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daydreaming-nerd · 7 months ago

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Young Love and Old Money (Cassian x Female! Reader) Part 10

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AN: You guys I'm sorry this took a while. I really put a lot into this so I hope the wait was worth it. ALSO The Tortured Poets Department just came out!!! which means my creative juices are flowing, because nothing gets me thinking like Hans Zimmer and Taylor Swift. Already thinking of some Azriel angst for The Black Dog. ALSO this fic has a a cinematic playlist that goes with it? I can post it if that's something you guys are interested in.

Summary: She was the most beautiful woman in Prythian, sister to the High Lord of Night, and now she is the soon-to-be wife of Eris Vanserra. Despite her many titles and her aura of unattainability, Cassian can't help but fall deeply in love with the princess of the Night Court. But will it be enough to stop her impending wedding to a man who is sure to destroy her from the inside out?

Warnings: Sexism, heavy angst, descriptions of character injuries, reader got the Mor treatment, last lil bit of angst guys you'll like the end.

Word Count: 5,103

Third Person pov:

Cassian stared at the other side of his bed. The one that suddenly felt so large now. He skipped training that morning, skipped breakfast too. Instead he twirled a small brass ring between his fingers. His mother’s ring to be exact. The last thing he had of hers, given to him by the female that told him where her body was dumped.

He had wanted to give it to her, his mate. Longed to see it on her dainty hand. He laughed when he thought about it in comparison to the ring Eris gave her. He remembered the sight of it as she pulled it out after the night he first made love to her. The thing was huge, when he held her hand yesterday he could practically feel the weight of it. The idea of putting a busted up old brass ring on that finger made his heartbreak. He wanted to give her so much more.

At least, he thought, if she’s married to Eris she will be able to have nothing but the finest things.

He tried to make that a consolation for him. But he knew that even a gilded cage was a cage.

It wasn’t until midday when pain exploded through his gut, white hot and unyielding. He sat up abruptly, clutching his heart as he reached down the bound searching for her. Gasped as he realized that golden rope unwinding slowly but surely. He looked deeper, allowing himself to feel whatever she felt. His body temperature dropped as the pain in his gut worsened, and then as if the string was cleaved by a sword he felt nothing at all. A stone wall had dropped over the bond.

No, no, no, no.

He shot from his bed, ripping on whatever leathers he could find on the ground of his bedroom. Banishment be damned, he wouldn't let her die.

Azriel sat on the couch nursing a hangover as Cassian bursted into the room, he tossed him a spare dagger.

“Get up somethings wrong with y/n,” Cassain ordered the voice of a general making itself known as he laced up his boots.

Azriel didn’t object, didn’t even whine or moan from his aching head as he got up to join his brother. The shadowsinger had always been the calmest of the three, always the most collected. But he had never seen his brother so scared before, and that cool veil of calm that he always kept so wholly intact started to slip.

It was a short flight to the townhouse and as Cassian landed at the front steps he started to realize the weight of what was about to happen. He had no time to prepare himself for how he would tell his High Lord, his best friend, and his brother in arms about the secret relationship he had been having with his precious little sister. And y/n was precious to Rhys, always had been, even if the trauma they both endured under the mountain had driven a wedge between them.

Cassian reached through the bond and felt nothing still. He lost all hesitation and nearly blew off the doors to Rhysand’s study.

Rhysand’s head flew up, and assessed whatever threat would lie before him. His eyes soften when he found his best friend standing in the doorway, but hardened again once he saw the sheer panic in his eyes.

“y/n is in trouble we have to find her,” Cassian ordered, leaving no room for argument.

“What do you mean y/n is in trouble?” Rhysand stood to brace his hands against his desk. “If she’s having a problem her husband can help her Cassian.”

“And what if her husband is the reason she’s in trouble? I came to you for help, but if you won’t offer it I’ll take Azriel and I’ll find her myself.” Cassian growled, a male beyond feral.

Azriel looked between the general and the High Lord, the stare down between the two so cold, so unyielding that it would go down in history. Rhysand’s violet eyes burned into Cassian’s, looking for the untold truth Cassian was keeping from him. When he didn’t find it, power filled the room as Rhys looked into Cassian’s mind.

“Stay out of my head Rhys!” Cassain grumbled, shaking his head as if those dark talons had already pried into his memories.

It was too late, and Rhysand’s eyes filled with an anger Cassian had never seen as he winnowed over to where he stood and slammed him against the wall.

“YOU SLEPT WITH MY LITTLE SISTER?!” Rhysand bellowed in his face.

Cassian had never been afraid of the High Lord of Night. Not when he showed up at Windhaven with his brand new training clothes, not when he saw him wipe whole infantries off the face of the earth with the flick of his wrist. The common denominator was that he was never on the receiving end of Rhysand’s rage. But now he had a not so friendly reminder that he was the most powerful High Lord to ever grace Prythian, and Cassian was scared.

“Let me explain,” Cassian choked out, the raw power spilling off Rhysand stifling his ability to even breathe.

“Rhys,” Azriel warned, that cool calm coming back to him as he watched his brothers at eachothers throats.

Rhys’ head whipped around to Azriel, “You knew?” he seethed.

The spymaster didn’t dare speak, he simply took a step back raising his hands in surrender.

“She’s my mate Rhys,” Cassian ground out.

Rhys’ eyes met Cassain’s, and saw the pleading in them. The kind that could only be found in a male who’s mate was in danger. He had seen it before, when Kallias talked about Viviane, even before he knew she was his mate.

Rhys released his hold on Cassian and the general's boots hit the floor with a thud as he started to collect himself.

“She’s dying Rhys’ I can feel it. She was so cold and then there was just nothing. Please we have to find her.” Cassain pleaded.

The High Lord seemed to be inside his own head, sorting through all the information he had been given in the last couple of minutes. This was more than just saving his sister, it was saving his best friend’s mate. Losing one would be like losing both, Cassian could never recover from such a loss.

“If you felt cold she’s most likely in the Winter Court. You and Azriel take the border of Autumn and Winter, I’ll go speak to Kallias and Viviane and see what they know.” Rhysand ordered in a way that was more High Lordly than his brothers had ever heard.

y/n’s pov:

It had been at least an hour, I had deciphered. The cold winter winds whipping around me as my body became so cold the snow started to bury me.

I thought about grabbing the dagger just inches away from my frozen hand and plunging it through my heart, but when I tried to reach for it the pain that radiated through my side was too great.

So I kept pulling on that bond, the rope that had turned to a thread. It felt like it was tied to a boulder, as every time I pulled it I found the otherside dead. The effects of the bloodbane taking away my ability to feel Cassian and my ability to heal.

As I lay there, my legs becoming heavy as they become covered in a thin layer of frost and my blood spilling out onto the snow, I thought of one thing.

It was all for nothing.

Cassian’s pov:

The blizzard that had waged war on my wings yesterday was even stronger today. Thankfully Azriel was able to winnow the two of us to the border with ease. If y/n had truly been left out here then there was no time to waste. The snow and wind was so thick I could hardly see the ground below us. I prayed to the mother that she was with Kallias and Viviane, warm, safe and alright. Because if I found her out here it would be a miracle to find her alive.

I flew as fast as possible, fighting against the gusts of wind. Azriel was farther behind me, no doubt running his eyes over every place I might’ve missed in my panic. If she was out here she wouldn't be hard to find, for on the border there was nothing but bare land. No trees, and no bushes or rocks. If the snow hadn’t buried her she would stand out like a sore thumb.

She can’t be gone.

I was beginning to lose hope, nearing the end of the border when Rhys spoke into my mind.

Kallias and Viviane have not seen her, they’re sending out search parties as we speak.

My fears only heightened at Rhys’ status report, she was out here somewhere and I was most likely already too late.

No she’s not gone.

I told myself as I tugged on the bond one more time to see if there was still that concrete wall there and to my surprise I found a faint hum. The rope between us torn to shreds, I almost felt like if I tugged on it one more time it might disintegrate.

“I can feel her!” I shout to Azriel over the wind. He shields his eyes from the wind to give me a nod, as he continues to search for her.

My eyes scan the vast expanse of white below me until I see a small crumpled form, lying in the snow.

No.

I don’t think for another moment before tucking in my wings and diving straight for it. As I slam into the icy ground. I rush over to the heap on the ground and my worst fears are confirmed.

There lies y/n with her back facing me, nothing covering her but a silk robe. Her body littered in bruises and blood pooling all around her. I fall to my knees before her, ignoring the bite of the snow. I pick her up and turn her carefully in my arms. The frost that covers her cheeks isn’t the worst of my concerns as my eyes fall to her stomach. There, nailed to her womb is a note that reads…

‘WHORE’

I feel a liquid coating my hand and I hold it up to find blood. I spy a bloodblane laced dagger lying in the snow just a foot away. I reach down inside for the bond but I feel it disintegrating before my very eyes.

“No, no, no Princess wake up!” I cry moving the hair from her frozen face.

She doesn’t move.

“Please wake up y/n!” I scream, my tears falling on her face as I try to shake her awake. “COME ON!” I growl.

A shadow slams into the earth behind me and I feel Az’s presence behind me falling to hitting his knees next to mine. I don’t try to read his face, if he looks at her like she’s dead I don’t know what I’ll do. Instead I focus all my efforts on trying to get those frozen eyelashes to open up for me.

“Come on baby come back to me,” I grit, pressing a kiss to her forehead. My lips bite at the coldness there.

“Cass I told Rhys, he’s already home,” Azriel reported, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Give her here,” he began reaching for her.

“No, don't touch her,” I growled, holding her closer to my chest.

“I can winnow her back faster than you can fly her. You need to trust me Cass or she’s not going to make it,” he pleaded calmly.

I sigh knowing that my brother is right and that my territorial male bullshit would only kill her. I reluctantly give her to Azriel and it isn’t until he stands with her that I realize how small she looks in his arms. How breakable, and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again.

“Save her Az, please,” I beg, still on my knees.

“Hang tight Cass I’ll be right back,” he says winnowing away.

I’m left with the aftermath, and the roaring wind that’s practically white noise by now. In front of me is the imprint her body left in the snow and ice, as well as crimson colored snow. The knife that lay just a foot away identical to the one that was jabbed into my side just yesterday. I nearly threw up at the idea that she had felt that white hot pain of bloodbane making its way through her blood.

A few minutes later Az winnowed back and took me with him to the townhouse. We landed in the foyer, and I didn’t hesitate to bound up the steps towards her own room. The door was flung open and Rhysand was already pacing watching Madja do her best work.

“Is she going to be okay?” I ask, unable to rip my eyes away from her too still form lying on the bed. Her hair is still frozen, lips still blue.

“We don’t know yet,” Rhys answers in a tone so somber it pulls my attention. His eyes are just as bloodshot as mine and his hair is sticking up all over the place like he had been running his hands through it too much.

As Majda stitches her wounds and assesses every inch of her, I find myself peeling off some of my leathers. The place was practically a sauna with a roaring fire heating the room and the bedpans littered about her bed. Even Rhys had a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. It was the only thing that could be done, to warm her up.

I stared at my mate's unconscious body, and prayed to the Mother that she wouldn’t take her away. Even half frozen, battered and bruised, she was still so beautiful, still the Jewel. Still my princess who I had fallen for all those years ago.

Please Mother, please don’t take her.

If anything, just let me see her one last time. See her beautiful eyes and kiss her lips. Allow me to hold my mate one last time while her heart is still beating.

As Madja worked her hands up and down her body she didn’t say a word, didn’t even breathe loudly, as if she was listening for something. Her behavior affected us all, as we stayed completely silent, the only sounds in the room coming from the crackling fire.

So when her shoulders slumped and she sighed, the breath echoed throughout the room. My stomach sank as she turned to us with a somber face.

“Before she was left out there she was taken by force, that’s where the bruises are from. The wound to the right side was caused by a dagger laced in bloodbane, she was practically mortal when he left her in the snow. And the wound to her lower abdomen? It hit her womb, if she ever wakes up she may never be able to have children,” Madja says sadly.

“If she wakes up?” I ask quietly, praying I heard wrong.

Her eyes meet mine and then Rhysand’s, “We’re losing her.” she begins and I swear I feel my knees about to give out. “I can’t access her thoughts or her emotions, but given what she’s been through, it seems she’s lost the will to live.”

That was it.

I take the two steps to the edge of her bed and my knees hit the ground as I begin to weep. I slide my hand under the piles of blankets, careful not to disturb them, and take her hand in mine. Gods it’s so cold. She had always had cold hands, she used to put them under my shirt to warm them up. But this was different, her hands were like ice. She didn’t even feel like her.

“Maybe if I can look into her mind?” Rhys breathed, the angst ridden in his voice.

“You are welcome to try my Lord,” Madja said solemnly, like whatever he found wouldn’t be of any use anyways.

I hear Rhys' footsteps walk around to the other side of the bed and kneel. He places a hand over her head, his palm twitching from the sudden cold that was there. I watched intently as his eyes closed and brows furrowed. As he went deeper and deeper into her mind his face contorted until it began to soften once more, and a single tear fell from his face.

“What? What is it?” I asked, my voice cracking.

The High Lord pulled his hand from his sisters face to wipe his stray tear, “Madja’s right. She’s given up. Her last thought was that she had lost the Autumn Court’s armies and she had lost you too Cassian. After everything that happened, it was all for nothing.” Rhys relayed sadly.

“But she’s here now, she’s safe, she has to wake up,” I pleaded, squeezing her too cold hand tighter.

“She doesn’t know that she is here though general,” Madja says calmly, like if she spoke any other way I would rip her to shreds, which was probably true. “She fell under thinking she would never see you again.”

“What can I do? I’ll do anything.” I plead with Madja. Hell I’d trade places with her if I could. Her people needed a princess more than they needed a general.

“I’m afraid there is nothing any of us can do. All we can do is wait and hope she comes back,” Madja says sadly.

“I want you to take up quarters in the town house for the time being,” Rhys ordered.

“Of course my Lord, I will be checking on her constantly,” Madja nods, collecting her bag full of tonics and bandages.

“Is there anything I can do for you Cass?” Azriel asks, placing a hand on my back.

“No,” I say solemnly, pressing my forehead to her hand. “Just leave us.”

Neither one of my brothers protested. The only indication that they had left was the door closing and the silence that had followed. Their muffled voices went down the hall, no doubt to show Madja where she would be staying. I was sure that Rhys would be back to check on his little sister once he was done.

I lifted my head from where I had it pressed against her hand to see her face again. Her skin was still pale but the frost had melted off her eyelashes and skin. Hickies littered her neck and a faint hand shaped bruise wrapped around her neck.

Gods what had he done to her?

“Princess I don’t know if you can hear me but you have to open those pretty eyes for me okay?” I pleaded with her. “It wasn’t for nothing baby, I’m here now and I’m not going to let anyone take you away again. You were so strong and so brave but you don’t have to be anymore, you just need to wake up. Just wake up and I’ll take care of you okay?”

I feel my tears starting to well up. I didn’t just want my girlfriend back, or even my mate. I wanted my best friend back. I thought about what a lonely world it would be without her.

“We can go back to reading your silly books while I tickle your feet. And you can whoop my ass and drink me under the table when we play Marks again.” I laugh remembering the time I taught her how to play the ridiculous drinking game, it felt like so long ago now.

“You have to come back to me because we have to have the most ridiculous and ornate mating ceremony ever.” I chuckle through my tears picturing how much she would detest the idea of an over the top event. “And you gotta wake up because I wanna make you my wife baby.”

I feel the lump in my throat form, remembering the brass ring I had left on my nightstand from this morning. I had almost wished that I had felt the same sadness I felt then now. For nothing could compare to the agony of the mating bond slipping out of my hands like sand falling through an hourglass.

“But we can’t do any of those things until you wake up honey, so you gotta open your eyes for me okay?” I say trying to smile.

Her eyes don’t open, I’m not even sure if her chest rises and falls to breathe.

“Please y/n wake up! Please don’t leave me, I can’t live without you.” I plead, my tears falling faster than ever now.

I let out a groan as I press my forehead to her little hand again. My chest caving in as I find the skin there still cold. Fuck it, if she can’t hear me than I’ll beg to the gods who might.

“Please don’t take her from me. Please don’t take her from me. Please don’t take her from me…”

Rhysand’s pov:

After I show Madja where she can set her things and take a load off, I slump into an armchair in my room and run my hands through my hair. For the first time today, I’m finally hit by the weight of what the past two hours have been.

The images of what I saw when I reached into y/n’s mind were enough to make me shudder. I was so blind to her pain. So focused on my own mate, and my own trauma, I forgot that she went under that mountain with me. And what’s worse is that she felt like she owed me an army for saving her. I almost regret going so far back into her memories that I saw it all. The things Eris did to her, the way he spoke to her. The conflict she felt.

But then there were moments of immense happiness. Each one of them featured Cassian in one way or another. Images of him lacing up her dresses and placing a kiss on her shoulder when he was done. Her laughing in the early hours of morning with him. I had never seen my brother smile so big or love so much.

Oh gods Cassian.

I thought to myself, remembering the look on his face when he saw her lying prone on that bed. His agony that practically filled and infected everything in the room. He needed me, and I needed to see my little sister.

My tired body creaks as I stand from the chair with a groan, making my way next door to y/n’s room. The same one I used to sneak her out of when we were kids. Sometimes I miss those days and how simple everything was.

I opened the door slowly to not disturb Cassian. The light from behind me illuminated the mostly dark room. The only other light source was the fire. Cassain was right where I left him, kneeling on by the edge of the bed, stroking her hair whispering sweet nothings to her that I couldn’t hear.

I make my way inside and close the door to keep in the heat as I sit on the opposite side of the bed. It isn’t until the bed dips under my weight that Cassian’s eyes meet mine. In all the years I’ve known him I had never seen him this way. His eyes were bloodshot and weepy, and the bags under his eyes prevalent. It reminded me of when I thought Feyre had died under the mountain, and I supposed that made sense given this was the same thing.

“Has she?” I asked, wondering if she had shown any signs of life.

“No,” was the only answer the general could give me.

My eyes fell to my sister once more, unable to take the sorrow that came from Cassian’s stare. The frost that once covered her face was now melted, and her lips were no longer blue. However, pink had not yet tinted her cheeks and I wondered if it ever would again. It raised the question, how could I have prevented her from meeting this fate, and prevented Cassain from having to feel this pain. I was the most powerful High Lord in History, but right now I had never felt so small.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was your mate?” the question spilled out of me. “If I had known I would’ve stopped the wedding immediately.”

Cassian lifted his head from where it was pressed against her hand and looked at me again, “For the same reason your mate is still in the Spring Court. She deserved to have a choice.” he said to me, and though his words held no anger, no resentment, they were a punch to the gut.

“I’m a terrible brother,” I admit, my eyes falling to her.

“No you’re not. She did what she did because you are a good brother. She wanted to help you in any way she could, at any cost. That’s how much she loves you.” Cassian spoke, his voice quiet and even toned. “But things might’ve been different if you two hadn’t distanced yourselves when you got back from under the mountain. Whatever you guys saw down there? Whatever happened? You need to face it together, Rhys. If she wakes up, you need to be as close as you once were.”

Gods, for a general my brother had a way with words. He was right about all of it. I had distanced myself from her after we came back. Thinking that I could spare her from the pain I felt, but I had forgotten that she had gone under that mountain with me. She had demons to battle as well, and I left her to fight them alone.

“She will wake up Cass,” was all I could say. “She has to, because I have to make things right.”

y/n’s pov:

Waking up was slow.

First all I could hear was the crackling of a fire and slow steady breaths. Then I smelled the familiar scent of night blooming jasmine laced with cedar. Next was the immeasurable warmth that fanned my face, and last was the feeling of a strong calloused hand holding my own.

I squeezed that hand ever so slightly before finally opening my eyes. I looked up at the familiar ceiling of my childhood bedroom, the constellations that had been painstakingly painted there. To my left a roaring fire and to my right… Cassian. Kneeling at the edge of the bed his forehead pressed to my hand. His breaths rising and falling slowly, the way they always did when he was asleep.

“Cass,” I rasped out, my voice still uneasy.

His head flew up and his eyes were on me in an instant. I loosed a sob at finding that familiar hazel staring back at me. The face I thought I would never see before.

“Oh my god baby,” he smiled, pressing his lips to my forehead. “You came back to me, thank the Mother.”

“Cassian, I'm so sorry. I should’ve listened to you. You were right about everything and I should’ve stayed and-” I began to ramble through my tears.

“Shhh, shhh,” he cooed, brushing a tear from my eye as a few of his own fell. “Don’t worry about that now. You’re safe, no one’s going to hurt you know”

The bond tugged at his promise and I was reminded of the blessing I had been given, “You’re my mate,” I smiled pressing a hand to his face. He winced at the cold but then laid one of his own hands over it, bringing it down to his lips to press a kiss to my palm.

“Yeah I am,” he laughs. “And you’re mine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked him as he continued pressing kisses into the palm of my hand.

“You were already dealing with so much y/n,” he said softly. “I couldn’t make things even more complicated or try to control your choices. Not when this alliance was the first thing you ever got to choose for yourself. But I should’ve told you and I’m so sorry.”

“Shhhh,” I soothed him like he had me moments ago. “We both made mistakes Cass, but none of that matters now that we’re together again.”

“You’re right,” he smiled, kissing my forehead.

“The only thing we need to worry about now is Eris and whatever he does next,” I say, rubbing his cheek with my thumb, the stubble there telling me he hadn’t shaved in a while.

His eyes hardened as he pulled my hand from his cheek, grasping it in both of his hands as if he was praying, “If he comes back for you y/n I will fucking kill him. I swear to the Gods I will invoke the blood duel-”

“You will do nothing of the sort Cassian. I just got you back. I won’t lose you again.” I say firmly.

“Are you doubting your general?” He gave me a cocky smile.

“No, but I don’t trust Eris to play fair. If he comes back Rhys will deal with him.” I assure him.

“As your mate I have the right to defend you,” he reminds me.

“You’re right, you do. But if we don’t handle things just right Eris could declare war on us. I won’t let my people be attacked by Hybern and the Autumn Court.” I explained to him.

Cassain nodded. I could sense the disappointment in him, and I didn’t blame him for feeling that way. I would’ve paid good money to watch him kill Eris. It was scary enough when someone hurt another male's mate. Especially when the affected male is The Lord of Bloodshed.

“And Cass?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“You were wrong before, about my choices. The first thing I ever got to choose for myself wasn’t Eris, Cassian. It was you.” I smile looking at the best decision I had ever made. I would never come to regret asking him to kiss me after that ball. Not when it had brought me his love. The best thing I never knew I needed.

Cassain smiled and then let out a hearty chuckle, as if he had finally realized that I was back, and we were together again, and we would be together until The Mother called us home.

To be continued…

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drunk-on-dk · 2 years ago

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wow my first time here for hard hours…

headempty just brothersbff!dokyeom coming over to u (and ur brothers) house for da first time to tutor ur brother cuz he’s a lil braindrad,, still unknowning of the houses’ layout,, dokyeom walks into you fingering urself and observes how ur fingers r way too short to do anything rly pleasurable n helps u like the good friend he is :(( I WANNA WRITE AB THIS SO BAD BUT WRITERS BLOCK IS SO CRAY!!!

lee..... you're kidding me.... please come here for hard hours whenever because this made my brain turn in ways that I cannot explain..... ok so I thought this would be a drabble, but I spiraled below and I HOPE YOU ENJOY (also i've been struggling with writer's block so this totally helped get my creative thoughts running again thx u)

Prompt/Pairing: Brother's Best Friend!Seokmin x fem!reader

Genre: SMUT just pure filth (minors DNI)

w/c: ~2.5k (not a DRABBLE oops)

content warnings and prompt under the cut

c/w: no pronouns, but fem bodied reader; masturbation; use of a vibrator; walking in on reader, but consent is KEY when continuing; DK has long fingers AKA pro at fingering in this

Lee Seokmin, kindly referred to as DK, a nickname coined by your idiotic brother years ago when he had first met the overly kind boy back in grade school. DK was an all-rounder, which was known very well throughout your years trailing your brother and him in school. Of course, DK was popular for his looks, overall bright attitude, humorous side, and intelligence.

The boy was an enigma throughout his entire high school career, so you had no choice but to crush on your brother’s best friend. You couldn’t help it when he’d flash you his signature smile every time he’d pick you and your brother up for school, or when he'd gift you the occasional snack on exam mornings – which, of course, would go untouched in your backpack since you cherished the sacred gift so much.

However, you were able to see him at his worst over the years, especially the clumsier and louder sides of him when he’d spend the night over at your house almost every weekend. His boisterous voice would permeate through closed doors - even when he was a few rooms away - while your brother and he would play video games until the crack of dawn. Another oddity included that time he had mistaken your toothbrush as his own for weeks on end, only admitting his fault weeks later when he had run into you in the hallway late one night, almost as if he was fearful that you’d confront him even though you had no clue.

Eventually, you grew annoyed with the boy as you got older, your high school crush no longer blinding you to the fact that he was just another one of your brother’s loud, teasing friends, even if he was damn cute. Regardless, Dokyeom still took care of you like you were his own friend, as you were close in age to your brother, and he always considered you as part of the group. He was always sure to include you in plans even if your brother didn’t, making sure you had a comfortable high school experience, and continuing to gift you snacks on exam days – even if you didn’t blush profusely like you used to.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, you had followed in your brother’s footsteps and decided to attend the same college as him, which ironically enough, DK had chosen the same college as well. The duo was still thriving more than ever even when they had found other friends in their separate majors. DK was also still roped into tutoring your brother in his classes, even though he had passed them semesters ago himself.

You had just moved in with your brother after your first year, and you two had decided to save some money and just commit to sharing an apartment a mile off campus. It was easy living with him, especially because you two had similar friend groups and could comfortably coexist. You also enjoyed the privacy it gave you, as your brother spent most of his time at his frat house even though he had his own place, typically crashing on one of his brothers’ futons every weekend.

You took advantage of this, blasting music when you’d get ready for your own nights out, or spending nights like tonight shamelessly binging a show or whatever book you were reading, eventually getting bored and pleasuring yourself in the serenity of your quiet apartment.

It was still early in the night, but, good God, you had been strung out all week. Midterms were finally coming to an end, and all you could think about was a little R&R, possibly channeling that energy through a quick orgasm.

However, it was anything but quick tonight. You had been squirming around for maybe half an hour now, a slight sheen to your flushed skin, and a vibrator pressed firmly against your clit after you decided your fingers wouldn’t suffice.

Your sheets were surely a mess at this point from how tightly you were gripping them from desperately chasing the high that your body wouldn’t grant you. Just when you thought you were close, a pathetic half-moan would leave your lips every time the building pleasure would ebb away.

You were frustrated, but you were determined. Pulling out all the tricks now, your spare hand and fingers played with your perked nipples, unable to restrain your body from arching into the bed to further press your throbbing clit against the devilish, vibrating toy.

The only thing that broke you out of your wanton fervor was a single knock at your bedroom door – which the knock was appreciated, giving you just enough time to scramble to cover yourself with a throw blanket, but whoever the intruder was waited for just a pause before throwing your door open – coming eye to eye with none other than the boisterous DK.

“Ready to study and then whoop some ass on -" DK stopped mid-sentence, jaw slack as his backpack fell to his side upon realizing this was not your brother's room. To be fair, DK had only been here once or twice since you and your brother moved apartments recently; your previous one had a roof-leak, and this place was temporary until the latter would be renovated by the end of the semester.

Surely, you both looked like deer in headlights staring at each other. DK surveyed you for a second, saucer-like eyes tracing you from head to toe, drinking in the way your chest rose and fell underneath the tiny, fluffy throw blanket that gave you some sense of decency. You could almost see the lightbulb go off in DK’s head when he realized what he had walked into, the not-so-quiet whirring of the vibrator in the background only confirming his suspicions.

“Oh my god,” he starts, internally cursing himself when his jeans begin to tighten ever so slightly around his crotch. It’s almost as if he forgot how to walk or speak, but he can’t deny that this is a fantasy he’s had one too many times. “Were you-?”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, already immensely embarrassed that he walked in on you so hot-and-bothered. It was almost comical how the vibrating sound came to a halt, awkwardly searching for the button on the toy beneath the sheet and finally successfully turning the device off. “We can just act like this never happened, my brother isn’t here since I’m assuming that’s who you were looking for, and we can just go about our night without discussing further.”

Woefully, you could almost get off to the sight of just him, maybe you’d tuck the memory of him into your arsenal to finally finish yourself off later tonight. You weren’t sure if it was the arousal that was clouding your mind from touching yourself for so long, but you swore you’d never seen his kind eyes look so dark and carnal. And fuck, he looked good as per usual, boyishly handsome in denim jeans, and a white tee hugging his biceps perfectly.

You felt even more flustered when he just continued to stare at you, not making any effort to lift the backpack at his feet, nor to exit your room when you look at him expectantly. With a groan, you run a hand over your beet-red face, about to question if he is going to leave until he speaks before you do.

“Are you just going to return to what you were doing?” His voice is strained, deeper in tone than his typically chirpy sound.

You stare back at him dumbly, readjusting the blanket around your body so you can sit comfortably on the side of your bed. “M-Maybe, why does it matter to you? Like I said, we can just forget about this.”

He does the opposite of what you’d expect, rather than leaving your room he takes a step towards you. The heat burns in your belly even more, your body reacting and tingling each step he takes closer towards you.

“How long have you been alone in here?” It’s so out of character how hazy and stormy his eyes become, how husky his voice sounds, and how you feel your increasing heartbeat at your core when you realize just how big and tall he is.

“U-um,” you squeak out, shriveling in his presence, unsure of where all his confidence came from as he continues to eye you down. Maybe it’s the nerves, but you begin to spill out details of the frustrating night you’ve had thus far. “It’s been a long week DK - I just needed to unwind. My damn fingers won’t get the job done, so I’m using this stupid toy. This is pathetic and embarrassing, and why are you getting so close to me?”

“Can you show me?” He asks almost innocently, voice soft and tempting as he kneels in front of where you’re sitting on the bed. He repeats himself when you fail to stutter out a response. “Can you show me how you were using your fingers?”

You feel like you’re in a trance, heart, and body reacting before your sensible mind can stop you. This is a bad idea, you should just say no and kick him out, but the way his eyes remained locked on yours as you slowly nod is enough to encourage you to drop the blanket wrapped around you. Screw it, even as much as you'd like to say your crush on him faded, it never really did.

He lets out a strained sigh when you reveal your body to him, the only thing covering you is the flimsy tank top that’s bunched at your waist, only indicating further how desperate you had been.

“Are you OK with showing me?”

“Y-yes,” you gasp out, gradually opening your legs for him to see your most intimate self, evidence of an impending orgasm clear from the sight of your swollen clit and wet thighs from your dripping slit. The whimper that escapes his lips makes your eyes roll back, fingers absentmindedly tracing over your folds and making you whimper with him.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he’s whispers as he intently watches the pad of your thumb rub at your clit, “Such small hands and little fingers, no wonder you’ve been touching yourself for so long.”

You buck your hips upwards when you finally let your pointer and middle fingers glide in between your folds, carefully pumping the two in and out of yourself and biting back a moan when DK leans even closer towards your core.

“It’s not enough,” your voice is breathy as you pout, grinding your hips into the palm of your hand as your fingers do a not-so-satisfactory job. You’re falling back now, wrapped up in your arousal once again as your head hits the pillowy mattress beneath you.

“Of course, it’s not,” DK coos, standing up to tower above where you now lay, one knee finding real estate between your legs as you so urgently keen into your hand. “You can fit another finger inside of you, maybe that will help.”

You listen to him, fitting a third finger inside of you, yet they don’t reach deep enough to provide you enough pleasure.

“Oh,” he almost sounds patronizing, “they’re too short, aren’t they?”

You’d almost think he was messing with you if it wasn’t for the way his breathing picked up when you let out a desperate cry, a rough groan bubbling from his chest when your thighs tightened around his own leg slotted between yours.

“Yeah, t-they are,” you cry out, trying your hardest to not shift down the bed and start grinding against his leg.

“Can I help?”

“God, I thought you’d never ask. P-Please.”

Just like that, DK’s deft fingers are at your core, long digits running between your folds to collect your slick before teasingly probing at your center.

“I said please,” you moan out, practically begging as your hips chase his hand when he continues to pump just the tips of his fingers tauntingly and shallowly inside of you.

He almost growls when his fingers fill you completely, the way your walls sucked him in was enough to have him wanting more. In order to get closer to you, DK collapses next to you, one thigh still slotted between your legs and his free arm propping him up above where your heated chest rises with each needy breath.

“You take my fingers so well, sweetheart,” he whines out, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your neck especially when your body is arching against his with each pump of his fingers inside you. “Can’t believe you're still this tight after playing with yourself for so long.”

Your own hands are desperately gripping his arms, nails digging into the firm muscles as he trails hot kisses across your neck and chest. Your body shakes in need when he hits a spot deep inside of you, pressing against that spongey spot that has your thighs tensing up with each expert curl of his long fingers.

You know you’re babbling at this point, something about how good he’s making you feel, something about how hot he is, something about how you’ll need his fingers all the time now.

This only eggs DK on, his supporting arm shaking as he sets a brutal pace, fingers pumping in and out and each ministration feeling delicious against your walls. You let out a scream when his thumb encounters your clit, making him press even closer against you to hold your needy hips down as he fingers you so perfectly.

You’ve been encapsulated by him at this point, everything about him is big and tall and long, and your mind goes a bit haywire wondering if that applied to really everything, the obvious bulge contained by his jeans only making your mind wander to dirtier places.

“Is this enough, sweetheart?” His lips are pressed into your neck, teeth nipping gently at the shell of your ear as he desires to hear some more praise and feedback from you.

“God,” you moan out, thighs shaking as his thumb rolls in circles over your clit, chest pressing against his as he smiles against your ear. This isn’t enough – actually – you want all of him. But yet it is, the world around you begins to spin as you feel your impending release finally bursting inside of you. “Fuck, this is more than enough. God, I’m g-gonna finish.”

“Finish, sweetheart, use my fingers.”

You’ve never come so hard from just fingers, not even with past lovers, but DK’s long fingers have your walls spasming and tightening around them, hips finally falling still as you gush around the digits. You feel euphoric, your release washing over your body as you come to.

You thought maybe your post-orgasm clarity would snap you back into reality, reminding you that you just had the best fingering of your life from your brother’s best friend, making the situation awkward and panicking upon realization, but you do exactly the opposite.

“Do you need help now, DK?”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #svthub #lee seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #dk smut #lee dokyeom smut #seokmin smut #thank you lee <3 ily for this #asks 🌙#lovely moots 💫

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empressdede · 7 months ago

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Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 2

Previous chapter

This story is written in both past and present. Italics is the past and regular font is written in the present.

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Chapter Two

“Girl c’mon, just think about how fun it’ll be. You can’t seriously expect me to believe you don’t want to go to our first high school party!” Jada had been trying to convince Sorai for the whole day to accept Britney’s invitation to her party that was taking place the upcoming weekend.

It wasn’t that Sorai didn’t want to go, she just wasn’t dumb. If Sorai’s there then her four unwanted bodyguards would be as well. It wouldn’t be a good night if they went because she knew they would do everything in their power to keep her away from any action.

“Jada, if I go then the ‘big brothers’ gone try to go and I already know how that’s gonna end. Me in the corner sipping on juice, while they get to be the life of the party.” Sorai stressed rolling her eyes.

“Just tell your parents your sleeping over at my house. That way their parents won’t suspect anything. C’mon Rai, Cameron said he was going for you.” Jada continued, she was gonna pull all the stops to persuade her friend to come to this party.

Sorai rolled her eyes. “Fine. We’ll go. But you can’t tell nobody I’m going. I’m serious Jada, those boys are so irritating.”

“Who’s irritating?” Josh asked as he busted in her room. Sorai let out a sigh of feigned annoyance.

“You and yo crew. You won’t ever give me a break.”

Even though the boys were too over protective over her, she did love them as if they were her own brothers…. Well almost all of ‘em were like a brother to her anyways.

“We just looking out for you Rai, all these lil boys are the same. They only want one thing and they gone have to see me before they get try to get it.” Joshua stated with a shrug because he was serious. Nobody was going to take her innocence if he could help it.

“Aye man they gone have to see us Uce.” Jon echoed as he walked in with a couple boxes of pizza. His youngest brother following through.

“Did y’all really have to ‘watch’ Sorai while her parents are out for the night? She’s 16, you know?” Jada asked sarcastically but this was how it was every other week.

Sorai’s parents would go out for the night and have the Fatu brothers watch her to make sure she was safe. And at first, it was cool to have other people to hang out with seeing as Sorai was an only child. But as time progressed, Sorai wanted to be treated like a grown up.

“Sefa’s the same age as me and they still want him to play babysitter for me.” Sorai explained with an eye roll to her best friend.

“Awe, don’t be too upset Sorai. Everyone knows I’m way more mature than you. That’s why I have to watch over you.” Joseph replied back in a teasing manner

“Aye man, we ain’t come here to hear allat. Let’s just enjoy movie night and when your parents come back we’ll be on our way.” Jonathan cut our banter short.

That was the plan, it was always the plan. Movie night in my room, and all of us passing out due to the itis. But after Jada passed out the older brothers hopped up.

“Aye man, Joe just sent us an invite. I guess Kiara got a couple friends at her crib and her parents ain’t home.”

“What you just gone leave me here by myself?” Sorai asked with a raised eyebrow and Jon shrugged.

“Sefa can watch you till we get back.” Jon suggested

Sorai rolled her eyes as she watched the older brothers leave. Boys are so stupid. She thought you herself.

The room fell quiet, the only sound heard in the room were Jada’s soft snores and the TV playing the movie Friday the 13th. Jada had fell asleep on Sorai’s bed and Sorai and Joseph were still sitting on the air mattress on the floor while they watched the movie in silence.

“You know I heard of the scheme you and Jada were trying to come up with." Joseph had spoke into the quiet room.

Sorai felt herself freeze at the revelation. Damn, she really couldn’t do nothing with these boys around.

"What scheme?"

"The one where you lie to your parents about sleeping over at Jada’s house so that you can go make out with Cameron at Aaliyah’s house party."

Sorai let out a defeated sigh. She wasn’t going to continue to play dumb with him if he obviously knew what she planned to do.

“So what… you gonna snitch on me now?”

Joseph let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t say all that. I just don’t think it’s a good idea to go to the party.”

Sorai rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that because of Cameron. He actually likes me ya know?”

“Sure. And Lemme guess, your smitten with him too huh?” He asked teasingly.

“I’m still going. You guys can’t keep everyone away from me. How can I ever expect to gain any kind of experience if you guys shun everyone interested in me away?”

“Experience? And just what kind of experience-“

“Not like that!” She had hissed at him. She didn’t understand why he was giving her such a hard time. It wasn’t like he didn’t have any experience. His on and off girlfriend made sure the whole world knew that.

“You’re the one going on about experience.” Joseph replied, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“So Monica can tell the whole world you blowing her back out, but I can’t even experience what could be my first kiss with the guy that I really like? How is that fair Sefa?” Sorai asked, a small pout forming on her lips.

He rolled his eyes. “Okay Rai, I’ll let you go to this party on a couple conditions.”

“A couple conditions?” She repeated with confusion.

Joseph nodded his head at her. “1. I gotta talk to Cameron before the party. This is non negotiable and 2. I’ll come with you to the party. I’ll make sure my older brothers don’t come so that you can have fun with your friend. Deal?”

Sorai flashed a smile at him and nodded her head in agreement.

As annoying as Joseph and his older brothers were, Sorai really did appreciate them always looking out for her. And even though she never said it out loud, Sefa was her guy best friend. He’d look out for her on behalf of his brothers but sometimes he would help her indulge in whatever she wanted to do…. Sometimes.

“Can you at least promise to try to like him Sefa?”

“Sure.” He agreed with a a monotone.

“How come I gotta like Monica but you won’t even try with Cameron? I don’t even like the bitch.” Sorai stressed.

Joseph let out a sigh of annoyance. “I’m not even seeing her anymore. And plus, you don’t like Monica because she didn’t want us to be so close.”

“That’s not the point Sefa.”

“Alright, Alright. I’ll try to give him a chance.” He finally agreed but they both knew he only agreed for the sake of the conversation.

She just hoped Cameron didn’t scare easy. She also hoped that Sefa would take it easy on him because she really liked him and she just wanted to know what it was like to have a boyfriend.

The two friends let a comfortable silence fill the room as they paid attention to the movie playing on the screen.

When the twins had returned, they found everyone sleeping. Jada on Sorai’s bed softly snoring away and on the floor Sorai and Joseph on his designated air mattress fast asleep.

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“So,” Kayla started as soon as we were out of earshot. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” She asked teasingly.

Sorai let out a small sigh. “Our parents are best friends. So even though I am an only child, those boys are the brothers I never wanted to have.” She briefly explains.

“Oh I didn’t know they played big brother to a sister.” Kayla replied fully intrigued, the amusement still apparent on her face.

Sorai shrugged and didn’t elaborate any further. She didn’t really want to talk about the people she haven’t seen in five years. Five fuckin years, and while it did hurt her feelings in the past, she’s completely over it now.

“Hey Kayla, what’s up?” A voice called out from down the hallway.

Both girls turned around to find one of the wrestlers, Cody Rhodes, walking towards their direction.

Sorai’s interest peaked. Finally, something to look forward too. She thought to herself as she let her eyes trail over the male figure that stood over six feet.

“Hey Cody. Nothing, just showing my new colleague around. It’s her first day.” Kayla stated with a smile.

She watched as Cody smiled back at her, Sorai’s eyebrow raised, oh?

“Whenever your free, come by my locker room. I got a couple of things I wanna go over with you.” He then turned to Sorai and flashed her a welcoming smile. “Welcome, I hope Kayla’s not giving you too much trouble.”

“No, not at all. She’s been an absolute treasure to be around.” Sorai complimented.

Cody let out a small chuckle, turning his gaze back to the women beside her. “That she is.” He agreed.

Interesting. Sorai thought to herself. “Yes, Well… it was a pleasure to meet you Cody. Hopefully we’ll be able to work with each other soon.”

“You too…uh?” He trailed off once he realized he never got her name.

“Sorai.” She answered

“Right. Well, welcome to the company Sorai. See you later Kayla.” Cody bid his goodbyes before walking down the hall.

Sorai smiled as she turned to face Kayla who was watching the man leave, nibbling on her bottom lip as she did.

“So,” she started, teasingly; Kayla turning to her, slightly red in the face. “Wanna tell me the history behind that?” Sorai asked, flipping the question back on Kayla.

Kayla rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders. “There’s no history. I think he’s cute but I think he’s only playing with me.”

“Playing?” Sorai repeated almost mockingly. The two girls continued their journey down the hall.

“Kayla, he stared at you the entire time, it was almost like I didn’t exist.”

Kayla shrugged again. It was clear she didn’t really want to talk about whatever was going on between them.

Sorai guessed it had to do with lack of confidence so she decided she would advise her on one thing.

“Well I’ll tell you what. If you want to know how he feels about you, mention something you like. An event or something and be sad that your going alone, If he tells you ‘that’s tough, you’ll find someone’ then he’s not interested. But if he suggests that he goes with you, then he definitely likes you.”

“He could be suggesting that just to be nice ya know?”

“No man, is that nice unless they like you. Trust me.”

Kayla raised her eyebrow at her in question, “And this has worked on you before?”

“Every single time.” Sorai assured

Kayla flashed her a thankful smile, nodding her head as she took the advice. Maybe working here won’t be so bad if I can already play matchmaker. Sorai though to herself.

The silence between the two was a comfortable one as Kayla led Sorai wherever they had to go next. Both girls lost in their thoughts for two completely different reasons.

It wasn’t until they stopped in front of a door who’s name read Roman Reigns, that Sorai realized where Kayla was taking her. She rolled her eyes.

“Can’t you take me to my new office instead?” Sorai asked, but it was too late. Kayla had already knocked on the door.

“I would love to, but 1. I have a feeling if I didn’t bring you, they would’ve hounded me down for it and 2. I have a new theory that I would love to test out.”

Jonathan opened the door and shouted a greeting towards Sorai.

“Bring her to my office when you guys are done. I got something I gotta do real quick, so I’m trusting you guy can keep her occupied until I’m done?”

Jon threw his arm around Sorai’s shoulder, bringing her into a side hug. “We haven’t seen our lil sis in a cool five years Kayla, if she not back in yo office by the time you get there, you can come find her here.”

Kayla nodded her head and shared a look with Sorai before walking down the hallway to look for a certain superstar.

And if Sorai was a hatin’ ass bitch she would’ve hated Kayla for leaving her with these boys like this. But, she wasn’t. She knew what it felt like to want someone so bad that they yearned to be close almost every single second. But damn did she owe her one.

Sorai let Jon pull her into the locker room to face the men who broke her heart from leaving, five years ago.

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lexithwrites · 2 months ago

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some headcanons for the ladies of the fandom, and no this isn't gonna follow canon, they're all a little gay at the least, so cry about it x

dorlene,,my loves, i feel like they met at a gig honestly, marlene is very tomboy/grunge and loves going by herself to bars and pubs where some local band is playing and she's a bit awkward on her own but once she has a drink and sees a pretty girl she's a lot more chill and confident

then she meets dorcas and she's fucked, so so fucked

dorcas is my goth queen, long black dress, buckled harness across her chest, sharp black nails, dark makeup and so much jewellery and marlene cant stop staring at her

she didnt think she liked goth chicks that much but FUCK this woman is a goddess, and shes tall,,,marlene is a sucker for taller women

shes so nervous trying to chat her up because dorcas' voice is like velvet, its so soothing and melodic and marlene thinks she might orgasm just from talking to her, and dorcas TOUCHES when she talks to you she's touching her arm and running a hand down her back and telling marlene she looks hot and marlene is so red

but they do exchange numbers and talk for days before marlene finally has the guts to ask her out and dorcas takes her to this restaurant and honestly they spend the entire night together walking around and talking and they go to marlene's and do makeout but nothing further, dorcas is also my demi queen and marlene is probably shaking with nerves lmao

also i feel like when marlene introduces her to the group they're all starstruck by dorcas too, dorcas is like the hottest woman they've all seen and dont know how marlene's nerdy ass pulled her but are so proud and happy

plus dorcas is the sweetest most gentle woman, she's so caring and attentive and pays so much attention to what someones saying to her, she remembers everything

also her and lily? besties, they're both into the same shows and they're both book lovers and talk for ages about fanfiction hehe

speaking of, my girl lily, she's basically walked out of the 70's and i love her for it

all flares and tie dye shirts, long, bright red hair and crazy bright makeup, her favourite colour is yellow and she loves flowers and summer and UGH okay

she loves 70's rock too, i feel like she kinda hides it a little but her and sirius bond over it very quickly

her entire apartment is very boho and there's lots of incense and candles and yes, shes a stoner, shes cool

very bisexual but basically only wants to date women as her experience with men (past a fling with james when they were teenagers) has been bad so she goes on a lot of dates with women to try something new and they didnt really work out past a few dates but she's hopeful

then one night she's getting drunk and a lil high with mary and she realises how pretty mary is, how soft her skin is, how fluffy her hair looks and suddenly they're really close and woah her lips are so plump and taste like strawberry wtf

i feel like her and mary hooked up once and got so nervous that they ruined their friendship that they didnt talk for a week until remus begged them too because he hates his two closest friends not speaking

when they do talk mary tells lily that she's had the biggest crush on her for so long but she didnt know how to say anything because lily had dated other people in that time and lily just feels her heart sore because oh,,,oh

mary is the sweetest girl, okay, she's precious and honestly its because of trauma and just her resilience to it thats kept her so loving and sweet, she deserves a fiery girlfriend like lily

mary has a big family and i'll stand by that, she has like four brothers and three sisters and she's the third eldest so she's taken care of them a lot too

she loves taking lily to her families home and introducing them to her girlfriend and honestly? they adore lily

she's cool and feisty and funny and she clearly makes mary very happy, but her older sisters do have a protective talk with her but they love her, they know she wouldn't hurt her

i feel like mary is a theatre girl too, she loves acting and directing and learning about sound and costume design, she's defo in the universty theatre department and lily is always coming in with a coffee and some lunch incase she forgets to eat, plus it makes mary blush when lily comes in because everyone stares at her

also in the theatre department is none other than xenophilius, a shy, whimsy guy who is dating probably the scariest yet coolest woman ever, miss pandora rosier

her and her brother were always into acting growing up and loved being in plays together, so they're defo in the department too

i feel like pandora loves making costumes and does the makeup for shows she isn't in and evan is a big sound design guy, so they're always backstage together as well as onstage

pandora is whismy goth, her and dorcas bonded over that when they first met in freshers, and she always smells of flowers and cigarettes from her brother

she also wears the TALLEST shoes ever because she's short, i love short panda

and xeno is the tallest lankiest mother fucker okay he's like barty height and so skinny, and he has a shock of white hair and heterochromia eyes and fiddles with his fingers a lot and pandora thinks he's adorable

they talk about true crime together and she reads his palm a lot and he does her tarot reading and its a beautiful, soft, loving relationship

but i feel like they're also a lil freaky,,,maybe some knife play here and there who knows, pandora is a wild card

her and dorcas became friends with the other girls through marlene and after that they're all insperable

they go shopping, smoke weed, hang out in the rosier's pool during the summer, its great

and marlene is the only driver so she takes them to the beach and down to brighton for the weekend so they can go to the gay bars together, its just great

i love my ladies, i hope this meal was filling

#the marauders #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #lily evans #pandora rosier #dorlene #marlily #xenophilius lovegood

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coq-ue-tte · 3 months ago

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𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡��𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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(this is my first tumblr post so don’t mind me)

🕯 🧸 ☁ 🪐 🕊 🤎 🌙 📷

(𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭)

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

~ SAD HEADCANNONS ~

• Lawrence felt so guilty about not going back for Adam that he used his power as an apprentice to anonymously stalk Adam’s family, find his parents and send money to them to pay for his grave or to go towards the vigil.

• In an argument with Scott Tibbs (probably to do with the new album photoshoot) he broke the last picture Adam had of his parents.

• He began smoking and doing drvgs in his early teens, and this was one of the reasons why he fell out with his parents and got kicked out.

• After everything that happened to Adam, Lawrence took up photography to help remember him.

• Larry would also go to the parking lot where they first properly met, to reconnect with him.

• Afraid of the dark.

• After the events of saw 1 (if he magically escaped) he would NEVER lock the doors to the bathrooms he would use in public, in case he got locked in one again. But it would kind of annoy you because you’d have to wait for him.

• Went to a rehabilitation camp when he was younger.

• Adam met Daniel at a ‘Wrath of the Gods’ gig. But he saw him as a little brother.

• Daniel would rant to Adam about Eric, but Adam would relate to it all because of his own relationship with his father.

• Adam would often compare himself to the attention Scott got from women, this would make him a lot more insecure and self conscious .

• The photo of Adam (seen in The Scott Tibbs Documentary) was the last remaining thing Scott got from Adam’s apartment, the rest of it was taken by squatters…

• Bailed Scott out a couple times, this is one of the reasons why he is poor.

• Definitely had that one teacher at school that he’d just linger with because all of the other people in his grade/year pissed him off.

• Taught Daniel how to skate.

• HEAR ME OHT FOR THIS ONE BECAUSE I DON’T EXPLAIN IT VERY WELL !!!

~ Scott would definitely try and get with 18 year old groupies or Yk younger, but he’d definitely try and set them up with Adam too. Adam wouldn’t have any of this illegal shit and reassure the women that he was nice and didn’t want it.

• The iconic shirt of his seen in Saw 1 was probably given to him by his dad. It’s one of the last things he has.

• Gets into fights at bars bc he RUNS HIS MOUTH. But that doesn’t mean he wins them ….

• He waited every day outside of his apartment to see if Amanda was there.

• Liked Amanda because he knew that she wouldn’t run off with Scott.

• His parents definitely tried reaching out to him, but he didn’t want any of it.

• His parents put flyers and missing poster signs to try and get their son back. But it didn’t work …

• He had such a problem with Larry cheating on his wife because I get the vibe that Adam’s dad cheated on his mom.

• Died thinking that no one loved him. But there’s probably a lil bench put in his name in his hometown.

• Stalks his exes online.

• Got arrested for stalking and harassment.

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HAPPY / RANDOM HEADCANNONS <3 (yay)

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• Hates cheese.

• Went to a blink- 182 concert back when they were REALLY popular.

• He was close to his grandma, but when she died, he kind of spiralled (this is kinda sad but cute :))

• Donnie Darko is his comfort character.

• Gets outfit inspiration from people like Kurt Cobain and Billy Loomis. (If you know you know)

• His couch is COVERED in cigarette burns.

• Owns a tumblr account <3

• Owns a wrath of the Gods fan page. We love a supportive king.

• Owns one of those TikTok accounts that just low-key aims all of his posts about Taylor Swift and the swifties.

• Had a buzz cut back in high school.

• Definitely be one of those people like “Name 5 Songs !!! 😡😡😡” Bro would love pissing people off.

• Loved Smoking at night to Jeff Buckley’s Grace. Loved that man so much.

• Definitely a comic book collector.

• Would love all- inclusive buffets :)

• more than likely got expelled as a kid.

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(that’s all for now <3)

#saw 2004 #headcannons #headcannon #saw #saw franchise #saw movies #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight

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florsial · 10 months ago

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*THROWS BOOKS ON TABLE*

There isn't enough Bartylus content, I'm throwing a fit

And here's a lil playlist i made and realized gave off slight bartylus vibes<3:

Spectrum and Hot Gum gives off such bartylus vibes!!

Here are some Bartylus hcs!!!

-I do believe in canon Barty is younger than Reg by about a year but I don't really like that, so I imagine Barty is just younger than Reg by about a few months (i do what i want)

-Though they first met at a pureblood event when they were both 8 years old and Barty finds himself being pushed to talk to the sickly-looking boy who clung to Evan Rosier while his brother was being pulled away by Walburga and Orion. He didn't get to talk to Regulus at all that night, but Evan was nice.

-When he sat with Evan and Reg on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, Regulus still didn't talk to him. Just starred. It was then that Evan explained that Regulus didn't know any English, only French.

-So Barty tried to teach some to him, but since he was pretty stumped on English too, being used to Italian most of his life, it didn't do much for Reg. Though it did make him laugh.

-They started dating in their 4th year, at first it was just casual dating, neither of them actually thought they would last so long but that did. Though with a few split-ups here and there.

-Once when Regulus got extremely sick, Barty took a walk to pass the time (since Reg insisted that his boyfriend keep a distance so he wouldn't get sick too) and ran into a stray black cat. It reminded him of Reg so he took it with him and presented it to Reg who opted to name the cat Artemisia

-Regulus likes to write letters and poems so he can slip them into Barty's bag for him to read.

-Cue soft dancing between the two, they def do it in private as a way of comfort

-Barty finds random shit he thinks Reg will like and just bring it to him like a cat, Reg a has about 2 boxes for it all

-They both know exactly when the other is lying. Both of them grew up in households that would lie often so they would see through each other so quickly. This is why surprises between them are basically useless but Reg likes to do so anyway because it's the thought that counts in his head

-In my little head they ran away to elope and just never told anyone. In canon compliant, I would imagine them eloping in the middle of wartime and planning to announce it when everything was over, but it just never happened cuz Reg died.

-I think it would be more fun if it was in a muggle/modern au where shortly after Sirius runs away, Reg and Barty run away to elope and they just disappear until years later when Sirius sees his little brother who he thought was still living with his parents and the little fucker is married to the psychotic bitch who threw knives for fun in high school (i might actually write a fanfic on this holy shit)

-wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses tehe

-Regulus paints Barty's nails cuz Barty has shaky hands that can never keep still

-Partly blond Regulus who lets Barty dye his hair

-They like to play tag together, while on the outside it's just a sweet thing, it is always a bit more symbolic than what people think

-Regulus knows how to sew so when he sees that some articles of Barty's clothes are ripped, he takes them and fixes them up. When Barty takes notice of this, he takes care to buy Reg a bag of candy and extra kisses as payment

-I don't really see them as super chaotic more like, unnerving in the sense that someone will be like: Evan: Yo your boyfriend is creepin me out Barty: K, he does that Barty: anyways you wanna see this macabre painting I made of someone getting eaten Evan: . . .yk what sure

-Painter Barty/Writer Regulus who are each other's muses hehe

-Barty learned how to make rings out of paper clips so he would make them and just throw them at Regulus. He started making them in 3rd year and has yet to just give them to Reg. He has to throw it. Barty says it's tradition, Evan calls bullshit, and that Barty just likes seeing Regulus confused about where the ring fell on the ground (it's true)

-Regulus likes to sneak up on Barty but over time Barty has become more aware of Regulus sneaking up on him.

-They share jewelry but the vibes are always the complete opposite when they wear it so people don't realize they are wearing the same piece. Regulus would wear it in a fancy and sophisticated way and Barty would wear it in what I think of as the "dirtbag" way (idk how else to describe forgive me)

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astoldbychae · 5 months ago

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I'm askin 1-30 for me and Javier, JP...kinda anyway I'm asking for the lovebirds Melo and Monet

One...through THIRTYYYYY? 👀 *cracks knuckles* *sips wine* Let's do this!

1. Where and how did they meet? Junior High/High School. He's best friends with her older brother, Mekhi.

2. Was it love at first sight? Absolutely not. Mel is 5 years older than her, so she was still in middle school/junior high at the time. HOWEVER when they ran into each other again (he was 30, she was 25) She thought he was the finest man in the club!

3. If it was not love at first sight, how and when did they know it was love? He knew it was love when she consistently showed up for him during one of the heaviest moments of his life (his divorce). She knew it was love the way he consistently showed up for her during hers (her pregnancy).

4. What feature(s) do they find most attractive about their partner? For him, it's her hands and her eyes. For her, it's his ears and lips.

5. What traits / personality aspects do they like most about their partner? He loves that she's Hot-Headed and how Ambitious she is. She loves how Family Oriented and Proper (Polite/Courteous) he is. They also both share the People Person lifestyle trait, so they love that about one another too. All their traits here.

6. Do they have any habits their partner finds annoying? He gets annoyed with the way she cracks her knuckles, She gets annoyed with how slow he eats. Also, when he's REALLY tired he snores and it drives her up a wall (but most times he's got her in a cuddle-lock when they're sleeping, so she can't really move much. She likes to throw her ass back on him to wake him up/make him stop snoring. Works every time. It's literally the only thing he responds too) 🙃

7. Is there anything about their partner they would like to change? For him, it's how much time she spends on her phone. For her, it's how much time he spends at work.

8. Where did they have their first date? Their first legit date was at a Bowling Alley/Arcade in San Myshuno. Afterwards they went to a Brewery that had just opened and had the most delicious wings! She planned it because he needed some fun in his life after his divorce. She doesn't call it a date though...but He does.

9. When and where did they have their first kiss? Two months after they met/saw eachother at the club, He invited her out for a late night drive while he was clearing his head. They ended up at Myshuno Meadows Park. It was in his truck, Anita Baker's "Whatever It Takes" provided the soundtrack to the moment He realized that he was developing some deeper feelings for her. They were having a heart to heart conversation about life and it was the way she turned to look at him that made him slowly lean over, look her deeper in her eyes, and asked if he could kiss her. 😩

10. How long have they been together? 2 1/2ish years or so. In my mind they're still in the earlier "honeymoon" stages of their relationship.

11. Will they stay together for a long time? I hope so! (and I know Melo can second that notion...Monet does too but He is the main one that thinks about being old and grey and his legacy)

12. Do they have many problems in the relationship or just a few? Or none? I'd say just a few, He wants more children and she is more focused on her career right now. She has jealous pangs regularly and hates his ex-wife. She has been arguing with him a lot more lately and picking little fights because she's Hot-Headed as well. He does work A LOT. So my guess is they need a bit of a better balance in life but she (nor he) has been able to really communicate that. He's always kissing on her neck, giving her massages, and hunching on her all the damn time, so IDK why she can't tell him how she feels without snapping! I also think it's time for Alleia's lil butt to go to daycare! I just chalk it up to her being a bit overwhelmed right now, adjusting to new mom life (?)

13. Is there a big age difference between the partners, a small difference or are they the same age? They're 5 years apart. She's 27 and He's 32.

14. Do other people approve or disapprove of the relationship? His family approves of her, especially his daughters. Her family approves of him. However, her mom plants little seeds of uncertainty in her head at times but overall her mom loves Melo. Momma doesnt want Monet to "get so wrapped up in a man that she forgets about herself/ her dreams".

15. If someone disapproves of the relationship, who is it, and why do they disapprove? His ex-wife is salty and disapproves/absolutely despises Monet, for the simple fact that she still wants him. WOMP WOMP!

16. Does the couple care if people disapprove of them being together? Nope. Not one bit! Mel will tell you to "mind your MF business mane" in a heartbeat. 😂

17. Are they married? No...🙃

18. If they’re not married, do they want to be? He does (he's had the whim to propose but at the time it was too soon, we're just waiting on that whim to pop up again). She would like to be but she isn't pressed about it. Right now she is more focused on trying to balance motherhood and career.

19. Would they elope, have a small intimate wedding, big fancy wedding, or something else? She would like to elope. Him on the other hand, he wants a big fancy wedding because he feels She deserves it. He loves celebrating her! He also wants to experience that because (1) he's a party animal that loves a good party and (2) he didn't get to experience that with his first marriage (they were high school sweet hearts and got married in their early 20's, so they had a small intimate wedding).

20. Where would they go on their honeymoon or dream vacation? A resort in Selvadorada, a cabin in Mt. Komorebi, or a nice little bed & breakfast in Magnolia Promenade. Anything with a good view & good food!

21. Do they have any children? Do they want any? Yes, they have a daughter together and he has 2 daughters with his ex-wife. Yes, he wants more. She is neutral about having more (she's ok if they do & ok if they don't)

22. What is their favourite thing to do together? Cook. He loves to try new recipes that he saw on the Cooking Channel. She's currently in her baking era and he loves doing that with her (most times he is just licking everything...but he is learning a thing or two...about baking)

23. Where is their favourite place to go together? Bowling Alley or Arcade

24. Do they have a song? They have two actually, Anita Baker "Whatever It Takes" & Stevie Wonder "For Your Love"

25. Do they have any pet names / nicknames for each other? She calls him "Papa" and he calls her "Love" or "Moo" (which was her childhood nickname)

26. Are they jealous? She is...VERY VERY jealous. He isn't.

27. Is this a first relationship for either of them? Nope. He's been married before and had "little flings" in his younger years. She's had one serious relationship before this, aside from her "puppy love" jr high/high school relationship.

28. How do they show affection for each other? Cuddles, hugs, kisses, massages...random acts of service (is her love language) and physical touch (is his).

29. How do they cheer their partner up when they’re sad? She let's him lay his head on her chest while they talk & she rubs his head/ears, until he falls asleep (which he does damn near every time and he wakes up in a better mood). He cuddles with her/lets her cry it out on his chest or tries to crack jokes (depending on how sad she is/what's going on).

30. Is either of the partners a ‘hopeless romantic’? After really looking at what the term means...Yes, Papa most definitely is! 🥺 Has the Soulmate Aspiration & Romantic trait to prove it! Lol.

I honestly think he would have tried to make his first marriage work (even though she had a baby on him with someone else) but it was the fact that the baby was by one of his closest friends that fucked him up the most. Yes, he was fucked up that the baby wasn't his in general BUT he knew that during their earlier years of the relationship he wasn't shit (and had stepped out on her several times, one of which resulted in a pregnancy scare of the other woman). Which is also why ex-wife was in disbelief that he was actually going through with the divorce. They've been through A LOT together and she knows how Family Oriented he is and how much he values marriage. That was one of the main reasons why he was going through it during the divorce because he never wanted to (1) go through a divorce but (2) have his kids not have both their parents under one roof. He dreamed of having that happy family with one woman. Hence why now He is doing EVERYTHING in his power to be with/make things work between him & Monet. He believes in love and soulmates and the whole "til death do us part" (and I really love that about him).

#astoldbychae asks #oc ask game #oc: carmelo hollingsworth #oc: monet giordano

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g4yforethan · 1 year ago

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and they were roommates

pairing: chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: reader moves in with chad and after a party, they both confess their feelings for each other!

note: no smut in this one because i’m too scared to write that but it might be coming sooner than u think ;)

it was the beginning of the school year and you had decided to transfer over to Blackmore University. you heard horror stories about the dorm rooms and felt that maybe searching for an apartment would be a safer and better idea. you finally found a listing online and that a student attending Blackmore was looking for a roommate as well. you submitted an application and after a day or two, you were accepted. you were excited but also nervous to meet your new roommate. you got to your apartment and knocked on the door with boxes in your hands. “hi there! you must be my new roommate. i’m guessing because of all of those boxes you’re carrying. need a little help?” he held the door open and grabbed a few of the boxes and walked you into your room. “thanks for the help! don’t got a lot of upper-body strength on me unlike you. i mean because it looks like you workout a lot.” he laughed at your awkwardness and secretly found it cute. “i mean i try to hit the gym as much as i can. hasn’t been the same since high school though.”

you laughed even though you couldn’t relate because instead of doing sports, you spent after school online and in bed.”so lemme guess, you go to Blackmore?” “how could you tell?” you point to his hoodie which says Blackmore University. “i mean it’s pretty comfy you know” you laugh and found his humor enjoyable and pretty cute. you talked for a lil while and he left to go attend class while you stayed setting up your room. after getting your mattress into your room and a long day of setting up your posters all over your day, you decided to take a break for the rest of the night. chad came back from class and asked if you were down for a pizza and movie night to make you feel more comfortable adjusting to the new apartment. you said yes and later that night you two sat down with your pizza to watch the new evil dead movie. every time there was a jumpscare, you screamed which made chad laugh and secretly he found this adorable. by the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep so chad put a blanket over you and let you sleep on the couch. when he tried to go to his room quietly, chad hit his foot on the side of the table and tried not to scream. you woke up to the bang but still kept your eyes closed. he whispered “hope i didn’t wake you up pretty boy” you blushed and continued to go back to sleep.

a month or two had passed and everything was good. halloween was right around the corner and you and chad had talked about going. “come on, you need to go this party. it’s time y/n finally makes his move on a girl and show her what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and laughed because you figured it was pretty obvious you weren’t interested in girls at all and thought chad had received the message one night when he caught you belting to ariana grande. nonetheless, you agreed to go to the party but didn’t know what exactly to wear. once the night of the party came, you made a quick stop to party city to grab a super mario hat and a small mustache. you came back to put on a red shirt and called it a night. “super mario huh? can i be your princess peach? “cute chad. what are you supposed to be?” “i’m kind of going with sexy cowboy for tonight. have to show the ladies what lifting 150 pounds looks like.” it was around 9 pm when you two of you left your apartment and made your way into the party. there, you spotted tara, anika, and mindy. you figured tara was dressed as a pirate, anika as a pumpkin?, and mindy looked like she didn’t even dress up.

the four of you talked about college and plans afterwards. soon, the talk was about you and chad. “so y/n, plan on making a move on my brother?” you almost spit out your drink. “what are you talking about?” “oh come on, i mean it’s kinda obvious that you’ve been crushing on him. all the times you’ve zoned off staring at him, always laughing at his jokes, always complimenting him.” you started to realize that you were extremely obvious when it came to be around your crush and confessed that you found chad cute but didn’t know if he had a thing for...guys. “i mean i think chad is open to anyone but i don’t think he just feels like telling anyone” mindy explained. you spotted him dancing with ethan landry who you have met a few amounts of time but found him a little awkward. you built the courage to go talk to him after taking two shot of tequila. “hey guys how’s it going?” “y/n, it is going great. just here with my buddy ethan landry about to catch a meal!” you could tell chad was totally drunk out of his mind and asked him if he wanted to go back to the apartment and rest. “nah i’m fine. you ain’t gotta worry about me. im A-okay.” he began to stumble his way back into the kitchen for more shots and that when you realized things weren’t gonna end well. you grabbed him and told him it would be best to go home. he agreed and the both of you left for home.

the walk from the party was only a 5 minute distance. while on the way home, you had to keep a hold of chad and make sure he didn’t fall straight on the floor. soon enough, you two had finally arrived at your apartment. you walked to chad to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. “do you want anything? water? ginger-ale? “a water would be fine for now. my head feels like shit” “i’ll get you a tylenol too.” soon after, you came back into the room with the water and tylenol. while chad was resting, he had taken off his cowboy hat and you decided to put it on. “you know you look pretty cute with my hat on.” “aww thank you. you look pretty cute just being you.” you cringed at yourself for the middle school compliment you just gave him. “haha, thank you for that wonderful compliment” while the two of you talked, chad mentioned that he had wished he was with you during the party. “oh come on, you don’t mean that.” “i do tho y/n. i mean, you’re the only one that really knows me besides mindy of course. ever since you’ve moved in with me, i’ve just fallen in love with you. your smile, your personality, everything about you just makes me feel so happy.” you took note that chad was still pretty drunk but you started to tear up at what he was saying. “i-i don’t know what to say. i mean, i’ve kinda felt the same for you for a pretty long time now but i didn’t know if you were into guys or not and i just didn’t wanna push any boundary or make things awk-” he pulls your face towards and leans you in for a kiss. the two of you continue to kiss for a good 5 minutes before pulling out to breathe. “how was that?” chad asked you but you were still panting for air which chad found hot and kinda turned him on. “that was really good. it would be even better if you did it some more.” he answered your request and grabbed you onto his lap. you began to grind on him and he started to feel on your waist while you started to kiss on his neck and muscles. you took your shirt off and he started to kiss on your chest which made you moan in pleasure. as the night continued, the two of you had finished your make-out session. “so, does that mean we’re together?” you asked chad while you laid on top of his chest. “we’ll have to see. kinda want to test the waters first.” you laughed and kissed him and began to fall asleep. “yeah, you’re mine pretty boy.” he admired you and played with your hair as he too started to fall asleep.

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #male reader #malereader #male reader insert #Scream VI #scream6 #scream x male reader #mason gooding #mason gooding x male

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bradshawssugarbaby · 1 year ago

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Timeless - II (Bob Floyd x Reader)

A/N: Hi besties! Lil early birthday treat from me (I'm hoping to write part three on my birthday but we'll see) with part 3!

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining, OC's mom meddling but it's cute, Bob swears like once.

word count: 1.8k

one - two -

The Taylor home was practically humming with noise as your family prepared for Thanksgiving festivities together. Your mother was in the kitchen, channeling her inner Food Network tv personality as she made the holiday meal. Your younger brother was home from college, and your teenage sister had brought a friend over for the day to meet everyone and watch the hours-long football marathon that began early in the afternoon that day, following the thanksgiving day parade. Just as the Commanders were taking on the Cowboys, your doorbell rang. Despite there being several other people in the room with you, you appeared to be the only one able to hear it ringing. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you stood up to answer the door. In your doorway stood Bob, in a football jersey and jeans, a casual look that you remembered well from high school. He laughed softly as you answered the door, a warm, friendly smile on his face.

“Hey Krissy, Ma sent me over to see if your folks wanted any pies, she made these apple pie tarts and she made enough to feed the entire naval base, but I don’t think they’d fly back with me very well.” He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Although, I’d love to show Hangman what a real apple pie tastes like. He swears the ones in the store are the same thing. You’d think being from the south, he’d know better.” He laughs again, his cheeks blushing as he speaks about his current life.

“Hangman? Your friend’s name is…Hangman?”

“No, it’s a callsign, all of us have one. His real name is Jake. Then you have Bradley who goes by Rooster, Natasha is Phoenix-”

“Ok then, what’s yours?” You raise an eyebrow with your arms folded across your chest.

“Bob. I got kinda confused when they asked me when I first started…so I told them my nickname and it stuck. Although now if you ask Hangman, he tells you it stands for “Baby on Board” because I’m the youngest out of the team.” He shakes his head laughing softly before looking up at you, his deep cobalt blue eyes meeting yours. God, you could get lost in those eyes for hours.

“I’m sure my mom would appreciate them, she’s sort of up to her eyeballs in cooking right now. I think she’s aiming to compete with yours for who can make the most food,” you laugh as you step aside to let Bob in, “Come on in, we’re just watching football, Ma’s banned us all from entering her kitchen.”

Bob laughed and walked inside your family home, the home he was so familiar with as a child, where you’d play hide and seek in the different rooms, sipping lemonade on your mother’s porch swing on the veranda out front, sneaking treats upstairs to your room when you were little, hiding while you devoured them way too close to dinner time. Helping you sneak in through your bedroom window late at night after a party you weren’t supposed to be at, driving you home in his dad’s beat up old pickup truck that had a habit of always getting stuck in the mud.

Your house hadn’t changed hardly at all since your family moved in all those years ago. A coat of paint here and new furniture there and that was about it - it was almost identical to how it was when Bob was inside it last. The time he’d taken you to prom because your date canceled on you the day before. Bob had seen you crying at school and was comforting you the entire drive home that day, and he had offered to take you, because he hadn’t found a girl he’d like to ask yet. Part of you felt like Bob just felt bad for his best friend and didn’t want to see you upset, but the other part of you had hoped it was because he wanted to ask you.

“Bobby Floyd, how’re you doing? ‘Suppose we should be calling you Lieutenant now, shouldn’t we?” Your dad’s booming voice echoed through the house as he greeted Bob. Bob smiled warmly and nodded his head once as he spoke.

“I’m great, Mr. Taylor, and just Bobby is fine, I don’t really use the rank outside of work. We both know my Mama wasn’t going to be calling me Lieutenant when I got home,” Bob let out a hearty laugh as he turned to greet your younger siblings, “Wow, Megan, haven’t seen you since you were about 5 or 6, you must be like, 16 now? And Nate, Ma said you just graduated college? What did you end up going for?”

As Bob played catch-up with your dad and siblings, you quietly excused yourself to the kitchen where your mother was. You noticed your mother’s sly smirk on her face as she kneaded the pie crust she was working on.

“I hear Robert’s come to see you?” she hummed as she set the crust in the baking dish, trimming the edges as she spoke, “That was awfully sweet of him.”

“Mama, don’t start,” you warned quietly, shaking your head, “I told you, I don’t think Bobby feels that way.”

Your mother sighed and wiped the flour off her hands onto her apron, shaking her head. She gave you a pointed look. “Kristen Taylor, you know that Robert’s had eyes for you since he was six years old - don’t think that he’s changed his mind.”

“What makes you so sure? What are you, an expert in how he feels now?”

“I may not be, but I’m very good friends with someone who is. And she tells me that Robert specifically asked how you were doing and if his mama had seen you recently. You don’t ask about a girl after 10 years unless you want to see them, Kristen.” Your mother laughed softly as she put the pie in the oven. After a moment of silence while you tried to wrap your head around this new information, your mother shook her head.

“Kristen, his mama and I just want you kids to be happy. But let’s face it, he didn’t come here just to see if we wanted some extra apple pies. And his mama did not “accidentally” make too many.”

“How did you know why he was here?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow as you folded your arms across your chest, watching your mother intently as you awaited a response.

“I can’t reveal all my secrets to you now, can I, Kristen?” Your mother smiled warmly as she looked towards the doorway. You followed her gaze, turning around to face Bobby, his cheeks turning pink as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning his hip against the door frame. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, a nervous habit of his for as long as you’d known him, and smiled.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor, you look lovely, Mama wanted me to come by and see if you wanted some apple pies…but I’m guessing she called you ahead of time to tell you?” He laughed awkwardly, obviously having heard the last half of your conversation.

“She did, Robert! And congratulations, it sounds like you’ve become quite the accomplished Naval lieutenant while you’ve been gone. Your mama’s been filling me in on what you’ve been up to. She’s very proud of you, but I’m sure you know that already.” Your mother nodded her head as she smiled.

“I do, m’am, she’s very glad I’ve come home for a few days. I don’t get leave too often now with everything going on back on base, but I try to come home when I can. Last few years we just went to Texas and met halfway at my brother’s house in Austin. This year though my brother and sister have brought all the little ‘uns up here, so poor Ma’s got all 3 of us kids up here, plus my brother’s two and my sister’s two, and their partners. It’s a bit of a full house. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to escape when she asked me to come by.” He laughed softly, “I love my nieces and nephews but boy, do they know how to tire you out.”

“I can imagine! Actually, while you’re here, could I steal you to help Kristen for a moment? I need the serving trays brought down from the attic, but I can’t trust Nate to carry them without dropping one, and Megan’s terrified of going up there,” your mother laughed as she discreetly shot you a smirking glance.

“Oh, I’d be happy to, Mrs. Taylor. Krissy and I’ll get them down for you.” Bob smiled as he took your hand playfully and went off upstairs with you. It felt just like old times, his hand leading you up the stairs to the attic where the two of you used to hide and play in as kids. You’d turned it into a clubhouse of sorts for the two of you growing up, a sanctuary away from the chaos of having a big family and school work and chores - a place for just the two of you.

Bob sighed happily as he looked around the attic. The two of you had so many memories of being in here together, and for you, it felt like they all came flooding back at once.

“God, I haven’t been in here in years,” he said as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Remember that time you hid up here when we ate all of your mama’s apple pie she’d baked for the school bake sale? She was madder than a wet hen, and we thought hiding up here would be the smartest choice. Then, sure as shit, she found us laughing and covered in apple pie filling.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “We both got grounded for that one, I think that was the first time my mama ever had to ground me, and it was because of you in the first place!”

“Hey, I didn’t make you eat it,” you laughed as you held your hands up innocently. “I just encouraged you to join me. Not my fault that you did.”

Bob shook his head and smiled thoughtfully at you, his eyes meeting yours once again. You hadn’t noticed how closely you two were standing to one another until now, your bodies only a few inches from each other, close enough to feel each other’s body heat radiating. You instinctively bit your lip - your own nervous habit, and Bob gently stroked your cheek with his hand. He pulled you in closer and smiled softly.

“God, I’ve missed you, Kristen.” He said as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand still gently stroking your face, “I really, really missed you.”

#lt. robert floyd x reader #lt. robert floyd x you #lt. robert floyd #lt. bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x you #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #lewis pullman #not cm #top gun fanfiction

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kenny-power · 2 years ago

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Johnny cade x winston!reader where dal actually sees how happy reader makes him xox ❤️😘😝😍

How happy

J.C. x Winston!Reader (REQUEST)

Warnings: Language

Fluff, established relationship, word count: 1.8k

A/N - Hi babes! I hope I did this request justice <3 I accidentally made it a lil long, but oh well! Please please please send in requests, I love them!

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If anyone were to ask me to describe my brother, “understanding” and “patient” would not be words I would use. Now, “overprotective” and “irrational”? Those are words I’d use to describe him.

Dallas Winston cares for only 2 things in his life; his baby sister and Johnny Cade. However, I don’t think he’d appreciate us being together. Which is why we have to sneak around behind his back. Dally just wouldn’t understand.

So it’s totally not wrong to be climbing out of my window right now, with full intent to meet up with Johnny at the drive-in. Not wrong at all.

Johnny and I have been dating for a few weeks now, but despite the relationship being new, the concept of us was not. Since high-tailing it out of New York with my brother, me and Johnny got along like fast friends. He was always the one who I went to when my brother did or said something to piss me off (which was often). Whether I was running from the cops or the socs, I knew I could always run to him. Likewise, anytime his folks were giving him a hard time, I’d be there. No matter the time, no matter where I was, I’m there for him.

He’s been the love of my life since before I even knew what love was.

And that’s why I just can’t tell Dallas. He wouldn’t understand. To Dally, I’m still the same 10 year-old kid that arrived in Tulsa with him, looking for a new start. Never mind the fact that I’m practically a grown-up now. I can legally drive and everything. Nope, to him, I’m still his kid sister who’s afraid of the dark and always asks for the extra pickle off his plate.

Sure, life would be easier if I could tell Dal about me and Johnny. For example, I wouldn’t have to climb out of my window like I am right now in order to see Johnny. We would also be able to go on date, all proper-like, without Ponyboy as a chaperone to make it seem less date-y. But I can’t. Not only because Dally would have a conniption fit if he found out, but also because Johnny asked me not to tell. Not until he had at least a little time to work out a possible escape route. And who am I to tell Johnny ‘no’?

So, sneaking around is the only solution. And I’ve gotten pretty good at it, or so I thought.

Johnny and I usually try to go to the drive-in for a date at least every other week. It’s not like we’re obsessed with watching movies, that’s more Pony’s thing, it’s just one of the only things we can do together without being too suspicious. Usually, Pony tags along with us, sitting a couple of seats away to give us at least a little bit of privacy. But Darry wouldn’t let Pony come out with us tonight - something about homework or studying, I don’t know - so tonight is one of the rare times that it’s just me and Johnny. I love nights like this. Nights where we can pretend everyone already knows about us and he can take me out like he wants and I can spoil him like he deserves. But for now, it’s still just pretend. I’m not really sure what movie is playing, some sort of western, but eventually I get tired of sitting around and get up to go get popcorn.

“Hey doll,” Johnny protests when I untangle my arm from his, “where you going?”

“Popcorn,” I say before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Wanna coke?” He smiles back at me, blushing.

“Thanks baby.” He says. Leaving my coat in my seat, I make my way to the concessions stand. It was one of those nights where it started out warm but eventually got pretty cold. So, I brought a jacket just in case.

The concessions line wasn’t too long, but it was still several minutes before I started to make my way back to ours seats. However, I quickly ducked behind a trash can when I saw my big brother making his way towards Johnny and the empty seat next to him. The seat that still had my coat on it. Well, shit.

Johnny was sitting quietly in his seat, waiting for you to come back. This was his favorite kind of night - one where it was just you and him. Where you guys could just be a couple, without the fear of what your big brother would do. Now, don’t get him wrong, Johnny respects the hell out of your brother. How could he not? Dallas is the toughest greaser around who’s willing to do anything to protect his kid sister, even if that means thrashin’ someone who get a little too close to her. And that scares the hell out of him.

It’s not like he wants to keep his relationship with you a secret. There’s just never a good enough time to bring it up. What’s he gonna do, waltz up to Dally and say “Oh, by the way, I’m madly in love with your sister and plan on marrying her one day.” Johnny doesn’t think he could even try to run fast enough to escape Dally’s wrath after saying something like that.

But, if Johnny knows one thing, he knows that he loves you. More than life itself. He loves you so much that he’s willing to face the devil called Dally if that means you could be his forever. He’s just gotta work up the nerve to talk to Dallas.

As if God (or the devil, depending on how you look at it) was listening to his inner thoughts, a heavy hand came down on his shoulder - shaking him from his reverie.

“Johnnycakes! What a surprise, man. Didn’t think I’d see you here. I thought Pony couldn’t come out tonight?” Johnny nervously lifted his eyes and made saw the very person he was thinking about. Dallas. Well, shit.

He cleared his throat nervously.

“H-Hey, Dal. What’re you doin’ here?” His was dry, the words sticking to the inside of his mouth. Dally scanned the crowd of other movie-goers before responding.

“I’m lookin’ for my sister. Apparently she didn’t think she needed to tell me where she was tonight. So’s, I’m just lookin’ in all the usual places. Have you seen her-” Dally paused, clocking what was obviously his sister’s jacket in the seat next to Johnny. “Hey, man! Are you on a date?” Dal clapped Johnny on the shoulder appreciatively. “So, who’s the lucky broad? Where’s she at? Anyone I know?” He started scanning the crowd again, trying to find you.

Johnny laughed nervously, “I guess you could say that.” He too began looking around, to warn you.

Dal stopped looking around and peered at Johnny’s face, which he was sure was as red as a tomato by now. “Whaddya mean by that? You guess?” He squinted at him. “It’s not Sylvia is it? I told her me and Steve’d beat the tar outta her if she was sniffing around you again.”

“No, no!” Johnny said, a little too loudly. “It’s not Sylvia. Swear it, I wouldn’t ever mess with her.”

“Well, spit it out man. Why’re you bein’ so secretive?” Dallas leaned in closer to Johnny, fighting to keep the grin off of his face.

I watch from behind the trashcan as my older brother starts to get in Johnny’s face. Not good, not good at all. So far, there hasn’t been any yelling or signs of anger from Dal, but knowing him, it was only a matter of time.

Staring intently at the pair, I wait to make my move. (Whether that be high-tailing it out of there or going to rescue Johnny, I’m not sure yet.) Then, I make eye contact with Johnny and see him give a tiny nod. Guess that means it’s time to fess up. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself for the incoming conversation. This probably wasn’t going to be pretty.

I walked up to the boys, carrying a popcorn and coke, trying to smile brightly (but it probably looks more like a grimace).

“Hiya, Dallas. What’s new?” At the sound of my voice, Dal whips around and glowers at me.

“Don’t give me that, you little shit. You snuck out. I’ve had enough with chasing you around town to make sure you don’t get killed or some shit like that.” Staring back at him, I don’t say anything. Instead, I move around him, put the food down, pick up my jacket from the seat, and sit down. Then, just because I could, I grabbed Johnny’s arm and put it around me. Not breaking eye contact with my brother the whole time. Johnny was tense beside me.

He clocked my intentions instantly. The bad part about growing up with him is that he is almost always able to read me to a T.

“So,” he started, tensely, “so this is why you sneak out all the time? To hang out with Johnny without telling me? What, do you think I’m stupid, or something?” His voice was getting louder, anger increasing. Oh no. Maybe I shouldn’t have acted like that. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” That caught me off guard.

“Me?” I scoffed, incredulously. “Why am I an idiot?” Dal chuckled.

“You really think I wouldn’t notice my kid sister acting as if she was in love or something? Baby, I think I could pinpoint the exact moment you two started going steady.” I paled. Apparently I’m not as good of an actor as I initially thought.

“Are you mad at me, Dallas?” I asked quietly, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Aw, hell kid.” He sighed. “No, I’m not mad. I just wish you woulda told me. I can see how happy he makes you” He turned a pointed finger to Johnny, who was quiet and pale this whole time. “You. Have her home right after, no messing around, got it?” Johnny nodded.

“Ye-yes, I got it.” Dal smirked, satisfied. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out 5 bucks and handed it to Johnny.

“Take her somewhere to eat after. Then, get some sleep. Cause in the morning, you and me are gonna have a talk.” Then, he turned to leave. I jumped up out of my seat.

“Dallas!” He stopped and turned back to me. I gave him a hug. “Thank you.” He ruffled my hair.

“Yeah, whatever kid. Go back to your boyfriend.” Pushing me off of him, he left. I made my way back to my seat.

“I guess that wasn’t as painful as it could have been.” I said, tucking myself back under Johnny’s arm.

“Yeah, that’s what you say. I’m the one who has to talk to him tomorrow.” I giggled and pecked him on the cheek.

“Oh my poor baby boy.” He blushed, but turned his head to face me.

“You missed,” he whispered, and leaned his head in to kiss me deeply on the lips.

#kenny-power #Johnny cade x reader #the outsiders imagines #Johnny x reader #Johnny cade imagines #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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A lil party with the Step 3 crew

Takes place sometime during Step 3. You, Cove, Terri and Miranda get high with Baxter at his condo. Just a fun little silly little time.

"It appears as though I may have been a bit of a bad influence," Baxter said lazily, staring out and your friend group.

It was quite the understatement.

You, Cove, Terri and Miranda were gathered in the living room of Baxter's condo, and you were all really, really high.

You had been having a beach day, enjoying each other's company as you messed around on the shore, when the two boys in the group found themselves in another pissing contest. They were naming things they had done, sort of "bad boy" things -- it was cute, you thought.

Cove mentioned a night earlier that summer, right after you'd graduated high school and before Baxter had moved in. You were all at Miranda's house when her big brother, Jude, came in, high himself. After a bit of teasing, he'd agreed to let you all try smoking weed under his expert supervision.

When Baxter heard the story, he laughed and revealed that he had a little supply of his own that he'd gotten from one of his connections, just in case he made friends and wanted to have a chill little get together. And that's how the five of you ended up sprawled around his condo, having such an occasion.

"Am I -- like, am I OK?" Cove asked, looking around at everyone nervously. "I feel kind of like my head is about to pop off and float away, is that ... do you guys feel that?"

His anxious eyes met yours, and you grinned, making your hand into a claw and attaching it to the top of his head. "Lemme screw it back on for you, bud," you told him, making squeaky noises and pushing his head down.

It seemed to make him feel a little better, but then Terri gasped at him and started moving her eyes upward.

"Cove, your head!" she exclaimed, clapping a hand to your chest. "Catch it, it's going to hit the ceiling and burst!"

"Stop it!" Cove told her, half joking and half frightened. He put his hands on his ears and tugged them down, just in case.

"Now now, it isn't nice to tease," Baxter chided, smiling.

"Hey B-Man, I gotta ask -- why do you talk like that?" Terri asked, moving her focus over to your newest friend.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean," he replied in a way that proved he knew exactly what she meant.

"You sound like a ghost that died in this house a hundred years ago and the cleansing ritual isn't working," Miranda, who had quietly been playing with the hem of her shorts until then, cackled.

"Yeah yeah," Terri laughed, excited at the new game. "You sound like a panic at the disco, except instead of a disco it's a Victorian tea party, get it?" She leaned over to Miranda and whispered, "It's got layers."

Baxter argued, "I think I'm a bit more mild-mannered than a 'panic,' wouldn't you say?"

You snorted. Being the one who knew Baxter best, you knew all too well how much of a mess he was.

"Very well," he smirked, taking a break to watch Cove lie down and put a cushion over his face before asking you, "Do you have a comparison you'd like to offer?"

"A zebra in an opium den," you told him, smiling proudly.

His face scrunched up in laughter.

"And what might that mean?"

"Shh, don't question it," you told him, leaning over to sloppily place a finger over his lips to shush him.

His trademark smirk returned, and he playfully nipped at your finger.

You launched into a fit of giggles so intense that you almost didn't hear Cove, muffled by the pillow still over his face, say, "You sound like Oscar Wilde if he was a douchebag."

#olba #our life beginnings and always #cove holden #baxter ward #our life #olba mc #olba cove #olba baxter #olba terri #olba miranda

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fullfledgedemo · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1 / part 1

Pairing: Rafe cameron x OC / JJ maybank x OC

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drugs, typical obx stuff; (remind me if I forget something)

Summary: Skyla is JJ's older sister. Growing up together they were inseparable. A short while after going to school she met her best friend Kayla. She would convince Kay to join her and the pogues. But Skyla would be strongly invested to make her dream of going to art school come true, that she didn't notice her best friend totally falling for her brother. On the road to her dream she accidentally crosses paths with the Kook prince himself. Maybe he's not that bad after all?

Word count: 2.5K

AN: This is the first part of chapter 1 from the series ~

Skyla

The fire cracked as we all sat around. Most nights would contain drinking, goofing around and long talks with each other. With we I mean the pogues.

And on such nights I felt safe like nothing in the world mattered, no rules, no complicated relationships, not knowing what to do with my life.

As I sat there gazing into the fire I felt something cold lightly hitting my thigh. Looking down I noticed it was a can of beer.

"I think you need another one", my brother laughed as he sat down next to me. I took the beer he rolled over to me a second ago pouting "Now it's all shaken up".

"Nah all good see", he gestured and took the beer off my hands. Clicking open the can tap a gush of beer poured out making a mess. I shrieked and JJ quickly drank from the can preventing further spilling.

"Duuuude", I said, complaining as I tried to dry myself off. So much for my fresh shirt I put on an hour ago, now wet and reeking with smell of hops.

"Sorry", JJ laughed and handed me the beer. I snipped on his forehead. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, holding his head. Snickering, I took a swing of the beverage. Sometimes he could be really goofy and annoying but he is the best brother to me anyway.

As I looked in the distance I saw our friends near the shore. "What have they been up to?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Kie talked about a night swim but it seems like a change of plans", he looked in their direction seeing Kayla gesturing 'Too cold' and grinned.

When they took off earlier to test the water temperature I decided to stay by the bonfire. Smiling at my brother hugging my knees I softly said "You can't leave me alone for like ten minutes?"

He looked at the sand, making circles with his beer can. "Gotta watch out for ma sis" JJ explained, nudging my shoulder gently.

A warm homely feeling filled my heart. Getting myself a little closer I laid my head on his shoulder as I uttered "Love ya bro". "Love ya too Sky", he murmured and patted my head softly.

Suddenly there where people howling

Bewildered, we looked up noticing some guys in fancy clothing sitting a couple of feet away from us. They were obviously drunk and in the back stood a much more fancy car, which would make the twinkie cry silently.

"Kooks”, I snorted. JJ was looking annoyed, adjusting his base cap. "Yeh got there a few minutes ago".

The drunk Kooks were trying to flirt with the girls, meanwhile making fun of Pope and John B.

Taking another sip of the beer I watched the scene unfold in front of us. Kayla and Kie distract the kooks with some smalltalk whilst Pope and John B snuck behind their fancy car.

A little confused, I stood up to get a better view "What are they doing?". JJ observed everything carefully.

"Lil prank I guess", he grinned as I rolled my eyes. "Can't we just ignore them for once", I laughed. I loved to play pranks at the 'high society' people of figure 8 but this evening was all about having fun and mostly chilling.

But before JJ could even answer my question we heard people screaming. Next thing that happened was a car rolling down the beach. Running over some stuff the kooks put up, it nearly hit someone in the process and finally stopped at the shore.

"What the hell", I muttered. The girls took off running in our direction and shortly after them John B and Pope.

"Start the twinkie!", Pope yelled, waving his hands in the air. “Oh..I..fuck gotta go quick”, JJ stumbled in the car's direction as I panicking took some of our stuff and threw it in the backseat. He nervously started the twinkie while waiting for our friends to arrive.

"The fuck happend!?", I screamed as Kie and Kayla arrived first. "Short story. Dumb idea", Kayla clarified as she jumped in the twinkie. “C’mon guys! “ Kie screamed at the two as she also got in the back where Kayla was.

Behind the boy's I saw three angry guys running after them and yelling "Fucking pogue trash you're dead!".

Just in time John B and Pope jumped in the van as JJ took us out of the heated situation in a full blast.

"I thought you wanted to poke a hole in the tire or something not nearly killing them!", Kiara yelled at the boys catching her breath. “Nobody got injured ok!? “, John B exclaimed.

Kayla panted adjusting her hair “You're just crazy.. “” We didn't mean to do that, it was an accident”, Pope justified.

Turning around to face them in the back I yelped "You undid their handbrake accidentally!?".

We all argued with each other till the twinkie got to an abrupt stop. "Shut the frick up guys!", JJ yelled and everybody went quiet. He paused for a second just to turn around with a smirk on his face "That was hilarious" he added. Now all of us started laughing, relaxed and were glad that nothing major happened.

Next morning after everyone crashed at the chateau I woke up early. Making my way over to the kitchen I took a big heap from a glass of water. Alcohol just dries you out so much. Searching for some leftovers to make some breakfast I suddenly heard some floorboards screeching. Turning around I found Kayla standing in the doorway rubbing her eyes.

"Since when you've been awake?", she yawned. Closing the fridge I fumbled with some bowls "Not long but I woke up really hungry so I strolled in here to scavenge for something edible", I laughed.

Kayla smiled and looked around finding Pope and John B snuggling on the couch. They sure looked peaceful like that.

She chuckled and gestured to the boys "Did they fall asleep like this?". "Dunno but they've been sleeping like rocks" I added glancing at them. "They look like an old couple", Kay whispers and I was holding a laugh back.

I poured everyone a water with some aspirin and handed Kayla a glass "Can you bring one to JJ outside? He's sleeping on the porch bench" "Sure", she smiled as I gave her a glass.

Kayla was the only one who could wake up my brother without getting him mad. Whenever I tried to wake him, he only threw stuff at me. Mostly Pillows, but one time he accidentally threw his phone and it landed on the wall beside me. He cried like a little baby for hours apologising to me and his phone.

Kay went outside so I went to Kie who was sleeping in the bedroom and woke her up. "Rise and shine sweetheart", I sang as I nudged her shoulder. Groggy from the past night she rolled over and looked at me with a face which spoke volumes "Why did I agree to a night out when I need to help at the wreck", she groaned.

Smiling, I handed her the water with the meds "Well because you love us and also like to have fun you know". Rolling her eyes she took the water from me and laughed.

"Thanks Sky" "No prob, also I'm sure Kayla could take you with her later so you don't need to bike all the way" “That would be nice”, standing up now I finger gunned at her making my way outside again. Kie cheered at me and dunked her water.

Pope was standing in the kitchen silently greeting me with a slight hand gesture. Better not be too loud I thought because knowing how he hates loud voices after drinking. So I winked at him and continued on my way to the porch.

John B was sitting with Kayla and JJ who had a bubbly conversation despite the long night we all had. "I should've snatched that juicy radio before you sat off the brakes", JJ pouted and fumbled with his cap.

Leaning on the railing I glared at him "You two should've been more careful I mean what if an animal got injured"

"They only animals who were around were those stupid country club gorilla's", laughed John B and got a light shove from Kayla as she giggled.

I kicked my feet over the railing and sat on it "Maybe they are an endangered species", I said sarcastically and grinned at them.

JJ took out his sunglasses putting them on upside down mimicking a kook "Oh no, which pastel clothing would go next time with my fancy golf bat".

Everybody laughed extraordinarily at the same time as Pope and Kie got outside. "Geez keep it down guys", Pope sighed as he rubbed his head. "One day I get Sky to make you some noise-head protection hat so you don't cry like a baby all the time", Kayla laughed, pinching Pope's cheek playfully.

Which caused him to roll his eyes. Kie leaned beside me on the railing and grinned "I hope it's all clay and stuff".

I laughed frantically imagining a whole helmet out of clay on his head.

"Sooo K. Lynn I've heard you're driving out later on?", Kie asked. "Yeah I got a text yesterday that the manager of the yacht club needs me to make some errands for her '', she sighed and took a sip of her water glass.

"Oh ok, can you throw me out at the wreck please?" "Sure no problem", she smiled. JJ leaned back on the bench extending his arms "Well Imma do nothing today except some sleeping" JJ putting his cap over his face looked somewhat peaceful.

"Same dude", John B chuckled, making his way over to the hammock. Those two would definitely not bend a finger today.

Pope sighed standing up catching his stand a little "Well I might check on Paps he said he got a big load coming in today" The Haywards always got really busy around that time of the year.

"You wanna come along too?", Kay asked him. "That would be nice, yeah", smiling as he rubbed his neck. Kayla looked at me pondering

"What's your plan whilst the boys sleep the whole day away?" "Hey I've heard that", JJ poking her side and giggling as she swatted away his hand.

"Hmm not much, maybe looking for some extra work, I really need the money", I said, biting my lip. Sometimes I helped out at the wreck but it wasn't much. Maybe my dream would come true. If I had enough money maybe I could afford going to art school. But for now that was a wild dream.

"I could ask the yacht club manager if she got some free spaces", Kay shook her shoulders. "That would be great", I added though the thought of me serving some stuck up kooks weirded me out. Still I wanted the money so I needed to get my shit together.

(cut to next day at Skyla’s work)

“Skyla, can you please take the order at table nine?”, my manager asked. “Sure”, I smiled, putting away some dishes to dry.

Kayla got me a job as a bartender at the island club. It wasn't as bad as I thought. Most times it was pretty chill, but it was the end of june and tourists came floating in at evening hours. But I was kinda glad that it wasn't a job at the yacht club because the thought of massaging some rich people grossed me out way too much.

As I made my way to table nine I recognised some familiar faces. Topper Thornton, Rafe Cameron and Kelce Smith were sitting on the table I was sent to get an order from.

I've only heard from stories my brother and friends told me how the kook prince and his friends behaved around ‘normal people’ like us. And that they despise each other to the guts.

It was none of my business who hated whom unless they actually hurt my friends. So it was just natural to act friendly and normal anyway while I was working.

“Hello and welcome, what may I get for you? “, I asked them, smiling and holding up my notepad to scribble down their orders. They weren't paying too much attention, so I gave a little cough.

The dark skinned male named Kelce now looked at me and started smirking. “Well I like to order an ice cold mai thai”. Topper added not looking up from his phone “And an long island iced tea”. I wrote down the boys' drinks and looked at Rafe, waiting for his order.

He let his gaze drift over me and down on the table again only to snap back and stare a little at me. “Uhm I take a whiskey on ice”, he quickly added. “Three ice cold drinks, got it, I'll be with you in a second”, I beamed at them and turned around to get their drinks.

It wasn't much context but till now they seemed pretty normal to me. A few minutes later I had their beverages prepared and ready to take out.

Arriving at the table I began putting down the drinks in order. Kelce was smirking at me again saying “Thanks cutie, you're free afterwards? “. A little startled I looked at him and let out a breathy chuckle. “I feel flattered but I got stuff to do sorry”, I said nervously tucking a loose hair behind my ear.

I didn't liked getting directly asked out, in front of so many people, especially not at work. Also I'm pretty sure he was looking at me like I was his prey.

“Yo Kelce its a little early to be hitting on girls don't you think? “, Topper asked his friend, laughing. Kelce glanced warningly at Topper and back to me smiling. “Thats a shame cutie”, he said.

Rafe glimpsed at me over his whiskey, only to be grinning to himself silently. I excused myself and went rather quickly to the kitchen.

Seeing my coworker Nina prepare some dishes I leaned beside her on the counter and sighed. “Why are some boys such playboys ugh”. She smiled at me and declared “Well looking at a pretty face can cause some guys to go full feral mode ya know”.

Laughing I rolled my eyes and helped her finish the dishes. “Well I wish they would at least have the decency to do it after work”, I grumbled. Nina chuckled and asked “Talking about boys, are you coming to the fourth of july party tonight?”

Our managers would be fully occupied with the guests and since we got that day off, we would be basically invisible to any of the staff. That also meant free drinks for us that night.

Maybe I would sneak off down the pier for a little smoke. “Yeah why not, could be fun”, i smiled and went back out continuing with work.

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