#like travis maybe...i would've liked that

[pissfaggit]

his little story is making me lose it

[autism-swagger]

Local girltwink in her boydyke era

Closeups under cut

[killa-trav]

wouldn't be surprised if Netflix approached kelce for the series but he turned it down tbh

oh they definitely did ask kelce to do it and he was like nah your good i don't do reality tv after the catching kelce shit

also in quarterback the whole thing is like yeah you got the on field action but it's based on the off field stuff in terms of recovery, private life etc etc so i can only assume travis was like your good for obvious reasons. like yeah it would've been very interesting to see him during a season especially this one with his 2 injuries, this being a 'down' season the constant retirement rumours, his relationship and the chiefs being written off but it is what it is and he's very honest on new heights with how he feels about the games so there's that

[rayaverra]

Jealousy Unleashed // Luke Castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

genre: angst

request: Hi, could you do Luke castellan x fem reader where the reader makes Luke jealous? Thank you!

summary: you and Luke had an argument, and now you try to break his silent treatment by making him jealous.

warnings: probably language

wc: 1k

notes: I had many ideas of how to approach this, but I decided to make it a bit angst. hope you like it :)

english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes.

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You and Luke were a beautiful couple, but just like all couples, there was problem in paradise. You didn't argue a lot, but when you did, oh boy! You were both too stubborn and, above all, too proud to admit your wrongs. This time was no different. After a stupid argument (that neither of you remember the cause of because it probably was something stupid), Luke was giving you the silent treatment. He had done this before, but he never lasted longer than a few hours because neither of you could go very long without talking to the other. But this one had been going on for almost two days, and you wouldn't let it pass.

You were at the bonfire sing-along with the Apollo cabin, blatantly talking and laughing with anyone who wasn't Luke. When he attempted to get your attention from across the bonfire, you glanced at him, then turned back around to continue your conversation with Charles.

Luke crossed his arms, gritting his teeth. "Stay calm," he thought to himself. "She's just talking to Beckendorf. He's like four years younger than her."

Just when he started to cool off, you stood up from your seat. He watched as you walked your way to Nick, a boy from the Athena cabin, closer to your age. His blood started to heat up.

In all honesty, you were just talking to him to piss Luke off. It was an awful thing to do—you recognized that—but maybe he needed to suffer a little before you forgave him. Plus, maybe this would make him break his silence and actually talk to you instead of glaring like a little kid from across the room. If Luke wanted to hold a grudge, you would too, and you knew he wouldn't apologize unless you took action.

And of course, you refused to be the one to apologize first.

The Stolls walked over to Luke, picking up immediately on their brother's increasing anger. Connor poked Luke's arm and almost jumped back when Luke gave him a look of murderous rage. "What do you want?" Luke snapped, looking over Travis' shoulder as you leaned toward Nick a bit more. "I'm a little busy, as you can see."

"Totally!" said Travis, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe you should just apologize to her instead of glaring at the back of her head while she talks to Nick." Connor said, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"Who isn't exactly ugly, by the way." Added Travis, reminding Luke how most of the girls at camp consider him attractive.

"You don't know her like I do, so you wouldn't understand. Now go do... whatever you were doing, I told you I'm busy." Luke waved them away with his hands and returned to his previous activity of glaring at his girlfriend, arms crossed, and a childish pout on his lips.

"Yeah, busy pretending you don't care about your girlfriend while pretty boy over there is making openly flirtatious comments towards her." Connor nudged him.

"If I were you, I would apologize now, before she and Nick get even cozier over there," Travis pointed towards you and Nick, who were sitting incredibly close. He had one hand twirling a stand of your hair, the other resting close to your knee.

Luke was furious; in a cartoon world, he would've turned red, and steam would've come out of his ears. He quickly made his way over there before you could even blink, forcing himself in between you both and sitting down right there. He leaned into you, wrapping an arm around your waist, before turning his head toward Nick and raising his eyebrows.

"That looked like a nice conversation, mind if I join you?"

"I don't think it would make much of a difference if I said no," Nick said. The smile he had on his face while he was talking to you had vanished.

Luke smirked, shaking his head. "Nope," he replied, taking your hand in his. You didn't protest; you knew this was his way of saying he was sorry and that the real apology would actually come out soon enough, that is, when Nick stood up and left. Except, Nick stayed in his seat, narrowing his eyes.

"You're not a very good boyfriend, are you, Castellan?" Nick fired, and, oh gods, you could almost see a vein flickering in Luke's forehead. "Since when do you control who your girlfriend talks to?"

Luke pulled away from you, clenching his jaw. His fists tightened, and his eyes narrowed with fury. "Watch your words, Anderson. You're treading on thin ice." He warned, his voice low and dangerous.

You leaned forward, placing one hand on his shoulder and using your other one to relax his tight fist. "Hey, cool it down," you said softly. "This isn't the time for a clash."

Luke visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping as he gave you a small smile, grabbing your hand tightly.

Nick stood up, a smirk on his face. "Well, that's adorable. A girlfriend having to calm her boyfriend down from murderous fits of rage. How cute."

You held Luke's hand tighter, and his previous anger was replaced with a smirk of his own. "Think whatever you want, Nick, but at the end of the day, there's one thing I get to do, and you don't," he said in a triumphant voice.

"And what's that?" Nick asked with the minimum interest.

"Kiss my incredibly beautiful girlfriend." Luke said, tangling his hands in your hair and pulling you towards him, pressing his soft lips to yours. His inner self did a victory dance when you deepened the kiss, your own hands moving to his cheeks.

"You're such an asshole sometimes," you told him when you pulled away. It wasn't a lie; even Luke himself knew it. But he didn't really care, and neither did you.

He had gotten Nick to walk away and had gotten you to forgive him, all in one shot. Plus, he made out with you, which was always a bonus.

[madebyrolo]

Goosebumps

Rafe Cameron x reader

She/her

summary: becoming parents in toppers parents room.

warnings: smut, alcohol and drugs.

obx masterlist

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7:30

The clock read in Rafes truck. Y/n and Rafe were on their way to a Toppers party. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a grey tube top paird with small boots and Rafe with a black t shirt and grey cargo pants with grey dunks.

They soon arrived to the house, colored lights beaming through the window, Travis Scott blasting loud enough you can hear it from down the street.

As Rafe parked in the driveway, he got out opening the door for his girlfriend. Giving her a hand as he helped her down and out the car leading them both inside. They went up stairs meeting up with Topper, Kelce greeting one another. They sat in a more secluded room, with just them and random people in the corner doing lines. They had a bottle passing it around amongst them getting the party started.

"So where's Sarah?" Y/n asked after not seeing her

"She dumped his ass for a pouge" Kelce laughed taking a hit from his vape

"Damn that's tough man. I thought you would've lasted longer than the rest" she giggled while taking a shot.

"With John b too" Rafe added

"Wait isnt his father yk... like.." y/n motioned a knife slitting her throat.

༺☆༻

"Yes he's gonna soon end up like his old man if his friend don't stop tryna start shit." He said with pure venom

“Chill out Topper, beside her lost. You were my favorite, you’re kind, sweet and a hell of a golf player” she praised him

"Thank you y/n i appreciate..." he said looking down twiddling his thumbs

"Hey hey no tears! We're at your fucking party man. You have many girls around take your pick. Get your mind off of her and hella maybe even fall in love." She said rasing her hands

"Yea Top, maybe their drunk enough not to think it though" Kelce told topper earning a hit the back of his head.

“Come on let’s get get shit faced” Rafe said getting up and the rest following him.

They soon joined the party down stairs taking shots with groups of people. Y/n grabbed the pink plastic shot glass filled with Don Julio, and a piece of lime. She tilts her head up letting the tequila slowly go down her throat burning every crevice then sucking the lime between her lips. While Rafe talked with his buddies y/n headed to the kitchen to fix herself a drink. She grabbed the Malibu bottle took a shot for herself put at least 4 in a red solo cup, then added 1 part pineapple juice and another part cranberry making a “pink pirate”.

She headed to a different room, filled with random strangers until the alcohol sets in. After she finished her drink she was finally buzzed, she started dancing with the girls hyping each other up and cracking drunk jokes soon become party besties. The smell of weed and alcohol filled their nose and the strobe lights, smoke, and alcohol affected their vision. Everyone in their fantastical drunken haze.

A couple minutes passed by and Rafe realized y/n wasn’t in the room, so he left and went to go find her. He searched room from room soon finding her on the 1st floor next to the kitchen. He spots her with girls he did not recognize as her friends. Y/n was grinding up on one of them her hands through her hair and eyes closed smiling feeling the rhythm. He watched her closely making sure there wasn’t anything too crazy going on, although he wouldn’t mind watching he knew how drunk y/n was for her to be like this.

His eyes took in every inch of her. The way her breasts slowly were peaking out her shirt, the skirt riding up her thighs with her ass barely out. Her hair fell perfectly on the sides of her face and a drunken smile plastered her face. Her body moved perfectly with the beat of the music, sliding into the other girl's frame, with her hands on y/n hips. If they were both in the right mind state he would be insanely jealous right now.

Y/n starting taking more shots with the girls, he watched as her tounge swiped against another girls shoulder as they placed salt on it, downing her shot following with some juice being poured down her throat by another. Rafe soon joined in, he walked towards his girlfriend grabbing and pulling her by the waist engulfing her in a soft yet heated kiss. The other girls were cheering them on offering him a shot. One of the girls grabbed the shot shaker and made y/n lean back before dumping a bit on her boobs. With that, he did what she did.

He looked at her with lust in his eyes, sending a smirk before putting his face down on her breast. He kissed them before sliding his tongue slowly across them licking up the salt. The feeling of Rafes mouth touching her sent goosebumps down her body like a little virgin. He soon downs the shot like water, demanding another doing it all over again.

Soon the whole room goes back to their little dance party after many shots. Rafe and Y/n dancing together, chest to chest with y/n grinding on his leg. His hands on her ass holding her against him as they star at each other with a playful smirk plastered on Rafes face. He starts kissing her going down to her neck leaving small bites that will definitely leave a mark for her to cover up tomorrow. Y/n tugging his hair with his face deep in her neck, his breath and wet kissing making her let out small groans out her lips.

He lets go soon letting her dance freely. He gets a hold of a blunt, and join a group of dudes in the corner talking about their sports and their cars and guy things while their girlfriends dance with each other.

But Rafe could not stop staring as his girl. The way her body flowed with the music, her ass grinding on another girl, the way her hair fell on her face perfectly and her sweat made her body glisten as the lights hit her.

Y/n looked up locking eyes with Rafe. The stone cold look on his face that was pleased yet with a hint of jealousy. Y/n grabbed the girls hands and touched her body, guiding the hands all over her. Eyes locked with Rafes. She smiled while his jaw clenched while he smiled.

Soon the other guys staring paying attention to the two girls, borderline porn fantasies playing right in front of them. One of the dudes managed their way behind the other girl so now it was 3 of them grinding eachother. They soon passed y/n a shot and placing the salt once again on the girls breast. Rafe watched the scene unfold as the boys and girls watched in hunger with more cheering with the song One Call by Rich Amiri playing in the room. Y/n downed the shot like it was water and her tongue latched on the girl as she threw her head back with a moan.

Rafe walked up to y/n spinning her around grinding on her as they all continued to dance. Their bodies melting together and their hands intertwined. Rafe sent small kisses behind her ears as his hands were between her thighs.

“Let’s take this somewhere else yeah?” Rafe whispered into her ear.

“Mhm baby.” Y/n slurred out.

Rafe led them out the room. Y/n followed behind hand in hand as they went up the stairs. Rafe walk into the master bedroom locking the door behind them. Immediately y/n laid down as Rafe walked over towering over her as she giggled.

“Come here pretty boy” she said as she pulled him by his shirt between her legs.

Wasting no time Rafe staring pulling down his pants as they kissed while y/n pulling off his shirt. She threw it to the side as he pulled her skirt up, ripping her panties off.

“I’ll buy you news ones doll.” He said as he pulled off her top throwing it with his clothes.

He took his fingers placing them on her clit, in the letter “R” motion. At first, when he started doing it y/n thought it was impractical but she soon find out it was the perfect clit and lip convo.

Kissing with moans in between as y/n starting to grab his dick stroking up and down. Begging with her hips as she bucked them into his hands.

“What did I say about using your words kid.” Rafe said in between kisses.

“Mhm I know sorry Rafey” she said as she was being stimulated with his hands.

Rafe put two fingers in without earring warning to tease her for his dick.

Going in and out feeling her juices and her walls clenching over his two “small” fingers.

“Mmm baby please” y/n barley let out.

“Baby please what ?” Rafe asked playing dumb

“Baby please,” she said in between moans, throwing her head back so deep into the feeling her his finger being able to reach her g spot hitting it perfectly.

“Fuck me Rafe.” She finally got out.

Rafe immediately took his fingers out, grabbing his dick not even taking his time. He shoved his rock hard dick into her.

Feeling her tight all around him like it was their first time sent him over the edge. He was starting to go at a slow pace trying to tease her but soon found it impossible.

Going at a medium speed, both in a moaning mess. Y/n nails digging into Rafes back as he pounds into his girl.

Soon enough y/n gets richer and tighter around him.

“Rafe Im close.” She says between moans.

As with that, he started doing faster. Hitting her g spot harder and harder with each thrust. Groaning with the pressure on his tip.

Him also reaching his high. As y/n finally finishing Rafe keeps going faster. Y/n knows he’s about to cum so she starting rubing her clit getting off just by the looks of Rafe completely pussy drunk.

The way his bangs fall in his face and the sweet beads all over his body. The smell of beer and sex fills the room.

With each thrust getting sloppier y/n wraps her legs around Rafe. Bet fingers get faster and faster reaching her high as she feels Rafe twitch inside her.

“Finish in me.” y/n says

and with that he did. Both finishing together as their juices mixing together inside her pussy.

Rafe falls right beside y/n, both catching their breaths.

A couple minutes later they finally got their clothes on, cleaning up in the connected bathroom.

As they walk open the door they are meeting with Topper.

“Did you guys just have sex in my parents bed?”

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★

Didn’t think smut was this hard to write as a virgin.

Sorry for any typos!

[danisbrainrot]

tell your boyfriend

natalie scatorccio x reader

warnings: cheating (sorry not sorry, travis), reader being a shitty person, angst

ever since I found out this song was actually about a woman, I don't know why, but I immediately thought of nat. I can't explain it LMFAO.

it had been weeks since the plane crashed, and the team was condemned to suffering in the wilderness. it was lucky lottie had found the cabin in the first place, but as you swung the axe high in the air, before bringing it down with a resounding crack, you started to wonder if life would've been better if you died in the crash.

you were starving, delirious and weak. there was no sign of a rescue team—who knows how long you'd have to spend out here. watching natalie and travis walking back, hand in hand, you felt yourself growl quietly to yourself. it wasn't fair that travis, who'd never talked to nat before the crash was dating her, but you—who'd loved her for years—were forced to watch from arms length. the sight wasn't made any better when you noticed the absence of meat.

everyone was teasing the two of them, causing you to storm off into the forest. you couldn't help but find everything unfair. falling for a girl who liked a boy—knowing if you were a boy, she'd love you.

kicking over a pile of leaves, you took out your anger on the forest. you hadn't even noticed natalie, until you almost pegged a rock at her (you'd meant to get the log). "oh my god, I'm sorry nat," you exclaimed, running towards her to see if she was okay.

she snorts, moving closer to you. "feeling hangry?" she teased, taking a seat on the log you were aiming at previously. you sarcastically laugh in response, taking a seat next to her.

"joke all you want, if you spent less time fucking travis and more time looking for animals, I wouldn't be destroying the forest," you snap, feeling your stomach begin growling. nat's eyebrow raised teasingly, eyes pointed at your tummy. it's timing was uncanny.

"we're not fucking," natalie replied, making your heart race in excitement. "I mean, I'd like to. . . but he can't get it up."

knowing this was your chance, you took advantage of this information. "maybe he's gay?" you reply, trying to sound as earnest as you can. you nudge her side, "no straight man could resist you," you wink at her teasingly, receiving a soft shove to your shoulder.

"I've always trusted your gaydar. . . but I don't think this is it," she mumbles in response, leaning forward and placing her chin in her hands.

there was a beat of silence, as you desperately try to come up with a plausible explanation to break them up. "you could always ask coach, I'm sure he'd know all about gays," you joke.

nat turned her head slightly to face you, "you're right. maybe I should—" your heart sank, realising that she was seriously thinking about it.

"have you thought that maybe he's interested in someone else? and you're just a distraction," you blurted out, wishing you could take it back immediately.

nat scoffed, standing up, "yeah, thanks. that makes me feel fucking fantastic," she snapped, stomping away.

"nat! I'm sorry!" you called out, but she ignored you.

«—(♥)—»

later that night, you found yourself in the storage room, with your stomach growling. you knew that mari was hiding some berries in here and you were so hungry that you no longer cared about stealing.

the sound of creaking behind you made you jump in fright, whipping around to let out some excuse when you realised it was just natalie. "oh, I thought you were mari," you mumble, turning back to continue your quest.

"looking for her secret stash?" she asked, you tried to work out if her tone was curious or teasing. "it's behind the box there."

when she pointed in the direction, you side eyed her, wondering how he knew where it was. glad that she'd shown you, you decided not to ask. you pulled out a large white bucket and hungrily opened the lid, only to be disappointed at the contents. "she's letting them ferment?"

you turn to face natalie, who shrugs, "it's not that bad. it's pretty strong though, just made purely out of berries, makes you get drunk quicker," she explains; you snort at her, shaking your head.

"you'd have a lot of experience with being drunk," you snipe.

"hilarious, you know you're so funny, you should think about joining snl," she replied sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.

you sighed, putting your head in your hands. "I'm so hungry, nat. I can't keep living like this," you whisper, on the verge of tears.

natalie sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. "it'll be okay, I promise. travis and I are heading to a new place tomorrow, we'll find deer there, I'm sure," she soothes. you lay your head on her shoulder, playing with her hand on your thigh.

"a new place to hunt? or a new place to fuck?" you snapped.

narrowing her eyes at you, she scoffed and got up, "you know, I liked that you weren't like the others, that you never slutshamed me. . . I guess you're just like the rest of them," she replied, leaving you alone.

you knew it was stupid to take your unrequited feelings out on her, especially because she didn't owe you romantic love. however, it killed you watching her fall in love with travis—and the hunger eating you away wasn't making you a nicer person either.

tentatively scooping some of the berry juice in your hand, sipping it, when you heard mari approaching. in a panic, you'd never put something away so quickly.

«—(♥)—»

natalie trudged through the forest with travis in defeat; the gun slung over her shoulder serving as a reminder of her duty as hunter—a duty she was failing. their eyes were still peeled for any deer, hopeful for any last minute catches. however, it seemed like all the animals in the forest knew about their plans.

groaning, nat put her head in her hands and sat on the log. "this is fucking stupid," she grumbles, ignoring travis as he took a seat next to her.

"maybe we should stay put here, just for a little while," he suggests, his thigh brushing against hers. nat rested her chin against her knees and offered him a weak smile.

neither of them noticed you, hiding in the bushes, having given up scavenging for berries. they'd been gone for three hours, leaving everyone else in the cabin to search for food—and for what? it seemed no one would be eating anything. . . meat or fruit. the disappointing view of just the two of them made your stomach growl, reminding you of how long you've gone without eating something substantial.

stepping on a twig accidentally, you winced as both their heads snap in your direction. "you're following us now? disappointed to see we aren't having sex?" natalie sniped, getting up and walking towards you.

showing off your basket, you know that she wouldn't believe you even if it's true. "just hunting for berries, figured they were further out than usual," you mumble, taking a step back the closer she got.

it wasn't until you were both face to face, your chest heaving and trying to look tough, that natalie smirked. "I get it, you're hungry, but you don't have to follow us," she teased.

you rolled your eyes, "travis, can you give us a moment?" you asked, your heart racing as you come to terms with what you're about to do.

travis scoffs, looking at nat for confirmation, who only gestured for him to return to the cabin. in shock, he sent her an odd look, before standing up, and walking away silently.

natalie turned to face you again, "what did you want to talk about?"

"i wanted to apologise. you're right, I shouldn't be slutshaming you because I'm hungry. . ." you pause, wondering whether or not you should continue. desperate to tell her about your feelings, you could feel your heartbeat raising impossibly fast. "it's actually so stupid—the real reason I was mad at you."

natalie raised her eyebrows teasingly, placing her hands on her waist and smirking at you. "let me guess, the real reason is that you like me?" you stare at her stunned, "please, you don't think I know? I'm not Jackie," she laughs. you feel a blush coming across your cheeks.

sliding her thumb through your jean loops, nat pulled you closer to her, until your chest was pressed against hers. "how'd you find out?" you whisper, looking up at her in awe.

"because I may or may not feel the same about you," she mumbles, her lips inches from yours.

"what about travis?" you ask; nat shrugs in response, finally pressing her lips against yours. initially, you freeze, not kissing her back, until she gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place, encouraging you to kiss her back passionately.

wrapping your hands around her neck, natalie pulls away for a second, "I should probably tell my boyfriend," she whispers. you raise your eyebrows in shock.

"tell him what? that I'm your girlfriend now?" you teased, eliciting laughter from the blonde. she nodded, before placing her fingers under your chin and pulling you in for another kiss.

[judeyswife]

not what i’m looking for. — jude bellingham x reader. II

genre : angst

word count : 928

note : hii lovies, this is official part two of the series not what im looking for !!! (part one) please let me know of what yall think in the comments! there will be a part 3 guys so don't worry, but it'll probs be a wrap up for this mini series since i want to get started on some other fics too + made a few format changes and writing from author's pov this time -- but thats it! enjoyyy! requests box always open !!

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"i'm sorry"

it's horrendous how fast people switch up. or i'd say men, in this case. it's been roughly about six months since that conversation had happened. it was honestly one of the worst days in your whole life. i mean, yeah you'll get through it. but why? every once in a while you think about what did she have that you didn't.

but this is a topic that hasn't been brought up in about a month. and a certain individual isn't mentioned anymore in your life thank the lord.

you have gone to a beach house near where you live with a few of your best friends, layla, jess, and liv. yall needed this vacation after months of torture. or studying.

they've been with you since day one. truthfully you'd say who needs a relationship when you have your homegirls?

"Y/N, come here right fucking now." -- layla screamed from our room in the house.

you could literally think she had been getting murdered with the way she was screaming honestly.

"oh my god what!"

"whats his name posted a fucking video of missing someone LOOK."

who? jude.

you sit next to her curiously taking her phone from her hands in order for you to take a look at the tiktok she was trying to show you.

( for the sake of the story, jude has tiktok xoxo )

you were shocked. who genuinely who would've though that he'd actually miss us? it didn't even sound right thinking about it.

"maybe it's about her layla" you shrugged getting up to grab your water bottle from her desk.

"are you stupid girl, he's obviously thinking about you, i mean look at his caption." - 'didn't think a situationship could hurt more than an actual relationship' don't be a fool y/n"

liv and jess had entered the room a few minutes ago listening to the conversation making liv enter the conversation.

"ain't no way he has the nerve to do that bullshit on social media"

you stood there listening to them diss jude for about 5 minutes straight. but your lost in your thoughts. i mean, why would he ever miss something he supposedly never had? it's genuinely so draining and confusing.

"guys just drop it, its whatever. lets just go hang out at the hot tub, i really fucking need it"

your friends just looked at one another not saying a single word. they knew better. not to make you sound like a maniac or anything, but they knew how you were with bottling up your feelings. jude was a sensitive topic for you. they didn't want to be the cause of ruining your vacation over some dumb tiktok captions. they simply agreed with you and started getting changed to go out the the hot tub.

•

it had been a few hours since you last seen your phone and you're now inside getting ready to have dinner with the girls and settling down. so you took these few moments, unlocked your phone and checked out what you had missed.

you furrowed your eyebrows trying to figure out who this number could possibly belong to. since you and layla are sharing a room for the trip, she was getting ready at her vanity and noticed your confused expression.

"y/n what's up?" -- asking you meanwhile putting a face mask on.

"i don't know, this random number just texted me with my name i'm just hella confused"

"that's weird. ask who it is obviously"

you nodded listening to what she had advised you to do.

you had this conversation silently without saying a word to layla about who this "mystery person" was. mainly because you wanted to fight your own battles. i mean you basically already had jess and liv involved. not that your mad at them or anything, you know they want what's best for you. clearly they're on team jude. those girls.

"who was it?" layla said getting up from her chair to grab her phone from the charger near her bed. "no one important, they got the wrong number and person" you honestly don't know how she believed you. you hate to admit but you were feeling jittery after having that conversation with jude after so long. even if it was barely a conversation.

you hated that you needed to lie to layla, but you truly believed it was honestly for the best. when you and jude were talking, they knew every single detail about the relationship you had with jude. and by they i mean your friends and his friends. always involved. one of the main issues why miscommunication was lacking horribly in your relationship. so that's why you want a new beginning. not just to "lie" to your friends but to feel the sense of control in your life. even if tomorrow was the last conversation you had with jude, you wanted to keep the moment to yourself.

•

without saying a word to anyone, you and jude had been chatting it up all night. just a catch up with each other. you guys went from telling every detail of your day to each other, to not saying a single word for months to each other. it felt nice being able to slowly regain that comfort you once had when you guys would text or facetime all night long.

you were honestly praying for the best in tomorrow's conversation, you had no idea what it could lead up to.

but the overthinking was done on your pillow all night long, plus his texts of course.

[pigcowboys]

About the confession fic.

PLEASE IM STARVING FOR IT.

Thank you.

Ps.( I need more percy headcanons from you they're so good LORD YOURE AMAZING).

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader

summary: part 2 to this fic part 3

warning(s): blood, injuries, rough housing, cursing, SLIGHT jealousy, unresolved feelings whoops.. & mutual pining (they're just a little slow..)

a/n: HAHAH TYSMMM <33!! i wanna write more so badly but so much is going on with school i just haven't found the time.. :( (i have something in the works actually!!)

"are you okay?"

you jumped at the sound of grover's voice, waving his concerns off with a dismissive 'just fine'. and you were, for the most part at least. or as fine as you could be with the camp currently split in two on account of the disappearance of the young nico di angelo.

you weren't especially close with him - well, not as close as he would've been with his late sister. though, you had your fair share of moments with him.

while percy was away from camp on his quest with everyone else, you became to unofficial babysitter for the boy. taking on the role you assumed his sister had to play for him during the time they were together. and it was fun. you didn't have any siblings of your own so the thought of having your very own younger one just dropped at your feet was awesome to you.

well, it was till percy and the others came back and nico's seemingly never ending cheerfulness faded with the information of his sister's untimely death. it's things like that which reminded you of why being a half-blood was so dangerous.

she didn’t deserved to die that young - shit, nobody deserved to die that young..and in that way?

it's so..fucked.

"do you know when they said they'd be back?" you asked grover, turning to look at him since the first time you began to speak. he gave you an unsure shrug. "mm..soon? i'm not too sure," he turned to look past the camp entrance. " i wouldn't worry about it though, they'll be fine."

"you'd be surprised the amount of shit percy can get himself into.." you said to nobody at all. grover seemed put of by your uncharacteristic brooding. he spared you a glance before parting ways with you to do whatever it is he had to. you didn't want to do anything right now but sleep.

for whatever reason you'd taken it upon yourself to try your best to help out with every single thing you could around the camp, touring new comers, cleaning the pegasus stables - you even assisted the stoll brothers in cleaning the hermes cabin after someone (travis) had let a couple of gerbils loose in there as a prank.

it wasn't funny. you glared daggers at travis for weeks.

maybe you were trying to preoccupy yourself or maybe you genuinely felt like helping - you weren't sure. or maybe you just missed..something.. or maybe someone? you looked towards the front entrance.

yeah..you did.

you hadn't gotten any time to think about the weird interaction the two of you shared a few weeks ago yet, it was always fresh in your mind somehow. percy was so weird. it felt like since that day you'd started to see him less and less than before. could you believe it? this guy, someone you considered to be your best friend had been blowing you off!

what a dick.

worst part was the fact that whenever you did see him, he was almost always with annabeth. annabeth, annabeth, annabeth. i mean, they couldn't of even asked you if you wanted to hang out? why were they always together? always whispering to each other and avoiding eye contact when you'd meet their prodding gaze. it was so weird..

the last straw had to be when you'd overheard them talking one time. you didn't mean to eavesdrop, you just heard your name in passing and it instantly grabbed your attention.

"so..you're going to do it?" annabeth asked

"i guess."

"come on! don't be like that - you're going to scare her off if you're not passionate. about it"

"do girls..like passion?"

"obviously! you have to make her feel important." annabeth tutted. "you guys never get these kinds of things."

"you sound like one of the hunters.."

"hm?"

"nothing."

why were they talking about girls? did percy have his eye on someone? is that why he was avoiding you? he..liked someone and didn't want to tell you. but, he told annabeth about it.. and not you? you were offended - very offended. how dare he not share his feelings with you! the nerve of some people. it wasn't the fact he didn't tell you that hurt the most, it was the fact he'd told someone else before you. why was this the way you had to find that out? who else did percy tell..?

the idea of it all flooded your thoughts and refused to leave it for days after days. it might've been the real reason you were brooding so much. you stopped dead in your tracks as you looked over yonder. ares campers, and they seemed like they were preparing for something. your breath caught in your throat as they noticed you, a sneer forming onto their faces as they made a beheading motion, dragging their thumb across their neck in a threatening manner.

oh wow, capture the flag. your favorite.

"is too late to run back to my cabin?" you asked nervously, lacing your boots before standing up groggily. percy turned to look at you with a frown. "you gonna be okay?" you didn't spare him a glance, opting to fix your breastplate properly as you stared ahead.

"yeah, i guess." the corners of your lips curled as you made eye contact with another ares camper nearby who seemed to stare you down like a fresh piece of meat. your stomach turned as you clutched your shield tighter, exhaling shakily.

percy stared at you silently, looking forward at the line of campers then back to you. you turned to face him when you felt his hand brush against your own. he didn't react to your head turning, only leaning forward to grab your hand and hold it tightly.

you looked down at where your hands were clasped together then back to percy. he looked back you, a shaky smile making it's way onto his lips as he squeezed your hand tighter.

"for reassurance," he explained, lips tugging into a small smile. you nodded like you understood what he was doing, turning back to face in front as you tried your best to stay focused on not dying.

as so as the match started you were almost hit with an arrow, courtesy of the apollo campers, you concluded. your shoes scrapped the ground as you ran for cover, mud caking onto your shoes as your legs went as fast a they could.

you could hear yells and chants behind you as you dodged the botany of the forest, ducking down to hide behind a larger looking log as you waited for the opposing team to run past. your lungs hurt and you were pretty sure that arrow had just barely missed your face because there seemed to be a small slash on the side of your right cheek. as the sound of the footsteps grew farther and farther you moved out again, running past the log as you made your way to the East Woods.

A hushed whisper of your name caught your attention as you took notice of Annabeth who seemed to be trying to blend in with the surrounding woods.

"jeez, are you trying to get killed?" her eyebrows furrowed. "those ares campers are betting on this match." she rolled her eyes. "those brutes, you'd think they'd try to have some kind of sympathy for the people they hurt." she seemed to ramble on about something under her breath to which you did not hear nor care to even hear.

"where's percy?"

annabeth gave you a look. "i don't know," she looked to her right wearily. "i thought he was with you."

something in your stomach stirred. you'd just seen percy at the start of the match..what happened..? you frowned, moving from annabeth's hiding spot as you planted yourself onto the ground once more, equipping yourself with your weapon once more as you held it close to your chest.

"what do you think you're doing?" annabeth exclaimed. "you can't be out in the open like this, there's barely any cover. you'll be attacked."

"everywhere in this forest is the open."

"you know what i mean." annabeth sighed. "look, i've got a plan but, for to work we've gotta wait a little, okay?"

"what plan?"

"i can't tell you all of it right now." she frowned. "just follow my lead.."

you weren't too trusting of annabeth's plan yet you complied, following after her as she moved from her hiding spot, meticulously through the forest. she was quick on her feet and you tried your best to follow her example but it was harder to recreate with your mud ridden sneakers.

it happened quick, you barely registered the sound of a flurry of arrows being set off at you and annabeth, the two of you ducking out of the way as you took to your feet sloppily, running for your lives. your heart pounded as the sound of 4 different pairs of feet chased after you. annabeth panted harshly as she looked around in a flurry, grabbing your wrist as she made a sharp turn right into the weapon of an ares camper.

they raised their sword and swung down viciously without restraint. your shield was barely able to block the attack, swinging back as you put distance between the camper and annabeth. she seemed shaken up but still readied her weapon, steadying her helmet on her head.

you stared at the ares camper with furrowed eyebrows. "is it true you guys are betting on us..?"

he didn't reply, rushing forward to swing. your shield cushioned the blow yet the rather old material seemed to shatter slightly under the weight of the swing. what the hell did these campers eat?

you threw your shield to the side, backing away steadily as you steadied yourself. annabeth stepped forward as well, swinging at the camper with precision, trying her best to block the harsh slashes. you tried to catch your breath, bringing your hand to your chest as you raised up your head shakily.

you merely stepped forward for a minute when another camper rushed towards you, knocking into your body with full force as you flew to the side, slamming against the tree face first. your nerves could barely register the pain as your collapsed onto your side, falling right onto your right arm.

you cried out in pain, reach forward to clutch your arm as blood smeared against the sleeves of your clothes. you curled into yourself as your body grew heavier and heavier. you could remember the faint sound of yelling before you finally blacked out, losing consciousness.

you woke up gods knows how much later in the infirmary. your ears were ringing and your chest hurt. how long had you been in here? a few hours? a few days even? you looked around the room wearily, nobody else had been inside - it was practically empty. you tried to stand up but took notice of the fact your arm was bandaged.

what exactly happened..?

the door to the infirmary swung open, gaining your attention as your head snapped towards the figure that opened it. your eye widened slightly when you locked eyes with percy. he seemed surprised you were awake, his eyes glinting with a spark of concern.

"hey.."

"hey." you two said in unison. silence fell over the two of you as percy idled in front of your bed for a moment before pulling up a chair and placing it near your bed, sitting down on it as he gazed at you with worry.

"did you just wake up?" percy asked, trying to seem normal.

"sadly," you exhaled. "i would've liked to sleep a little longer."

"well, you were out for a while." percy said absentmindedly. "i - uh, we were kind of worried about you."

"thanks." you smiled slightly, raising your head to peer at what it was he was holding in your hands. "what's that?"

"ambrosia," percy replied, fishing out a small cube from the pouch. he held it towards your mouth, waving it around slightly as he waited for you to lean forward and bite it.

"you know i can feed myself, right?"

percy frowned. "why can't you just let me be nice?"

you didn't reply, shuffling forward as you opened your mouth, allowing percy to slip the treat into your mouth. your mouth swirled with the best flavor imaginable as you sunk into your bed with a sigh, turning your head to the side to gaze at percy who looked at you wearily.

"how long was out for?"

"pretty long, you broke your arm and a few other things when you fell," he tucked the pouch into his hoodie pocket. "those ares campers are so.."

"insane. can't believe they were betting on people's lives." your eyebrows furrowed. "isn't that fucked?"

percy hummed in response and the two of you grew quiet again. you stole a glance at percy taking notice of the slight eyebags on his face and the redness of his nose.

"annabeth told me everything," he paused. "i'm sorry i wasn't there."

you shrugged. "it was no big deal, i mean, i'm still alive, right?"

percy leaned forward in his chair, bringing his elbow to rest on the cover of your bed, bracing his head in his palm. "yeah but," he paused. "i don't know what i would've done if you didn't manage to bounce back." you stared at him quietly as he seemed to zone out.

"i don't know what i'd do with myself if you ever got hurt."

your eyes widened as you registered his words, your lips curling upwards. so, maybe he didn't hate you.. you sat up in your bed slowly, bracing against the pillow you were resting on as you turned your body towards percy.

"that's not gonna happen," you paused. "..again." percy smiled yet still looked slightly distressed about the whole situation. you reached out to cup his cheek, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you stretched them outward as far as you could.

"hey man, don't worry - i'm going to be fine, stop brooding now."

percy grunted rebuttals in response, exhaling when you finally released his face with a tired giggle, readjusting yourself to lay down on your bed as you settled in with a hum. percy rubbed his cheek soothingly, leaning forward to admire you.

you didn't register he was staring at you till you turned to your side and locked eyes with him, heart beating in your chest as the two of you stared at each other in silence. percy broke the eye contact, placing his hand on yours that laid still on the bed as he interlocked them.

you gave him a quizzical look as you squeezed his hand.

"it's for me." percy smiled sheepishly. "i wanna know that you're okay."

you didn't say anything only smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes, slowly fading out of consciousness as you dozed off clutching percy's hand.

[kvtnisseverdeen]

This is my humble take…

Joe Alwyn was Taylor’s best boyfriend. She knows this and her fans know this. But he demands actual work and accountability. Taylor is a white rich conservative girl first and foremost. And she’s very narcissist. Joe is the first boyfriend of hers to put actually limits on how her public personal affects him and their relationship. And she liked dating him at first because he was private and reserved and she was desperately trying to scape the industry and she found the most non-industry British man ever. She liked that security and knowing he didn’t attract that much attention. Then, she slowly gained her reputation back on track and realized that she could finally go back to being the person that plays for the media again. And yes, maybe her relationship with Joe was slowly fading — it happens a lot. But she clearly says in her lyrics that wanting to be shown off in public is one of the reasons too. Because she likes that every relationship she’s in gets consumed by her fans and the media.

And Joe Alwyn required her to go and do some work on herself! He comes from a very activist family. He was the one that made her be more open about social activism. It was because of him that she tried to do the bare minimum like encouraging during elections, have more racially diverse people on her music videos and tours, and do a very cringey job at supporting lgbt rights. But it was at least something…

Isn’t funny that the moment they broke up she went back to being very problematic? The climate terrorist that she’s been for the pass year and then wanting to sue people for spreading her private flights information (knowing this is public information). Then dating that racist man that mocked woman of color and admitted to watch what he did, being quiet about the war that’s going on, and the lame and immature issue she created over some of Olivia Rodrigo’s songs (a literal new artist and teenager at the time) to the point she cut total ties with her and her next man being a very typical conservative macho man that seems to love the attention just like her. She’s back at being who she’s always been…

“Your integrity makes me feel small” Yes, Taylor, indeed. I am glad you know this too.

oh you absolutely have said it all. this is extremely well said and on point.

i find it so odd that most swifties can't pinpoint that the real issue between joe and taylor was taylor once again giving into the industry and being a rich white capitalist which is something joe is not and does not want to be, and most likely caused the demise of their relationship. taylor herself has said this in her songs (like the lyrics in peace, as you said). so yeah, maybe she wanted marriage but joe probably wasn't comfortable marrying someone who had completely different morals than him which is his right. let's be real here.

and oh the relationship between her and travis probably set her "redemption arc" far back than ever. she really was finally speaking up on so many matters and now she's dating a problematic trump supporter, giving into the media frenzy with the NFL, and has done no activism despite having the biggest platform. i think what sucked the most was her being times person of the year and using it to talk about travis and how she wasted 6 years of her life being private. so disappointing. and the cherry on top are some of the lyrics from ttpd (ex. 1830s racism lyric) like WHAT?

another thing swifties misinterpret is that no one would've known joe if it wasn't for taylor and that he's living off of his songwriting credits from folklore/evermore. joe who is notoriously low-key and has stated he just wants to be seen as human never used taylor for clout and has avoided saying her name in interviews, even after the break-up. not because he didn't love her, but because he did not want to feed into the media frenzy. and if all eyes are on him, he's using it to make a statement about palestine which is amazing. sure, you may not have known joe alwyn if it wasn't for taylor but he never used taylor's fame to make him more famous. and might i argue, it was taylor who despite releasing positive songs about him sometimes didn't defend him (like in the folklore sessions where jack antonoff was obviously being rude to him? or how she told her fans not to go after john mayor releasing speak now tv but didn't say anything for joe when her fans have been harassing him like crazy?)

on the other hand, we have travis kelce who has most definitely brought her up in every capacity like on his brothers podcast and let's be real, most of the swifties didn't know who travis was (i didn't!) unless they were football fans. we saw proof of that when NFL sales and viewership was significantly higher. so yes, travis is using her name for clout and feeding into the media frenzy. and then you have swifties saying he loves her and supports which yes, can be true, but you cannot deny that taylor and travis' relationship fed the media, fed the NFL, and diverted attention from more important issues like gaza. and while taylor and travis had their eyes on them, they didn't use it to do any good.

so yes, you are right. joe was taylor's best boyfriend.

[stoat-party]

I’M DEEKPOSTING AGAIN, RAILROADIES

Deacon’s relationship with children(/his own lack thereof) is one of the most fascinating and understated pieces of character development in Fallout 4. I’m maybe too hg&:ghlkd@ to create a unified narrative here, so I’m just gonna make a list of details from the game and let you interpret from there.

Obviously he directly says that he and his wife were trying to conceive before she died. We don’t know whether it would ever have been possible, but, most likely, neither does Deacon.

He’s the only companion besides MacCready to love it if you share your grief at losing a child with Blake Abernathy. Also, as far as I can tell, he’s the only one to love it if you tell Miss Edna that children need love (and that love conquers all).

He seems to have some aversion to the subject of children, however (at least pre-war children). In the abandoned nursery he says, “When you’re done here, I’d like to leave,” in a very unDeaconlike tone. He also says he hates playgrounds.

At max affinity he has a very sweet line promising to help you find Shaun. I’ve never heard him say it so it could be cut content.

Reaction to rads: “Great. I didn't need to have more children.” (Yeah okay you liar)

He has two different pieces of dialogue that make it sound like he would have been interested in being a teacher. “So teachers, all they did was teach, right? They didn't farm or run shops or run guns on the side? Wow.”/“If I wanted steady work I would've stayed a teacher.” (Yeah okay you liar)

There’s a very cute conversation where he gets intel from a little girl (possibly Meg?) who’s his informant. To all of our devastation, the man is great with kids. Considering that and his dialogue with Travis, I think he’d be an amazing dad.

He also seems to have a good relationship with Shaun. He pulled out his “actually I’m a synth” lie with Shaun, but knowing Deacon I’m guessing it’s to prepare him for the eventual realization that he’s a synth himself.

[idk when this dialogue triggers, possibly also in radiation] “If I keep tromping around here, guess there won’t be any little Deacons scurrying around in the future.” I really hope this isn’t a joke and he still has hope of being a father. He’s obviously not interested in the player character, but that doesn’t mean he’s ruled out remarriage. He’s been a Railroad agent for over fourteen years, so he probably feels like he’s running out of time.

[catquenn]

I want to see more of Annabeth's, Silena's Clarisse's, Katie's, Grover's, Chrises, Travises, Connor's, Charles, and maybe Percy's too, friendship.

Don't get me wrong, I love the rest of the Seven Reyna, Nico and so on, but them...

Annabeth would talk sh!t about her crush on Percy to girls

When Percy and Annabeth were gone during Capture The Flag, in Battle Of Labirynt the rest would made sure, the search party wouldn't go near popular make-out spotts

Girls would've help Connor with his crush on Malcolm

Grover and Connor would third-wheel together (not always)

Ladies would have girls nights very often (they would make Clarisse to join them) (sometimes with Lou Ellen, Juniper or Thalia too), eventually Connor would be a part of those

He would tell Charles and Travis what Katie and Silena said about them (the rest was in denial of theirs feellings)

Charles was the only person Percy told about his crush on Annabeth

Annabeth and Chris would be besties

Same with Silena and Travis

Clarisse would pretend that she doesn't care about them, but beat up people if they said something mean to or about them

They also used to be really close with Luke, before Percy came to the Camp, and Luke betrayed them

Grover would be really protective of Annabeth, thinking that he failed Thalia and Luke, so he didn't want to fail Annabeth too

They would steal each other clothes

Like Percy got a pair of new shoes? The next day Travis walks around in them

One day Chiron cought Annabeth in hoodie she stole from Percy, who stole it from Charles who stole it form Clarisse, who took it from Chris, who took it from Silena, who took it from Katie, who took it from Travis, who stole it from Connor, who took it from Grover's closet (Who got it from Juniper, who bought it with Lou's money she borrowed from Malcolm, who on the other hand, got it from Lee Flatcher, who found it in Michael's Yew jacket, who got it from Will who found it on the street)

During the Titans Curse they adopted Nico

[thoughtdaughterdisease]

okay, so i was thinking about what type of music each one of the avengers would play in the car/quinjet, so here are my thoughts !!

Tony:

Mostly AC/CD obviously, Led Zeppelin , Styx, some lynard skynard, mostly like 80s-90s rock, (or if you get lucky, some milli vanilli.)

Steve:

Yes, a lot of 40s music, feat. Taylor Swift, Marvin Gaye (thanks sam!), Queen, some of The Beetles stuff, maybe even some Bob Marley to be honest :)

Bucky:

As he said in FATWS, he likes 40s music. secretly likes certain Billie Eilish songs, ie; birds of a feather, skinny, the greatest. Would like Hozier, The White Stripes, and Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon. loves ed sheeran songs

would have the saddest relationship with Sailor Song (by Gigi Perez) EVER.

Bruce:

Definitely Classical Music. He definitely seems like the type of person to have the most chaotic self destructive relationship with Requiem by Mozart.

But, sometimes he'll definitely listen to The Beetles and Queen, (probably had a secret addiction to *NSYNC or the Backstreet Boys.) Would lowkey vibe to MARINA and Mother Mother if had the chance.

Clint:

I feel like Clint doesn't listen to a lot of music because he needs all his senses and combined with his hearing problems, it's never really been confident. However, i think if he did listen to music it would be like, Counting Crows, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, etc.

Sam:

This man has two sides and you cannot convince me otherwise.

1. Hip Hop, or just a range of shitty rap to good rap. so 50 cent, eminem, Dr. Dre, P-Diddy 😨, Ludicrious, Kendrick Lamar, Kanye, Travis Scott, XXTENTENTIONXX. i feel like he would've made his dislike for drake very clear from the moment he got famous

2. Marvin Gaye. Jazz. Blues. The whole shebang, all of it, the slow rock, and let's not forget; Michael Jackson.

Natasha:

Again, Like Clint, i don't think she'd really like having the vulnerability of when you're listening to music but, she does like when Tony puts on his music in the Quinjet. I also feel like she'd like The White Girl Music. She genuinely Believes there's nothing better to rock out to than Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield.

Has a hidden Apprieciation for songs like Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairy, because of how much she loves to dance to them. (this also applies to movies like black swan, etc.)

Thor:

He just so in love with Disney Movies that he Unironically listens to the soundtracks when someone else shows him how. It's really the only music he willingly listens to on earth. On Asgard however, I think he'd like the musicians there but he's never paid much attention to them.

Loki:

If he found out how to use spotify, his liked songs would be filled with Classical Music, Instrumental Covers of Pop Songs that he doesn't know, some Adele songs, Partition and Hainted by Beyoncé, Some MISSIO songs, Fall Out Boy, Teen Idle by MARINA, Lords, Michael Buble, Sex with a Ghost by Teddy Hyde, Artic Monkeys, PHOEBE BRIDGERS FOR SUREEE.

he is the embodiment of BLUE by Billie Eilish and nobody can convince me otherwise.

HAMILTON, HE WOULD LOVE HAMILTON.

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i have a really unhealthy obsession with 2012 Avengers.

[killa-trav]

never thought there would be a time in my life where i would be going insane over taylor swift's ig activity and yet here we are

[kelcemenow]

Playing With Fire - Chapter 1.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow

Words 2869

Warnings Language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, violence, angst and fluff. It is also verging on the reader being a bit toxic but...just go with it.

This is the first time I've ever written for Joe Burrow so bear with me! However, I have read some brilliant fics by some Burrow writers so I hope I can do him justice. This fic was an Anon request and I'm so pleased that it was sent in, whoever you are! I liked the combined challenge of writing for two people and also someone new! "have you ever thought about Travis kelce x reader x joe burrow just a thought"

CHAPTER 1

"Baby, can I get you another drink?" Joe gently placed his hand on your lower back and leaned close to you.

You smiled, "Yes please, just a glass of white."

Joe winked before disappearing through the thick mass of people to the bar. You turned back to your conversation with your colleagues, pulling your hair over your shoulder.

"I'll be honest, I don't think it'll be long before Y/N leaves us to be a full time NFL girlfriend." Isla raised her eyebrows as she spoke, nudging your arm, "You know, events and appearances here there and everywhere. Give it 5 minutes and she'll forget about all of us!"

You threw your head back with a loud cackle, "We've been together 5 months Isla, don't you think you're thinking too far ahead in the future?" You glanced down at the small amount of liquid that was swilling around the bottom of your wine glass, "Besides, I like my job. What am I going to do, sit and wait around all day for him to come home from practice? I don't think so."

Isla swung her arm around you, "He's the first guy you've brought to the company Christmas party... that means he must be a keeper."

She turned to Harry who was squinting his eyes and staring into space. With a swift nudge from Isla, he blinked his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"With a guy as hot as Joe, I'd happily sit at home all day waiting for him, no problem."

"Alright, okay. You need to stop!" You shook your head at Harry.

"Stop, what?"

"Fantasising about my boyfriend, it's getting a little weird."

Harry tipped his head to the side, "I had a crush on him first."

"And the best girl won." You said, pouting your lips.

Isla laughed and Harry dropped his jaw in mock surprise. He reached into his pockets and pulled out his cigarettes, "Whatever, I'm going for a cigarette. You can choke on your canapes for all I care."

You giggled with Isla as Harry whipped his head around and headed for the door to the street outside.

Isla took a sip of her drink before turning towards you, "So, have you and Joe talked at all about moving in together or anything like that?"

You sighed slightly and placed your almost-empty win glass down onto a nearby table, "No, not really. I mean, I spend a lot of time at his place but I don't know if it's a bit early for that?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Well, maybe you should-"

"Shhh, shhh...he's coming back." You waved a hand in front of your chest as you spotted Joe over Isla's shoulder, meandering through the crowds with a glass of wine in each hand.

Greeting him with a smile, you took one of the glasses and moved closer to him, snaking a hand underneath his blazer and around his waist, "So, you've obviously met Harry before." You pointed in the direction of the door, "But this is Isla and she works in my department."

Joe held his hand out to shake Isla's, "Ahh another style editor? What's the verdict then?" He stepped away from you and spun on his heels, showing off the expensive royal blue fitted suit that he was wearing.

Isla smiled and ran her eyes over his outfit, "Nice colour, nice shape. I personally would've chosen a classic white shirt, but you do you."

"I told you!" You said with a squeal and you threw your head back and laughed.

Joe looked between you and Isla with wide eyes before slapping his thigh in frustration, "What?! Damn, I thought I nailed it!" He shook his head and fiddled with his tie.

You reached up and helped him, your high heels bringing you slightly closer to his height, "Okay, I'm going to go to the ladies. Isla, keep your eye on him, I don't want him pestering the other stylists about the shirt." You laid a gentle kiss onto Joe's lips.

Isla sighed and smiled, "That's too much to ask, honey."

You breathed a laugh and turned away to find the bathroom. Your eyes danced around the room, briefly settling on a few familiar faces of your co-workers. You weaved your way through the large groups of people chatting, dancing and drinking before you found the doorway leading to the bathrooms. As you placed your hand on the door and began to push, you felt some resistance from the other side. You stepped back slightly with lowered eyebrows, moving your hands back before the door swung open quickly to reveal that last person you expected to see.

Your ex-boyfriend, Travis.

His mouth instantly moved into a wide grin, his large arms welcoming you in for a hug.

"Hugging in the bathroom of a bar, very classy." You said smartly as you looked around.

"I seem to remember we did a lot more than that in bar bathrooms." Travis winked and pulled you into his chest.

You took in a deep breath and felt his warm and comforting scent surround you. You held him tight for a little longer than you probably should.

As you pulled away, you looked up into his pale green eyes, "So, how have you been?"

He rubbed his short, trimmed beard, "Well, you know. Pretty great!"

You giggled, a slight heat rising in your cheeks, "Yeah, congratulations on the Super Bowl by the way! It was a pretty awesome game."

"Excuse me." An unfamiliar voice said from behind you, a stranger trying to get past you both and into the bathrooms.

"Oh, sorry!" You said and before you could step out of the way, Travis grabbed your hand and pulled you around a secluded corner of the bar. The feeling of his large hand grasping yours was electric, you could swear sparks flew.

"So, what are you doing here?" Travis asked with his hand scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, it's my magazines Christmas Party tonight, we're in the back room." You avoided staring into his gaze more than you needed to, "Anyway, why are you here?"

"Visiting family for the holidays. I'm staying with my Mom, Jason and Kylie and the kids will be here tomorrow so I thought I'd meet up with some old buddies for drinks." His eyes flashed with darkness, "But I had no idea I'd see you."

You felt a small flutter in your stomach, past feelings flooding your senses.

Travis took a small step closer to you, his hands back to his beard, "You look so damn good."

You smiled and looked down. You were wearing a white, strapless jumpsuit with a corset style top. It fitted you perfectly and showcased your favourite feature of your body, your ass. The fabric skimmed your curves and hugged your figure exactly where you needed it to. Some strapped black stiletto heels and a simple black clutch handbag finished the look along with your hair styled into shiny waves. You looked to Travis who was dressed unusually simply in a black shirt and fitted jeans combined with a pair of sneakers. His eyes scanned over you and you clenched your thighs tightly.

"You look good too, Travis."

"Still dating Burrow?" He kept his eyes on you.

You breathed a laugh, "Yes I am."

His eyes creased into a smile, but you narrowed your stare at him, knowing he wasn't smiling out of happiness.

"No offence, but really? Burrow?" Travis was pacing his feet slightly and rubbing his hands together, "I mean, he's just not the right guy for you."

"And you are?" You raised one eyebrow, folding your arms.

"We were great, Y/N." He paced towards you, "What went wrong? Because I actually don't remember anymore, man."

You tightened your arms across your chest, "You weren't willing to continue with our relationship when you were drafted." Your eyes drifted to the ceiling as you repeated his words that were ingrained on your memory. "You said the distance was too much."

"Man, what an asshole."

"Yep." You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, your arms still firmly across your body as a barrier to the new awkward topic of conversation.

You glanced down at the floor, staring at the patterned carpet before Travis' flashy designed sneakers came into your view. His finger lifted your chin upwards, forcing you to face him. You stared into the eyes that you used to love so much, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, part of you still did. You breathed in the familiar and comforting scent of his cologne once again and you could feel your legs growing weaker the longer you held his gaze.

Travis licked his lips slowly, "You know, you're kinda like the girl who got away. I sometimes imagine what it would be like if we were still together now."

You could feel yourself drifting closer to him, involuntarily. You looked up at him, a confident smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah? And what sort of things do you imagine?" You asked, flirtation heaving in your voice.

"Oh baby, we have a lot of fun."

You looked down at the floor again in an attempt to hold your composure. You were playing with fire. Flirting with your ex-boyfriend whilst your current boyfriend waited 80 yards away from you wasn't something you had planned to do, but there was something about Travis that made you weak. Joe didn't know about your history with Travis because you knew he would be insanely jealous. Whenever you and Joe were watching television and Travis would appear, you had to try everything to hide your thumping heartbeat and red cheeks. You considered Travis your first love. You were both mad for each other, enjoying wild adventures, romantic dates and incredible sex. But Travis wasn't willing to continue the relationship when he was drafted to Kansas City. The break-up hit you hard and the fact that Cleveland Heights' new hometown hero's face was everywhere didn't help.

After a few seconds of silence, you cleared your throat, "I should get back."

Travis widened his eyes slightly as you brushed past him, "You're not going to the bathroom?"

You turned your head as you were walking away, "I...uhhh...don't need it anymore."

You craned your neck to see if you could spot Joe, leaving Travis confused and clueless. Zigzagging through the crowds of people, you began to take deeps breaths in an attempt to relax yourself. Joe was leaning against a wall, with one foot raised, a glass of wine in each hand. His pale blue eyes searching the room.

You smiled to yourself as you approached him, dancing to the music as you walked.

His face brightened when he saw you, "Hey. I was beginning to wonder where you were!"

"There was a line in the bathroom." You took your drink from him and felt a pang of guilt in your stomach from your lie.

Joe nodded as he took a sip of his wine, glancing up and down at you, "Are you okay? You seem weird?"

You smiled a little too wide, "I'm absolutely fine. Nothing wrong with me at all."

Joe's eyebrows knitted together, "Okay?" You watched as his gaze drifted from you towards someone behind you. "Hey, there's Kelce."

Your heart dropped as you turned around to see Travis heading your way. You looked back to Joe to see him waving in Travis' direction. You closed your eyes for a second, wishing for the ground to swallow you up. Due to their profession, you were aware that they had met but you really didn't want to be with them both in the same room.

"Burrow, my man." Travis said cheerfully as he took Joe's hand and pulled him in for a hug, tapping his back with his other hand.

"Kelce, what are you doing here?"

Travis glanced to you quickly, "Just having some drinks with some of the guys. You here for the Christmas party?" He said, knowingly.

"Yeah, I'm here with my girl." Joe draped his arm around your waist loosely.

Travis smiled at you, "How's it going, Y/N?"

Joe looked puzzled, looking between you and Travis, "Wait, you know each other?"

Your heart started beating faster again, a warm flush growing in your cheeks. You looked across to Travis with wide eyes, silently pleading for him not to say anything that might make the conversation awkward.

"Yeah man, your girl used to be my girl."

Everything seemed to freeze as you looked at Joe. His face was unchanged, but the muscles in his jaw were flexing. You brought your wine glass to your mouth, holding it against your lips.

"You never told me that." Joe said with a hint of rage in his voice.

You squirmed a little, "No, I didn't think it was relevant. Besides, it was a long time ago."

Travis laughed under his breath, "Hey, sorry man. I thought you knew."

"Joe-"

"No, no. It's fine. I just figured that was something I should've known. You know, the girl I'm dating used to date...well, you."

"Joe-" You repeated, placing your hand on my his arm.

"Don't get jealous, Burrow. I'm not about to steal your girl, even though I probably could."

Joe's eyes flashed with infuriation.

"Travis, that isn't helping. Joey, baby. Can we talk about this outside?" You stood in front of him, holding both of his hands and attempting to pull him away from the situation. Joe's eyes were fixed on Travis before he looked down to you and followed you out of the crowd and towards the front door.

As soon as the fresh air hit your skin, you stopped and turned to Joe, his face still full of anger, "Joey, hey. Look at me, listen to me. Me and Travis were a long time ago and I-"

"How long?"

"What?"

Joe rolled his eyes slightly, "How long were you with him?"

You paused, frozen and unsure what to say.

"How long, Y/N?" Joe raised his voice.

You jumped a little, shocked at Joe's reaction, "Will you calm down, Joe? We were together for 3 years...not that it matters."

"Of course, it matters." Joe started to pace the sidewalk, "You were in a 3 year relationship with Travis fucking Kelce and you didn't think it was important enough to tell me?"

"Can you see why? This is nuts, you're acting like a jerk."

The sound of the music from inside of the club grew louder as the front door was opened. Both you and Joe looked to see Travis emerging from the club.

"Oh no, no." You held your hands up in front of you, keeping one eye on Joe, "Travis, whatever you're out here for, I can tell you, it isn't going to help."

"You had better back off, man." Joe said through gritted teeth.

Travis almost took a step back, "Hey, I just wanted to apologise. I should never have said something. I just figured you knew, buddy."

"I ain't your buddy. Not anymore."

You held your head in your hands as the two of them argued in from of you, like children in a playground.

"What? Because I used to date your girl? Look, if you were so secure in your relationship, you wouldn't care." Travis rubbed the back of his head and lowered his voice, "Speaks for itself, really."

Joe lunged forward towards Travis, his fists clenched, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

You quickly tried to step in-between the pair of them, "Okay, okay. I think we all need to calm down."

Travis stood still, "Nothing, man."

Joe pushed you away and advanced further, their faces almost touching, "Look here. You lost her, so just back off and let her be happy, okay? Jealousy doesn't look good on you."

Travis' eyes darted towards you, flashing you a slight wink that made you melt.

The next thing you knew, Joe shoved Travis' shoulders with some force. Surprisingly, Travis didn't move much at all, a cocky smirk forming on his lips. You ran forward to grab Joe but his right arm swung forward, landing a strong punch on Travis' jaw.

"Joe! Stop!" You yelled out, grabbing him and pulling him away before rushing to Travis who stood with his hunched back to you.

"Why are you running to him?" Joe shouted out.

"Go home, Joe. I'll see you around." You said, sternly.

Joe stood silent for a moment, before snickering and turning away, disappearing around a corner.

You reached up to Travis' face, removing his own hand to replace it with yours. A bright red welt had already formed at the bottom of his cheek, your middle finger gently tapping the swollen mark.

"Does it hurt?"

"Seeing you with him, yeah."

You stifled a smile, "Why couldn't you have stayed quiet? Was it just to get my attention, huh?"

"It worked, did it?"

You studied the growing red mark on his jawline, slowly progressing into an impressive bruise, "You're a smug asshole, you know that?"

Travis took hold of your hand and pulled you closer to his chest, his lips dangerously close to yours, "I want you back, Y/N."

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I couldn't decide which of the boys was going to be the bad guy. So I kinda made them both the bad guy. I could be tempted to do a part 2 of this...if that's what the people want?

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[mouchiiarts]

So. Ideas for the "in s6 the Mystreet characters discover the relics and use them to defeat Michael" au. Which will be dubbed the "Relics AU". Admittedly this au is based less around canon and more around my own rewrite. So some events will be played out slightly different.

Firstly, Zane is the one who found the relics. I like to think that maybe in s5 we would've seen or heard little hints about Esmund's relic calling to Zane. I like this idea that the relics can call upon new users (almost like they were made from sentient people's souls what who said that). Anyways, Zane keeps hearing a weird whispering voice/having weird dreams about opening ancient doors, having dreams with a lion (the symbol of Esmund/the Ro'meave family), etc.

It eventually culminates in the relic literally putting him into a mana trance and lulling him towards the relics location deep under Starlight. He comes across the door, touches it, and boom, door unlocked, relics sent out into the world.

Zane is of course immediately knocked out by Esmund's relic while the others go find the other users. (Garroth is there to bring Zane back to the house before they get in trouble with Starlight security).

For this au, Aphmau gets Irene's relic, Zane gets Esmund's (it was drawn by his magic and sense of ambition), Lucinda gets Menphia's relic, Travis gets Enki's, I'm thinking Ein could actually get Kulzak's relic?, and Aaron gets Shad's. (Ein would've been raised as Aphmau's brother for this au btw! They know they're brother/sister and were raised by Sylvanna)

Keep in mind, Zane and Lucinda were the only characters who previously had magic before the relics attached themselves to the cast. So that's fun.

And in s6, when they get these relics, they are able to use them to fight the Demon Warlock (who's lost his mind after being trapped in another dimension for centuries. Dude's gone a little crazy.)

I'm thinking the relics could also change the character's appearances? Like crow feathers/claws for Zane (mainly it's mana sickness while he adjusts to the relic), angel wings for Aphmau, larger horns/tail spines for Travis, fluffier fur/wolf traits and claws for Aaron, etc.

[baldbaby69]

I don’t understand

Jack Gibson

summery

It was like having a best friend but a total stranger at the same time. Sometimes when you looked at him, you didn't recognise him which was weird because everyone said you two were inseparable but if only they knew. In the station it was always you and Jack this or you and Jack that but as soon as your shift ends you don't speak to him till the next time you put the uniform on.

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You always thought he must not have time for you. To send a text to see if you got home okay or if you ate. You always reached out first but are met with two letter replies most of the time. Maybe it was because he was a busy guy. You couldn't lie it did make you upset, you were such a dynamic duo when putting out fires and rescuing cats from trees. Why couldn't he be your dynamic duo outside of the station too?

Your best friend Vic knew somewhat of your situation and by situation she was making it a lot worse than it sounds.

'Why can't you admit you like the guy?' She sat on your bed one early morning. 'Because I don't? If Travis didn't text you every now and then after work wouldn't you be going a little crazy too?' You explain

'Yeah, a little crazy because I don't like him. You on the other hand.' Vic smirked. She picked up a chocolate you had displayed on the bed for the two of you to have. 'You're in love babe. By the way, these taste expensive. Where did you get them?'

'Oh someone we met on call sent them over, a thank you gesture.' 'And may I ask how does he know where you live.' You hesitated telling her. 'We met again at the bar.' You whispered.

She gasped being selfish with the air. 'You bad girl. Tell me hes cute.' 'Relax would you. It was a coincidence. He just happened to be at the same bar as me at the time. Then I was too drunk to drive home so.' 'Okay cowgirl, I don't want to hear the detail. So your not giving your little puppy a chance.'

You have given him a thought. Plenty of thoughts but you just don't feel like your going to be able to commit to him and he's probably chasing you because you saved his life and the adrenaline hasn't warned off yet. Either way the answer was a no.

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The start of a 48 hour shift or 48 hours of acting as you preferred to call it. You came in one hour ago, had a nice long shower, took a long time blow drying your hair and put your clothes on in slow motion. Until the bell started to ring.

You rushed down where you greeted everyone with a quick hello and hopped into the engine. Usually you and Jack would sit in the ladder 19 up front, taking turns driving but you wanted to be given a little space. Vic messed with your head making you question your own thoughts but you wanted to prove her wrong. 'This is new.' Miller pointed out.

'Yeah whats your business here.' Maya Bishop threw a punch your way. 'Did Gibson send you here as a spy, to hear us backbite about you two?' Their questions put you in an awkward position. You didn't think they needed to know problems that only existed in your mind.

'I accidentally hung my coat on the engine. I didn't realise.' Brushing it off you tried to make small talk with Maya.

'You're coming right?' 'Sorry?'

'Did Gibson not tell you yet?' 'Tell me what?' You turned to Miller confused. 'Montgomery and Gibson are forcing me to through a little get together. He told me he was gonna let you know.' Was he not going to tell you at all

When you arrived at the location of the call, you hopped off and went to get the appropriate tools needed when you felt someone's hand on your lower back. Your turned to the culprit, to find Jack Gibson trying to reach over you to grab something. 'Kind of left me feeling lonely back there.' He nudged his head towards the trucks.

'Yeah well. That would've been me this Saturday.' You bicker to yourself. 'Saturday? They told you about that. I wanted to.' You could see Jack sulk. 'Yeah? When Sunday?'

During the whole call you kept your distance from the man everyone thought you knew so well. Took a little longer to put the fire out seeing as you needed a messenger to communicate through. Did he really not want to see you after work that he would leave you out of a work party. Your performance was off but there could've been numerous reasons. No one would suspect anything.

'What the hell. Are you trying to put this fire out by yourself. There are 4 more firefighters beside you. Work with them.' Captain Herrera yelled from a distance when he saw you trying to pull the hose into the house all by yourself. Sighing you call out to Warren to help when a pair of hands took the hose off you. Your saviour, Jack Gibson.

Following him into the house, you yell out to turn the power on. 'I'm sorry for not telling you about Saturday. I didn't see you before we got the call. I was looking for you everywhere at the station.' You managed to hear him say over the noise. 'Its whatever.'

'Something tells me thats not all your mad about.' He tried to make conversation after you two walked out of the burned down house. He took off his helmet and jogged up to match your pace. 'No Jack honestly, I'm fine, just a bit tired thats all.' He walked with you to the truck. 'Why? You alright.' He watched you pack things back into the engine. His eyes searching the side of your face for a reason of this sudden distancing. 'Just leave it.'

You turn away from him without giving him a second glance. Jack grabbed the back of your coat and dragged you backwards to ladder 19. 'Jack, what on earth.' 'Sit.'

The ride back was silence for the most of it. He was driving but you could almost count the amount of times he snuck a glance at you hoping you would speak. 'What's bothering you.'

'I bet its a special someone occupying her mind.' Hughes says from the back. 'Special someone? What since when did you start talking to someone.' Jack sounded thrown off.

'No its just this guy from that office building we took a call at a few days ago. He probably heard the girls and I talk about going to the bar after shift ended.' 'So what he followed you? Thats called stalking. Why haven't you reported?' She rolled her eyes at his concerned tone.

'Maybe because he litters her apartment with the most expensive chocolates and flowers ever. He's really something. You know she was actually planning to meet up with him for lunch.' Vic kept adding.

'I am?' 'You are?'

You lock eyes with your friend and giver her a questioned look. She just mouths the words 'trust me.'

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'Your one wicked witch.' Andy laughs. The girls were in the kitchen making a snack and talking about what happened. 'Wait so you aren't meeting him for lunch? It was a lie to make Jack jealous?' She gets the story straight.

'Not as much as making him jealous but showing him that I have a busy life.' You thought that was a better excuse. 'In other words making him jealous.'

'So if this is just a lie to make him jealous who's Jack arguing downstairs?' Bishop busts through the doors.

'Vic did you call him over here.' You ask before getting up to go towards the commotion. 'No, but who has lunch at 10am?'

'First the bar and now her place of work? Stalking is a crime you know.' Jack stood in front of a man at the front desk who was holding a bouquet of flowers. 'It's not stalking if we know each other and I don't really see how this concerns you.'

'Oh it does concern me but you don't need to worry about that. Just leave the flowers and go. Shes having food upstairs, doesn't want to be disturbed.' Jack tries to make him go away.

'Jack, Mark whats going on?' You jog down the stairs. 'Mark, you should've texted if you were going to swing by. Oh those are lovely.' He handed the flowers to you eyeing Jack in the process with a smirk. 'Yeah only the best, for you.' You give him a little side hug.

'Thank you. So sweet. You should get going now. The bell might go off anytime and I can not operate without food.' Mark gave you a smile before turning on his feet to leave.

'What's wrong with you?' You turn to Jack watching his jaw tense before answering you. 'No what's wrong with you? He's not good for you.' His eyebrows remain furrowed. 'Yeah Jack. You would know.' You head back up the stairs to put the flowers in some water.

The station had a good few hours of peace and quiet so they played a quick game of cards betting the looser to stay back on desk duty for the next three calls. The tension between the two best friends was ever so thick it hit off everyone in the room. They thought a friendly game would ease the tension, boy where they wrong. Ever since Mark left the station you have been checking ur phones notifications non-stop, occasionally texting someone back.

‘Come on, it’s your turn.’ Travis elbows ur side. ‘Yeah sorry.’ You put your phone away and lay a card down. While your attention was on your phone someone’s attention was on you. Staring you down like a hawk. His brows still sewed together.

Jack hadn’t been able to put the thought aside of you having a relationship with this guy. He wants you to be happy and he wants to make sure you get the best but some part of him doesn’t want to allow you to be happy. with someone else. Ever since he did the mistake of falling in love with Andy and proposing to her he knew he should never make the same mistake again. Date a college. So when he found himself growing attached to you the second week you joined he knew he needed to back off. Jack didn’t need another rejection.

‘Oh my god. Jack pay attention.’ Victoria called him out. Everyone had a little laugh except you because you were too busy typing away on your phone.

‘Well Jack. Poor game for you. Have fun answering phone calls.’ Bishop pats his back as the bell goes off.

‘Oh, My, God. That little baby was so cute. We have to tell Jack how you and Warren just delivered a baby in the middle of a car collision.’ Herrera hyped the two up. ‘Really it was nothing. Fun fact i actually wanted to be a paramedic before firefighter.’ You brush it off. That was before you heard a glass breaking coming from the other room. Everyone share a look before rushing to the room.

‘Jack what are you doing? Get off him.’ You run to the two men. Mark was laid on the table while Jack was about to throw what looked like another punch. Both of them had a few cuts and bruises here and there. ‘Guys help! Jack get off him.’ You try and pull the man off him.

Travis and Dean rush to your aid pulling the angered firefighter off the civilian. ‘Mark, what happened? Are you okay?’ You helped him up. Scanning his bruised cheek and busted lip. ‘He’s nuts.’

You turn to look at Jack. Two of the guys holding him back, his breathing heavy causing his muscular chest raising up and down in a hurry. ‘Are you insane?’ You yell at him. Maya rushes to your side with a first aid kit.

‘Who does he think he is walking into my station and threatening me.’ Jack gets aggressive. ‘Jack, come on. Let’s check your hand out.’

You pulled a chair for Mark to sit. ‘I got the things you asked for. I was going to wait for you like you asked but he came on to me. Accusing me of being attracted to you only because of your uniform or something. Then he kept telling me to leave-‘ You try to attend to his wounds but he kept going on and on about Jack. ‘You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s not your fault. Now where does it hurt.’

Jack sat at the back of the ambulance after Ben was finished patching up his wounds. He sat with his head in his hands. Yeah he messed up. He let his emotions get the best of him and now he’s holding an ice pack to his jaw. He heard two pair of footsteps come towards the van and instantly knew one was yours.

‘Gosh never thought Jack would go that far. I almost feel bad for riling him up.’ he hears Vic say. ‘Don’t it’s not your fault. Jack has some issues he needs to sort out.’ It pained him to think you thought of him like that. When you reached the back your eyes widened. Jack just sighed before getting up and walking away.

it was dark outside. The moonlight lit the kitchen of the station making it glisten when the lights were off. Tonight you sat there watching the sky and counting the stars. The doors opened behind you with quite footsteps walking in. You didn’t need to turn back to know who that was. You always knew he had trouble sleeping and a lot of the times you were there for him but you thought it would be different this time.

Jack looked at your back. You didn’t even turn around to see who was there. He opened the fridge and grabbed something cold. Without knowing why, he found himself walking towards you, pulling out a chair he quietly sat behind you following your eyes to find the moon staring back at him. ‘I’m sorry.’

You hesitated but looked back at him. He was only a few inches away from you. He was in his black tank top. His fists clenched around the glass of juice on the table making his muscles flex in the light. ‘What happened Jack? Your not one to throw fists for no reason.’

‘I had a great reason too.’ You watched his eyes trail away and fix on something else. Both of you stayed in silent, not knowing what to say or do.

‘Why have you been avoiding me?’ He lets his mind speak the words that lingered in the air. ‘I’ve been busy. You know how things are around here.’ You look at him and scratch the back of your neck

‘It wouldn’t be so busy if you would just talk to me and let me help you. Remember it’s always you and me around here but apparently it’s just you now. What’s really going on?’ His tone softens towards the end.

‘I’m sorry Jack. I didn’t mean to…I guess I just needed some space.’ You turn to him.

His expression hardens. ‘Space? Space from what?From me? Because that was it feels like.’

You keep your eyes focused on him. How the moonlight presses against the harshness of his expression making it look almost soft to touch. ‘It’s not fair to shut me out without giving me a reason.’

‘That’s ironic.’ You look back at the sky. ‘What is?’ ‘How you think me shutting you out for one day is unfair but the second you step outside this station you forget that I even exist.’ the words were said in a soft tone but it felt like someone ripped them out of you chest and to be fairly honest, it felt good.

You felt his eyes watching the side of your face and suddenly to him everything made sense. The last shift he didn’t even say goodbye before he left. He always ignored your texts to hang out.

he called let your name fall out of his lips ever so gently to grab your attention and when he couldn’t he grabbed your chair pulling it closer to him. ‘There’s no words that would make up for my previous action and I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I’m just trying to figure somethings out. Trust me if I knew how it made you feel I would’ve never done it.’

His words felt real and sincere. It made you smile. You brought your hands to his cheeks brushing your thumb against the bruise on his face. ‘Apology accepted.’

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‘Where is that girl. Vic I thought you were getting ready together.’ Maya asks Victoria. ‘No she cancelled on me last minute.’

‘Guys hold up, a car just pulled up outside.’ 'Thats not her car- oh.' 'What she knows better why would she bring him here?' The crew whisper among themselves.

'What's happening guys?' They turn around to Jack behind them. The door opens the next second and you walk in with the one person he couldn't stand to see you with. 'Sorry I'm late guys. Hope you didn't mind that I brought a plus 1.' You enter the room all cheerful.

What were you trying to do. Make Millers place into a boxing ring? This was not going to end well and everyone knew it. Jack had only one thing in mind. To get rid of him. Somehow but he planned to have Mark gone within the next hour.

A few minutes later you two were out on the patio playing beer pong. Jack watched that snake Mark slither his arm around your waist while you laughed and made conversation with everyone. It was like a knife to the chest everytime he heard another man making you laugh.

'Here Montgomery. Its my turn.' He came out to where you were and Jack didn't intend to play nice. A few rounds after chugging down a few and making you do the same he threw the ping pong ball at the bottom of a filled cup, knocking it over. It fell on Marks trousers.

'What the hell. You did that on purpose.' Mark pointed his fingers at Jack. You rushed to him with paper towels. 'Hey man, It was a friendly game. Accidents happen.' He put his two hands up in defence. 'Not when its with you.'

'Whats that suppose to mean?' Jack raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. 'Jack don't. Please.' You pleaded stepping in front of Mark.

'No if he has something to say tell him to say it to my face.' He steps closer. 'Hey back off her will you?' Mark pulls you behind a bit too harsh. You lost your balance and fell into the large body of water.

Jack yells out your name 'She can't swim you bastard.' He took off his shoes before jumping in.

Dean gave you a towel and Victoria had packed an extra pair of clothes that she was kind enough to give. Mark walked into the room where you sat on the bed with a blanket over you. 'I'm sorry. I thought he was going to hit you or something.' he sat beside you.

'You thought Jack was going to hit me? Are you insane? He would never even touch me let alone throw me in deep ocean water to protect me.' You were starting to raise your voice. 'Well he did hit me so-' 'Thats cause you probably said something to provoke him.' You cut him off.

He sighed. 'You know what? I don't even know what I'm doing here.' 'Yeah me neither.' You throw a snarky comment. 'We could've been something if you weren't so in love with Mr anger issues.' You were thrown off by what he said. 'I'm not in love with him.'

'Yeah don't worry. He's very much in love with you too.' Mark left after slamming the door and saying goodbye to everyone.

You sat back down on the bed wondering if what he said was true but you never saw any signs or gestures that would hint about the feeling. All you could see was yourself being selfish. A knock on the door put you out of your thoughts. Jack slowly opened the door to reveal himself. His hair still wet from what happened. 'Can I come in?'

You nod and watch as he walks in with tiny steps and close the door. He stood there unsure how to start the conversation. 'Thank you.'

'It was nothing.' You smile as you pat the spot next to you gesturing him to sit down. He walks over and sits down. 'Jack your hair is soaked with water.' You mention to him as water drops on Dean's bed. You get up and grab the towel you used to dry yourself. You stand in front of Jack and put the towel on his head rubbing it dry.

'I think, I'm the one who should be apologising. I shouldn't have done that.' Jack looks up to you. 'I'm actually kind of glad you did that. He was getting a bit annoying. Plus I only brought him so I could avoid you.' You step back.

Jack stands up. 'I'm sorry. It's my fault and I deserve it.' 'No Jack. All you do is lie. Why? You told me you you try and make a better effort in our friendship. You lied. If you don't want to be friends just tell me straight to my face. Don't act like it because you got my hopes up and I waited a whole day for a simple text from you. It almost makes me feel great grateful that we aren't dating.' You look away from him grabbing a hold of yourself.

'You didn't mean that. Tell me you didn't mean that.' His voice seemed off. Almost broken. 'Why, what difference would it make?' With courage you look up and make eye contact. She watched his jaw tense and she wanted nothing more than to hold him but after this who knows what they wouldn't be doing anymore.

'Because the only reason I don't contact you after shift is because I don't what to get attached to you.' 'What.'

That was unexpected.

'Yeah because I do this thing where I rush into relationships and I didn't want to do that with you because... because you feel special. Like a piece of glass I don't want to break and wanted to take things slow but at the same time I didn't even know if you liked me back and I wasn't going to risk what we have for some stupid feelings.' You watch him mumble pieces of words that at this point you didn't even know made sense because you felt like you your floating.

You pulled him down to your level and pressed your lips against his with a passionate kiss. 'Are my feelings stupid too?' you whispered against his lips.

'Not on my bed guys.'

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Authors note I love him so much ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ requested by @awkward-txrtle