#nah seriously how is she not caught yet

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No idea

I mean this in the nicest way possible but this Carnival chick is pretty dumb, I wonder how she’s not caught yet…

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☆ summary: internet sleuths find out that lando norris has been flirting with and potentially dating a relatively unknown singer

☆ pairing: lando norris x singer!reader

☆ fc & warnings: zinadelphia & slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: nope!

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f1gossip: it’s been brought to our attention by an anonymous user that our lando norris has been caught seemingly flirting in the comment sections (for at least the past 24 weeks based off the time stamps) with a small american artist, y/n y/l/n. he’s the only driver that follows her and has been consistently in her comment section hyping her up and calling her things like “gorgeous”, “talented” and “pretty.” what do you all make of this?

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user1: oh my god lando????

user14: i’ve never once heard of this girl?

user2: how did we not know about this for the past 24 weeks guys wtf

user4: no like seriously…. seems like something we should have known already

user3: wait her music is really good tho 🥹

user7: her song mirrorball??? the girl has some vocals wow

user4: just looked her up and she’s beautiful… i see what he’s seeing

yourbff: screaming my head off at this

user1: and who are you??? do you know y/n??

f1gossip: check your dms yourbff

user5: she’s using him for fame!

user4: considering we all just found out about her…. imma go ahead and say no she’s not

user6: now how do i make this about me 🙂‍↔️

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user1: ooooo orange or papaya ???

yourbff: girl you fueling the flames with this post 😂💀

ynuser: HAHA i know… i got 24k new followers in the past 2 days since you sent me that post by f1gossip and figured id have some fun with it since there’s no hiding now

yourbff: who knew meeting that guy randomly in europe 6 months ago was going to turn out like this

ynuser: certainly not me girl. remember when i thought he was some weirdo who was just trying to hit on me in the bar??

yourbff: bc he had no rizz but max and p really swooped in and saved him and now look at you 🥹

ynuser: my perfect little no rizz baby boy 🥹 love of my life 🤭

landonorris: it’s papaya baby

ynuser: i couldn’t be too obvious now could i?

landonorris: nah go on then be obvious

ynuser: oh you want me to post you?

landonorris: yeah specifically that one pic you took of us in the mirror last night

ynuser: LANDO that is for OUR eyes only

landonorris: right yes

landonorris: i still think you should post me

ynuser: i don’t know if i want to burst our little bubble yet

landonorris: fair enough baby. you just tell me when! i’ve got paddock passes, pictures, plane tickets — everything lined up for when you’re ready

ynuser: 🥹😭 vegas? we go on our little vacation after im done my tour and you’re done in brazil and then pop the bubble?

landonorris: sounds great to me gorgeous but seriously no pressure

user2: my delusions are working over time

maxfewtrell: i’m trying so hard to defend your privacy and this is what you post

ynuser: what’s wrong with the color orange?

maxfewtrell: y/n

user3: ain’t ever seen you and lando in the same room but i somehow know yall doing it

user4: you’re so pretty and your outfits eat so hard wtf 😭

user9: praying this is a new song lyric idk who these new fans are talking about lando this lando that …. i need a new song

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ynuser: baby’s first headlining tour was a success! thank you to everyone who came out and sang along with me every night. i love you all dearly 🤍 and for all the newbies here, welcome 🫶🏻

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user1: oh she’s so cute

user2: starting a y/n fan club rn yall

yourbff: you are making those dreams come true bb girl

ynuser: trying to 🥹

yoursibling: cutie patootie i love you

ynuser: i love you more

user23: the peoples most beautiful princess 🤍

user9: who are all you new people here

user2: lando norris fans. who are you?

user9: a y/n y/l/n fan. who is lando norris?

user2: a formula 1 driver!

user9: race cars?? i did not expect that…

user8: taking note of lando and max in the likes

user4: also taking note of their lack of a comment…. lando has commented on every single one of her posts before the f1gossip post dropped

user16: i was there last night!!! best show ever!!! love you y/n

user19: i’m obsessed with those cherry earrings

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landonorris: a much needed break. vegas here we come baby

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user1: i don’t know where to look ,, at the wh*re in the first pic or the soft launch in the second my god 😮‍💨😍😭😔💀

user9: ok user2… i get it now. also i’ve seen those white shoes in y/n’s posts before it’s def her

user2: omg you’re an icon for this

ynuser: dmn y’all really can identify me by my shoes?

user9: YN WHAT ARE YOU SOING HERE IM SORRY

user2: y/nlando confirmed

maxfewtrell: interesting choice of photos mate

landonorris: thanks! picked them myself

maxfewtrell: yeah clearly

pietra.pilao: 🤍

landonorris: 🧡

user2: i’m speechless

user55: hey lando idk if u heard but there’s a lookalike contest happening in my room tonight. $59 cash prize

oscarpiastri: those aren’t max’s legs 👀

landonorris: you’d be correct

user12: this is monumental

user18: my favorite sinister, evil and orange little gremlin

user14: you’re gonna cook in vegas king

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yourbff: this dress is eating in a way i didn’t think it would. i’m sorry for doubting you

ynuser: never doubt me 😤

lilyzneimer: had so much fun meeting you at dinner this evening!!! looking forward to spending the weekend with you at mclaren 🫶🏻

ynuser: omg it was so fun getting dinner with you and oscar!! i’m so so so glad to have you as a buddy in the paddock. i was super nervous about it all

lilyzneimer: it can be very overwhelming at times but we’ve got you y/n!!

ynuser: that means so much to me 🥹

user9: mother is mothering … in vegas?????

user12: are you in vegas per chance?! for the formula 1 grand prix?! for lando norris?!

user2: i fr need style tips and grwm’s from you y/n. every time you post an outfit it moves me

landonorris: in my hotel room 😈

ynuser: you got it ☝🏻 now hurry up and get back here

landonorris: trust me im hurrying

user8: i need someone to get you on a magazine cover stat

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f1gossip: confirmed! y/n y/l/n, singer songwriter, is in las vegas with lando norris for the las vegas gp. this seems to be their first official weekend out together

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user2: as someone who has been deeply invested since the beginning (3 weeks ago).. this is everything

user9: my girl 🥹

user10: i truly wonder how in the world they even met… they’re such an interesting pair

user18: mclaren admin please ask him this weekend

user13: that should be me 😭

user24: ok wait guys im at the gp and y/n was walking through the paddock with lily and we waved her down because we had made some lando merch and she was honestly so sweet and stopped and took photos with us and chatted for way longer than she needed to. i truly hope she never changes she’s an angel

user21: this is so wholesome

user23: i fear she’s on track to become the people’s paddock princess in record time

user18: i have no one to send this to who will get it

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mclaren: this weekends most requested interview just dropped! make sure to check out the full thing over on the mclaren app 🟠

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user18: mclaren admin is a y/nlando girly confirmed

maxfewtrell: he’s leaving out the bit where i had to save him from completely bombing

landonorris: 😔 you’re not gonna let me live that down huh

ynuser: idk what would have happened if max didn’t come over and stop you from explaining why you hate fish so passionately

landonorris: babe please not on the public instagram

user2: lando norizz strikes again

landonorris: love when i get asked good questions like this!

user4: king said if one more person asks me abt wdc im gonna lose it. ask me abt y/n instead

user9: this is making it incredibly hard to gatekeep y/n

ynuser: that’s my man 🙂‍↔️

landonorris: damn right it is

user13: the mutual do you know who i am is lowkey so funny

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landonorris: thanks for being nice to me this time vegas!! oh and thanks for coming y/n 😈��

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user12: i’m so proud of you lando

user9: wahooooo first race i watched and you won. i think me and y/n are good luck for you

mclaren: incredible drive lando! that’s our winner!!

ynuser: something about seeing you on that podium 😮‍💨

landonorris: oh you like that?

ynuser: yes 🤭

landonorris: alright podium finishes only from now on 😏

user19: oh you two are freaks i just know it

ln4: LFGGGGG

user13: congrats on the win and the hot gf 😭

carlossainz55: congrats lando!! and hi y/n!

ynuser: hi carlos 🤍

maxfewtrell: much better post mate

landonorris: why thank you. i worked hard on this one

user2: a win and a hard launch = double win for me

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[greengoblinswifey]

Infatuated— Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

summary— you and Rafe share a history of flirtatious banter, though he’s dating Sofia, a Pogue of all people which doesn’t go over too well with you. after a jealous outburst, Rafe admits his infatuation with the you and his inability to get you off his mind.

warnings— slight enemies to lovers, cheating(not on reader), fighting, manipulation, jealousy, possessive!rafe, rafe being toxic, bitchy!reader, fingering, oral(m&f receiving) face fucking, praise kink, choking, ass slapping, recording sex, slight exhibitionism, creampie, fluff.

a/n— guys I need more Rafe requests, enjoy and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Rafe Cameron’s grin was unmistakable, even from across the room. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the way your heart skipped. He was sitting with Topper and the rest of the group, doing what he did best—being obnoxious and perfectly aware of how much it grated on you.

“Oh, look at that,” you muttered under your breath to your friend.

“Are you gonna talk to him?” she teased, knowing all too well the complicated history between you and Rafe.

You scoffed, running a hand through your hair. “Please. He’s with that Pogue girl now. Let him stay there.”

The thought of Sofia, his girlfriend, made your stomach twist. You had no idea why it bothered you so much. It wasn’t like you were in love with Rafe. Were you? It wasn’t like you weren’t a thousand times better than her. Normally you’d be all for supporting women but she just made something rise within you. You were so much better than her—prettier, richer, why did you have to feel like this? But watching him with someone else, a Pogue of all people? It stung. But you’d never admit that out loud.

Rafe, of course, noticed your annoyance like always. His eyes never left you, even as Sofia approached him, practically clinging to his side. You caught his gaze, sharp and knowing. His lips quirked upward, like he was daring you to do something.

You couldn’t look away, though you tried your best. His eyes locked on yours, and for a moment, it felt like time stopped. It wasn’t jealousy, it couldn’t be, but you were definitely pissed. And yet, he was still staring, as Sofia kissed him. You almost gagged.

“Is he seriously still looking at me?” you muttered.

Your friend gave you a knowing look. “You sure about that? You’re just mad because he’s with her.”

“Shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes.

The dinner continued, but you could feel Rafe's gaze on you, even as he tried to hide it. When the group finally finished eating, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom, needing a minute away from all the chaos.

You were fixing your hair in the mirror when the door swung open. You froze. Of course it was him. Rafe Cameron stood there, arms crossed and that damn smirk playing on his lips.

“Need some company?” he asked, his tone mocking.

“Always stalking me, huh?” you replied, not even bothering to hide the annoyance in your voice.

He stepped closer, his eyes scanning you like he was deciding what to say next. “You really think I can’t see it? The way you look at me when she’s around?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I look at you all the time. Doesn't mean I give a fuck.”

Rafe leaned in, his face inches from yours, the air thick with that familiar tension. “Bullshit,” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk. “You’re jealous, but you don’t have to be.”

You could feel the heat rising in your chest. “You're with her, Rafe. Don’t pretend like you're the one who gets to act all possessive now.”

His eyes flickered with something darker. “I don’t want her, though. You know that. And you’re the one who won’t admit it.”

You bit back a smile, trying to keep your composure. “You think I’d want to get with someone like you? Get real. I’m not about to play your games.”

“Really?” Rafe's voice dropped lower, his grin widening. “Because I think you’ve been playing this game with me for years. You like it when I get under your skin.”

“Nah. Everything is a game to you and you just want to win, I’m not gonna let you win, Cameron,” you chuckled.

He took another step closer, the heat between you two undeniable now. “Oh, I don’t need to win, princess. I already know you’re mine.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you pushed past him, your heart pounding in your chest. As you walked away, you caught his eyes following you again. You knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

The late night was in full swing, the bass from the speakers thudding in time with your racing pulse. Topper's house was packed with Kooks, all tipsy and glowing under the dim party lights. You lounged on one of the patio chairs, your mini skirt riding up dangerously high, paired with a white top that clung perfectly to your boobs. The alcohol coursing through your veins had you feeling bold, maybe even reckless.

A random kook, someone whose name you barely remembered, approached with a cocky grin. “Dance with me,” he said, offering his hand.

You weren’t interested, he wasn’t your type, and frankly, you didn’t care, but the buzz made you playful. “Whatever,” you replied, letting him guide you to the makeshift dance floor.

The music was loud, a sultry beat that encouraged you to sway your hips. You danced in front of him, his hands cautiously settling on your waist. The alcohol made you careless, your movements more teasing than you realized, and soon his hands were trailing lower.

When he started to reach under your skirt, you stiffened slightly, and just then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rafe. He was across the patio, sitting with Sofia, her hand draped over his thigh. But the moment his sharp blue eyes landed on you, something shifted. His face darkened, and before you knew it, he was on his feet, leaving his girlfriend mid-sentence.

“Rafe, what the hell—” Sofia called after him, but he was already storming across the crowd.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” Rafe roared, his voice cutting through the music. Before you could react, he punched the guy square in the face, sending him stumbling to the ground.

“Rafe!” you gasped, your heart lurching in shock.

The guy groaned, clutching his jaw, but Rafe wasn’t done. Topper and Kelce were at his side in seconds, trying to pull him back as he seethed, his fists clenched and his chest heaving.

“Stay the fuck away from her!” he snarled, his voice venomous.

The guy struggled to his feet, blood trickling from his nose. “You’re insane, Cameron!” he spat, lunging at Rafe.

Rafe shoved him back effortlessly, tackling him to the ground. The next thing you knew, he was on top of him, fists flying as he yelled, “You don’t ever fucking touch her again! Don’t even breathe near her or I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Stop!” you shouted, rushing forward. The crowd was frozen, watching the chaos unfold, but you pushed through, your hands landing on his chest. “Rafe, enough!”

He was still raging, his eyes wild as he looked down at the bloodied guy beneath him. You cupped his face, your warm hands pressing against his cheeks, forcing his gaze to meet yours. “Rafe, get a fucking grip. You need to calm the fuck down. Now!”

His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling. For a moment, it seemed like he might lose it again, but your touch brought him back. His hands fell to his sides, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

Behind him, Sofia appeared, her voice high-pitched and frantic. “Rafe, what is wrong with you? Let’s just go home!” She touched his arm, but he yanked it away, glaring at her.

“Go home, Sofia,” he snapped.

Her mouth fell open in shock. “What do you mean, go home? I’m your girlfriend, let’s go!”

“Not now, leave!” he barked, his voice cold.

You couldn’t help yourself. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you even bitchier than usual. “You heard him, Sofia. Go home. You don’t belong here.”

Sofia’s eyes widened in disbelief, darting between you and Rafe. “You’re seriously letting her talk to me like that?” she hissed.

Before she could say anything else, Rafe grabbed your hand, tugging you away from the scene. “We’re done here,” he said, his voice low but commanding.

“Rafe, where the hell are we going?” you protested, but he didn’t answer, his grip firm as he led you out of the party. Behind you, Topper and Kelce were busy hauling the bloodied guy off the ground, muttering about how he shouldn’t have been stupid enough to mess with Rafe.

Rafe finally stopped dragging you as the two of you reached a quiet corner beside his car outside the party. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on his face, highlighting the storm raging in his blue eyes. He let go of your wrist, running a hand through his buzzed hair as he took off his hat and paced like he was trying to collect himself.

“What the hell was that, Rafe?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. The adrenaline from the chaos hadn’t fully worn off yet, and your voice wavered slightly.

He turned to you, his jaw tight. “What the hell was that?” he repeated, his voice low. “What the hell were you doing, letting some idiot put his hands on you like that?”

“Letting him?” you shot back, taking a step closer. “I didn’t let him do anything! I was dancing. What I do at a party is none of your damn business.”

“It is my business,” he growled, stepping toward you until there was barely any space between you. “You don’t even get it, do you? Watching him touch you like that, watching him almost—” He stopped, his hands balling into fists as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

“Almost what? You were the one making a scene in front of everyone, including Sofia!” You hissed her name, unable to stop the bitterness from seeping into your tone.

At the mention of her, something in him cracked. He took a step back, raking his hands across his head again as if trying to keep himself together. “You think I give a fuck about Sofia?” he muttered, his voice quieter but no less intense.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You expect me to believe you don’t care about your girlfriend? The one you’ve been parading around the island? The one you’re probably—”

“Stop,” he cut you off, his voice sharp. “Just stop.”

You froze, caught off guard by the rawness in his tone. He looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time tonight, his anger seemed to shift into something else, something deeper.

“You think I don’t care about you?” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hoarse. “You think I haven’t wanted you every damn second since I first laid eyes on you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you refused to let your guard down. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” you said, your voice laced with sarcasm.

He stepped closer again, his eyes boring into yours. “You drive me insane,” he admitted. “Everything about you, your smart mouth, your attitude, that gorgeous face, the way you look at me like you know exactly what I want and still won’t give it to me. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I’ve tried. God, I’ve tried. That’s why I’m with Sofia.”

You blinked, stunned by his confession. “What?”

“She’s the opposite of you,” he continued, his tone bitter. “She’s quiet. Safe. Easy. I thought maybe if I stayed with her, I could stop wanting you. Stop needing you. Stop being so infatuated with you. But it doesn’t work. It never works. I look at her, and all I see is what she’s not.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “Rafe.”

“And tonight,” he interrupted, his voice rising again, “seeing that guy touch you like that, seeing his hands on you—something just snapped. I couldn’t take it. The thought of someone else having you, someone else even coming close—” He stopped, his hand moving to your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “It makes me fucking crazy.”

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to keep it together. “You’re insane,” you said, though your voice lacked the bite you intended.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his lips quirking into a bitter smile. “I am. And it’s all because of you.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. His hand lingered on your cheek, and you felt your exterior weakening, your heart pounding in your chest.

But then you stepped back, breaking the moment. “You’re with Sofia,” you reminded him, your voice steadier now. “And I’m not some consolation prize for you to mess around with when you’re bored.”

His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re not a consolation prize,” he said, his voice low. “You’re everything.”

The weight of his words hung in the air as you turned and walked away, leaving him standing there alone, the sound of the party fading behind you.

As you walked away, your mind raced. His words, You’re everything, played over and over in your head, making it impossible to think straight. You needed to get out of there, away from him, before you did something reckless.

But Rafe wasn’t going to let you leave so easily.

“Wait.” His voice was low but firm, cutting through the night air.

You stopped, your hands clenching into fists at your sides as you turned to face him. “What now, Rafe? Haven’t you said enough?”

He closed the distance between you in a few long strides, his tall frame towering over yours. His blue eyes burned with something between desperation and determination.

“I haven’t said enough,” he admitted, his voice softening. “I haven’t done enough. I’ve spent so much time pretending I don’t want you, and it’s killing me. I can’t do it anymore.”

Your breath stopped, but you forced yourself to stay composed. “You’re unbelievable,” you said, shaking your head. “You think you can just say all this and it’ll fix everything? That I’ll forget how you’ve treated me, how you’ve flaunted Sofia in my face?”

“She doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice rising. “She’s not you. She’s never been you. I thought being with her would make me forget, but it just made me want you more. Every time I looked at her, all I could think about was you.”

You hated how his words affected you, how they made your chest tighten and your resolve weaken. But you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

“And what about tonight?” you asked, crossing your arms. “What was that, Rafe? You beat that guy senseless in front of everyone, including Sofia. Do you even realize how unhinged you are?”

“I don’t care,” he said bluntly, stepping closer. “Do you hear me? I don’t care. He shouldn’t have touched you. No one should. No one gets to have you, not like that.”

“And you do?” you shot back, your voice sharp. “You think you’re entitled to me just because you’re obsessed?”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t back down. “I don’t think I’m entitled to you. I think I’m the only one who can handle you.”

The words sent a jolt through you, and you hated how much they resonated. He wasn’t wrong. As much as you hated to admit it, no one else had ever gotten under your skin like he did. No one else had ever made you feel this alive, this seen.

“Rafe—“ you began, but he cut you off.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Tell me you don’t feel it too. Tell me you haven’t been thinking about this, about us, as much as I have.”

Your silence was answer enough, and he took another step forward, his hand reaching out to brush against your waist. The contact was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his eyes locked on yours. “Tell me to leave you alone, and I will. But if you don’t—” He trailed off, his meaning clear.

You hated him in that moment, hated how easily he could break down your defenses with just a look, a touch, a word. But more than that, you hated yourself for wanting him anyway.

“I hate you,” you whispered, but the words lacked conviction.

He smirked, his hand moving to cup your face. “No, you don’t,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “You hate how much you want me.”

You stared at him, torn between anger and undeniable desire, your breaths shallow as Rafe closed the distance between you.

“You're so damn frustrating,” you spat, but the heat in your voice gave you away. “You can’t just say all of this and expect me to—”

“Expect you to what?” Rafe interrupted, his tone low and gravelly as he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered for too long, the rough pads of them grazing your skin. “Expect you to admit you’ve been driving me insane this whole time? Because you have, princess. I don’t even care if you hate me. It’s better than pretending I don’t feel this.”

Before you could respond, he stepped closer, pulling you back and pinning you between his body and the cool metal of his car. Your breath hitched as his lips brushed over your ear.

“You’re all I think about,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Even when I’m with her, it’s you I see. It’s always been you.”

His confession hit you like a freight train, but before you could process it, his hand trailed down, brushing over your waist. “Tell me to stop,” he said again, his lips brushing your jaw. “I mean it this time. Say the word, and I’ll fuck off.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The truth was, you didn’t want him to stop.

“I knew it,” he said, his smirk returning as his lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin. “You’re just as bad as I am, aren’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you managed to whisper, but your hands betrayed you, going to the back of his neck as he pulled you closer.

Rafe chuckled, the sound low and teasing, as his other hand slid beneath the hem of your mini skirt. “Make me,” he challenged, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh.

You gasped as he moved higher, his hand slipping between your legs. He paused, his fingers curling around the waistband of your panties. “You’ve been teasing me all night in this little outfit,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Did you wear this for me?”

Your response was swallowed by a sharp gasp as his fingers dipped beneath the lace, stroking your pussy with an expertise that made your knees weak.

“Rafe,” you breathed, your hands clutching his shoulders for support.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice smug. “Say my name.”

His fingers pumped inside your wet pussy, drawing soft moans from your lips as your back arched against the car. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled back, leaving you trembling and desperate.

“Not yet,” he said, his smirk infuriating. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

The drive to Rafe’s place was torturously slow, the air between you unrelenting. His hand stayed on your thigh the entire time, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt. At every stoplight, he’d let his hand drift higher, his fingers rubbing your clit until you were squirming in your seat.

“Rafe,” you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he teased, his hand brushing against you in a way that made you gasp. “Can’t handle a little waiting?”

By the time you pulled into his driveway, you were trembling with anticipation.

Rafe carried you through his room with ease, his hands gripping your thighs and fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your heartbeat thundering as his lips found the crook of your neck, leaving trails of heat with every kiss.

“That guy,” Rafe muttered between kisses, his tone dark and possessive. “If he ever so much as looks at you again, I swear I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Rafe,” you said, your voice shaky, “he’s not worth it.”

“You’re worth it,” he countered, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours.

Before you could respond, he dropped you onto the plush bed, the impact making you bounce slightly. His muscular frame loomed over you, his lips curling into a smirk that was as dangerous as it was intoxicating.

“You’ve been driving me insane, princess,” he said, his voice low as his hands found the hem of your skirt. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the words caught in your throat as Rafe’s strong hands gripped the waistband of your skirt and underwear, tugging them down in one swift motion. You gasped, instinctively trying to close your legs, but he stopped you with a firm grip, his hands warm against your brown skin.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured as he spread your legs, settling between them. “Let me show you how much I want you.”

His mouth found your inner thigh first, his lips and tongue trailing teasing kisses. Every touch sent a spark of electricity through your body, your breaths growing shallow.

“Rafe,” you whispered, your voice trembling with need.

He looked up at you, his blue eyes blazing. “That’s it, princess. Say my name.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on your pussy, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that had your back arching off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming, every stroke of his tongue igniting a fire that burned through your entire body.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned, his voice muffled as he buried himself deeper, savoring every moment like a man starved. “I could stay here forever.”

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the soft strands as you gasped his name. The pressure built steadily, the heat pooling low in your stomach threatening to spill over.

“Please, Rafe,” you begged, your voice breaking. “I’m so close—please don’t stop.”

He pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he smirked up at you. “Not yet, princess. I want to feel you lose yourself on my tongue. Completely.”

He returned with more fervor, his tongue and fingers working together in perfect rhythm. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the tension finally snapping as your release hit you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and soaking his mouth.

Rafe didn’t stop, drawing out every last moment of your orgasm until you were left shaking beneath him.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. “So perfect for me.”

You could barely form words, your body still trembling as he moved to hover over you, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and possessive.

His gaze bore into you and his hand rested on your cheek for a moment, his thumb tracing the corner of your lip. “Are you really sure, princess?” His voice was low, gravelly, almost as if he was holding himself back. “Because if we do this, I’m not stopping until you’re mine completely.”

Your answer was immediate, desperate. “Yes. I need this—I need you.”

He leaned forward, his lips capturing yours in another deep, consuming kiss, his hands exploring your waist. As his shirt hit the floor, your fingers fumbled with his belt, the need mounting between you both. His breath hitched as you freed his hard cock his lips leaving yours as he exhaled a ragged, “You’re so fucking hot, princess.”

You couldn’t help the grin tugging at your lips, though your heart raced under his heated stare. As your hands moved over his shaft, his moan filled the room, deep and unrestrained. “God,” he muttered, his voice catching as he watched you, “you’re better at this than I even imagined. So perfect, you feel like a dream.”

His words sent a rush of heat through you, but when he continued, his tone turned darker, more possessive. “Do you even know how many nights I’ve thought about this? How many times I had to think about you just to get my dick hard?” His hand gripped your jaw gently, forcing you to meet his eyes. “She could never make me feel the way you do, princess. Not even close.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you took him down your throat, your heart racing at his confession. His praises were intoxicating, every whispered word making you feel like the center of his universe. As his hand slid to the back of your head, guiding you to take him down your throat gently, he leaned back against the bedpost, utterly consumed by you.

“Just like that,” he breathed, his voice shaking slightly. “So good—so perfect. You don’t even realize what you do to me, do you?”

His words faltered, and you could see the struggle in him, the raw vulnerability he rarely let anyone see. You bobbed your head faster, your lips suctioning around his cock, your hands firm but careful, determined to show him how much you wanted to please him.

When you paused for a brief moment to meet his gaze, you whispered, “I want it, Rafe. Fuck my face, please.”

His eyes darkened, and he let out a strained laugh. “If I do that, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Good,” you replied, your voice trembling with anticipation. “I don’t want you to.”

The power shifted in that moment, his resolve snapping as his hand guided you all the way down onto him. You felt his control waver, his head tilting back as a deep, guttural sound escaped him. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you up and down his long, thick shaft fast, as the sound of gagging and spit filled the room.

“God, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his voice breaking into praises as his grip tightened. “No one’s ever—no one could ever make me feel like this.”

The pleasure built in him and you glided your tongue all over his cock, getting him sloppy the way you knew guys like him loved it.

“Cum in my mouth,” you begged him, your voice was desperate and shaking, he relented with a deep moans, his praise spilling out like a confession.

“You’re s-so, so good princess, take my cum, take my fucking cum down your throat, you deserve it,” he gasped, as ropes of his hot load shot down your throat.

You swallowed every drop and looked up at him with lust blown eyes, sticking out your tongue to show him that nothing had gone to waste.

“Fuck, you’re my little pornstar,” he smirked, pulling you up to him by your neck into a messy kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, feeling his hard cock press against your wet pussy that had your juices practically dripping on his cock.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, your breaths mingling.

“So bad Rafe, everytime I see you with her I imagine you fucking me deep like I’ve never been fucked before,” you whined.

“Goddamn, you really need this baby. Me too.”

He used the tip of his cock, dragging it along your wet folds as the sound of squelching filled the room. You were about to whine and complain but your mouth fell open as he thrusted into you. You moaned at the intrusion and looked down, only to see he was just half way in.

“Y-you’re so big,” you gasped, gripping his muscular back.

“I know, but you can take it. This tight little pussy was made for my cock,” he whispered, leaning down to bit your ear lobe.

It felt like all the wind had been knocked from your lungs as he slid the rest of his length inside you. Tiny whimpers left your lips when he stilled, savoring how your walls began to welcome him in.

“See, you can take it baby, I can feel it.” He began rutting into you steadily, each time, you could feel the head of his cock brush against an area no man had ever come close to hitting before.

“This pussy is fucking Heaven, princess,” he groaned, rolling his hips to meet yours.

All you could do was moan, the overwhelming pleasure taking your ability to form coherent words.

“You feel amazing, and you’re all mine, all.fucking.mine” His words were accompanied by deep thrusts to emphasize.

“R-rafe, cum,” was all you managed to say as you felt the pressure build up like a dam ready to burst.

“I can feel your pussy just sucking me in and gripping me, go ahead princess, cum for me, s’okay,” he cooed.

You cried out, wrapping your arms around him as he picked up his pace, the dam inside you bursting and your orgasm overtaking you. Your entire body shook and he pressed kisses on your damp forehead, slowly moving inside you to draw every last drop of cum from you.

“That’s it, lose yourself on my cock, I know you’ve been wanting to for so long,” he said, his voice a mix of pride and awe.

He wasn’t finished with you, though. He turned you onto your stomach and you stuck your ass in the air, giving him the best arch despite your entire body being weak and unable to take much more.

“Oh shit, this fucking ass,” he said and you gasped, feeling a sharp sting as his hand connected with you.

He wasted no time burying himself to the hilt inside your wet pussy, the new position making him feel like he was deeper.

“You should see how fucking beautiful you look from this angle,” he praised.

Your ass clapped against him, his cock slamming into you as you gripped the sheets and moaned his name.

“Mm—wait, get your phone,” you managed to say.

Your ass continued to move back on his dick as he stretched to take his phone out of his pants pocket. He opened it and handed it to you, curious as to what you had in store.

It was easy to find Sofia’s contact, she was blowing up his phone with frantic messages that made you chuckle at her desperation. Clicking on her chat, you tapped on the record option and skillfully angled the phone to Rafe behind you, his muscular frame and your ass flattered by the lights in the room.

Rafe stared into the camera as he held your waist, thrusting into you with a smirk on his face.

“Best pussy I’ve ever had princess, no other bitch compares,” he murmured.

“Mhmm—yeah,” you moaned, feeling him hit that sweet spot inside you as he spoke, “and whose cock is this?”

“All yours, this cock belongs to you, it always has.”

At his reassurance, which will be much to Sofia’s dismay, you stopped the recording and tossed the phone aside. The antics you both had put on made you even wetter and you knew neither of you would last any longer. Your walls fluttered around him and your knees wobbled, feeling the intensity inside you build.

“Fuck, that turned you on didn’t it? Rubbing this in her face makes you wanna cum baby? Being my little pornstar has you all dumb on my cock?” Rafe teased.

In response, you let out a series of moans, burying your face in the pillow. Your shame didn’t last long as he gripped your neck, pulling you against his chest, his cock pounding into you harder.

“I need you to squirt on this cock, cum with me while I breed your pussy,” he growled.

Your knees wobbled and your release washed over you, your juices squirting all over him as he came inside you. You hummed in content, the warmth filling you up and making your pussy throb.

“That’s it princess, take every last drop of my cum, we’re not letting any of it go to waste,” he muttered.

Rafe held you close, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist as your bodies melted into each other, the quiet hum of the night settling around you. His lips brushed against the curve of your neck, his voice low and rough with emotion.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his words heavy with meaning. “No one else matters. It’s just us. This is our world.”

A warmth bloomed in your chest, and you smiled softly, pushing back against his cock slightly, teasing him with the faintest movement of your pussy on him. He moaned quietly, tightening his hold on you.

“If you keep doing that,” he warned in a husky tone, “we’re going to have to go another round.”

You laughed, the sound light and easy, as you turned your head slightly toward him. “Tomorrow,” you whispered. “Tomorrow, we can. I’m happy you’re mine now.”

Rafe’s lips found the bare skin of your shoulder, and he pressed a lingering kiss there before responding softly, “Always.”

The weight of his words and the way he held you made everything else fade away. It definitely wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t simple, but in that moment, it was enough.

[bambheez]

nonsense (s.jy)

SUMMARY: you overhear your best friend and roommate jake talking about his massive dick, so you decide you want to see it for yourself. PAIRING: bestfriend/roommate!jake x reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni) WARNINGS: sub!jake, dom!reader, oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, reader is very VERY straightforward, jake has a huge dick, profanity WORD COUNT: 1.5k A/N: this is literally just pure filth. inspired by this post and ofc ‘nonsense’ by sabrina carpenter. as always, if you enjoyed/have feedback, please reblog/comment or send an ask. my inbox is always open!

“Small dick? Seriously? You know I’m—” he paused, remembering you were in the room with him. He turned around to see you laying on his bed, legs up in the air, eyes trained on your laptop screen.

Your ears perked up at the odd conversation; your earbuds were no longer playing any music, but you gave him no impression that you were eavesdropping.

“Know what, Jake? Cat got your tongue?” Heeseung snickered through his headphones, Jay following with a similar comment.

“Nah, Y/N’s in my room but she’s got her headphones in,” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You know I’m bigger than both of you motherfuckers.”

Your lips lifted into a smirk at his confession. You could hear laughter booming from Jake’s headphones as you quietly put your earbuds away and moved off the bed toward him.

“How big?” you whispered against his ear.

He jolted in his seat, wincing from banging his toe into the leg of his desk.

“How big?” you repeated, now standing in front of him, blocking his view of the game. You lifted up your shirt to reveal your stomach. “Would it reach here,” you asked, pointing to a spot above your pubic bone. “Or here,” moving your finger up an inch. “Maybe here?” you circled around your belly button.

Jake visibly reddened, even under the faint green lights of his PC. His fingertips—currently resting against his keyboard—jerked back into motion at the realization that Heeseung and Jay were still on the call.

“Sorry, someone’s at the door,” he mumbled into his mic. “You guys play without me, I’ll hop on later.” He closed out of the game and Discord tab before taking his headphones off.

His fingers were fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, eyes—avoiding contact with yours—staring straight ahead at his desktop wallpaper.

“You didn’t answer my question, Jake.”

“Stop talking nonsense, Y/N,” he turned to look up at you, your body now leaning against his desk. “Why do you even want to know?” his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped.

“So you were lying then?”

“No, but—”

“Then show me.”

Jake could feel himself hardening in his sweatpants. As much as he tried to ignore the ache between his thighs and tell you you were insane, the look you gave him—utterly earnest, like you wanted to devour him—made his insides stir.

You dropped to your knees with a thump, rolling his gaming chair out by its arms to face you. A groan ripped from Jake’s throat at the sight. You sat back on your heels to observe his reaction, his lids hooded and lips slightly parted. He nodded at you, watching as you glanced from his growing bulge back up to his eyes.

The imprint of his cock was visible, and your fingers flitted over him, traveling from his thighs up to the strings of his sweats.

He let out short, quick breaths before whimpering “please”.

You held back a giggle. When had he become so needy?

Pulling off his sweats and boxers in one swift motion, his cock slapped against his lower stomach. “Wow,” your mouth watered at the sheer size. And he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

His breath hitched in response, body squirming in your hold. Jumbled thoughts were running through his head at a hundred miles per hour. This was his roommate turned best friend on her knees, ogling at his erection.

You had thought about the size of his cock before, especially when he was lounging around in gray sweats. You’d caught glimpses of his bulge, and the size of it even when he was soft was enough to make your core throb in anticipation. You had thought about how his cock looked, too, and what you saw in front of you now exceeded your expectations in every way. His tip was red and flushed against his abdomen, a lengthy vein ran from his base to tip, and beads of precum were beginning to form at his slit.

You hesitantly wrapped both hands around the base of his cock. “Fuck,” you muttered. Two hands and barely half of his cock was covered.

He felt scorchingly hot under your touch. You squeezed at his base before devouring as much as you could of him in your mouth.

He cried out from above you, hands gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white. You could feel your underwear sticking to your folds as you tried to discreetly rock back and forth against your heels, desperate for some friction of your own.

You were bobbing up and down on the top half of his cock, tongue swirling around his tip and occasionally digging into his slit. Jake wanted so badly to keep his eyes open, to see the way you peered up at him through your lashes, but he could feel every inch of movement of your tongue running along his veins that the pleasure was much too intense.

Strings of curses flew from his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re doing s-so well,” he whined before gently placing a hand on the back of your head.

I can do even better, you thought to yourself as you slowly removed your hands from his base and took him into your throat.

“Ah, oh f-fuck!” he moaned. You hollowed your cheeks, placing your hands on his hips to steady yourself.

Jake resisted the urge to start thrusting into your mouth, largely due to his disbelief that you could take him all the way.

You gagged around his length and he nearly choked on his breath from the sensation. Working your way down even farther, his tip hit the back of your throat while you moved your hands to knead at his thighs.

You pulled off of him to catch your breath, eyes twinkling up at him as a string of saliva stretched between his tip and your lips.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he croaked out, throat remarkably dry.

You gave him a small smile. Just you wait.

You took a deep breath before bringing your hands to the back of his hips, slamming his cock down your throat in one go. You repeatedly swallowed around his girth and Jake’s entire body convulsed under you, noises he didn’t know he was capable of making falling from his lips.

You buried the tip of your nose in his pelvis; your head was foggy, throat sore, and eyes watering, but the sight of Jake losing complete control under you made it worth it.

“I-I’m gonna—mmph,” he whined, bunching your hair in a fist.

You could see his abdomen clenching and feel his thighs twitching, signaling that he would cum any second. Jake opened his eyes to peer down at you and he had to physically grab your bobbing head to stop himself from cumming.

The view in front of him was the most sinful yet beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your lips were slick and swollen, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth down to your chin. Your hair was in a tangled mess from his grip, and there were tear streaks from your eyes down to your neck.

He brushed your hair out of your face and you smiled, humming around his cock. You sped up your pace before wrapping your arms around his hips again, sucking and swallowing around him as if your life depended on it.

“Oh shit, oh f-fuck, I’m cumming, Y/N I’m—”

You pushed your nose forward and took him to the hilt one last time before he was cumming with a shout of your name on his lips. Spurts of his warm release traveled down your throat, and Jake finally grabbed at your head with both hands, bucking his hips up and fucking your face as he chased his high.

Shockwaves of ecstasy traveled through Jake’s every vein and artery. You swallowed drop after drop of him until his thrashing and jerking under you slowed to a stop. His cock twitched in your mouth one final time, beginning to soften, when he pulled you off of him with a pop.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” Jake moaned like you’ve never heard a man moan before.

“Such a big, pretty cock”, you gave his tip a quick peck before tucking him back into his sweats. “But it’s a shame you don’t know how to use it”, you chuckled.

He whined at the comment, his finger reaching up to the corner of your lips, swiping at the residue of his release. He thought about your question from earlier, picturing reaching your cervix and filling you to the brim with his cum.

“Please, teach me?” he begged.

read part 2 here

[luvnoirs]

caught

paring: paige x fem!reader synopsis: reader walks in on kk and paige during a tiktok live and accidentally exposes their relationship warning(s): none ! (sfw) word count: 742

a/n: shoutout to oomf for giving me this idea lmao

"hey guys. where's p?" you question after you opened the front door to one of the team's shared apartment.

you had first stopped by your girlfriend's shared apartment which was next door, only to find out that she wasn't there. confused, you had sent her a text that had gone unanswered for ten minutes. so then you decided to go next door to see if her other teammates knew where the hell she was.

you were first met with amari as she held a jar of pickles, half of a pickle being chewed in her mouth while she held the remaining half in her hand. aubrey sat on the couch cheering on aaliyah as she wildly danced in front of the tv playing just dance 4.

amari was the only one who actually noticed your presence and she nodded towards the back of the apartment where the rooms were located since her mouth was still busy chewing on the salty pickle.

you thanked her as you made your way out of the common area and into the hallway. you could already hear loud chatter accompanied with the sound of music playing. you instantly knew one of the voices belonged to kk, so you decided to open it because paige was known to keep kk by her side most times.

your assumption was proven right once you finally opened the door and laid your eyes on kk and paige goofing off in front of an iphone camera. their backs were faced towards you while ice laid on the bed playing fortnite so she noticed you first. yet, her eyes widened a bit before they quickly cut towards kk and paige's direction. but before ice could say anything you had beat her to it.

"babe, seriously?"

kk paused her dancing while her and paige both turned around to the sound of my annoyed voice.

you watched confusedly as kk let out an 'oh shit!", scrambling to grab her phone and tap the screen quickly. before you could question it, paige was walking towards you with a surprised expression.

"y/n?" paige questioned. "i thought you said you couldn't come over tonight?"

you smacked your teeth and shook your head at her. "i texted you saying nevermind. then, i showed up to your dorm but you weren't there and when i texted you again you never responded. where is your phone?"

"it died so i had it on the charger while kk and i went live…" paige scratched her head, glancing back at kk who was now sitting on ice's bed biting the inside of her cheek.

"oh shit, you were live? i thought you were making one of those stupid tiktok videos-- ice! why didn't you tell me?" you whacked the side of her leg as she yelled out dramatically.

you and paige haven't exactly made your relationship public yet and you literally avoided the girl as if she was the plague whenever one of the girls went live. it was honestly all your decision for it to be this way because you didn't want the media to focus on who paige was dating rather than her actual talent and love for her community. you also knew how many fans she had and you could only imagine what they would say about you if they had found out that you were dating the paige bueckers.

"hey, i tried to warn them!" ice defended herself, still trying to concentrate on her game.

"they probably screen recorded the live, too" kk added, looking back and forth between you and unbothered paige.

you groaned as paige wrapped her arms around you, resting her cheek on top of your head. "nah it's fine… you weren't in the camera anyway so they can speculate all they want about it."

laughing, you hugged her back. she had practice earlier tonight so she smelled like fresh clean clothes and the lavender soap she uses. you inhaled and relaxed against her body. "your fans aren't dumb, paige…"

paige pulled back a bit to look at your face. "i don't care. i'm tired of hiding you-"

"um, not to be rude, but can y'all do this lovey-dovey shit somewhere else…" kk feigned disgust and held her stomach as if she was sick.

paige rolled her eyes and you let out another laugh. you said goodbye to her two teammates as your girlfriend grabbed you by the hand and walked you out of the room.

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 6

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!Reader

TW: drinking, gambling, swearing

A/N: this one is really short bc I’m a little run down from life rn. Next one will be a bit spicier

Also I have no idea why I kept Jon around this long, he’s a very generic looking guy, I picture him as the sorta boring hot a lot of people get away with.

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The bar is loud.

You slow down on the drinks before departing from Kid, your stool quickly taken up by a pretty lady who draped herself over him. He didn’t bother to shake her off, she’d run off eventually, he was still in a foul mood.

Hip and House were in a booth in the far corner, watching Quincy and Pomp dance to the heavy music. You slip in beside them, leaning against Hip as your lack of sleep and booze caught up with you. House laughs, sharp and high like a fox.

“You look fucked.” She giggles, you swat at her across the table, but the blow was half hearted. Hip pulls you back to lean on her again.

“Maybe you should head home?” She suggests. “It’s not that late, you could catch up on some sleep.”

“Nah, I’m beat but I’m still…” You trail off, tapping your fingers against the table. You didn’t know what it was but it’s like you were wired. Maybe it was the drinks or the bartender’s flirting.

Or Kid calling you pretty. Plenty pretty at that.

You decide it must be the booze and the bartender. House rakes her eyes up and down you, grinning.

“You look antsy, got something on your mind?” She teases.

“Yeah, I’m feeling kinda,” You glance at the bar, hoping to catch sight of Jon. “I think I’m gonna try to fuck the bartender.” You finally announce, Hip spits her drink out, you flinch away from the spray.

“What the fuck?” She shouts, wiping her mouth, eyes wide. House is cackling across from you, worse yet all the noise attracts Quincy and Pomp back to the table. You flush under the attention. “Why the fuck would you fuck him?”

“Wait! Who’s she fucking?” Quincy raises her hand and waves it.

“Yeah, I’m lost.” Pomp chimes in, you smack his arm and try to push him out of the booth.

“The bartender!” Hip shouts.

“Why is it so shocking? He’s hot and he was flirting with me! I just have to ask him and it’ll be fine!” You were drunk, no doubt, because you would never talk about this sober.

No matter how much you flirted and joked, there was always a line of seriousness and you never went over it. Until now.

“You’ve got so many options though!” Hip whines. “Your outta his league.” You shook your head and glare at her.

“That’s what Kid said!” You gesture towards the bar again. “Like am I blind? The guy is hot. You’re all blind.” The group bursts into giggles as House finally stops laughing.

“Wait Kid said what?” She asks, smacking Quincy’s arm to shut her up.

“I said that I thought the bartender was cute and he said I’m too pretty for him, or something like that.” You slur out the words like it was obvious.

“Kid called you pretty?” Hip gasped, you stare at her and nod once, the motion made your head swim. “Oh shit! Pay up bitches!!!” You swing your head around the table as everyone begrudgingly hands over a few Berries to the smiling blonde.

“Wha-What’s happenin’?” You hiccup. House is laughing again and you try to kick her but miss and stub your toe hard. “Fuck!”

“Nothing!” Hip answers quickly. “Sooooo you think the bartenders cute?” She half stands up so she can see him better, he sees her and starts to come over, assuming she wants to order.

“Oh fuck,” Pomp whisper shouts. “We gotta get rid of him.” You nudge him again.

“Why?”

“No reason!” Hip pulls you back to her as Jon arrives at the table, he smiles widely at you and you wave back.

“You guys need another round?” He asks.

“Yes! Another round of beer please!” House shouts, louder than she actually needs to, a nervous smile on her face. Jon glances at you once more.

“What about you, gorgeous? Beer or a refill of your rum and coke?” He’s only focused on you, it makes you flush, the attention is nice.

“Beers fine-”

“She taken!” Quincy shouts, then covers her mouth.

“Oh?”

“No I’m not. What?” You mind is slow to catch up, scrunching your face at her. Jon laughs a little and shifts on his feet.

“She definitely is!” House adds in.

“Yeah? Is it the angry redhead at the counter?” He grins at you.

“Kid? No he’s my-”

“Yup! That’s him!” Pomp is the one who cuts you off this time. Jon keeps grinning at your confused face, like he was in on a joke about you. You frowned harder now.

“That makes sense, he was pretty insistent on paying for your drinks earlier.” He whistled lowly, you can barely hear it. “Surprised he hasn’t decked me yet.”

“Wait he paid for your drinks?” House asks, eyes wide, you nod slowly still confused. “When?”

“Uh earlier?”

“Before or after he called you pretty?”

“Before?”

House and Quincy let out a whoop, high fiving each other. Hip grumbles as she fished out the Berries they’d just given her back out and to their outstretched palms. The pair cheer again and split the cash.

“Well lemme go grab those drinks. Be right back.” Jon says as he’s waking away. You stare after him while your group congratulate each other.

“Why’d you say I’m taken?” You ask the table.

“Well… just to protect you, ya know?” House says.

“You’re drunk and we don’t want him creeping on you.” Hip rubs your back and you glare at her. Sure you’re drunk but not nearly as much as they normally get, you’ve seen all of them run off with someone blitzed out of their mind before. Why’d it be any different for you?

“I wanted to fuck him even when I was sober though.” You say, but the group pretends not to hear you as Jon returns. He places your drink last, giving you one last wink before leaving.

You get up after him, stepping over Pomp who tries to block you, but you push past him. It takes you two steps to catch up with Jon, you grab him arm to twist him around.

“Hey!” You flinch at your own shout, not meaning to be so loud. He’s lost the flirty smirk, his face neutral. “I’m not taken and I- I am interested.”

“You sure?” He asks unconvinced, but his eyes are lit up now. “You’re friends seem pretty sure you’re not.”

“I don’t know why they did that. I’m not with Kid or anyone else.” You state firmly, you don’t really want to ask him to bed outright, but at least you can clarify your status.

“I get it,” He chuckles and you move a little closer to hear him. “They’re looking out for you. But I’m 93% sure they’re rooting for you and the grumpy guy.” He gestures subtly behind you, though you’re anything but as you whip your head to look. Kid is watching with hard eyes, a look he usual reserved for when a fight is about to break out. The pretty lady from earlier is still there, leaning over him.

You laugh when you turn back to him, shaking your head slowly at his behavior. He’s got a hottie for the night, why couldn’t you get your own?

“I don’t know why they’re like this.” You sigh. “But like I said, I’m interested if you are.” That was as outright as you could say it, red cheeks betraying your embarrassment.

“My shift is over at 1. Clear your head and if you’re still around, I’ll come to you.” He offers and you’re a little grateful you have some time to sober up.

“1 o’clock. Gotcha!” You’re grinning back at him now. He nods and turns to go back to work, then pauses to look back at you with a grin.

“Oh and just so you’re aware. I’m pretty sure your friends are betting on your love life.” He throws out then strides off, you almost laugh. Instead you turn back to your group, they’re all watching, tense and ready to pounce.

“Stop betting on me!” You shout as you return, smack each one on the head as you sit.

[byllsbytch]

A Surprise Visit

I was at work yet again, it felt like I never left. I started my shift off the bat at the registers having to force a smile despite getting abused by customers. I stood at the registers serving, repeating the same overused script; “Hi, how are you? Would you like a bag? Are you apart of our membership? Cash or Card?”

I’d been working for 3 hours so far and my break was coming up, I'd kept glancing at the time in the corner of my screen, excited to step away from the repetiveness. It was fine because once I came back from my break another girl was coming in to cover me from the registers and I could begin to clean and mind my business. With such a repetative job i find myself just day dreaming most of the time. But it’s ok, makes the day go fast.

I looked again at the clock and seen I have 5 minutes till I can go on my break.

5 minutes till Freedom.

The queue seem to grow longer as I sighed and called the next customer to my register. In the background I'd seen one of my coworkers coming up to serve and a felt a grin tug at my lips, it was now officially real that I didn't have long till my break. She signed in and instantly started taking through customers.

“Hey, Y/N it’s all good, I can take it from here!” She chirped.

“Oh really?!” I replied excited then shook my head, “I have 5 minutes I can help shorten the queue."

“Nah, just go, I got it sorted.”

I smiled and logged off after serving one of the customers. I walked to the tearoom and grabbed my bag, heading out the store to go grab my Saturday treat - a coffee and muffin.

I kept my head down as I walked out of the store trying not to get held back by a customer asking for help. While looking at my phone trying to avoid eye contact I’d seen Gustavs name glow on my screen.

Before I opened the message I quickly glanced up at to make sure I wouldn’t run into the random massage chairs scattered around the mall, as it surely wouldn’t be the first time. After putting my head down after the quick glance, I immediately shot my head back up to search for the familar face that caught my eye. I gasped loudly as I seen Tom and Georg sitting in the massage chairs both of them in a deep state of relaxation.

“Oh my God!” I yelled, running to the pair with my arms out, “What are you doing here! You’re supposed to be on tour!”

Both boys immediately jumped up from their seats.

“Y/N! We’ve been waiting for you!” Georg exclaimed.

”What the heck guys! I’ve missed you so damn bad.”

The boys embraced me one at a time. Tom closed the space between us, holding me a little bit longer, I intertwined my fingers into his locs and burried my head into his neck taking in his scent that I so dearly missed. Georg stood awkwardly, clearing his throat to remind us he was there. We quickly pecked eachother on the cheek before breaking the hug. Tom continued to linger with his arm prompt along my shoulders.

“Gustav actually just texted me! Where is he? Where is Bill?”

Tom began, “Oh Gustav? He’s actually-“

Before Tom could finish a pair of arms had wrapped themselves around me.

I turned around into the envelope and seen Gustav with a smirk on his face.

“Oh hellooo!” He sang.

I swung my arms back around him and squeezed him tightly as we gave eachother a kiss on the cheek.

“Gustav!” I chirped.

"Long time no see.” He chuckled, behind him stood Bill who just waved and smiled.

I pushed past Gustav as Bill put his arms out to me. I dove my head into his chest and he squeezed me tight. We kissed eachother on both cheeks - a custom I long held with only him.

“I missed my bestie,” I hushed into his ear.

“I missed you too.” He croaked, holding his throat in discomfort.

“Shit! What’s up with your voice?!” I asked concerned which earnt a eyeroll from Bill.

“No seriously why are you guys here? You’re supposed to be on tour!”

“Just to go shopping, you know?” Gustav chimed. I playfully punched him in the arm.

“Just pulling your leg, Bill’s fucked his voice doing something.”

I looked at Bill concerned and he nodded at me.

“He has to go for surgery tonight, doctors over in france says hes got some kind of throat infection.” Georg chimed in.

“Oh my goodness! Are you ok? How did it happen? How are you supposed to treat it? What’s happening with the tour?!”

“One question at a time.” He joked with his raspy voice. “I’m fine, I’ve just been straining my chords too much, I just gotta let it rest but for now the tour is post-poned.”

“That’s a shame, is there anything I can do?”

Bill shook his head with a defeated smile.

“Well, how have the rest of you been?”

-

We spent my whole lunch break walking around and catching up. The band of boys were continuously being stopped by fans to take photos and sign autographs.

We didn’t really get up to much shopping while walking around.

My lunch break was quickly drawing to a close before I had to head back to work.

“Hey look, it's been absolutely awesome being able to catch up with you guys, but I need to start heading back, my break is almost over. I’ll definetly come over later though when I’m finished.”

“Just say you need to go home sick.” Tom suggested as if it was plain obvious.

“Tom! You know I can’t besides we’re short staffed and I need the money.”

“I’ll give you money, how much are you making for this shift?”

“Pft don’t worry about it because I’m not leaving. I still see you guys after work. As long as you don’t go clubbing… I cannot be bothered.”

Bill smirked.

"Don't get any ideas!" Gustav called.

“What girl wouldn’t want to skip work to hang out with the Tokio Hotel?” Tom said shocked.

“We’ll just spend the rest of your shift with you!” Bill announced.

“Seriously!? That’s so sweet of you to offer but I think you need to rest up and I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“We’ll help clean! Let me talk to your manager. She’ll come around.”

“Yeah but what about all the people coming up for pictures?”

“It’ll boost the business, have more customers come in! You’re not getting rid of us Y/N.”

We started in the girlswear department; tidying all the racks and tables with folded shirts on them. The work was getting done surprisingly quickly, the boys were surely not mucking about.

Tom brought over a little denim skirt and pink top with minnie mouse on it. He smiled proudly.

“Look at how cute this would be on our little girl! With little piggy tails and pink hair ties!”

I looked up at him and fell even more in love.

“Our little girl?” Bill puzzled. “Puh- lease! You better keep your dick away from Y/N, that would be the end of the group.”

“Woah relax it’s a cute little fit and you know I want a daughter. Just looking at Y/N makes me want to have a daughter.” He stared me down with a smirk.

He then shook his head as to shake away his dirty thoughts of me. “But man… being in this store. Makes it hard.”

“Ok, noted, don’t let Tom in clothing stores, makes him was to have kids” Gustav joked.

“I just think Bill is jealous that he can’t be Tom’s and Y/N’s little girl.” Georg remarked.

“Or maybe he’s just afraid of losing Tom.” Gustav shrugged his shoulders.

Bill gasped in disbelief. “More like losing Y/N! Could you imagine loosing your bestfriend to this stud!”

I shook my head with a grin as I continued to fold the shirts neatly onto the table.

“Anyways, I’ve been meaning to ask you Y/N, The designer has really fucked my outfits, they look nothing like the drawings I sent through and approved, so because I’m like, you bestest best friend, could you please make up just a few fits for me. I kinda have already sent you the sketches.”

“Bill! Just because I work at a clothing store doesn’t mean I’m a costume designer! I haven’t touched a sewing machine since our home ec class.”

“Yeah well, it couldn’t be too hard, I just don’t have the time to be going to different countries for fittings, plus it would take to long to come all the way from the other side of the world!”

“Where is the other side of the world?”

“Italy.” He cheekily tried to avoid eye-contact.

I raised an eyebrow, “So you can’t pick it up from the next country over? Like maybe grab it on the way?”

He rolled his eyes in frustration, “Y/N I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need you to do it, please it’s just more ideal. It shouldn’t be too hard, mum used to sew us halloween costumes all the time!”

“Get your mother to sew it then!”

He threw a palm to his forehead and shut his eyes.

“Ok! Fine, but don’t expect it to be top tier gucci quality, I’ve warned you.”

He jumped nodding, “Yes, Yes! Oh thank you so much, you’ll have plenty of time while I recover to get it sorted, this is why I love ya!”

I crossed my arms and sighed.

Fuckin good luck to me.

[abiiors]

baking autumn treats 🍪 // george daniel x reader

promptober '23 - day 12

a/n: oh bbf!george how i've missed you <3 cw: weed, flirting wc: 900

george watches her move around the kitchen, absolutely focused on the bowl in her hand. she’s wearing an old apron—brown with a little bear on the pocket that currently holds her tasting spoon and an extra spatula—while she mixes together butter and sugar. 

that’s exactly why he wandered into the kitchen in the first place—when he smelled vanilla and cinnamon and things far more delicious than the cold slice of pizza in his hands. well, that and the half-smoked joint that has his head buzzing. 

but she hasn’t noticed him yet. no, she’s far too busy with her eyebrows pinched in concentration and her lip caught between her teeth as she measures the ingredients. the jar of apple jelly rests precariously close to the edge of the counter. and she’s so engrossed in whatever music she’s listening to (from her old and frayed wired headphones that she’s so emotionally attached to. seriously, george has actually see her be frantic when she thought they were lost.) but he feels caught between two worlds.

in one are matty and the rest of his friends in the living room, locked in an intense round of mortal kombat. in the other is she—baking in the warm kitchen and almost waltzing to herself to the tune of whatever music is playing.

and so george keeps watching from the threshold—so enamoured that he registers it too late when she takes a dazed little twirl and nudges the jar of apple jelly. in slow motion, it falls down. shatters into a million pieces. and jelly splatters everywhere. 

what’s worse however is how her face goes from having the look of excited concentration to one of pure heartbreak. so much so that he can’t help stepping forward. 

“need some help?”

she looks up from the ruined remains of the glass to him, already kneeling down to pick up the pieces and salvage whatever’s left (which is barely anything if he’s being honest.)

“um… not much you can help with,” she sighs, going back to it. when george steps closer to the wreck she looks at him again. “careful with the glass. don’t need you high and bleeding in my kitchen.”

“your kitchen?” he teases and then kneels down in front of her to start picking up some of the bigger chunks. 

with a slight smile she rolls her eyes. “i’m the only one in this house who actually uses it. me and my dad once in a blue moon i guess…” then she clicks her tongue, looking at him with a bit more interest. a bit more scrutiny. “shouldn’t you be outside with matty?”

does she not want him here? 

the thought sends a pang in his chest. here she is—the girl he’s kissed and slept with for fucks sake, all while hiding it from his best friend in the whole world. and he doesn’t even know what she is to him. matty’s little sister? a one night stand? his girlfriend? well that’s a word he certainly hasn’t used before…

“george?”

“yeah?”

she looks at him as if he’s grown two heads all of a sudden. “outside. your friends. my brother.”

“yeah, uh, yeah i was,” he clears his throat with some effort, putting another piece of glass onto the neat little pile next to her. “shouldn’t you be outside with us too? you love mortal kombat.”

“nah, not today,” she shrugs, “i just wanted some peace and quiet today. you lot make too much racket.”

“oh you are right there with us, yelling and screaming when you get into it!” he teases again and she laughs at him. 

he can smell the sweetness that clings to her—sugar and vanilla and cinnamon. something that matches her so perfectly. and once again he goes back to that night, to the taste of her skin and the feel of her body against his own. absolutely fucking perfect. 

his thoughts are about to run absolutely wild when she hisses and abruptly drops a chunk of glass, involuntarily lifting her finger up to her mouth. 

the edge of the piece she just dropped is tinged with red. 

“show me!” he’s alert in an instant, grabbing her wrist and pulling her finger away from her mouth to inspect it. he frowns when he sees the tiny bleeding cut. 

it’s only shallow, just skin deep, but it’s still bleeding. 

“it’s just a nick, george,” she supresses a laugh but when he looks up at her again, her eyes have gone soft. there’s almost a tender expression on her face if he really wants to delude himself. 

so he lamely let’s go of her, nodding absently. 

it’s just a nick. yeah, of course it is. 

“what were you going to do? kiss it better?”

his eyes widen in surprise at her so openly referencing it when she’s rarely done it before. she’s flirting with him! is she flirting with him? something warm fills his stomach—something that very suspiciously feels like hope. 

and so he grins at her, trying to suppress his shyness. “can i sweetheart? kiss you?”

it’s such a risky ask. everyone is right there! right outside the door! and anyone could walk in on them—heads bent together, sitting so close that he only has to lean a few inches to kiss her. and yet none of those thoughts take precedence. all that matters to him is the way she smiles shyly. and then leans forward to bridge those few inches between them. 

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[miimo96]

Thoughts on Re:Zero S3 episode 4

Oh so that's how we're starting this off, already with the Scuffed shit huh, also what do you mean we won't be able to handle them, they look LITERALLY like minions, Not final bosses

I've only seen this guy twice, and I already HATE his ass, Definitely becoming one of the worst fathers in anime history

I swear the more we see Satella the More I wanna know about her, like she is So intriguing to me, and her whole connection with Subaru is 1 of the greatest mysteries to me, because what is it with her and him, Why did she curse HIM of all people and basically make him I think into her archbishop, also why does she want him to kill her?🤔

Oh No. No no no no this cant be happening, Please don't tell me mimi's going to die, PLEASE! Poor Garf's already been through enough 😭😭

So lemme get this straight, you can't exactly move the Witches remains otherwise if you do the whole town will be destroyed, because the witches remains house a special power that could wind up destroying the entire city? Just WHO EXACTLY DID YOU KILL!?

IT'S TYPHON'S REMAINS!? as in the Witch of PRIDE? It's been a while so I can't exactly remember if that's her but if so, you're telling me you guys killed a KID!? 😨 What is wrong with y'all! Also why hasn't Subaru tried offing himself yet, if shit is this Bad, why hasn't he tried going back to fix everything since he knows he'd be expecting it, he seemed pretty eager to that last season when he found out Rem lost her memories, only for it to not work because his Save file got updated, but if his Save file hasn't gotten updated yet he could still do it

Oh my boy Garf going THROUGH IT, also SHE'S ALIVE!? HOW? no like seriously how with a wound like that, that Definitely looks fatal, unless you're Zoro I don't think anyone can survive that, anyway I'm glad she's alive tho 😔

Yo Garfield has to Lock in because this shit with him seeing her makes absolutely No sense, like he should be fighting with the intent to kill, not hesitat, like wtf is up with him, why does THIS bother him so much

NOOOOO! Even though we've already seen the aftermath, it still hits Hard like DAMN IT! Also I wanna throughly apologize for clowning those guys, I was unaware they were Like That...

Uh DUH! I'm not leaving her in his hands, that dude got me effed up if he thinks he's getting away with taking her, as soon as he's done with this little side Quest, He is going to DIE

Look at my boy Subaru getting the RESPECT he deserves ^^

also this little moment between him and Julius was so sweet, like even tho he's a Smug cocky bastard, he's still a pretty good guy, glad to see them finally getting along ^w^

A F*cking DRAGON!? Nah they wilding now

I don't think I've talked about it before, but Subaru actually doing shit is CRAZY, like the character development this season is insane, I have not seen him act like this before, Normally he usually just relies on others and plays support, but the fact that he's actually playing a part during the fight is crazy! The character development for this man ^^

Oh We caught your ass with a set up, now my boy's about to slide you like a baseball game, in simple terms: this is GG's

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Regerntion powers are scary as Hell when YOU'RE the one without them

OMFG! Do you know the amount of PAIN you would be in after landing on a Busted up leg, not only did he land on it, but the fact that he's also still STANDING is amazing, nah Subaru's an absolute G at this point

Hold up he wasn't wearing green before...(processing) What did you do to Otto you bastard? 😡

Hold up that wasn't his name before, also why is he saying "We" all of a sudden, wtf is going on, seriously 😕

Let's go Subaruuu!!! Time to avenge Rem bitch! ^^ Next episode's about to go crazy, and I'm totally here for it >_<

BONUS:

Who the eff starts a conversation like that, Buddy She JUST woke up

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 8: The Hand That Feeds

Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

* Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

* Warnings: language, some brief violence between Rip and Kayce, I think this chapter is pretty tame?

* Word count: 3,498ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y’all 💛.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! 💛🤓

The morning was cold. Fog stretched across the pastures and mountains in every direction as far as the eye could see. It was very early and Stella had just gotten to the ranch. She wanted to start her day out with Abigail. It was easy like Sunday morning with her girl. They would go out riding around and when the sun came up a little bit higher, she would come back and actually start her day job. ‘Whatever it is now.’ She sighed and shook her head.

She shivered from the cold as she walked out of the refuge the barn offered. She zipped her dark green jacket up as high as it would go. Hearing footsteps not far away, she fixed her glasses and gazed around trying to find who else was getting an early start.

Stella was pleasantly surprised when she saw that the person the footsteps belonged to was Kayce. He had his head tucked down against his chest, shielding himself from the cold, his hands buried in his pockets.

Stella greeted him softly while fixing her ball cap backwards. “Hi you.”

Kayce’s head shot up. He didn't expect there to be anyone out here yet. He wanted to clear his head from the disagreement between him and Monica last night. Seeing Stella made him relax. He knew there wouldn’t be many questions, there wouldn’t be judgment. If there was, she always asked for clarification before making any final decisions. If it would have been any of the men, he would have thought twice. They could be worse at gossiping. Like a bunch of old ladies at the hair salon on Main Street.

He stopped just before her. “Hey.” He took a beat. “What’re you doin’?”

“I was gonna go on a ride before I started my actual work day.” Stella smiled. “What’re you doin’? I thought you would have been back at the cabin.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, yeah. Just wanted to clear my head this morning.”

“Oh,” she dragged the syllable out. “So how did the lover’s getaway go?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him with a smirk.

“More like a break for the parents.”

Stella nodded. “Well I mean fair. You both have had a lot happen in a short amount of time. You are more than deserving of a break.”

“Yeah.”

The silence became heavy. Stella checked her saddle, and side-eyed Kayce. “Why were you comin’ up here instead of spending the mornin’ in bed with your wife?” She faced him and leaned against Abigail. The mare shifted onto the leg closest to Stella and caused her to stumble forward. She caught herself and stood up fully again and side-eyed her horse. Abigail let out a low neigh that sounded like she was chuckling. Stella glared at her for a second before looking back to Kayce. “I know you didn’t come here to see lil’ ol’ clumsy me.”

He laughed quietly and challenged her. “Who says I didn’t?”

They made eye contact. Stella immediately looked away. “Kayce, you and I both know that ain’t true.”

“Okay, fine, you got me. I was comin’ down to take Tank out. See how he does outside of the ring, but also clear my head.”

“Do you want me to wait for ya?”

“Nah you go. You’ve got actual work to get to after.”

Stella ignored the small pang of disappointment and covered it with humor. “Well, some of us do have to work around here. But if I see ya, I’ll see ya.” She stepped up into her saddle. Abigail shifted forward ready to go. “Be safe okay?”

Kayce bobbed his head. “I should be saying that to you.”

“Oh pfft, I’m not the one that could find trouble in a paper bag.”

“No, you’d just be the one tagging along with the one who found it.” Kayce meant himself.

Stella belly laughed. “Alright, cowboy. I’ll see ya later.”

Abigail and Stella free galloped along for a good while. The sun was finally up and the cold didn’t bite as badly now. She let out a long sigh and sat back in her saddle as they came to a stop. There was something about the quiet out here that gave her peace.

She thought back to how Kayce sounded when he mentioned him and Monica. Yes, they needed a break. However, there was an underlying tone of annoyance. That couldn’t be good. She hoped that he had taken her advice and talked to Monica.

There were hoofbeats coming up behind her that broke her out of her thoughts. She legged Abigail to make her turn around to face the oncoming intruder of the peace.

Stella smiled fondly. “Well would ya look at what the cat dragged in.”

Rip laughed as he trotted up beside her. “Oh you can go straight to hell, Miss Stella-belle.”

“You love me, good sir, and you know it.” Stella shoved his arm playfully.

“Is that right now?”

“Mmhmm. Yes sir it is. I dare anyone to prove me different.”

Rip questioned her. “What’re you doin’ all the way out here?”

“Clearing my head before my day starts. What are you doin’?”

Rip glanced around at the surrounding tree line. “Lookin’ for a bear that your brother and Jimmy said they saw nearby.”

“These bears are gettin’ big in their britches, ain’t they?”

“Uncomfortably so.”

“You think it’s from redirecting that river?” She asked.

Rip paused and observed her. “You knew about that?”

Stella made a face at the foreman. “How could I not?”

“You weren’t home then. You were at Grand Springs at the time.”

“You think I don’t hear things? Especially after everything that’s happened around me hearing things in the last week?” She raised her eyebrows. In realness, she and Jimmy had spoken about it. She wasn’t going to throw him to the wolf of the Yellowstone known as Rip Wheeler, though.

“Fair.”

Stella threw in a defense for the newest ranch member. “Speaking of Jimmy, y’all have got to give him a break. He’s tryin’.”

“Not hard enough.”

“Rip…,” Stella let the syllable drag out. “He got thrown into the lion’s den. With no one to care or help. Y’all just expect him to know these things, but he’s never lived this before. Lloyd has faith in him, so I do too.”

“You got a thing for our resident dipshit?”

“What? Good lord, no. There’s just something endearing about him.” Abigail turned herself around, unprompted. “Uh okay, we’re facing this way now.” Stella frowned at the motion because normally Abigail didn’t shift much, that big of a shift anyhow. Stella fixed her glasses on her nose as she examined the mare’s body language.

The bay roan’s ears were perked forward in the direction of the stream that ran through the one side of the pasture they were in. Abigail’s nostrils flared as she smelled the wind which caused her to snort loudly when she let the breath out. She danced on her hooves and Stella could swear she heard a horse neigh in distress.

Stella legged Abigail forward to the top of the small hill. Rip slowly trotted behind. She spotted Kayce, horseless, and waving his hat. He yelled and tried to make himself look big. Her eyes darted to the trees where he was facing and she detected the bear making its way downtown hot and fast to Kayce. She heard Kayce yell and kicked Abigail into action. “Damn it all to hell!” She cussed to herself.

Rip sighed. “Found that bear.” He grabbed his shotgun out of its holster, and kicked his horse into gear.

Stella pushed Abigail to gallop as fast as she could. She kept an eye on the bear, and it was closer than she was. “Fuck!” She kicked Abigail again in a plea to open her legs up and fly. She adjusted her glasses again before she would lose her chance and her glasses.

As soon as she was within ear shot, she hollered. “Kayce! On your left!” His head snapped to her and he reached out in her direction. She rushed up on his side, braced herself in her saddle, and shot her right arm out for him. Their arms slammed against one other. With Abigail’s momentum, and Stella’s pull, Kayce swung himself up onto the mare’s hind end. Abigail quickly turned them away from the bear and they heard the gunshot from Rip.

Kayce slammed against her back as he landed fully on Abigail’s hind end. Stella let out an oomf and lurched forward. They galloped back to where Rip stood, and Stella brought Abigail to a stop. Kayce hopped off and Rip started to give him a hard time.

“You could get in trouble in a church.” He taunted Kayce and trotted up to him standing on the ground. “You stood your ground, though. For once.”

“I ain't used to seeing you off my dad's leash.” Stella’s eyebrows raised at Kayce’s comment.

“Guys, not today, please?” Stella tried to steer away the fight she could see brewing.

Rip ignored Stella and dared Kayce to say it again. “What's that?”

Kayce panted, trying to catch his breath. “I didn't stutter.”

Rip hopped off his horse and charged at Kayce. “Go ahead. Come on. Go ahead.” He challenged him. They traded blows fast and Rip was able to get the upper hand.

Stella jumped off Abigail and hurried to put herself in the middle of the men. There had always been animosity between them, and it had only come to blows a time or two. She grappled her way in between them. Kayce’s arm made her hat fly off her head. “Hey hey! Knock it the hell off! Put your dicks away!” Rip’s fist grazed by her face unintentionally, and she jerked her head back to avoid the blow.

Kayce tugged Stella back farther and threw one last solid punch to Rip’s face. “Watch your fuckin’ hands!”

Stella pushed the men apart as hard as she could. “Knock it off!” She stood there and panted. “Y’all are being absolutely ridiculous!” She pushed her eyewear up her nose. Bending down, Stella snatched her hat aggressively off the ground.

“You still can't take a punch, though.” Rip goaded as he got up on his horse. “She would’ve taken it better than you did.”

Kayce asked him. “Where the fuck you going?”

“Ah, there's work to be done. You know what work is, don't you?” Rip turned his horse, which Stella could tell the horse sensed the agitation. “Course you don't. You got your wife for that.” He placed the rifle back in its holster. “By the way, welcome home.” Galloping off left the pair standing there still trying to catch their breath.

“Good lord, Kayce. What’s the deal?”

“You know what the deal is.”

“With the hostility between y’all? Yes.” She walked over to Abigail, surprised she was still here, and grabbed her split reins. “But you knowingly responded with fightin’ words instead of saying thank you, you ass.”

“If I say thank you to anyone, it would be you. You got me away from the bear.”

Stella tapped Abigail to walk toward him so she didn’t have to shout. “Yeah, but he got the bear away from us. For the second time in our lives.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me.” He admitted sourly.

She held her hand out to him and took her one foot out of its stirrup so he had a leg up. “Well c’mon. Hop up. Let’s see if we can find your horse. I doubt Rip is gonna try.”

He climbed up and settled onto Abigail, just behind the saddle. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but he could make it work. Stella stiffened her back and tried to lean forward as far as possible. She didn’t want to be all up in Kayce’s face. Although, if he wanted to stay on using more than just his legs, he had to put his hands on her waist. She took a deep breath to clear the fog that draped itself over her.

Kayce leaned forward a bit. “Is that okay?” He didn’t want to be in the way of her range of movement.

She shook her head. “Yeah, that’s fine. If I need you to move, I’ll let ya know.” Sighing, she nudged Abigail into a trot. With every bump her stomach hit the horn of her saddle. She groaned every so often and Kayce caught onto her discomfort.

“Stella, why are you so far forward?”

“Because I don’t want to be in your face?” She questioned like it was obvious.

Kayce placed himself directly against her back, and leaned forward. There were confused noises that came from Stella. She struggled to get out her question. “Kayce what the hell are you doing?!” His arms grabbed her hands that held the reins and pulled the mare to a halt.

“That’s what I’m doin’.” He tapped the bill of her backwards ball cap and sat back up straight. She turned her head as far as she could to look at him.

“Do you want down or something?”

“No. I want you to sit in your seat.” His voice reminded her of when he was teaching her some maneuver when they were younger. It was just deeper now. “You’re the one controlling the horse, not me. Since when have you ever worried about personal space with me?” He paused for a few seconds. “Ever?”

Stella let out a heavy huff. She leaned back to sit naturally. Feeling Kayce’s chest meet her mid back made her tense up again. He gripped her waist and forced her to sit deep in her saddle.

“You’re fine Stella. Let’s get a move on.” His voice echoed behind her ear. It caused goosebumps to bloom on her arms. She blamed it on the cold.

She shook her head and cleared the cobwebs. Nudging Abigail again, she and Kayce settled into her floaty lope. That mustang was probably halfway to Wyoming at this point. Stella would have believed that, but she spotted Rip leaning against a tree with Tank next to him.

“Well I’ll be damned…,” she trailed off quietly. In shock that Rip actually caught the mustang for them at all.

Kayce slid off Stella’s horse quickly. “Wanna go again? Let's go.”

Stella and Rip started to speak at the same time.

“Oh my fucking god Kayce —,”

“— No, no, no. I think we got it out of our system. For now.” Rip stopped Stella from scolding them.

Stella condescended both of the men, pissed she’d been ignored this whole time. “Did you really? You fuckin’ twelve year olds?”

Rip left her condescension unnoticed. “My job is to protect this family, and you are the worst thing for it.” He pointed at Stella. “For her.”

He walked up to Kayce and got in his face. “You made your choice, Kayce. Now you stand by it. Don't come back now. You wanna do something for your father? For Stella? You do that.”

He passed Kayce and Stella by, and got on his horse again. “'Cause I'll be honest with you, I'm getting tired of burying your secrets.”

He pinned Stella with his gaze. “And I’m tired of pulling you outta the shit he puts you in. I don’t want you to be the thing I have to bury next.”

Stella screwed up her face at Rip’s admission. ‘What the hell is he talking about?’

Stella questioned him angrily. “What the fuck does that even mean? Bury next?” She looked to Kayce as if he had an answer, but then fixed her ire on Rip. “Are you trying to say you think I make bad decisions, or are you threatening me?” She would be damned if she’d let him do that. “You know I’ve always had his back! And yours!”

Rip fired back. “I’m not threatening you, but stop and look at all the bullshit you’ve gotten into by being near him!”

“What? A couple of scars, and a place of my own? I fail to see how that’s bad!” She volleyed back.

Rip rolled his eyes at her behind his sunglasses. He knew her blindness to Kayce was detrimental and it would be like arguing with a wall. Especially if her mind was made up. And in the case of Kayce, it always was. He readjusted in his saddle with a groan. “Okay, Stella.” He sucked his teeth. “I want you to truly think about that. You’ll see.” Rip took off without leaving any more room for argument.

Stella watched Kayce pull what appeared to be a blue folder out of the shovel handle of the shovel that Rip had stabbed in the ground and open it. She stood there looking at the ground as she tried to figure out just what the hell Rip meant. She stepped up into her saddle. When Kayce heard Stella and Abigail come up behind him, he folded it and shoved it in his pocket.

“What was that?”

He said harshly. “You don’t need to know.” Rips words echoed loudly in his mind. ‘You're the worst thing for this family. For her.’

She frowned at the unexpected attitude. ‘It was just a question. Damn.’

She sassed back. “Okay then. I’m gonna go.” She exhaled loudly. “Don’t try to fight anymore bears, I guess.”

Not waiting for him to answer, Stella made Abigail transition from trot to canter quickly. She felt bad for leaving him there, but he had his horse again. He would be fine. He obviously didn’t want her there, so she would go find something to do with the wranglers.

The second Ryan saw Stella coming down the hill on Abigail, he could feel in his bones that something was wrong. He tapped Colby on the shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” he told him as he trotted to meet Stella off to the side.

She came to a slow stop as her brother came up to her. They made eye contact, but then Stella looked off to her left in Rip’s direction. She rolled her eyes and Ryan motioned for her to follow him.

They trotted around to the side of the barn where her car was parked near the bunkhouse. “So what’s going on? What happened with Rip?” He pulled the bandaid off and asked.

The words tumbled out of Stella’s mouth. “I had gone out by myself for my normal morning ride. I came across Rip, then he and I ran into Kayce about to be eaten by a bear, probably that bear you and Jimmy saw. I went to save Kayce and Rip scared it away. The guys ended up getting into it, and then Rip said something about how it was his job to protect the family and Kayce was the worst thing for it and for me. How he was tired of burying Kayce’s secrets and pulling me outta the bullshit Kayce drags me into and I should choose better to not stand by him.”

“Woah slow down. What bullshit has Kayce gotten you into now?”

“None! I don’t even know what Rip meant!” Stella shouted. “I’ve always backed Kayce. Everyone knows that!”

“We all know you’re both a package deal. I think Rip is just in a sour mood. Whatever fight they got in, I don’t think you had anything to do with it. You just got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Yeah well it’s really irritating to be told I shouldn’t be friends with my best friend.” She huffed harshly, annoyed that sounded like a child. “That I make bad decisions.”

“Don’t let him get to you —,” Ryan would have finished his sentence, but the siblings saw Kayce race from the cabin up to his father’s house on Tank.

Stella and Ryan shared a quick look. He waved her on. She hurried Abigail to catch up. The wind whipped through the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail.

“Kayce! What’s wrong?!”

“Monica’s hurt! I gotta go!”

“Shit!” She followed him up to the house with lightning speed. He immediately slid off Tank and ran inside to find his dad.

Stella hopped down from Abigail. Tank chuffed when Stella’s hand touched his side. “Hey, buddy. It’s just me. We’re gonna go back to the barn okay?” Her head snapped up when the two men raced out of the house.

Kayce started to say, “Stella will you —,” but she interrupted.

“— I’ll take care of him. Let me know if you need anything okay?” Kayce nodded his thanks and hopped in the truck.

John called out to her. “Stella?”

“Yeah?”

“I wanna speak with you when I get back, so stick around.” He spoke quickly as he jumped in the driver's seat. The truck took off without giving her time to answer. Stella breathed out heavily and turned to find both horses staring at her.

“What? I’m not in trouble this time.” She hopped up on Abigail and grabbed Tank's reins with her right hand. “At least I don’t think I am.”

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Freaking Out is an Understatement

Summary: (Y/N) cleans up more messes.

            (Y/N) picked up the phone and answered the call before it rang a second time. “Whatever Lucifer’s done, it’s not his fault.”

            “…What has Lucifer done?” Chloe’s voice was deadpan and suspicious.

            (Y/N) coughed awkwardly. At least he and Eve haven’t been caught yet. “Nothing. He’s done nothing.”

            “It’s going to interfere with my case, isn’t it?” said Chloe, sighing.

            “Not at all,” said (Y/N).

            They both knew they were lying, and Chloe groaned. “Fine, fine, whatever. Maybe that’ll get us back to normal…”

            (Y/N) almost warned Chloe about Eve but decided to stay quiet. Who knows what that shock would do to her. “So, uh, if we’re not calling about what Lucifer definitely hasn’t done, what are you calling about?”

            “Well, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders,” said Chloe.

            Uh-oh.

            “You seem to understand the whole ‘God is real, the Devil walks the Earth’ business,” said Chloe.

            Oh boy, what am I being dragged into this time?

            “So I was wondering if you’d talk to Dr. Martin. She’s having a half-angel baby—” Chloe stumbled over the words incredulously. She still couldn’t believe it “—and she’s worried about its angel-ness.”

            “…I’m not good at comforting people,” said (Y/N).

            “I think you underestimate how good your advice is,” said Chloe.

            Damn, flattery. “Fine. But you owe me, Detective Decker,” said (Y/N).

            Chloe smiled into the phone. “Alright, kid.”

            “Be nice to Lucifer when he screws things up!” chirped (Y/N), ending the phone call. God knew what problems Lucifer was going to cause with Eve. Poor Chloe’s investigation was going to go up in smoke. The least (Y/N) could do what keep Lucifer from getting killed by Chloe. (Eve could fend for herself).

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            (Y/N) stood in front of Linda’s door and sighed. They were really getting soft. Seriously, how many times were they taking control of these situations? Apparently, the adults were incompetent. At least they and their friends had brains.

            Well, some of us, thought (Y/N), snickering.

            Still, they were there to help Linda, hopeless softness notwithstanding, so they reached up and knocked.

            A frazzled-looking Linda opened the door. “Oh, (Y/N). What a surprise. Come in.”

            (Y/N) walked in and glanced around the ultra-babyproofed room. “Aren’t you several months away from giving birth?”

            “Well, you know, I like to be prepared,” said Linda, smiling through her tiredness.

            “Uhuh.” (Y/N) was unimpressed and saw through it. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

            “What?” Linda chuckled and waved a hand. “Me? Freaking out? I have no reason to. Absolutely none. I’m just pregnant with a half-angel baby that could pop out with wings and oh dear god how do I parent a baby with powers? Who can fly? Do I need to babyproof the ceiling?!” She was pacing, running through every worry as it spilled out of her.

            Freaking out is an understatement, thought (Y/N) as they watched the therapist spiral. “Okay…right.” They shrugged. “I mean, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

            Linda paused and glanced at them. “You don’t?” So far, everyone else had been equally worried (Amendadiel) or protective (Maze).

            “Nah.” (Y/N) gestured to Linda. “Seriously, it’s an angel’s baby. It’s gonna be healthy and happy, and you’re gonna be able to handle it.”

            “I’m more nervous about after they’re born,” murmured Linda, hand on her stomach and eyes on her babyproofing attempts.

            “Oh, yeah, the powers thing,” said (Y/N). They crossed their arms and shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, those are pretty easy to handle. You just have to focus and get someone to help.”

            Linda blinked, and her therapist brain switched on. “You seem to be very confident of that. Why?”

            “You’re smarter than most of the people we know, so I’m sure you can handle a kid with powers,” said (Y/N). And if Lucifer can, then you definitely can.

            Linda’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What aren’t you saying?” Her eyes widened. “Is there something going on that I should be worried about for the baby?”

            (Y/N) groaned. They weren’t getting away with avoiding the questions. “No, no, I just—Can you sit down before I say anything?”

            Linda hesitantly sat down on her couch, and (Y/N) took the chair across from her. They tapped their length and pulled the edges of their sleeves as their natural anxiety flared. It was one thing for Lucifer or Em to know about their abilities or Chloe to find out since (Y/N) was fighting with them, but to outright tell a human (When did I stop calling myself one?) was frightening. But to help Linda feel better, (Y/N) would do it. (I’m a softie. Damn it).

            (Y/N) cleared their throat and avoided Linda’s gaze. “I, uh, I have abilities.”

            Linda stared, frozen.

            “And wings.” (Y/N) decided to bluntly drop the truth.

            “You—what?”

            “I have wings and powers,” said (Y/N). Before Linda could freak out, they continued, “No, I don’t know how it happened. Yes, I’m fine. No, nothing’s gone horribly wrong. Yes, I have people helping me.” They leaned forward. “But my point is that if I, someone born with totally human parents, can handle having abilities, then you can handle having a half-angel baby. If I’m fine, they’ll be fine.”

            Linda relaxed slightly at their words but eyed them carefully. “Why am I just hearing of this now?”

            (Y/N) gave her an incredulous look. “Do you think I came to terms with it easily?”

            “Fair enough,” said Linda. “But you are alright now, yes?”

            “I was never in danger from my abilities.” (Y/N) smiled. “And Lucifer and Em helped me out.” They extended a hand, and the shadows around them condensed and reached up to their hand. “I have things under control.”

            Linda stared in surprise, and (Y/N) grinned. “See? I got help, and I figured things out. I’m sure that if your child has abilities they’ll have a huge support system around them.”

            Linda smiled. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “No problem.” They stood. “But if you don’t mind, can you not mention my abilities to anyone else? I’m taking it one person at a time.”

            Linda smiled kindly. “Of course, (Y/N). I’m just glad you’re alright.”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N). “And I know that you and your baby will be just fine.” They crossed to the door and opened it. They paused and glanced back at Linda. “Oh, and by the way, try not to stress out when Lucifer comes to see you. Eve of Adam and Eve is back on Earth and trying to flirt with him and drag him into trouble, so he might be making some bad decisions. Bye!” Before Linda could process that, (Y/N) was out the door.

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            (Y/N) walked into Lux and paused. It wasn’t even open, and yet workers were milling around a…catwalk? (Y/N) stared. Now, ordinarily they’d love this. They liked fashion, and they’d gone to various Fashion Week shows with Lucifer. However, with Eve, murder, and a missing necklace in the mix…this could only mean Lucifer was up to something, and (Y/N) knew that being up to something that involved a crime lord wasn’t a fantastic idea.

            “Ah, (Y/N)!” said Lucifer as he saw them.

            “What is this?” asked (Y/N).

            “I’m going to draw out our dear murdered with some excellent bait,” said Lucifer proudly.

            “By holding an auction fashion show?”

            “Precisely,” said Lucifer.

            “How does Decker fell about this?”

            “She’s over there undercover as a waitress,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) looked over, and sure enough, there Chloe was.

            “See, everything’s fine,” said Eve brightly.

            (Y/N) glanced at her and resisted rolling their eyes. Eve had no idea how much danger people could be in this situation. “Dad, you should go and talk to her.”

            “No. I have no need. Besides, my cover is that I’m here with my date and the Detective is a worker.” It was a terrible excuse that (Y/N) saw through immediately and sighed. “Now, Eve, you need to get ready. It’s almost your turn to walk the catwalk.”

            “Don’t tell me you found the necklace and you’re putting it on her,” said (Y/N) incredulously as Eve walked away. “She could take it.”

            “Nonsense. She knows what’s at stake,” said Lucifer.

            “She’s not a professional, Lucifer.” Chloe appeared at their sides, and while Lucifer shifted awkwardly, (Y/N) nodded in assent.

            “Oh, I can assure you, she has plenty of experience. I mean, she’s much older than you, and she lived a long life before she went to Heaven, so she can handle this,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) deadpanned. “Yeah, a party girl can definitely handle crime lords.”

            As if to punctuate their sarcasm, a cry echoed from backstage. It seemed Eve had managed to find trouble before the show even began.

            Decker was instantly on edge and pulled her gun out. “Stay back.”

            Obviously, Lucifer and (Y/N) didn’t listen and followed her to the changing room where a man had a hand around Eve’s neck. A man in a suit held the necklace and her threateningly.

            “Drop the weapon,” said Chloe.

            Lucifer kept (Y/N) behind him and eyed the man warily. His immediate reaction was not to worry about Eve but to check on (Y/N). After all, they were his kids; his first priority.

            “Toby, let her go,” said Chloe.

            “Back off! Back off!” said Toby. “I am walking out of here with this necklace. It belongs to me.”

            “Toby. I know everything, and I understand,” said Chloe.

            “You understand? What do you understand?” said Toby viciously. “That I spent our entire budget on this necklace? That I’m ruined without it? That I’m only stuck in here to get what’s mine?”

            “No, I understand you,” said Chloe. “The reasonable one. The one always taking care of their partner, cleaning up his messes.”

            That’s a weird coincidence, thought (Y/N).

            “Everyone loves Pablo, the ‘Fun One,’ ” said Chloe. “But if they really knew who he was…”

            “He was a train wreck,” spat Toby. “He wasted all our money on hookers and blow.”

            “He doesn’t sound like such a bad guy to me,” said Lucifer.

            “Not helping, Dad,” said (Y/N).

            “And after, after that voicemail, I rushed down there, found him beaten up, the Mirage gone!” said Toby. “I just, I got so angry!”

            “Drop the gun and let her go,” said Chloe.

            (Y/N) flicked their wrist, and a shadow wrapped up around Toby’s ankle. They pulled sharply, and it tugged on him. He yelped and fell back. Chloe ran up and kicked the gun away from her. She flipped him over and pinned him down.

            “Hands behind your back,” she commanded, keeping her gun trained cautiously on him. Hearing the commotion finally, Dan came into the room and knelt to handcuff Toby.

            “You alright?” said (Y/N), looking at Eve.

            “Y-Yes. It was a bit scary but mostly dramatic,” said Eve.

            Lucifer squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder and spoke softly. “Thank you. Good job.”

            (Y/N) smiled and nodded. They thought Eve was bad news, but she so far wasn’t a bad person. (Y/N) wouldn’t leave her to get hurt.

            Lucifer looked at Dan restraining Toby. “Daniel, I’d like that necklace, thank you very much.”

            “What? Do you really think we would just hand you stolen evidence?” said Dan incredulously. He scoffed and pushed Toby out of the room.

            Lucifer looked at Chloe. “Detective? We need that necklace.” To make sure Eve didn’t get hurt, they needed to give it to the crime lord.

            “I’m sorry, Lucifer,” sighed Chloe. “I wish I could help you.”

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            “Stop moping,” said (Y/N), hands on their hips as they looked at Eve and Lucifer sitting despondently on the steps of Lux.

            “But without the necklace, we can’t keep Bashir Al-Fasaad from coming back to hurt me,” said Eve worriedly. She rested her chin on her hands. “And now the fun is done…”

            “Seriously, quite the pity party.” (Y/N) pulled a hand from their jean pockets and held up a necklace. “You’re fine.”

            Eve and Lucifer stared in amazement.

            “How did you get that?” said Lucifer in amazement.

            “Shadows grabbed it for me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. They tossed it to Lucifer. “Now, please, give it to the crime lord and clean this mess up.” They looked at Eve. “And then, you can go somewhere else to have your fun.”

            “Oh…” said Eve. She looked down sadly. “But I didn’t want the fun to end. I mean, I don’t know anyone else here.” She smiled at Lucifer. “And we had fun together.”

            “We did,” acknowledged Lucifer.

            “And I’m sure that if you give me a chance, we can get along,” said Eve to (Y/N).

            “What?”

            “Please? Give me a chance to show that I’m not just trouble, I swear,” said Eve.

            (Y/N) looked at Eve and sighed. “Fine, fine. One chance.” I’m only doing this since Dad is happy to have his friend back.

            (Y/N) turned away before Eve could get too excited and walked towards the stairs up to the elevator. At the top, they bumped into Chloe, awkwardly walking in.

            “Oh, hello, Detective,” said (Y/N).

            “You can call me Chloe, (Y/N).” She smiled before looking around nervously. “Is Lucifer still here?”

            “Yeah, he’s just talking to Eve.” (Y/N) smiled. “But I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to you.” The two turned to face Lucifer and Eve.

            (Y/N)’s smile dropped.

            Eve was kissed Lucifer, and he wore his Devil Face.

            She accepted him. And as Chloe took a step back, heartbroken and ready to leave, (Y/N)’s heart clenched.

            Dad, what are you doing?

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[shit-taster-connoisseur]

BOO!

Haha, Did I Scare Ya?

Anyways I Noticed That You’re Looking For Some Silly Questions, So Your Wish Is Granted Mate!

A Simple One Of Course, What Are Your Thoughts/Opinions About One Of The Villains Such as The Interesting Twins?

JXJDB sure did

These guys, are by far my favorite villians, also im sucker for sibling dynamics

Wished they were taken more seriously, but won't deny some of their episode were my favorites by far (especially OP T.R.I.P). Less because of the gags they thrown them in, but rather we do finally see glimpses of their own personalities cause up until then there rlly wasnt much on them besides them failing and falling out a whole damn window all the time xxbdj honestly, that calls into question how resistant these guys are holy shit

The sister(if anyone got any name suggestions for them plz tell so I can steal them too/j), is fed UP, and I love her for it, cause with the amount of shit she's face i'd go fucking insane too. I vote we should give her gun, all her problems would be solved/j but actually, i enjoy that she's a little shit, impulsive, arrogant, etc, but i think it kinda stems from a fear of failure because how else would they've been known as father's bestest spies? Sector V had knocked down a pedestal, and that fucks with her head, but then their failures began to pile up and now she's becoming increasingly desperate to prove that she's still somehow #1– in turn she because implusive, impatient, etc. Sbe 100% cares for her brother, so at the same time she feels like she's dragging him down, it all piles on. Maybe a vaca would do her some good.

The brother, I absolutely adore him – tbh I adore both of them equally. He seems more like the younger of the two in terms of personality, we seem always following his sister's lead despite how irrational it could be. His loyalty and compassion to her is something that kinda pushes him to being my fav twin spot, cuz well im a sucker for good brother characters. And despite his more "softer" attuide compared to his sister's, they're both evil and flawed equally on the same level ‐ mo manipulation or pressure(well kind), nah-da. As the brother is just as implusive, selfish, and arrogant, but he hasn't let their failure get to his head just yet – in turn, he has more clearer head than his sister, so he ends becoming a voice of reason than a leader.

(Readmore cuz this is long jdbdb)

It's pretty popular theory that they're delightful, which is something I think about a LOT when it comes to their characters. And a bit more headcanon here: their non-delightful selves are still conscious, as to me(inspired heavily by my SS au with a friend), being delightful serves as just a filter for kids. Kinda like you feel the urge to chuck a plate, but because you're delightful, it's like a parasite keeping your hands folded in your lap, controlling your behaviors and words.

And they both don't like that their delightful-selves are fighting against old comrades because they were probably ex-KND operatives. perhaps got caught during a mission in Father's mansion, and faded to obscurity in KND history. Either that, or maybe they were father's first delightful experiments? Before the DCFDTL? Maybe that's why they aren't as insync as the DCFDTL, cuz you'd think them being related by blood would strength that bond.

Honestly, i just want an AU where they're happy:))

More headcanons:

Lesbian/Gay solidarity and hostility

They are the entire Evelyn Evelyn album(or not idk, havent listen to it in awhile)

If they ever do end up being undelightfulized, they'd have vastly different asthetics out of spite. Not sure which ones yet

They'd marathon Saturday morning cartoons to get the full childhood experience!!

They consider the DCFDTL sort like cousins, a familial connection is there at least

They're presumed missing, so they live alone in a house bought by Father. They're able to split the chores usually, but the Brother is the better cook between them, so the sister just does the dishes.

Alternatively they also live in Father's mansion, but because they keep falling out of windows at comical heights, they're in bed rest planning their next schemes, therefore more out the way

If they got turned into animals, they'd probably be panthers or owls idk

(Lord save me it's nearly 1am on a school might xmsb)

[writeforfandoms]

Congrats my darling wifey for the follower milestone!!! I can’t believe your blog has grown so much!!!! 💛💛💛💛

Can we get a little blurb about Logan and Reader from BfG when she’s a teen? Like when she first says/expresses her love for Logan as the father-figure he is??

(P.S. I can’t stop thinking about Logan figuring out how to deal with teen reader and coming to love her as family 🥰🥰)

Babe you have no idea how excited I got when I saw this prompt. I had to run to my BFF and squee over this. Seriously. So so excited

Okay, let's take a peek at how these two did when she was a teen! Mwahaha

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You groaned to yourself as you sprawled out on the floor. Two more weeks. Due to... extenuating circumstances, you had an extra long winter break.

And your current foster parents hadn't been prepared and had shoved you at Logan.

Logan was fine. Gruff. Kinda grumpy. But fine.

But you'd really just rather not be here.

"You up, kid?" Logan rapped on the doorframe. He, at least, let you keep the door closed if you wanted.

"If I say no will you go away?" You regretted the words a moment later but didn't take them back, not quite sure how to apologize.

He chuckled. "If that's what you want," he agreed peaceably, stepping away from the door as you watched.

"What did you want?" You sat up, gaze settling on his chin before you looked away.

He paused, looking down at you. "You up for a little adventure?"

You blinked at him. On the one hand, adventure sounded promising. On the other hand, that probably meant outside, and outside was fucking freezing. Literally.

But this was also the first time he'd asked.

"Sure," you agreed. "What do I need?"

He actually paused at that, considering. "Bring something warm," he said. "I'll be out front." He walked away, giving you space.

You dressed warmly, grabbing an extra beanie and scarf too. Just in case. You'd known Logan off and on for a couple years, since the shifter family had briefly taken you in as an emergency placement.

You knew him enough to trust that he wasn't going to murder you, at least.

Logan was indeed waiting for you out front, standing next to an ATV. You blinked at him before a little curl of excitement started in your gut.

"Ever driven one of these?" Logan patted the front of it.

"No," you breathed, excitement growing, gaze darting from him to the ATV and back again.

"I'll drive us out," Logan said before you could get too excited. "I know a spot."

You were quick to get on behind him, holding tight as he drove. It was chilly, but the sheer excitement kept some of that at bay.

The landscape was untouched and white as far as you could see. It was nothing like what you were used to, although you'd lived multiple places already.

"Is all this yours?" You couldn't keep the astonishment out of your tone, not that you tried very hard.

Logan chuffed a laugh. "Nah," he answered easily. "Got a bit o' land, but this is just open."

You nodded, peeking over his shoulder ahead of you. The land sloped gently down to a big, flat portion that had very few bushes.

Which was where Logan stopped and taught you how to drive the ATV.

It was cold and you managed to fall off into the snow once, to his great amusement. (You tolerated the amusement with only some embarrassment since you hadn't been hurt.) But it was also a lot of fun, and you found yourself grinning, happy at something so simple and yet so fun.

It was a feeling you hadn't had a lot of recently.

Finally, you stopped the ATV near Logan and stumbled off. He caught your shoulders, chuckling.

"Alright there, kid?" He asked, ducking his head briefly to look you in the eyes.

"Good," you agreed immediately before shivering. "Cold."

"Want hot cocoa?"

You perked up immediately, still shivering, shoulders hunching.

Logan chuckled and tugged you back to the ATV, driving the two of you back. You couldn't help but cuddle close for warmth.

Logan was as good as his word - as soon as you got back, he ushered you inside and started on hot cocoa. It was just instant stuff, but it was warm and Logan delivered it to you on the couch.

You slowly migrated across the couch, sipping your cocoa, until you were pressed up against his side. He looked briefly startled and then relaxed, his arm settling over your shoulders.

It was weird, but... a nice kind of weird. You could get used to this.

[whoopsmorewhump]

It's okay just to say 'I'm not okay' (platonic stobin fic)

Robin and Steve feel each other’s pain more than they’ll admit, even to each other. From Whumptober day 30, “It’s okay just to say I’m not okay” bridal carry; plus, another lovely prompt from pearlravenlapis (not quoted here, as it gives too much plot away!)

Rated T; no warnings; Also on AO3.

***

The day had started more than okay.

This adorable girl rocked up at Scoops, with the latest issue of “UFO Reality” tucked under her arm. Robin blurted: “You read it yet? The story on alien skulls inscribed with teeny, snack-sized messages from Elvis totally slayed me dead.”

Dream-girl’s shy smile turned Robin’s knees to jello.

She introduced herself as Maud, and they chatted UFOs for the next forever. Right until a square-jawed, smug-as-hell knucklehead loped into the store, and Maud announced he was her boyfriend.

Now, Robin watched her latest unrequited crush sharing a Strawberry Sundae Extra with her excruciatingly not-worthy-of-her date.

“Seriously, Robin,” said Steve, levelling at her shoulder. “I’ve seen more electricity between a pair of squashed ants. They’re not even talking.” 

Robin wasn’t in the mood for chirpy delusion: “That’s because they’re mainlining ice-cream, Steve.”

“She’s hardly stuffing her face. She couldn’t stop blabbering with you.”

Unable to endure the sight any longer, Robin swung her attention onto him. He was chewing on… Hmmm, to be fair, that was only his first banana of the day. Unusual. He dumped half of it, uneaten, on the hatch.

“Did she even actually wanna talk to me?” wondered Robin out loud. “I honestly can’t remember if she got a word in edgeways. You know how it is, when I can’t stop talking. It’s a fault, believe me I know—"

“You were fine. You said stuff. Maud said stuff back. And it’s not a fault—your mom spouts nasty bullshit, you should accept that. My point is, that girl you like totally—”

“—hates me.” Robin sighed.

“No. She’s probably confused.” He sniffed, pushed his hair from his brow. “She should dump that moron’s ass. Who hangs out in an ice-cream joint when it's this damn cold? It’s practically snowing out there."

"It's not cold in here, Steve.”

“It’s goddamn freezing! I mean, it’s this stoopid outfit—what fascist dictator makes their staff wear shorts in winter?”

“Stopped caring. I'm too institutionalised into looking like a dweeb.” She peeped back, to where Maud spooned a cherry into that jack-ass jock’s cakehole. Argh! She wanted to scream. Instead, she mumbled: “Shit-birds, do you think Maud thinks I'm a dweeb?”

“Jesus, how many times? Look, she reads dweeby UFO mags. So do you! Beyond that, I’m not an alien mind-probe, so quit bugging me already.” She gawked at him—wtf? He skittered his fingers over his eyes, groaned. “Sorry. This stupid cold is making me cranky. I honestly reckon Maud liked you. It’s just—”

“—horribly, insanely, eternally complicated?” Her fists clenched so tight her fingernails gouged her palms. On top of it all, she’d suddenly gotten this anxious dread, churning in her gut. Huh? Go figure. “I guess I’ll just keep smiling through. See my customer service smile?”

She bared her teeth maniacally.

“Remind me to get a mask of that for Halloween.”

“That bad, huh?”

He smiled, kinda pensively. “Nah. If I was a babe into babes, I’d still be battering down your door.”

She wanted to hug him then—despite his germs, which she was kinda grateful she hadn’t caught. Yet. A bratty little mall rat clanged on the bell, Steve hurried off to serve, and Robin continued feeling really, really shit. Right up until he caught her in the backroom, dabbing runny eyeliner with her knuckles.

She turned her back on him. Habit, really.

“Hey.” His hand landed softly on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

“Nothing new.” It’s her turn to sniffle.

“Look, I’m sorry I chewed your head off."

“You apologised already, Steve.”

“I’m apologising again. For the whole goddamn human race. I mean, I totally get your thing with UFOs, because, honestly, you deserve another planet. A better one. Worse thing is, I used to think like the dumbest dumbass in this world of crazy, till I met you, and now… Look, things will be better for you someday, because nobody deserves it more. Till then, I know it sounds cliché, but I’m here for you, and I guess… I dunno, when you have this much bullshit to put up with, it's okay just to say you’re not okay sometimes.”

She flung his arms around him and sobbed noisily into his shoulder. He patted her back, then rubbed soothing circles, and she sobbed even harder. She didn’t really know why she was crying. Yeah, what he said touched her deeply. But she’d never been a random public crier, today’s flop was nothing out of the ordinary, and she couldn’t even blame her monthly cycle… Uuuurgh.

She lifted her face, sniffed hard, grimaced. “I made your uniform all soggy.”

“No sweat. I dig your snot.” His sarcasm dropped off: “Any better?”

She shrugged. Superficially, yes, she felt less doom-y. Her catastrophic life remained just that, however, and that weird unfocussed dread loomed ever larger. 

He reached into his pocket, brought out a paper napkin. “It’s clean, honest. Although I guess the cost of that hug was probably catching my cold, so who cares, huh?”

“I care.” Ew! “And yeah, that had occurred.” She still couldn’t quite bring herself to regret the hug. However much she hated them with anybody else, she had to admit that it’d released happy chemicals. She blew her nose noisily. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Uh, you’ll probably need another for the eyeliner. There’s black goop, like, everywhere.”

She whipped out a powder compact with a mirror. Oh yeah. She’d gone for the full-on Joker look. Possibly, this was why she averted her despairing attention and started scrutinising Steve.

“Steve, are you okay? You look kinda—”

“—terminally dweeby? Or terminally dweeby and totally wrecked?” Catching his own reflection in the little mirror, he dabbed his slightly-less-buoyant-than-usual hair back into place.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a bit peaky.”

“It’s just this stupid cold. Plus, the crappy lighting in this dump. Seriously, sometimes guys need make-up too.”

She used her mirror to stare at him harder than herself now. Yeah, he looked pale, the shadows around his eyes nearly as shouty as her make-up malfunction. She snapped the mirror closed, spiralled back to face him.

“Steve, something else is wrong, isn’t it?”

“Woah! You’re, like, witchy when you do that, right?”

“Witchy?”

“Okay, maybe a bit psychic.”

“Alien brain-probe-y?”

“Yeah, that too. I mean, I figured I didn’t want to bother you, but…” He threw his hands up in surrender. “Let's just say my father has been extra cranky and disappointed in me lately, even by his short-tempered standards. That means extra shouty, and…” He rubbed his brow wearily. “Makes me feel even shitter about my life, I guess.”

“I’m sorry.” She longed to pay back that hug, though even with Steve, she was too squirmy and inexperienced to initiate one. He left then, anyway, heading back out front.

They were both uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the day. He seemed exhausted, and smothered increasingly regular bouts of coughing. She wanted simply to get home, bypass her mom’s daily character assassination, and then sob and bitch to herself about life in general. 

When she finally sank her face into the soon-to-be disgusting and soggy pillow, that feeling of dread overwhelmed her. She simply couldn’t stop worrying about Steve, to the point she felt ill. Which was ridiculous. After all, he was at the end of a phone line, right?

She snuck out past her mom—who was howling her butt off at some screamingly homophobic sit-com—and dialled Steve’s number. When his dad answered, she gritted her teeth, forced herself to be mega polite. 

“Hi there, Mr Harrington. Sorry to disturb you. Is Steve there, please? It’s Robin.”

“Robin? Are you the latest girlfriend?”

“No,” she managed to grind out. “I’m the… friend-friend.”

“Don’t try to be cute.” Seriously, I wasn’t! “If you see him, tell him he owes me a thousand bucks.”

The line went dead. Robin dropped the phone, stared at it as it swung from its coiled wire. What just happened?

She went back to her room, sat down on the edge of her bed. If Steve wasn’t in, was he on a date? He hadn’t mentioned one. That said, given her eternal back-catalogue of disaster on the dating song-list—and her latest episode of moping—he probably didn’t want to upset her. She switched off her lamp, tried to sleep.

Impossible.

What his Dad said rankled, and made no sense anyhow. Why did Steve owe him a thousand bucks? That was a year's wages! Then again, Steve had mentioned something a while back about his tightwad parents charging him rent. It was probably what they’d been rowing over.

By the early hours of the morning, that sensation of dread had flourished to the point where she could no longer stand it. Sleep wasn’t happening, so she pulled on a warm coat and scarf, headed out, and grabbed her bike.

Once Henderson had gotten over the initial shock of her tapping on his window at four a.m., he considered her theory seriously enough: “You reckon his parents threw him out, and he’s sleeping rough somewhere,” he clarified, while he unlocked the wheel of his bike. “Why didn’t he tell us?”

“He can be kinda proud like that. Plus, I was having a beyond-horrible day.” She clutched her handlebars ever tighter. Steve hadn’t needed to tell her, anyhow. She’d known, and her anxieties flurried toward panic. He’d been getting up sick, right? As her clouding breath confirmed, tonight was bonkers cold.

Dustin jammed his woolly hat down over his ears. “Right. If you were sleeping rough in Hawkins, where would you go?”

They tried the bus station, the shop fronts on Main Street, even the High School outbuildings. They wound up outside the police station, debating about whether to go in. 

“Nobody will take us seriously,” pointed out Dustin. “I mean, he’s not technically missing. We don’t have any evidence that he’s not at home in his bed, comfortably snoring, while we’ve been cycling around freezing our faces off.”

“He’s not,” said Robin, and creepily—witchily? —she’d rarely been more convinced of anything in her life. “He’s in trouble. I know it.”

“Seeing as we’ve looked, basically, everywhere, I’m going to need something a bit more scientific than that.”

“We’ve barely started!” protested Robin, as a police wagon drew up beside. Chief Hopper got out, bleary eyed and with a cigarette hanging from one side of his mouth.

“God, that was a wasted call-out,” he muttered, then, belatedly absorbing who they were, said: “What the heck are you two doing here?”

“Being total idiots!” said Robin, so loudly even the Chief baulked. “It’s so obvious! Why didn’t I think of it before?”

Hopper looked crankier. Dustin gesticulated wildly with his thickly mittened hands: “What!?!”

“His car! His dad said something like, ‘Steve owes me a thousand bucks.’ That’s about the value of his car, right?”

“Steve Harrington?” asked Hopper. “Yeah. Kid’s got a nice set of wheels. Anybody gonna enlighten me what you’re doing here at this godforsaken hour?”

“Steve’s been sleeping rough,” said Robin. “In his car.”

“What? Last night?” Hopper frowned. “Temperatures have been sub-zero.” 

“Yeah, we know,” mumbled Dustin. “We also don’t actually know for sure that Steve isn’t home, and this isn’t all in her he—"

“It’s not in my head, Henderson. He’s out there. Chief, you’ve got to help us find him.”

Hopper wearily stubbed out his cigarette, swung open the passenger door. “Get in.”

***

Shivering hurt. His teeth hurt from chattering. As the night got colder, Steve curled up in the backseat of his car and discovered everything hurt.

He never knew cold could feel like this, like how his gran used to describe it—creeping through his veins and into the marrow of his bones. Whatever the heck that was. He was wearing, literally, all his clothes. What the hell else could he do?

He'd used the heater the previous two nights, since he’d taken off from his parents’, basically homeless. Now he was out of gas, and there was no chance of getting a refill can till next payday so…

He curled even tighter, wrapping his arms around himself. Like a hug. He recalled how he and Robin had hugged earlier, how he’d felt better after that, about… everything. Which was stupid. Because it’d solved nothing for either of them. He faintly hoped he hadn’t given Robin his germs. If they even were germs. Who needed germs, when you were this damn freezing?

At length, his fingers and toes stopped hurting and turned numb. Then, at last, he sensed some warmth. Which was weird, but then again, he felt increasingly weird—his skin kinda prickly as if he sweated, then suddenly, he was way too hot. Which was totally nuts, and confusing, but he’d take it. He shrugged off his blanket, which slid into the footwell. He might have removed his scarf, which was getting suffocating, but he was too damn tired.

He slept, shallowly, and the darkness beneath his eyelids grew pitted with white. It wasn’t like snow. Nothing was that yielding or soft. He hadn't the strength left to rub his eyes. He threw all his effort into his next, shallow, whistling breath, and… Christ! It suddenly made sense. He could see his lungs, right? Which was insane, but his fevered little mind saw it anyhow. They seemed all brittle, lined with scratchy glass, scraping and tearing with every breath, until...

An ice-toothed gale blasted him sidelong. Robin's scared face veered up in front of him. Uh, he’s definitely hallucinating, right? Nobody knew he was here; nobody should know. He needed her, though. Kinda figured he’d die here without her, and then… he was just plain scared.

He closed his eyes. Too much. Waaaay too much. And, shit, maybe that wasn’t Robin. Maybe it was her aliens, and those were lights from a spaceship—a UFO?

Somebody—some thing —slid an arm around his shoulder, another under his knees. He was scooped up, and felt the sensation of being carried. His stomach performed a feeble flip. Am I dying? Am I dead? Or am I zooming to another planet!?!

Then nothing. Until…

His lungs still felt too tight. He was lying somewhere warm and soft, however, and the air didn't burn or freeze, nor make him prickle and sweat. In fact, it was kinda soothing and sweet, though it still proved a struggle to get enough.

Somebody squeezed his hand. Somebody or thing was holding his hand! Aliens? If so, why wasn’t he freaking out? He pried his too-sleepy eyelids open. Robin! 

"Steve!" She smiled and gave him another squeeze.  There was a plastic mask over his mouth and nose, and he lifted a hand to bat it away. She stopped him, settled the mask again. “I’d leave that, it’s the oxygen. You’re okay now. You’re gonna be just fine.”

He tried to talk, though speech wasn’t happening. Just an embarrassing croak. Her make-up was smudged again. He almost forced his dry lips into a smirk. He must look worse, but with Robin, that’s okay.

A nurse turned up, checking his pulse, and the oxygen machine, fluffing the pillows. She talked, but he was too sleepy to listen. Robin bobbed up again, working her face strangely, and he couldn’t read whether she was about to laugh or cry:

"Look, Steve,” she burst out, “yeah, it's okay to not be okay. Next time, can you please be more specific about EXACTLY HOW NOT OKAY YOU ARE."

"Okay," he wheezed, and she started up talking again. Her voice soothed him, even though he was too far gone to listen. 

He isn’t okay. He feels weak and jittery and everything aches.

From this new all-time low, he can’t even start to think about what his future might hold without wanting to yell. Which he can't even do! But her, and their friendship—it’s good. Which was probably why, even now, he’s feeling her pain again, just as strong as his. He hated how she suffered every single day, keeping her hopes and dreams a secret. Jesus, whatever hurt her, hurt him, too. And he was stupidly grateful for that, which made no sense either.

Perhaps he should tell her, when he’d gotten his voice back? Before or after he’d thanked her for having somehow saved his life. Or perhaps that would sound crazy and a bit creepy. Or witchy and physic? Huh, hadn’t he accused her of that earlier?

Listening to her talking, he ebbed and sank into somewhere safer and warm.

****

Part of this fic series (whump, platonic stobin & steddie fic)

[toyama-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Kensaku Morimoto

～ November 5th ～

“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”

Login Lines:

“I'm getting the feeling it can't play dumb about my birthday like last time. It didn't work out for me last year, so I might as well surrender. Free stuff isn’t the worst thing anyways!”

“Hey, free things! Nah, I kid, I kid. Thank you for the gift.”

Voice Lines:

“Ah… You know, having partners means they're probably going to try and do something for me. Mmm… I'll let it happen this year, but maybe I should tell them that having them in my life is enough. No need for extravegant surprises or presents.”

“Apparently, my niece has started baking so my little brother and his family are coming over to deliver a cake to me. Maybe I'll go out to lunch with them… It'll be nice to catch up with Hayato.”

“Oh, Asato-kun! It's good to see you! Hm? Yeah, I've been fine. Nobody has come for my bounty yet. Then again, I doubt anyone is wanting to do anything to our team! What? Oh yeah, except him, haha.”

“What did you forget? Oh, presents! Haha, ‘I make horrible science puns but only periodically’? Where’d you find this? Of course I like these cheesy things, I love them! Thank you Asato-kun! And something from Toshiko, huh? A picnic set? Why did she… Oh. Oh! I guess I did tell her about Jakurai and Sayaka. Or more like she forced it out of me. Huh? Did I not tell you guys? Wait, really? I’m sorry! Here, I’ll explain it later… N-Now? Asato, I don’t think- Calm down, kiddo!”

“Hello Yano… I forgot to tell Asato about Jakurai and Sayaka. Yeah, it just slipped my mind. H-Hey! I’m just a little caught up with stuff… It’s nothing like that, Yano. Don’t be gross…”

“It’s a couple of things! Let’s see what the book is first… ‘The Drunken Botanist’? …Yano. Really? You better be honest, I don’t appreciate you mocking me. Pfft, okay fair, fair. Still, this looks like an interesting read! Now the second thing… Aw, cute! They fit together? How do you- Oh, thank you Yano-kun. That is adorable! I’m sure they’ll like their cats too. Wait, is it really that much of a surprise? I guess I wasn’t sure what exactly I was feeling with Jakurai since I thought my days of experimenting my sexuality was long past… What’s that face for? Don’t judge me for being slow about that. Sure, sure, just ‘surprised’.”

Asato Lines:

“Happy birthday Ken sensei… Mhm. Have you been safe? Yeah… I guess nobody is really hunting us down. Well? Yano might be different. Since he has ties to the yakuza, I guess. It must be rough for him…”

“Ah, almost forgot. This is for you. The little retractable badge clip. Looked like the cheesy stuff you like. And gramma insisted I deliver this to you. Not sure why she wanted you to have this thing… Something about you being able to put this to better use…Huh? Jakurai… Saya… Since when? Why didn’t you say? Hmph… No, you gotta tell me now. How long have you been keeping it secret? Sensei…!”

Yano Lines:

“What the hell did you say to get Asato so upset? …You seriously forgot to tell your teammate about your new relationship? Are you stupid? Yeah, I’m sure you’re busy. Anyways, don’t bother sharing your sappy romantic stuff. Just take this gift.”

“Have fun digging around that bag. It’s not much, but you’re hard to buy for old geezer. Heh, figured you could put your two hobbies together. No, I’m not making fun of you! I told you, you like your booze and you do science shit with plants, so? See, I know you at this point. Yeah, that keychain is a set of three. They go together. N-No not like that… Just hand it over. See? Just like that. I figure as a celebration for being able to finally confess, you get your own little cat. Still, you liking Jakurai caught me off guard… I’m not judging! I’m just surprised, prick!”

[fandomficsnstuff]

Family

(Warnings: Angst, angst, some more angst and oh! What’s this??... ANGST:3<3)

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Daisy was laughing with Carl when Andrea and T-Dog approached, Glenn getting up to talk to them and Daisy saw Maggie looking at her, giving her a smile and Daisy ran over “can Carl and I help make dinner next time?” she asked sweetly, Maggie smiling, about to answer when Daryl and Carol arrived “damn it! Isn’t anyone takin’ this seriously? We got us a damn trail!” Daryl stated with annoyance, turning when he heard Daisy running down the steps and Daryl easily picked her up without missing a beat as she hugged him “did you find Sophia?”

“Not yet, ain’t no one takin’ this shit seriously- oh, here we go” he approached a little when he saw Shane, Daisy tilting her head at him “he looks angry” she muttered but before Daryl could respond, Shane got out a shotgun “what’s all this?” he asked, Shane offering him the shotgun “you with me, man?” Daryl looked up at Daisy before taking the shotgun with a single nod “yeah” he muttered and put Daisy down, Daisy looking up at the shotgun with curiosity. “Can I have one?”

“Nah, ain’t old enough yet, this thing’s bigger than you” Daryl muttered casually, Daisy pouting “it’s not!”

“Almost” he stated casually, seeming indifferent towards riling the little girl up, as though her getting annoyed meant nothing but then he ruffled her brown-red auburn hair and she grinned and he cocked the shotgun, following after Shane with Daisy right behind him. “Can you stop? You do this, you hand out these guns, my dad will make you leave tonight!”

“I don’t wanna leave” Daisy piped up, Carl walking down the steps “yeah, we can’t leave! We have to stay, Shane!” Carl decided, Daisy standing next to him. “What is this?” Lori arrived just as Shane put down the bag. “We ain’t goin’ anywhere, okay? Now look, Hershel, he’s just gotta understand, okay? He-... Well, he’s gonna have to. Now, we need to find Sophia, am I right?” he asked and walked over to Daisy and Carl, getting out two revolvers “now, I want both of y’all to take one, alright? You take it and you keep everyone safe, you keep Lori safe, alright? You both do whatever it takes, you both know how, alright? So come on, take them and do it” Daisy looked at Daryl who hesitated but he gave a small nod, Daisy reaching for the gun when Lori shoved Daisy and Carl behind her protectively. “Rick said no guns! This is not your call, this is not your decision to make” Lori hissed, Daisy looking at Carl before looking back at Daryl who glared lightly at Lori as Shane looked up at her. The moment was broken by T-Dog, however. “Oh shit!” T-Dog exclaimed, everyone looking at what he was looking at and Daisy moved over to her uncle, brows furrowing at the sight. “What is Mr. Grimes doing?” she asked innocently, looking up at Daryl who was just as confused. “Stay ‘ere” he mumbled before joining the others as they ran over, Daisy looking at Carl who ran at her, grabbed her hand and then ran with her towards the others. They both caught up with Lori and she took Carl in one hand and Daisy in the other, marching down with the others and Daisy looked at Carl who held his wounded side. “Mrs. Grimes” she tugged on the hand that held hers, pointing at Carl when she looked down and she slowed down the pace, mumbling apologies to Carl but she kept marching down to the barn with them.

As Shane began to fire, Daisy flinched, Lori holding both her and Carl behind her with her partially in the way as everyone watched in shock. As the barn was opened Lori shoved both Daisy and Carl behind her, Daisy glancing back and forth between her uncle and the barn before running out of Lori’s grasp. “DAISY!” Lori screamed, Daryl looking around just in time with worry when Daisy kicked the knees of a walker getting closer to him, Daryl looking ahead of him, ripping Daisy away from the walker and firing a shot into it’s head, Daisy clinging to his leg, her knife out and if it hadn’t been a life or death situation, he would have been proud as hell. He WAS proud as hell, he just couldn’t think about that right now. She was behind him, safe, near him where he could protect her, that’s what mattered. “Daisy- Daisy! Get the gun from my pants” he ordered, Daisy grabbing the gun that was tucked into his waistband at his back and stepped out from behind him, raising the gun, closing one eye, her tongue poking out a little to the side and then she fired, opening both eyes to see the walker drop dead and she grinned before continuing. As the walkers stopped pouring out, Daisy grinned up at Daryl who smirked at her and she hurried over, standing next to him and he placed a hand on her head as he watched the barn closely. “You did good. How many you got left?” he asked casually and as Daisy looked down, checking to see how many bullets she had left, stopping when there was more growling coming from the barn, Daryl’s hand leaving her head to grip the shotgun and she quickly got ready herself to shoot when she saw who stepped out. Daisy’s eyes filled with tears and she dropped the gun, about to run towards Sophia when Daryl caught her with one arm, turning around when Carol sobbed and Daisy got out of his grip, running towards Carol and Daryl dropped the shotgun, catching Carol as she fell to the ground, holding her back as Daisy did the same.

As Sophia stumbled forward, Daisy got up before Daryl could stop her, picked up her gun and ran to Sophia, standing at a distance with the gun pointed at her, crying, trying to see through her tears. “Daisy, no-” Rick was cut off as Sophia reached for Daisy, grabbing at her arms but before he could intervene, a shot rang out, Sophia falling limp, Daisy’s gun raised as she stared at the corpse with tears running down her cheeks, completely frozen. “Daisy?... Daisy?... DELILAH!” Daryl snapped, Daisy looking at him with wet cheeks and Rick approached, carefully walking around to stand in front of her, kneeling down, hands raised as the gun was still in her outstretched hands, finger dangerously close to the trigger. “Daisy, it’s alright-”

“I had to” Daisy whimpered, Rick nodding “I know, I know you did-”

“I had to. I had to” she whimpered again, Rick sighing softly “I know, sweetheart… why don’t you give me the gun, alright?”

“I didn’t want her to be sick anymore” Daisy sobbed, Rick sighing heavily, tears forming in his eyes “I know, sweetie, I know you didn’t… c’mon, give me the gun, it’s alright” he whispered softly, carefully and slowly taking the gun from her hands before pulling her into a tight hug, glaring at Shane while Daisy sobbed into his shoulder, her small arms wrapped around him as she kept sobbing and mumbling that she had to do it, whimpering that she was sorry, over and over again.

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Daisy was quiet as she sat by the fire after Carol left, using the tip of her knife to dig into the dirt, her knees tucked up to her chest and Daryl studied her. “Hey,” he got her attention, her brown eyes meeting his “what? What is it?” he asked sharply, not intending to sound as angry as he probably did but luckily she never thought much of his tone, seeing past it instead of relying on it. She shrugged her shoulders and looked back down at the ground, Daryl studying her. “You mad ‘cause I didn’t go out lookin’ fer Rick ‘n shit?” he asked, watching her shrug again, making him scoff with annoyance “don’t give me that shit” he muttered and she studied him before looking down “why are we staying with them if you don’t care about them?” she asked quietly and Daryl froze, his eyes studying her as the fire lit up parts of her, her brown-red auburn hair that was greasy and dirty, hanging loosely, tangled up in itself from not being brushed. In fact, the last time he had seen her without dirt was at the CDC. “I just don’t get it… why are we here if you don’t care about them?...”

“You care about them?” he asked sharply, watching her shrug again, making him sigh heavily. God he hated this shit. “You wanna leave?” he asked after a while, watching her hesitate before shaking her head “I like them… it’s like a family… I don’t like keeping secrets” she muttered, a hand coming up to scratch the scratch behind her ear without realizing it, Daryl instantly feeling a hint of guilt in his gut but he scoffed “yeah? Well one look at that scratch and they ain’t gonna be much ‘f a family” he warned, Daisy looking at him before looking back down, Daryl, once again, instantly feeling guilty. “Don’t use the tip ‘f your knife like that, alright? Makes it dull” he warned and she stopped poking the dirt, wiping off the tip on her pants before getting up and walking into the tent, pulling up the zipper after her and he sighed heavily. How the hell did people do this shit? Raising a kid? Knowing what to say and what to do. What to tell them when they ask the uncomfortable questions, or even when they asked questions you didn’t have answers to, what the fuck was he supposed to do?

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Daisy peeked her head out at all the yelling, frowning at the sight of Carol and she hesitantly walked over once Daryl turned away, being as quiet as possible so Daryl wouldn’t figure out that she wasn’t in the tent anymore. “He’s just sad about Sophia…” she whispered, Carol nodding as she kneeled down, looking up at Daisy “I’m sorry… I’m sorry I shot her, I’m sorry” she began to cry, Carol shaking her head, forcing a smile as she gently cupped her face in her hands, shushing her “it’s alright, you didn’t shoot her… my daughter died long ago, it’s okay…”

“I didn’t want her to be a monster, I’m sorry” Daisy added quietly, Carol smiling at her with tears in her eyes “I know, thank you… you set my little girl free… don’t feel bad about that, okay?” she asked, Daisy nodding hesitantly before looking at Daryl “I won’t let him leave…” she whispered, Carol smiling at her “I won’t either” she whispered back, Daisy hesitating before hugging Carol tightly. Carol was frozen until she finally wrapped her arms around Daisy, hugging her tightly, tears running down her cheeks as she shut her eyes, allowing herself to imagine it was her own little girl. Just one last time. A goodbye. She parted from Daisy and forced a smile, gently stroking her hair before sighing “go back into the tent, alright, you should get some rest.”

“I’m not tired-”

“Daisy, what the hell’re you doin’?” Daryl snapped as he walked over, Daisy hesitating before turning to look at him “talking to Mrs. Carol. I don’t wanna go… I don’t wanna leave them! You don’t leave family!”

“They ain’t your family, Delilah!”

“Yes they are!!... I like Carl! I like Mrs. Grimes! I like Mrs. Carol, I like Shane and I like Glenn and Dale and Maggie and Beth and I don’t wanna leave them!” she snapped, stomping her foot on the ground, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted “and you can’t make me!”

“The hell I can’t! Whatchu thinkin’, hm?! You ain’t got nobody else! Ya mamma’s dead, your daddy’s dead too and ain’t none of them ever gave two shits about you, a’ight?!” he yelled, Carol staring at him with wide and hateful eyes, her eyes moving to Daisy, ready for the tears to start rolling down the little girl’s cheeks but she just pouted even more and stood her ground “so what?! I like these people and they give ‘two shits’ about me!”

“Don’tchu talk like that!”

“Make me!” she snapped, Daryl pacing back and forth with anger “get in the tent!” he ordered with anger, Daisy lifting her head defiantly before stomping off to the tent, walking in and zipping it up. “And don’t you think ‘bout putin’ that damn lock on it neither!” he shouted and a small thud was heard from a small padlock hitting the floor of the tent, Daryl scoffing, looking back at Carol. “The hell do you think you’re doin’, huh?! She ain’t yours! You stay the hell away from ‘er!”

“She’s a sweet girl, Daryl… she doesn’t deserve what you just told her-”

“What I told her was the truth! Her daddy ain’t never wanted her! Her mom got high every single chance she could get! You know what she was doin’ when this shit all started?! Gettin’ high with some guy, didn’t even notice that Delilah took her gun and ran away! She ain’t even prepared for Delilah’s birthday, just shootin’ up! That’s all she gave a damn about, some damn needle in her arm and not her own little girl!” Daryl shouted loudly, Carol just looking at him with a soft expression “and Merle ain’t never cared neither! Both of them would’ve beat the hell outta her if I’d let them! So don’t you come here tellin’ me how ter be with her, she’s mine, not yours, mind your own business, she ain’t your little girl, your little girl is dead!” he added loudly, staring down at her as she just stood there, looking at him. “Don’t you come here, tellin’ me how to raise her, don’t you think you know what’s best for her, like that damn Jenner guy at the CDC” he scoffed, Carol frowning with slight confusion “what are you talking about?...”

“Nothin’... Just get outta here!” he yelled, waving her off before walking back to the fire, Carol frowning at him even more before hesitatingly turning around and walking back to the house.

Daryl sat outside for a long while, thinking, thinking over everything he’d said, everything Carol had said, everything his niece had said… he sat there thinking before he finally got up, walking to the tent, sitting down just outside it, hesitating. “If Rick ‘n Glenn ain’t back with Hershel tomorrow, I’m goin’ out lookin’ for ‘em…” he spoke, waiting for a response and when he didn’t get any he scoffed “c’mon, I know you ain’t sleeping.”

“Yes I am.”

“Nah, ya ain’t… listen I’m-... I’m sorry, a’ight? All that shit I said… ‘bout-... yer dad ‘n ya mom… it-”

“You weren’t lying…” she called out, Daryl hesitating before sighing “wish I was, though…” he muttered to himself before sighing “just-... if ya wake up and I ain’t there it’s ‘cause I’m out, a’ight? Go find Carol if ya need anythin’” he stated softly, waiting, about to get up when he heard the zipper on the tent, turning to look at her as she poked her head out, studying him before getting out, kneeling down and hugging him tightly before walking back into the tent and zipping it up. He nodded to himself, about to leave when he heard the tiny sound of metal “ain’t no way you’re lockin’ it!” he warned and once again, he heard the thud of the small padlock she had found not long ago at the CDC, having ‘stolen’ it the first chance she got to stick it in her backpack. He had learnt that when she was angry she’d lock the two zippers of the tent together so no one could enter, he had learnt to recognize the sound better than his own voice by now.