#back on my jamie bullshit

[jamietwat]

Roy and Jamie doing the celebrities read mean tweets thing but instead of from random people, it’s just all the bullshit they tweeted about each other that the other didn’t see in the time between Roy blocking Jamie on everything after Jamie tagged him in a tweet about how overdue Roy’s retirement was and Roy unblocking him but not telling him and just waiting for him to figure it out himself once they became friends (not that Roy would ever admit that that was what they were)

(Also, they definitely regularly seemingly unprompted tweeted horrible things about each other and fought online before that but neither of them blocked the other (or followed the other) because they preferred tagging the other in their bullshit for extra annoyingness but Roy was just at his limit for putting up with anything when he retired so Jamie said something not even as bad as usual and got blocked instead of the public argument he was anticipating)

Keeley’s like oh god this is a bad idea I’ve seen what they both tweeted and there’s no way this isn’t going to end up with them both pissed and probably getting into a physical fight

But instead, they both find them hilarious and there’s a lot of “oh, that’s a good one” and “that’s not your best work. You said worse to me this morning” and it’s the most Roy Kent’s been caught on camera laughing

[dandelionjack]

THERE ARE RULES — SO BREAK THEM. AND ANYWAY, YOU OWE ME. YOU'VE MADE YOURSELF ESSENTIAL TO ME, GIVEN ME SOMETHING ELSE TO BE. YOU CAN'T DO THAT AND THEN DIE. IT'S NOT FAIR.

DOCTOR, I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR RULES OR YOUR BLOODY SURVIVOR'S GUILT. IF YOU LOVE ME IN ANY WAY, YOU'LL COME BACK!

[padmeamiidalas]

by clicking the source link you will find #57 gifs of phil dunster as jamie tartt in ted lasso (s3, ep3). all of this gifs were made by me, so please don’t claim them as your own or repost them. feel free to give this post a link/reblog if you found this helpful!!

trigger warning: n/a

[politelymenacing]

My first thought at seeing this hat that Sunil Narine was given as player of the match in The Hundred tonight was "Jamie Tartt would wear that".

[captainofthefallen]

Get to know you meme

tagged by @rannadylin!

Three ships: Hmmm at the moment? Jonmartin from The Magnus Archives (got SLAMMED in my feelings by the magnus protocol coming out this week), Hero of Kvatch/Martin Septim from Oblivion, aaaaaand Roy/Jamie/Keeley from Ted Lasso since I binged s3 last weekend

Last song: is it weird if I don't remember the theme from The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

Currently reading: The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (progress is slow but I'm having a good time. Currently on Of Beren and Luthien. Huan is the bestest boy.)

Last film: not sure if I remember this one either I think it was... Elf maybe? Or It's a Wonderful Life. One of the things I watched with my family over the holidays

Currently craving: fresh baked soft pretzels. I could in theory accomplish this. But it's 11:30pm and I don't wanna

Iiiiiii will tag @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels and @mistmarauder and @nightingaletrash and anyone else who would like an excuse to do this

[tysonrunningfox]

[reachthezeneth]

That latest Jamie and Cam video!!!! Jamie choosing Angelo's and Cam saying it's the only place he knows! They only know Angelo's bc York is a bad philly citizen!

[littlebunnyman]

i am incapable of not making mordredpercy crossovers. slapping them into every show i watch as if they were meant to be there

[vinylfoxbooks]

February 21 - Room of Requirement | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 686

“And where are you going, my dearest Prongsie?” Sirius asks, dramatically throwing the curtains to the end of Remus’ bed open as James is attempting to leave. It was late enough that they assumed their friends were fast asleep -- Pete’s snoring away with his own curtains drawn, so at least they were partly correct -- so they figured that slipping out would be easy.

Unfortunately, they forget that SIrius grew up in a home where he had to learn to identify footsteps and awake from the deepest of sleep to fully alert at the smallest of sounds that could possibly mean danger. So they sigh, “I’m just going out for a walk, mate.” They shake their head, “I woke up and I can’t fall back asleep so I’m going to clear my head.” 

Sirius watches them for a while, his eyes narrowed, as if trying to sniff out their lie. 

He doesn’t find one, so he hums, “You have the cloak?” 

James nods, bringing their arm off to show off the shimmery fabric, “And the map.” 

“Be back soon.” 

“Of course, dad.” They roll their eyes, turning and leaving the dorm, letting out a gentle breath at the fact he bought the lie. 

James makes quick work of leaving the common room and the tower, throwing the cloak over themself then rushing to get to their meeting place. 

Regulus’ name disappears on the map just before James turns the corner and would be able to see him. He likely heard them coming and rushed in, either to get the room prepared, or to hide from a potential teacher -- he wouldn’t need to, not with his prefect duties and his capability to lie effortlessly. James follows suit, heading into the hidden room and throwing off the invisibility cloak.

The room that Regulus has conjured up is incredible, its line with two dark coloured chaise lounges sitting across the room from each other, a coffee table between the two. The far end of the room has a cobblestone fireplace with dark bookshelves against the wall, full and nearly sagging with various books. The walls are a deep burgundy colour and lined with the same dark wood as the shelves. 

Regulus is lounging on one of the couches already, draped in comfortable clothes and smiling up at James with a salacious, cocky grin. He hums, “Hi, Jamie.” 

James smiles at him gently, folding the cloak quickly over their arms and placing it, and the map, on the coffee table before going to crawl over their boyfriend. The two maneuver so that Regulus is lying mostly on his back, though he’s turned to the side just enough that he can hold his torso up with his elbow. James is laying on top of him, half on him and half on the couch, head resting on their boyfriend’s chest. 

“How have you been, my love?” James asks, curling their arms around Regulus’ waist. 

Regulus hums, watching them for a while, “Tired. Barty and Evan have been fighting again.”

“What are they fighting about?” 

“Oh some stupid bullshit. Barty was flirting with someone and Evan got jealous, Barty doesn’t know why Evan’s jealous so he’s such getting upset at Evan, which is making Evan more upset at Barty because he thinks he’s stupid,” Regulus recounts, his voice flat and tired, “I keep telling Evan to just fucking tell Barty that he’s tits over arse for him but he refuses.” 

“I’m sorry,” James hums, “I could do what I did with Sirius and Remus.” 

“I think they’d just fuck then deny that they have any romantic feelings for each other if we did that.” 

“I guess.” They smile, “Though you weren’t much better.”

“I beg your finest pardon, what does that mean?” Regulus scoffs. 

James closes their eyes and buries their face further into his chest, “How long were we shagging before you finally admitted that you might feel something for me and weren’t just using me to get off because I was convenient?” 

Regulus groans, and James can feel the way that he throws his head back, “Don’t remind me.” James just laughs.

[dandelionjack]

listening to minuet in hell. you guys weren’t lying when you said the audios were edgy. blimey what were they on in the wilderness years… charley keeps getting sexually harassed ???? there are mentions of orgies? lobotomies? devil worship? atrocious american accents? appreciate the antipsych message at hand but i’m not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be set in, why the brigadier is even there or, truth be told, what actually is going on. at all. which is fitting considering neither of the protagonists know who where or why they are (the usual) . sitting here meanwhile making earrings. The Horrors

[moonstruckme]

reader making a new friend (who is a male btw) and poly!marauders get jealous and snap at reader, for example saying, ‘go hang out with ____ ‘ and reader understands and reassures them that no such thing as reader leaving marauders would ever happen.

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 860 words

"There you are, angel!" James gushes as you walk in the door. "We've been waiting, where've you been?"

You stop short, caught offguard by the onslaught of attention as three pairs of eyes pin you in front of the door. Your boyfriends are all sitting at the table, untouched bowls of pasta in front of them and one by your empty chair.

"Sorry," you say slowly, easing your bag off your shoulder and taking off your shoes. "I didn't realize you were waiting. Liam wanted to show me some new music he's found, so I stayed late." You hustle to your chair, and James begins shoveling pasta into his mouth eagerly.

"Oh, Liam asked you to stay," Sirius says drily, stabbing at his bowl with a fork. "Awesome."

You frown. Liam started at your work a couple of months ago, and the two of you had hit it off immediately. He was funny, you liked a lot of the same things, and everyone who you'd introduced him to adored him. Everyone, except your boyfriends. "He didn't ask me to stay, I offered because I wanted to hear it. And I didn't ask you to wait up for me, either."

James swallows. "We tried to call you, and texted you a bunch," he says, and the quiet of his voice is so unlike him that your anxiety instantly heightens.

You whip out your phone, seeing missed calls and texts from each of the boys taking up the entire screen. You'd forgotten to turn the sound back on after your shift.

"I'm sorry," you say, putting it away, and you mean it, but none of the boys really seems to want to look at you.

And as quickly as your shame rose to the surface, indignation comes in to replace it. This is so unlike them. Sirius will occaisionally make a teasing comment about you leaving them for one of your celebrity crushes, but none of your boyfriends are truly the jealous type. You're in a polyamorous relationship, for Merlin's sake. This sort of possessiveness has never been part of the deal.

"What's your problem with him?" You stare them down in turn, and only Sirius is bold enough to meet your heated gaze.

"You're with him when you should be with us!" He snaps. "Just look at tonight—James made dinner, and where were you? With him! So why are you even here now? Let's just cut the bullshit, and you can go hang out with Liam."

James had...James never cooks. That always falls to you or Remus, but tonight...you look at the pasta, which you've yet to take a bite of, and you're hit with a guilt that feels like nausea. It's your favorite. James cooked it for you.

"You have been seeing a lot of him lately," Remus says quietly, and his tone is more controlled than Sirius', but you see the protective hand he sets on James' knee under the table. "And you talk about him all the time. Do you really not see why our minds would go there?"

"I didn't...you guys are serious about this?" Your voice wavers, and that gets them all to look at you. You see the truth of it in their faces, sullen and embarrassed and tense, as if apprehensive of what you'll do next. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way, I—fuck, Jamie, can I give you a hug?"

"Course," he says softly, and rush to him, pressing your face into his dark curls.

"Thank you for dinner, love," you say, feeling like your heart is breaking. "I didn't mean to be late, and I should have remembered to turn my phone back on, I'm so sorry. This is so lovely of you." You turn so you can see the other boys, still cradling James' head in one hand. "Liam and I are just friends, I promise. I didn't know...I thought it was just teasing, the way you talked about him. I didn't mean to let you worry. And I'm sorry if I've been blowing you off lately."

"It hasn't been that often, dove." Remus is the first to warm, looking at you kindly. "Just, could you let us know if you're going to be very late?"

You feel like your chest has hollowed out at the realization of how this has been weighing on them. "Yeah, of course." You release James to return to your seat, leaning over to press a kiss to Sirius' head as you pass him, and he rolls his eyes with a reluctance you suspect is mostly feigned by now. "You really think I could find someone better than you three? You're out of your minds," you quip, taking some pasta onto your fork and inhaling the aroma of the sauce appreciatively. You think you see James sit up a bit straighter with pride. "As if there's anyone who could give me more than what I already have. Honestly, I'm at full capacity, love-wise."

Sirius snorts, finally eating some of his own pasta. "I know. This apartment is hardly large enough for the four of us, where would Liam sleep?"

[nameless-jamie]

Hiiii, could we get PA story roommates trope but this time PA's flat gets flooded and Jamie tells her to stay at his place? Himbo behaviour ensues

Oh my God, They Were Roommates

Read AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES first!

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes, mentions of nudity

A/N: HIIII this is the last chapter before the big Climax of this story I hope you guys are as excited as me! (Please I hope someone gets the Vine reference of the title)

When Jamie walked into Nelson Road that morning, the last thing he expected to see was Y/N lugging a full suitcase through the entrance like she was moving in.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyebrows shooting up. “Uh… you plannin’ on goin’ somewhere? Or did I miss the part where you secretly play for Richmond now? You got an away match?”

Y/N let out a dramatic sigh and dropped her bag by the receptionist’s desk. “If only. Might be easier than dealing with this bullshit.”

Jamie stepped closer, crossing his arms. “What bullshit?”

She turned to face him, clearly exhausted. “My flat. It’s infested.”

Jamie wrinkled his nose. “Infested with what?”

“Bed bugs. Fucking bed bugs, Jamie.”

Jamie took an instinctive step back, eyeing her suspiciously. “You bring any of ‘em here? 'Cause I like you and all, but if you’ve just unleashed some tiny demons into my locker room—”

“No,” Y/N groaned. “I took all the necessary precautions. My clothes are sealed up, my bag’s been disinfected—I googled everything, alright?”

Jamie smirked. “Bet you made a whole checklist, didn’t ya?”

She shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

“So, where you stayin’ then?”

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. “I was gonna book a hotel for the week, but now I have to fight with my insurance company, and I really don’t wanna deal with that and overpriced room service at the same time.”

Jamie, already grinning, shrugged. “Easy. Stay with me.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Jamie.”

“What?”

“You’re not just saying that because you think it’ll be funny to mess with me for a whole week?”

Jamie gasped, feigning offense. “I am a gentleman. I am graciously offering my spare room—”

“You don’t have a spare room, Jamie.”

“Alright, fine, but I do have a couch.”

Y/N hesitated, glancing down at her bag. The truth was, she really didn’t want to deal with finding a hotel. And as much as Jamie was a menace, she knew he’d make things easier just by being himself.

She let out a slow breath. “Fine. But if you pull any shit—”

Jamie grinned. “I never pull shit.”

Y/N just scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Jamie, however, was already thinking about how fucking great this was going to be.

Y/N stood in Jamie’s living room later that day, arms crossed as she surveyed the situation.

“So, let me get this straight.” She turned to him. “Your actual guest room is now a home gym.”

Jamie nodded. “Yeah.”

“And your couch is… that?”

She pointed at the comically small loveseat in the corner. Jamie followed her gaze and shrugged. “Yeah, but it’s, like, a luxury loveseat.”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. “Jamie.”

“What?”

"Where is your big ass couch? The 10.000 pounds one?"

Jamie just shrugged his shoulders. "Had to put it in a storage unit, I wanted a pool table in my living room and it is so fuckin' big that only the small couch fits in 'ere now."

“I am not sleeping on that thing. Two people can barely sit on that!”

Jamie smirked. “Guess that means you’ll have to take my bed, then.”

She shot him a look. “Where will you sleep?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Dunno. Maybe with you?”

Y/N groaned, throwing a pillow at his face. “You are insufferable.”

Jamie, laughing, caught the pillow with ease. “Alright, alright. I’ll take the couch.”

Y/N exhaled, relieved. “Good. Thank you.”

Jamie let the moment settle before adding, “But if you change your mind—”

“Jamie.”

“Alright! Christ.” He held his hands up, laughing. “Go get settled, love.”

Y/N muttered something under her breath but disappeared into his bedroom, dragging her suitcase behind her.

Jamie, alone now, grinned to himself.

This was going to be the best fucking week of his life.

Y/N had known, logically, that staying with Jamie would be an experience. What she hadn’t expected was just how much of a menace he could be in his own home.

For example:

He never set an alarm. Instead, he relied on his "natural internal clock" (which clearly did not work), meaning Y/N had to wake him up for training every morning. Which she did anyway, but now she had to physically drag him out of bed.

He stole her coffee. Every. Single. Morning. Even when she explicitly told him not to.

He walked around shirtless all the time. And sure, okay, she had seen him shirtless before—football training and all that. But it was different when he was standing in the kitchen at 8 AM, stretching like a smug cat while waiting for the toaster. We are not talking about his bottomless sleeping behavior again...

And now, on day three of her stay, she had another new problem to deal with.

Jamie would not shut up about the sleeping arrangements.

Y/N had taken the bed the first night, and Jamie had pretended he was fine with it, but by morning, he was dramatically groaning about how his back was ruined from the tiny couch, dragging himself around the house like he’d been injured in battle.

“You literally run sprints for a living,” Y/N had pointed out over breakfast. “You’ll be fine.”

Jamie had just groaned louder.

But now, after three nights of suffering (his words, not hers), Jamie had resorted to full-on negotiation tactics.

“If I let you keep the bed, what do I get in return?” he asked that evening, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway of his bedroom.

Y/N, currently unpacking her pajamas from her suitcase, didn’t even look up. “The satisfaction of not being an asshole?”

Jamie huffed. “You could just share it with me, y’know.”

Y/N snorted. “Oh, sure. Because that’s a great idea.”

Jamie smirked. “What, scared you won’t be able to resist me?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Scared you’ll snore like a chainsaw.”

Jamie gasped, clutching his chest. “I do not snore.”

“Colin says you do.”

Jamie glared. “Colin’s a liar.”

Y/N laughed. “Look, if it makes you feel better, you can switch. I’ll take the couch tomorrow.”

Jamie perked up instantly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grinned. “Alright. Deal.”

Y/N should’ve been suspicious of how quickly he accepted that.

Y/N had severely underestimated how fucking tiny Jamie’s couch was.

She tossed. She turned. She curled up in a ball. Nothing helped.

The worst part? Jamie was thriving in his stupid bed, probably starfished across the mattress without a care in the world.

After another twenty minutes of trying—and failing—to get comfortable, Y/N gave up.

Dragging herself up, she stomped over to Jamie’s bedroom and pushed open the door.

Jamie, who was indeed starfished across the bed, blinked up at her.

Y/N sighed. “Move over.”

His lips twitched. “Oh? What’s this, then?”

She crossed her arms. “Your couch sucks.”

Jamie grinned. “I did say we should share.”

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. “Jamie.”

“Alright, alright. Get in, love.”

She hesitated for only a second before slipping under the covers, careful to keep a respectable distance between them.

Jamie, of course, was not that respectful.

Within minutes, he was shifting closer, throwing an arm over her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Y/N stiffened. “Jamie.”

“Mm?”

“Are you—” She exhaled. “Are you cuddling me right now?”

Jamie hummed sleepily. “S’just warmer like this.”

She should have shoved him off. She really should have.

But… the bed was warm. And Jamie was warm.

And maybe she didn’t mind as much as she thought she would.

Y/N and Jamie walked towards the exit of Nelson Road together that late afternoon, chatting and joking together.

"It's going to only take a few more days till the bugs are completely gone, and then I'll be finally back home," Y/N mumbled to him.

Jamie clutched his chest in fake heartbreak. “What, you don’t wanna live with me forever?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Absolutely not.”

Jamie tsked. “Shame. Thought we made a great team, what with our shared history of, y’know…” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Accidental kisses. Me walkin’ ‘round shirtless. You ogling me all day...”

Y/N groaned. “Shut up.”

Jamie just smirked, clearly delighted to have fresh material to torment her with.

“Oi!”

Something must have been off because Roy Kent immediately squinted at them from the locker room entrance.

“The fuck is goin’ on with you two? Leaving here together in one car, all happy and bubbly and shit.”

Jamie, ever the picture of innocence, shrugged. “Nothin’.”

Y/N, knowing Roy had bullshit radar, quickly said, “My flat’s infested. I’ve been staying at Jamie’s.”

Roy’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ve been what?”

Y/N sighed. “Not like that. Just for the week.”

Roy looked between them. “And you haven’t killed each other yet?”

Jamie grinned. “Nah. She likes me too much.”

Y/N groaned.

Roy crossed his arms. “There’s always a choice. And you chose this prick?”

Jamie gasped, full-on offended. “Oi, I am a delight to live with!”

Y/N scoffed. “Jamie, last time we lived together, you—”

She stopped herself just in time.

Roy’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Y/N pressed her lips together. Jamie smirked.

“Oh, nothin’,” he said, way too smug. “Just that she’s seen me naked.”

Roy froze.

Y/N froze.

Jamie just grinned like the shit-stirring bastard he was.

Roy closed his eyes. Took a very deep breath. Then muttered, “Not my problem,” and walked away.

Jamie laughed.

Y/N punched his arm.

Jamie just winked and leaned over to whisper in Y/N’s ear. “Y’know, if Roy finds out we’re sharing a bed, he might actually murder me. He sees you like a daughter or some shit.”

“Shut up.” Y/N elbowed him. “You are the worst,”

He just smirked. “C’mon, love. Let’s go home.”

[archangeldyke-all]

thoughts and opinions on ceo sev falling asleep at her desk??

bonus if you’re not the first one to find her, but someone else comes and finds you like “uhh, your wife… i— you should go check on her…”

PLEASE i loveher

men and minors dni

with the year wrapping up, it's time for sevika to give out her yearly performance reviews.

this means she's been holed up in your shared office all day, your co-workers trailing in one by one, only to leave about fifteen minutes later with various levels of disappointment etched into their faces.

sevika's warmed up a bit in her time as ceo-- and she's got a handful of colleagues she's even fond of. but if there's one thing your wife is good at, it's being an intimidating boss.

with your desk occupied by your co-workers all day, sevika's given you the day off.

she's been texting you steadily all day, keeping you company at home as she gets through her meetings. mostly just bullshit.

just did nick's review. he almost cried when i called him out on the way he talks to his lady clients.

what are u wearing? 👀

are we doing leftovers for dinner or do u want me to grab take out on the way home?

but now it's nearing five, and you haven't heard from your wife in an hour.

you shoot her a text.

'you headed home soon, love?'

you wait thirty minutes... nothing.

she could be in a long meeting. her last review of the day is seamus, but jamie was scheduled before him, and jamie loves to gab. it's not unlikely that jamie's put sevika and seamus' schedules behind with stories about his ever growing pack of wiener dogs.

when six rolls around and you still haven't heard from her, you decide to give her a call.

after a minute of ringing, the call goes to voicemail.

you aren't worried. someone at work would've called you if sevika was injured, or her car broke down, or her phone died, or something. you're just... confused.

on the rare days that you aren't coming home from work together, sevika calls you on her drive home to chat.

at six thirty, you get a call from seamus.

"hello?" you ask.

"hey..." he says hesitantly, like he's waiting for you to speak.

"...seamus, you called me, dude." you remind your friend. he chuckles a bit, then speaks.

"i don't exactly know how to say this... but you need to come back to the office to wake your wife up." he says, his voice in a whisper.

you blink. "what?" you ask.

seamus giggles and your phone buzzes. "check your phone."

you pull your phone away from your ear long enough to open the message you'd just received, cackling when you open the picture.

sevika's fallen asleep at her desk, her face smashed against her keyboard, a few papers still gripped in her hands as she snores away.

"how long has she been sleeping!?" you ask, pulling the phone back to your ear as you start to get your shoes on.

"i have no fucking idea-- i knew she had jabby jamie before me, so i just kept waiting and waiting for her to call me in for my meeting, but after an hour i decided to peek in and..."

"this is so stupid." you giggle as you pull on your coat. "just, like, cough loudly or something!" you suggest, even though you're already halfway to the car, ready to drive halfway across town just to wake your wife up from a nap.

"she's sleeping so peacefully, though!" seamus complains. "and i know she's your 'sevi-bear' or whatever-- but she's my scary-ass boss! i'm not wakin' her up, especially not before my performance review!"

"oh shut up, you know you're her favorite."

"you're her favorite. i'm her weed guy."

you snort. "i'll be there in ten minutes."

"i'll be here." seamus replies with a smile in his voice.

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[uluvjay]

Fall in love with you- T. Zegras

Trevor Zegras x Best friend! Reader (feat. Quinn Hughes)

Summary: you knew Better than to fall in love with Trevor

Warnings?; angst, self-doubt, crying, asshole Trevor, cursing, Quinn comes to the rescue, this is extremely old and hardly proofread so I apologize for any errors!

Next part

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You were Trevor’s best friend, your moms were best friends in collage leading to the life long friendship of you two.

You two had always been close even when he moved to Michigan for hockey you never drifted. He begged you to come to Boston with him for collage even though he only stayed a year and your had gotten into your dream school.

It was Trevor how could you say no?

That was a problem of yours never being able to tell him no. He wanted to go to a party even though you hated them? You went, wanted you to stay up late with him despite you having a big test the next day? You did it.

You always blamed it on the fact he was your best friend but everyone besides Trevor knew you were lying, they could all see how in love you were with him they just never brought it up.

The first person to call you out on those feelings was Quinn Hughes. Trevor had invited you to the Hughes lake house two summers ago where he constantly left you and was hardly even home most nights, usually with some random girl he met that day.

There had been an argument between you and Trevor, you blew up on him after he came home from another one night stand telling him if you knew you would be spending more time with the Hughes family and their other friends then him you wouldn’t have come in the first place.

He got offended saying he was allowed to have fun to even though that had nothing to do with what you were saying, after he stormed out of the room you were staying in you made the impulse decision to book a flight back to New York, and get the hell out of there but Quinn had caught you packing.

—-

“Hey you okay we heard you two yell- woah what’re you packing for?” He asked stopping himself mid sentence

“Im going home Quinn, thank you for opening your home to me I really appreciate it and you guys have all been so nice spending time with me while Trevor’s off with random girls every night”

“Wait, why are you leaving though? Did Trevor say something? I’ll go kick his ass right now if he hurt your feelings”

“No he didn’t I-I just can’t do this anymore, he begged me to come and of course I said yes like always just for him to pretty much say fuck me and leave me to be with some random girls who probably took pictures of him sleeping so they can post them an-“

“Your in love with him” he said cutting you off

“What? No Quinn, I’m not” you replied with a defensive laugh

“Don’t lie to me”

“Quinn I’m not”

“Cut the bullshit” he told you more stern shutting the door

“I’m not lying”

“Yes you are, I see the way you look at your phone when he lets you know he won’t be coming back, how you stare at the marks on his neck and back, how you stare daggers into all the girls that talk to him, the way your face lights up when he walks into a room, your in love”

“He can’t know Quinn, it’ll ruin everything” you told him looking down at your hands

“Hey, your secrets safe with me, but you can’t do this to yourself forever kid”

And that’s how You and Quinn also became best friends

—-

Fast forward two years and here you are back at the same Lake house in the same predicament. However over last summer you became good friends with most of the guys including Jamie and Mason who came with from Anaheim.

You Graduated from collage in May and got your degree in interior design, tonight Quinn and Jack were hosting you a small graduation dinner as they wasn’t able to attend your graduation along with some of the other guys.

You were standing in the Kitchen with Cole, Quinn, Jack, Trevor and Jamie who had all just come back from a workout.

“So Y/n you gonna come to Montreal and help me make my house look nice? I need some help decorating my shelves they don’t look good” Cole asked

“You can reach your shelves?” Jack asked causing everyone to laugh

“Shut up asshole” Cole replied

“Yeah Coley I’ll come help but I won’t be needing your stepladder I should be good” you said adding in to the joking

“You know what fuck all of you” he said walking off laughing

“Love you!” You called out laughing as well

“When he murders us all in our sleep I won’t be surprised” Quinn said causing everyone to let out light giggles

“Y/n what color you wearing tonight? I don’t wanna clash” Jack asked you

“You act like you won’t be wearing shorts and a random shirt ” you replied “but probably this white dress I bought a little while ago, I’m finally tan enough to wear it”

“You can’t wear white, the girl I invited is” Trevor blurted out looking at his phone

“Dude what the hell? I told you this was a lake house thing only, only the people staying here are allowed at the dinner, no extra invites” Quinn said getting a little pissed

“Aren’t your parents coming? Along with Luke, some of his friends, and y/n’s one friend? Why can’t my friend come”

“That’s our Family Z, they have a relationship with y/n and she knows Luke’s friends from them hanging around they’re like all madly in love with her” Jack said joining in

“Y/n’s fine with it right?” He said giving you the look he always did when he wanted something from you

“I’m not paying, it’s up to Quinn and Jack they organized the dinner” you said looking away

“Yeah so she’s not coming and if she for some reason does show up, she better not be in white, it’s Y/n’s night” Quinn said ending the conversation and walking out everyone else following besides you and Trevor.

“What the hell was that?” Trevor scoffed

“What?”

“You totally taking Quinn’s side!? Are you in a mood with me or something? Why can’t my friend come”

“Because I’m not paying Z, it’s not something i organized Quinn and Jack did, if I had it up to me we’d being having pizza and sitting around a fire not going to a fancy restaurant.” you told him growing a bit annoyed.

“Whatever” he mumbled stomping off.

—

Four hours later everyone was in a private room at some fancy restaurant in Michigan, in all it had ended up being You, The Hughes family, Cole, Mason, Jamie, Trevor, Dylan and Luca.

Trevor hadn’t spoken to you since earlier in the kitchen and hadn’t gotten off his phone since you guys had gotten to the restaurant.

Jamie and Mason had both said something to him multiple times but it just ended with Trevor giving both of them attitude.

You were talking with Ellen about the new things she had planted in their home garden when Trevor stood up and pocketed his phone walking out of the private room.

“Okay can I ask what the hell his problem is?” Ellen had asked loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I didn’t let him invite one of his little hookups and he got mad because Y/n took my side instead of giving in” Quinn explained.

“He hasn’t said a word to me since like noon either” Jack added.

“Okay this isn’t about him and let’s not make it about him, tonight is about Y/n and her achievements” Jim said shutting everyone up just in time as the food was being served.

Ten minutes later the door opened back up and in walked Trevor with a blonde girl.

You froze, was he serious right now? For one night he couldn’t listen and not go off and do what he wanted. You looked around and seen Jamie and Cole both rubbing their foreheads and looked next to you at Quinn who had his head titled back, then to your right to your best friend who looked like she was about to murder both Trevor and the blonde girl.

You returned to eating until you heard someone scoff and a chair scoot out, as you looked up you seen Jamie pulling Trevor out the room, leaving the girl in the room.

“And you are?” Ellen asked causing Luke and Jack to both let out slight laughs at how straightforward their mom was.

“Emma” she replied

“Mm” was all Ellen replied, she also knew about your feelings for Trevor

The door opened back up and in walked a pissed off Jamie which was a rare sight to see, and an annoyed Trevor.

“Everyone this is my girlfriend Emma” he announced and it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop as everyone looked from them to you.

Did everyone know about your feelings? Were you truly that noticeable when it came to how you acted around Trevor?

“Since when?” Mason asked

“Three months” Emma answered

Everyone just stayed quite, the tension could be cut with a knife and the amount of awkwardness was uncomfortable.

“I think it’s time to head home” you whispered in Quinn’s ear

“Yeah, I’ll go grab the check” he said getting up and walking out

“Where’s he going?” Trevor asked

“To get the Check” you replied

“Already? Is that what you whispered in his ear about? I’m not ready to leave you can’t just decide when we all leave Y/n”

“Well I’m ready to head home Trevor and it was my graduation dinner but you of course found a way to make the night about you” you snapped standing up and leaving.

—

Once everyone got home you went straight to your room and got changed into comfortable clothes, went down stairs, made a drink and went outback.

You were feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, you loved Trevor and he constantly hurt you but honestly it was your fault, you were the one that never told him how you feel how’s he supposed to know you wanna be the one in his bed every night?

You were also angry at him, how dare he pull the shit he did tonight at your graduation dinner of all things. You celebrated multiple achievements of his with him and never once made it about you, it just wasn’t fair.

You didn’t even realize someone had come outside or that you were crying until you heard someone ask you something.

“Huh?” You asked as you came back to your surroundings to see Jack sitting next to you.

“I asked why your crying”

“Oh it’s nothing” you rushed out wiping your tears

“Non of that Bullshit what’s up” he asked

“I love Trevor, no I’m in love with him, have been since I was 17”

“I know” he replied nonchalantly

“What?!”

“It’s not hard to notice y/n, your pretty bad at hiding it” he said with a laugh

“You don’t think he noticed do you..”

“No he’s to stupid” he told you laughing again

“Good, I just don’t know what I’d do if he found out I was in love with him, we’ve been best friends since we were born it would ruin everything.”

“You’re in love with me?” You heard the person that shouldn’t be asking that question ask it.

“Shit” you mumbled closing your eyes

“I’m gonna head back inside” Jack said getting up and patting your shoulder

“I asked you a question Y/n, please tell me you’re talking about someone else you’ve been friends with since kids.”Trevor said

“No it’s you, I love you” you said in a low voice

“What the Fuck” he said with a laugh

“I know, I know I’m sorr-“

“Sorry doesn’t cut it Y/n! Do you know what this is going to change? Everything! Our whole lives, every moment we’ve ever shared, it’s all different now”

“I know that’s why I never said anything, I knew you wouldn’t feel the same” you mumbled

“Damn right I don’t feel that way”

“Can you not be rude right now?, you listened in on a conversation you had no business hearing and now you know information that just ruined our friendship, I don’t need you being an ass”

“Why? Why me y/n?”

“I don’t know Trevor! I ask myself that every single day, why you, why my best friend? And I don’t have an answer ” you told him.

“You should have known better”

“It not like I wanted to fall for you Trevor, it’s not like I hoped and wished that I’d fall in love with you and ruin a 22 year long friendship.”

“We need space, I need space y/n I don’t know how to feel about this.” he told you

“I’ll find the next flight to New York tomorrow and be gone” you told him walking past him and into the house.

—

As you were laying in bed you heard someone knock on your door, “come in” you said with a hoarse voice from crying

“Hey I just wanted to check in, Jack told me what happened” Quinn said walking in

“It was so bad Quinny” you said breaking down again.

“No, don’t cry, it’ll be okay y/n” he said sitting next to you and rubbing your back

“I’m leaving tomorrow” you told him

“Why?”

“He said he wants space so I’m gonna go home, I think it’s for the better you know getting away from him”

“Don’t go home, let’s go somewhere”

“Where?” You asked with curiosity

“A beach?”

“That sounds nice”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” you said looking up at him with a smile

—-

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Fake Plastic Trees | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader | A doctorbitchcrxft Original

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: everybody's mental health is in the shitter, drug use, simp behavior, mentions of overdose

Word Count: 1273

A/N: A special little surprise!!! As you may have seen while I was losing my mind posting about this Radiohead song, Dean and Y/N's current relationship state reminds me so much of it. I highlyyy recommend listening while you read! I hope you enjoy!!!

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Smoke passed through your lips as you blew out a shuddering breath. The night air was warmer than you’d come to expect from a midwestern night. Still, the metal of the Impala’s trunk was cooling the undersides of your thighs while you sat on it wrapped in Dean’s black hoodie. It was a wonder you’d even been able to find as much weed as you’d been smoking recently; many of your old contacts in different states had been arrested for possession or died from using harder drugs. The marijuana soothed you, and you’d occasionally use cigarettes to bridge the gap between smoking or drinking yourself into oblivion. 

You were just tired. You didn’t know how to explain it; it was a fatigue you’d never known before. Taking care of yourself felt like a chore, but you forced yourself to do it anyway. 

Everything just felt so… futile. The gentle rustling of tree leaves across the parking lot felt forced; as if the universe was trying to lull you into believing all was well. However, time and time again, the angels were showing you every person was just a pawn on a chess board. Everything everyone valued— wealth, brand names, appearances, security, safety, friends, family— it all seemed so inconsequential; a drop in the ocean of time. Nothing was in your control, and maybe that was why people resorted to being materialistic: to prevent themselves from going insane thinking of all the ways they didn’t matter. 

“You okay?” a deep voice rumbled from behind you.

You jumped instantly, pressing a hand to your chest when you realized it was just Dean. “Jesus, dude,” you breathed out. “You scared me.”

He chuckled. “Sorry.” Dean gestured to the joint still burning between your fingers. 

You passed it to him, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed something. You grabbed his other hand while he took a puff from the joint and examined his fingers closely. “Your fingers are different,” you said finally.

Dean gave you a quizzical look before he realized what you meant. “Oh, yeah,” he replied, sitting next to you on the Impala’s trunk.

Then, you noticed his chin, cupping it and tilting his chin toward you. “Your scar’s gone, too.”

“I know,” he said, smirking a little, “no more broken fingers, no more scars; nothing. It was all gone when I popped up out the box.”

You nodded in understanding, pausing for a moment to think. “Does that mean you were re-hymenated?” you wondered aloud.

Dean shoved your shoulder lightly, and you giggled. “That’s what I was tryna tell Sam! He said no, though.”

Then, a weight settled back on your shoulders. “And you lost it to Jamie,” you sighed under your breath.

The man deflated. “I’m sorry,” he said finally.

When you looked over to him, you gestured for the joint that was almost fully smoked. “ ‘S nothing,” you said while you took it back.

“Bullshit,” he replied.

You closed your eyes. “Dean, it’s okay. Bigger fish.” You flicked the remaining filter away from you and watched as it burnt out completely on the pavement. 

The two of you sat in silence for a while; both feeling the weight of the world settling in. 

“I’m tired, Dean,” you muttered, still staring out at the parking lot.

“Maybe we should head inside, then—”

“No,” you said, grabbing his hand and stopping him from getting off the trunk. “I’m tired.”

Dean settled back onto the trunk and nodded. “I know,” he replied. “I am, too.”

You looked up at him with sad eyes. “How do we fix this, man? How do we fix us?”

He looked right back at you with eyes seeming to pierce through to your soul. “I don’t know,” he replied earnestly. “I really don’t.”

“I thought about what you said a few weeks ago,” you told him, “about missing who we used to be.”

Dean looked like he was going to say something, but you cut him off. 

“And I know you barely recognize me anymore. I’m still learning how to recognize you; if I’m honest.”

Your best friend just stared through you while you spoke despite the fact that you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. 

“Do you think, maybe…” you trailed off, swallowing a burning feeling in your throat, “maybe you’ll never look at me the same again?”

Dean grabbed your hand. “I don’t even wanna go there, (Y/N), look at me.” 

You did.

“You still look like you. You still taste like you. That’s all that matters,” he replied. Dean rubbed his thumb over yours while the two of you sat next to each other in silence. 

Then, he asked, “What do you mean about ‘recognizing me’?” 

“It’s kinda like what you said,” you replied, “you still taste like you, you still look like you, but it’s different. We changed so much since the last time I saw you. And, like, during that time, we didn’t get to grow together if that makes sense.”

“I guess it does,” Dean sighed. 

“What’s that about?” you asked, looking him over. He looked up at you. “What?”

“That sigh,” you responded. “Sighing’s my thing. You’re more of a huffer.”

He chuckled. “It’s jus’ a lot to take in, y’know?”

“Trust me, I do.”

The parking lot went silent again. The wind taunted you once more by blowing tendrils of your hair just enough to kiss your cheeks. It felt like mockery; given no real comfort could be provided to you. 

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the gentle way Dean said your name, and you turned your head toward him.

“I don’t think I can be who you need right now.”

The glowing feeling inside your chest dissipated as quickly as it came. “I know,” you replied, looking down at your shoes.

“You do?” He looked over at you; genuine shock on his face.

“Just like I can’t be who you need, either,” you said evenly. “But I don’t need you to be perfect for me. I don’t expect you to fix me. I just want you.”

“(Y/N)—” Dean cut himself off, tears welling in his eyes, “I can’t be the guy I was before— before I—”

“Dee,” you tried to assure him as you grabbed his hand. “Listen to me.” You put your hand on the side of his cheek to guide his eyes to yours. A small wet spot formed on your skin where Dean’s tear had fallen, and you brushed your thumb across his cheek. “I don’t want you to be the guy you were before. I don’t need him. I need you exactly as you are today. Okay?”

He nodded. 

“The version of you that existed a year ago couldn’t help the me I am now,” you explained. “And I know what you’ll say— that this is the sappiest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever heard in your life— but it’s the truth; something keeps pulling us together. Something is always pulling us together. I mean, with as often as I’ve run off, somehow we always end up right back here.” You took a deep breath. “All that to say, you, Dean Winchester, are the only thing I need right now.”

Dean sniffled, a slight smirk forming on his face as he reached up to grab your hand off his cheek. “You were right,” he said. “That was the sappiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully with your free hand. “Asshole.”

A chuckle rumbled deep in Dean's chest. “But you love me.”

You smiled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. “Yeah, I do.”

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let the plot bunnies run wild babes

"Eat, guys," you tell them. "I'm just going to change real quick."

"You don't have to-" Vanessa started to protest but you wave off her concerns.

"I like this shirt and I wanna get it in cold water anyway." You answer shrugging. "Eat," you press, "Christ I'm not dying and I refuse to have people go hungry after I cooked all day." You start towards the bedroom and call over your shoulder, "Logan, help yourself to the beer in the fridge. I'd tell Wade to get it but he's shit with bottle openers."

"I have delicate hands," Wade protested.

Logan rolled his eyes but took you up on the offer. It felt weird eating food you cooked while you weren't sitting there. Even if you clearly didn't mind. And it gave him a chance to see more of your space without being weird.

Younger than Wade but more mature somehow. Wade wasn't a slob exactly. But it was clear you were more settled. You wanted stability. Your kitchen wasn't large but you made do and made the most of the space. Photos on the fridge. You with friends. With your brother. Some pretty old. Wade had you on his shoulders in one. You would have been maybe 6 or 7 and you look sick. But at least for then you're beaming. Another is a birthday, Logan assumes. Wade's. You're on one side and Vanessa is on the other kissing his cheeks. You're older. Grown. The childish roundness is gone from your features but there's still puppy fat- you haven't quite grown into yourself yet.

Friends. Parents. Trigger. Wade. All there. But no boyfriends? He heard Vanessa ask about a date but Wade's yammering drowned out your answer. Weird that there wasn't one. You're a cute kid.

He shook his head and grabbed a beer popping the top and putting it in the cup marked "tops only" on the counter that had pop tabs and bottle caps in it. And went back to his seat, relieved when you walked out of the bedroom.

"Much better now that I don't feel like a horror movie extra," you declare, taking a seat.

"Extra?" Wade scoffed. "Butterbean, you're final girl material."

"If I didn't trip and bleed out on a curb first," you muse. "Also I'm not funny and I don't think my boobs are big enough to-"

"Jamie Lee Curtis made it work," Vanessa pointed out.

"Who?" Logan asked.

"You're not the worst Logan, you're just from the worst timeline," you tell him. "Who was in your Halloween movies?"

"In what?"

You blink at him, "Logan, I- I'm stunned. Halloween is only one of the BEST horror movies of all time."

"Bullshit," Wade said.

"Fuck you," you snort, "You think the Warrens actually fought a Ragedy Ann doll."

Logan caught Vanessa's eye when she raised her glass in mock toast with a wink and dug into her own plate and snorted. Taking advantage of the bickering to eat. And he thought, for just a second, that it might kill him. It took actual effort to stifle a moan.

How Wade could talk between bites was baffling. Logan could tell everything was made from scratch- even the noodles. And he couldn't remember the last time he'd had something like that.

Even more impressive was how you managed to argue with your brother and keep plates and glasses full- and keep him from feeling excluded. Even if he never spoke. Your body was never fully angled away and you glanced towards him, unobtrusively fussing. Hostessing properly, he supposed.

"I guess," he said, clearing his throat as he helped you clear plates to make room for the dessert and coffee, "I can stop stabbing Wade in the head."

"I appreciate it," you tell him, smiling a little as you take the plates from his hands.