rhythm. The hospital room is crude in design, you assume you’re in some army base hospital rather than an actual hospital. Your side is stitched and bandaged, and you can’t even feel the pain, but that must be due to the painkillers in your system. They make the room spin slightly as you stare at the ceiling. You wonder how long you’ve been out cold, are the others still here, or did they continue their lives and missions like nothing happened.

The door opens and reveals a woman in a white coat, her long brown hair tied in a high ponytail. Her eyes connect with yours and her serious expression changes to a wide smile.

»You gave us quite a scare, Mrs. Ri- sorry, I was told you prefer your call sign; Shock. I’m Josele Martinez, the chief medical doctor.«

Nodding absentmindedly, you wonder what she wanted to say before she corrected herself. Maybe she confused you with another patient, that could happen if the hospital is busy.

»How are you feeling?«

»Tired, like I was run over by a truck. And high.«

»We had to dose you with medication, even in your coma your heart was going crazy from the pain. You mind if I look at the wound?«

You slip your legs from underneath the covers and over the side of the bed, lifting your hospital gown enough for her to check.

»You’ll be good as new in a few weeks. It missed your vital organs.«

She changes the bandages and you take a few deep breaths to keep from moving too much. You ask her where you are and if anyone else is here as well.

»Yeah, Task Force 141 just came back with Alejandro.«

»I want to see them.«

She leads you down several corridors, your ears picking up a conversation between Ghost and the others when you’re near the mess hall. A man with a Spanish accent seems to be the loudest. Josele opens the door, all their eyes suddenly on her. Alejandro was just about to ask what the emergency is when you appear from behind her. Soap and Price smile in greeting, happy you’re finally among the living. A large smile adorns your bruised features and it’s what prompts Ghost to wrap his arms around you.

You snuggle into the warmth his strong body provides, your own hands on his chest. You hear him breathe in your scent and you do the same, exhaling a blissful sigh. He believed he would never hear or feel you again, a burden suddenly lifting from his shoulders.

Later that evening and after several meetings with the doctor almost calling you something other than your nickname, you get a visit from Ghost. He sits down beside your bed and rises you from your slumber. You turn the bedside lamp on and sit up, a tired smile on your face.

»You’re staying here for another week, no missions.« He sees you’re about to protest and hums, »that’s an order.«

A chuckle escapes your lips, »you know my rank is higher than yours, right?«

His gloved hand caresses your cheek, »I need you safe.«

His words make your heart melt, leaning into him for comfort. The door suddenly opens and a nurse enters, carrying some medication for you. She addresses you by your last name, except it’s not yours. Ghost goes rigid. The nurse finally leaves and you look at Simon.

»Riley, huh? I don’t remember marrying you.«

For a long moment, Ghost says nothing. For the first time in his life, he’s too afraid to look you in the eyes, too afraid to say something because his voice would betray him. You gently pull his mask off and touch his cheek, blue eyes now watching your every move. Closing the gap between you two, lips almost touching, you breathe out a single word. Ghost reacts by pressing his lips to yours.

»Yes.«

[mattsdae]

so mean

// matt stone x fem reader , mean dom!matt , degradation , verbal humiliation , man handling , generally rough sex , dacryphilia , cunnilingus , vaginal intercourse , fingering , cum eating (kinda?)

nsfw under tab

matt has a special ability that isn’t too impressive. if anything, it turns most people away from him and he understands why. telling someone your talented at being an asshole isn’t the best look. he isn’t always a dick, though. he’s actually really respectful to people, but whenever they turn their back, it’s free game.

you always liked that about him. it was funny seeing him go from sweet and respectful to rude and down right mean as soon as they get out of ear shot. sometimes you’d hit him on the arm or tell him to shut up, but you always laughed. he loved making you laugh, especially at other peoples expense.

sometimes you wondered if he talked about you before in the same manner. most people would be insecure about the idea, but you found it strangely attractive. he was mean and you liked it, even if it would be directed at you.

“matt? matt stone?” a man came up. matt paused and nodded. people didn’t stop him often, but when they did, he was always sweet and respectful. even when they’d turn their backs, he didn’t say much. he only liked talking shit about people he felt deserved it.

“dude, it’s such an honor!” he grinned and held out his hand. matt shook it and nodded.

“nice to meet you,” matt responded. you knew how much he hated being hyped up. it was sweet at first but people often went a little too far with their praise, sometimes bombarding him with compliments on the show. he was a normal dude, so hearing strangers praise his work was a hit jarring, even after being in the business for such a long time.

“oh my god, do you think you can do me a huge favor?” and there it was, the final nail in the coffin. you already knew what was coming. matt nodded awkwardly as he pulled out a thick pile of papers with a show title on the front. you looked away to hide your smile. “do you think you can read this over and tell me if it’s any good? i really want to pitch this to comedy central and i just wanna know if it has any potential.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” matt looked visibly uncomfortable, but people like this were never socially aware. the man quickly pulled out a pen and wrote his phone number on the front.

“just gimme a call when you read it! thank you so much! and put in a good word for me, will you?” matt nodded as the guy walked off. you held your hand over your mouth.

“this motherfucker really said put in a good word for me,” matt finally started. you bursted out laughing.

“i was trying so hard not to laugh,” you said though giggles. he shook his head and started walking.

“it’s almost admirable how dense that dude is. i mean, does he know how many of these i get?” you shook your head. “think about it, how many scripts have i read that’s been given to me by fans,” he airquoted. he knew people who truly enjoyed the show would never do something like this.

“none-“

“fucking goose egg,” he interrupted. you laughed again as you started heading into the restaurant matt’s been talking about. “you see me with my girl, obviously dressed up for a date, and you think it’s a good time to give me a shitty ass script?”

he laughed as he went up to the host stand, giving the name for the reservation and asking her to throw away the script. you chuckled again as you were seated.

“sometimes, i feel like i can be too much of an asshole, but shit like that makes me feel like i’m too nice to people.” you nodded as you glanced over the menu.

“you are an asshole, but you get away with it ‘cause you only talk shit to me,” you chuckled. he shrugged as the waitress came up and asked for your drink order.

“i hate being rude, but i can’t not talk shit about people like that! they act like i fuckin’ own the place,” he laughed after she left. he shook his head. “knowing my luck, i’ll tell someone to fuck off and they’ll go to tmz.”

“since when did you care about tmz?” you laughed.

“i don’t! but i don’t need random people speculating about my personality! anyone would get pissed off over constantly being given stupid script after stupid script. and to ask me to put in a good word to?!” you laughed.

“you’re still stuck on that?” you ask as the waitress put down the drinks.

“of coarse i am!” he said before ordering for you and him. “what good word would i put in? oh, this guy that randomly walked up to me in the street and harassed me into reading his script actually has a good pilot! you should make this into a show, mr.comedy central! fucking pathetic.”

you laughed along, but the last sentence made your chest flutter. even though most of what he said was true and not exactly mean, you still found yourself getting a little wet at the way he spoke.

“one day, i’m gonna have to actually take someones script and call them a few days later and just tear into it. tell them how unfunny the jokes are, how unnatural the dialogue is, or just tell them it’s shit and to never make another person be forced to shit through 20 pages of garbage.”

“that’s so mean!” you respond with a smile. “you’re gonna make them cry, matt.”

“good. maybe they’ll stop being a lowlife and leave LA instead of taking up space.” you rolled your eyes with a smile. he moved on after that statement, instead focusing on you and how your day was. the food was good, the conversations were better and by the time you got home, you were all over eachother.

“matt,” you pulled away. he had you pinned against the front door within seconds of getting into the house and he instantly went in for a messy and desperate makeout session. “you know how you’re an asshole?”

“i guess,” he chuckled. you looked away and let your hands run up his chest.

“do you think you can do that to me?” you look up and smile. he looked away with a smirk before finally returning to your gaze.

“you sure about that, sweetheart? i don’t wanna make you cry,” he teased and leaned closer, keeping eye contact as he tilted his head. “why? do you want me to.”

you nodded quickly as he started kissing your neck, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you closer. you moaned as his hands explored your chest and waist. he smiled against your skin.

“you gotta tell me if i’m going too far.. you know how i can get,” he said and glanced up towards your face, seeing your head fallen back and mouth agape. “talk to me, princess.”

“okay, i’ll tell you,” you responded, feeling your stomach warm up at the sterness in his voice. he nodded and kissed you on the neck gently.

“good girl. go to the bedroom and get ready. i’ll be up there in five,” he said and pulled away, smiling at your reddened face. “and if you’re not ready by the time i’m up there..”

he trailed off, looking you up and down like a piece of meat. you nodded and scampered off to the room, blushing harder when you heard him chuckle behind you. once the door shut, you immedietly started pulling off your clothes and throwing them to the corner.

you knew this would end like every date night, so you already had your pretty stuff on. he always gawked over you when you wore pink, so the pink bralette and panty set was an obvious choice. after going to the bathroom and touching up your makeup, you got back in the bed and kneeled.

waiting was possibly the worst part. the time between getting ready and him walking through the door always invited insecure thoughts. it sucked, but as soon as he enters the room, it always disappaited. you smiled when he opened the door, still dressed in his slacks and button up. it all fit him perfectly.

“aw.. i see what you’re doing,” he said. you felt your stomach tense. his voice was more gravely than normal and he sounded like a movie villian. “you trying to look all cute so i’ll be nicer to you?”

“no, i just-“

“did i tell you to talk?” he cut you off and glared. you shut your mouth and swallowed, shying away from him. his dress shoes clicked against the hardwood before entering the bedroom. for once, you felt truly intimidated by him. “why do you look scared? i thought you asked for this.”

he stood over you, head held high. you looked down and jumped when he grabbed your jaw, making you look back up. he leaned down, his face right next to yours.

“is this okay?” he said gently, completely opposing his original tone. you nodded. “use your words.”

“yes, it’s okay.” he nodded and leaned back. he looked over you, making you feel the need to cover up. like a predator looking at its prey, he seemingly drooled at the thought of destroying you.

“you look so pretty. touched up your makeup too, hm?” he said as he ran his finger along your jaw, glancing at your lips. “too bad it’s gonna get ruined. go ahead and get on your knees in front of me.”

he stepped back and smirked as you immedietly followed. you looked up at him again, now feeling even smaller than before. he crouched down and untied your hair, letting it down before twirling it with his finger. looking up at him was intimidating enough, but now that you two were eye to eye, you felt like you were gonna cry.

he looked at your lips for a moment before his hand found its way to your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your lower lip. you looked at him as he made you pout. he smiled.

“you are just too cute,” he said before tapping your lip. “open up.” you did and his slid his thumb past your bottom teeth and let your lips close around it. you kept eye contact as you sucked.

you knew matt, arguably better than anyone else, but the look in his eye was something you’ve never seen before. his gaze was piercing, almost daring you to disobey. he didn’t say what he’d do if you weren’t ready in time, but the look in his eye made you question if you wanted to find out.

“you wanna suck me off?” you nod, his finger still pressed against your tongue. “go ahead and ask.”

you looked at him, confused. he rose his eyebrow at you before rolling his eyes and standing, combing his fingers through your hair. you gasped when he gripped onto a chunk and pulled your head back.

“am i gonna have to spell everything out for you?” he said. your stomach flipped. “go ahead and ask if you can suck me off.”

he glared, arms crossed and everything. your lip trembled as you looked down. your hands formed into fists. you still felt his eyes on you as you tried to speak. a tiny whimper came out when he hooked his finger under your jaw and made you look up again.

“can i.. please?” you ask, embarassed to actually say it. he tsked and shook his head.

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that, baby.” you swallowed and blinked, letting a tear fall. he smiled. “aww, are you really crying? come on, you can’t even take a little teasing?”

you wiped your face and sniffled. you heard him laugh above you as you tried to speak again, stuttering through your words.

“wow.. can’t even speak clearly. it’s gonna be a long night if you can’t follow these simple orders.” he tilted his head again and smiled, teasing. you whimpered and looked up at him. he leaned forward a bit and cupped his ear.

“can i please suck your cock?” you asked. he smirked and stood straight again, rolling his shoulders as he unzipped his pants.

“good girl,” he said. even though you were eye to eye with it, you were still a bit suprised by how hard he was.

you knew he was good at being mean, but you didn’t expect him to enjoy it this much. he wasn’t exactly kinky, always just going along with what you wanted. it was a nice change of pace, though. you leaned towards him, only to be pulled back by your hair. you looked up, teary eyed again.

“i’m taking the lead, remember? just open your mouth and let me do the work.” you nodded and parted your lips, almost instantly gagging as he forced himself down your throat. you pulled back and coughed while he laughed. “okay, okay, i’ll be gentle. just wanted to see what you’d do.”

you glared at him and he mouthed sorry before tapping the head on your lip. you opened again and he took hold of your hair, guiding you forward. other than the rough start, he was still pretty tender, refusing to let you sink too far. you pulled off.

“matt, please-“

“you got mad about gagging just a second ago. just wanna make sure you don’t choke again,” he smiled. you whimpered as he guided you again, slowly pushing you lower. “you think you can get it all?”

you nod as he slowly pushes you further and further down, grinning as tears welled up in your eyes. eventually, your nose met his naval and you swallowed around him, making him moan. he pulled you off roughly and made you stand.

“go lay down,” he said and pointed. you nodded and went to the bed, laying on your back. he slipped off his shoes before climbing in after you.

“you aren’t gonna get undressed?” you asked. he looked back, confused.

“why would i?” he said as if it was a stupid question. you nodded as he kissed down your neck, slowly slipping off each strap of the bralette.

“i just thought-“

“did i give you permission to talk?”

you shut your mouth and he went back to touching, running his fingers over the lacy fabric of your bralette.

“you know, i thought you’d be better than this,” he studied your face, making sure he didn’t hurt your feelings before saying more. “you can barely follow orders, you always talk.. can’t even listen properly.”

you nodded along, whimpering as he exposed your breasts and let his fingers trail lower as he kissed down towards your nipple. he licked over the bud in the stripe, smiling as you shivered. his hand slid underneath your panties as found your clit, circling it slowly.

“i didn’t think you could get so wet,” he said as he plunged his fingers inside you, making your back arch. “it’s okay, baby. i know you like getting treated like dirt, no need to be ashamed.”

you squirmed as he kissed lower and lower, eventually reaching your hip. he used his free hand to pull down your panties and discard them. he looked up at you. even at a stereotypically submissive position, he still looked just as dominant as before.

“i think it’s cute. getting wet every time i shit talk must be torture. do you think about it often? me treating you like nothing more than a play thing? a pathetic mess i can touch whenever i want.” the words slipped out like nothing as he fingered you, curling them into your g-spot. his kissed moved from your hip to your thigh, biting and licking along the skin.

“matt, please,” you whimper, squirming. he glanced up at you and tilted his head.

“what? you want me to fuck you?” he asked. you nodded.

“i’m not gonna ask you to say it ‘cause your last attempt was a little pathetic. don’t want to set you up for failure, you know?” he chuckled as his mouth made its way to your clit. you gasped as he fucked you with his fingers and flicked his tongue. your hand reached down, grabbing onto his hair. he moaned, causing you to shudder.

he loved eating pussy. if he could list it as a hobby without being weird, he would. from all the practice he got from constantly giving you oral, he became pretty good at making you cum. it got to the point that he was seemingly too good, making you feel close to orgasm within the minute at times.

“i’m gonna cum, please,” you moan. he pulled away as you said it, chuckling as your hips bucks and you whined loudly.

“relax. i’m gonna let you, just not right now,” he said with a cocky smirk. “who knows, maybe we’ll do this a couple more time..”

“no, matt, please. just fuck me already?” you begged. he leaned back on his knees, thinking.

“you’re gonna have to ask a little nicer than that if you want me to listen,” he teased. his thumb circled around your clit, just close enough to feel, but not satisfy. you rolled your eyes.

“can you please have sex with me?” you said sarcastically. you covered your mouth as you said it, freezing up when you felt his hand pull away. your eyes shut, almost scared to see the look on his face. you whimpered as he grabbed your jaw roughly, squeezing.

“you really got an attitude problem, huh?” he nearly growled into your ear. your hands grabbed his wrist, whimpering. “are you gonna knock it off or will i have to teach you a lesson about respect?”

“n-no, sir, i’ll stop.” you looked up at him with teary eyes. you could see the frustration in his eyes from the disrespect. normally, he’d laugh with your jokes, but now he saw it as pure disobedience.

he let go, pushing your head back into the pillow. you rubbed your chin as he pulled away, pumping his cock a few times before lifting your hips and positioning yourself.

“if you cum, i’m gonna punish you. understood?” he said in a low tone. you nodded, not trusting your vocal cords enough to make a proper response. he lined himself up and plunged inside you.

“fuck!” you yelp, arching your back. he held your hips against his, gripping hard as he started attacking your neck again like a wild animal. he was still for a few seconds as you adjusted, but quickly picked up a brutal pace. you almost couldn’t make any noise, all the moans getting stuck in your throat as he fucked you without any regard.

he pulled away from your neck and glanced down, putting a hand against your stomach and chuckling. you whimper as he presses down, feeling himself inside you. you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to, only able to twitch every few seconds as he gripped harder and harder, holding you exactly where he wanted.

“does that feel nice? knowing i’m the only one that can make you feel so good you can’t even speak? what’s your name, baby?” he leaned close, listening, but all that came out were choked moans and whimpers. “that’s what i thought.”

“please, please, i’m so close-“

“i already told you no.”

“just- please, matt.”

“what did you call me?” he asked with a particularly hard thrust for emphasis. you whimper.

“s-sir,” you respond. his chuckle makes your skin tingle as he fucked you, almost like he had this pent up for years. he pressed against your stomach harder, moaning as he felt himself. you cried out.

“fuck, i’m close,” he moaned against your shoulder before biting down. you sob as he does so, squirming under him. you throbbed around him, desperate for release. he knew you couldn’t hold off much longer, but that was the fun of it.

“i’m gonna.. please,” you cried.

“if you hold off until i’m done, i’ll make you cum, promise.” you nod, still whimpering. he bit down harder as his hips started to stutter and he pulled out, cumming all over your pussy and stomach. he moaned as he pumped out the last few ropes.

“matt..” you whine. he lets go of your shoulder, licking over the teeth marks before looking down at the sight. he chuckled and went back down, licking up his own cum as he went down.

“you wanna cum? you think you can beg for it?” he asked as he licked everything up, ignoring your throbbing core.

“i-i can’t. please, i’m so fucking desperate i can’t even think right, fuck,” you confess. he chuckled and licked over your slit, smiling as you shuddered and nearly came just from that.

“you’re a quick learner, huh,” he joked before finger fucking you again and suckling on your clit, his tongue swirling. you sobbed as you clinched around him, your back arching as you moaned louder and louder, heat bubbling in your belly.

“fuck!” you squeal as you came. his fingers curled as he passaged your g-spot, pushing every ounce you had out of you. you sobbed, covering your face as he pulled away, swiping his thumb over your clit. you shuddered and squirmed.

he looked down at you, smiling at his work. you were absolutely wrecked, bite marks littering your shoulders and red dots along your hip from where his fingers dug into you. he slowly ran his hand up and down your thigh as you caught your breath.

“was that mean enough for you?” he asked. you nod, unable to form a proper response. “i wasn’t too rough, was i?”

“nahhh,” you say. he chuckled. “why didn’t you take off your clothes?”

“‘cause i thought it was hot. you being fully exposed but you don’t even get to see me shirtless.” he slid to the edge of the bed, slipping off his slacks and unbuttoning his shirt as he looking through the dresser for something to sleep in.

“it was kinda hot..” you mumble. he chuckled and pulled on a shirt before sitting beside you on the bed.

“you need help getting cleaned up? i don’t think my tongue did too good of a job.”

“yes, please..”

[thebestofoneshots]

Weekly fic snippet!

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Extract from Gilded Constellations Chapter 14

“All you want,” you replied with a smile “if he tries to kiss you, though, don’t blame me for it.” You both laughed, and a comfortable silence followed, then you remembered you still had books inside your bag and pulled them out, setting them on the bed beside him. He grabbed the one at the top, when you noticed which book it was, you pulled it from his hands. “You can’t read that one.”

“I can’t read… A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells?” He asked as he read the cover name from your hands.

“It’s not that,” you added holding it tightly between your arms. “It’s… not actually A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells, I charmed the cover.” He rose an eyebrow and tried to take it from your grasp, you pulled back but it was too late, he had it on his hands again. Remus had an awful lot of energy for someone who had been badly hurt just a couple of hours ago. “Remus, give me that!”

“I wanna know why you charmed the cover first,” he said while dangling the book in the air.

You looked at him with a frown and jumped forward to try and grasp the book from his hands, but he pulled it back, to the side of the bed. “Remus!”

“Am I gonna have to read it?”

You stood up, and extended your hands over him, to try and get the book that was on the other side of the bed, but your feet got trapped with your backpack strap and you ended up falling over Remus. He groaned as your body crashed over a particularly nasty bruise. Your scent filling his nostrils from the closeness, Sirius was right, you smelled awfully nice, a little like him too.

“Shit Rem, I’m sorry,” you said standing up as soon as possible “I didn’t mean to–“ the brusque movements had caused his shirt to rise up slightly and you actually saw the nasty bruise your body had crashed against, you looked at it with a concerned frown and then back at your friend “Remus…”

He adverted your gaze, he did not like being pitted “I’m fine.” He said once he turned back to you, using his free hand to pull down his shirt again “I’m strong, remember?”

“Yeah, someone falling over a bruise hurts, no matter how strong…”

He shrugged, he’d definitely had worse than you falling over him “you’re light, didn’t hurt much.” You looked at him, sighing “and you smell nice, no wonder Sirius wants to have you on his lap all the time.” Finally, you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at your friend. Remus realized you had a really nice laugh as you did, he shook hi head from the trance of staring, he wasn’t sure he’d ever found a girl as pretty as you. “Will you tell me what kind of book you were trying to hide from me, or will I have to figure it out myself?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a spicy romance novel,” you said avoiding his gaze, he smiled diverted. The more you know, he thought. “It was recommended!” You added.

“Yeah, sure.”

“It was!” You insisted “by your little Ravenclaw girlfriend, actually”

“Nina Blythe?!” he asked in desbelif.

You nodded “Are you sure you don’t want to date her? She’s clearly into the good stuff.” He gave you a look and you laughed, Nina was beautiful, but she definitely still had a baby face, like Remus had said when you told him she had a crush on him.

“She’s not really my type.”

“Which is…?”

“None of your business, of course.” He replied sassily, and then changed the subject “How spicy?” He asked, curiosity taking the best of him.

You shrugged “I’ll tell you when I get to the spicy part,” you told him with a shrug, taking the book from his hands, he let you do it without any fuzz this time “but um…” you pointed at one of the other books on the bed “this one’s good, you’d like it.”

“Is it also spicy?” He teased.

“Remus!” You complained “not every single book I read is spicy!”

He shrugged “Wouldn’t shame you if you did.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh “It’s not spicy, but it is really good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said taking the book and opening on the first page. Soon enough the two of you were comfortably reading. You were so engrossed in your book you’d totally forgotten the initial reason you’d gone there. But as you continued flipping pages, it was like the string you had been trying to reach earlier was finally there, shining brightly for you to take it, and tie all the mysterious facts into one sole explanation. As your eyes moved through the words in the book, the description of the male lead started to resonate with you…

Remus was strong. Remus had a lot of scars and bruises all over his body, and they were definitely not caused by Grindyllows, he always carried around a calming draught, and had other rather strong pain killer potions on his room as well, he tended to stay away from you when you wore your silver ring, literally jumping from your grasp when you touched him with it on one time, and was also visibly mad at Sirius when he brushed over his fingers with it on, as if they both knew something you didn’t –electric shock, my ass.

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-gloomy days turn to happy days- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ (    genre⠀ )   …   oneshot, kai x reader, gn reader, friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, highschool au

𝜗𝜚 (    warnings⠀ )   …   swearing, crying, comforting, hugs, kissing, rain, suicidal thoughts, pet names

☆ (    word count⠀ )   …   1.884k

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my pillow was drenched, i paused between my tears to lay on my side. i just stared at the cream colored wall in front of me. tears started to fall again, i had been crying for an hour. god i’m so worthless, so pathetic. no one wants me, not even myself. i’m such a loner, i have only one friend, who i doubt even truly likes being with me. i have a shit relationship with my parents. it’s 3pm on a fucking wednesday during my break, my classmates are all on vacation or hanging out, and i’m here crying in my bed wondering if i should even still be on this planet. i have nothing going for me, again no friends, parents basically hate me, okay grades but won’t get me into good schools, no job, no boyfriend or girlfriend, im ugly, no one likes me, no one wants me. i covered my mouth as i let out a loud sob, if my parents heard they would come in and give me a huge lecture about all my problems and if that happened i think i’d just off myself right then and there. i sobbed and sobbed. tears falling down my cheeks, falling into my neck and behind my ears, getting my hair all wet. the rain was loud on my window that was behind me, it made me want to cry even more. rain makes me so depressed, it’s so beautiful but makes me so sad. the gloomy colors of the sky, the wet feeling on my skin, driving in it is hell, i hate it. i felt so alone, but was i gonna do anything about it? no. i heard my phone buzzing, i didn’t really care though it was probably my mom telling me to do something, she can wait, i honestly don’t give a fuck, i don’t care about anything right now. i just wanna cuddle up in my fluffy comforter and cry, no one to bother me. it felt like hours of me just laying there staring at the wall crying and crying until the tears got softer and calmer. it was actually only 15 minutes of that but left longer. i heard a knock at the door, i let it pass, until 5 seconds later i heard another knock. “mom! i’m busy!” i yelled annoyed.

“uh…it’s kai, can i come in? your mom let me in” your friend kai said through the door. fuck i completely forgot i was supposed to meet my friend kai at this cafe to study 45 minutes ago. “yeah um…hold on give me like 5 seconds!” i quickly wiped my tears away, tried to breathe normally and ran to my drawer to grab some pants to put on, since i was okay in a crop top and underwear. i sat on my bed, my feet dangled off the side, i anxiously swung them back an forth. “okay you can come in now!” kai opens the door and closing it behind him. his blonde hair was all damp, he had a concerned look on his face, he stood there looking at me. “what’s up? i’ve been calling you like crazy, i waited and waited then i just gave up and came here cause-” i interrupted him. “sorry! i just lost track of time, i was asleep, we can study here!” i faked a smile. he took a seat next to me, he looked at me. he noticed you were acting different, and noticed your puffy eyes “hey we’re you crying? your eyes are red and puffy” he asked softly and concerned. i looked at the floor, breaking eye contact with him. “y/n are you okay?” he asked moving his head at an angle trying to make eye contact again. “i was crying earlier…but i’m fine kai” you said trying to get him to stop asking. “are you sure? i can tell when you are lying to me” he said as he grabbed my hand. “look at me” i looked at him. “you can be honest with me, i’m here for you y/n” he said squeezing my hand, then caressing it. he never broke eye contact with me, he acted like he really cared. “i’m just feeling unwanted and things like that…” i said looking at him. he frowned “and whys that hmm?” he scooted closer to me still holding my hand, still looking at me, he listened so well. “i feel like no one wants me, i’m lonely, i have no one, i’m nothing, i wonder if i should even stay here kai…” tears started to fall down my cheeks. “y/n please don’t think that way, i’m here for you, always, i want you, i need you in my life, please know that” he said with a mix of smiling and frowning. “ kai, but i don’t believe you. you can always find someone better than me. i’m really nothing special.” i said sobbing wiping my tears away with my free hand. “but you are special, you are so special, so unique, so beautiful, i don’t say it a lot but…i love you so much, i really do y/n” i let go of his hand reaching around him and laid my head on his shoulder, crying into his hoodie. he put his arms around me, he hugged me, his hands on my lower back. he rubbed my back up and down with his hands. i felt so safe, so comforted. my cries were muffled from being smushed into his shoulder. he moved his hand up to my hair as he gently played with it, it calmed me.

i moved back looking at him, “kai…i haven’t gotten an i love you in months…you don’t realize how happy that made me…i love you too” i actually smiled. his hand moved up to my face, gently wiping my tears away with his thumb. he smiled at me. he leaned down, removing his hand and pushing back my hair, he kissed my cheek. “you are so special y/n, you belong” he smiled. a couple tears shred down my face, i looked up at him smiling. “no more crying…it makes me sad y/n” he pouted. “i have an idea to cheer you up…what about a walk in the rain hm?” he suggested. i usually hate the rain but it sounded fun. i just wanted to be with him, i was scared if he left i would feel so alone. i nodded and smiled. “let’s go!” he ran to my closet and got a hoodie out for me. he ran back to me, he was so excited, he was like a child so eager to go outside on a snow day. he put my hoodie on me as he grabbed my hand, ran to my bedroom door, opening it than to the front door. “sit down, i’ll put them on don’t worry” he gestured to my sneakers that were on the floor. i sat on the small bench right next to the door, he put my shoes on for me and even tied them. i looked down at him while he was tying, he looked so fucking adorable. my stomach started to turn, heat going to my cheeks. i was blushing. he looked up at me as he finished the last knot. “your cute when you blush” he laughed as i then giggled. he stood up, i followed. he grabbed an umbrella, opened the door as he walked though first opening the umbrella putting it above me. we started to walk down the sidewalk as he just kept the umbrella over me and not him. “kai, come closer! your getting soaked” he moved closer to me, now both of us were under the umbrella. we walked down the sidewalk as he reached out his hand to hold mine, i grabbed his. my face turning even more red than it already was. “nice isn’t it?” he said looking at me. “yeah it’s calming, i actually love it” i said smiling at him. “you see that giant puddle over there?” he said pointing at it. “yeah?” “wanna go jump in it?” i laughed at him, thinking he was joking. “i’m being serious y/n… it sounds fun!” “okay sure!! but i’m not getting my sneakers all messed up” he set the umbrella down in the sidewalk as we both took our shoes off and placed them underneath the umbrella. he grabbed my hand as we ran to the puddle jumping and kicking water at each other. we laughed and screamed at each other. pants getting soggy, feet frozen. i felt so happy to be with him, the rain was fun. it didn’t make me feel sad anymore, it was a good thing now. he came closer to me. he grabbed my face, “i love you so so much!” i looked up at him to see his huge smile. “i love you too kai”

he looked away then looking back a little nervously, “can i kiss you?” he asked anxiously for your answer. “please” i said. he crashed his lips into mine. caressing my cheek, moving our lips together, rain falling on us. it felt perfect. it was perfect. he pulled back, pushing my wet hair back. “god i love you so much” he said leaning his head back in awe. i grabbed his hand, “more than friends…right?” i asked laughing. “obviously” he laughed as he kissed me again, with even more passion than the last one. i tasted the rain water on his lips, i melted into his lips, he’s one of a god damn good kisser. the kiss broke he picked me up from my back and twirled me around. i laughed. “kai! put me down!” “hmm okay okay princess, anything for you” he smiled. he took my hand again as he walked over to our shoes and picked them up as we walked back to the house. he opened the door as i walked in first. “go to your room, i’ll get you a towel okay?” i nodded as i walked to my room as i sat in the floor. kai came into my room with a big fluffy towel, he wrapped it around me from the back as he hugged me. he snuggled into me, “mhm… so comfy” he started to place small kisses on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “you are so perfect y/n” he said in between the kisses he was sending up to my temple. “i’m so cold kai” i said whining. “oh no i can’t let my precious baby be cold, how about some fresh clothes and hot tea?” he said running his hands on my arms.“baby? your precious baby?” i said shocked. “well of course darling, you are so precious” he said leaving a sloppy kiss on my cheek. he felt the the heat on your cheek, “oh someone’s blushing hm?” he said giggling. i looked down embarrassed. “you are so cute…let me go get you those clean clothes and tea for my darling” he said squeezing me tight and getting up off the floor. i looked out the window, the raindrops falling down it. i used to get so sad looking at the rain but now it fills me with happiness. all because of kai, he make those gloomy days all the better.

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[shinyhappysims]

Hello sisters in Christ! I finally took a trip over to Mt. Komorebi to visit my sister! We booked a gorgeous traditional Komorebian style rental near the mountain as Samaiyah and Asahi definitely do not have enough room in their home for 8 extra people. It’s been nearly two years since I’ve seen Samaiyah, and Chukwuma was so sweet to arrange for me to go. He’s butted heads with Samaiyah’s husband for years but he definitely is taking the higher road as a Christian so I can see my sister again.

Breyonnah: I missed you so much!

Samaiyah: Yeah, seeing you again is worth all the pandemonium of having 6 extra kids running around.

Breyonnah: The sound of children having fun has become so peaceful for me. God’s blessings could never stress me out.

Samaiyah: Yep. Uh-huh. Totally.

Breyonnah: It’s probably far too late for this, but I wonder if Kyrah could make it here as well? I haven’t even heard from her since you had Milo.

Samaiyah: You mean you haven’t talked to her in two years… at all?

Breyonnah: No… I called a few times and always went straight to voicemail.

Samaiyah: Wow... That’s weird. She invites Femi, Damilola and I out to eat or to the movies or something at least once a month. I assumed she invited you too but you were busy with the kids so you didn’t come.

Breyonnah: WHAT?

meanwhile…

Adaeze: *extremely loud screaming*

Chukwuma: Hey cut that out! I’m trying to take a nap!

Asahi: Onyeka.

Chukwuma: Iinuma.

Asahi: I see you’re being father of the year over here.

Chukwuma: I see you still dress like a queer.

Asahi: Oh, my. That’s a new one. Anyways, I just wanted to—

Chukwuma: What do you want? You’re in my space and I don’t like it.

Asahi: Dude, I live here, so technically you’re in my space. Look, I just wanted to ask if we can start over?

Chukwuma: I’m only here for my wife. Leave me alone.

Asahi: But I just— Whatever. I don’t have time for this.

also meanwhile…

Diana: Do you wanna play dolls with me?

Nnadi: My mommy said I can’t play with dolls because they have jobs and girls aren’t supposed to work. Girls aren’t as good at work as boys are. Also they don’t dress modlesty enough. Mommy says modtessy is important for girls so we don’t cause boys to stumble.

Diana: Hey that’s not true! My mom’s a cop. She’s really good at it.

Nnadi: My mommy also said that you dress like a boy. And that your mom acts more manly than your dad.

Diana: MOOOOM!

[hausofmamadas]

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Part 2

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Pairing: Danny Lyon x Kathy Cross

Word count: ≈ 4K

TWs: Allusions to infidelity, love triangles, flirting, angst. (ꔘ) indicates this comes directly from dialogue in the movie.

But whatever it is, it feels important. Like you’d regret it slipping through your fingers. So important, you don’t wanna blink. Cause when you open your eyes again it’ll be gone. Picking up right after part one (read -> here to catch up), at the bar the same night, Danny loses focus on the meeting when he gets a surprise visit from Kathy.

⁂ The ash on his joint’s nearly a half inch long when Cal’s hand waves in front of Danny’s face, knocking it off to scatter onto the barroom floor.

“Earth to Danny, come in Danny.”

“What? Oh, sorry.”

Not only has Danny barely taken a puff of his joint but Frankie was long gone, replaced in front of him now by Cal who’s made his way over from the pool tables to ask for a drag, a request to which Danny has been apparently nonverbal. Yup, too lost in the soup upstairs and now he’s second-guessing this joint he hasn’t even really smoked. Maybe he is more toasted than he thought.

“Need me to take that bud off your hands, bud?” An impeccably-timed Cal speaks to these fears. “Looks like you might’ve had one too many.”

Handing the joint over to Cal gladly, Danny cracks a smile, a real one, “Sure thing, gramps,” because for all his oddities Cal’s the only one of them that feels real and not like a character in a dream he can never fully remember. Besides Kath. “Say, remind me again, what time’s curfew? Don’t wanna be late for supper after all.”

“Well, now,” Cal tips a hat that’s not there, affecting the voice of an old southern grandpaw, “I’d certainly say by sundown, sonny.”

“The fuck’re you two doofs on about?” Brucie, characteristically cranky, looks up from his newspaper, face all pinched like he’s not here for their shenanigans. Which is funny considering the general company he keeps. If shenanigans were an occupation, every one of them including Danny would be bonafide professionals.

Cal leans over to pat him on the shoulder, “Now, now, Brucie, this is a family matter,” before taking his seat at one of the tables.

“Just my fuckin luck.” Brucie rolls his eyes like it’s just Cal being Cal, which it is, “Coupla comedians over here,” and tosses his newspaper on the bar before swiveling his stool around to address the group assembled at the tables. “Alright, alright, ladies. Pipe down, meetin’ll start in about five minutes.”

Danny snags a few crowd photos while everyone’s distracted. These usually turn out to be his favorite, catching people when they think no one’s looking because usually no one is. Scanning the room for another shot, Danny can’t help but shake his head at all the non club-affiliated patrons packed at the front of the bar by the pool tables because he’s yet to figure out why some of the meetings are conducted during business hours. This is made even more baffling given some of their other meetings were held off-hours when the Stoplight was closed and there was less noise. So it seemed no one was opposed to the idea. Why not just have them all then?

Danny grabs his pencil from where it perpetually sits behind his ear and a little notepad from his vest pocket, jotting down to ask Brucie or Kathy, the two most likely to give him a reliable answer, about it later.

“S’at my name I see you writin there? What could you be writin about silly ‘ole me, I wonder?”

“Oh shi– uh, he– hiya, Kath,” Danny jumps right out his shoes, practically three feet in the air, his voice almost as high. “I, uh, didn’t think you’d be comin tonight.”

“Yeah, well my car’s busted, so’s I had to get Benny to pick me up from work and he said he could only do it if we stopped here first ‘fore goin home.”

Danny offers his sincerest condolences with a nod and shrug.

“Boy, I am glad yer here though, I’m tellin ya,” she says, grabbing a piece of gum from her purse and popping it in her mouth. “Nice to have someone’a talk to ‘sides just dese wahoos.”

“Oh yeah? Well, uh,” searching the congregation through the cigarette smoke that’s filling the fiberglass shields around the fluorescents so it looks like everyone’s moving in a tank of dusty water, Danny spots a sleek crop of honey blonde hair seated up front and off to the side, “what about Benny?”

She waves her hand. “Please. You know better ‘an anybody, dat boy don’t talk. And I love him to death but he’s a wahoo, same’s any of ‘em. But hey, who says you can’t love a wahoo.”

“Not me,” Danny agrees, smirking privately to himself, as was the custom these days any time he talked to Kathy about well, pretty much anything. Given so many opportunities to practice, he’s become well-versed in trying not to look like he’s enjoying himself as much as he is. See, it’d be a problem if it was a problem. But it’s not. Not at all.

Bringing his camera up to snap a picture of the group gathered around Johnny, he can’t help but chuckle at how it looks like a scattered Sunday night mass if mass was held in the smokestack of a hay bale on fire. A hay bale with billiard tables and a jukebox.

Kathy leans over wanting in on the joke, “What’s so funny over dere?”

“Ah, it’s noth– it’s ju– well, it’s hard to explain.”

“Sheesh.” She shoots him a look that would’ve been withering were it not for the smile on her lips and in her eyes. “You been hangin ‘round Benny too much. I swear one’a these days, you’ll go quiet on me yet.”

“C’mon, you know I’d never,” Danny says, smiling so much he’s struggling to line his eye back up with the viewfinder.

“Oh, does’at mean you’re like me, then, huh? Not enough, whats’a word–” She snaps her fingers in an attempt to summon it, which she does. “Discipline. Not enough discipline to be dat stoic.”

“It’s not that so much as,” he flashes a cheeky grin, “I’m just not cut out for that kinda commitment.”

“Y’know,” Kathy crosses her arms, shakes her head, and just to have something to do, starts kicking the leg of the unoccupied barstool in front of her. “I used to think you Brooklyn boys were aaall trouble. Just– y’know, on account of all’sa movies I seen, right. Buncha meatheads, mobsters, criminals n’ such. But you Danny Lyon, you’re just a doll, aren’t ya?”

“Am I?” The blood’s warming his cheeks already and he falls back on some well-worn sarcasm to save face. “Well, don’t go blowin my cover or these guys’ll boot me out on the street and I’ll have nothing to show for the last six months.”

Smiling, she drags her thumb and her forefinger across her lips, locks and throws away the key.

Danny turns his attention back to the meeting that’s started, trying to make like he’s been industriously picking out shots and listening. Not that it mattered if he wasn’t. His club membership was little more than ceremonial, a kid’s costume. Sure, he had colors now and his own bike, a junker Cal chopped together because he got sick of Danny piggy backing on his all the time. He joked about it when he gifted it to Danny. Much as it’s been a treat chauffeurin you around, if we do it much longer people’ll start to think we’re going steady. Now, I’m all for broadening your horizons but I’d hate to be the one to compromise your journalistic integrity, y’know, being with a respectable lady like myself.

But neither of those things made him integral to the day-to-day goings on of the club. Although tonight they’re talking about whether to approve the formation of a St. Louis chapter, so it’s more than the usual shop talk, even if the answer is a likely yes since Johnny’d already given the go-ahead to Milwaukee last year. Kathy had told him a guy named Fat Jack, or Big Jack, or Big Fat Jack(ꔘ) had to battle it out with Johnny for that one. Whether that’d be the price of admission for St. Louis remained to be seen.

“Say, I gotta question.” Kathy makes a move to claim Danny’s undivided attention again, the subject of an apparent tug-of-war between herself and the club. “I been wonderin, how d’you know when to take the picture?”

She’s yet to win that war on the Benny front but she’s well ahead on this one, what with Danny all-too-happily taking the bait. “Hm? What d’you mean?”

“Y’know like how d’ya know what’s gonna make a good photo? And do they all come out lookin how they look when you’re peekin,” Kathy points her index finger, retracting and extending it a few times at the viewfinder, “through that thing, er what?”

The camera in his hands comes down slow with the steadiness of an elevator dropping from floor to floor and he fidgets with the camera strap like he’s uncomfortable with the question. He might be. There’s something intimate about it. What’s more though is he doesn’t have a great answer. There’s no easy way to summarize what he’s devoted the last seven-some-odd years perfecting. The even more embarrassing part is that he’s never really given it a lot of thought. Not conscious thought, at least. He just sorta knows. But that seems like a cop out somehow and he doesn’t want to give her that kind of answer. Because nothing’s worse than questions met with answers that don’t really answer anything at all.

“Heck, I didn’t expect that to be such a stumper.”

“Oh–?” Danny snaps to, summoning a gentle smile to reassure her the dead air response isn’t because he’s bent out of shape about it. “Oh, no. I don’t– I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to– it’s just, to tell you the truth, it’s not something I think about.”

“Well now,” she elbows him lightly, “I find that hard to believe.”

“I guess– well, do you mean in a technical sense, as in how do I frame a shot? Or how do I find something I wanna take a picture of in the first place?”

“Mmm, the second one,” Kathy chuckles. “I think.”

Thumbing the advance lever, Danny’s gaze is now stuck on all the club members seated in front of them, “Hmm, well–” trying to find a way to break down what’s been, for all these years, as good as muscle memory. “I guess it’s a gut feeling more than anything. Like if you’ve ever been in the middle of somethin– the thick of a scene, and then stopped a second to look around, right?”

Eyes narrowed like she’s thinking intently on what he’s saying, Kathy bobs her head up and down.

“And something about it– doesn’t even have to be anything grand, y’know. Might just be, you like the lighting. Or the gestures people are makin, having a conversation. Or the look on someone’s face when they’re concentratin on something. But whatever it is, it feels important. Like you’d regret it slipping through your fingers. So important, you don’t wanna blink. Cause when you open your eyes again it’ll be gone. Not gone gone, y’know, just arranged a little different than it was, right. Cause the moment’s different. And you wish you could sustain it somehow, bottle it like a ship so you can see it any time you want. What it feels, looks like, sounds like. I guess– well yeah, anyway.” Danny’s voice drifts off with the smoke and the bar chatter and the music from the jukebox. “When I get to feelin like that, that’s how I know.”

“Wow.” The word tumbles out slow and for a second, it rings out like she’s the only person speaking in the whole bar before getting swallowed back up in the cacophony. “Seems like a lot for somethin you claim ya never thought about.”

Danny’s mouth twists off to the side in a self-effacing smirk and he hangs his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well alright then, Mr. Poet, so what’s so special ‘bout all’a this,” Kathy sidles up closer to him, gesturing in front of them, hand limp at the end of her wrist like she can’t be bothered. “What could be so important here?”

Head swiveling from Kathy, to the meeting, then back to Kathy, Danny gets an idea. He ducks, lifting the camera strap over his neck and hands it to her. She meets this with a blank look like he’s just presented her a dead fish.

“C’mon, set your bag down,” Danny laughs. “I’ll show ya.”

There’s a reserved smile as she uncrosses her arms, slides her purse off her shoulder, flopping it on the table next to them, and holds her hands out to accept the camera with some hesitation. “How’m I gonna know if I’m holdin it right? I don’t wanna drop it. Then you’ll really have a reason to not talk to me.”

“Well, you’re in luck cause,” Danny holds the strap open like he’s awarding her an Olympic medal, “that’s what this is for.”

She grabs the camera to keep it from swinging too much as he guides the strap over her head and lays it gently around her neck. “Gosh, this is heavier’n it looks.” Once it’s on, she starts pulling her hair out from underneath it.

Danny shrugs, “Guess I’m used to it,” helping to smooth the collar of her denim jacket that’s gotten flipped up, thanks to the weight of the camera. Then he turns back to the group, waving her over to stand in front of him. “Alright, so what feels important about this. Or I dunno, what I like, I guess, is–”

Kathy keeps glancing back at him over her shoulder as she steps in front, hanging on every word like she might miss something crucial.

“–is the lighting here.” From behind her, Danny gestures at the camera. “Go ahead, take a look. See how smoky this part of the bar is, how it’s accumulating under the hoods of the fixtures, reflectin the light? But then all the space in between is real dark, right. S’cool, I was thinkin it looked like a buncha little lightning storms over everyone’s heads.”

“Oh yeah,” he can hear the smile in her voice, “lookit that. Could be like lil’ lighthouses, them.”

“Go ahead, take a couple.”

“What, me?” She’s incredulous and he could kick and drag himself across the pavement on the street right outside for thinking it’s as adorable as it is. “Didn’t you just take some?”

“Sure, but people have shifted around in their chairs, the smoke’s hangin a little differently now. Could be your shot’s better than mine. Go for it.”

“Huh, alright. So what do I do. Press this here, den?” Her finger taps the shutter button.

“Yup, press that and then–“ he reaches over her shoulder to place her thumb on the advance lever, “pull this. Yeah, press, then pull. Just like that.”

Stifling a giggle of pure joy so as not to disrupt the meeting, she nabs a few photos, “Say, this is a gas. I see why you wanna do this all’a time,” before breaking away to note with some skepticism, “the chattin, though. Y’know, with the microphone an’ tape deck ya cart around practically half yer size. That, not so much.”

“Really?” Danny says, sticking his hands in the pockets of his vest because without a camera, he doesn’t really know what to do with them. “See, I would’ve thought that’d be your favorite part.”

“Oh? Why’s dat?”

“Cause you sure like talkin.”

Conceding with a wry smile to cushion the blow of the accompanying eyeroll, she turns back to snap a couple more.

At the front of the assembly Benny tips his chair to lean on the back legs, his head hanging over the top rail, cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking bored yet untroubled in his boredom, when he spots Kathy with the camera.

“Please tell me you’re gonna get–”

A click sound answers Danny’s question before he can finish asking as Kathy pulls the lever to take another one. “Aaaaalready on it, Mr. Lyon. Dontcha worry.”

There’s no possible way he can hear them over the noise, but Benny, in a stroke of luck or genius or divine intervention, winks at Kath, baiting her to take another one because he knows it’ll make for a better shot. This time Danny doesn’t even have to open his mouth because Kathy’s finger beats him to the punch. Click.

“See. Told ya, yours could turn out better than mine.”

Kathy turns back around, face lit with a smile so bright, one he’s not sure he’s seen since in months, not since their first interview at the laundromat. “Boy, you weren’t kiddin none, I’ll tell ya,” she says, pulling the strap over her head to return the camera tentatively like she might be sad to part with it. “Hey, maybe one’a these days I’ll have yer job, huh?”

“Look at you,” Danny accepts the camera, as she passes it back with one hand and smoothes her hair with the other, “masterminding my retirement. If I were any wiser, I might think you were tryin to get rid of me. And after all that back-n-forth about me not talkin to ya.”

Her eyes get real wide. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister.” Even as she’s laughing while she says it, she’s also gripping Danny’s arm, holding him in place before he might get the chance to dissolve before her, float right up to the ceiling fans, and diffuse into the air completely. “I take it back, ya hear me, I take it back!”

But he’s got her on the hook now, “You sure?” so he keeps going, “I mean, I know where the door is, I can always just–” skipping his index and middle fingers to the front of the bar, a sneak preview of his supposed exit.

“So help me,” hand on her hip, Kathy wags her finger at him, eyebrows halfway up her forehead, “Dann– Daniel Llll-Louis Lyon, if you go anywhere–”

“Louis??” Danny starts cracking up so hard, he nearly drops the camera. “Who’s Louis?? That’s not even my middle name!”

She smiles, all cat that caught the canary. “Oh, I know. But it sounds scarier, don’t it? Y’know put the fear’a God in ya. An’ all that.”

Still laughing, “Sure,” Danny mimes the sign of the cross, shoulders shaking on every beat of Father, Son, Holy Ghost. “Put the fear of I-don’t-know-what, anyway.”

The sound of chair legs screeching across the checkered tile floor marks the end of the meeting and Danny hasn’t been paying a lick of attention. He'll have to ask Cal about the club’s verdict on St. Louis later, or else eavesdrop on Brucie and Johnny in one of their many little barside confabs of mumbles and grumbles. When Benny starts making his way back to them slowly, taking his time as he stops to shake a couple guys’ hands, loans a cigarette to another who’d run out, Danny starts to sweat, suddenly all too aware that Kathy’s hand has slid down his forearm and is holding his wrist now.

“Heya, Kath?”

“Huh?” she says, absently, smiling at Benny from across the room.

“You uh– you out to take hostages, here? Or—?”

“What’s ‘at, now?”

Danny gestures at his wrist with an index finger.

“Oh lord, I’m sorry.” She shakes her head and drops her hand, taking a step back toward the table where she’d set down her purse. “Silly me.”

His eyes dart over to Benny to see if he’d noticed the exchange but he’s too busy dodging a conversational trap with Cockroach, gearing up, no doubt, to regale him with some loony story. Probably waxing poetic about bugs. The tension in Danny’s shoulders melts away as he sighs pure relief. By the time Benny makes it over to them, Kathy’s got her purse back on her shoulder and her hands in her pockets like she and Danny are less than strangers, just making small talk.

A tender kiss lands on her cheek as Benny slings an arm over her shoulder. “So? The kid’s teachin’ camera classes now?”

It should bother Danny, Benny calling him ‘kid’ given the two of them are pretty close in age. But for some reason, coming from Benny he doesn’t mind. “Wasn’t much teachin to speak of. You won’t believe the coupla ace photos she took.”

Benny’s brows scrunch together like he’s already forgotten his own role in staging the perfect shot.

“Yeah, she’s regular Cam-Jam over here. Caught two of you when you were leaning back in the chair. I’d put money on ‘em bein the best of this roll.”

“Beg yer parden? Cam-Jam? Don’t go pokin fun at me just cause yer envious’a my natural talent.”

Danny laughs. “Nonono, it’s a compliment. Means you’re jammy with the camera. I used to get called it back in college. It’s kinda like, uh— what d’ya call— beginner’s luck. Only your luck don’t run out.”

“Hear that, babe.” Benny kisses Kathy on the nose and she giggles, playfully swatting him away, an exchange so tender and sweet it actually smarts. “Think he’s sayin you got ‘the eye.’”

“Yeah.” Danny lights up with recognition. “Exactly right.”

“Ah, so yer sayin I gotta future in this business of yers. Well okay, whats’a next lesson, Mr. Poet-Professor-Danny?”

“Hmm. I’ll have to go over the curriculum and get back to ya on that.”

Fishing around for a cigarette in his jacket pocket, Benny’s got that far away look in his eye like they’ve already lost him. Which makes it all the more surprising when he opts to prolong the conversation by asking Danny, “So, St. Louis?”

“Uh, yeah.” Having found the cigarette but looking lost for his lighter, Danny flicks his own out to light Benny’s smoke, remarking cautiously, “So Johnny’s gonna do like they did with Milwaukee.”

It’s statement enough to sound like an answer to the question but question enough that Benny still has to confirm. Danny wouldn’t have to ask Cal what happened in the meeting after all.

“Mm-hm. Probly go the same way but–” Benny looks over, blowing a funnel of smoke in the direction of Johnny. “They got heart to show first. So, you in?”

“Goin down this weekend?”

Benny nods.

“Mm, guess it depends.”

“What,” arm still over her shoulder, Benny uses it to give Kathy a little jostle, “need Ms. Cam-Jam to help with your book report?”

“Nah, it’s more, I was actually wonderin—”

Brows scrunched again, the closest Benny ever comes to looking confused is just Marlon Brando.

“—how likely you are to put your fist through another car window,” Danny says, grinning.

Rolling her eyes, Kathy pops the gum in her mouth with manifest disapproval.

“Mm,” Benny appraises the odds, ignoring all five-feet, four-inches of reproach brewing right next to him, “likely as any other day.”

“In that case, ‘course I’m in.”

“Oh not you too, Danny.” Kathy smacks him in the shoulder before crossing her arms. “You know he don’t need any more encouragement, getting inna trouble. I thought you were s’posed t’be the grown up in the room.”

Benny’s quick to Danny’s defense. “S’okay, hun. I’ll have him back in time for camera class.”

So Danny tacks on, “Yeah, and I’ll have him back in one piece for– I dunno, detention.”

Looking at both of them like she could bonk their heads together right there, Kathy just sighs. “I’ll say, if this isn’t the most cracked school I ever heard of, lemme tell ya.”

“Hey,” hit with some kind of revelation, Benny snaps to, almost animated - or animated as Benny gets, “how long’s it take to make the pictures… y’know, pictures?”

“Not long. I’ll probably develop these when I get home tonight, maybe tomorrow mornin. Why?”

“Next time you stop by the house, bring the ones our girl here took.”

“If they turn out to be any good,” Kathy mumbles, blushing.

“I don’t need to develop ‘em to know they’re good. I mean, there’s always a chance the film got overexposed or I s’pose I could fuck up developin them. But, barring major snafus, those ones’ll be printworthy.”

“Yeah? I hope so. Aright, c’mon Benny, take me home. My feet’re achin somethin awful n’ I been lookin forward all day to dat pint of mint chocolate chip we got inna freezer.”

Eyes cast off in the direction of the door, Benny plants a kiss of compliance on her forehead. And with that, the two take their leave, delayed only by Kathy’s turning back every so often to toss a few fretful glances Danny’s way. It’s strange, the look she’s got on her face as she disappears out the front doors of the Stoplight.

The more he’s thinking about it, the more he feels the rope tangled around his heart gets pulled taut by the eighty-pound anchor in his stomach. A feeling not unlike being crushed by a boa constrictor.

Yeah. Miss you too, Kath.

It’d be a problem if it was a problem. But it’s not. Not at all.

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[zablife]

Okay you have me, can I please please ask for a Jake Seresin hearing some banging in the locker room and finding the pilot!Reader just smashing her helmet into the lockers while crying? (Basically she got a message that her old wingman (her female bestie, they were basically sisters) got killed during her deployment, in action? The reader is angry at Jake and telling him to leave her alone but he doesn't.

Just some soft!Jake mixed with enemies to lovers :333

Thank you and you are a gem ♡♡♡♡

“What was that about?” Jake asked, pushing off the wall outside Admiral Simpson’s office. Rebecca rolled her eyes at him and kept walking at a brisk pace.

“Hey, I’m talking to you! Why did the admiral want to see you alone?” he asked, stalking after her. He felt it was his business to know since she was his back seater.

Turning on her heel to face him with obvious emotion welling in her chest, she said, “Because it wasn’t about you, ok?” Then quickly swallowing it down, she took a deep breath saying, “Leave me alone, Jake,” and continued on to the locker rooms. 

Jake stood staring after her, wondering what she meant. He wasn’t one to wait for answers so he charged ahead, ready to find out. Rebecca could be stubborn and they fought about the best way to do things, but Jake thought their open communication and willingness to push one another made them a good team.

As he rounded the corner to the women’s locker room, Jake heard the unmistakable clang of metal. The reverberations could be heard down the hall echoing loudly off the walls. It sounded as though someone was  knocking over an entire row of lockers. “What the hell?” he muttered under his breath. A scream of frustration followed from the other side of the door.

This was unlike any behavior he’d ever witnessed from Rebecca and it was beginning to scare him. She was tougher than most of the men he knew and he’d never seen her crack under pressure. He couldn’t think of anything she’d been through that had shaken her emotionally, including the injury that saw her reassigned to Jake’s squadron.

Deciding to investigate, he barreled through the door, calling out,“Rebecca? Rebecca? Viper!” The clanging stopped and he heard a helmet drop to the floor. He listened as it rolled back and forth on the ground, the only sound in the room until Rebecca breathed a heavy sigh. Jake slowly approached and found his wingman sitting on a bench, head in her hands. 

“Hey, hey? What are you doin’?” Jake asked.

“Jesus, I ask you to leave me alone and you follow me in here? What the fuck, Hangman? I’m fine!” she said, kicking her helmet across the floor.

He jumped back dodging the projectile she had launched at him and furrowed his brow. “Yeah, you don’t look fine and if we’re gonna fly together you need to tell me why,” he said pointing a finger in her direction. She shook her head and looked away from, unable to say the words. 

“Fine, you wanna get us both killed cause your heads fucked up? Keep being stubborn, Viper,” he said as he began to walk away. 

Watching him go, she opened her mouth, finding an uncomfortable lump in her throat and her mouth too dry to say anything except a name. “It's Siren,” she called out through clenched teeth. Then the sobs began. 

Jake froze, recognizing the call sign of her previous wingman and best friend. They had flown together until Rebecca’s injury and Siren had been deployed shortly after. Jake didn’t need much more to connect the dots. Their work was inherently dangerous. Everyone accepted the risk that came along with the job, but somehow it never got easier hearing about the loss of a colleague. 

Instinctively, Jake went to Rebecca, taking a seat next to her and wrapping his arms around her. To his surprise, she accepted the comfort he provided, burying her head in his shoulder. “I can't believe she’s gone, Jake,” she finally managed to say against the rough material of his flight suit.

He placed a hand to the back of her head, stroking a hand lightly against her hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” he whispered, rocking her gently. She allowed herself to be held in his strong embrace, finally able to take a deep breath knowing she was safe. However, the nagging guilt would not relent.

“I should’ve been with her,” she said, chewing at her lip.

“No, we don’t get to decide. You know that,” Jake said, running a large hand down her back.

She pulled away from him to look him in the eye. “I understand if you don’t want to fly with me,” she said earnestly.

“Why would you say that?” Jake asked, looking hurt and confused.

“No one wants to fly with someone they don’t trust with their life. You just said as much. And if you think I’m fucked up from this, then maybe you should go talk to the admiral now,” she said, looking down at her hands. She was squeezing them together so tightly, her knuckles were turning white.

Jake slowly reached into her lap, placing a hand over hers and caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. “I was an asshole, alright? The truth is you’re the best pilot here. I’d be crazy not to want you flying with me,” he said reassuringly. “If that’s what you want,” he added hesitantly, looking into her eyes for confirmation. She nodded, throwing her arms around his neck. 

“You never hang me out to dry, you know that. You’ve always been there for me,” she whispered in his ear. 

He chuckled. “Well that’s cause we got a deal, remember, Viper? You watch my back too with those quick strikes." She nodded with a laugh. He tilted her chin up to look at him, "But you keep that temper to yourself, only strike the enemy, alright?”

“It’s a deal,” she said, capturing his bright green eyes in a longing stare. Without another word, Jake leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her full lips, fulfilling a wish they’d both had for some time.

[n0vadroid]

From Strangers to Soulmates

Robaire was working on a song when he heard a knock on his door.

“Coming!”

Robaire opened the door and saw Aaliyah standing there. “Hi, Rob.”

Robaire glared at her. “No.”

Robaire tried to shut the door, but Aaliyah stopped it with her foot. “Robaire, can we just talk?”

“Why? So you can lie to me again?” Robaire turned his head away from her. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Please just listen.” Aaliyah entered the apartment and closed the door behind her. “What happened was a mistake. I didn’t mean to lie to you.”

“Really, Aaliyah?” Robaire narrowed his eyes. “So when you said you were busy but I caught you on a date with Perris, you didn’t mean to lie?”

“W-well, yeah. But we were just…hanging out. It wasn’t really a date,” Aaliyah explained. “But why does it matter so much? It didn’t mean anything.”

“It didn’t mean anything?! Aaliyah, you were with your ex!” Robaire yelled. “What kind of girlfriend does that?”

“Okay, I hear you, but all we did was eat together,” Aaliyah said. “I mean, just ‘cause he’s my ex doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him, can it?”

“N-no, but..” Robaire sighed. “Why were you two even out together?”

“He wanted to hang out since he was in the area and apologized for what he did to me, nothing happened.” Aaliyah stepped closer to Robaire and gently held his hand. “Can you forgive me now?” 

Robaire looked at her for a minute and debated. Thoughts of his friends warning him had come to mind and even Gogo. But he decided to ignore it.

“Yeah, sure,” Robaire replied as he gave her a small smile.

“Great. So, you wanna hang out?” Aaliyah wrapped her arms around Robaire. “I’ve gotta make up for lost time.”

…

Gogo was trying to call Robaire but he wouldn’t pick up. 

“He’s not picking up. I wonder if he’s busy.” Gogo felt a strange feeling in her chest. “Too bad..”

Gogo thought about calling him again, but she decided against it because she didn’t want to bother him if he was busy.

Gogo got up from the couch. “Junto, where are you, boy? Are you hungry?” Gogo grabbed the dog bowl that was in the kitchen so she could refill it with food and water.

Junto came from the bedroom with his tail wagging. 

“You’re hungry, huh, boy?” Gogo asked while feeling part of the bowl with water. “I’ll get your food so you can start eating.”

Gogo then looked under the cabinet to grab the dog food. “Oh, I guess we ran out.” Gogo closed the cabinet.

“I’ll go get you some more, it isn’t too late.” Gogo started grabbing her things and then opened the door. “I’ll be back, Junto.”

Gogo left her house and started walking to the convenience store. On her way there, she saw Robaire walking with another girl.

“I missed you so much, Rob,” Aaliyah said as she walked with Robaire, her hands around his arm. “Did you miss me, too?”

“Of course I did,” Robaire said while giving her a charming smile. “Who wouldn’t miss a girl like you-” Robaire stopped in his tracks when he saw Gogo. "Oh, Hey, Gogo."

“Hi, Robaire.” Gogo stopped in front of them. She then looked at Aaliyah and then back at Robaire. “So, how have you been since yesterday?”

“I-I’m good. What about you?” Robaire asked.

“I’m good, too,” Gogo replied.

Aaliyah looked at Robaire and Gogo, confused on how they know each other. 

“Anyway, Robaire, what are you up to-”

“Rob, didn’t you say we could get dinner together before it gets too late?” Aaliyah mentioned.

Robaire turned to Aaliyah. “Oh. Right.” He then turned back to Gogo. “Um, sorry, Gogo but we gotta go before it gets any later.”

“O-of course,” Gogo nodded, “I shouldn’t keep you. Bye, Robaire.”

“Mhm, let’s go, Rob.” Aaliyah quickly dragged Robaire away from her and left.

Gogo watched Robaire leave without saying goodbye. She couldn’t help but feel slightly hurt.

“So that’s what you were doing…”

Part 13

[woniebunny]

JARED CAMERON x Y/N ONESHOT

A/N: Hey guys!! It’s been a hottt minute since I posted anything. I’ve genuinely been so busy with work and uni and lots of moving 😅. Life has just been a lot and finding time to write was kinda tricky but hopefully going forward I’ll be a little better at it. I did have one user ask about me potentially writing something separate about Jared and his imprint and I actually really liked the idea and finally got around to it so hopefully you guys enjoy it!

3 weeks. 3 weeks is how long it’s been since I’ve avoided you. 3 weeks of trying to ignore how much I miss our conversations or your laugh or even just your presence. 3 weeks of pretending Im okay and feeling guilty for not being able to be honest because how do I tell the most important person in my life that I’m falling for the one person they want a chance with more than anybody else. 3 weeks of feeling like the worst best friend in the history of best friends. *Ring ring ring* and there goes the last bell signaling the end of the school day and effectively bringing me out of my thoughts. I gather and pack up all my things and start heading out the door to meet Kim as per our usual routine of walking home together. As I go to put my things in my locker I can hear someone stopping next to me. “Hey would you wanna go get ice cream on our way home?” I start asking Kim as I shut my locker only to turn and come face to face with the last person I wanted to see at the moment. Jared Cameron. “Sorry I thought you were Kim, what’s up?” He doesn’t respond for a minute or two, just continues staring at me. “Cameron?” Looks like he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. “Sorry, I was just wondering if I did something wrong or if you’re mad at me?” “Huh? No Im not, why would you ask that?” “Well I haven’t really seen or heard much from you the past weeks so I guess I was just curious” “oh guess I’ve just been busy and we haven’t really been partnered recently, but I’m not mad.” “Oh okay… cool” as he starts nodding his head and awkwardly giving me a thumbs up, it almost makes me wanna laugh as I feel my lips fighting to lift. “In that case I was wondering if…” “Y/N!!!” He pauses and I whip my head around hearing Kim yelling to me as she runs up. “Im so so sorry I got held back a few mins cause some kids were blocking the door but I’m ready if you wanna start heading home and… oh hi Jared I didn’t see you there” Kim says as I see her slyly giving me a questioning look. “Hey Kim, I was just asking her a question about history class. Hope you guys get home safe.” “Thanks! Let’s go Y/N!!” She replies as she grabs my arm and starts running to head home. I can feel him watching us as we leave but I keep my focus on Kim. It’s about a 10 minute walk, 15 since we stopped for ice cream along the way, before we reach Kim’s house and she invites me in. “Oh Y/N honey how are you? How are your parents?” Asks Ms.Connweller as we’re passing through to get to her room. “We’re good Ms. Connweller thank you for asking” “that’s good to hear, well dinner should be done in about 20 minutes if you don’t mind staying, you know we love having you over” “that sounds great Ms.Connweller thank you” “of course dear, now why don’t you girls go relax in the meantime” and that was our signal to head to Kim’s room. Soooooooo my precious Y/N, do you wanna tell me what that was about?” “Pardon? What’s what about?” “Jared Cameron talking to you by your lucky, which I’m so sorry for interrupting by the way I didn’t mean to” “no no it’s okay, like he said he was just asking about class.” “Hmmmm” “what do you mean hmmmm?” “I think he was gonna ask you out” she giggles. What. “What do you mean?” “Girl did you not notice how he was staring at you when I took you away, not to mention he was in the middle of talking to you, and it’s not like you genuinely talk to anybody beside Embry and I… so yeah all clues are pointing to him asking you out! Oooooohh this is so exciting, I’ve never seen you go on a date it’d be so fun to dress you up!” What. The. Hell?? “You’d want me to say yes to Cameron? Seriously Kim?” I ask staring at her like she’s crazy. Isn’t she in love with him? Is this a trick?? Why would she be happy? “Well I mean if he asks you then yeah! It’s about time you get a boyfriend and he looks like he’s genuinely into you which a green card in my books” “wait but aren’t you into him Kim? Wouldn’t that be wrong..?” “Huh? Girl I just thought he was cute like major eye candy like Embry for example but I’m not actually into him haha” she starts laughing.

“Wait did you think I was genuinely in love with him?” “Uhh.. yes?” I answered more like a question unsure of what’s happening. “Lmaooo girl nooo eye candy haha he’s all yours if you want him. Besides I’m talking to Axel at the moment I thought you knew?” Oh. My. God. “Oh” “wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding him since your guys group project? Awwww you’re such a sweet best friend but seriously if you don’t get with that boy I will slap you cause he’s very obviously in love with you” “I was cause I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship and mess things up” “and I appreciate that and guarantee it won’t even if I did like him like that you should know I’d never make you choose. You’re my sister Y/N forever and always and I love you and support you no matter what. So please please please do me the big favor of getting with him” “hahaha okay Kim, I love you too, forever and always” “Girls dinner is ready!” Ms.Connweller yells from downstairs. “I’m glad we had this talk now idk about you but I’m starving, let’s go eat!”

The next day at school as I’m standing by my locker again I feel someone stop next to me. Now knowing that Kim was 100% okay with anything happening between Jared and I, I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Maybe that’s why I don’t hesitate to close my locker and immediately turn “Hey Jared, what’s up?” “Hey Y/N, I know this is kinda random but we got interrupted yesterday and I was just wondering if maybe you know you would like to go out with me?” He rambles really quick and closes his eyes and turns his head like he’s waiting for me to yell at him. “Like a date?” “Huh? Oh yeah, uh like a uh date? If that’s okay?” “Okay” “Wait okay? Like okay yes?” “Yes Cameron lol okay yes. I’d love to go on a date with you” he starts smiling and practically bouncing in place “oh oh my god, I, wow, oh you actually said yes I am so happy I promise I will make it the best date ever okay I will see you later!” He goes to leave but I stop him “hey Cameron, don’t you kinda need my number to tell me when and what time the date is and to find out where to pick me up?” “Oh yeah, sorry I got excited” as he sheepishly scratches the nape of his neck and handed me his phone. After putting in my number and watching him excitedly leave almost tripping over another student when he turns to wave at me one last time, I don’t stop myself from letting out a laugh and smiling this time. I just know he’s going to make me the happiest girl in the world and the best part is I didn’t even have to go looking for him. I guess I have the moon goddess to thank for that.

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

A STUDY IN YOU, chapter fourteen

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March 13th, 2019

The door clicked shut behind Sophie, her footsteps faded down the hall when Jason turned to see you. His hands were in his pockets, tie loose around his neck when a dimple appeared on his cheek. “Well, there’s that.”

“She’s not going to tell anyone,” you waved him off quickly, stretching out on the sofa. You were too drunk to have a serious conversation at this time of night.

“I know,” he laughed, still standing in the center of the room. “But she is a character.”

“She is,” you agreed, reaching for the glass of water once more. Another sip, he watched in silence and you wondered if the weed was a good enough excuse to say your thoughts out loud. You took the chance.

“So--you didn’t like Connor.”

His eyes met yours, unreadable like he couldn’t tell if you were challenging him or just observing. When you let your head fall back against the cushions and your eyes closed, he laughed a little, coming to sit beside you. 

“I don’t know Connor.”

“You didn’t seem to like him,” you opened one eye and watched him for a sign of emotion. His elbows were on his knees, he stared off into space and the clock on the wall ticked to remind you that graduation was hurdling closer with every second. 

He looked over at you now, caught you looking and smiled. “You’re allowed to date him.”

This brought you back to the same solar system. You sat up quickly, your eyes bugged out of your head. “What?”

He shrugged, unsure why this caused such a reaction.

“I just met him tonight--”

“He was obviously interested in you--”

“He’s Max’s little brother!”

“--seeing as he wouldn’t leave you alone all night.”

“You’re the one who was rude at the end of the night to him.”

Both of you were more emotional now, a charge in your words that hadn’t been there before. “Because he seemed to think that you’d end up going home with him.”

“So you were jealous,” you said it quickly, a nod to confirm that your suspicion was true--with or without his input. 

He blinked a few times, shrugged a shoulder and fought the smirk that threatened to rat him out. He stood from the couch and turned, offering his hand to help you up. “Forgive me for thinking that I’m the one you go home with.”

With one look he’d managed to shift courses, avoid the tension that was mounting and defuse the bomb of uncertainty that beeped somewhere in the distance. You laughed a little, felt the thumping in your chest when he nodded towards the bathroom. “Wanna shower?”

March 24th, 2019

He waited on the sidewalk, texted mindlessly when you tried to get your mom off the phone. 

“Okay, mom, yeah—I’ll let you know.”

Your aunt’s birthday, a girls trip to New York, you could take them to the museums!

You’d check your calendar and get back to her, but your lunch break wasn’t the time for this conversation. You promised to call later, smiled apologetically when you turned back to him and started walking. Over toward Bryant Park, a left turn when he asked.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “My mom’s planning a trip to town, she’s got a lot of questions.”

He glanced over at you when you crossed the street, a nod to your shared midwestern roots. “Sounds about right.”

“What are you in the mood for?” You looked up to a neon sign overhead, gyros, falafel, chicken wings.

He slowed, looked inside the windows of a dine-in option. White table cloths and polished servers and he shrugged: why not? 

Unexpected but you allowed it, followed him inside and read over the menus and listened to the specials. Your brows didn’t raise in surprise until he ordered a bottle of champagne. 

He played it off with a shrug once the waiter departed. “You know, for your birthday.”

“Not this again,” you rolled your eyes, hesitant to give too serious of a reply. 

“Not this again,” he repeated your words and rolled his eyes in jest. “Relax, okay? It’s a business lunch.”

Delated. You hid the disappointment on your face when the waiter reappeared with two flutes and the bottle. You watched as the bubbles raced towards the surface, smiled in appreciation and lifted a glass, just like he did.”

Awkward, and both of you knew it. Somewhere along the line the lines got more blurry and now you were six months in and playing pretend didn’t always feel so pretend, somehow. He cleared his throat. 

“Here’s to twenty-eight.”

“Right,” you forced a smile. 

He shifted in his seat at that, kept your gaze for a second before he asked: “are you upset with me?”

Your forehead wrinkled with confusion, the sip of champagne slid down your throat and you almost coughed in surprise. “What? No. Why--why would I be?”

He shrugged, almost like he wished he could backtrack now that he’d seen your reaction. He smiled a little, let his head tilt from side to side when he hesitated. “First I didn’t know it was your birthday, didn’t tell you about the core faculty thing, then it felt like I did a good job of pissing you off the other night--” he glanced around quickly when he realized the conversation topic was risky for such a public setting. “Regarding, y’know, Max’s brother.”

Ah, the moment you’d been waiting for: when he set you up for a slam dunk totally casual response to remind him that two could play whatever game he’d been playing for so long.

“It’s fine,” you said quickly. “And the core faculty thing is none of my business.”

Right? Right.

His eyebrows rose at that, he took another sip of champagne and nodded. “Well, Dean Vasquez let me know today that everything should be finalized by the end of the semester and next year it’ll be official.”

You couldn’t help but grin, you leaned forward and put your elbows on the table. “You deserve it,” you nodded, a soft smile. “I’m really proud of you.”

He squirmed a little in the metaphorical spotlight, made a face like it was no big deal. “To twenty-eight and promotions.”

You listened to him talk about it, smiled at the excitement in his voice after you both ordered. The comfort and ease between you felt reassuring and confusing all at once, how did that one kiss land you here?

And better yet, how were you supposed to address whatever this was and whatever it meant when in a few short months your dynamic would shift again?

He reached for his wallet after a while, you didn’t have forever and there’d already be too many questions about what took so long and where you’d eaten.

But you couldn’t let him pay for this like it meant something, couldn’t let yourself feel that level of hope or excitement. “You don’t have to pay,” you grabbed your own wallet, “let me split it with you.”

“Y/N, it’s fine,” he smiled. 

“No, I mean it--”

“It was your birthday,” he reminded, eyes expectant as he waited to see how you’d challenge him.

“Yeah but,” the words pushed past your lips and landed on the table with an awkward thud. “You don’t have to care about that.”

He shrugged one shoulder, simple, quietly, like he didn’t really know what to say except for the truth. “But I do.”

You shook your head, a reminding smile: “you’re my advisor.”

“You’re my student,” he nodded, comfortable with the words and labels and…now he was on to you. “And I know I shouldn’t play favorites, but--can’t always help it.”

Your face felt hot, he caught your eye and smirked, handed his card to the waiter and then read an email from Charlie outloud. You walked back to 30 Rock, tried your best to shed whatever glow the lunchtime longing had left on your cheeks. 

But you were metaphorically fucked. The constant push and pull had slithered into your brain and having sex with your professor was only half the problem. 

The other half? Deciding what to do about it. 

April 5th, 2019

Your phone was buzzing over and over in the pocket of your jeans. Not a phone call, not emails. Texts. And at this frequency, you knew without checking that it was Max in the group chat. 

After what felt like the millionth notification you slid it out and eyed it, careful not to distract from the final presentation that Shayna Hillbringer had undoubtedly worked so hard on. 

The classroom was dark for Shayna’s presentation and the semester was winding down. For third year graduating students, the start of April also meant the beginning of the end: final projects and papers and job applications as you hurtled toward the unknown.

Which is why, on this particular Friday night, you were sat in Jason’s classroom listening to Shayna ramble on about her experience working at an advertising agency. 

It was fine. She was nice enough and the presentation was good enough. But of course you couldn’t focus with your phone blowing up as if the East Village was on fire.

Max Prescott (6:13pm): I’m hungry

Max Prescott (6:14pm): Are we doing anything tonight? 

Max Prescott (6:14pm): Anyone want to grab dinner?

Sophie Mendez (6:14pm): I’m down! Finishing up stuff on set though, be done around 7

Naomi Halter (6:15pm): I just got home from work 

Naomi Halter (6:15pm): You guys can come here! Take out? 

Max Prescott (6:16pm): omg ok, let me get my life together

Max Prescott (6:16pm): Y/N????? Are you ditching us for daddy?

Sophie Mendez (6:16pm): Lmao (i’ll come when I’m out)

Naomi Halter (6:17pm): She has class, right?

Max Prescott (6:17pm): Yeah she does

Max Prescott (6:17pm): With daddy

You were about to thumb out a scathing reply, rub it in Max’s face that he was merely jealous of the fact that you were getting laid and he wasn’t. 

But another text appeared at the top of your screen.

Jason Sudeikis (6:17pm): Can you at least pretend to pay attention?

You looked up at him quickly, but his eyes were already back on Shayna and her slide about storyboards for short-duration advertisements. What an ass.

You figured it’d be best to ignore all of them. Anything you replied to the group was just adding fuel to the fire, and replying to Jason’s text felt, well…not worth it. You decided that giving him a dirty look the next time he glanced in your direction would be good enough. 

So you put your phone on do not disturb and did your best to stay focused. Shayna’s presentation finished early and for that he dismissed you all with ten minutes to spare. You took your time packing up, tried not to make it obvious that you, without a doubt, would be the last student in the room. 

Maybe the others were somewhat aware of the relationship you had with him. Not the sexual one that happened behind closed doors (or in his office), but the mentor-mentee dynamic that this all stemmed from in the first place. 

You congratulated Shayna on the completion of her coursework, loitered in the corner when she collected a graded rubric from Jason. Eventually the room thinned out and you were too buried in your phone to notice.

Y/N L/N (6:52pm): Just getting out of class, I can come by and hang for a while!

“Did you even catch a word she said?” He was eyeing you now from across the room. He slipped his laptop into his messenger bag and smirked, waiting to see what type of reaction he’d get. 

“I was paying attention--but I had Max being a pain in my ass in the group chat.”

“I looked over there and you were reading that thing like a novella,” he teased.

You took a few steps closer to his desk in the corner of the room, offered a challenging smirk when he leaned against the side of it. 

“I can’t believe you’re trying to go all professor on me right now.”

“Lest we forget that’s my actual job title,” he joked. But he wasn’t finished. He looked up at you now and shrugged. “I can’t let you get away with everything.”

“Well, professor,” you tilted your head to the side. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

He laughed, reached for his jacket that was slung over the back of his chair. “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Good,” you chuckled. “I don’t do well with punishment.”

His eyebrows quirked at that, you immediately rolled your eyes at the dumb look on his face. “I mean from teachers.”

“You don’t strike me as the kind to get in trouble too much,” he sat on the edge of the desk now, amused by where this was headed. “You give off way more of a goody-two-shoes vibe.”

“Hi--” Shayna’s voice caused both of your heads to snap towards the door. “Sorry--I just--I realized I left my thumb-drive on the podium,” she took a few awkward steps into the room, the look on her face told you she was confused by the distance between you, or, really, the lack thereof. 

Jason cleared his throat and stood, suddenly back into the version of himself you’d become less familiar with the more time you spent with him. “No problem--we were just talking about Y/N’s project.”

Shayna smiled, almost like she knew his explanation was more for himself than for her. She held up the thumb-drive to show she’d been successful. “Have a good weekend,” she waved over her shoulder. 

Once she turned down the hall you both deflated, Jason blew a puff of air from his mouth and rubbed at the base of his neck. “Okay--well, uh--I also am, you know, heading out.”

“Right,” you smirked a little, why was it a turn on to see him so flustered?

He caught your eye for a second but shouldered his bag. “Are you--uh--leaving too?”

“Yeah,” you threw a thumb towards the door. “I’m heading to Naomi’s.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “Then I won’t invite you for a drink.”

You walked with him now towards the classroom door with raised eyebrows, intrigued by his sudden change in demeanor.  “You were going to invite me for a drink?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. But you have plans,” he smiled.

“I do,” you confirmed. “And I’d never hear the end of it if I ditched them for you.”

He laughed, turned left with you towards the elevators. “Wouldn’t want that.”

So you waved awkwardly once you were outside the main doors, gave the vague promise of we’ll talk this weekend. You figured that neither of you knew why, but you both knew you would. Somehow, someway, for some reason. Maybe you just liked each other.

But that thought felt too real and too wrong and the subway ride to Naomi’s left you sitting in silence on a crowded train with nothing but your own thoughts.

They had a glass of wine waiting for you once you pushed the door open, a movie on and pizza on the counter. When you sunk into the couch beside Max, he turned to see you. 

“Guys…can I have some advice?” You said quickly, pouncing on the opportunity when Naomi looked over at you. Sophie grabbed the remote and paused the movie, Max straightened up and kept his eyes on you. 

You laughed a little, apparently this was out of character. After a pause for dramatic effect, you admitted: “I have no idea what’s going to happen with me and Jason after we graduate.”

Silence. Max looked to Sophie, Sophie looked to Naomi. 

Naomi shrugged, eyes wide at your confession. “What do you want to happen?”

There it was. The same question that had been circling your consciousness for months and weeks and days on end. You traced the pattern of Naomi’s sofa. 

“That’s a loaded question.”

Max crossed his legs. “You’re still going to work with him, so--things are still…off limits, right?”

“They’re a lot less off limits as co-workers than as professor-student,” Sophie held up a finger.

“Right, I mean--he had a meeting with Charlie last week. Said NBC should get me my offer letter by the end of April.”

When you first kissed him you didn’t expect to wind up here. You never expected that you’d have any reason to see him post-grad and you certainly didn’t ever think you’d be his co-worker. 

“You might hate me for saying this,” Naomi prefaced. “But somewhere along the lines it feels like this became a lot more serious than anyone thought it would be.”

You stared at her, nervous. “...What do you mean?”

Sophie and Max wondered too.  

“Well, you guys are apparently having sleepovers now,” she looked over to Sophie. Of course Sophie had immediately filled Max and Naomi in. “Like, regularly.”

“Twice,” you said. Wait. No. “Three times?”

Max’s eyes doubled in size, hearing a number slapped on there made it all real. “And you guys haven’t talked about after graduation?”

“No,” you said honestly. “Only in the work context.”

Sophie had been quiet. Her eyes were narrowed and you knew--based solely on the look on her face--that the wheels were turning. “Do you want to stop sleeping with him?”

The real answer was no. Of course not. But the responsible, mature, graduating adult figured that something like this might be better left in the past. 

“I don’t know.”

“Elaborate, please,” Max pushed. That wasn’t a good enough answer.

You let out a dramatic sigh. “I mean, I like hooking up with him. I like spending time with him and you know, the sex is really good.”

They all liked that answer, smiles spread across the room but you held up a hand. “But it feels--” you stopped.

“It feels what?” Sophie asked, eager to hear where you were going.

“How am I supposed to bring this up to him? Admit that maybe I have some emotions or feelings about…him…or us, and--see? I don’t even know what to say! All of that would freak him the fuck out.”

Sophie was unimpressed, her mouth hung open like she thought you were being fucking stupid. “Aren’t we past the stage where you try not to spook him? You know, pretend you’re more normal than you are?”

“No!” You said quickly, shocked by her implication. “How would we be past that stage?”

“Because you guys aren’t just casually hooking up anymore,” Max looked at you like you had three heads. 

“We’re not?” You asked.

“Did he buy you a birthday gift?” Max asked.

“No.”

“He didn’t do anything?” 

“We went to lunch--he got a bottle of champagne. He said it was--I don’t know--partially for my birthday.”

Sophie smirked. 

“But that doesn’t mean he has feelings for me,” you defended. 

“How often do you guys text?” Naomi asked. 

Jesus. You blinked a few times but then shrugged. You didn’t mean to put yourself on trial by asking for some feedback. “Not every day. Most days. Usually about work or school stuff.”

“I’ve literally been there when you guys just text hi,” Sophie mocked you and dropped her voice a few octaves to insinuate romance.

“Well we’re human,” you shot back at her. 

“Okay,” Naomi butt in, this was obviously getting off topic and you appreciated the fact that at least one of them wanted to stay on track. “So--you have feelings for him.”

“Is that a question?” You narrowed your eyes.

“No,” Max laughed, then Sophie and Naomi did too.

You didn’t say anything, fought the smile that tried to creep onto your face when you groaned. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

“Talk to him,” Sophie nearly yelled. “Tell him!”

“I would rather fail every class ever,” you decided.

Naomi ignored your theatrics. “Have you guys talked about Cannes?” 

“What about it?”

“The fact that he’s basically bringing you as his date,” Sophie wiggled her eyebrows. 

“No,” you pointed. “It’s an independent study.”

“That he’s grading,” Max reminded. 

“So what?” You made a face at him. “Just because I’m sleeping with him doesn’t mean I get special treatment.”

“Okay,” Sophie let out a sharp laugh, yeah fucking right. 

“You probably get some special treatment,” Naomi tried, always more delicate than Soph. 

“I mean, maybe,” you said. “I don’t want it, though. I don’t want people to think that I’m the teacher’s pet.”

“Oh, sugar pie honey bunch,” Max cooed at you, a pitying look on his face when he clutched his heart over his sweatshirt. “Everybody already knows that.”

You groaned again, leaned your head back on the sofa and closed your eyes in turmoil. “Nevermind, forget I even asked for anyone’s advice. I will just die here on this couch and--”

“Hold on,” Naomi tried to help everything settle. “Do you think it’s worth it to talk with him about all of this? Like, if you actually want this to be mature and adult-like, don’t you think that’s probably your best option?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a sigh, ready to drop it for the evening. “I’ll think about it.”

April 9th, 2019

He was frowning when you knocked, brow furrowed in concentration before his eyes flickered up to the doorway. 

“Hi,” you said quietly. 

“Hi,” his eyes trailed down your legs and back. 

You hadn’t texted with him over the weekend, decided to give him some space and take some of your own. There was also the petty and dumb part of you that was waiting to see if he would text you. Most of Sunday was spent avoiding your phone and the sad reality that he hadn’t.

Besides, you had Naomi’s words playing on loop and other final projects to finish. You spent Monday on set of another NBC show, counting down the minutes until you’d get to hop back in the writer’s room and do what you actually loved. 

So on Tuesday you figured you’d test the water.

“I know we don’t have an appointment or anything,” you shrugged in the doorway. “But, I wanted to see if you had a minute to just look over the first draft of my paper, it’s just the analysis of Sarai’s first two features.”

He leaned back in his desk now, nodded when he outstretched his hand for the paper in yours. Staples in the top left corner, you’d already marked it up on the subway with corrections and edits but figured his input would only help. You know, seeing as he’d be grading it anyway, just like Max had reminded. 

You shut the door behind you, let it click into place as you sat across from him. He looked at the paper quickly, then back at you. “Can I get it back to you tomorrow, or even Friday, maybe?”

“Sure,” you nodded, wondering how far to push. Something was obviously up. “Is, uh, is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah,” he nodded, bringing a finger to his lips. “Just have a lot of papers to grade for one of my undergrad seminars and have a meeting with Charlie later today to get an update on casting decisions.”

Things had been moving along with the show. The executive team was put together, auditions had started and some rolles already filled. Cameras were supposed to start rolling in June, hopefully. 

You stood and kept his gaze, smirked a little when you rounded his desk and sat on the edge, right in front of him. He smirked up at you, reassuring when he stood and let his hands hold onto your thighs. “Just a shitty week.”

“Well, I know something that might make you feel better,” you purred, hand grazing the outline of his cock beneath his khakis. He smirked a little, leaned forward to let his mouth find yours. 

The same explosion of excitement, warmth pooled in your belly and your hands reached up to pull him closer. He smiled into your mouth, let his fingers trail up towards your panties. You let out an eager moan, one that squeaked from the back of your throat when his thumb came into contact with your clit, still separated by fabric.

But then he pulled back, cleared his throat and wiped his lips. A smudge of your lipstick on his mouth, he could see it on his hand and shook his head. 

“Sorry,” he panted. “I, uh--I just don’t know if we should right now.”

He stepped back from between your legs, the same skirt you wore that first time he used his fingers. The wood of his desk was still cool on the backs of your thighs, he brought his eyes to yours and looked guilty. 

“Okay.”

“Sorry--”

“It’s fine,” you hopped down and licked your lips, arousal still coursing through you when you shrugged. 

He walked over to the other side of his desk, seemingly deep in thought before he swiveled. He eyed you for a second, hands in his pockets, hesitant.

“Can we talk for a second?”

You nodded, lips slightly parted when your heartbeat climbed. Oh fuck.

“I think we should talk about Cannes.”

Had you accidentally left him a 15-minute long voicemail that recorded your entire conversation with your friends? You played dumb. “...What about it?” 

He glanced up at you quickly, the corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, immediate relief when you realized he wasn’t angry or upset. “Well, about both of us going on this trip.”

“Right,” you nodded obediently. You were following.

“And how obviously it might be fun to, you know, hang out in Cannes—“

“But,” you watched him. 

“But we have to be really careful.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. 

“I just don’t want either of us to, I don’t know, get in trouble or look bad and after Friday when Shayna almost saw us--”

“We weren’t gonna have sex right there in a classroom,” you smiled a little, challenging his anxiety. 

“I know,” he said, still serious. “But, this is all still really fucking risky no matter how much we like it or how normal it is now.”

You digested his words, nodded slowly when you watched him. He was clearly more worked up than you--and in a different world, maybe you’d have asked him why or what you could do to reassure him.

You also wanted to be smart. You didn’t want him to lose his job and the fact that you’d made it this far without getting caught was almost impossible to believe. But the topic of conversation needled you, he was still in the center of the room and you were still unsure how to broach the question that seemed to hover over the vintage rug in his office. 

You didn’t have answers. You didn’t have anything to say that would manage to avoid what was beginning to feel like a ticking time bomb.

You cleared your throat, smiled at him softly when you shrugged. “We don’t have to…keep doing this if you don’t want to.”

Maybe now was the right time to stop. Graduation, his promotion, it all made sense.

He nodded slowly, let out a defeated breath when he finally cracked a tiny smile. “The problem is that I want to.”

You smirked, appreciative of the way he tipped his hat and gave a peek behind the curtain. Got it. He was as confused as you were.

But there was no way--right here, right now--that you were going to address the elephant in the room. So instead of being brave and saying it all out loud, you took a step closer to him in the center of the room. “Well,” you sighed, eyes flickering to the door to warn of your upcoming departure. “Let me know when you come up with a solution.”

You felt his head turn once you walked away, his eyes watched with intrigue and confusion and excitement. But you kept walking, calling over your shoulder when you slipped out the doorway: “And what you think about my analysis so far!”

April 18th, 2019

You knocked on the door and wondered if Javier was already inside. Some TV show they were both obsessed with, a conversation at work the other day led to an invitation over to Jason’s to watch when they learned you’d never even heard of it. Oh right, Javier had teased. I always forget you were born in the 90s. 

He tugged the door open and smiled, stepped aside for you to come in from the cool spring air. “Hi,” he greeted. “Did you see my text?”

“No?” You shrugged out of your coat, hung it on a hook near the door. 

“Javier bailed--his baby has a fever.”

You’d seen the text come through but you were already on your way, took advantage of the fact that he’d never uninvite you. 

“Oh,” you feigned disappointment. “I must have been too far underground to have any service.”

Whatever. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He smirked and locked the door, “I won’t force you to watch the greatest movie of all time if you’re not in the mood.”

“I came all the way here!” You teased, following him towards the kitchen. He had a glass of wine already poured, you couldn’t help but notice that it was the same bottle--a new one--but the one you said you’d liked at his Christmas party. 

Maybe he’d gotten it for you. 

“However will you survive an evening with me?” he made a face over his shoulder, handed you the glass of wine that, until now, had been sitting on his counter. 

He watched you take a sip. 

“What?” You asked.

He laughed a little, “I feel bad that Javier canceled and you came all the way here.”

“Ahh,” you nodded. “Good think we’ve spent plenty of time alone.”

You didn’t mean for that to sound as sexual as you did. A flush to your cheeks when his eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”

“I just mean--you know--it’s not awkward.”

He laughed, shook his head but made his way towards the couch in the living room. You followed behind him, wondered what you’d talk about and if it would eventually lead to fucking him on the couch or even in the kitchen. 

“Well, let’s make sure this one doesn’t get back to Dean Vasquez, alright?”

“Hey--at least I’m twenty-eight now.”

He settled onto the couch and looked up at you, amused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Somehow, for some reason, you were bold enough to go there. Maybe it was the wine or the dim lighting or Javier’s absence. “Well, if I was older or if you were younger I think there’d be less scandal,” you shrugged.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, an offended look on his face. “You think I’m old!”

“No,” you laughed. “I mean, you are, but I just think 15 years is significant.”

“Here I was this whole time thinking the problem is that I’m your superior in almost every way,” he said sarcastically. 

“That’s the hot part,” you teased, reached over to poke him in the stomach. He shrunk from your touch, grabbed your finger in his hand and held it for a second.

He let it go, let out a breath and shifted beside you. 

“I think the age thing is hot too,” he quipped. “I think all of it’s hot, honestly.”

You laughed in agreement. “Yeah,” you nodded. “Me too.”

But he made no move. He didn’t reach a hand over to tease you, didn’t beg to taste you or anything that most of your encounters with him typically entailed. 

One episode turned into two and then he turned to you on the couch. “I don’t know if this is weird—“ he laughed a little. A genuinely nervous look in his eyes when he looked up to see you. 

“So if it is, let’s just rewind like thirty seconds to the universe in which I never brought this up, okay?”

Now he smiled at his own joke, he knew he’d saved himself from a moment of vulnerability. 

“But do you wanna smoke weed?”

Your lips crept into a smile, you tried to fight it when he watched you with an expectant smirk. 

“Duh,” you laughed. “Yeah.”

He stood, took a few steps towards the hallway before disappearing behind the door you knew was his. You looked around the dark living room, decorated decently for an early 40s bachelor-pad. 

He reappeared with a joint in hand, nodded his head towards the balcony off the window overlooking the street. A fire-escape really, the same one from his Christmas party.

You followed him out and, took his hands when you stepped out and onto the iron structure. 

You wiped your hands on your jeans and looked around at the night sky. He stood on the other end of a small landing, held up a lighter and shielded it from the wind.

He took a hit, held his breath and watched you watch a blinking plane overhead. Early April was starting to warm up, you could feel it in nights like these.

He exhaled, you looked over at him expectantly. 

“This is my balcony,” he gestured around, laughed at himself when he passed the joint. 

“So I’ve heard,” you teased, held it up to your lips and inhaled. You held your breath and counted to five. 

He watched and smiled when you coughed a little. “What was your time like at CNN?”

You shrugged your shoulders a little once you’d gained composure. “Fine, great starting point, but being a PA wasn’t for me.”

“Yeah it doesn’t seem easy,” he nodded.

“It brought me to NYU so for that it definitely gets some points.”

He was smiling when you looked up at him. Your heart did a flip so you decided to change the topic: “How’d you end up at NYU anyway?”

“Uh, well—“ he laughed a little, almost awkwardly. “I needed a fresh start in 2013. Had a rough go of it career wise for a bit but I also—uh—I had split up with my ex-wife.”

“Oh,” you nodded, eyes narrowing with intrigue. That was a bombshell. “I didn’t know you were married once.”

Not that it bothered you. But it did feel like a curious detail to disclose after all this time.

He smirked, flicked out the joint and met your eyes. “Yeah, well, up until this year—why would you?”

You laughed a little, brazen and buzzed. “You mean you don’t tell most of your students about your love life or say their pussy’s so wet?”

He smiled wider at that, “I don’t.”

“Got it,” you nodded and smiled. “That’s good to know, like, you know, STD-wise.”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing. “Oh come on,” he laughed. “You say that as if I’m sleeping with every woman in Brooklyn.”

“No I’m not,” you defended, laughing when he shook his head. “I don’t know what you do in your personal time.”

“Well,” he sighed, still amused but more serious now. “It’s not that—I’m not sleeping with every woman in Brooklyn.”

“I’m glad,” you admitted. “Being one of many would make all of this less cool, for sure.”

“Oh,” he nodded, eyeing you suspiciously. “So being younger than me and feeling special is what does it for you.”

You watched as he took another hit, smiled a little. “You mean to tell me that you wouldn’t be pissed off if I told you I was sleeping with Will too?”

He couldn’t speak, held an inhale when he tried not to laugh. He shook his head and looked away when you giggled. 

He let out his breath quickly, coughed a tiny bit but then clarified. “I’d be livid.”

“Right,” you nodded. A pause when you felt the question creeping into his mind. “...I’m not, like, seeing anyone else.”

He nodded. “Me neither.”

A cartwheel in your stomach when you realized what that meant: accidentally exclusive. 

It almost came up after your birthday, but his smooth redirection in your living room ended in shower sex, not a conversation like this.

“Okay,” you reached for his joint. “Last one.” 

You took it and inhaled, let him watch you when the smoke filled your lungs and you smiled in the night breeze. You followed him inside eventually, finished your glass of wine on the couch and laughed when he told you about the first time he met Javier. 

Another episode and now your feet were on his lap. His arms draped over your legs, he tugged at the loose thread on your jeans and you wondered what it would be like to make breakfast for dinner together.

But when you checked your phone it was 1am, so you knew it was time to leave. Your turn to walk up to the line and then step back, a glance over your shoulder when you stood. 

“Bedtime,” you said, lifting your phone with the uber app open.

“Yeah,” he stood, a nod when he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re good to Uber?”

“Yeah,” you headed for the coat rack by his front door and plucked yours off of a hook. “Thanks for letting me hang out,” you joked, smiled at him when he rolled his eyes. 

“Like I was gonna kick you out,” he laughed. 

“I’ll see you at work,” you had a hand on the doorknob. 

He nodded, like he respected your choice to leave, like he liked the way you said it.

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Gravity Falls - The Matchmabel - Chapter I

Chapter I: Summer Again

Gravity Falls, Oregon - June 2017

It was a warm summer’s morning. The sun was shining, the birds sang, and a gentle breeze danced through the pine trees. It was one of the nicest days the town of Gravity Falls had had all year - and Dipper Pines was in his attic bedroom with the blinds drawn and the lights out, sitting on a laptop.

It wasn’t that Dipper was avoiding being outside today, nor that he wanted to avoid company. He was just busy, trying to write a college application that simply wasn’t coming together.

“I can offer the University… um… geez, I dunno, does experience with the supernatural count?” he asked himself. “They probably won’t believe that. Maybe if I write it as ‘ability to think outside the box…’”

He glanced down at the example questionnaire he’d printed out, reading the next question.

“What I want out of college is…” He frowned. “What I want out of college is…”

He clicked his tongue.

“...a diploma?” He shrugged. “Ugh, I’m getting nowhere with this.”

He heard the sound of steps on the ladder, and looked over to see Mabel climbing up.

“Are you still working on that thing?”

Mabel was carrying a large photo album under her arm, already covered in glitter and stickers.

“Yeah,” sighed Dipper.

“You were on that laptop the whole drive up!” exclaimed Mabel, setting the photo album down on her bed and walking over. “What’s the point in a summer vacation if you spend the whole time up here thinking about…”

She glanced at the questionnaire.

“...wow, that’s a lot of questions.”

“Yeah, and I’ve gotta answer them in three pages or less,” replied Dipper. “And it’s gotta be double-spaced. Maybe they’re recycling some kind of medieval torture method for this.”

“Well maybe you can take a break?” suggested Mabel.

“Mom says she wants this done by the end of the week.”

“Mom’s not here!” Mabel put her arm over his shoulder. “Besides, I’ve got something even more important for you to do!”

“I doubt it, but hit me.”

Mabel walked back over to her bed and picked up the photo album.

“This is the last time we’re in Gravity Falls before we turn 18,” said Mabel. “And I thought we could celebrate that by making a photo album!”

“Haven’t you already made, like, seventeen scrapbooks?” asked Dipper, tilting his head.

“This one’s different!” exclaimed Mabel. “It’s not for me. It’s for Grunkle Stan, and Grunkle Ford, and Soos and Wendy! I wanna give them a big album full of all our adventures!”

“...are we including Weirdmaggeddon?”

“No.”

“...or that time Soos let that slime monster into the gift shop?”

“That’s not as bad as Weirdmaggedon.”

“Ugh. Easy for you to say. You didn’t have to clean it up.”

“No, Dipper.” Mabel tapped the cover. “It’s the Good Times Album. It’s only for good times.”

Dipper shrugged.

“You know what? I could use some time away from this essay,” he replied. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just find some old pictures to put in here,” replied Mabel. “Like on your phone and stuff! Stroll down my favourite street…”

She put her arm over Dipper’s shoulder again and extended her hand.

“Memory Lane!”

“Mabel, your favourite street’s Chapman Street,” said Dipper flatly. “Cause it sells those cola lollipops.”

“Oh yeah, that place is amazing,” Mabel nodded. “But you get my point!”

Dipper chuckled.

“Sure,” he said. “I bet I can dig something out.”

“Yes!” Mabel jumped up, grinning. “Alright, I’m gonna go through my polaroids!”

“That’s what was in the giant box you put in the car?” asked Dipper. “The reason I had to carry Waddles on my lap because it filled up the backseat?”

“See you soon!”

Mabel practically leapt down the stairs.

Dipper closed his laptop and let out a long hmmm. He knew he could check his phone - there were plenty of old photos on it - but he also remembered that he had some printed photos lying around somewhere, and wondered for a moment if it was worth looking through them.

“Hmm… oh wait, I remember!”

He climbed off his bed and leaned down, pulling a large cardboard box out from underneath. With some effort, he lifted it onto the bed and opened the flaps on top.

This was the fabled ‘Wendy box’ - Stan had told him to keep it five years ago, and despite being a source of some embarrassment in hindsight, he was glad he had. The box had a lot of pictures of events that he had no other photographic record of, like that night at the Dusk 2 Dawn (although he had gone through it a few years ago and thrown out some of the candid ones he’d taken at the start of that summer - those were a bit creepy, he had to admit.) Maybe, he thought, he could find some good pictures for the album in it.

He was about to start looking when he heard a call.

“Dipper! The fate of the universe depends upon you!”

Dipper smiled.

“Coming!”

He didn’t really believe that the fate of the universe depended on him - he just knew that this was Ford’s way of getting him to come downstairs quickly.

He found Ford pacing in front of the dining table. The old scientist was wearing large boots - larger than his normal ones - and rubber gloves, and he was carrying several large sacks over his shoulder. He grinned as Dipper entered the room.

“Dipper!” he said. “Glad you’re here, I need your help! It’s Strangeshroom Season!”

“Strangeshroom Season?”

“Not one of my most creative names, I’ll admit,” said Ford. “At the start of every summer, the strangeshrooms bloom in the deep forest, but only for two days - today and tomorrow. Then they vanish, just as mysteriously as they appeared. Which means we only have two days to harvest as many as possible.”

“What’s a strangeshroom?”

“Well, it’s a mushroom, but… well, strange.” Ford shrugged. “Each type of strangeshroom has a different property. There’s a kind that explodes in your mouth, a kind that regresses you into a monkey, and a kind that tastes a bit like a lemon drop - and there could be hundreds more! I used to look for them every year and I’d always find new ones. I haven’t been able to for a while, but this is the first time I’ve been in town when they’ve bloomed since I returned to this dimension.”

“So we’re gonna go pick mushrooms?”

“Strangeshrooms, my boy, strangeshrooms!” Ford grinned. “And we won’t just pick them - we’ll test them!”

Dipper nodded.

“Alright,” he declared. “I’m in.”

“Excellent!” Ford clapped his hands together, the rubber slapping together loudly. “Let me just grab you some strange gloves - they’re regular rubber gloves, but the patent office doesn’t need to know that…”

He walked out of the room - revealing Pacifica Northwest, sitting at the dining table behind him, holding a large manila envelope.

“Oh,” said Dipper. “Hey Pacifica.”

“Dipper.”

Dipper sat down at the table.

“What’s with the envelope?” he asked.

“I borrowed some magazines off of your sister last summer,” replied Pacifica. “Dad thinks these are too low-class, so I’m not allowed to buy them.”

“Oh. Uh… that’s unfortunate.”

They sat quietly for a moment or so, Dipper rapping his fingers on the table.

“Heard your dad bought a new mansion,” he said at last.

“Yeah, up on the hill near the old railroad line,” Pacifica nodded. “It’s pretty nice.”

“This one’s not haunted?”

Pacifica rolled her eyes.

“No,” she replied. “Dad hired an exorcist.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna trust those guys,” Dipper snorted. “Most of ‘em are frauds.”

“Well, maybe you can take a look then…”

Unbeknownst to them, Mabel had been walking to the dining room from the kitchen. She had just heard Pacifica’s words, and had quickly hidden herself behind the doorframe, listening in.

“Yeah, alright.” Dipper shrugged. “I’ll come by on Saturday?”

“Sounds good to me,” replied Pacifica. “Call it a date?”

Mabel gasped, covering her mouth.

“Sure,” said Dipper. “A ghost-hunting date.”

Mabel’s eyes widened, and she darted back into the kitchen. This, of course, meant she wasn’t there to hear the rest of the discussion.

“How much do you want for this, then?” asked Pacifica.

“Hmm… $20 sound good?”

“Done. I’ll make it $40 if it actually ends up being haunted.”

“Deal.”

“Found ‘em!”

Ford strolled back into the room, passing a pair of rubber gloves to Dipper.

“Had to make sure it was the right pair,” he said. “I made you your own shock gloves… which were meant to be a birthday present, so pretend to be surprised when you get them.”

“Gotcha.” Dipper nodded.

“Oh, one more thing,” said Ford. “I’ve invited Wendy along. A third set of hands is always good, and I trust her in the forest more than I trust Soos.”

“Good call.”

“Thank you.” Ford looked over her shoulder. “I told her to meet up outside, so we should probably head out.”

“Yep, sounds like a plan,” said Dipper. “See you around, Pacifica.”

“Yep,” said Pacifica.

Dipper and Ford walked out of the house, leaving Pacifica alone. Neither had any idea that Mabel, her photo album forgotten, was already pulling her thoughts together as she sprinted up to the attic.

It was time to bring her matchmaking skills out of retirement.

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3. Action!

Hello Pretty people!! Long time no see! I hope you had an incredible New Year and can forgive me for my absence! Enjoy some more of Sophia :) -----------------

“Hi!” Sophia smiled, answering Shawn’s call.

“Where are you?”. He promptly asked.

“I am home, why?”. She asked, confused. They still hadn’t have the time to talk about the kiss or the kisses that followed that night. Two days had passed, and Sophia knew Shawn was busy finishing up some last-minute changes in his album, so she understood the situation. 

“I was wondering if I could pick you up? I mean, I know it’s last minute, but I really wanted you to watch me recording my new single, if you want of course?” He said, already nervous at the thought of her saying no.

“I would love to go! I will just have change, when will you get here”. She asked, trying to picture an outfit for going to a studio. 

“Soooo… I am kinda here already”. He said, making her heart race for a second.

“What?” She asked instinctually and proceeded to walk to the door to greet him. “Hello”. She said, hanging up the phone and looking at a very flushed Shawn. He had his left arm resting on the entrance, and when she opened the door, he had a puppy-apologetic face.

“Hi”. He said, finally greeting her with a hug.

“What if I said no?”. She playfully smacked him on his arm, trying to sound mad, but little did she know in his mind she was being extra cute, and all he wanted was to feel her lips on his again.

“I don’t know, I just was driving to the studio”. He stopped to remove a string of her hair falling in her face. “And I got distracted, so I ended up here.” He said, getting closer to her, and touching their noses. “I guess my brain was unconsciously telling me that I had to see you…”. He completed his thought and briefly looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission to kiss her, which she granted with a shy smile. 

These two days without seeing her had been a tiny bit of torture to him, and all he could think about was to feel her touch him one more time. And he took his time caressing every inch of her mouth in a slow, loving, and much-anticipated kiss.

“Do you mind waiting a few minutes?”. She asked, nose still attached to him; he took some seconds just taking in her scent before calmly addressing her question.

“Of course not, take your time, although I don’t really think you really need to change, is up to you of course”. He said, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden, butterflies back in his stomach. He wondered if she would always cause that effect on him. She pecked his lips before detaching from him, which caused him to involuntarily let out a soft grunt in response.

“I will be fast, I promise”.  

She proceeded to go to her room and decided to go for a comfy outfit, as she would probably be there with him for some time. “A skirt and a sweater it is”. She said to herself before she could start to overthink. She was out again in 10 minutes and ready to go.

“Wow, yeah… you”. Shawn said after looking at her, she looked very cuddly, and he wasn’t sure how he would be able to focus on anything but her. “You are very gorgeous”. He said, leaning in and kissing her again; she smiled into the kiss at how distracted he was around her.

“Thank you, but should’t we go? I don’t wanna make you late”. She stated, making him look at the clock.

“You haven’t, don’t worry, we have time to get there, but maybe we should stay just a bit longer…”

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As Sophia predicted, they did end up being late, but if she was being honest, it didn’t seem like Shawn cared, and she wasn’t caring much about it herself; she also had missed him. Of course, to make things even harder, he was getting distracted by Sophia being there, he couldn’t really focus on the camera, and he messed up the guitar's notes twice. Connor then made a proposition.

“Sophia, come here, I want you to do something”. Shawn could not hear what Connor asked her, but he could see her cheeks getting red while she was nodding to her best friend. They left the room together and didn’t return for another two minutes.

“Wait… where did you send her?”. Shawn asked as soon as Connor got back without Sophia.

“Calm down Romeo, she will be back in a bit”. Connor said, having fun of the situation. “In the mean time, I will start the song again, okay?”. Shawn reluctantly nodded and tried focusing for the 50th time. 

Sophia had a straightforward task which was to make him seem nervous, but she was finding herself in a very comic position as the thought of making him nervous made her nervous. The song was about them, and she really was not expecting that when he invited her. The thought of him returning home from their first date and writing a song about it made her smile to herself. She had to take a few deep breaths to steady her heart and head before entering from the back door and positioning herself behind Shawn’s chair. 

She instantly smiled to herself when she felt him shiver at the first touch of her hands. She moved to his heart and felt when his hand pressed against hers. She moved her hands thru his face and ear lobe, and she felt a small involuntary giggle escape his throat. Sophia could feel he was smiling, even without looking at his face, his heart was racing very fast, and he had never been so nervous in his life, he thought. She really knew what to do with her hands, and it all just felt so right and happy.

“Perfect! Perfect guys!”. Connor said after Shawn had let a louder giggle escape this time. “I think that’s a wrap”. He smiled at the footage in his hand.

Sophia immediately started to move her hands away from him and stand up, but he turned around and wrapped her hands into his. They looked at each other for seconds, wishing they were alone. And as if reading both of their minds, Shawn pulled her backstage and locked the door to prevent anyone from interrupting them.

“The song…”. Sophia whispered, hands still attached to him.

“Yeah… I just…”. He tried to form a coherent sentence but was suddenly lost in her blue eyes. “I…” He tried again, but then he just gave up and went for a kiss; he only stopped when he felt her smile and felt the need to smile too. “I would like to ask if you want to be my girlfriend?”

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