#randall carpio x male!reader

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Pairing: The Knights of St. Christopher X Male!Reader

Requested: Yes Request: “The most unhinged request I can think of is the whole wolf pack from the order trying to see who can get reader to say yes to a date first”

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With the pack heading back to the pack house after yet another mission, Hamish had assumed that the day’s excitement was long over. He’s proven wrong by the thunderous snarl that echoes out of the house ahead of him.

He startles to attention, eyes darting to Jack and Lilith on either side of him. Randall. He’d been the only one who’d made it inside so far. If he’d had to transform-  

Hamish breaks into a sprint, ignoring the sound of his packmates rushing after him in favor of bursting through the doorway and crossing swiftly to stand beside Randall, still in Greybeard’s form, halfway to shifting himself before his eyes lock onto the intruder.

His hackles smooth almost instantly as he sees you, sitting sprawled across the couch in the den like you own the place. Well, he practically does, Hamish reminds himself, a broad smile crossing his lips as he starts to approach. His heart warms in his chest at the fond smile that crosses your lips as he gets closer.

“(M/N),” Hamish greets, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You merely roll your eyes, taking his hand and using it to drag Hamish down onto the couch with you so you could loop your arms around him in a crushing hug, “C’mon, Hamish; I’m not some business partner. We’re friends, right?”

Hamish opens his mouth to reply and finds himself interrupted.

“Friends, huh?” Lilith prompts, arms crossed defensively over her chest. “Care to introduce us, Hamish?”

He gulps nervously, eyes darting from Lilith to Randall to Jack, who was standing near the door like he was tempted to run. “Guys, this is (M/N). (M/N)-”

“No, let me guess,” you interrupt, arm curling tighter around his neck. Your eyes narrow as you point at Lilith, “She’s got backbone- fire, which makes her a perfect champion for Timber.” You think for a moment before snapping your fingers as you realize, “That’d make you Lilith, right?” Your grin grows at the stunned nod she gives you and your gaze drifts to Randall’s furred form, “Greybeard, as tenacious as ever. If I remember right, that’d mean you’re Randall.”

Randall transforms back then, shifting slightly in place as he realizes his shift has left him naked in front of the newcomer. He scrambles for a pair of sweatpants that’d been tossed over the back of a chair when they had left earlier.

You look surprised for a split second as you eye Randall but you’re just as quick to shake it off. “Sorry, uh, you look like someone I know from Brakeb-” you cut yourself off with a stunted laugh, like you'd remembered not to finish that thought, averting your eyes to give him some privacy, and turn toward Jack. “Hamish has been kind of quiet as of late, so I’m afraid I don’t know who you might be.” 

He clears his throat nervously and Hamish is stunned to see a faint blush dusting across Jack’s cheeks. “Jack Morton,” he says softly, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. “I’m a kind of recent addition.”

“Makes sense.” You release Hamish then, pushing to your feet to approach Jack, eyes narrowed sharply as you studied him. “You do magic, huh?” You nod to yourself, “Silverback’s champion, then?” 

Jack blinks, staring up at you wide-eyed, still flustered but now more out of shock than awe. “How did you know that?” 

You smile, that same mischievous little half grin that Hamish had grown to love back in the day, and your hand seems to almost flicker for a moment, a pretty purple crocus bloom appearing between your fingers as you extend your hand to him. The grin widens as he takes the flower, eyes wide with shock as he looks up at you, “Takes one magician to know another.”

“Okay,” Randall starts from behind you, seemingly more confident now that he had a robe tied firmly around his waist, “Anyone else wondering who this guy is and how Ham-sandwich knows someone so cool?”

Wordlessly both Jack and Lilith raise their hands.

Hamish knows he should be offended, but he was really too distracted by the sting of jealousy biting at him from how you were looking at his newest packmate. “(M/N) was the one who brought me into the Knights,” Hamish eventually forces himself to say, trying his best not to seem like he’s sulking. As the only other living member of Hamish’s original pack, the last time he’d been able to see you was at Cassie’s funeral before you’d been offered a graduate program at some university so exclusive he hadn’t been able to find anything about it online. Being able to see you again was incredible, but to see you showering your attention over his packmates instead of him-

“What can I say, I knew you were special,” you say, abandoning your mission of flustering Jack to go flop back down by Hamish and sling an arm around his shoulder, tucking him up against your side like it was second nature. 

He hates how easy it is to curl up against you and let himself be held, and how tempting it is to tell you something sappy like how you’re the special one. How you’ve always been special to him.

“Whatever,” he forces himself to say instead, distracting himself by studying his packmates. “What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be off doing your grad-school research at some prestigious school?” Hamish can’t help the derisive twist of his lips as he mentioned your university. It might have been years since you’d left, but Hamish still feels bitter over the abandonment.

“Does it matter?” Lilith interjects, moving to sprawl out across one of the worn out old arm chairs and studying Hamish and the way he reacted to you. “He’s clearly more fun than any of you losers.”

Her words rip a shocked laugh out of you, and, just like that, it's like you’ve been a part of the pack the entire time.

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Randall can’t get over the idea of stuffy old Hamish hiding a secret as cool as you from them. Then again, maybe he can understand it; between your looks, your sense of humor, your unparalleled beer pong skills, and your willingness to help people with things? Yeah, he could understand wanting to keep you to himself.

Even now you were sitting across the table from him in the Blade and Chalice with your feet kicked up on the chair beside you, tossing a ball made from a wadded up napkin back and forth with him while you helped him study for his Anatomy and Physiology chapter exam. And he hadn’t even had to ask for your help! He’d been pouring over his textbook with a rainbow of highlighters sprawled around him when you’d walked in. You had barely glanced at what he was studying before offering your help, and you really knew what you were talking about when you offered advice.

“I think that’s about as much studying as I can take for today without my brain melting,” Randall says, stretching his arms over his head, “Think I could bribe you into getting me a beer? Maybe with a kiss?” He bats his eyelashes and puckers his lips in a way that he hopes comes off as playful, even if he himself knows he’d be more than happy to follow through on his proposal.

A soft huff escapes you and Randall tries not to swoon at the sound, though he can’t bring himself to tear his gaze away from you even as you push up from your seat and make your way over to the bar, speaking easily with the bartender for a few moments before bringing back drinks for the two of you. With how comfortable your company is, Randall finds the hours and drinks slipping away too easily, time blurring his vision to black.

He wakes the next morning dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants that aren't his and tucked comfortably into his bed, his notes and the clothes he’d worn the previous night set neatly on his nightstand next to a bottle of water.

He knows he was far too drunk to have stumbled his way back to the den on his own, especially without having lost his notes, and the smell of you on his new clothes reassures him of how he made it back. A soft warmth stirs in his chest, the knowledge that he actually kind of liked having someone - you - that was willing to take care of him making his heart skip. As if he hadn’t wanted to ask you out before… Now he was determined to date you.

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Lilith’s interest had been captured as soon as she observed the easy way you tormented Hamish and then the way you were so quick to pick on Randall and Jack like you’d been a part of their little pack all along.

Through the last few weeks she’s able to see more and more details that have drawn her in further. The teasing quips you say are genuinely funny, though the things you joke about never cross the line into being hurtful. You are ruthless when hunting down the magicians abusing their powers, but never hesitate to demonstrate your own magic for Lilith or the other Knights when they ask. You share advice from your time as a werewolf, but it isn’t overbearing the way like when Hamish tries to offer guidance, just gentle suggestions and an understanding ear. All of which are great features, of course, but what really drove home her romantic interest was much more personal than that.

It had been an awful morning, with Lilith getting dragged into consciousness by her blaring alarm far earlier than she should have been after a long night’s hunt and reminding her of an test scheduled far too-early. She is further aggravated when she sits up, recognizing the sharp stabbing pain of cramps in her lower abdomen and the sting of annoyance at the realization that she must’ve bled through her pajama pants. 

A soft knock on the door interrupts Lilith’s train of thought, and she finds herself surprised when the door creaks open to reveal the very object of her thoughts. 

You step in slowly, careful to keep your eyes downcast until you’re sure she’s dressed. “Good morning,” you greet her, nudging the door closed behind you and moving toward her. You kneel next to her bed, holding out a to-go cup and a warm pastry from her favorite coffee shop. “I knew you had a big test this morning and you said you’d be getting up around now- I thought some coffee might be nice.”

She blinks, stunned by the sudden kind gesture and is too numb with shock to do much more than accept the offerings. “T-thank you.”

“Absolutely, Lils,” a smile creeps over your features, but it dims quickly as you study her, seeming to see something beyond what little she’d said. Your eyes fall to the sheets sprawled around her, catching quickly against a small splotch of red. “You feeling okay?”

“Shit,” she hisses, jerking one of her blankets over the blood stain. She knows that a period is a natural thing and nothing to be ashamed of, but she can’t help the reaction. “I’m fine.”

You sit back on your heels as you look up at her, an understanding grin tugging at your lips, “Of course you are; you’re pretty damn tough. Why don’t you go get a nice warm shower and I can get this cleaned up for you?”

Something about the second-nature way you say it has her agreeing, sliding out of her bed and padding off to the bathroom. She’d never normally accept help like this, but from you- you make it seem easy to let someone support her.

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Jack’s had a pretty high number of crushes since he started at Belgrave, but not even Alyssa had been quite like you. She’d never made him feel so flustered when she spoke to him, never seemed to understand him with just a look, and never really made him question how important his grandpa’s goal was the way you did. She had never made him want to do something as crazy as leaning down to kiss her where she sprawls out on the couch right as the pack returns to the house from a hard-won fight with a rogue clan of magicians, covered in blood and freshly back to his own form.

You pull back after a few seconds, eyes wide with surprise as you press back into the couch cushions behind you, though Jack is happy to note that you don’t seem upset at the sudden kiss.

“Gooutwithme?” The words escape him in a rush, blurring together in his haste to get them out before he can second guess himself. 

You blink and Jack is reminded that this is the first time he’s seen you so thrown off. “I-”

“Absolutely not!” Lilith snaps, pushing past Randall and Hamish to plant herself between you and Jack. “I called dibs!”

“Wait, wait-” Randall interjects, putting a hand on Lilith’s shoulder as he tries to insert himself into the conversation, “I wanted to ask him out! I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it for weeks!”

Jack’s brows furrow as he processes his packmates’ protesting, “Well, I asked him out first, so-”

Hamish takes this moment to step in, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks over his friends and the baffled expression on your face. “So I take it we’ve all got feelings for him then?” 

“All?” you echo, stunned as you look at your former packmate and old friend. 

Hamish clears his throat, keeping his eyes on his friends and sighing to himself as they each confirm their feelings. “Then there is only one thing to do.” He finally forces himself to turn and face you, “You know now that we all like you, some for longer than others,” he flushes a little as he admits it, but presses on nonetheless. “And at the end of the day, no matter which of us you choose- or if you decide not to pursue any of us- I will support your decision.”

Randall and Jack nod, moving to stand beside Hamish, both looking hopeful but resigned. Lilith looks a little more torn, like she might make an argument but eventually huffs and moves to join the other three waiting for your decision.

Your eyes pass over each of them, thinking through the traits you admire. Lilith is bold and unafraid of speaking her mind. Randall always tries to brighten your mood, whether by showering you in outlandish compliments or cracking dumb jokes to make you laugh. Jack is sweet, attentive and caring in a way that few people are. And Hamish - Hamish had been there with you since your first pack. Through breakups and failed tests and losing your friends- 

“I don’t think I can,” you finally force yourself to say, unsure for perhaps the first time since you’d returned to Belgrave. “I don’t think I could choose one of you over the others.”

Randall shrugged, moving to settle himself across your lap as easily as if he’d done it a million times already, “Well, I’m up for a poly relationship if you guys are.” 

“I, uh-” Jack seems a little startled by the suggestion, startling out of it as Hamish edges past Jack to claim his spot at your side and leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. Jack swallows sharply, moving to sit at your feet and leaning back against your legs as he turns his gaze to the TV and attempts to focus on whatever movie is playing.

“Seriously?” Lilith asks, studying the cuddle pile forming before her. “Fine, but I’m calling dibs on deciding what we do for Tuesday date nights,” she huffs, moving to snuggle in on your other side. If anyone sees the fond smile that finds a home on her lips, no one forces her to admit to it, too content in the comfort and the companionship brought on by the blooming relationship as you all curl up there, packed together tightly and with no desire to be anywhere else.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smut Prompt 56, with male reader and Randall please 🤩

Randall Carpio x Male!reader

The one downfall to living in a house with all of your best friends was that it gave you very little privacy when it came to your… personal activities.

You guys were walking in on each other all the damn time but while the rest of the knights could get away to their significant others homes for alone time you and Randall didn't have those kinds of options.

In desperate times you've had to resort to going out and hooking up in the woods though you have been stumbled upon a few times by joggers who thought all those noises were coming from someone being attacked by a wild animal.

You and Randall hadn't had a moment to yourselves in over three weeks and he was losing his mind, sure you were just as frustrated as he was but Randall's sex drive is so high he would literally have sex five times a day if you let him.

It's friday night and Jack insisted everyone come over for a game night so you, Randall, Hamish, Lilith, Nicole, Gabrielle, Vera and Alyssa were scattered around the living room playing games for a few hours now.

Normally Randall would be enthusiastically spearheading the games but instead he had been giving you looks all night, wanting so badly to sneak off and do anything but play games.

"I think we're out of beer," you announce in the middle of a game, "Randall, you want to help me get some more from the fridge down in the basement?"

"Sure thing babe," Randall nods, throwing his cards down on the table and hopping up to follow you to the basement.

"They're going down there to hook up right?" Jack questions as soon as you're gone.

"Oh definitely," Hamish smirks.

"They at least better bring more beer back when they're done," Lilith huffs, finishing the last of her bottle, she did in fact want another beer but she was not going to get one herself and risk seeing you two fooling around after the incident a few months ago when she walked in on you riding Randall who was handcuffed to the bed.

Down in the basement you have Randall pinned to the wobbly table you guys use as a makeshift ping pong table, lips connected as your hands eagerly wander each other's bodies.

It doesn't take long for Randall to get a boner, he's practically had one 24/7 for the last three weeks and boy is he ready to finally get off to something besides his own hand, you may not have had any time lately to have sex but he certainly could always find the time to jerk off.

Randall groans as you drop to your knees in front of him, haphazardly unbuckling his pants and freeing his hard cock.

"Try to stay quiet understand?" You say looking up at him and he nods again, biting his lip to stifle the moans he wants to make as you gently kiss along his shaft.

Wasting no time you take him in your mouth, you figured your friends probably knew what you were really doing down here but you didn't want them to interrupt the one moment of privacy you finally get to have with Randall complaining about your boyfriend being too loud which has happened many times before.

Randall is biting down so hard on his bottom lip he tastes a slight tinge of blood but he ignores it as you expertly bob your head along his cock.

Fuck he could cum right now just from the way you're sucking him off but he really needs you inside him.

"Y/N, I need you to fuck me," he pleas.

You release him from your lips and get back to your feet, turning him around and quickly shrugging down your pants, Randall gasping the moment he feels your cock press against his ass.

You bend Randall over the table that you hope is stable enough to handle the weight and slip your cock inside, Randall clasping his hand over his mouth to prevent a loud moan from escaping.

There's no time for foreplay, literally and figuratively speaking as your friends are waiting for new drinks and neither you or Randall can wait any longer for an orgasm so you find a steady pace, thrusting into Randall with the intentions of cumming as fast as you could.

You'd make it up to him by taking your time and eating his ass for an hour or two some other day.

Muffled grunts are coming from Randall as you pound into him and with his free hand he reaches down to stroke himself.

In just a couple minutes he's cumming, spurting out all over the floor.

"Oh fuck," he groans and with a few more thrusts you hit your own climax, pulling out of Randall to let your cum join his on the floor.

"Fuck that felt good," you chuckle, looking for something to clean up the mess you two made.

Randall finds an old towel, dropping it to the ground and using his foot to move it around to wipe up the mess, "I've been so horny Y/N, I jerked off four times this week… or was it five… no it was definitely six."

"Well maybe if you're lucky everyone will be too buzzed after another round of beers to notice us sneak upstairs," you grin, kissing him chastely.

"Better yet, let's convince Hamish to break out his expensive whisky to make sure they get drunk," he suggests when you hear the basement door opening.

"Are you guys done banging out your sexual frustration yet we need more beer!" Gabrielle yells from the top of the stairs.

"We were not having sex!" Randall yells back thinking he could cover your tracks.

"We could hear the ping pong table hitting the wall genius you're not that sneaky," she quips.

"Hamish! Where do you keep the tequila?!" Randall states already needing to get away from your friends.

[zaceouiswriting]

The Art of seduction: Randall Carpio

Character: Randall Carpio

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Mentioning smut

The late evening sunlight bathed the world around me in a reddish shine. It was magical and still, my hands couldn't stop shaking. Nervousness began to eat me alive. How could he be so easygoing? After asking such intimidating questions? I still could feel his hands on me. Almost shyly wandered over my clothed body. His lips near my ear, whispering things in my ears, I can’t think about, without my knees getting weak.

Never before have I met someone so confident and completely in love with their own body, without being a narcissist.

Walking beside him, was already enough to make my stomach turn and my heartbeat, faster than the one of a hummingbird. Once in a while, he only lazily smiles at me, as if everything that was going on was normal for him.

But his hand, which never left my back, hold me at his side. I couldn’t move away from him, even if I wanted to. He had me under his control and I let him. The most problematic thing? He knew it. Fully aware, of which power he had over me and I could see in his dark dreaming eyes, that he loved it.

It was sick and still, I loved every moment of it. His glances, short and still fiery, a type of secret public intimacy I had never experienced before. But he seems to know what to do and to say. Which wasn’t much, he mostly guided me over the campus. Where? I could only guess and every single one of them, let my mouth water in anticipation.

„Where are we going?“, I asked him at one point. But he just looked down at me, his curly brown hair, slightly falling in front of his eyes. For a moment I thought his smile transformed into a sinister one, but instead hang a lazy, overconfident smirk upon these full, sinful lips.

He did not answer me at all. Just walked me further over the campus, like a lamb on the way to its demise. Thrilling, but frightening at the same time.

As we slowly wandered into a forest, I already was closing off my life. My last thoughts wandered off to my family and friends. He was a serial killer. I knew it from the start! Way too handsome, smart, charming, and completely out of anyone's league.

The entire time I was thinking, that he would kill me at any given point. Until we came to a house. It was nice, well kept, but as I knew universities, he would never live there alone.

Or he could have killed all the other occupants. Which would feed my serial killer theory, but unlikely. At least I hoped so.

Even the inside of the house was wonderfully kept, everything was clean, like the house of a well-kept young man could be. Nothing completely out of the ordinary brought back some of my sanity. 

That was until he was slowly getting his clothes off. Alone losing the leather jacket he had worn, was enough to almost let me lose all senses. The muscles I had felt before, now better to see, were everything to me at this moment. And then his shirt vanished. At this point, I could’ve drooled all over the place, as much as I cared. He was gorgeous, handsome? Something in this direction. Breathtaking.

Slowly he also pulled his black leather belt out of its sockets, pulling at it, after he joined his hands, so the leather would clutch. I had not known, why he was taking me with him. Yes, we flirted but I would’ve never thought he was into me.

„Are you ready?“, he asked huskily. A hunger in his eyes, I would be willing to satisfy.

But I wasn’t able to move, or say anything. He had captivated me to his fullest. He rounded me, looking me up and down. Just to tear my clothes to shreds. I loved how he handled me, taking what he wanted. And it was just a little teaser of what the night would bring.

[Masterlist]

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Matchmaker ~ R.C.

A/n: I wrote!!!!!! A REQUEST TOO!!!!!! I so hope you guys like this lol. I’m on mobile rn, but I’ll do the read more option later so it’s not such a honker on everyone’s page lol

Request: “...Randall carpio x male reader were the reader is taking his little sister trick or treating and Randall wants to come with because he likes him and the readers little sister keeps pushing her brother towards Randall because she’s ships it!!...”

Word Count: 3700+

MASTERLIST

Halloween had been a terrible holiday for Y/n before his sister was born. Y/n was kind of awkward and struggled to insert himself into situations that allowed him to make friends, so either he went trick or treating with his parents, or he went alone. And walking around a bunch of neighborhoods at night was bad enough without the costumes and the creepy decorations and the dick kids who sat in waiting to make idiots like Y/n pee himself with fright. He never did, but he’d have preferred that to walking around with his parents which was somehow so much worse and always got him teased relentlessly.

When Maddy was born, Y/n had been excited for her to finally grow up and be old enough to go trick or treating with him. Even before that though, no one gave him any crap when he walked around with his parents anymore, because his adorable baby sister came with, and how could they focus on him being a loser if her adorableness was there to distract them?

Y/n finally had a friend. An ally. And the second she could walk, she wanted to walk and talk around with him on Halloween by herself, no parents around. With his awkwardness and her general newness to the world, they became friends. As she got older they argued, and he went through his jerk phase toward the beginning of high school, but at the end of the day they always had each others’ backs when the other really needed it, and that was what mattered.

Things had gotten more difficult when he’d gone to college. He was far away and she was edging toward the end of her middle school years and toward high school, where he knew from experience everything would go wrong. She was even popular and only getting prettier, and in the end Y/n was still awkward and ended up alone more times than not...

But they still had Halloween.

When he had been moving only a few towns away, Maddy had been super excited. She and Y/n had made an agreement that they would see each other for every major Holiday at least, and if they couldn’t pull that off then they would always, ALWAYS see each other on Halloween and each other’s birthday. Last year Y/n had come home, but this year Maddy had begged to stay with him for a week. Y/n had picked her up for her to stay with him; at the end of the week his parents would come and get her.

They said it was for Halloween, but really the time spent together was really refreshing. Y/n lived on campus, and had gotten special permission to let his sister stay with him. While she was there, they both did virtual classes and spent most of the day hanging out.

Unfortunately, being in the dorm that much gave far too many opportunities for Maddy to meet Randall.

Randall Carpio was the chillest RA Y/n had ever heard of. He’d only ever had Randall, but the horror stories he’d heard had him nervous for college for a while. He didn’t drink or smoke or have sex or party for the most part - if at all really - but Randall had made it pretty clear that while he would try to let things slide as much as possible, he also would not hesitate to call someone out if they were really stupid. Mostly because he liked his job. And calling out idiots.

Since coming to school, Randall was really the only person that Y/n considered a friend. Randall had a group he hung out with that didn’t include Y/n, but the two often studied together and hung out in down time. Over time, Randall had begun to spend more and more time around Y/n, finding reason after reason to pop by and say hello and stay a while if he could pull it off.

These days, the reason was always Maddy.

They had been bonding, one extrovert to another, and Y/n was more than happy enough to sit back and watch his thirteen year old sister get along swimmingly with his crush.

Yeah, Y/n liked Randall - but I mean look at the man! Who wouldn’t? He was gorgeous. The kind of person whose smile put the sun to shame in brightness and whose laugh was so nice to hear that it made you smile too, your whole body warming from the center, outward. His touch was warm too, and always joking or gentle. He was never aggressive or mean. The worst he did was tease, and even when he did it was always genuinely funny. It was never those “oh I’m just joking” jokes that aren’t funny, someone just doesn’t want you to be angry with them.

Randall respected their differences and Y/n’s awkwardness and boundaries and the fact that sometimes he couldn’t hang out just because he’d peopled too much that day and needed to recharge on his own. They had cooked together and done homework together and somehow they were equally fun, whether it was a good fight or a day full of puns. Randall was special, and he had Y/n wrapped around his finger whether he knew it or not.

Maddy noticed it immediately. She had always been great at sensing and naming Y/n’s moods, and it hadn’t diminished even with all the time apart. Now, Randall called him a nickname or winked at him as a joke or touched him out of nowhere and there was a smirk on Maddy’s face that would widen more and more as Y/n began to melt into a little puddle at Randall’s feet.

She never said anything, but she didn’t have to. The way she said Randall’s name or asked if he was coming over or what he was up to or if they’d talked that day. The way she pushed the two boys together and would leave them alone at random times out of nowhere. She would even sometimes tease them out loud, calling them boyfriends and asking when they were going to kiss. Y/n almost strangled her each time, but Randall just seemed to laugh and brighten and Y/n would be distracted by that beautiful smile and Maddy’s smile would grow even more.

Things really got going when Halloween came around.

It was on a Saturday this year; the second to last day that Maddy would be in town. It had been nearly a full week of her teasing and Y/n losing his mind. However, he knew when Randall popped in during the morning to say hi and ask how everyone had slept and Maddy slipped in that they would be going trick or treating that night, that things were about to hit the fan. Randall cocked his head and asked about it and Maddy went off about their connection over Halloween, sparing no details of how big a loser Y/n had been his entire life. Y/n sunk into his chair, realizing too late why Maddy had brought this up when in the most innocent voice possible she sighed, “He’s never had a proper Halloween with kids his own age, but he’s always wanted to. Now I guess he’s too old.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s not, but he insists anyway that there’s no point in trying.”

“A betrayal toward yourself,” Randall scoffed jokingly. “I can’t believe you didn’t even ask me if I wanted to go trick or treating! I’m your age, and we are SO not too old for that, especially if we can just say it’s because we’re taking your younger sister.”

Y/n wanted to die on spot. “I just…” he looked at Maddy and tried to hide a glare as she winked at him. She had backed him into a corner so skillfully that he was dizzied by it. She had always been able to astound him with her mastery over manipulation. Never bad, but always impossible to break from. “You want to join us tonight? She’s leaving soon anyway and I’m sure you guys would like to hang out as much as possible since you’re best friends now.”

Randall and Maddy looked at each other, smirking. “Oh you’re definitely my best friend,” Randall agreed. “Who else has my back as much as you?”

“That’s super sad coming from someone who’s like twenty-one when you’re talking to someone who’s thirteen.”

“Are we not best friends?” Randall touched his chest in mock offense.

Maddy laughed. “Fair enough. You’re mine too then. I expect letters or weekly calls.” Her eyes light up. “Maybe you could join Y/n’s! Then I can see my two favorite college kids in one go.”

“I’d love that!” Randall gushed, and Y/n could only smile and nod. Randall pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against then. “Well, I love all of this but before we can absolutely party tonight I so very unfortunately have responsibilities. See you two later?”

Y/n waved as Randall began to slip out the door. “See you.” Randall disappeared and Y/n looked at Maddy with narrowed eyes. “Why do you do me like this?”

Maddy scoffed. “I’m setting you two up, you should be praising me on your knees. It’s not easy and you’re both idiots.”

“He doesn’t even like me back,” Y/n immediately groaned. “You’re just making me look stupid.”

When he saw the look on Maddy’s face, he thought for a split second that she was going to slap him. Not in an angry way but in the way you would to wake someone up. She didn’t though - all she said was, “you’re… joking, right?”

“No?” Y/n offered in return, vice full of awkward hesitation.

Maddy shook her head, smiling to herself. “The worst idiot of them all.” And then she walked away and Y/n looked at the time on instinct and realized he had to get to class; he didn’t have time for an argument. So they both pulled out their computers and put headphones in as they began to start school.

The rest of the day passed normally until school ended. Then Maddy rushed to the bathroom to shower and change into her costume. She was going as Little Red Riding Hood. Y/n was going as the wolf. They had always matched like this, trying to negotiate between the entertainment of laughing and the fact that dressing up on Halloween could seriously dampen Y/n’s already struggling attempts to be cool on any level. Maddy had insisted that this year Y/n dressed up as a wolf man, so he was basically a werewolf. She had done his makeup and she was really great at it, so he looked both super dope and also kind of hot.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. “You have never in your life tried to make me look attractive with makeup.”

Maddy grinned. “You should always doll up a little for a date.”

“It’s not a-“ but before he could finish she ran off to grab her cape. He shook his head, chuckling to himself. As she was finishing up her own costume the doorbell rang and Y/n moved to open it, not surprised to see Randall. He wasn’t dressed up, and his eyes widened when he saw Y/n. It made Y/n flinch. “Yeah I know it’s kind of lame, but Maddy and I always match. You’re running with the dork squad tonight.”

Randall laughed. “I can see why you didn’t have many friends in high school.” He moved closer, and Y/n’s heart stopped in his chest. “People in high school are stupid and miss the fact that dorks are adorable and some of the best kinds of people. I think it’s awesome that you match costumes with your sister.”

Y/n blushed. “Thanks.”

There was a quiet moment where Randall’s eyes scanned Y/n’s face, and his expression changed. Softened, sort of, with a hint of something else that Y/n couldn’t place. It made his body go hot and suddenly he was very aware of the exact amount of space between them. “You okay?” His voice was strangled and he cleared his throat, stepping away from Randall and hoping that either he wasn’t blushing (unlikely) or that his makeup covered it (hopeful at best). “You seem a little out of it.”

Randall didn’t flinch or change at all. He just smiled, the curve of his lips borderlining on a smirk. “I’m definitely in it, don’t worry.” There was something behind those words that Y/n got the feeling he was supposed to pick up, but missed completely. There was an awkward pause and then Maddy entered the room like magic. He realized then she’d probably been waiting again, leaving them alone on purpose. Had he missed something then? A hint? She always told him that he was missing hints and ruining moments with his awkwardness and obliviousness.

Maddy stifled both in one go by twirling, showing off the costume she’d been making all year. She had made Y/n’s too, loving the chance to practice since she wanted to be a designer and make clothes one day. That was how matching costumes had started, and it had become a tradition. Over the years she had gotten incredibly talented, especially for someone who wasn’t even in high school yet.

“What do you think?” She demanded, taking a stance that made her look absolutely adorable. “You look great,” Y/n praised. “You get better every year Mads, it’s amazing.”

Randall’s eyes shot wide. “You MADE these?”

That made Maddy blush. “Yeah. I, uh-“ she fiddled with her cape. This is the only time she was ever really shy. Her clothes making meant a lot to her and the idea that someone she cared about could tell her it sucked… it would break her. Y/n was immediately on guard. Protective.

“It really is amazing, I couldn’t even tell.” His awe was genuine, and his sincere praise made Maddy’s eyes go wide and soft. Y/n could practically see her heart swelling in size as well.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Maybe next year we can all match, I would do anything for a Maddie original, if you would be willing.”

“Very willing,” Maddy proudly stated, getting her confidence back. “I would be more than stoked to see you next year too.”

“I have to say I’d feel the same,” Randall echoed.

The way he’d handled that, and the thought of them still being in each others’ lives… it had feelings swelling in Y/n’s chest that felt strong and pushy. That whispered and pushed and prodded and begged to kiss Randall, or hold his hand, or ask him on a date. To keep him around, as close as possible for as long as possible. Seeing them get along did a lot of things to Y/n, all of them good.

Y/n tried to distract himself from the way his heart was racing. “Too bad we didn’t do this sooner, we could have whipped something up for you. You could have been the grandma. Or the hunter. Kill the werewolf, save the girl.”

Randall smirked, and there was a sense of amusement as he said, “You’d be a better hunter.” Y/n didn’t get the joke, and neither did Maddy from her brief confusion, but he changed the subject before he could be questioned. “We can stop by my room and I can get a flannel. Then maybe we can go see if one of my friends has a fake bow and arrow or something.”

Maddy raised an impressed eyebrow. “You’re good at last minute costuming huh?”

Randall winked, and there was that feeling like they were missing something again. “You have no idea how often I have to change.” He snorted and then turned and Maddy and Y/n looked at each other before shrugging and following after him.

He did end up pulling together a nice outfit that passed well as a hunter, especially after Maddy did some makeup on him to give him a fake wound or two and make his face and hands look like they were dirty. When she was done with him he looked like a hunter straight out of a movie or story book. A really… hot hunter.

Y/n ended up being the first off, leading as Randall and Maddy chatted behind him. It was kind of funny, the hunter and red hiding talking and laughing and joking as the awkward wolf sulked ahead of them. Fitting for the story in a way that made Y/n laugh to think about. Where Maddy was a costume designer, Y/n had always been somewhat of a writer. Perhaps more of a director. He could see scenes in his head. The coloring and the way people moved and the way lines were said. He most often kept those as friends and entertainment instead of real people. It hadn’t helped his lack of actual relationships, that was for sure.

Eventually Maddy called out to Y/n, “What are you laughing about over there?” Y/n fell back so they could catch up, and he began to go off to his sister about the scene he’d been seeing and what had inspired it. He only remembered Randall as he got super into his nerdiest detail obsessions and Maddy laughed at him, shaking her head in amusement. He blushed. “Sorry.”

Randall only scoffed in return. “Please as if you ever have to be sorry for talking about something you’re passionate about. You’ve never talked about this with me before, it’s really cool to hear. Talk all you want.”

That made Y/n blush more, his mind scattering and his heart racing again. Before he could make sense of the jumble in his head he felt Maddy’s shoulder ram into his back. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to set him off balance - just so he tilted a little away from her, taking a step toward Randall and making their shoulders bump. He glared at Maddy but she just looked around like she hadn’t done anything. Perhaps she’d tripped too…

Y/n kept talking about different scenes he’d pictures, which eventually led to a full blown conversation about all the different movie and tv show scenes he would have done differently. Randall was entranced, nodding along and listening intently as Maddy went from house to house to get her candy. Between every house, she would bump into Y/n as he began to put space between him and Randall, and he would be forced to take a step closer or fall into Randall completely, almost making both of them fall. It was becoming more and more obvious that she was doing it on purpose, but no matter how many times he called her out she just blinked large, innocent looking eyes and swore he would have never in a million years.

Randall eventually got very good at catching Y/n.

Finally, he stopped catching and just put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, keeping them close. That seemed to satisfy Maddy… and drive Y/n absolutely insane. They keep the conversation going but Y/n struggled to think straight.

How can he, with a boy like that inches away from him?

When Maddy finally gets tired and is satisfied with her candy haul, the boys make a pit stop at Walmart to buy some candy for themselves as well and the three of them park in Y/n’s living room to watch Halloween movies as they check, exchange, and then begin to eat their candy. Maddy eats until she begins to be sick, saving the rest to ration later. Y/n rations his candy first and eats only one part, not getting sick and having room for actual food. Randall just eats all of his candy and then gives Y/n pouty eyes to steal some of his.

By the end of the night, far past Maddy’s bed time, things have finally calmed down. Maddy and Randall had their sugar crashes and Maddy is curled up on the floor, head resting on Y/n’s thigh. Randall is half asleep but still mumbling about this or that as they watch “Hocus Pocus”. His voice gets softer and softer until he fades out completely, his head falling on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n doesn’t know when he wakes up, but he knows that Maddy’s head is missing from his leg. He realizes why a second later when he hears the snap of a camera and opens his eyes to see Randall crept closer during the night, tangling around Y/n, whose head rests on top of Randall’s dark curls. They’re holding onto each other, and Maddy - behind her phone, camera pointed at the boys - is grinning widely.

“Maddy,” Y/n groans, his voice croaking from still being sleepy.

Randall sighs. “Not the name I was hoping I’d hear first thing in the morning. Especially if you’re going to tease me with the morning voice and everything.”

Y/n blushes, and he thinks it is distinctly too early in the morning for this nonsense. “Tease you how?” He tries to play it off, brush it away. Joke.

Randall doesn’t let him joke. “Oh as if you aren’t the single most fu-���

“MADDY IS MY LITTLE SISTER PLEASE GOD,” Y/n interrupts in a panic, and Randall freezes as he opens his eyes, blinking as he wakes up enough to have some modicum of a censor. Maddy loses her mind laughing.

Randall winces as it sinks in what just happened. “My bad.”

Maddy finally groans, giving up. “Okay I leave for home TODAY and you’re not going to have a matchmaker anymore. Stop this nonsense and kiss or so help me God I’m calling mom.”

Her words have no weight, but Randall accepts the excuse to kiss Y/n anyway, grabbing the other boy’s face and bringing their lips together. It’s the slightest bit bitter as neither of them have brushed their teeth, but neither of them care. They get lost in the tension that had been building up for months finally releasing.

Y/n liked Randall.

Randall liked him back.

When they finally part, both boys look dazed. “You free for dinner today?” Y/n asks softly, swallowing hard.

“Very, very free,” Randall responds immediately.

Maddy collapses onto the ground. “FINALLY!” There’s a pause and then all three of them are laughing. And for that moment, Y/n decides, everything else was worth it.

[lomlmarvel]

It’ll Always Be You II

Randall Carpio x fem!Reader Series

Part Two [Part One]

For the past few hours, you had been catching up on some reading. There wasn't much to do since classes hadn't begun yet. Hamish was getting ready for his first day of class by looking over his scheduling log and re-reading the material he was going to cover the first day. You felt like you didn't even need to attend his first class since you had heard him repeat his speech a dozen times in the past hour.

Lilith had gone to the store to buy groceries and toiletries. She returned and left again to go on a run. The den was quiet, other than Hamish's muttering in the corner of the room as he rehearsed his speech again. He had been making drinks in between and offering them to you while he practiced his speech. You had taken a few, but you could feel the alcohol start to intoxicate your body, and you didn't want to get drunk the day before classes began.

You didn't want to be drunk if Randall came back to the den and wanted to talk to you about what had happened earlier. Honestly, you hadn't stopped thinking about it since it had happened. Why did he keep leaning in if he was going to back out last second? Did he even mean to lean in, or did he even realize it? Did he have feelings for you? Did he know about your feelings towards him?

Your mind was buzzed with all the possibilities as to why Randall leaned in and why he pulled away quickly. Part of you had hoped that it was a mistake and that it meant the two of you would remain friends forever. But the other part hoped that he was as infatuated with you as you were with him. 

You took another large gulp of the alcoholic beverage that Hamish had prepared for you. It had been placed in your hand for the last 10 minutes, but your thoughts had been so busy with Randall that you had forgotten it was there. It was the afternoon, Randall should've been done with doing the last tour and checking in with everyone. He should've been at the den by now. That's if he decided to sleep in his room at the den. Maybe he decided to stay at his dorm to help the freshmen settle in their first night.

 It sucked, knowing this would be the busiest time of year for Randall. It meant you would have to deal with all the Order newbies with Hamish and Lilith, not that they weren't good company, but you preferred to be with Randall.

"What's wrong?" Hamish called out to you. He had been watching you for the past few minutes, seeing as you harbored the alcoholic beverage in your hand. You would usually take it all in one sip, but this time was different. He knew something was up when you showed up at the den by yourself and without Randall. The two of you were always together, even when Randall had to be working. 

"Nothing. Just tired of reading 'Hamlet' again. I finished 'Ready Player One' a couple of days ago, so this is the only book I have left," You replied, lifting the old cover of 'Hamlet' that was in your hands.

"You can get started on the philosophy readings you have to do--" Hamish started, but you cut him off.

"No, thanks. I have one day of summer left, and I do not want to spend it doing homework," You stated. Hamish smiled at you, placing his lesson plan on the table and walking over to you on the couch. 

"First off, Professor Krowchuk is thinking of adding three more books to the lesson plan, so you might want to rethink starting your reading now. Secondly, I know something happened with Randall," Hamish commented. You sat up from laying down and faced Hamish's concerned expression.

"C'mon, you can tell me," He softly said. He placed his hand over yours, and you smiled at him sweetly. 

"It's just--We were out by the tree earlier, and we were talking. I mentioned how I got into Krowchuk's class and when I turned to look at him, I didn't realize how close we actually were. I guess he didn't realize it either, but he wasn't pulling away. I figured I was finally going to shoot my shot and kiss Randall," You told Hamish, explaining what had been on your mind for the past few hours. Hamish stared wide-eyed at you, waiting for you to continue telling the story.

"And..."

"And, I started to lean in, because I thought he wanted to kiss me too, but then last second he pulled away. Pulled away, as in, he literally jumped two feet away from me to put distance between us. He got all weird, started packing up, and made some lame excuse about going back to the dorms. So I came here," You said, shrugging your shoulders at the memory. 

"Maybe he was just scared?" Hamish asked. You sent him a glare.

"It's Randall. He's not scared of shit."

"Look, maybe he just got nervous. Don't give up on him or yourself. Shoot your shot if he won't do it first," Hamish advised. You nodded and set your book down. 

"Thanks, Hamish." You pulled him in for a hug. When you pulled away, your phone vibrated in your pocket and saw a text from Jack.

Meet me at the Blade and Chalice for a drink? It's on me :) 

Oh, by the way, Randall's coming too

You showed Hamish the screen, and he shrugged. 

"Shoot your shot," He replied. You stood up and grabbed your sweater as you made your way to the door. 

When you arrived at the B&C, the two guys were sitting at a table with two beers in front of them. Randall immediately made eye contact with you the second you stepped into the room, but quickly avoided your gaze until you stood two feet from them.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Jack greeted you. You smiled and took the seat in the middle.

“How was orientation?” You asked. Grabbing what you assumed to be Randall’s beer and took a sip out of it. He stared at you for a moment before looking down at his hands.

“Let me get you a drink. I promised I would,” Jack said, watching you set the bottle back down in front of Randall.

“No, it’s fine. Randall doesn’t mind, we share beers all the time,” You responded. Jack turned to look at Randall, who nodded in return. He gave you a look before answering your question.

“It was fine. Didn’t really need to have a tour. You know Pete would talk about it all the time, I have like a mental snapshot of the map”

“He was rejected by his tour guide,” Randall cut in after Jack. You stared back at Jack, who rolled his eyes.

“I’m not interested in her,” Jack replied. His attention fell to the corner of the room where a posse of freshmen was seated.

“You into him or her? Or the other him?” Randall asked Jack, bumping his shoulders. You leaned over the table and punched Randall in the arm.

“Ouch!” Before you could respond to Randall, Jack cleared his throat to get your attention.

“What do you know about the Hermetic Order of The Blue Rose?” He asked. You looked at Randall, smirked, and turned back to Jack.

“It’s a crock of shit,” You stated. Randall agreed and discreetly pulled your chair closer to his. You turned your head to catch Randall leaning next to you, with his stare already on you. You sent him a small smile, which he returned.

“I think they may have been recruited, and I’m trying to figure out what they have in common.”

“Besides being...” Randall asked.

“Elitist assholes?,” You replied to Randall, causing him to chuckle.

“Hey, a lot of good people are members. Michelle Obama, Warren Buffett, Oprah,” Jack defended himself. You gave him a serious look and heard Randall shuffle next to you. You turned around, and he was starting to talk.  Did he move his chair so the two of you would be touching legs?

“You know who’s also supposed to be members? Bad people, like Benito Mussolini, George W. Bush. Oprah,” Randall said. He glanced at you and noticed you staring at him.

“For people that don’t believe, you two sure know a lot about them,” Jack observed. You turned away from Randall’s stare.

“Randall’s Wikipedia smart, and I’m just the unfortunate one who listens to him talk all day,” you started. Randall softly kicked your foot with his. “Look, even if they do exist... I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

Jack gave you a glare and took a sip of his beer. “Why is that,” he asked, a hint of hurt in his tone.

“They want sheep, and from what I remember, you’ve got a mind of your own,” you replied. Jack nodded and raised his bottle to you.

“Well, who wouldn’t want unlimited power?” Jack commented. The three of you looked at each other and nodded.

“I have to do something, so I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” Jack said as he looked at you. You nodded and pulled him in for a hug.

“I’ll see you later. Thanks for the beer, Randall,” Jack said, turning to the dark-haired male next to you.

“See you around,” Randall replied. The two of you watched as Jack walked out of the bar. An awkward silence settled as you turned to look at each other. You weren’t sure whether to bring up what had happened a few hours ago or pretend that it never happened.

“So, Jack seems real--”

“Hey, sorry about earlier-”

You and Randall stared at each other, cutting each other off. Neither of you said a word, you kept looking into each other’s eyes. 

“About earlier, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Randall was the first to talk. “I’ve been thrown off this entire week for some reason, and I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re my best friend, and I guess I just got caught up in the moment,” Randall stated. You felt your heart fall, and your throat tighten. You wanted to cry, but you kept in your tears. It was just like how you had thought, he never had feelings for you. 

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. It’s the beginning of the school year, we’ve got a lot of pressure. I don’t blame you,” You lied, placing your hand on his arm. He looked down at your hand and smiled. 

“C’mon, let’s go back to the den. I have a feeling these assholes are gonna start using bad magic soon,” you said. Randall nodded and laid a $20 bill on the table. The two of you got up and made your way out. 

-

The next two weeks were stressful for everyone.  Jack had managed to get involved with the Order, but you only found out because Randall had told you. Randall and Lilith had been hunting down this thing that was killing pledges. Hamish had been busy with his class, and you had been busy helping Lilith and Randall figure out what the creature was. You had found some books in the basement, but Randall said it would be quicker to just search on Google. Being how you were so in love with him (and majorly because you didn’t want to read all those old books), you followed his direction.

With Randall, the two of you had gotten back into your regular routine. It was as if nothing had happened. You never revealed that you did, in fact, have feelings for him, but since he clearly didn’t have any for you, you decided to not say anything. You treasured your friendship too much to risk losing it.

However, things got interesting one day. You had gotten back from your last class of the day and started prepping snacks for the movie night you and the Knights would be having. Yet, when you arrived, the front door was swung open. You entered the living room and began scanning the rooms. But a particular smell led you to the basement. There, you found ripped up clothes. You searched for a wallet and saw that it belonged to the one and only Jack Morton. You immediately called everyone else and went out to search for the newly-turned werewolf.

[ninimackbrews]

He’s Body Positive

Pairing: Randall Carpio x Reader

Warnings: Nudity, language, jealous!Randall

Summary: Randall did not appreciate how Jack stared at you when you came down to give them drinks.

A/N: So took me three times to write this. Gif not mine! Hope you like it!.

Requested: @crazyonesarethebest @wander-vs-world 

You stood at the wet bar in the living room if the Knights’ house watching Hamish mix drinks for the two boys downstairs causing a ruckus. You smiled softly, a giggle passing your lips at a particularly loud bang from below you. Hamish glanced up at you, a smile playing his lips.

“What are you laughing about?” He asked, his fingers peeling the orange in his hand in to small swirls. You light blush tinted your cheeks, you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Nothing, just I remember Randall’s struggle when Greybeard first chose him.” Hamish let out a deep chuckle.

“Ah, I remember that, but Randall did get the hang of it pretty quickly.” Hamish dropped the two orange garnishes into the two glasses, “You should go ahead and take these down there,” a particular loud crash followed by a frustrated cry rang through the nearly empty house, “It sounds like they are needed.” A soft sigh escaped you as you took the two glasses from Hamish making your way downstairs.

You pushed the final door open with your foot, coming to stand on the top step of the basement. Across the room Randall and Jack stood face to face in nothing but towels. Their attention cane to you upon hearing the door, your cheeks heating up immensely under their stares.

The shirt you wore hugged you perfectly, enhancing your curves and the jeans were tight along your legs making them appear longer. The gaze from the two males set you on fire, your cheeks were almost completely red and the room became increasingly hot. Randall glanced at Jack, his face dropping a bit. Jack stared at you tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes racking up your figure like he was in the presence if a goddess.

Now, it wasn’t that Randall didn’t think this to, yes you were a goddess, absolutely, undoubtedly beautiful in every way, no make ir fancy dresses needed, you were perfect the way you were naturally. What Randall didn’t like was how Jack looked at his girl, you were Randall’s girl, and only he got to admire you in that way. Jack brought his attention back to Randall, but immediately knew it was a bad idea because Randall was glaring at him, and if looks could kill Jack would be dead ten times over. Randall looked over Jack’s shoulder at you. You gave him a soft smile that reached your eyes. His features softened a bit, but then your eyes ran the length of his body like his did yours moments ago, making you swallow hard at the sight.

Randall smirked, his head tilting back some, hands coming to the towel low in his hips letting it drop to the floor. Your stare shifted quickly to the wall, then your eyes fell closed. The sight if Randall letting Greybeard out didn’t scare you, but it made you uncomfortable because it looked painful, you hated watching Randall go through that. A low growl emanated from the other side of the room followed by an unfamiliar grunt, then a cough from Randall in front if you. You opened your eyes and were met with Randall’s chocolate ones, the grin wide on his lips.

Your eyes traveled the expanse of his chest, following it down his body before shooting up to the ceiling again, if possible you became redder, and the heat was too much. Randall was standing before you completely nude, towel still discarded on the other side of the room. The sight made your mouth water. It was one you had seen plenty of times before, but in the presence of another person, your modesty came out to show. When you composed yourself your gaze fell back to Randall’s, who had stepped up to the step below you bringing him eye level with you.

“Hey baby,” his smooth voice was music to your ears. He took a glass from your hand, taking a long swig from it.

“Hello my love,” you murmured to him, free hand coming to rest on his cheek. Randall leaned into your touch, nuzzling his face closer. You smiled, looking over his shoulder to Jack who was pressed against a bookshelf. That was what the grunt was, Greybeard must have pushed him into it. “Jack, this is yours.” You raised the glass up, setting it on the shelf to your right. He nodded shortly.

“Thank you Y/n,” He smiled at you briefly. Randall turned around to face Jack, his arms crossed over his chest, the glass still in his hand. “God, dude, why are you still naked?” Jack averted his eyes away to the hide locker, one hand on his forehead the other on his hip, distraught. Before Randall could reply you spoke.

“He’s body positive, did he not tell you?” Randall grinned at you as you brushed past him to retrieve the towel.

“That’s right, I am.” You rolled your eyes at your lover. Taking the towel in one hand, pressing close to Randall who raised an eyebrow down at you, curious as to what you were doing. You let your arm wrap around behind Randall’s back holding the towel, your free hand rubbed his hip tenderly before joining the other behind his back uto grip the towel, pulling it around and tucking it at his left hip.

“He’s decent Jack,” you stated, looking up at Randall. He smiled down to you, his hand coming to grasp your hip, pulling you closer. His lips met yours firmly, moving rougher than usual against yours. His other hand ran the length of your arm, doen your side and around to slip into your back pocket, giving your ass a stiff squeeze, making you gasp, pulling away, slapping his arm gently. Randall chuckled leaning down placing his lips against yours, this time gentle and passionate. Hands clutching his sides firmly, your thumbs rubbing circles on his hip bones. Randall pulled back, leaving a light kiss on your forehead, lingering for a moment before leaning back.

You smirked at him, taking the drink from hi hand stealing a sip. He chuckled stepping around you. You set the glass next to Jack’s on the shelf.

“Be careful you two,” you smiled at the two males making your way up the steps, looking over your shoulder at them, Jack smiled at you and Randall winked, a grin spreading over his lips.

“Love you Y/n,” he called, blowing you a kiss. The blush came back up your neck.

“Love you too goof.” 

A/N: Took fucking forever to write and it really shouldn’t have. Hope you like it!!

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

Randall Carpio x Male Reader helping Randall study for his exams? Headcanons?

- Randall would say something cryptic like “Y/N I need your help desperately”

- And of course Y/N rushes over prepared to fight some golem or demon or something and just sees Randall laying in bed over a stack of textbook while wearing pajamas and glasses

-Y/N freezes at the sight a little scattered before he realizes whats going on

- Gathering himself Y/N approaches the focused soft!boy and asks what he needs help with

- “I’m studying for finals and although I’m brilliant I”m scatterbrained” “Yes you are” “Don’t interrupt. anyway I need help studying or at least some incentives”

- “Randall I want you to study and every 15 minutes I will give you a mini quiz. If you pass we can make out for 5 minutes”

- “Y/N that doesn’t seem productive” ‘You’re right should I make it ever 30 minutes?” “15 is good”

-They only studied for 45 minutes in total

-”Y/N?” “Yes dear?” “I got a B+ on my final”

[undercoveravenger]

Distracting Detectives

Pairing: Randall Carpio x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “Hi since your request are open can I request a Randall x detective male reader like from you ej fic who is noticing weird stuff around the college and gets close to discovering the knights but the pack sends  Randall to distract him or get him off the trail but he just kinda starts flirting with him 🥺”

A/N: Happy Spooky Month, y'all!

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There was something wrong at Belgrave University. Not only were students going missing or dying from bizarre “accidents”, but now there seemed to be some sort of monster stalking the campus, with multiple students and staff reporting seeing a huge figure looming just past the treeline surrounding campus and hearing it snarling at them.

You hadn’t seen the creature yourself yet, but you were starting to narrow down your suspicions, especially now, as you’re looking over your notes where they were sprawled out across one of the tables near the back of the campus bar, the Blade and Chalice. 

Really, now that you sat back and stared down at all the first-hand reports and the rough sketches you’d been able to coerce out of a couple of the witnesses, the answer was obvious. The creature was certainly, without a shred of doubt, a-

“Hey there, handsome~” a cheerful voice jerks you from your thoughts and you look up quickly, stunned to be met by the sight of a stranger dropping into the seat across from you. Your new companion had dark curly hair that fell just slightly over one of his warm brown eyes and his lips were quirked up into a playful grin. “Whatcha doin’?”

Silence stretched between the two of you for a long moment as you tried to wrap your head around this person’s sudden friendliness. “Working on a personal project,” you said finally, not wanting to give much more detail since you knew most people would find the idea of a werewolf hunt ridiculous.

“Ooh, gorgeous and smart?” He looked intrigued, taking a rather obvious look at the pages spread out in front of you. “Oh, are you writing a book? This all looks pretty folklore-y, so is it fiction? Maybe urban fantasy or something?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said noncommittally, starting to gather your things and load them into the satchel you’d been carrying. 

Your companion put a hand on a few of the pages closest to him, preventing you from taking them. When you paused and looked up at him, he gave you a shy smile, “Look, I’m sorry I asked if it’s too personal, I was just curious.” He shot a pointed look back at the table where his friends were not-so-subtly watching the two of you, “I noticed when you walked in here; couldn’t stop looking at you, really, and my friends thought that I should come try and talk to you, insisted on it, as a matter of fact.”

As he spoke you glanced past him, taking in the sight of his friends. All three were observing you intently, the well-dressed blond looking thoughtful with a barely-touched cocktail and his hands clasped in front of him. The other blond looked more anxious, eyes constantly darting between you and your dark-haired companion and then to his own beer, like he was afraid he’d give something away if his gaze lingered too long. The girl they were sitting with looked less than impressed, glaring as she met your eyes and you weren’t quite sure if she was more likely to shake your hand or kill you.

“I don't know that your friends like me very much,” you said, sitting back in your seat and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“They didn’t like Jack at first either- now he’s part of the pack,” he shrugged, grinning that same easy grin that he’d been giving you all night, though now there was a glint in his big brown eyes that you couldn’t quite place, like he was telling an inside joke that you weren’t in on. 

You raised an eyebrow, glancing back at the group and wondering idly how such a different group of people fit together. “Jack, huh?” He nodded, twisting in his seat to point out his friends, “The little one’s Jack. The one who looks like a politician is Hamish and that’s Lilith. You’ll, uh, you’ll know pretty fast whether she likes you or not.” He turned back to face you, smiling brightly, “And I’m Randall! What’s your name?”

You gave him your name with a huff, but couldn’t help your growing fondness for this goofy college student.

He repeated it softly to himself, like he was testing the feeling of it, before nodding to himself. “So,” he said, eyes dropping back to the couple of pages of notes still spread across the tabletop, “What’s with all the Halloween nonsense?”

You could feel your shoulders tense, certain that you were about to be ridiculed for your theory as to the cause of the strange events happening on this campus. “I don’t think it’s nonsense. Not with this much evidence to back it up.” You clutched reflexively at the strap of your bag, knowing the worth of its contents. It may not mean much to some people, but the photographs of the tracks and the couple of vague shots you’d found… The right people might believe you.

Randall followed the movement, eyes locking onto your satchel before darting back up to you. “Evidence, huh?” he prompted, “What’re you planning on doing with it?”

“Whatever I have to,” you said, taking the last pages and slipping them back into your bag. “I just want people to be safe.”

He was quiet for a moment, the serious expression on his face almost jarring in contrast to the cheerful demeanor he’d had up until this point. “I think that’s all any of us want.”

You weren’t sure what to say for a moment, shaking your head as you stood and gathered your things, laying down money for your drink and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Look, this was fun and it was nice to meet you, but I should probably go-”

“You don’t have to,” Randall protested, holding out a hand to stop you. When that didn’t seem to change your mind, he quickly finished his own drink and got to his feet, gesturing for you to lead the way. “Okay then, since it’s my fault for killing the mood, let me at least walk you home.”

There were a lot of occasions where you wouldn’t have wanted some stranger to see where you lived, but for some reason you felt like you could trust Randall. “If you’re sure,” you said finally, confident in leaving him an option to get out of it if he wanted to.

“Totally,” Randall said, snaking an arm around you to take your bag from you, “I get to talk to you more and walk a super cute boy home. It’s a win-win.”

You huff out a laugh and let him take your bag, “If you say so,” you say, allowing him to trail you out the door of the bar and into the street. The two of you made it about halfway down the block before you felt compelled to break the silence. “Hey, Randall, why did you really want to talk to me?”

“You’re sure you want to know?” He asked, quiet for a minute even after you nodded, but eventually began to explain, “I really do think you’re cute, but that wasn’t the whole reason my friends encouraged me to talk to you.” He took a deep breath, walking faster until he was in front of you so he could meet your eyes, “You were too close to the truth, so they wanted me to distract you.”

You shook your head, pushing past Randall, “You don’t need to lie to me. I know it’s weird.” 

“I’m not lying!” Randall protested, scrambling to catch up with you, “I promise I believe you!” He caught up to you as you stopped to wait for the light to change at the crosswalk, “I know you’re right about there being werewolves on campus.”

You were no stranger to people mocking your theories or not believing you, but the absolute honesty in Randall’s eyes had you frozen in your tracks. You weren’t even sure what to say to him.

He took a step closer to you, gently taking your hand in his, “Let me prove you right?”

Logistically, there’s no reason that you should believe this guy that you’d just met, but something about the earnest way he was looking at you had you convinced. “Fine,” you relented, letting him hold your hands as you resumed your walk down the street.

Randall’s eyes glinted golden and his grin grew almost wolfish as he followed after you; he hadn’t expected this result when he volunteered to distract you, but he certainly wasn’t complaining and he couldn’t wait to see how you’d surprise him next.

[undercoveravenger]

Scare Factor

Written for my 2021 Halloween event.

Pairing: Randall Carpio x Scare Actor!Male!Reader

Prompt: Randall + Scare actor with “Don’t you dare say ‘let’s split up’’ and “Oh, don’t worry. The blood is fake.”

A/N: This was the final prompt for my 2021 Halloween event! I hope that you had as much fun reading the pieces as I did writing them.

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When Lilith had suggested that the Knights of Saint Christopher take a little field trip to their local haunted house, Randall had expected it to be much more mild than this. He had anticipated crappy fog machines, guys in cheesy masks, and barely-functioning animatronics- nothing at all compared to the things he and his companions faced on a daily basis.

Except that the fog machines weren’t crappy- they worked well enough to obscure even his wolf-enhanced vision. The animatronics were genuinely terrifying; jolting forward unexpectedly and letting out ungodly shrieks whenever he thought it was safe to look the other way. And the scare actors…

The actors would come out of nowhere, popping around corners and appearing from dense clouds of smoke as though out of thin air. They would yell and swing fake weapons, using their sudden appearance and loud noises to spook the guests passing through.

Randall hated to admit it, but he was quickly finding himself increasingly anxious as he and his friends wound their way through the maze of hallways and themed rooms. He found his heart rate picking up with every jumpscare, a nervous sweat prickling across the palms of his hands and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

Right as he was considering the benefits of just leaving, their group crossed the threshold into a room so dark that Randall couldn’t see anything even with his werewolf senses and the door slammed closed behind them. A group of actors emerged from the darkness with a scream and rushed the group, which split in the confusion.

At some point Randall’s hand brushed against the soft fabric of someone’s shirt, and he clutched onto it, dragging who he assumed was probably Hamish with him in the direction that he assumed the exit would be.

When he finally found the door and shoved it open, he couldn’t help but gasp in a relieved breath, chest heaving as he tried to get his breathing back to normal.

“So... the exit was actually the other way,” drawled a man’s voice from behind Randall.

Randall whipped around, lurching away as he came face to blood-splattered face with one of the scare actors. His eyes widened as he realized that he must have grabbed this zombie guy instead of one of his friends in all the chaos, “You… aren’t Hamish.”

The stranger huffed out a surprised laugh and Randall was hit by the sudden realization that under all the blood, the (h/c) was actually pretty handsome. “No, no I’m not. The name’s (M/N), actually.”

“Right,” Randall murmured, averting his eyes awkwardly; still embarrassed by the whole situation.

(M/N) grinned, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, don’t worry. The blood’s fake.”

Randall’s lips twitched up into the barest hint of a smile, knowing that he’d have been able to smell if it was real from a mile away. “Right, yeah. Of course it is.”

“Look, your friends took off down the main hallway,” the scare actor said, gesturing off in the direction of the path. “We’re in the back halls right now; I can take you through a couple of shortcuts and get you back with your group, or you can head back through the door and try and catch them yourself.”

“Don’t you dare suggest we split up,” Randall snapped. He faltered as he realized how that had sounded, “Sorry, it’s just- I’m a little bit-” he gestured uselessly back toward the room they’d come from.

“Of a ‘fraidy cat?” (M/N) teased, the corner of his lips twitching up in amusement, “Don’t worry; I already knew that.” He chuckled a little, before tilting it toward one of the ends of the hallway, “C’mon, I’ll take you back to your friends.”

Randall brightened, grinning so hard that he knew his dimples would be visible, “R-really? Thank you!”

The (h/c) smiled, the movement making the fake blood and makeup crinkle a little at the corner of his lips in a way that had Randall itching to kiss it away. He reached out to take Randall’s hand in his and Randall could feel Graybeard preening appreciatively under his skin. “Don’t want you getting lost,” (M/N) explained, though Randall couldn’t help but pick up the faint blush on his cheeks.

“Definitely not,” Randall replied, an answering flush heating his face as he twisted his fingers with the (h/c)’s and allowed himself to be tugged along through the dark scarers-only hallways that ran alongside the guest paths.

Eventually they came to a stop just behind a door disguised as a painting. “Your friends should be entering this room within the next minute, so you can hop through here and meet back up with them.”

“That’s amazing,” Randall grinned, watching through a hidden hole as his friends trailed into the room beyond the door, talking amongst themselves and trying to figure out where he’d disappeared off to.

“I like to think so,” (M/N) grinned, reaching out to press the button to unlatch the hidden door before hesitating. “I don’t know if you’d be interested at all, but, um, if you maybe wanted to see me again, I get off at midnight?”

Randall was surprised to hear that his attraction was reciprocated, but he definitely wasn’t upset to hear it. “Yeah, I- yeah, definitely! We could maybe go to the Blade and Chalice for a drink?”

“That sounds amazing,” (M/N) nodded, grinning widely. “I promise I’ll be less bloody for our date.”

The Knight smiled as he moved to duck through the doorway, “I dunno, I think it’s a pretty good look on you.”

Randall couldn’t quite figure out whether his good mood was from scaring his friends with his sudden reappearance or the sound of (M/N)’s raucous laughter echoing behind him and the plans for tonight looming ahead of him.

[zaceouiswriting]

Unexpected love

Character: Randall Carpio x male reader

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Smut

Love. Love is something that not everyone get to experience. At least not in a way, that is intense, giving, pure and without major problems. A love most people would dream of, with a person that is so similar to themselves, but different enough that the love can grow.

To get together with a person that quickly becomes like a best friend, without actually damaging any prior friendships. Someone anyone could build on.

You were no different, dreaming of this love. Feeling could and empty, because there was no-one who really seemed to care about you. Not in this sense anyway.

There were your new found friends, a strange group of guys with one girl in it. All of them were friendly to you, but for some reason, you never could really contact to them. It was as if they were directly besides you, but at the same time miles away. Which wouldn’t be a problem, it was not the first time, that friendships felt like this for you. When there wasn’t Randall, the dork of the group. Tall, handsome, so funny that on most night you had your study dates, you didn’t stopped laughing.

Whenever you laugh at one of his jokes, his eyes began to shine, shimmering with happiness. You could see, that he tried to hide it, but he was really bad at hiding anything. They way he came closer to you, every time you two would be alone.

The way he lowered his voice, so you needed to get near him to really hear what he wanted to say.

You never thought that any of this was strange, it was just how Randall was. Until you took a closer look at the group, when you all did an activity together. He never was this close to any other of them.

Yeah sometimes, he played a little bit with their feelings, teasing them, touching them, but not in the way he did it with you. It was the moment, that you realized that you had feelings for him.

With every fiber of your being, you wanted it to not be true. Because you were friends and you swore to yourself, never break a friendship, in a try for a relationship. And now here you were, in this on campus pub, drinking with your group of friends.

The more alcohol was consumed, the dirtier the topics got. You were never an avid drinker, so it got to you the fastest. „(Y/N)? Did you ever had a boyfriend?“, Hamish asked out of the sudden.

Your head got tomato red in no time. None of them ever asked you this personal question, besides your orientation. Just because they weren’t sure.

„No, I never was in a relationship,“ you answered honestly, a bit ashamed of it. But he only nodded, seemingly understanding, that this was a touchy subject for you. But not all were as good as him in understanding other people.

„So you never had sex?“ Of course only Jack could asked a question, that sounded mocking, as well as real curiosity.

You felt attacked, the moment he asked this question, „No Jack, I never had sex. Because im not the type, that runs after someone, like a lost puppy and beg them to at least let me sniff them sometimes.“ Not one moment, in this little speech, did you take your eyes of the guy. Everyone could tell, that this was an direct attack and also knew what you were playing at.

Jack himself could tell this too. He mumbled something, took his glass with him and vanished to the bar.

Randall on the other hand, sat silently, with a smug smile on his face. You knew that he had a lot of problems with Jack and his on and off girlfriend, so you did not thought anything of it.

After this, not one of them asked me a question like this again and the rest of the evening got over friendly.

Hopefully, they knew now, that you was none to just let things slip. But also will not be that aggressive.

As all of you leave the pub, Randall decided to accompany you on your way to your dorm, with the words: „I don’t want you to get hurt“ Which you found sweet and strange at the same time. Until now never had happened to you. The people did not care for your orientation here.

But you said nothing, just smiled at the taller male and walked besides him. The silent between you two was lovely. Your hands sometimes, touched for a moment. One time you even thought, the he tried to caress yours, but you took your hand away quickly.

Ten minutes later, you already were at your dorm. The alcohol in your system, slowly became too much and your steps got sloppier.

With the door finally open, after many tries, you finally stood in your doorway, with Randall standing outside, seemingly waiting on something. HIs eyes fixated on yours.

„Why did you never had a boyfriend? I mean, you are hot, so why not at least fool with someone around?“

You heard these question many times before, with a smile you looked him up and down, like a piece of meat, „Do you ask, because you like me, or because you want to fuck me?“

„Both.“ Was his quick and direct answer.

A smirk grew over your face, as you grabbed his collar and pulled him into your room, pressing him against one of the wall. „No kissing and no holding back, understood, pretty boy?“

In an instant, you were thrown onto your bed. As you wanted to oriented yourself, Randall already was above you, kissing down your throat, while getting rid of both of your clothes. At least he tried it. But after he got rid of his shirt, you could overpower him and get him under you.

„Tall, dark hair, dark mysterious deep eyes and a muscular body? I understand now, why everyone wants you.“ You began to speak, while kissing down his impressive torso, his hard pecs and six-pack.

„Just wait until you come to the main dish,“ he told you cockily, with a devilish smirk. But ignored him at the end.

As you came near his pants, you finally got rid of you shirt as well. „Fuck,“ muttered Randall under his breath, as he saw you topless, „You are one to talk (Y/N.“ His voice obviously laced with a deep animalistic lust.

Teasingly you opened his pants, slowly. All the while, groping him trough it, „Don’t teas me, baby boy or you will regret it.“ Which only had the affect, for you to go even slower.

Randall did nothing except for growling and moaning. That was until his pants were off and his massive size directly sprang into your face. He did not wear any underwear, what a stud.

„He needs his space,“ Randall only told you, after he had seen your perplexed face.

But you were already on the hook. Licking his tip, working the rest of it with your in comparison dwarf sized hands. With both of your hands around it, you still were able to suck the tip completely into your mouth and even a bit more.

Maybe you overestimated yourself, in taking Randall as your first, but you hoped, that he had enough experience to make it work. At least he seemed like someone who would’ve a lot of it.

To your surprise Randall put one of his hands on the back of your head. And tried to get you to take more of him into your throat. But you tried to to hold back, because of fear, that he would push you further than you could handle him.

Before you knew it, you laid on your back again, your head slightly hanging over the edge of the bed and Randall standing.

„If we want to do this more often, I need to know how much I need to train your throat to take me full in.“ He told you, while slowly pressing his cock into your mouth. Holding your hands, so you could not stop him. „Breath to your nose.“

As your did, your spinning had stopped what it did. Your lungs filled themselves again with air and your stiffness, you did not even realized happened to you, vanished too. „Oh my god, you don’t have a gag reflex,“ he moaned out of breath. You didn’t felt it at first, but you could feel his pubes on your face, smelling his musk. „If I had known this earlier, I had seduced you the first day we met, where I saw your tight ass and couldn’t look away. God.“

He talked and talked, the more he was using your throat like a fleshlight, he became more talkative.

But at some point, took his cock out extremely fast. To see it glistening in the moon light, directly in front of your eyes. You couldn’t believe, that this monster just went all the way in your throat. But Randall didn't even gave you time to come down from the little oxygen you had gotten and already, turned your body around, so that your ass was now hanging from the bed and not your head anymore.

„Don’t worry, I will be careful.“ His voice so sincere, that you only were able to trust him. And he hold his word.

He took extra time to prep you. Licking your little hole, opening it up with his long gentle fingers. Massaging your own tight body while doing it. Kissing your neck, sucking on your nipples, until it was time.

After good half an hour or even longer, you didn’t really know, because you were out of your mind, most of the time. He put your legs over his shoulder. Tucking at his cock, until it was stone hard again.

„Are you sure?“, he asked a last time, directly looking into your eyes. But you were unable to form a coherent sentence, so you just nodded. And without losing eye contact, he began to break into you.

His big head, had some problem to break in at first, but after this first hurdle was overcome, he wordlessly slipped into you. As your eyes widened, you could see, that Randall was as surprised as you, when not even more.

As the shock settled, that he so easily could completely burry himself into you, he finally let out a long loud moan. You on the other hand, still tried to come to term with it. But the hot guy hovering over you, had other plans.

He began to pump into you. At first slowly but quickly became stronger and deeper. Fucking you without hesitation, after he could feel you relax.

Hours and hours, he was fucking you, talking dirty and whispering even worse things in your ear. Telling you what he wants to do to you in the future, where he wants to fuck you and all that. All this talking about future encounters, made the lust building up in your body, even worse.

Until at some point you came so hard, that you literally screamed and your body fell limp into your sheets, while Randall just used you further. Getting more talkative the longer he was doing it with you.

At some point, you fell asleep. Waking up the next day with a punching feeling in your guts and in your head. Your entire body, glistening with sweat.

Arms around you, almost made you jump out of your own bed, until you remembered, what had happened. You lost your virginity, to someone, you weren’t even in a relationship with. Why did you waited for this awesome feeling, when you at the end, did it anyway with someone who most likely did not cared enough for you?

But he was still laying in your bed, so maybe he did like you?

You wanted to turn around and look at his face, but you were way too exhausted and your body ached in every centimeter. Not one single muscle could be moved.

„Good evening, sweet cheeks,“ he whispered lowly in your ear, which got you horny again. His voice was enough to drive you crazy. „Can I kiss you?“, he asked almost shyly.

„Maybe we first should go on a date?“, you could asked him weakly in return. It was then, it began to down on him, why you didn’t want him to kiss you.

„If it was for me, I would call you mine from now on, but if you want a date before this, I can manage that.“ His cocky voice, was everything you needed in your life. He was aware, that he had ruined you for every other male on this planet and that he was the only one who could ever fulfill your needs and still you wanted him to be romantic.

He became aware, that you wanted him to care, so he needed to show you, that he already did and tried to show it to you, to take so good care of you. But you couldn’t possible know, that Randall himself, this handsome god like dude, never was intimate himself. Yes he had girlfriends end even one or two boyfriends. 

But every single one of them ran away, after seeing his little monster. Three of them tried it, but Randall was unable to get them to like it. Except for three, half ass blowjobs nothing ever happened for him. Until you came around. 

Talking to him with so much confidence and wit, that you took him of his feet, the moment he saw you. The feelings he had for you, could not be described. Which was also the reason, why he tried to get you away from any other male, that even remotely seemed interested in you, which he would never tell you. But it was still the truth.

That you are beautiful, with the most amazing smile and laugh, were only side thoughts for him. Of course, he was more than happy, that you didn’t seem to have any problems with his dick, which was surprising, but still. It could also just be you, thinking that he was average size, because you seemed so pure, which you were to be fair. And you thought that you were down there just really small. Because you were smaller than Randall in any other way too.

„How about, we go out tomorrow. Today I will massage your body, because you seem stiff and under pain a little bit. Later I get food, we eat and in the evening I go to me own dorm and get you tomorrow for breakfast. Sounds good?“ As he turned you around, so carefully as he could, to not hurt you and see his puppy like yes and soft smile, your heart felt one hundred times bigger. It was beating fast. And as you nod, and his hoping look, with a slight smile, became that big smile, where he showed you his pearly whites, in this shimmer in his eyes, you were almost at the point to just kiss him. But you hold you feelings back, instead nuzzling into his chest, falling asleep almost immediately after.

Maybe you were finally at home.

[zaceouiswriting]

Worth it

Characters: Randall Carpio x male reader, Hamish Duke x male reader

Universe: The Order

Warnings: Nothing majorly graphic

Some nights are exhausting for them. In particular when their other sides decide to take over their bodies and do as they please.

But even if this happens, there are never really any long-term problems. Because subconsciously, they still had a certain control over their bodies, even if they, are, enclosed by the furs. After all, they've been doing this for years.

That was one of the reasons neither of them thought of their aching bodies or the strange feeling on their skin. It was nothing new either. They liked playing in the mud, all over the woods, and everywhere it was possible without getting seen to feel free. Sometimes they even hunt small animals only for the thrill.

But when Hamish and Randall opened their eyes, their blood ran cold as they could see the other person lying across the living room.

It took both a while before they could comprehend what they were seeing. Too dazed to really manifest the things they see.

Hamish was the first of the two to come back to his senses. A feeling of dread overcame him, which got Randall out of his exhausted mind as well.

As they stood in front of each other, their eyes widened even more, clearly seeing the horror in the other's eyes.

Slowly, almost simultaneously, they reached out to touch the other man. The hard feeling of the red crust all over their body made them wince.

They definitely killed something or at least bled it dry the night before. And it wasn't a little bit; therefore, it most likely would not be a small animal because they don't have that much blood.

Randall finally understood the fear Hamish felt before he was mostly just surprised. The older man started pushing it out of his pores as a hormonal signal. Eventually, as his hand touched the crust on Hamish's body, a similar reaction came over him.

Some of the blood wasn't even hard yet. That meant they played with their prey for a while until there was most likely nothing left of it.

They could only hope they hadn't killed a human that night, only a larger animal. But if it was a person, it would change them forever, mostly psychologically.

Before anyone else did, they had to find that corpse they tore to pieces the night before first to hide it. But with blood everywhere, they had to wash up before that.

Luckily, they couldn't smell Jack or Lilith, so walking around the house naked wasn't a problem. It wouldn't have been a problem for Randall either way. In the end, he was body positive. He loved it when people looked at him in adoration.

Still, he loved it more with you. To make you blush when he's suddenly naked in front of you. Like he does with your mutual boyfriend Hamish, even if the older man is much better at hiding his arousal than you ever could be.

Just thinking about you made Randall feel nauseous. One that scared him half to death. He couldn't smell or hear you in the house. As if you vanished in the night.

Whenever he and Hamish went to wolf out, you were here. To wait for them and help them heal if needed. After all, you were their little personal healer.

Just as he glanced over at the older man next to him, he looked back at him just as concerned. Before either of them could say anything, they ran. They almost pushed each other out of the way to get to the second floor faster. Their hands flew everywhere. Walls, railing, and each other.

They even pushed each other when they were already on the first floor. When they opened your door, it was empty. That awful feeling in their chests was growing by the second. Dread filled their veins, adrenalin pushing it through their bodies at an alarming rate.

Your bed was made as if you hadn't slept in it at all last night. "Could it be possible?" they asked themselves silently. Neither of them had any memory of you last night searching for them. So you had to be in the house, right?

The opening of the front door snapped them out of their devastating thoughts. The heavy opening of the door, which is usually easy to open, finally caught all their attention.

As quickly as they could, they reached the railing on the second floor and looked straight down into the foyer.

Neither of them really believed their eyes. No other than you suddenly stood in the middle of the house. With ruined clothes and wounds all over your marvelous, smooth, and toned body. Even destroyed, you looked like a snack to them.

That horrible feeling of fear really seemed to have been the truth.

„There you two are," your voice was soft but strong and...  slightly exhausted.

The two men couldn't move at all: they could only look into your beautiful eyes. Wondering what they did to you. Their eyes darted up and down your body, nausea overcoming them just thinking they might have done this to you. Or if they didn't inflict these wounds on your body, which they loved so much, who else could have done such terrible things to it.

But how you opened your arms and asked them with your hands, full of warmth and nothing more but adoration in your eyes, for them to come into your arms. In unison, they jumped over the railing right in front of you.

Not even a second later, you had them both in your arms, caressing your aching and hurt body.

„You two have a really tough bite. I have to admit that. Using my poor body as your personal chewing toy was hard to take.”

It totally went over their head that you're joking. You even used different vocal styles to try and make it funnier. But it had almost the opposite effect.

Both men escaped you faster than light. Now that they were looking at your body much more closely, again mostly horror on their faces, they slowly but surely began to accept that no one but them did this to you, their healer and lover. The only person they both loved with all their hearts.

But before either of them can tell you how sorry they are, you held out your hand. "No, I don't want to hear any excuses. It was really my fault. Luckily I can't be killed, and my body should be healed in eight to twenty-four hours. So just help me clean myself up? And maybe take a bath with me? Just being around you helps me heal faster.” You told them sheepishly, avoiding their predatory glances.

To support the fact that you really were already healing, you stuck out your forearm where a few minutes ago, was this pretty deep bite hole that one of them had dug into you. Now there was almost nothing to see.

„I hope my meat at least tasted good. Because it was the only time either of you ever got a taste."

Randall especially understood your dark brand of humor this time. One he hadn't previously known you had. But because of that, he fell even deeper in love with you.

„How about you do whatever you want with the two of us? Maybe force Hamish to wear my clothes and me to wear his? Or maybe force me to be naked all the time and do as you say?”

You were painfully aware of what he was doing. Not just to make you forgive them. What you have already done. But also to even it out between the three of you.

„There's just one problem, Randall," you whisper in his ear as he carries you to the upstairs bathroom. His eyes were fixed on you. „You two already do whatever I tell you to. But I still accept it.”

After planting a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips, you leaped from his strong arms to Hamish: "You know, I've always wanted to see how you look in Randall's clothes. You're hot in your typical teacher's clothes. But dressed as a jock college frat boy? I think this could be a game changer for you.”

Hamish hastily kissed you and pinned you against the wall, only to disappear into Randall's room a second later. Leaving you alone with Randall, "You haven't had much fun with him lately, have you?" he asked with a wide knowing smirk.

It's true that you pretty much ignored Hamish for a while. Mainly to urge him to be more assertive. You love it when he's a submissive top since Randall is always the dominant top, but you want them to switch roles sometimes.

„Maybe I'll do the same to you, pretty curly-haired boy. Hearing you whimper when I touch you, begging me to do anything until you submit to me completely.” Your hot breath on his skin, your lips ghosting over his strong chest, drove the man in front of you wild, at least in his head.

„Come on guys, let's wash each other up," called Hamish as he came running back from Randall's room with a handful of his clothes.

Only able to only grin at the two men because you knew that you had them wrapped around your little finger. Maybe you should let them nibble on your body more often if they're like this afterward. Everything was worth it, even putting yourself in danger where ordinary mortals would have died.

After all that, you probably had to tell them the complete truth behind you and your abilities. But until then, you'll enjoy everything you can get out of the guilt they feel.

[Masterlist]

[zaceouiswriting]

The wild explosion of a one sided love

Characters: Theo Raeken x male reader, Randall Carpio x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf/The Order

Warnings: Sad, heartbreak

„Hey bro, get two beers out of the fridge and let us chill on the couch!“, you called out to your roommate as you both walked into your shared flat after a long hard workout at the gym.

„Bet!“, he called back with a laugh, pushing you out of the way, and throwing his backpack mindlessly somewhere in the hallway. For a moment you tried to get him back, but he was faster than you.

With your head shaking, you took his backpack and threw it in his room, before doing the same with yours. Smelling the manly musk, all over the apartment, especially from your roommate and best friend was way too much for you. Already wanting to jump onto him for years, your discipline almost broke. Sometimes you asked yourself, how you could restrain yourself for so long.

You had to open a window, just to get a good whiff of fresh air, before losing your mind. As you, a minute later walked into the living room, Theo already settled down on the couch. The TV is already on, showing a football match. With a little momentum, you jumped over the couch, just to grab the already open, cold beer from the table in front of you.

The moment, the cold brew flowed down your throat you let out an audible groan. „Fuck that’s good, The right thing after a fucking workout.“

„Yeah, all my muscles are screaming dude,“ Theo chuckled lightly, showing the massive gains he had acquired. Sometimes you believed he did this on purpose. But on the other hand, you made moves on him for years, and never received something back.

One moment to the other broke the lighthearted atmosphere, as Theo’s phone began to vibrate. A new message had arrived. You had to take a sip of your beer, to not comment about that. His stupid small smile as he read the message, let your heart drop into your stomach. He was supposed to look at you like that. Bringing his stupid cheesy pickup lines up to you, just to mess with you. Pose for you and not some other guy. You had seen the pics and seen their chat logs. That night you had to go out, you almost punched a guy into a pulp who had picked a fight with you.

Not enough time since then had gone by, even though it was almost a year ago. The worst part was that you knew the guy, all three of you were friends in high school. But after graduating from there, he wasn’t near you or Theo. You two chose the same university with different goals.

But he still not only kept in contact with him but does all this lovey-dovey stuff, even though they never were together and had no plan to be in a relationship at all. It always was a fuck buddies type of thing.

If it wasn’t for your jealousy, everything could have been normal between Theo and you. On this day, this was the breaking point. „Are you fucking serious?“, you asked him angrily pressing your hand harder around the glass bottle in your hand.

For a moment it felt like the bottle would break, covering you in the fluids inside and in sharp glass fragments. But surprisingly it could hold itself perfectly together.

Theo on the other hand was bewildered. Looking at you, like two other heads grew out of your body. You couldn’t stand all this bullshit anymore. Standing up, Theo could feel the anger radiating off of you. „Dude what is going on?“, he asked concerned.

„Are you fucking serious Theo?“, you asked rather calmly, before completely exploding, „ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?“ Your voice echoed from the walls, followed by a long thud, the clinking of glass fragments, after you had thrown the bottle against a wall, near the kitchen. Covering the floor and part of the wall with the slightly dark liquid that was caged in the bottle before.

„I have done everything for you, Theo! I protected you from guys that wanted to bully you after you stupidly came out at the age of twelve. My parents had to pay thousands of dollars, to keep me in the same school as you just so I would be able to protect you!“, you began to rant, as Theo still did not seem to understand what you were talking about.

Walking in a straight line up and down, at the other side of the room, so you wouldn’t ruin your best friend's perfect face. „I took you out, whenever you felt down or when I wanted to spoil you. Always just us two, I paid for everything. Whatever you wanted I got it for you. I did everything to make you happy and keep you that way. I even hid my own sexuality for a decade just so no one would dare to mess with you!“

„What are you talking about? I never asked for any of these things!“, he tried to counter, but you had nothing else to lose at that point.

„But you just fucked around. First in our school, then our hometown, and later the entire fucking state. I had to move with you, because every good-looking guy, there knew how your fucking dick feels. Do you know how bad it hurts to know that you fucked hundreds of twinks, older muscle guys, and everything in between and at the same time using me for everything else? Stability and affection? I flirted with you for years once I even begged you to finally fuck me, but you laughed it off!“

It only seems to confuse Theo even more. „What is going on? What are you talking about?“

His questions, brought you back out of your red anger, bringing you to stop in your tracks. „Are you this dense Theo? The top lawyer of tomorrow? Let me spell it out for you. I. Am. In. Love. With. You.“

Saying it took a heavy weight off of your shoulders. Breathing was so much easier now than it was ever before. „I love you since we were twelve. The night we kissed and looked into each other's eyes the entire rest of the night. I still remember, how fucking tired I was the next day. But you drifted immediately away from me, looking at other boys, ignoring my love drunken glances. I knew then you would be my ride or die, but then came Liam.“

The soft smile that your lips had built up, as you remembered that moment, was dead as you mentioned your friend's name. „Your little wolf. So energetic and new for you. He let you forget about me completely. It took months before you came back to me and I was the happiest I had ever been. It felt different between us as if you would finally come to me, asking me out. But that never happened. Instead, you talked all day long about Liam. How nice his lips and ass felt around your fucking dick.“

All the build-up, down in your heart brought you two to this day. It wasn’t the first time, you had confessed to him, but he never thought you were serious. „I felt sick every time you talked about him. Over any guy. I wanted to be your only one, the love of your life. But I now finally see, that will never happen. I was dump to think, that you will see me and the way I see you.“

With your heart spoken out, your soul empty, and shortly before tears would finally break through the dams you had built up. „Don’t worry, I will move out. You can live here, the flat is paid for until we finish uni. I will crash at a friend's place until I find something on my own.“

Beaten down, you left the living room, packing the most important things together and not even five minutes later, you were at the front door. Theo still hasn’t said a word to you. Just standing in the living room, trying to process what just happened.

You hoped to dream about you leaving the home you shared with Theo for years, for him to run behind you, pulling you into his strong arms, saying that he felt the same way, but he never knew you did too. That he did not want your friendship to end if you wouldn’t.

But this dream never happened. You walked away from the place you had called home, without him even trying to hold you within his reach.

For days, you had crushed on Brett’s couch. The only other one there with you and Theo, you called friends, mostly because he hates Liam with a passion just like you do, also out of similar reasons. Just that he was in love with Liam, not Theo.

You had cried, screamed and Brett was there for you. Until he forced you to shower and everything, pulling you with him, to a party in a pub at a rival university.

Sitting at a table alone, after Brett went somewhere, that you did not care about. Your head deep in your beer, asking yourself if you should get back to Theo, apologizing trying to find a way to make it up to him.

It took a while until you remembered, that it was his responsibility to do that. As your anger grew again, out of a sudden, a guy sat on the empty chair to your right.

„Hey, my name is Randall, why the long face, hottie?“, he asked you with a mischievous smile. Obviously used to be the center of attention.

„You can try it with the next person. I just got away from a pretty boy with dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, brighter than yours, but with the same effect.“

He did not say anything, just waiting for you to open up more and he was right. „I ran after him for ten years. We had kissed when we were twelve and ever since I was in love with him. I still am and he never loved me back. Just used me for stability, because he fucked through the world, never searching for a relationship.“

„That sounds horrible. Maybe a couple more drinks and you can tell me everything about us - evil handsome devils?“ You could only chuckle at his confidence. But he had all right to be that arrogant. He was certainly built by a god or something. „Only when you pay, pretty boy.“ 

„I would’ve done that anyway!“, he sings sang over his shoulder, as he was walking over to the bar. Getting a mixture of drinks, shoots, beers, and even cocktails.

„Do you want me drunk… drunk?“, you asked him chuckling. He just stared at you smiling.

For the first time, a sad smile scurried over his relaxed face. „I don’t condone drinking at this rate, but I would rather for you to do it when I can look after you as if you do it alone.“

You could only see the sincerity in his eyes. He was willing to look after your drunken ass, talking over the boy you crushed on for years. It felt almost as if you did the same thing, Theo had done to you.

„Only, if we drink together and you tell me about you.“

„Deal!“

Hours later, you two had left the bar, walking in a straight line was impossible at that point. You two had laughed and made each other cry. He was just as unlucky in love as you were and he even played for both teams. For a while, you couldn’t believe it, because he was so handsome. Until he pointed to the girl, that kissed Brett, while sitting on his lap. Just moments, before you two left.

Randall had stopped you from trying to get home that way and even offered you to sleep at his dorm. Which quickly escalated. 

You two lay on his bed, looking at each other, as you just blurted out, that you were still a virgin. But not after that night. Randall was not only handsome and tall but also very, very well-endowed. Walking the next day was even worse than the night before. As Brett saw you walking he laughed manically. But was happy that you found a rebound.

But Randall wasn’t a rebound. You actually connected pretty well and a month later, were in a relationship together. Everything seemed perfect, until one day a knock on your new apartment door, brought everything back.

[Masterlist]

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Shut Him Up ~ R.C.

A/n: Listen give me ANY excuse to write Randall and I will

Request: “...Hamish duke or Randall x human male reader we’re one of the Wolfe’s get hurt and the reader is like the care taker of the group and he’s rambling because the guy he likes got hurt and ( which ever wolf you choose because I love them both) to shut him up kisses him because he’s also crushing on the reader and the rest of them are like “ so that’s how you shut him up”...”

Word Count: 1700+

MASTERLIST

"You idiot!" Hamish groaned, his shoulders sagging. "Now Y/n is going to be all over our asses when we get back. You realize that right?"

"Not if you don't tell him," Randall shot back immediately. He hissed at the pain in his shoulder. "It's fine. I'll be completely healed in a few seconds then we can get it cleaned and if no one says anything when we get back, Y/n won't- AH!" He screamed, his hand shooting out to hold his shoulder and his eyes widening. When he pulled his hand away again, it was covered in just as much blood as before.

The group was silent for a long time. But the bleeding didn't stop and when Randall swayed, Jack jumped in to put Randall's good arm around Jack's shoulders. "Let's get him to Y/n. He's not healing, and Y/n has been studying since all that stuff with Hamish went down." Lilith groaned, but it was light. Even Y/n's wrath was less important than making sure Randall didn't die.

The entire trek back to the Den was spent with everyone trying to come up with what to say to Y/n that would get him to freak out the least. But then, halfway there, Randall's knees gave in and Jack had to pick him up completely. Even between the three of them it was becoming more and more obvious that there was absolutely nothing anyone could come up with that would satiate Y/n's worry at seeing Randall pale, bleeding, nearly unconscious and not healing. And that was absolutely fact for two simple reasons.

One: Y/n was like the group mom. He made sure they were all eating and getting sleep and that they put aside time needed to study and shower and wash clothes and do their normal responsibilities like work and Randall's RA stuff in between all the hunting and killing and dealing with a bunch of magicians who seemed hell bent on destroying the world at the drop of a hat or the smallest inconvenience. He had spent so much time taking care of the pack that it was practically ingrained into his DNA to care about all of them. So even hearing about them getting hurt usually set off a rant from Y/n about taking care of themselves and how they needed to be more careful - ESPECIALLY since the whole knife incident with Hamish.

Two: Y/n was in love with Randall. He had only gotten involved in this whole drama, despite being human, because he had flirted with Randall time and time again, but Randall wasn't down for anything serious because Y/n was human and had enough to worry about without supernatural shit bothering him. Y/n was hyper aware of Randall though and as things got really weird and shady, Y/n went poking around. Now they were all here, and better off for it.

Lilith opened the door and called out for Y/n, who came scrambling into the room at the panic in Lilith's voice. He froze when he saw Randall, his eyes widening and his face draining of color. "What the fuck happened?" He demanded rather harshly, looking at the other wolves as if accusing them. He always got like this when it came to Randall. He was always worried about them, but there was a new level reached when Randall got hurt that made him all the more intolerable.

They all loved him of course but things were going to go wrong - why didn't he get that?

"I don't know," Hamish offered, feeling a little guilty. Of all the group, he probably understood Y/n the most. Jack and Alyssa were often at odds and it messed with their relationship. Y/n and Randall... Well, despite all the idiocy on Randall's part, they reminded Hamish a lot of how he and Cassidy used to be. "I'm sorry he just got- there was this witch, and she had a whip-"

"On the couch," Y/n ordered. Hamish obeyed, laying Randall on the couch. Immediately his blood started soaking into the sofa. Jack sucked in a breath. "Tell me what happened Hamish. I need to know so I can figure out how to treat it."

Hamish ran a hand through his hair. "Uh- well, the whip. It only barely scratched the rest of us, but it was about to take Alyssa out. And she's kind of cool sometimes so we were trying to make sure we didn't die and we heal a lot faster than she does so I guess he thought it would be fine. But... it got him really really bad and then it didn't heal. Halfway here his legs gave out. I don't know if he's going into shock or it's the blood loss or... poisoning? I don't know?"

Y/n had taken the time that Hamish talked, looking at the flesh around the cut. He went into full doctor mode, not allowing his emotions to cloud his judgement. "I'll be right back." He ran out of the room and the other three wolves were left to watch Randall begin to bleed out. It was becoming clear that whatever it was, it was moving fast, and Randall... he was about to die.

A hush of horror fell across the room as they all genuinely thought their friend was about to die right in front of them while they were helpless to do anything. Then like some kind of angel sent straight from heaven, Y/n swooped in with a bowl full of blue-purple liquid. He stood over Randall and poured it into the cut, making sure the whole cut was filled and covered in the liquid in the bowl. They all stood with baited breath, worried that Y/n had gotten it wrong or, worse, they were just too late.

Then Randall began healing.

"You're amazing Y/n," Jack sighed, shaking his head as he grinned.

Y/n wasn't amused though. The relief that had wiped all minds of the talking to Y/n had planned faded away as a stern man whose eyes were full of anger turned to the three wolves. "You fucking idiots. Just so you know, wolf's bane. The bitch with the whip coated it in wolf's bane. You're lucky that I noticed the way it look on his skin or he'd have died from magical poisoning. Which means she KNEW she was dealing with wolves." He held out the bowl he was holding, which still was half full of the liquid. "Make sure to get each and every cut you guys have. They might be small, but they'll suck away your strength slowly and never heal until you treat them. If you miss any-"

"What's all that talking about?" Randall groaned. The group looked over to see him sitting up, looking around. "What?"

"You idiot!" Y/n whacked Randall's shoulder, causing the newly awakened wolf to complain out loud about how it hurt. He didn't give the boy the time of day though. "I was just saying that your cut you dismissed? It was done by wolf's bane. I'll make more antidote if needed, so don't feel shy to use it up. If the cuts don't go away completely, put some more on. Symptoms include exhaustion, feeling like your body is really heavy, zoning out, and can get worse and lead to struggling to move or talk." He whipped around to glare at Randall. "Now, you." He reached over, dipping his fingers into the liquid. "Where did you get cut?" Randall took off his shirt, showing his scraped up back and arms. He was far, far more marked up than the others, which is probably why he had such a severe reaction. Y/n began to apply the liquid to all his wounds, but the action didn't stop him from going off. "You know who would have been absolutely unaffected by this shit? Alyssa," he began. He'd already been going on so long that the others in the room were tired. "She would have gotten a little cut and it would have been fine-"

"Y/n please," Randall sighed. "You tell me the same thing every time. I get it, you don't want us to get hurt-"

Y/n shot to his feet. "You came back DYING, Randall!"

"And you fixed me!" Randall shouted back, standing as well. "I'm fine! That's the thing about teamwork. None of us alone are good - we have to stick together!"

"And what if you're attacked when I'm in class across campus, or across the country back at my parents' house? What happens then Randall?" Y/n demanded, getting in Randall's face.

Randall scoffed. "Well you wouldn't do that unless it was for summer vacation, and we already all agreed to stay nearby since everything is hitting the fan."

It was Y/n's turn to scoff. "You know I gave up a lot of shit so I could be here to keep your ass alive?"

"I didn't ask you to do that!" Randall shot at Y/n.

"You didn't have to!" Y/n threw back. They both went quiet, breathing hard as they looked at each other. "Goddamnit Randall, you didn't have to." He closed his eyes, raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "But you know what? Jack's been learning lots from me, and even more from the Order. He's read the books. If I'm really so annoying then please, let me just see myself out I wouldn't want to-"

Randall suddenly snapped, rushing forward. He grabbed Y/n's face, crashing their lips together. The room was dead silent, even after the two parted. "I'm sorry," Randall whispered. "I just... I'm going to get hurt Y/n. You can't get mad at me every time."

Y/n was quiet. "I-" For the first time since they'd ever seen Y/n, his voice was soft. "I wasn't angry." He didn't ramble or rant like usual. He didn't go off in deep explanation that set off a long conversation. There was no heart to heart and crying and confessing. For the first time, Y/n stood there with all his walls down, eyes glued to Randall, and he let the silence speak for all the things he had never said.

Before Randall could say anything, the other three wolves still in the room made themselves remembered as Lilith teasingly noticed, "So that’s how you shut him up.”

Y/n threw a pillow at her, but she wasn't going to be silenced easily. For a change, Y/n was though, and that was all they got from him. For now... At least Randall had a secret weapon for the next time Y/n went off on him.

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Male reader tags: @sheepfather​

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Disaster Bisexuals ~ R.C. (part 1)

A/n: Haha short little series because I’m simping for this bitch HARD. Male reader as usual yaaaaaaay

Word Count: 5200+

Masterlist

Being Jack Morton's best friend was starting to be the worst decision Y/n had ever made. Jack respected Y/n's refusal to be part of the Order but when Jack got attacked by a werewolf and went to investigate, of course Y/n was brought along.

They had always been a team. Jack had a very strong sense of right and wrong, tending to protect the people he cared about with a passion that Y/n found refreshing. On the other side, Y/n had a reputation for being a very cold, reserved person. People used to mock him for being a sociopath, using his intense curiosity and how he was so slow to trust or care as reasoning, even if all it had ever been was an effort to protect himself. In fact, once he does care about someone there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't put himself in front of to protect them. As it turns out, he cared so much that it often caused him, forcing him to be cautious who he handed out his heart to.

Y/n was incredibly smart, Jack just as resourceful. With their combined minds, Jack's good instinct, and Y/n's terrible luck on always finding himself in just the place to put him as direct danger as possible, they ended up getting things pretty well figured out in the end.

So when Jack went into the woods chasing down a werewolf of all things, of course Y/n came along. It was only once they got to the house that Jack's instincts kicked in. "We cannot go in there."

Y/n looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you kidding? We came all this way and you're just going to leave?" It was Y/n's one weakness. The reason he always found himself inches from death. He was, above everything else, curious. Once he'd caught the scent of something he thought was really interesting or cool, he couldn't be turned off from it until he figured out every question he had. When he rarely ever ran out of questions, you can imagine how far he ended up going before he’d even consider stopping.

Well, if Y/n was going in so was Jack. "Fine. Lead the way."

In the very front, bouncing on his toes with eagerness, Y/n blazed a trail that was far too fast for Jack's liking. They actually made it into the house and to the weird door with the creepy staircase leading down to a basement that looked like one of those places that was built specifically for things to go wrong at. Jack could feel the horror movie energy so strong he could almost hear the soundtrack.. Jack caught Y/n's arm. "We are NOT going down there. We're leaving. NOW."

It was then that Y/n looked behind them as he was pulled short. There, was a full fledged werewolf hulking in the doorframe. Y/n locked gazes with the thing and his eyes widened. "Jack, look out!" He pulled Jack forward, launching himself toward the wolf as it attack. Thankfully Jack tripped and tugged Y/n back, causing the claws of the beast to rip up his back instead of his chest. The wolf seemed so shocked that it actually took a step back- just in time for Jack and Y/n to nearly topple down the stairs and get into the room in the basement. Jack pulled them into a second back room that had an alter and a bunch of chests. Even sketchier than the book room that they'd had to go through. Even sketchier than the basement staircase that was made for things to go wrong at. This is where people came to die.

Y/n, ever loyal to his role in the story, was indeed dying.

Unlike the countless other times they’d both found themselves a little too close to danger for it to be comfortable, this time Y/n was badly hurt and bleeding. Heavily. Not even shock could keep him going much longer as his heart raced and he lost blood even faster. "What are we going to do?" Y/n whispered, hearing the wolf from before banging against the door again and again. They had no way to get out - no windows or other exists - and Y/n was already paling. He would die here and then the wolf would kill Jack when the door was finally busted through.

Before Jack could get them out of this predicament like he always did, both boys' attention was dragged away from the door. Two chests had moved, turning on their side without prompting from the boys or anyone else. The lids opened. Hopped up on adrenaline and with too much going on to think straight, they stepped forward to investigate.

They weren’t kidding when they say that curiosity killed the cat.

They weren’t dead at least... but they were immediately swallowed in fur so that had to count for something.

Long story short: Greybeard chose Jack and Midnight - popularly referred to as "canon fodder" - chose Y/n.

Things only got more complicated from there, but Y/n seemed to be adapting to it a lot better. He had chosen his side. He had played a lot of d&d in his time and this felt like one of those campaigns; he was part of something really important. More importantly, he was learning about something really cool. For every answer he got he had three more questions and with a bit of reading he could answer every single one. He took it upon himself to read each and every book the wolves had that he could, learning more and more every day. He never ran out of things to learn, even being able to get new information if he’d already read the book. In fact, the more times he read something the more he realized he was missing. It was curiosity’s playground!

While Jack flew off the wall and was constantly almost dying, and everyone else debated whether both boys were worth trusting, all Y/n Did was learn. At first they were hesitant around Y/n as he was close to Jack (who was constantly going back and forth on loyalties, even if he came through in the end) but... well, all Y/n did was read endlessly, ask unending questions, and answer the call for help when needed. His curiosity was a little annoying at times but mostly harmless. He was dependable. More importantly, he was loyal. He’d meant that oath, and it showed with just how compatible he was with Midnight. It didn’t take the others long to trust him.

His trustworthiness really came through when he used his knowledge to find a book Jack vaguely alluded to being in the library. Hamish had gotten hurt and whatever weapon had been used, the wound wasn’t healing. It was in fact rapidly getting very very bad. Y/n was able to navigate the shelves in just a few minutes, whipping up the salve and taking care of Hamish when Lilith and Randall were clueless and Jack was distracted by something to do with the Order.

Y/n saved Hamish’s life, even when Jack was struggling and had been suffering without Y/n’s usual participation. That was all they needed from Midnight’s new host.

Ironically, Y/n had been trying very hard not to get attached. He was trying to stay here for Jack, and for all he was learning, not the people who had started to look to him for information and smiled at him when he delivered. Not the people that gave him nicknames and memorized his favorite alcohol combinations and walked to class with him and studied with him and talked endless shit like normal friends do, and listened to him rant in turn.

That had always been Y/n's biggest weakness, though. Werewolves and magic? Easy. Becoming a champion for said werewolves and being thrown into a world he had not signed up for? Fine. Almost dying to get chosen as a champion? Whatever! Not getting attached to the people who were quickly becoming his family... and, more importantly the pretty boy who seemed to be the biggest dork ever?

God help Y/n's heart.

Above everything else, it was Randall Carpio that was making Y/n's life a living hell.

While Jack went off about Alyssa whatever-her-face and Edward (he listened more to the parts about Jack's dad because he knew Jack needed someone to hear that) Y/n couldn't help but relate in a way that he'd never related to Jack before. See, the problem with joking that someone is a sociopath is that they start to think about it. Consider it. Believe it even. Y/n had never had feelings like this for anyone before.

He knew he found people attractive. He could appreciate that Jack had really pretty eyes and a nice jaw line. He could appreciate that Alyssa's smile was bright and her voice had a soothing tone to it. He could appreciate that Hamish was really sexy in that "I'm in charge and know what I'm doing, I dare you to defy me" top kind of way. In the same way, he knew that Lilith was gorgeous and powerful and could see why someone might be attracted to her. Aside from appreciation or aesthetic admiration though, Y/n didn't catch feelings. If he found someone attractive, he had sex with them. Then it wouldn't pan out and he would move on.

It never panned out.

Obviously.

Randall was... different.

Randall made Y/n feel stupid.

Like that one time Jack tripped and fell into a creek and almost drowned and Y/n and jumped in after him. It had been rainy season so the water was high and rushing. It would have been better to get a tree branch or look for somewhere to catch Jack. Whatever it was, anything would have been smarter than jumping in so they were both disoriented by the chaos in the current. Jack almost pulled Y/n under in an effort to get air. Only by a miracle had Y/n been able to think clearly just enough to catch something so Jack could pull them both to shore. THAT level of stupid, that had him between Jack and a fucking werewolf and inches from death because of a claw wound on his back. The kind of stupid that had lead them into that house to begin with.

Randall made Y/n feel giddy. Every time the brunette was around Y/n's energy levels skyrocketed. He could never sit still and his old stutter he’d sword was dealt with ago resurfaced far too much, making him cringe and go silent a lot because he didn't want to hear it. Randall made a joke and Y/n laughed every time. Every time they got close or brushed, Y/n was hyper aware of it. In fact, Y/n was consistently hyper aware of Randall no matter where he was. Y/n had never had a problem with nudity before he got naked in front of Randall and suddenly he couldn't breathe.

As time passed, Y/n got used to dealing with his emotions. He had never had to hide anything like this from anyone before but no one had said anything so he was pretty sure he had kept it under control. If Jack knew he wouldn't have stopped teasing Y/n about it, and surely Randall at the very least would have said something if he knew? Or at least flirted with less people, one could hope.

Speaking of, Randall flirted with SO MANY PEOPLE. He was constantly talking about how attractive everyone was and if he saw a chance to make a move, he did. It was driving Y/n insane. He found himself avoiding Randall, doing his homework in his room and trying to ignore his roommate. Or in the basement again, reading books and memorizing things that he thought might be useful- like the concoction that had cured Hamish. He read and reread and learned. Between school and this whole new world of magic and trying to help Jack get his shit together, Y/n stayed busy and kept his grades up. With all the shit being thrown at him, he was feeling proud of himself and better than he had in a long time. He was thriving.

Then Randall began hovering. No matter how much Y/n tried to avoid him, Randall was there anyway. Whether Y/n was studying and Randall came over, claiming the others were being annoying and he hated studying alone, or he was in the basement reading when Y/n was, or he was asking Y/n for some thing or another, or even dragging Y/n out for drinks and hang outs that Y/n really tried to not enjoy...

Randall was insatiable.

One day Y/n grabbed a book from the basement library and Randall claimed he wanted to read it. When Y/n handed it over, Randall continued to ask if Y/n could read it out loud instead because Randall couldn't actually understand the text. Latin, which Y/n had for sure seen him read before. And it didn’t stop there! If Y/n ever sat anywhere that could fit two people, Randall sat with him. If Y/n found himself playing with his food, Randall stole some with that stupid grin on his face. If Y/n wanted to do something in his spare time, Randall found a way to be a part of it. If Y/n was engaged in a conversation but not saying anything, Randall would ask his opinion like they were in a class discussion and got extra points for including quiet kids. Y/n began to wonder if Randall was as touchy with the others as he was with Y/n. Randall was ALWAYS touching him.

The sudden change was freaking Y/n out. He felt flustered and unsure and embarrassed and confused constantly. He wasn't sure what was going on or how to handle it. How do you solve a problem when you don't now what the problem even is? Or if it was a problem at all...

Jack made it even worse.

"Will you stop flirting?" Y/n's heart stopped when Jack said it, unsure where it had come from or why.

Randall looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised. "And why would I do that?" He hadn’t lost his cool in the slightest, and if his smirk said anything it seemed he had even enjoyed Jack’s outburst.

Jack rolled his eyes. "You're making Y/n uncomfortable. He won't say it because he doesn't want to offend you, but I've known Y/n basically our whole lives and he's never liked anyone before. Just leave him alone."

Jack meant well. He did, Y/n knew that. But Y/n felt the stares of his childhood. The people that would laugh and poke fun and tease. Call him heartless. Ask him what it was like to be broken- to not like anyone. Girls who hated him because he didn't return the feelings they had. Boys who tormented him because everyone accused him of being gay and closeted. Teachers who did that generalized "leave him alone, he's just different than you guys" like being different wasn't the single worst thing you could be when you were a kid in a small town.

The realization that Jack thought Y/n was incapable of liking anyone crossed his mind and it was too much. Maybe Y/n hadn't really been coping well. He'd taken everything one step at a time, carefully and on purpose like he always did. But he was hurting and struggling, especially with this new emotion that effected him so deeply. An emotion he hadn't experienced until now. And, magic? Fucking MAGIC?

Y/n felt his eyes water and locked gazes with Randall for a second before he turned and left the room.

He didn't cry. Y/n didn't cry. It wasn't a thing he could control, he just didn't ever really cry. He might shed a few tears, but even that was rare. He just wasn't capable of really crying. It had always made him feel too vulnerable and awkward, but topped with the accusations of being emotionless, on top of the pressure to hold it together as a man, AND all the teasing he’d gone through in his childhood? Yeah, no. The thought that emotion could be so much and so strong that your body couldn't physically hold it in anymore made Y/n feel icky all on it’s own. So he didn't.

He did that day.

The next day was the next time he heard from anyone. Y/n got a text from Jack saying the pack was going out for drinks. Randall seemed to have gotten rejected by someone, and with Jack's rockiness with Alyssa right now they were day drinking to get rid of heartbreak or whatever. Y/n didn't go. He wasn't heartbroken after all. It's not like he had lost anything. He had nothing to lose. He still had all the friendships he'd started out with. Besides, even if Randall had been flirting it obviously hadn't meant much to him because a few hours later Y/n was picking them all up after a bar fight had broken out. Well, all of them but Randall - who had disappeared in the middle of it with a random girl.

Randall wasn't back that night when Y/n stayed up late waiting for him. He sat and did an essay that wasn't due for a month just to have an excuse, but it got super late and he got tired and he couldn't rationalize it any more so he went to bed. Randall wasn't back the next day either when Y/n woke up for class. How long did Randall usually stay out with someone he slept with? Did he stay in the morning and cuddle? Give a little kiss after he made breakfast? Did he walk around shirtless, hair a little messy? Did he smile as he flirted? Winked? Hold them from behind, chin on their shoulder and a soft look in his eyes? That was a little fishy, and definitely never anything Y/n had done with his one night stands... maybe Randall was different. Maybe all people who weren’t like Y/n were.

"Y/n?" Hamish was standing there, waving his hand in front of Y/n's face. When they met gazes, Hamish continued, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Y/n laughed sheepishly. It seemed that Hamish had called Y/n quite a few times. "What's up?"

Hamish's expression stayed rather dark, causing Y/n's smile to drop. "Have you seen Randall?"

Y/n's heart stopped in his chest. So Randall still wasn't home, and it wasn't normal. "I haven't, no. Do you think he's in trouble?"

Hamish frowned deeper. "I don't know. Find Jack, will you? He isn't answering my texts or calls. I'll find Lilith."

Y/n stood, nodding, and they parted. Y/n found Jack, of course, coming from a talk with Alyssa. "Why is everyone blowing up my phone?" Jack demanded.

"Randall is missing," Y/n told him. Jack sobered up at hearing that. "Come on." They headed back to the house where Lilith and Hamish were waiting. They discussed before all going separate ways to look for him. Nothing seemed to be giving any hints until Jack brought everyone back. He - to no one's shock and everyone's annoyance - had Alyssa in tow. Thankfully Hamish kept Lilith at bay long enough for Jack to explain how Alyssa could help, because without Alyssa's tracking spell the pack never would have found the weird science facility. They never would have gotten Randall out... even though all the added drama not being involved would have been appreciated.

Y/n didn't hear any of it though. The more danger it was revealed that Randall was in, the more anxious Y/n got. He was so relieved when he saw Randall that he would have done something stupid if not for Lilith rushing forward and hugging him... and then slapping him, adding a, "Never do that again."

Randall scoffed softly. "Missed you too Lil."

Y/n felt eyes on him and looked over to Alyssa. Her eyes moved between Randall and Y/n, her lips curving in a knowing smile. Y/n looked away from her. It didn't matter what she knew- no one would believe her anyway. Randall nodded to Hamish and then passed Y/n with an awkward smile. Y/n opened his mouth to say something but then- he didn't. Randall moved on without noticing and whatever Y/n was going to say was completely lost.

"Everyone back to the Den," Hamish ordered.

"Even her?" Lilith demanded, motioning to Alyssa.

"Especially her," Hamish replied.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "I could destroy you with a snap of my fingers."

"But you won't." The words tumbled from Y/n threateningly. She met his eyes evenly, accepting his challenge.

"But she can't," Jack corrected lightheartedly, trying to keep the peace. He already had enough of his friends hating Alyssa. If Y/n did, he didn't know what he'd do. "Not yet anyway." They exchanged a smile and Y/n glared. He averted his eyes from the couple that was becoming a pair that was really beginning to bother him. When he locked eyes with Lilith, they smiled with each other. Amidst all the other bullshit it was a nice exchange, especially because Y/n had been struggling to get on Lilith's good side.

"You know as well as I do that we need to talk about this." Hamish's voice was slow and reasonable. No one argued.

They all began to head back to the Den, Y/n catching up with Lilith as they walked. Before Y/n could think of something to say to Lilith, she said something first. "Why won't you talk to him about how you feel?"

Y/n almost tripped. "Talk to who?" He tried to play it off but she shot a look at him and he felt that he had already lost this battle. He sighed but didn't budge.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "You know he feels the same way about you too, right?" Y/n still didn't say anything, and after a while Lilith added, "Usually I'm the quiet one." Y/n did smile at that. Neither spoke until they were almost at the house and Lilith stopped Y/n short, gripping his wrist softly. "I saw how worried you were today. How reckless. And don't think we all don't know why you don't study with us or come drinking or spend time with us ever. I see the way you look at him when he's around. I thought you had a thing for Jack at first which is why it took me so long to say something, but... you're really good. Better than Jack. You're loyal and curious and actually kind fo fun. Coming from someone who hates people, I like you or whatever." She seemed really awkward in this moment of vulnerability and Y/n softened at the effort she was making. "I hate seeing him suffer. I hate to see you suffer too. After what Jack said about you not liking anyone or whatever, Randall won't listen to me. Please-"

"Are you guys coming?" It was Jack. "We all need to be here for this."

The two nodded, letting Jack go inside. "I will," Y/n told Lilith. "Try, at the very least. I've never... before him, I've never liked anyone at all. I don't know how to do this."

Lilith actually laughed. It was a sort of huff, her smile small and slightly sarcastic, but it was still there. "Welcome to the club, Y/n. None of us know how to do this. Least of all people who do it all the time."

They headed inside. Y/n's eyes found Randall immediately. He was surprised to see Randall looking back. They didn't look at each other long- the second they were caught looking they both looked away.

Hamish made drinks. He offered one to each of the people in the room. Randall turned his down. "You never pass up an aprés-kill drink."

"I'm not in the mood," Randall dismissed. Y/n frowned, taking his. He wasn't usually here for this tradition but he wouldn't mind a little alcohol in his system right about now.

"Aprés-kill?" Alyssa asked.

"We all have our traditions," Lilith told her.

"Yeah, we have aprés-kill, and you kill innocent people." The words were accusing. Randall looked at Alyssa directly when he said them. Even Y/n's eyebrows came together in surprise.

Randall was pretty laid back. He was the one who'd talked everyone into letting Jack join. Y/n was there when Randall had stood up for Jack despite everything that was putting the Pack in danger. Because Y/n had vouched for him and because Randall had a good intuition. Because he gave people the benefit of the doubt. Now he seemed like he was about to tear Alyssa’s throat out right then and there. And sure, Randall had never hesitated to kill before but he was almost murder hungry. Actively into it, driven. Craving. It was so unlike him it was startling.

What had happened to him in that lab?

"That was an Order-backed operation?" Alyssa seemed genuinely surprised.

"Doing a bang up job with your undercover work there buddy." This he directed to Jack and Y/n began to get agitated. He had never dealt well with people coming for Jack.

"I have never even seen that guy before." Jack's response was dismissive. He wasn't dealing with the blame game this time.

"No one's blaming you Jack," Hamish assured. Y/n didn't agree with his assessment.

"Hemmings went rogue," Alyssa cut in. "It's the only explanation."

Randall scoffed, "Of course!" He faced Alyssa again. "Because the Order isn't inherently evil."

Alyssa, who had sat down at this point, looked about ready to shoot to her feet and fight Randall right there. "My Order would never sanction that."

"Right," Lilith remarked sarcastically. "They only torture people in a fun way."

Alyssa scoffed and Y/n stepped forward. "Wait what? What do you mean fun way?"

"Oh you didn't hear?" Lilith responded immediately. Eagerly. "The Order tortured Alyssa for information when they thought she knew about us. She didn't give them anything for whatever reason-"

"Her crush on Jack," Y/n said under his breath.

Lilith nodded. Alyssa scooted forward. "Hold on, now torture bothers you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lilith demanded. She had eased at Y/n’s interjection, but now she squared up again and the tension and emotions in the room became that much more tense.

"You're not the least bit curious as to why you were kicked out?" There was an energy suddenly between the two girls and a pause that seemed too long.

Hamish looked between the girls. "Wait, you two know each other?"

Alyssa looked to Jack who spoke next. Whatever he was about to say, the fact that she was too scared to say it herself already had Y/n anxious. "Lilith was in the Order."

"Is that true?" Randall stepped forward and Y/n instinctually moved between them, just in time to catch Randall when he almost launched at Lilith. "HEY!" He sneered the word at Lilith, but when Y/n stopped him he turned his aggression immediately to Y/n without hesitation. "Get off of me!"

"Randall, chill out a little bit." Jack stood, as protective of Y/n as Y/n was of Jack.

Randall stayed away from Lilith only because Y/n wasn't budging. Because of that, he turned on Jack. "If it wasn't for us  you'd be another one of their fucking drones."

Jack was quick to defend. "I thought they were trying to make a difference, do something good."

"It was you who taught us what we know," Y/n reminded. He was trying to remind Randall of what he'd thought before, but it seemed to do more damage than good.

"I never should have made Jack a knight," Randall snarled.

"No you probably shouldn't have," Jack remarked rather bitterly.

Y/n spoke up again. "If he hadn't been a knight, I probably wouldn't have been either. Think of all we've learned since then, and how far we've come despite how rocky things used to be. Aren't you glad you made him a knight? Aren't you glad I'm one?" Randall gave Y/n a look that made his blood freeze in his veins.

Alyssa intervened. "Can we focus?" Y/n was relieved when Randall looked away. His eyes fell to his feet and from behind him he felt Lilith’s hand almost touch him in comfort. He could imagine her face twisted with shock and concern, then shift to uncertainty if her comfort of all of them would be enough as her hand dropped away from where it had been reaching. Alyssa’s voice cut through the racing thoughts bouncing around in Y/n’s skull. "You murdered a high-ranking member tonight. They're going to be coming for you."

"Can we just kill her and get it over with already?" Lilith demanded. Her frustration at seeing all her friends to wound up was getting to her.

"Is that your answer for everything?" Alyssa demanded.

"Yes," Lilith remarked, snarky.

"No one is killing anyone else tonight," Jack ordered.

"You're not the boss, Jack." The room went quiet. Never before had Y/n shut Jack down. For a solid five seconds it was silent and with every single one, the tension and aggravation grew immensely.

Hamish cleared his throat. "He's right Jack. How about you let me call the shots?"

"Can you even make a decision without resorting to Beer Pong?" Lilith snapped.

Y/n's head began swimming. He'd never been good with big groups or emotions or arguing. The voices became distorted a little as he felt his chest squeeze. He wasn't exactly listening. It seemed he'd been out of it far too long but it could have only been a few second when he came back to Alyssa and Lilith, who were chest-to-chest. They had moved around Y/n to get to each other and Lilith's eyes were that statement silver glow. Alyssa had her knife out. Y/n was moving again, this time to get back in between the girls. "Guys calm down."

"It's not your job to protect everyone," Lilith sneered. Whatever Y/n had missed it had made Lilith aggressive enough that even her growing soft spot for him didn’t help ease her aggressiveness in this moment.

"It kind of is," Y/n argued, finding it harder and harder to keep his own cool.

Lilith's lip curled back. "So you're protecting HER?"

"I'm protecting YOU," Y/n responded, getting heated himself. He was tired of this bullshit.

"You don't think I can take her?"

Y/n made a sound in the back of his throat. Had he just growled? "What do you think happens when you kill her Lil? We struggle to be united enough- we'll never get along if she's dead because of you."

"And why should we care about how you or Jack feel?" Randall demanded.

Without hesitation Y/n rounded on Randall. "Because whether you like it or not, we're knights too! And whatever you have against Jack, you have no right to loop me in with him. I've done nothing but protect you guys and teach you guys what you should have already fucking known since day one."

Randall scoffed. "You're only here because Jack is- you said it yourself. You're never around. The only reason you even agreed to stay is because you want to know more about how we work. You don't care about us." Y/n growled again, his hands curling, claws extending.

Jack shot to his feet. "Edward Coventry is my father."

Silence. Dead silence. Even worse than when Y/n had spoken against Jack. Y/n stared at Jack in shock- not because he didn't know, but because he knew how much Jack absolutely did not want to tell anyone. Finally Randall spoke. "You didn't think to tell us that your father-" he spat the word, making Y/n flinch. "-is the leader of the FUCKING ORDER?" He was hysterical and Y/n was alarmed by it. Randall had never been like this before.

"It's none of your business," Jack dismissed.

Y/n stepped up again. He had to stay calm. He had to keep the peace. He didn't want to see anyone in this room dead tonight. Not even Alyssa. "Just calm down okay?"

"Don't fucking touch me." Randall stepped away. "You knew didn't you?"

Y/n frowned. "It wasn't my secret to tell you Randall. That would have been a betrayal of Jack's trust."

"Oh, Jack's trust?" Randall looked like he was ready to murder someone. Even with Y/n’s fluctuating control, Randall was only growing in agitation. "It always is about Jack, isnt it? Is Jack safe? Is Alyssa safe so that Jack can be happy? Are we all getting along so Jack can feel comfy here? Please don't kill Jack, even though he is putting your friends - practically family - at risk. Give Jack time. Jack this. Jack that. God, are you in love with him or something?"

"No!" Jack and Y/n said at the same time, faces twisted with disgust.

Randall scoffed. "I trusted you, man. I trusted both of you. You betrayed me."

"I betrayed you?" Jack finally sounded irritated, rather than tired and bored like before. The tension was getting to him as well. "You turned me into a fucking werewolf!"

"That's a mistake I can fix right now," Randal threatened.

Alyssa stepped up. "Randall, I think whatever Hemmings did to you is still affecting you." Her anger had completely disappeared, exchanged for shock that shone out of wide, analyzing eyes.

"You want to know what they did to me?" Randall demanded, seeming to be losing it a little. He was breathless and fidgety, shifting from foot to foot and looking at everyone sharply. EVERYONE, like he was waiting for even the long time members of his pack to attack him. "They opened my eyes to your bullshit."

"Randall," Hamish warned.

Randall whipped around, breathing sharply and fast. He screamed and ran- Y/n tackled him before he could even get close. Y/n was suddenly underneath Randall as they twisted and fought. Randall punched him once. Twice. Y/n screamed. Everyone was wrestling him and they were saying something but Y/n couldn't hear it with Randall's body squishing his face. He felt a hit- to Randall, though Y/n felt the impact through him, and then when Randall's body went limp. It was Lilith who pulled him out from underneath the now unconscious boy.

The second he was free, Y/n scrambled to his feet. "God I hate it here!" He screamed, tears rolling down his face. "I'm never like this. This stupid wolf!" He punched the wall and everyone jumped back. Jack was the first one to recover. He had seen Y/n like this once before. "I'm always... Putting myself in danger for you idiots and none of you even care!" His eyes fell to Randall and he took in a sharp breath. "You still don't care about me." That stopped Jack dead. Y/n looked at all of their faces. Those who knew, and those who were realizing, and those who had suspected and were now being confirmed. Y/n looked at those faces and he felt his heart twist in his chest.

He turned and ran and he didn't look back once, even when Jack called after him.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Disaster Bisexuals ~ R.C. (Part 3)(Final)

A/n: I wanted to finish this trilogy before I started on my asks. Those will be posted next!

Word Count: 4600+

Masterlist

They went out to the woods, everyone once again following Y/n's lead. He found it too odd not to make a comment. "Fun fact I'm never in charge."

"Surprising," Randall responded. "You seem to be really good at it."

Y/n snorted in amusement. "I'm never letting you forget that." He stopped and then turned to face them. "This is far enough."

He looked at the others expectantly before removing his own shirt when no one did anything. They all smiled at each other before following suit and soon they were all transformed. They were back, baby. Nothing was going to stop them this time. They returned, rushing at the sound of magic, to Alyssa of all people being in the Den, over an unconscious Order member.

Jack looked to Y/n, who nodded. If he wanted to kill her... Somehow Y/n understood that Jack knew. He went inside and Y/n kept the others at bay.

"I can help you."

A pause and they watched Jack turn back into a human. Alyssa seemed overcome with relief... and also the image of Jack completely naked in front of her. Even in the tension, it was amusing to Y/n. "You could help a monster?"

That took Y/n's amusement away. Why did Jack still listen to Alyssa more than he listened to his life long best friend? What the fuck? "You're not monsters," Alyssa assured. "You're the Knights of Saint Christopher. You're the Champions."

"And we were friends," Jack added after a very long time.

"Yes." Y/n almost rolled his eyes, if he hadn't been a wolf instead of a human. The others were getting agitated. They weren't as in control as Y/n was. "Close friends." She struggled on the words. "Which is why I can help you. Your memories. Your real memories. They'd been suppressed. I can return them, but... you need to be human."

"What do you think guys?" Jack asked.

They turned back into humans, grabbing the robes they had abandoned when they'd gotten dressed before. When Alyssa whispered, "Oh- thank god," it wasn't clear if she was relieved by the slight less revealing attire of the others, or the fact that they hadn't killed her.

Y/n wasn’t quite done with that option yet though.

"Help us?" Y/n stepped forward and even Jack stepped back. Whatever anger Gad eased before had returned now. "Help us?” He wasn’t quite snapping, but he was a thin tether. The relief of seeing his friends again had twisted in the fact that he had lost them in the first place. “Where were you six months ago when we needed help? When we helped YOU and those people you defend so much? When you all turned on us after we put our necks on the line for you and wiped out memories and THEN ransacked our home?” She flinched as Y/n took another step forward. “Where was Alyssa when I was alone and couldn’t trust anyone? When my life long best friend looked at me like he’d never even met me in his entire life? When my boyfriend-“ His throat closed and her was shaking, his hands curled into fists. He looked away from her. It wasn’t anger that drove him now but pain, and she wasn’t enough of his friend to see him hurt like this.

Alyssa swallowed the lump in her throat. “Y/n I can’t imagine what you went through, I-“

“No,” Y/n agreed, looking back. He had relaxed but the ache had not eased. “I didn’t remember for one week. Just one. One week, one whole week, and I couldn’t even-“ he cut off again, growling at the way his throat clogged. Finally being able to talk about it was hard. He had trained himself for the last six months to be silent and do closed off and push people away and pull himself along inch by inch - by himself. This pain was apart of him and everyone in the room could see it. Y/n scoffed after a second, shaking his head. “You know what, forget me. Where were you when Gabriella walked Jack around like he was a trophy - just to get to you? When she gaslight him with actual brainwash and changed how he acted and dressed and the color of his hair and controlled how he spoke to her and treated her and interacted with people? What about about when he needed you?”

Alyssa had nothing to say. She just looked at Y/n, desperately avoiding the looks from the others. Y/n knew that Lilith and Randall would be murderous, and Hamish wouldn’t be far behind. Jack... goddamnit he didn’t deserve to hear this. “I’m sorry,” was all Alyssa had to offer.

Y/n scoffed, shaking his head. “You know what I’m not going to waste energy on you. It’s not my place to demand answers for you on the behalf of other people.” He looked at Jack. “I’m sorry.” Jack just shook his head, easing the worry. Dismissing it even. He seemed almost supportive of Y/n’s pushing and prodding and demanding. Maybe he had wanted her to answer... but that wasn’t for Y/n to be here for. So he turned back to her, focusing on her watery eyes that made him feel not even a lick of guilt. "You have one chance," Y/n warned. "I'm keeping you alive to restore their memories. Betray us and I promise you, I won't just get away but I will come back with a murderous rage - do you understand me? I will take out every one of you and your precious cultist demon spawn." He stepped close to her, his voice low and even and very, very dangerous. He wanted for her to nod before he walked away.

It was natural for him to end up downstairs, in the basement. He had ended up here so many times... now it was painful. He looked at the empty room and he realized for the first time that this place had become a safe haven. Where he'd come when everything had gotten bleak and terrible. Now it had been gutted and everything that had shaped this home... it was gone. He sighed, squatting on the floor to organize his thoughts.

Breathe. Calm down. Think. Control yourself. You’ll figure it out. You’ll be okay.

It was only a minute later when he realized it had gotten quiet. Too quiet. Far, far too quiet. He wasn’t sure when exactly it had gone so silent, but it made him anxious so he made his way upstairs with a terrible feeling sinking into his gut, chased by a simmering rage and dark resolve. She better not have.

Empty. Everyone was gone. There was a dusting of white powder everywhere.

Y/n felt his eyes glow silver as his rage rose. His hands turned to claws and a growl rose up from his throat. He was going to end them. Every. Single. Fucking. One. He would kill her. He would kill everyone.

"Whoa whoa there tiger." Y/n jumped, his eyes finding Randall. When their gazes met, Y/n almost collapsed in relief. There was recognition. “Randall?"

He smiled, chuckling weakly. "Hey, Y/n." There was life in his eyes. Clear knowing. Every inch of anger and desperation and agony melted away in relief and elation so vibrant and colorful that Y/n almost broke into a sob right then and there.

"Y/n." He turned at his name to see Jack. Blonde now, but with that same knowing look. Y/n covered his mouth with both hands. Jack smiled before opening his arms and Y/n ran into them, hugging him tightly.

He saw Hamish and hugged him as well, going to Lilith right after. "You guys are all back?" They nodded before Y/n turned to Randall, begging.

Randall moved closer, raising his hand to touch Y/n's face. "Hey there." The words were a repeat of the greeting that had been interrupted before and Y/n completely melted.

"Hi," he whispered.

"I know you guys need some time to figure all... THAT out," Hamish sighed. "But we have work to do."

Randall and Y/n looked away from each other. "Right." Everyone was looking at him and he shifted. "You guys have your memories back don't you?” He cleared his throat. “What's going on Hamish?" He was uncertain, trying to collect himself as he shifted the leadership back where it usually was.

They seemed to realize what they were doing. Hamish cleared his throat and stepped forward. Y/n finally let out a breath. Thank god. He didn’t like being in charge. He was too similar to Midnight these days; the both of them were grunt workers. No leader. Barely a second in command if needed. And they were okay with that. It allowed them to sit back and react. To be there when needed and keep an eye on everything. They could feel without the pressure of keeping it together; fall apart without everyone noticing immediately. They could see things and jump in if needed.

For a second, Y/n had anything. He had his friends again. His family. He had his position in the group back, and their dynamic back. He had his knowledge and stood as someone to bounce ideas off of or get details from.

The only thing he didn’t have was time.

It seemed the world was really against giving Y/n and Randall the time to sit down and talk to each other about their feelings. Give them time even to just express those said feelings. Every time they were alone it usually left them both exhausted or severely stressed out. They barely had time to catch each other up on everything they'd missed in the time apart. They spent a lot of time cuddling. Somewhat because Randall had really REALLY missed Y/n... but it was mostly that Y/n was readjusting to having other people being in the Den again. He was startled by the others constantly and got very anxious when they were suddenly gone for long amounts of time, even if it was just for class.

Randall seemed to be helping though. They talked about what it had been like. They talked about how much Randall hadn't realized Y/n had been helping with his classes and how much he treasured real friends before he'd forgotten all of them and had only the one fake friend.

Aside from Y/n adjusting to having his friends back, Randall was also adjusting to having his feelings back. The little habits he used to have that had made their friendship and flirtiness so natural had gone away. Now everything seemed a little awkward and forced. Everything needed time to get used to. They hadn't realize how many habits Randall had that allowed him to touch Y/n until Randall manifested them and Y/n jumped at the contact, having been so anxious about proximity up to this point. When Randall would put his arm around Y/n's shoulders, or touch his shoulder or grab his arm or wrist or hand for whatever reason. Randall touched Y/n a lot, and each time it was an iffy stop and go for Randall, who simultaneously had but didn't have these habits. The things he used to do so naturally belonged to a person he hadn't known had existed for six months, and he had unlearned them. But that person was still there and to THAT Randall, they were still natural and habit.

In Summary: trying to figure a relationship out between Randall, who was only just realizing how central Y\n was to his everyday life, and Y/n, who had forged a lifestyle that kept people far away from him - who had gotten anxious about proximity while his friends had been gone, amidst all the other drama and complications to life that came with their current Werewolf-versus-Warlock situation.... It was near impossible, and there was next to no time to do it.

Then Jack suggested a Magic Heist. Which was a great idea until they walked into the fear hallway.

Y/n had expected his greatest fear to be his friends dying. A year ago, that would have been the worst thing ever. When Jack had died it had carved him in half. It had destroyed him. The loneliness of losing someone that meant so much to him was unbearable. Not to mention the, you know, actually losing someone who meant so much to you part.

Recently though, Y/n had been introduced to something far, far worse. So it wasn't bloody bodies or creepy dolls or sinister Orders or death itself that Y\n confronted in that hallway. It was a school hallway, empty except for his friends and those of the Order that had been sent to babysit them. Instead, this time, Alyssa was next to Jack instead of Gabrielle. He felt his heart squeeze. "Guys!" He called.

They all looked at him. Randall glared. "A werewolf."

Y/n felt his heart begin to race. “We're all werewolves!" Y/n was hysteric.

Each one of his friends pulled a mask up. The last thing he saw were those distant, empty looks. The one he had seen aimed at him for six months. Looks that lacked any recognition or care. Looks that came with each and every memory of him being taken from their minds. Looks that meant the Order had won. They were all part of the wrong side and Y/n was never going to get them back again. Alyssa raised a hand and cast a spell and somehow, Y/n knew it was going to kill him. Those who had once been like family to him, now didn't even flinch as he died.

To say that he wasn't willing to talk about it when everyone went around the table to share their nightmares was an understatement. He was shocked that everyone else agreed. Even Lilith. It had almost made Y/n share too, but when it came to his turn all he did was shake his head.

"Come on," Randall encourages. "We're bonding. This is bonding. Even Lilith shared." Y/n only looked away.

Jack spoke up in Y/n defense. "If he doesn't want to share he doesn't have to."

Randall let it go then, but Y/n should have known he'd come back to it when they were alone. Which happened to be soon after they all got into a fight about whether or not to summon a demon of all things, leaving Randall and Y/n on the opposing side of the other three. When the pair left, opting out of the single dumbest idea any of them had ever had, Randall didn't wait long before he asked, "So... your fear in the Hallway of Doom."

Y/n sighed. He didn't have the energy to fight Randall on this. "You guys didn't remember me. But this time, you were part of the Order. You didn't remember being Knights at all and-" He looked away, his jaw working. It sounded stupid when he said it out loud. "You let the Order kill me. You didn't even care. You didn't know or recognize me. That look... like I'm transparent. Like you're looking through me, not at me." He crossed his arms over his chest as he spoke, his nails digging into his skin.

Randall grabbed Y/n's shoulder, just hard enough that they both pulled to a stop. Y/n went to ask what was wrong but Randall grabbed his face next, pulling him into a kiss. Y/n melted instantly, all other thoughts slipping out of his head quickly. When they parted, Randall rested his head against Y/n's. "You know, watching all of my friends fall for people in the Order... I'm kind of glad you came along. Jack and Alyssa. Lilith and Nicole. It's so easy to be with you compared to everything else. You're always on my side. You make sense. You don't play sides. You're consistent." He leaned away but his hands didn't leave, his thumb instead caressing Y/n's jaw. It was a weirdly intimate gesture. One Y/n didn't think Randall capable of. How could this boy be such a goofy idiot one second and then so tender and compassionate and capable of such deep emotion the next? Not even his fears were simple or straight forward. They were complex and layered. It was weird to see such a young boy be like this. Young man. "I can't imagine what you wen through when we were gone, Y/n. Just from what you've told me, and the tole it's taken on you... I mean you used to love being close to people. You used to crave being touched." He laughed. "You know when we first met you we thought you and Jack were dating because of how touchy you two were." Y/n laughed too. "Now..." He sighed and both of their smiles faded. "I'm sorry that you didn't. It made everything so much easier, but I can't imagine what it would have been like to remember."

Y/n pulled away. He was quiet for a second, turning his back to Randall. "You know when I was a kid, I read books a lot. I was this super smart kid and all my grades were perfect and school was so easy for me. I used to get in trouble for reading in class." He took a deep breath. "Do you know why I read so much?" He turned in time to see Randall shake his head in a no. "I was incredibly lonely. I was really bad at emotions. At expressing myself. I had a hard time telling someone how I felt with a small amount of words and my vocabulary was limited so I didn't even try. I rarely spoke to anyone. I had no friends. All my teachers only liked me because I had such good grades and it made them feel a little less like a failure in a society who treats teachers like shit." He shook his head. "I'm rambling. My point is, kids used to say I was sociopathic. Call me Pinocchio, because I didn't act like a normal boy. Like a real boy." He swallowed, trying to get rid of the huge lump in his throat. Randall was speechless. "My parents were really harsh about it. They told me I wasn't normal. They tried to medicate me for depression or anxiety and took me to doctors to get psychoanalyzed when that didn't work. Everyone told them that I was just bad at expressing emotions. That's all. Just awkward and a little weird. Not in a bad way, just in a Not Totally Normal way." He grew quiet.

"I'm so sorry," Randall whispered.

Y/n chuckled humorously. "Look at me going on a rant again. Talking off your ear. It actually wasn't that bad. I didn't like people that much anyway because they each made me feel emotions and I couldn't make sense of them so..." He shrugged. "Throw in being gay and it just got worse from there. I always had reading. I had peace and quiet and magical worlds where I was normal and no one cared about me and we were all friends and experienced everything together. Those characters and I understood each other on a level that didn't need words because I could read their emotions explicitly. The author told me how they felt. Exactly how they felt, and why, even if the character themself didn't know. Even with crazy shit going on things were simple and straight forward. It was easy to understand something, finally." Y/n smiled a little. "Then I met Jack. He taught me what was great about friendship. Showed me how people could be. Should be. Without him, I would have probably never made it."

Randall's eyebrows came together in confusion only a second before his eyes widen. Part in understanding and part in horror. "Y/n..."

"I didn't tell you this for your pity," Y/n dismissed. "I told you this because trust when I say this Randall, I lost my memories of Jack for a week. Well, eight days." Y/n shook his head. "It took me eight days to get so depressed that my grades dropped to nearly failing. Eight days for everyone to get so worried for me that the person who was supposed to watch me to see if remembered anything became the person who was making sure I didn't do something stupid. Not because she cared, or because the Order cared, but because Alyssa cared and she asked her to." Y/n scoffed. "I thought I didn't even have a babysitter, but Alyssa mentioned it a few days ago and I pried the truth from her. When I got my memory back I was so rocked and upset that I lashed out. I pushed my "friend" away and didn't trust anyone. I was too scared that I'd lose my memory again. Too scared that I wouldn't get someone to babysit me the second time. Too scared that you guys would never come back, and that even if you did I wouldn't be there to know it. So I pushed everyone away. Emotionally and physically. People still don't come close to me and I've been sent to the Dean twice about it. They backed off when they saw we were all together again. I even got a letter from the Dean telling me how happy he was that I seemed to be doing a lot better. My grades were perfect again in time for them to have not affected my usual perfect score. I mean it took all the remaining time with you guys gone to do it, but I managed it and my failing dip didn't go on my record." He shrugged. "I just thought you ought to know."

Without even hesitating, Randall swallowed Y/n in a hug. Y/n tensed at first but then smiled softly and hugged Randall back. He let his nose dip into the space between Randall's neck and shoulder, burying his face in Randall's chest. He smelled good. "You know you've come a long way since you were a kid. You told me all of that better than I could have told anyone. I don't mind that it was long winded and drawn out. I'm very glad you told me." Y/n sighed in relief, melting into Randall finally. They were quiet for a while, just holding each other. "I won't leave again. I won't forget you. I promise, and I don't make promises lightly."

Y/n smiled and let himself believe Randall, even though neither could be 100% sure of such a thing, even if Randall really did mean to keep the promise. "Okay."

Just because they finally made time to talk didn't mean they had things figured out. There was still the whole end of the world thing that was heading straight for them and that kind of came before cuddling and making out and... other things.

Well, the end of the world DID come before other things. That is, until they had no fear and therefore no reason to fear the end of the world. Which, of course, meant that after Hamish, Randall, and Y/n got their fear taken by Mr. Big Mean Bad Demon Guy... Randall and Y/n weren't distracted by that pesky little end of the world thing anymore.

When Jack and Lilith came looking for help, what they got was Hamish with a broken arm and Randall and Y/n making out on the couch. Needless to say, they left empty handed.

"I think I'm in love with you," Y/n whispered after he pulled away. "Isn't that so weird?"

Randall considered that. "Totally weird." He kissed Y/n's neck then paused, sitting back. "You know, I think I'm in love with you too." They looked at each other for a second before busting up laughing. "That's totally dumb, right?"

"Super," Y/n agreed. "We're barely early twenties it probably won't last."

Randall nodded. "But we can enjoy it while its here." He smirked and suddenly Y/n was on his back, laying on the couch. Y/n caught his breath as Randall hovered over him. Randall's head dipped, lips attaching to Y/n's neck this time. Y/n's eyes went wide and he jerked into Randall. It was a very nice feeling as Randall alternated between kissing and softly biting. Randall's teeth lightly ran from Y/n's ear to the hollow of his throat and he shivered. "Do you like this?"

"You care?" Y/n scoffed.

Randall gave Y/n a look. "I may not have any fear Y/n but it doesn't mean I was joking when I said I love you. I want you to enjoy what I'm doing because if you don't feel good then what's the point?"

Y/n smirked. "You sap."

Randall laughed. "You don't have a hidden romantic side too then?"

"I do," Y/n conceded after a second. "I don't want you to be cute when you're leaving me hickies Randall." He propped himself up on his elbows. "I want you to fuck me."

Randall's eyes dilated. It never occurred to either of them that they were currently in public or that Hamish was in the room.  Thankfully only Randall's shirt came off before they both froze, bodies filling with horror as they realized what they were doing and where they were. It hit them very suddenly and they looked at each other, eyes teeming with-

With fear.

They realized that at the same time too. Randall stood up, looking at Hamish who had been playing with a puppet but had thrown it right around the time Y/n and Randall had stopped the... activity they were on the path of. "You're afraid," Randall vocalized.

"You're shirtless," Hamish countered. His face twisted with disgust then. "And I was in the room. Damn it you guys! I'll never be able to forget the sight of you two making out. UGH!" He left then and Y/n grabbed a pillow to hide his face. He was mortified of what he'd said.

Did his romantic side come from a fear of some sort? He knew he liked being romantic. And since when was he so easily capable of getting what he was feeling across without going on a twenty minute rant? Well, he knew he had a fear of being misunderstood and saying the wrong thing. Maybe that was it. Was he overthinking so much that it messed up how he talked to people? How much anxiety did he have that being without it changed his personality so much?

"Um. Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

Randall sat down and Y/n lowered the pillow just enough so he was able to peek at Randall from over it. Randall was smirking. "You're on my shirt." Y/n stood from the couch, slamming Randall with the pillow before running out of the room. His heart was racing. He thought what would have happened if they hadn't had their fear for just a few moments longer... Y/n wasn't ready for that yet. Not going all the way at least. He'd never been like this with someone before. He might be in college but he was a virgin and that meant he had no fucking idea what he was doing with himself. Oh god. He suddenly had so much fear coursing through his veins, like his body was trying to make up the time he hadn't had any.

He didn't make it far before Randall caught up with him. "Y/n I'm sorry." He went to catch Y/n's shoulder but Y/n moved out of his reach. Randall's hand fell and with it, his expression. "I..."

Y/n swallowed. "It's not your fault. I- I've never-" Y/n felt his face begin to burn.

"Oh." Randall's eyes shot wide. "Oh!" He moved closer, still giving Y/n space and not touching him but coming within a distance that what he said next sounded almost intimate. "That's okay. After what you've told me, I'm glad you're with me at all with how stupid I am. And seriously I'm a total idiot. Lilith tells me constantly. A lot of people do actually."

Y/n chuckled, but his eyes were watering. "How do you like me? I'm so weird. My emotions don't even work."

Randall got a very serious look on his face then. "Y/n, I-" He hesitated around his next words and Y/n froze, remembering everything they'd said to each other 

"You don't have to-" Y/n began.

Randall interrupted him by grabbing his face. His eyes bore into Y/n's. Neither could look away. "I love you." There was a long silence as Y/n tried to remember how to breathe. "Did you know I used to dream about you when I didn't have my memories? When I saw you in the Den that day I almost lost my whole mind. You were literally the guy of my dreams. And then it got even better because you were so kind and patient. You were willing to answer any of our questions and understood when we needed you to say or not say something, even if we couldn't tell you when to or not to say something. You made everything make sense and brought things back to me that I really cherished. I don't know what we would have done without you there honestly."

"Probably figured it out a little slower," Y/n reasoned.

Randall rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to appreciate you, shut up." Y/n blushed but did as Randall asked. "Forgetting you was like having to hold my breath for six months, except the pain just got worse, I never died. And seeing you again... Remembering you. Kissing you. Being able to hold you and see you and recognize you and make sense of all the weird memories and feelings I sort of had but shouldn't." He shook his head. "And since then, I've only had time to realize that my life is better with you in it and losing you is one of the worst things that could happen to me. One of the worst things that did happen to me." He chuckled. "Your tendency to ramble is contagious it seems."

"I get it," Y/n whispered. "Not having you... you forgetting me was worse than Jack forgetting me, and I thought that was the most nightmarish thing that could ever happen to me. I-" Y/n chuckled, feeling a sudden head rush and lightness. "I-"

The door busted open and Randall and Y/n looked over, Randall's hands dropping. Not because they were embarrassed for being caught like they might have been before today, but because the doors slamming open was startling and also because Jack was standing there and he looked distraught. "Jack?" Randall prompted.

He looked at them with watery eyes. It hit Y/n instantly, all the good feelings draining from his body so quickly he felt lightheaded. "Jack, where's Lilith?" The only the answer they got was a brokenhearted look from Jack, but it was enough. Randall reached over and gripped onto Y/n as he tilted, as if he'd lost his footing. Y/n barely caught him, even if he didn't know how he was standing himself.

Just in time for Randall and Y/n to finally figure it out, they had something else to worry about.

Lilith was dead.

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It’ll Always Be You

Randall Carpio x fem!Reader Series

Part One :)

Sophomore year of college was said to be more relaxed and less stressful than the previous year. Although, for most people, the stress they referred to was being independent for the first time, being home-sick, finally being responsible for your own things and the start of adulthood. For you, all of those were included, but another event that made your year more interesting was joining the Knights. It wasn't something you had planned to happen; it just did.

You passed all the freshmen walking through the corridors with their parents and moving boxes. Some cried, others were ecstatic, and others were pushing their parents out. You had a take-out bag in one hand while the other held a drink carrier that you swiftly maneuvered away from people's bodies. Randall was meant to meet you a couple of minutes ago but said he got held up, showing a first-year student to his dorm and settling him in. You offered to meet him at the dorms, and that's how you ended in the freshmen building.

You were nearing the room number Randall had told you, and you could hear a male voice talking inside. 

"There's so much to experience, so much to taste. Don't let someone else define you. Don't waste this opportunity. Don't... touch my shit. Also, nice to meet you".

"You too."

As you were about to knock on the door, a tall guy in a white shirt walked out and looked around like it was his first time there. He basically ignored you as he continued walking down the hall. You poked your head in through the open door and saw Randall, who waved you to come in.

"I'm almost done. Sorry, Jack, that's my friend, (Y/N)" Randall said, introducing you as the mysterious guy in the middle of the room remained with his back to you. So, you looked down to let Randall finish his little speech.

"Any questions about changing roommates? No? Great. You lose your key. It's 75 bucks to replace it," Randall continued, standing up from his position.

"(Y/N)?" the mysterious unknown freshmen said. You looked up as his voice sounded familiar and saw the one and only Jack Morton.

"Jack? I didn't know you were coming to Belgrave!" You said, approaching him and pulling him in for a hug. He returned the hug and pulled away to look at your face.

"Wow, I haven't seen you since..." Jack replied, trying to think of the last time he saw you.

"Since my Grandma moved us away. Yeah, wow! It's so good to see you! How's Grandpa Pete?" You asked, completely forgetting about the other male in the room.

"He's good—stubborn, pushy, kind of a dick, like always. Do you remember? How's your Grandma?" Jack was then interrupted by the dark-haired male in the room.

"Wait, you guys know each other?" Randall asked, turning to look at you first, then Jack, then back at you. Randall could see the wide smile on your face that told him there was some history between you. 

"Yeah, we grew up in the same street. Went to school together until my Grandma forced us to move, and we just lost contact," You answered as you set the bag of food and drinks on the table nearby. 

"Wow, small world," Randall made a comment that you could tell was sarcastic, "Anyways, Jack. Here is your welcome package. It's got your map of campus," Randall pulled out his clipboard and handed Jack a stack of papers. "Complete with all-male, female, and non-binary bathroom locations. There's a bunch of coupons--"

"--for stuff, you'll never buy," You said to Jack, causing him to chuckle. Randall sent you a weird glance, which you returned.

 "There is a rape whistle and a 'How Not to Rape' pamphlet. Any questions?" Randall asked as he grabbed the take-out bag and handed you the drinks. He started moving towards the door as you stayed in the same location.

"Nope. But if you need a hand with anything, don't hesitate to ask," Jack replied with a smile on his face, causing you to laugh.

"I think I'm supposed to say that," Randall laughed as he grabbed your hand to pull you out of the room, but you pulled away.

"But seriously, Jack. If you need anything, you can ask Randall and if not, here's my number," You said, grabbing Randall’s pen, writing your number down on one of Jack’s paper and handing it back to him," It's really great to see you. I hope we can catch up soon," You stated, and Jack nodded.

"Yeah, for sure. I just have my orientation later, and maybe I'll send you a text after," Jack replied. You nodded and said goodbye as Randall managed to pull you out of the room. 

As soon as you reached the outside of the dorm building, you punched Randall on the shoulder. 

"Hey! What was that for!" He yelped, rubbing his upper arm with his free hand. You rolled your eyes at his obliviousness. Randall could tell that you noticed his change in attitude towards Jack once he saw you.

"You didn't have to be rude! We could've left like normal people," You stated. You kept walking alongside him. He looked perfect sporting khaki jeans, a black graphic tee, and a black sweater. He rarely wore anything other than sweats and a shirt. But since freshmen were moving in, he had to look 'professional.'

"What are you talking about? I like Jack; I wasn't rude," Randall quickly said, taking his hand and grabbing yours. You and Randall weren't dating. He was your best friend, and you were his. But he didn't act the same way with you than he did with Lilith. He always reached for your hand, always touching you, whether it was an arm around your shoulder, his hand on your legs when you would watch TV together, and you two cuddled regularly. You had feelings for Randall, of course, you did, but he didn't feel the same. He flirted with girls whenever you guys were at the Blade and Chalice, a restaurant/bar on campus. However, you liked it when he was affectionate; that's why you never said anything. Whenever he reached for your hand, your heart always accelerated; you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks, and the hairs on your arm stand up. 

"So, where do you want to go to eat this? Your place? The den? Or our place!" Randall asked, drifting the conversation from Jack to you two.

Randall wasn't jealous of Jack Morton. He had barely met the guy. What was bugging him, however, was the fact that you had never mentioned him before. He knew Jack was a friend, but there was something more; he just couldn't pinpoint it. Also, Randall Carpio wasn't a jealous type. He was confident, charming, and he knew how to tell a girl he was into her, but with you, it was different.

"Let's go to our place. We haven't been there in a while," you mentioned. He agreed, and the two of you began your walk to your destination.

'Your place' wasn't really yours, to begin with. It was no one’s. It was a big oak tree somewhere in the woods where you had run into Randall the first time you met him. You had been on a run and got distracted, which ended up with you getting lost in the woods and Randall finding you. You were confused about what he was doing in the woods, but you got to learn that information a few weeks later. Randall had offered to walk you back to campus, and you thanked him. The walk back wasn't uncomfortable or awkward; the two of you got to know each other and hit it off right away. The rest was pretty much history.

"So I was thinking about Jack and the Knights," Randall stated once the two of you sat down on the ground. You took out your food and handed Randall his.

"Yeah, I don't think so," you mumbled, taking a bite of your food.

"And why not?" Randall asked. You sent him a look, and he looked puzzled.

"First off, Lilith hates almost everyone, and I have a feeling she'll hate Jack. Two, Hamish is still pretty much getting used to me joining the Knights, and I've been here a while. Three, remember how hard it was to convince Hamish about me?" You pointed out. Randall agreed with your first point but then disagreed with the rest.

"No, that's not true. Hamish loves you! He prefers you over me," Randall fought back. The charming asshole knew what he was doing. He was kissing your ass so you could back him up if he ever decided to bring up Jack to the Knights.

"Look, let Jack settle in first, and then you can scout him for your little fantasy wolf pack," you replied. Randall smiled at your comment and bumped shoulders with you.

"You can't date him, though. Because then that'll be awkward," Randall got a boost of confidence in him as he said this. He wanted to ask about your history with Jack but didn't want to seem nosy or jealous.

"Yeah, not gonna happen. We were best friends growing up, but strictly platonic".

Randall couldn't help but smile at this revelation. He had been trying to tell you how he felt about you all year. However, he managed to convince himself to ask you out once school started. Still, he just hadn't had the chance even though you hung out almost every day.

"Hey, by the way, remember how I was wait-listed for Hamish's class? Well, I finally got a seat!" You told Randall who put his hand up for a high five. He clashed your hands together and smiled.

"That's right!" He exclaimed, holding onto your hand for a while. You smiled at his enthusiasm and chuckled. You loved that about Randall. He was always so supportive of anything you did. He was your personal cheerleader and confidant. He was your drinking buddy, study buddy, comforter, and anything you needed. He was the whole package. You just wished you had the guts to tell him so.

While you had been in your own thoughts. You hadn't noticed how close the two of you had gotten. You could feel his breath on your lips, and with each glance from his lips to his eyes, he seemed to be getting closer. This was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for since realizing your feelings for him. You parted your lips and tilted your head to align with his lips.

"Do you want me to walk you back to the den?" Randall asked, quickly jumping back and creating distance between the two of you. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and you turned to pick up your trash.

"I totally forgot I have another freshman coming in. I also just want to do another round before I call it a day," Randall continued as you stood up.

"Uh... no, it's fine. I can walk myself," you replied, wiping your hands on your jeans. "Are you coming to the den later, or no?"

"I'm not sure. I'll let you know. If not, I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked. You nodded and said bye to him as you began walking in separate directions.

That had been weird. You were sure he was going to kiss you. But maybe he just got caught up in the moment and didn't actually feel anything romantic towards you. That broke your heart, but that's how it was sometimes.

Making his journey back to campus, Randall mentally kicked himself for being so close to finally doing what he's been wanting to do for a long time. Truthfully, he got scared. He was scared that you didn't reciprocate feelings for him and that it would ruin your friendship. But maybe, he got the courage to really tell you next time.

A/N: Will be writing the other parts soon and will updating them:)