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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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“being bad feels pretty good, huh?”

Eddie being a soft dom switch is cannon. argue with the duffer brothers, not me /j

[yes, the title is a quote from The Breakfast Club.]

includes: praise kink, uses his bandana as wrist restraints for reader, hickeys, oral (F) receiving, short jokes of drug use, slight overstimulation, safe sex, cursing

A/N: i couldn't tell if i wanted to write him as a boyfriend or fwb, so you can pick.

word count: 5k

summary: Cuddling with Eddie while watching The Breakfast Club turns steamy- like your wrists are tied and your brains get fucked out steamy.

"John- or Bender, whatever they call him, is so hot" you comment nonchalantly, unexpectedly getting the attention of the man you're cuddling with. You feel him shift under you as his neck lifts from off your pillows to look at your head resting on his chest, his face littered with mock concern. His eyebrow then raises as if he's confused at your attraction to the delinquent on screen.

He looks at the screen in your room, then back at you, then at the screen again in. "Him?" He questions, a ringed finger pointing to the TV. "The dirty looking, loud pothead who- ooooh wait," he catches himself in his words, "you have a type don't you." He says.

You giggle at him finally catching on to what he's rambling. You snuggle back into his chest as you both lay up against your pillows, half sitting up half laying down so you can see the screen and cuddle comfortably. Your legs are tangled together intimately. You both keep watching silently with occasional giggles.

"I wonder what we would do if we had detention like them." You think out loud.

"Probably fuck." Eddie blurts almost immediately, as if he didn’t just say something near vulgar like its nothing. You slap his chest in a flustered manner, feeling his chest vibrating below your hand as he laughs. His arm snakes around your torso as the opposite one comes up behind his head of hair. The back of his skull rests on the palm of his ringed hand, exposed biceps flexing from out of his black band tee.

"No seriously though," you start finishing your thoughts through a smile "I think we would sneak out of the library and smoke, just like they did."

"Yeah I see that," he agrees. "And then we would have high sex in my van."

"Oh my GOSH, EDDIE." you try to say seriously, but it comes out as a flustered giggle, the thought giving you full on butterflies. He laughs once again at your flustered manner. He finds you so cute when his flirting gets your mind racing like this. He lifts his arm that was on you, fingers tracing up at your exposed waist from your cropped pajama top.

"I'm serious.." he mumbles lowly. "If I have to spend several hours with you, and- I mean, I find the opportunity to have just you and me alone-" A sigh leaves his pink lips. "Yeah. Your panties aren't staying on sweetheart. That's for sure." a boyish grin creeps on his face shortly after his explanation.

Shit. You think to yourself, a smile creeping onto your face at his boldness. "Well..." You get bold too. "We are technically alone" you say, lifting your head up to look into his deep brown eyes. Your chin rests on his chest now as he looks down at your own eyes, taken aback at first. The smile long gone on his face, replaced by a surprised eyebrow lifting at you matching his directness. You jokingly grin at him. His eyes looking down at your lips, then quickly back up again. Smile slowly creeping back onto his face.

"What are you suggesting, miss y/n?" He playfully replies.

“Oh nothing... just saying. Thats all.” you place the side of your face back onto his chest, eyes focused on the movie. Eddie actually is slightly let down at your boldness fizzling out so suddenly.

His eyes turn back to the screen, and his lips flatten against each other into a line. More time passes by and his hand creeps up your waist once again, except it reaches past your ribs to the lower fat of your breast. “Can I?” he asks under his breath. You nod, allowing him consent to grope your chest with his big palm after brushing your crop top over your breast, exposing it. His rings are cold on your warm flesh, but he’s not focused on your shivers, his eyes are dead set on the film. His groping gets firmer and needier, his calloused finger tips from guitar playing pinches at your hard nipple. Your butterflies return at his technique, your breathing waivers, but only slightly, and he’s still not paying attention to you. He’s so interested in the movie meanwhile your legs pool with heat.

Your eyelashes flutter, thighs begin to squeeze. His groping doesn’t stop. He’s so focused on that damn movie, he doesn’t even notice your thighs squirm until you exhale a shakey breath. His eyes quickly shift down to you and then over your body to your thigh tightening on top of his own. He grins as he finally realizes what he’s doing to you.

He sucks his teeth “Aw sweetheart” he tuts, “looks like you’re not focusing on the movie anymore huh?”

“Shut up” you snap, but it comes out shakey and stirred. You smile, coming up with an idea to get back at him. Your hand that was resting on his chest lifts, just barely hovering over the warm fabric of his metal band shirt. Your finger tips graze down his torso, touching over his firm clothed stomach, finally landing at the hem of his shirt. They brush up under it, resting a few inches above his pelvic line. you flatten your hand there, thumb and pointer finger begin to pet delicate circles. The seemingly innocent gesture drives him crazy, and now it’s his turn to exhale a shakey breath while you watch the movie. Your hand travels further up his warm stomach, simultaneously making his shirt rise, exposing his skin to the cool air in your room. You can see the hem line of his boxers underneath his black ripped jeans, his dark thin happy trail below his belly button. You gulp at the sight.

“Those hands of yours are too curious, babe.” he comments, trying to keep his composure.

“And what are you going to do about that, babe?” you ask, using the same pet name on him.

He notices your fire from earlier is back. “Do you really want to know?” he questions, cautiously.

“I mean..I’m hoping you just go ahead and show me” you say through a smile.

He takes this as an invite to get up from underneath you, walking to the TV to turn it down. His pocket chain dangles and makes noise with every step. You are laying on your back now, pillow under your head. Your legs are straight and crossed, one hand in your hair, other over your stomach. He turns around fully facing you. He eyes your bare legs, then looks back at your face.

You make eye contact as he reaches in his back pocket to grab the black bandana that is always hanging from his pants. He holds it up with 2 fingers in his right hand and dangles it eye level, with a smile. “You know what this is?”

You sigh. “A bandana, Eddie.”

“Nope.” he closes his eyes and shakes his head, bandana still dangling.

“What is it then, if it’s not a bandana?” you say, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He sighs and rolls his eyes while dropping his shoulders. “Jeez sweetheart,” he says walking towards the edge of the bed, “you really don’t know how to have fun.”

“Then show me.” you state, like its nothing. But to Eddie, it’s the chain reaction starter to a swarm of dirty thoughts.

He grabs both of your ankles, separating your legs, and yanks them towards him at the edge of the bed making you gasp. His motion dragged you along your back and off your pillow, making you lay flat and horizontal to the bed. Your arms are above your head at both sides of your body, cropped top ridding up slightly. A shy smile is on your face after, even when you covered your face with your hand to try and hide it.

He looks down at you, legs spread, clothed in sweat shorts and a crop top thinking that you have too much clothing on. He looks back into your eyes, bandana now scrunched up in his right hand. “You wanna have some fun, right?” he asks you suggestively.

You heat up, especially between your legs at the position he has you in. You gulp and nod, “mm hmm.”

“No, no,” he shakes his head to each side once, “use your words.”

“Yes, I want to Eddie.”

He smiles at your words. His ringed pointer and middle finger lift and gesture at you. “Lift your wrists” you now are fully aware of what he’s about to do with that bandana. You get excited at the idea and lift both your wrists together.

He grabs them gently, weaving the bandana around and then between them. Curling it, bending it, folding it, tying it, so it can keep them firmly together without hurting you. As he ties it around your wrists, he pays close attention to the knots. He’s so focused that the tip of his wet and reddish pink tongue comes out to lick at the top center of his lip, then out to corner of his mouth. Cute.

“Now,” he moves your wrist above your head, laying flat against the sheets, “keep em there for me, will you dear?” You nod as he uses his fingers on both hands to brush down from your spread knees to the in betweens of your plush thighs. This causes your thighs to get goosebumps and your skin to tingle with arousal, and he’s barely even touched you. It makes you want to close them shut, but before your body can react that way, he’s dropping down to his knees and gripping them open.

His head turns to the right, making eye contact with you just before kissing your left thigh lightly. Once, twice, three times. His eyes are serious, deep, and dark, you cant focus on them anymore, it’s too intense. Your head falls back and you sigh as his kisses begin to get heavier, teeth involved now. You hear his wet kissing noises grow until-

You gasp.

Did he just bite me? He licks at the gentle bite he gave your thigh. He gives the mark a kiss, then harshly sucks at it. Your back arches at the discomfort, and he takes advantage of this. His veiny left hand rises up from your right thigh, the opposite of the one that he’s giving a harsh warm hickey to, and travels down your middle body, under your shirt. His palm goes to your right breast and he cups it. He’s palming it slowly, opening and squeezing his hand over and over. His brown locks tickle in between your legs, but you're more focused on his groping.

His mouth continues to latch onto your thigh and bruise it, except you notice his mouth is going further and further down, closer to your core. He moves your shorts down to the side to get the most inner part, and he’s incredibly rough with you there. Your arms above you squirm at the intensity, your eyelids are squeezing together tightly. His licking, sucking, biting, kissing, coming from his wet and hot mouth makes you exhale heavy and whine.

“Eddie” you whine out a warning. He ignores you. He smiles up at you, seeing your back arched, breast in his hand, arms tied back and head tossing. Your chest heaves.

“You’re so pretty” he says innocently. “How about I take your shorts-”

“yes, fuck, take them off” you interrupt him with your ramble.

He slides them off, leaving your underwear on. He looks down at your wet patch, licking his lips. He applies a kiss to it, then moves his head to your opposite thigh with no hickeys. He kisses hot and wet open mouth kisses up from your inner thigh to your knee. Thighs now in both hands, his thumbs caressing circles.

You’re getting desperate, you want his mouth on you somewhere else. You lift your tied wrists, placing your hands on his dark messy hair. You push on it, but he grabs the bandana with his right hand, taking it off of his head. He gets up on his feet just enough to hover over you without standing fully so he can move your wrists back to their place. His guitar pick necklace falls out of his shirt and dangles over you.

“Keep them up here, y/n” He cautions clearly, “Or else I’ll stop everything.” he warns, looking into your eyes. Thats the only warning you need. “Do you understand?” He asks, and you nod while saying yes.

“Good girl.” he says, smile returning. He’s now moving down your body again, on his knees between your legs. His face is back in front of your covered hole, eyeing your wet spot. His hands return to your thighs to keep them open. He's back to placing hickeys on your right thigh while pondering how he should tease your wetness. He lifts a middle finger up to it, pressing the center and rubbing up and down, spreading your wetness underneath. This pleasure mixed with the pain of his harsh hickeys makes you turn your head into your arm to muffle your moan.

Your hips move up into his singular finger, grinding against it. None of this is enough to alleviate your ache, so you begin to beg for him.

"Just- just put your finger inside already, please" You mewl, face still in your arm. He smiles against your thigh, his middle finger switches out for his thumb, which rubs circles over your covered clit.

"You sure you want it inside, princess? You look plenty satisfied with just my finger outside... all that squirming you're doing."

You look at his teasing eyes, "It's not enough" you huff, hips moving up, chest rising and falling rapidly. The stimulation to your clit makes your back arch and your face heat up.

"Whatever you say, love" Eddie replies, moving his palms off your leg and on your hips. Both index fingers curling over the top of your underwear to tug it down over your thighs, then calves, then feet. This time, you didn't wait for his palms to open your legs up, you did it yourself. Watching you spread your legs for him automatically made him tuck his bottom lip in his mouth. He stared at the transparent shimmer of your wetness, that tightness in his pants got suffocatingly tighter.

"Hmm." He says flatly, "I think I got something better to do with this instead of fingering it." And he does indeed. He took his right hand, used his pointer and middle finger to spread your glistening lips making his fingers in a V shape, and leaned forward into it.

He first kissed your entrance, then slid only the tip of his tongue out of his mouth from the bottom to the top of your slit, drawing out a squeak from you. You wanted his full tongue to flatten against you, but just the tip of it wasn't a bad sensation. Just as you starting enjoying the pressure from the tip of his tongue against you, he fully flattened it against your core. He dragged it up and down slowly, curling it through your folds every now and then.

Hearing his wet mouth against your wet pussy was such a nice sound. The sound alone could get you hot and heavy. He sucked at your clit gently, then harshly, then broke away from it fully just to lick back up again. Your legs got harder and harder to keep open, so he put his hands back on them again helping you out.

"I got you, I got you" he said against your pussy as he kept you open. His skilled tongue moved faster, harsher, and more sensually. He starting pushing his tongue inside your dripping wet hole, practically fucking you with it. You were moaning out his name along with curses. His mouth really does drive you insane, but what drove you more insane is that your wrists are still restrained, not allowing you to run your fingers through his dark hair. It somehow aroused you further, being at his mercy like this.

Your stomach tightened, your legs shook more violently. You were close to your climax, and of course Eddie noticed this. He momentarily detached from you to tease you one last time before your orgasm.

"Gonna make a mess?" You hear from between your legs. You can't help but nod.

"yes- yes fuck!" his mouth is back on you, causing you moan loudly. You keep saying his name, and you would be wiggling around if it weren't for his amazing grip. Your body does a full on tremble as you orgasm all on his mouth and chin.

And he's still eating you out. He chuckles at your failure to bring your arms down to push on his head since he threatened to stop if you brought them down again. His chuckle vibrates against your pussy, and you could tell him to stop and he would but you don't want him to. Even though it's over stimulating, it's also hot. It’s hot that eating you out brings him so much pleasure that he wants to keep doing it until his jaw hurts. His tongue slows down, and his kisses on your clit gets lighter. His sucks are less harsh as he finally stops. All you can hear now is both of your open mouthed breathing , then a swallow. That's right, he swallowed what you just gave him.

Your body relaxes, legs fall open naturally, arms stilled after releasing all that pent up energy from holding them back. You feel the bed dip as his arms come up to rest against the side of your body.

"Don't look so tired now, y/n," his palm comes up to cup your face. "You didn't think I was done, did ya?" He questions, chin and lips glistening from you. You feel heat come back to your face, too embarrassed to look any longer at the mess you made on him. The back of his veiny hand rubs off the wetness, you watch him do so.

"Earth to y/n, you still in there?" He says. You nod lazily. He thinks you look so cute after a good orgasm.

"Can I hold my wrists over your head and kiss you?" You ask, making his heart leap. He swoons at you wanting to kiss him.

"Of course" he smiles, using his left hand to grab your right elbow and help lead your wrists over his head. His hair falls around you both before your lips meet for a kiss. He nips at your lower lip as you open your mouth, tongues lay against each other and swirl, causing you to taste yourself. His left hand slides down to your waist, giving it a squeeze. His mouth moves down to your left side, kissing your throat. Your legs hook onto and around his firm and toned back, bringing him closer.

"Is this the part where you fuck me?" You ask impatiently.

"Getting there" he says in your ear. He gets up off of you, helping your hips shimmy back further up the bed so half your body isn't on the edge anymore. Your head is now back on the pillows and his full body can hover over you now. He sits up straight to take his shirt off. You eye how his arms flex and hair poofs out of the neck line. You lick your lips at the sight of his tattoos and necklace. He's fucking pretty.

He settles himself between your open legs. He looks down at you tied up and only wearing a crop top. "You're the cutest thing" he blurts, followed by that golden smile of his.

His head lowers again to your neck. "Don't forget to keep your arms up, ok?" You nod.

His head tilts down his own body, still next to your neck but eyes looking at your clothed chest. He sees your nipples poke through the fabric. "Can I push this up?" He asks softly. You grant him permission so he slides your top above your breasts, exposing them though the fabric is still on you. He kisses down your collar bone, skips over your shirt, and then back to your skin below it.

His head lifts above your tits, just eyeing them. He takes both of them, one in each of his hands.

“Do you think if I put a stick of lipstick between these-”

Oh no.

“Oh god Eddie, shut up”

“-I could apply the lipstick to myself like that chick we just watched?” he asks through boyish giggles. With his hands on either sides of your tits, he’s separating and then squeezing them together rapidly.

You can't help but giggle at his stupid jokes in such a heated moment. He starts kissing at the swell of your breast, still smiling. He then pops your left nipple into his mouth, his hand on the opposite breast finds your other nipple. He pinches and squeezes it while his hot mouth is on the other. His sucking sounds and the pleasure he's giving you makes your head go further into the pillows with a sigh. You want his dick in you already but instead his mouth finds his way to the other breast.

You whine. "What are ya cryin for, princess?" He teases, mouth back on your flesh.

"Eddie please, I just want you to fuck me." You whimper, sounding so desperate that you surprise your own ears.

"Really? How bad?" His head begins to lift from off your chest. He eyes your face.

"So fucking bad, I need it" you're almost crying now. He's just doing all of this teasing and no railing. It's not fair.

His hand comes down to cup your cunt. "You need me here?" He taunts.

You nod vigorously, tears about to prick your eyes.

"As you wish, darling" he comes up, back straight now. Necklace that was once dangling over your skin comes up to rest against his chest. His hand runs through his dark frizzy half curls as he exhales, looking down at your pussy. His hands trail to his jeans, unbuttoning them. He slides them down his thighs, just enough to expose his boxers.

His hands come into his boxers, pulling out his dick and Jesus, it's hard. Much harder than you expected. It's already leaking pre cum. You can't stop staring at it, the way he's touching it, the veins-

"y/n? Did you hear me?" You snap out of it, looking at his deep brown eyes. "I asked where your condoms and lube are." You look to your night stand.

He grabs a condom and the lube, settling back between your legs. He brings the condom up to his teeth as he tears it with his mouth, puffing air through his mouth to blow the piece in-between his teeth away. Well fuck, that was hot you think. He slides the condom on effortlessly to his hard shaft. He lubes himself up and places the tube of it behind him. He shifts to where your wrists are above your head and grabs one of you many pillows. He lifts up your hips and slides the pillow underneath it so he can fuck you easier. His hands come down to grip your hips once the pillow is snug underneath, preparing to enter you.

"Ready now, pretty girl?" He asks, but you've been ready. You're more than ready. You nod and he lines his tip up with your wetness. He pushes gently into you, watching as your eyes shut at the pressure of him entering. You feel him stretching you open, but it's such a good stretch. He watches your face scrunch up then relax in pleasure as you gasp when he fully enters inside you. His palms go to the part of your thighs below your knees. He forces them open wider and a bit more upward.

He pulls out slowly, to the point where just his tip is in you. Then he pushes in again, slowly. He moves in and out like this at a slow pleasurable pace. He's taking his time with you, his face heats at your gasps. Your walls feel so good squeezing around him. You feel so warm. His mouth slacks open, watching your pussy swallow him up, forming a glistening ring around his base.

“God, you’re so perfect.” he huffs

“Faster... Eddie" he hears you mewl at him.

He exhales a short breath at your request, but picks up the pace anyway. He’s moving in and out faster, but not harder. Abs flexing each time he’s fully in, and relaxing each time he’s out.

He exhales heavier, hair sways forward and back with each thrust. “Mmm” he moans, his head throws back in the air, hair falling back with him “Fuck, y/n” he says to the celling with a groan. Muscles of his neck are more exposed as you look up at them. His Adams apple is more defined like this and you can see it bob.

“Harder” you moan. Arms struggling again, chest heaving.

“Jeez babe, so naughty” he smiles down at you. He pushes your right thigh down so it lays flat against the edge of the pillow, slightly touching the mattress but this causes your hips to shift right too. So he has to take your left leg and swing it over his shoulder, ankle now next to his face. He gives it a quick kiss. Such a sweet, gentle gesture only to be pushed aside because now he’s hammering into you harder, just like you wanted. It makes the bed creak, your tits bounce and shift, your moans rip though the air. He’s hitting your sweet spot at this new angle. You cant keep your eyes open.

"Yeah? Right there, huh?" He huffs, but you cant even respond normally.

“Yes, yes,” a few small tears are actually coming out now, “oh my g- fuck!” you cry and beg for him not to stop.

“So beautiful- you sound so beau- shit” he wines. Your voice, your pussy, your cries, it all sounds perfect to him. He knows he can hear more of you though, so his hand slides down to your clit as he’s railing you into the mattress. He circles it, nice and easy at first just to get your reaction.

Your eyes shoot open, mouth falls with drool. It gets so much harder to not move your arms down.

“Look at me” he says, your teary eyes move to him, but the moment your eyes connect, his thumb rubs on your clit faster. This makes your eyes shut and your head goes back.

“You like that?” he sighs out, and you cry out several yeses.

“No- keep looking at me, pretty” he begs. Your head turns back to him and you struggle to keep your eyes open. “Keep looking or I’ll slow down” he teases while panting, half jokingly, but you take it seriously.

“No no no, oh god Eddie, please-” you cry “I cant-” your eyes shut then quickly open again “I cant do it, but don’t- ah shit, don’t stop Eddie!”

His eyes widen at you begging for him to continue fucking you. His thumb slows on your clit.

“Say my name again, y/n.” he whimpers. And you do, its music to his ears.

“Again.” he begs, and you just don’t stop. Your stomach flutters at his requests.

He’s now fucking you so good that you cant stop squirming. You clench around him as his thumb goes back to your clit. He’s moaning at how good you feel and you can’t take it. You’re definitely gonna cum soon.

“You’re doing so well, look at you” he praises. Your body is shaking and tightening at his praise. You cant stop making noise, and you would be embarrassed at your loudness but you feel too good to care. You repeat the words “I’m gonna cum” until you cant anymore, and you finally climax.

He’s now chasing his own orgasm, shifting your legs. He makes you thighs come together, your legs touch together as he fucks into you, both ankles on the side of his head now. This new position makes you feel tighter and he can’t take it much longer. He’s exhaling though his mouth, short and pitchy exhales before he finally finishes in the condom.

He just kinda stays there, both of you catching your breath, his head between your ankles around his neck. You now lift your still tied wrists to cup his face, one of his large hands coming up to grab your own. He smiles against your palm. “Let me get this off of you.” he unties the bandana, and slowly slips out of your heat. The pull out feels good for both of you, hearing both your breaths hitch. The pillow is now shifted away from under your hips, to down under your knees. He falls forward, laying down next to you making the bed dip.

You move the pillow away fully, legs now resting against the mattress. You turn over to your side facing him to curl up into his body heat. His hand rubs on your back, tracing your dips and curves. “How are you feeling?” he asks, voice slightly muffled against the sheets.

“Tired,” you mumble “but also like I just got the daylights fucked out of me.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that was fun.” The film still plays in the back very quietly, but thats not your focus anymore. You lift yourself on your forearms to give him a quick kiss on his face. He smiles, fingers rubbing at his tired eyes.

You looked back down at your inner thighs covered with his hickeys. He’s curious as to what you’re looking at, so his eyes follow your line of sight. “They don’t hurt too much, do they?” he asks.

“Not really, they’re hot though. But you don’t have any hickeys on you anywhere...” you say, eyes trailing up his body. “I think I should help with that.” you tell him and he excitedly nods his head.

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dodo-begone · 3 years

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A Beach Day with the Yandere Boys!

As the days go by and it’s slowly but surely inching towards summertime. You start have an urge for an adventure and fun with the upcoming season. A good way to cool off and have fun in the heat would be to go to a beach! You thought only to remember, your boys don’t exactly like it when you leave their grasp. Hesitantly you brought it up to them. To your pleasant surprise they mostly seemed pleased with the idea. However they weren’t exactly planing on going to a beach anywhere near civilization. It was more like a small lagoon they had found on one of their journeys out. It wasn’t that far from your shared home. And it would only take short walk too. Purpled and Ranboo got the towels, umbrellas, etc. Tubbo and Tommy prepared any kinda food for the fun day ahead.

While on the way there, Tommy and Tubbo were completely glued to the reader while walking to the beach. Mostly cause they really like being close to the reader. Totally not cause they feared the reader might just get lost on the way to the beach if unwatched. Totally. They all were so excited to spend the day here with you. Giving your attention to each last one of them.

As you arrived, everyone started to set up towels and any important beach items brought a long. Ranboo and Purpled set up the umbrellas while Tommy whines about not being able to figure out which bag he’d put the watermelon in. Without thinking you headed towards the water before making any further preparations. As you were about to dip your feet in, you felt a hand grip you wrist, pulling you to face who it was. “Silly Y/n! You can’t go in the water with out putting on sunscreen. Here allow me to help!” Tubbo said with a cheerful grin. Tubbo dragged you back to where your beach towel was and sat you both down while looking through his bag. He picked out the bottle and began applying the cream gently on your cheeks and nose. Booping your nose in the process. He can’t help it. Your so cute and sweet not to boop! As you face away from him to apply cream to your arms, shoulders, and back. Tubbo quickly takes this opportunity to shoot a smug look to the other boys in the moment. None of them enjoy watching your attention fully on Tubbo, but they all know to wait their turn (Mostly.......I’m looking at you Tommy!).

Speaking of Tommy. Tommy can’t stand waiting for Tubbo to be done talking with you. Can’t you see he’s practically flirting with you! Unacceptable! Marching towards you Tommy picks you up to hastily march towards the ocean. Once deep enough in he jokingly drops you in the water. Once your head is above the water you take this opportunity to get revenge. You send a splash of water towards a Tommy knocking him slightly off balance but not completely. Tommy laughs a bit and splashes back saying how you not a big enough man to challenge him (even though you practically have him weak in the knees half of the time). In the middle of his sentence you splash him back this time creating a wave like splash knocking him off his feet. But to no avail he just got up again. This went on for a while till the two of you got hungry. As you reached the shore. Tommy finally found the watermelon bag and pulled out some bagged watermelon popsicles for the two of you to munch on and relax to the sound of waves. It was a rather calming moment between you two and the both of you made sure to savor it before another crotch goblin came crawling for your attention again.

As Tommy and Tubbo talked about having a water gun fight between the two of them (totally not to fight for your attention) your mind began to wander elsewhere. Specifically to our favorite ender boy. You noticed how he was just sitting under the umbrella sitting on the shore alone with out getting up to talk to anyone. Seeing Ranboo alone didn’t make you happy one bit so you walked over to him and sat down next to him. When you asked what he was doing alone, he explained he forgot him water enchanted gear at home on the way out in the rush. He couldn’t really get up to do anything because of this. Hearing this you offered to build a sand castle with boo. Ranboo happily agreed gathering a shovel, a bucket, and some water. While you started to build the base and walls of your castle, Ranboo wandered the beach seemingly to be looking along the shores for something. You didn’t think much of it until Ranbucket came back with a hand full of beautiful shells to decorate you castle with. “They reminded me of you so I-I wanted you t-to have them.” The blushy boy says. As you two finish up your sandcastle, you both put the first letters of your names in the sand together to signify this being your castle.

After awhile of playing in the sun you eventually decide to head back to swim a bit in the water before going home that day. As you walk towards the water and in the process you happen to notice a purple boy following behind you. Purpled offers to have a swim race with you. You agree as it sounds fun! Although Purpled may or may have not just let you win mostly. He really just loves seeing your little victory splash you’ll do in the water. Your too cute! However Tommy ends up challenging him to a swim race and only then does he take it seriously instead of day dreaming about you the entire time. Reason being he wants to prove to you that he can actually beat the others. The swimming races are a blast to watch with Tommy occasionally whining that Purpled cheated when he lost every now and then. Purpled then decided to take you and some floaters into calmer parts of the water. There the two of you laid afloat together hand in hand like otters of some sort🥺💕. After a while of swimming like an otter couple, Purpled brings you back to shore to get ready to go back home for the day.

Overall the Yan boys and you had a relaxing beach day and started to head towards home after cleaning and rolling up towels. After you’ve properly cleaned up and showered you find yourself quite tired for the day. You plop down on the couch, and it isn’t long till the boys come find you. You wake up to find a cuddle puddle of lovesick teenage boys around you. All comfortably resting a top or beside you. They all loved you. After all. You were like their siren at the beach. Completely putting them under a spell and having them at your beck and call. Even if you didn’t realize this yet. You’ll find out one way or another.

Yay! Beach day! I really liked this one. Fun fact. Did you know otters hold each other’s paws while they sleep afloat so they don’t lose each other or get separated. This just makes Purpled’s scenario even more cute! 💕 -Toma can anon🥫

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I did actually know that!!! Kinda put that in the very back of my mind for years so I really appreciate that you brought it up!!! It’s such a darn cute thought tbh. Like “hold my hand bestie you ain’t leavin me just yet-“

Also I really fucking loved all of that!!! Water chunking from Tommy, Help with the sunscreen with Tubbo, sand castle with Ranboo and then otter time out at sea with Purpled- gosh that sounds so darn cute!! At some points this sounded romantic but that just might be me reading too much into it. After all, I have a hard time differentiating emotions period. Even in writing.

Okay but think of this- maybe sun bathing with Ranboo while the others go and have a water fight. Hey look, Tommy’s winning. Don’t you see this!? When he looks over all he sees is you and Ranboo just chillin on some towels in the sun.

#submission #🥫 anon #tw: yandere #c: tommy #c: tubbo #c: ranboo #c: purpled #rambling with dodo

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konowhore · 3 years

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aoba johsai headcanons | watching a volleyball game with them

warning(s): spoilers from season 2-3, not proofreaded

a/n: these are,,, very long HAHA and i’m so sorry that these are like,,,,,, all ending with reader and bf sleeping LMAO...

prompt: you watch a volleyball game with your boyfriend. you didn’t realize that it was a game between the two teams his team lost to.

oikawa

PLEASE HE WAS SO BITTER IN SEASON 3 IT WAS SO FUNNY????

but anyways

he had dragged you to watch the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game bc ‘you’re my gf i need emotional support<3′

you didn’t really know much about volleyball, maybe the basics like positions, but you were still excited to watch

his ass would choose the seat farthest away from the court simply bc he didn’t want to be seen and he would make the snarkiest remarks while watching about how they played and you would just be like: .. yea.....

he’d realize that you’re a little confused abt what’s going on and then go:

“need me to explain anything princess?”

you lean into him and nod a bit, turning your head to smile up at him

his glasses reflect some light but he shifts them so he can look you in the eyes

cue you blushing bc the looks he gives you ?? <333 it makes ur heart cartwheel

anyways he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, explaining to you about the big play that just happened

you would just stare at him and take glances at the game because he was just so admirable

he knew so much, he played really well

you knew he worked so hard to try and get nationals, yet his team ended up not making it

out of the blue while you both sit and watch, you stretch up to kiss his cheek

oikawa, who usually isn’t too flustered, has pink-dusted cheeks when he looks at you

“yes princess...?”

“nothing, i just adore you.”

the growing smile on his face makes you giggle and rest your head on his shoulder

the game continues, oikawa continuing to make remarks about each team, observing the game

you get a little bored, hugging his arm and watch the ball go back and forth

oikawa pays really close attention tho bc he offers to take you home awwwwww

“if you’re tired we can go-”

“no it’s okay!! i like hearing your commentary uwu”

stop he’s so in love with you

like he would stare at you after that and just be all <3

and so you two stay for the whole game (you fell asleep some point,,,,,, woke up once to buy water LMAO)

watching volleyball with oikawa makes you realize how much he has a passion for it and you just admire him. so. much.

and oikawa would be so grateful that you’re so supportive and he’d tell you a thousand times after the game that he’ll do anything for you bc you tagged along and everything pls <3

matsukawa

you two hang out at your place and land upon the shiratorizawa vs karasuno game

you: aren’t those the teams you guys lost to

issei: yeah and what about it.

he’d jokingly pout and hide his face in your neck

“you’re mean </3″ he’d whine

you laugh and run your fingers through his hair

he grins, his hands going to rub your back as you two watch the game on the screen

you recognize some of the players from aoba johsai’s previous games, humming while watching them play

issei is only half paying attention

“well he’s cute,” you note, watching the camera pan through the karasuno members, only for it to stop on the captain

issei would roll his eyes and smack your ass a little LMAO

“he’s short,” he’d retort, chuckling soon after when you look at him and roll your eyes back at him

“okay and”

BYE HE’D JOKINGLY GET MAD AND GO “go date your new boyfriend then<3″

it’s all fun and games between you two tho and it’s soooo cute !!

he can be a little shit but

anyways you’re cheering for karasuno, occasionally going ‘look at their captain omg <3′

issei would sit up with you still straddling him and he’d just press kisses against your neck, making you giggle and try to push him away

“stopppppppp”

“not until you take your eyes off of him~”

you run your fingers through issei’s hair once more, smiling and leaning down to kiss him

“don’t worry issei, i’m all yours”

he’d lay back again, letting you lay on top of his chest

the game keeps going, you and mattsun sitting in comfortable silence while watching

your eyes are heavy and you don’t pay any attention to it

but then you wake up hours later, still on top of your bf’s rising chest

(pls i love him god i want to hug him and cuddle with him he’s so fucking cute <3333)

hanamaki

tbh semi was one of your old friends from middle school so he asked you to come to his game,,,

your boyfriend wanted to hang out with you so you asked if he wanted to go

HONESTLY he’d be like ‘since when did you talk to people from shiratorizawa’ but he’d be fine with it

maybe he’s a little bitter but lmao

you two go to look for your friend, and when you see him, you call his name and hug him

“eita!!”

makki: 🧍

semi: hi uwu

you would introduce them to each other all smiley

there’s tension and for what

semi: okay well i have to go warm up

you: bye eita ^^

makki:,,,

PLEASE????????

you two would sit close to the school section and holy shit is hiro glad that he didn’t wear his team jacket LMAO he would’ve gotten flamed

anyways not you cheering for eita even tho you have no idea what the fuck is going on lmao

hiro is amused and he just thinks you’re so cute tbh

he’s staring at you watching you yell out semi’s name even tho he wasn’t in the starting lineup help.

he’s such a dumbass tho pls

HE WOULD PURPOSELY BOO ONCE WHEN SHIRATORIZAWA SCORES THEIR FIRST POINT DAKJNDKJBJKD

not these girls staring at y’all um......

you’d scold him and he’s just :P

anyways you take a break from cheering and you sit, leaning on your boyfriend’s shoulder

“hiro are you doing okay?” you mumble, playing with his hand

“mhm, are you?”

you nod at his question and watch the game continue

“you sure you’re okay?? you seemed kinda tense, maybevenalittlejealous, when i introduced you to eita”

“i’m fine baby don’t worry”

him: me???????????? jealous>?????????????????? no.

YOU WOULD TEASE HIM SOOOO MUCH AND HE KEEPS DENYING IT EVEN THO HE VERY SECRETLY IS

after the game, you drag your boyfriend along with you to tell eita he did a good job

he’d give you a really big and long hug in which hanamaki is just standing there

you gush about how great eita was, earning a big smile from him

when you leave the gymnasium hand in hand with hanamaki, you cling onto his arm, your smile never leaving your face

“soooo did you like the game?” you ask, looking up at your unusually quiet boyfriend

“mhm”

“did you like meeting eita uwu”

“yeah-”

“were you jealous??”

“no comment.”

cue you teasing him while his cheeks become the same color as his pink hair

he’d just remove his arm from your grasp and then wrap it around your waist to pull you closer to him

(SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY .......)

iwaizumi

i know we all know this but iwaizumi hajime best bf idc !!!

he honestly wanted to go see the game bc he just wanted to see how the teams would play against each other

he had asked you if you wanted to tag along so you agreed

in all honestly, he didn’t think you would want to because you don’t usually seem interested in it whenever he talks about it, but in truth, you listen to every word he says abt it pls TT

he loves u so so much and u love that he’s passionate about volleyball HE JUST,, DOESNT REALIZE THAT YOU LISTEN

like he thinks it’ll bother you if he talks about it too much <//3

he’s the one who is genuinely surprised when you point out a strategy karasuno had used

“y/n i didn’t realize you liked volleyball??”

“you talk about it all the time silly”

and you give him a kiss on the nose and he just :0

“hajime cmonnnn you took me to the game you should tell me more about it uwu”

STOP. he literally,,, loves u so much

he holds your hand, his little smile never leaving his face

you lean your head on his shoulder, watching the game on the court

when the tall blond blocks ushijima’s block, you flinch a bit and stand up to look closer, seeing the tall blond yell and his teammates following suit

you cheer along with them, your boyfriend finally standing up to stand next to you

his eyes are on you only, your hair bouncing with you as you jump in excitement, your eyes shimmering with excitement

his smile just grows as you grin , turning to him in excitement

“did you see that hajime?? :D”

STOPP HES SO IN LOVE HE JUST STARES AT YOU .

and u just :D

“hajime..???”

YOU HAVE TO SNAP YOUR FINGERS IN FRONT OF HIS FACE AND HE JUST SNAPS OUT OF IT AND LOOKS AT YOU

“you’re very beautiful princess, did you know that?”

that alone makes you go pink and you playfully push him by his arm

“baby stopppp”

and you’re both just laughing and watching the game together, spending the whole day with your hands intertwined

(he.. hajime best boy)

yahaba

you had started watching the game a bit after the first set started and your boyfriend was busy taking a shower

you knew a lot in all honesty, since shigeru happened to be on one of the powerhouse schools in terms of volleyball throughout miyagi

if he was gonna be honest he wasn’t expecting you to sit down and actually watch a game of volleyball intently

so walking into his room seeing you focusing on the karasuno v. shiratorizawa match surprised him a bit

“you watching the game?” he’d ask

“mhm!! it’s really interesting uwu”

he finds it absolutely adorable but then he tries to flirt and flex his muscles like “babe look i just got out of the shower” AND YOU JUSt,, KEEP LOOKING AT THE TV

yahaba: baby *bites lip*

you: babe get dressed and come watch with me

goodbye he just throws a shirt and some shorts on and basically jumps on top of you in which you yelp and go “shiGERU” and his mom is ON HIS ASS !!!!!!!! she literally comes in and she’s like “shigeru stop jumping onto your gf” and you rlly stick your tongue out at him

him: you’re acting like a child

you: you STARTED IT.

and you guys bicker a little and you just go “well you made me miss half the game” and HE GETS SO MAD HELPPPP

“BOOOOO”

him: clinging onto you, asking you to cuddle him

you: watching the game

eventually you give in and hug him, kissing him which makes him go quiet

“are you happy now you baby?” you ask him

“.......maybe.....”

and he just gives you a quick kiss, smiling and also giving you a slight eskimo kiss

the game becomes an afterthought as he brings up the beach volleyball game the third years organized for tomorrow all day, asking if you could help his team out

(he insists that since you’re the ref, you should help his team consisting of kyoutani, kunimi, hanamaki, and another first and second year win bc kyoutani will just keep spiking outside the lines but you tell him it’s cheating LMAO...)

watari

(btw he’s so underrated i mean he’s not one of my faves but he deserves the world like y’all sleep on him and for what)

he’s super observant and he had been watching recorded games for a while to learn and make sure he plays his best next year pls </3

he had invited you over to his place to hang out and you really wanted him to take a break from watching all of those recorded games

you emphasized this when you told him you would come over lmao

but alas.........

when he opened the door and you looked at the tv to see what he had put on, you saw the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game

watari: I CAN EXPLAIN.

you: .... sir..

PLEASE he’s taking your hand and pulling you to the couch while saying he’ll relax and just watch for fun

you sigh and follow him, letting him pull you down to sit next to him on his couch

you throw your legs over his lap, smiling while looking at him

he would give you quick, soft kisses all over your face and you both just fall into a fit of giggles

stop u literally love watching him gaze at the tv so passionately and observe how they play </3

YOU GIGGLE AT HIM AND HE’S LIKE “what are you laughing about?”

AND YOURE JUST LIKE “you’re so cute uwu”

so y’all are really just out here giggling at each other huh.......

he??? pulls you into his lap and hugs you tightly

he’s literally so in love with you pls

so you guys just sit there and watch the game while you occasionally ask him questions

he’d be happy to tell you and he’s holding onto you the whole. entire. time.

honestly the game kinda slips away from you because you’re suddenly asleep on his chest, his arms around your waist, a hand gently rubbing your back

and he’s so grateful that he has a girlfriend who cares about him and worries about him :((

he’d turn off the game and then take a little nap with u <3

kindaichi

tbh you spent so much time with him after the game his team lost bc he kept beating himself up for it which is >:(((((

him: i could’ve-

you: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO NOT BRING YOURSELF DOWN COME HERE LET ME KISS YOU

as you should !!

and when he tells you he’s gonna be watching the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match after school at his place, you tell him you’re watching with him too

“i don’t want it to bore you y/n-”

“it won’t bore me yutaro dw uwu”

no bc the way you’re both in love !!!!!

you would do anything for him tbh but you genuinely thought his passion for volleyball was cute :D

he was always striving to do his best and you think he’s absolutely precious

he’d turn on the game and then immediately come over to sit with you

you lean onto him, clinging onto his arm and smiling

“y/n are you sure you wanna watch with me??”

“mhm!!”

he gives u a very soft kiss on the head and you can’t stop smiling bc you know he gets kinda shy abt showing affection

but he feels very warm and you start feeling very sleepy

YOU TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP YOURSELF AWAKE

you think him making comments abt the game or what he finds interesting is really cute but youre just,, tired ya know

he notices and he’s like “you should sleep-”

“noooo yutaro i’ll watch with youuuu”

“y/n cmonn”

you pout and lean turn to lean your forehead against his arm

“i don’t wanna </3″

“it’s okayyy you can sleep if youre tired”

you look at him and he smiles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead

you can’t help but melt and you’re just,, staring at him dreamily

he’s like “..baby..?”

and you just lean forward and kiss him

“you’re the best bf ever <3″

and he chuckles and goes “and you’re the best and cutest gf ever”

he has you lay down on his bed, your hair sprawled about his pillows

he lays with you, the two of you facing the tv and your back to him

he puts an arm around you, smiling

you slowly fall asleep, smiley and snuggling back towards yutaro

he kisses your head again, telling you that he loves you and hopes you sleep well

he’s so<333

kunimi

he acts like he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the game but you guys are chilling at his place and you flip to the channel that has the game on

at first he’s like “you’re interested ?? in this ????”

you: babe,, of course i am,, my bf is a volleyball player,,,,,?

PLS? he’d be like ‘oh ok’ and rest his chin on top of your head

it’s so chill between the two of you guys he’s literally just playing with your hair, humming a bit

you ask him smth but he asks you to repeat what you asked because he spaced out

and when you ask again he just stares at you and is like ‘yes’

YOU JUST LAUGH AT HIM AND HE THINKS YOURE SO PRETTY so he just continues to listen to you ramble abt the game

eventually, he finds himself dozing off and you take notice as his chin starts feeling heavy on your head

“baby c’mon let’s take a nap-”

and he’d shake his head and go “we can finish the game-”

but you can tell he’s tired, especially from practice earlier today

so you turn off the game and turn so that you’re straddling his lap and hugging him tight

he wraps his arms around you and hums, kissing you

you smile and lean back to look at him, his eyes droopy from exhaustion

“sleep bby”

“mm only if you do too”

“i will dw <3″

and you just cling onto him, arms around his neck

he hums, nuzzling your neck and you giggle

eventually, you two start breathing slowly, falling asleep

(tbh you didn’t rlly even care who won you just watched the game bc it was on LMAO)

kyoutani

you guys were hanging out in your room, his head in your lap while you sat up against your pillows

you were both occupied by your phones atm

he put his phone down, looking up at you curiously

you smiled as he reached to intertwine his fingers with yours

he had been at the gym more often, playing volleyball and practicing

especially after their loss against karasuno :(

today was one of the days that he decided he would spend his time being with you

he doesn’t voice it often, but he appreciates how much you support him and care for him

(you picked him up from the gym the other day with some of his favorite deep fried chicken bits with the cute chicken packaging and he didn’t know how else to show you how much he loves and appreciates you other than by cuddling with you all night pls i’m </3)

anyways he’s just staring at you, admiring you, thinking about how much he loves you while you’re watching some tiktok your friend had sent you

you had asked if he wanted to watch the game with you on your phone but he had been occupied thinking about you

“what’d you say-?”

“i asked if you wanted to watch the game with me..? if you don’t want to it’s fine-”

“oh sure”

and he’d adjust himself so that he’s sitting with you, shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning his head so that it lays on top of yours

you’d just be all smiley, leaning into him more while playing the live stream of the game

he seemed focused, watching the game intently

you tried to focus on the game, but the only thing you could think about was the way kyoutani was holding your hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb

eventually, as the game continues, he huffs a little, making you look up and smile at him

“you okay? we can stop watching if you want-”

“it’s fine-”

and then he adjusts himself, scooting away from you to lay his head in your lap

he reaches for your hand and puts it on his head, looking up at you

you oblige, gently rubbing his head and smiling

his eyes are closed, a slight hum coming from him

after a while, you realize kyoutani had fallen asleep, so you turn the game on your phone off

during this, kyoutani grumbles, reaching for your hand

you can’t help but giggle a little, rubbing his head while humming a little

“get some rest baby~” you croon quietly, staring at him lovingly

he opens his eyes a little, giving you a small smile

“you too okay..?”

“mhm-!”

when he closes his eyes, you smile, mumbling a little ‘i love you’ to your boyfriend

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marwritesgood · 4 years

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Reputation | F. Delfino

Pairing: Frank x Edmond!Reader

Timeframe: Season One

Summary: Y/n becomes resistant to Frank’s charm after finding out about his reputation.

masterlist

warning: murder, violence, season one spoilers.

A/N: I just finished the series so don’t mind me with the occasional HTGAWM fic here and there x This is definitely not for the faint of heart, so please be weary!

In the first year I spent as Annalise Keating’s newest paralegal, I became well-acquainted with a lot of the people she kept close to her. In particular, a certain Frank Delfino.

Much to my initial dismay, he took an almost immediate liking to me. Whenever Annalise assigned me different tasks to fulfil, Frank always found a way to tag along with me. Any time I found myself trying to go through files of legal paperwork on my own, he would insist on working within close proximity to me.

As the year went by, I eventually grew to enjoy his company. The things I, at first, found irritating about him. Such as his overpowering cologne and his covert pick-up lines. Even the way his calloused hands would purposely graze over mine every time we reviewed paperwork together.

These were the traits I ultimately found most endearing about him.

“What time does your cab get here?”

I looked up and saw Bonnie approaching me, arms stretched out to pull me in for a hug. I smiled and hugged her back. Frank made his way into the room from Annalise’s kitchen, my travel mug clutched in his hands with the coffee I had requested for.

“In about half an hour, Bon,” I answered, glancing down at my wristwatch when Bonnie finally let go of me. Frank smirked at me as he handed me my travel mug.

“Do you really have to go?” He asked, his tone half-joking and half sincere. Ever since the day I told him I was going to be out of town for a month, to visit my father, he had been whining non-stop covertly enough not to alarm Bonnie or Annalise, but overtly sufficient for me to find it amusing.

“I’m only going for a month,” I laughed. I lifted my mug to my lips and took a sip, before closing the lid and placing it on the coffee table. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to survive those four weeks.”

“Doubt it,” he replied.

He lifted his hand and placed it over his chest, trying to emphasise how physically heartbroken he apparently would be without me around. I rolled my eyes, trying to appear annoyed by his relentless coquetry. The immediate burning sensation on my cheeks betrayed me, and Frank caught onto it quickly.

“Hey, Bon,” Frank began, turning abruptly to face Bonnie. “- Annalise wanted Y/n to take the Boyd file with her, but it’s in the cabinet in her office.”

I scrunched my eyebrows. Annalise hadn’t mentioned anything to me about taking Mr Boyd’s file with me. Bonnie nodded, reaching into her bag for the key to Annalise’s office cabinet.

“I’ll go grab it,” she said, before walking hastily to Annalise’s office.

Frank watched her leave until she was successfully out of earshot. Afterwards, he quickly closed the doors into the living room. I was slightly alarmed, but not as much as I was amused.

“What’s going on?” I asked, laughing underneath my breath, as Frank quickly made his way back to where I stood. He smiled warmly at me. Not a coy smirk like his usual behaviour. This was a genuine smile- the first I had seen of its kind.

“Just wanted a second alone with you,” he murmured, reaching his hand out to hold mine. The feeling of his calloused fingers loosely intertwined with mine made my heart pound. “... before you leave me.”

“Oh my god,” I sighed, pulling my hand away so I could lightly punch his arm. When Frank was relentless at something, he was fully committed to it. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m just gonna miss you,” he said softly, as he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I lifted my arms and hugged him tightly. For a moment I could have sworn I could feel his heart pounding just as aggressively as mine.

“I’m sure you can annoy Bonnie while I’m gone.”

“It’s not the same,” he answered, letting go and pulling away from me. I was grateful he did so, for fear that I was getting too comfortable being in his arms. After all, our relationship never exceeded being anything more than a flirtatious work friendship. “Promise you’ll come back?”

“I don’t know,” I replied jokingly, pretending to consider not coming back to Philadelphia. “Do I have any reason to come back?”

I was expecting him to laugh along with me, or have some witty rebuttal. Instead, he just gazed at me for a long moment. Knowing something was on his mind, I remained silent until he spoke again.

“What if I take you out to dinner when you get back?”

My eyes widened. I was taken so far back, I almost physically doubled back. I couldn’t lie. I loved the thought of going out to dinner with Frank. I especially enjoyed humouring the possibilities of what could happen after dinner.

However, I had no idea Frank's harmless flirting was perhaps more meaningful than I had anticipated.

“Frank-” I gasped. I couldn’t shake the fear that he was just playing a cruel joke on me.

“I’m serious,” he whispered, never breaking his gaze with me. He seemed so sure of himself. As though this were something he had been calculating and contemplating for a while. “My uncle owns this nice restaurant uptown. Italian, of course... We could go there.”

“... I don’t know,” I responded hesitantly. If not for all the other factors to consider, I would have jumped at the opportunity to go out with Frank.

“Y/n-”

“You don’t think this is... I don’t know, inappropriate?” I felt pretentious immediately after I finished my question. I still thought it was a valid point. “I mean, we work together. What would Annalise say if she found out?”

“I don’t care.”

My breath hitched. Frank’s loyalty to Annalise was a character trait of his as prominent as the dark and mysterious persona he upholds. For someone who was always at Annalise’s beck and call, he claimed not to care about her input very nonchalantly.

“Well, I do,” I retorted, chuckling beneath my breath at how ridiculous Frank was sounding. “What if she fires me? You’ve been with her for years, I just joined last November. I won’t have a job, and I’ll be-”

“I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said thoughtfully. It startled me just how intently he gazed at me, but I knew he did so only to emphasise how much he meant it. “You know that, right? I’d do anything for you.”

“Yes, I do, but... You have to know how crazy you sound right now-”

“I’ve been crazy about you from the moment I saw you, Y/n,” he simpered, his eyes beaming at me as he lifted his hands and held the sides of my face. At this moment, he was mere inches away from me. “Tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

I paused for a moment, as I mulled over what he had admitted to. I considered denying my feelings. That would have been the wiser decision concerning the legal career I had worked so hard to build. But I just couldn’t go through with it.

“I can’t,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. From the way Frank began grinning, I knew he had heard me. Crystal clear.

“So let me take you out when you come back-”

At this point, I knew I wasn’t going to turn him down. I wondered if the year’s worth of flirting on the job was a ploy of his; a way to get me to go from finding him irritating to irresistible.

“You’re not gonna be hooking up with other women while I’m gone?” I smirked, though I was partially fearful of how he would respond to my question. I couldn’t imagine I was the only woman who was charmed by him, and I doubted he spent his Saturday nights at home.

I expected his face to fall. For Frank to realise just how long I would be gone, and immediately regret ever asking me out in the first place. However, he surprised me again by remaining unfazed. This was either because his game was just that good, or because he was just that deadset on taking me out for dinner, even if it meant waiting a month. I liked to believe the latter.

“Not when the only woman I want is halfway across the country.” He smirked, and I tried to suppress the grin that was threatening to appear of my face. His hands dropped to my waist, and he pulled me closer to him. I placed my hands on his chest, trying to savour the moment before I left. “What do you say?”

“Okay,” I whispered, smiling at him as I nodded my head. He grinned, before bringing his hands back up to the sides of my face. Something told me he was not going to let go of me anytime soon.

“Yeah?” He asked, moving his head closer to mine until our foreheads just about touch.

“Yeah,” I repeated.

Before another moment could pass, he gently pushed the back of my head with his fingers until our lips met in the middle. He kissed me softly and slowly, yet with a fiery passion. I never knew it could be achieved in just one kiss. My heart was no longer pounding. For a moment, I could have sworn it stopped beating altogether.

I didn’t want the moment to end. I was not yet ready to break away from Frank, let alone leave his embrace. But when Bonnie’s footsteps sounded across the house, Frank and I found each other pulling away instantly. Before Bonnie entered the living room, I ducked down and tried to fix my lipstick, which Frank had managed to smear very visibly in what was barely a minute-long kiss.

I did not mind at all.

“Here are the Boyd files,” Bonnie announced, as she handed me a golden manilla folder, with an enclosed document detailing Mr Boyd’s personal details. She looked at Frank and me questioningly. It didn’t help that he and I were doing a terrible job at acting natural.

Fortunately, the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway allowed me to break the risky silence.

“That’s my cab,” I said, instinctively reaching down to grab my suitcase. Frank quickly dived down and gripped the handle on my bag before I could get the chance to.

“I got it,” he mumbled, before standing back up. My suitcase had four wheels and a retractable metal hand bar. Even so, Frank made a point to hold it up himself. Before he turned towards the door and headed out, he glanced back at me, a proud smirk appeared on his face.

I bit my lips as I tried to suppress a grin. Frank's charming demeanour had even more of an effect on me now that I knew his true intentions. Not to mention the fact that he had just finished offering a very intense demonstration on just how good of a kisser he was.

When he finally left to load my bag into the cab, I reached for my mug. I turned back to Bonnie, only to realise she had been watching mine and Frank’s interaction very intently, and seemingly with a lot of concern.

“I know that look,” she droned. I couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or disappointment prevalent in her tone, but it was clear she was displeased by what she saw.

“I-I don’t-”

“Y/n,” she began, uncrossing her arms so she could place her hand on my shoulder. I grew to really trust Bonnie. She was a mentor to me, but even more so, she was a trusted friend and confidant. “I know Frank is as charming as he is handsome, but believe me... you can’t trust him like that.”

“You don’t know that,” I said softly. I wasn’t trying to undermine Bonnie's concern, so much as I was trying to give Frank the benefit of the doubt.

My feelings for him only grew stronger the more time I spent with him. The fact that Bonnie was trying to convince me to feel otherwise was deflating, to say the very least.

“What did he say to you?” She asked, her eyes piercing mine as she stared intently at me. When I didn’t respond immediately, she took that as her cue to keep going. “Let me guess then... He said he’s crazy about you... Has been since the moment he met you, and that you’re the only woman he wants?”

My mouth fell agape. I tried to keep myself from reacting too emotionally. Since the beginning of my legal career, I had been trying to coach myself to suppress any physical trace of emotion or vulnerability. Here, that was considered a woman’s weakness.

“Frank sleeps with every girl that walks through those doors,” she explained, gesturing towards the front door to Annalise’s home office. I knew she was not only referencing to clients and employees, but to the students, Annalise invites in every year from the university she teaches in. “I know it’s not my place to tell you what to do... but I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I nodded, sighing heavily as I looked down at the floor. I had a lot to think about during my month away from Philadelphia.

*****

In the month I was gone, I found out from Bonnie that Annalise chose five students to join her clinic as opposed to her traditional four. In a further turn of events, I found out from my younger brother, Wes, that he was among the chosen five. He and I grew up together until our mother’s untimely death.

Following that tragedy, Wes was adopted, and I moved in with my father, who helped to make sure my brother and I stayed in contact.

“So first you don’t tell me you enrolled at Middleton,” I grumbled, as my brother helped me unload my suitcase from the cab I was picked up at the airport in. I led him towards the elevator of my apartment building. “And then, I’m the last to find out you’re not only in Annalise’s class but that you’re one of the Keating Five.”

Once he wheeled my suitcase in, I pressed the button with my floor number on. Afterwards, I turned to my brother and glared at him. I was not actually angry at him, but I was slightly offended he didn’t keep me in the loop, and I was not about to let him live it down.

“What do you think people will assume when they find out my sister is one of Annalise’s associates?” He reasoned, wheeling my suitcase out once the elevator doors opened back up. I led him to my apartment door and rummaged through my bag before fishing out my key.

“Point taken,” I sighed, opening the door so Wes could take my bag in. I followed him inside and showed him where to put it down. “But I’m not involved in who Annalise chooses for her clinic. Only Bonnie and Frank are. It would have been nice to know.”

He sighed, putting my suitcase down on my sofa just as I had told him to. Since our mom died, I became really protective of my relationship with Wes, especially when we got separated. I hated being kept in the dark when it came to his life, and he knew this.

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “No more secrets from now on... I promise.”

I smiled, satisfied with his vow. Briefly after, he and I made our way out and down to where the courthouse was, which was mere walking distance away. Annalise was in the middle of a new case.

Frank was responsible for catching me up in-person, which I had been excited and eager for simultaneously. Ever since Bonnie told me about his reputation, I felt conflicted about my feelings towards him. Nonetheless, I still missed his company: his calloused hands and covert flirting.

Wes and I walked into the courtroom together but broke off. He headed to where the other four students, of the Keating Five, stood, whilst I approached Frank. Once he noticed me walking towards him, he slowly began to smirk.

“You’re back.”

“I did promise, remember?”

“Yes, you did,” he replied, pulling me close for a quick hug. After pulling away, he led me down the corridor, assumably to the boardroom where Annalise and Bonnie were. “Now let me hold up my end of the deal... Tomorrow night, dinner at my uncle’s restaurant. Sound good?”

“Why don’t we focus on our jobs first, hotshot,” I smirked, reaching out and snatching the files he held in his hands.

“You never told me puppy was your brother,” he said, nodding towards where my brother stood. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Since Wes took his adoptive parents’ last name, most people would never know he and I are siblings if we didn’t explicitly tell them. “A little investigation and I found out Wes Gibbons was actually Christophe Edmonds.”

I finally looked up from the files and stared at Frank, dumbfounded. When Wes’ adoptive family renamed him, I had to go along with it, so I could stay in contact with him. I, on the other hand, kept my name. First and last.

“Frank,” I warned, concerned about what he did with this information. It was less surprising that he found this out, as Annalise typically left him to do background checks on our clients and students. “Were you the one who picked my brother?”

Bonnie and Frank were both able to chose one student each every year. The other respective members were decided at Annalise’s discretion.

“Guilty as charged,” he smiled. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. My brother specifically kept me in the dark so he could be chosen on his own merits. I couldn’t imagine his disappointment if he found out Frank chose him because just to appease me. “Hey, he’s a good kid. Even Annalise told me she liked him. The fact that his sister’s the hottest girl in Philly is just... an added bonus.”

“Frank.”

I jumped at the sound of Annalise’s voice. Frank looked up as I turned around to face her. She marched over with her classic briefcase in her hand. Looking between Frank and me, she maintained an unamused expression.

“Keep it in your pants,” she muttered at Frank, prompting me to fight the urge to laugh at his sheepish reaction. Annalise turned to me and noted the files in my hand. “Y/n, it’s good to have you back... I trust you caught yourself up on the case, while Frank was busy flirting.”

“Yes ma’am,” I answered, handing her the manilla folder, satisfied with the amount of information I had gathered.

He and I followed Annalise down to the students.

“Listen up,” she called out. “The prosecution’s rested, so the next witness to take the stand will be Max’s daughter. I need someone to write up the prep questions.”

A brunette, standing behind two of the students, pushed through. With her notebook clutched in her hands, she spoke up before any of the other four could.

“I’ll do it,” she volunteered.

“Frank’s girl,” Annalise muttered. I cocked an eyebrow and glance at Bonnie, who offered an apologetic nod. It was no wonder she refused to tell me who she or Frank chose for the Keating Five. Even after I nagged her about it for a week over the phone. “Have it on my desk by midnight.”

After Annalise dismissed the students, Bonnie, Frank and I were also evident for the day. The students went with Bonnie back to the office while I headed for the doors so I could go home.

Not only was I fatigued from jet lag, but I was not in the mood to talk to Frank, let alone discuss having dinner with him anytime soon.

The only upside to this revelation was that Wes hadn’t gotten chosen simply because I work for Annalise.

“Y/n,” he called out, racing towards me as I sped out the doors of the courthouse. Just as I was about to begin sprinting, Frank jogged and got in front of me, obstructing me from going any further. “Hey... So when did you want to grab dinner?”

“Why don’t you ask Laurel Castillo?” I sneered.

“Y/n, c’mon... It’s not what you thinl.”

“Oh, no?” I said incredulously. “You lied about picking my brother because you knew damn well that if you told me who actually picked, I would have punched that stupid smirk off your face. Take her to dinner, because I don’t even wanna look at you.”

I half-expected he would do that. Annalise had mentioned to me that Frank typically chose based on who he wanted to sleep with. What upset me the most was that he lied to me. I didn’t like being treated like another stupid young girl Frank wanted to get in bed.

I thought he had more respect for me than that.

“It wasn’t like that,” he repeated louder, gripping my forearm to keep me from walking away. I glared at him. At that point, he was insulting my intelligence.

“Then why’d you pick her, huh?... Which college did she go to? What was her GPA? What made her stand out from the rest of Annalise’s students?... Was it her work ethic?... her ambition?... or her ass?”

Frank flinched as my voice grew louder and louder to the point where I was just screaming at him. Obviously, this wasn’t the first time he had heard me raise my voice. This was, however, the first time my yelling was directed at him.

“Bonnie was right, I should have never trusted you,” I spat angrily. I regretted ever kissing him, and ever humouring his flirting. Especially now that there would be no way of avoiding him since we work together. “Maybe you get a kick out of sleeping with every girl Annalise brings into the clinic, but I don’t want anything to do with you. From now on, we're colleagues... Nothing more.”

I shook my hand free from his grasp and walked to my apartment.

****

It had been over a month and a half since my fight with Frank. Following that day, I made it a point not to speak to him. However, that didn’t seem to stop him from relentlessly trying to get me to forgive him, let alone say something to him. Annalise eventually noticed that I was avoiding Frank and made me vow not to let it affect my work as her paralegal.

It was the night of Middleton’s traditional bonfire shindig when Annalise asked me to go to her home and pick up some files from a past case. I had told her I already had them with me, to avoid her badgering me further about it. On my way there, I received a phone call from my brother.

“Remember, when I promised no more secrets?”

That was one way to greet me over the phone. Instinctively, I checked over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening in on my conversation. My brother sounded even more ominous than he did typically.

“Yeah,” I replied hesitantly.

“I may have been keeping a big one from you.”

In our brief phone conversation, he hastily explained the situation at hand. Wes had to keep it short to keep the call from being traceable, so I tried my best to follow along.

“You’re saying Annalise’s husband killed Lila? Sam-mother-fucking-Keating?!”

Before Wes could respond, he had to hang up, prompting me to go from walking to Annalise’s office to sprinting there.

By the time I reached her home, Sam was unconscious on the ground and all five of Annalise’s students, as well as Rebecca, were standing around panicking. I was not being paid enough to deal with this.

“Y/n?” Michaela’s expression froze in terror. Connor shoved Wes, as the rest of them began to panic even more. I slowly walked in.

“You called your sister?!” Asher shrieked.

As the six of them began talking over each other, each voice sounding all the more panicked and afraid than the other. I sighed. As much as this was unchartered territory for me as well, I had to take some initiative. I was the oldest and most experienced of those who still conscious in the room.

“We need to come up with a cover story,” I said.

“Are you insane?!” Michaela cried, sitting on the couch and placing her head in her hands. It was fair of her to say that. But with what I just walked into, it was either come up with a cover story of fess up.

“She’s right,” Rebecca spoke up, standing up from where she sat.

“You can’t be serious,” Connor scoffed.

“Sam’s dead, because of all six of us,” Rebecca shouted, sending chills down my spine. I expected to walk in on something out of pocket and dangerous, but a murder scene was not it. “-and maybe that’s okay. He killed Lila, and he was gonna let me go down for it. It’s-”

Rebecca’s rant was cut off short by the sound of someone choking. We all turned around, only to see Sam very much conscious, sitting on top of my brother with his hands clutched around his neck. I let out a scream, and Michaela called for someone to get Sam off Wes.

We were delayed in responding, too overcome by fear and shock to act instantly. When we finally did begin moving, I followed my first instinct- to protect my baby brother.

Hearing him choke. Watching him struggle to stay alive. It felt all too familiar. It had too much resemblance to the day I found my mother’s corpse in the kitchen of our home. That was a catalyst for Wes growing up away from me. I was not about to stand by and let him be taken from me.

Not again.

I grabbed the first thing I could find, which ended up being a trophy. Sam stared down at my brother with cold-blooded fury in his eyes. He didn’t hear me approaching him. When I struck the back of his head, he had no idea what was coming.

And just like that, blood splattered over Wes’ face and across the hem of my dress. I dropped the trophy, and Sam fell down with it. Blood began oozing out of his skull, as Wes stood up and pulled me aside, hugging my torso tightly, just as he did in moments of crisis.

“He’s dead,” Michaela sunk to the floor in the corner of the room. She began repeating what she said over and over to herself through sobs and wails.

“Go,” Wes whispered to me.

“W-what?” I spluttered, still trying to recover from the shock and trauma of what I had just done. “I can’t leave you here... I-I just-”

“I’ve got you,” Wes whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead. I was his big sister, yet he was the one willing to carry the burden of my mistake. “I won’t let anything happen to you, just go. We’ll figure something out.”

The rest of the students were distraught, and subsequently to distracted to notice me flee the scene. I knew I was going to do everything in my power to help them, but for then all I could do was listen to my brother. As I held my coat closed, to hide the blood splattered over my dress, I made my way down the pavement.

I tried to amble. Not too slow to draw attention, but just enough to conceal how freaked out I was. I felt a vibration from my pocket. After checking to make sure my hands were clean, I opened my phone only to see notifications of 23 unread text messages and 10 missed calls—all from Frank.

I looked up and realised his apartment wasn’t too far from where I was, so I decided to head there. In an attempt to draw attention away from me, I went through his text messages- starting from the one he sent most recently.

“Y/n please just come over and I’ll explain everything. I’m an idiot.

Sent 30mins ago”

Once I got to his door, I put my phone away. I knocked twice, just loud enough for him to hear, but not so loud as to alarm any nearby residents. I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one had followed me or was in a position to be able to hear me.

Thankfully, Frank opened the door quickly. I had been avoiding him for so long, it surprised me how he looked. His eyes were slightly puffy and red. He hadn’t shaved in a while. His hair was rugged and messy, as opposed to slicked back like normal. He seemed surprised to see me. Before he could say my name, I began sobbing violently.

“I-I did something,” I cried. “Something really really bad and... and I don’t know what to do, I-I don’t-”

Frank pulled me into his apartment, closing the door behind me and locking it. All of his blinds were completed and windows shut. He clearly had a hunch as to what I was about to confide in him about because he knew exactly what to do.

He led me to his couch, and we both sat down.

“I-I... I killed Sam,” I confessed in a hushed whisper. I slowly opened my coat to show him the blood splatter on my dress. He didn’t even flinch. I knew about his history, but I never expected it provide me with so much comfort as it did at that moment. “H-He was gonna strangle Wes, and I-I didn’t know what I was doing until I did it.”

As I continued to explain what had happened, in a blubbering nonsensical mess, I felt myself spiral out of control.

“The o-others are still there... W-Wes said he would handle it but I... I’m so scared of what's gonna happen,” I had gone from sobbing to wailing. I began empathising with Michaela and how distraught she was immediately after I killed Sam. “If he takes the fall for me, h-he’ll... Sam’s a wealthy white man, t-they’re not gonna have mercy on me o-or my brother. And it’s all my fault... I-I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m gonna get you a change of clothes,” he explained, gripping my hand tightly in his. Before, the feeling of his calloused hands in mine had only ever been associated with our flirty relationship. That night, those hands became my safe haven; the only thing keeping me grounded and making me feel safe.

“I’ll get you and Wes an alibi that you’ll both have to remember. We’ll go over your cover story until you have it memorised. You can stay here for the night. I’ll call the others, and... I’ll call Annalise and stall her and... I’ll go back later tonight to make sure the scene is cleaned, and the body is gone.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Despite our previous conversation being our fight, I trusted him; I did so with my whole being. Not only did he come up with a solution at a rapid speed, but I knew Frank’s loyalty. I knew he was giving me his word when he explained how he would help me. I knew he would follow through for me.

“Look at me,” he said, caressing my cheek to keep me from shaking even more than I already was. I forced myself to meet his gaze, and I was grateful for it. “Remember what I said before?- I’m not letting anything happen to you, okay? They’re gonna arrest me before they even think of touching you or Wes, I promise... You trust me?”

I nodded furiously, before sighing heavily, letting out a cry as I did so. Frank wrapped his arms around me and didn’t let go until I pulled away first. Once he did, he got me to get changed into a pair of his old shirts and sweatpants. Then, he gave me the leftovers from his dinner to eat while he made a few phone calls. Though I wondered who he was calling, and how he had so many contacts that could help him fabricate an alibi for me- I didn’t question it.

I needed his help, and Frank was doing everything to protect me. That was more than enough of an explanation for me.

At least it was, for now.

“Here’s the story,” he began, after hanging up his phone. I placed the plate of spaghetti he gave me down on his coffee table, and I listened intently. “You were at the bonfire, when I texted you to come over. Luckily, you have dozens of messages from me. You then spent the night here before leaving tomorrow morning for the hearing, with me... I’ve already call the others. They’ll be ok.”

I nodded, repeating the story to myself until it was etched in my memory. Frank took my empty plate and headed towards his kitchen. It was only a matter of time before he would have to leave to clean the murder scene, and to make check up on the others.

I glanced over at him. He began washing my plate along with his other dishes. I got up from the couch and sauntered towards him. Before he could realise I was behind him, I snaked my arms his waist and rested my chin on the crook of his neck. I could feel his breath hitch. With damp hands from the soap water, he held my arms.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Frank turned around to face me. He placed his hands on the sides of my face and kissed my temple fervently. I smiled, lifting my head up only to see him smiling as he gazed down at me. He pulled me closer to him until our lips collided. His hands were damp, but I couldn’t care less.

Bonnie was wrong in claiming that Frank couldn’t be trusted.

I couldn’t think of anyone who would do what he did for me that night; who would help me establish an alibi and hide the corpse of the man I killed. In hindsight, there was no one I could imagine confiding in but him. No other person whose embrace could make me feel as safe as I did in Frank’s arms. No one I could imagine trusting with the darkest of my mistakes but Frank Delfino.

There was no one I trusted more.

#frank delfino x reader #frank delfino imagine #how to get away with murder imagine #htgawm imagine #frank delfino #annalise keating

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greekschist · 4 years

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Poseidon and Aphrodite headcanons

because im trash and this would honestly be so cute. for @godsofhumanity

it's common knowledge that poseidon was one of the most vengeful gods of the pantheon

and aphrodite, while sometimes blinded by rage, is also one of the most human gods i think, because of her realm of love which gives her an certain understanding of emotions

so that balance, their bond of water (duh) and their love of spice and having fun (no i will not define that) already gives them ties

and the fact that i can't imagine aphrodite having an informal relationship with zeus

there's obviously a mutual respect and they'll help each other out if necessary but it's no friendship

and we can infer from the myth of psyche that aphrodite isn't really buddies with persephone either, seeing how she barely batted an eyelash at dragging the queen of the underworld into her scheme

there's not much for her and hades to discuss, besides the occasional date night she helps plan out but i doubt he wants aphrodite's help most times

hades is the god of the underworld and ruler of the dead but he's a man of fucking commitments whether it be romantic dinners or creating a horrible eternal punishment

i don't know if it's explicitly said, but I'm pretty sure that poseidon and amphitrite have an open relationship

we know that zeus and hera are most definitely NOT open, which is why hera is so angry at zeus every time he cheats

but my girl is never mad? she either doesn't give a shit or is extremely ignorant, which is stupid to even think about because she's the queen of the seas

which just makes sense for aphrodite and poseidon to fool around at least a few times

so like they wake up and amphitrite's leaning on the door sipping coffee and she's just like oh hey dite, you look great

amphitrite and aphrodite shares embarrassing stories of poseidon at breakfast and it's kind of hilarious because his wife is laughing with his bff who is literally wearing his shirt

sometimes he'll read romance novels with her

he ALWAYS complains at the beginning and talks about how cliche it is and predictable it is

and then, every time, he facetimes her a few hours later and he's either sobbing or screaming, with the occasional exception of both

there's movie nights when they just pile on top of each other with a few blankets and miscellaneous blankets and quilts in between

it's literally always romcoms, action movies or something really bad so they can make fun of it

"why is he sparkling, dITE WHY IS HE SPARKLING I DON'T LIKE THIS"

their go to is legally blonde and once poseidon breaks a glass vase from screaming so loud at warren

amphitrite makes him a paper crown and calls him queen bey, as in beyonce, for a week after that

they jokingly send each other valentine's day gifts and flirt the entire 24 hours to get a reaction out of ares

"whale u do me the honor of dining with you on this fine holiday"

"i dolphinately accept your invitation, good sir"

and then they feel bad so the day after, they set up date night for aphrodite and ares (poseidon, the waiter, puts on a clearly fake mustache and goes by an obnoxious french name the entire time)

*rips off mustache afterwards* "oh hey guys how's dinner going? sorry i just got here, did i miss anything?"

baking ✨✨✨

but bAKING

okay ill stop (but the pretty cupcakes tho omg i want brownies im hungry)

beach days of course

bff picnics

kinda like that troy bolton pizza and strawberry scene in hsm but platonic

yes they're gods, yes they can legit do anything whenever, yes it's the fucking sentiment that matters

legit half of it ended up being my miscellaneous thoughts but hope y'all liked it!! tag me in a post or reblog this one if you wanna add more

#greek myths #greek mythology #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek myths #greek gods #incorrect greek quotes #greek shitpost #poseidon and amphitrite #poseidon #aphrodite #ares and aphrodite #mythology #water babes

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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Meeting and Dating Brian Johnson

(Not my gif)(Requested by @bloodrosered )

(Up next is the Austin Powers headcanons I promise!)

- You meet Brian in detention. You’re one of Allison’s only friends and she managed to convince you to come and hang out with her. You’d never been to a weekend detention so you figured you’d give it a try, your best friend was there, how bad could it be?

- When you got there, Bender immediately started to flirt with you. Andrew was preoccupied with talking to Claire, and Brian... well Brian was staring at you.

- Bender takes notice of his staring and after he does he’s all sarcasm and asshole jokes from then on.

“Is she a part of the physics club too?”

“Wha? N-No, why?”

“We’ll you’re looking at her like she is.”

“I’m not looking at anyone.”

“Do you want to get in her pants Brian? Wanna feel her up? How about you sweets? Would you like Brian here to feel you up?”

- Allison tells him to shut up but she’s kind of amused. Brian feels like there’s steam coming out of his ears with how hot his face is. He’s so afraid that he’s blushing and making a fool of himself in front of you.

“Sure, why not? Sex is all ‘nerds’ think about isn’t it? Makes them good in the sack.” Allison joins you as you laugh.

“Well Brian... go on, make your move. She’s given you permission.” Bender smirks at him as the boy turns bright red.

- The two of you chat a bit during detention, learning more about each other and connecting on some things. By the end of the day you sort of feel something for the boy.

- When detention is over he nervously stops you outside and asks for your number. He’s shuffling awkwardly and his cheeks are pink, it’s really quite adorable. He melts at the sight of your smile.

- On the car ride home he’s staring at the numbers written on his arm and wondering if he’s dreaming or not. He can’t believe he went to detention and came out with a girl who actually thought he was cute.

- When he calls you the next day he almost expects the number to be fake. He still has to jump around his room, phone in hand, to round up the courage to call the number regardless of his suspicion. He gets yelled at for making so much noise from his jumping.

- You pick up just in time to hear him yelling an apology to his parents. You awkwardly asked who it was and he couldn’t help but smile when he heard your voice even though he was slightly embarrassed. You can’t deny that you had the same reaction when you heard his voice.

- He asked you out to the movies, a horror movie. He didn’t anticipate that it would be the worst movie that either of you had ever seen. The both of you were laughing at the excessive horribly fake looking gore and crappy acting.

- You were so bored that you just leaned over and kissed him. He’s shocked but kisses back although it’s sort of messy and awkward since he’d never kissed anyone before. He learns quickly though and it’s better than watching the movie.

- When you pull away you go back to watching the movie with a little smile. You’ll probably have to pull his arm around your shoulder since he’s too shy to do it himself.

- By the end of the night he kind of expects you not to want to see him again. He thinks he��s totally fucked up his chances but then you kiss him on your porch and tell him to meet you at the school doors in the morning. He can’t believe his luck, he’s smiling and jumping around all the way home.

- When you first start dating he tries to impress you a lot. You have to reassure him that you like him just the way he is.

- Allison thinks you two are cute and jokingly says you should thank her for finding you a boyfriend. She’ll still brag that’s shes the one who got the jock.

- Brian is a little too shy for Pda but he’ll hold your hand or wrap an arm around you occasionally. You’ll have to kiss him if you want one.

- He does calm down around you, you’re actually able to get him to goof off and be himself without being embarrassed.

- Study dates. He never minds helping you with your homework.

- When the two of you are cuddling he likes having you as close to him as possible.

- Dancing together.

- Every week you get together and watch movies, comedies are his favorite. He has a collection and he insists that you watch all of them with him at least once.

- He’s the pouty kind of jealous. He just mopes around and feels bad whenever he thinks you’re interested in someone or someone’s interested in you.

- Obviously he can be pretty insecure at times. He can’t believe you would go for a nerd like him in the first place and actually stick around after getting to know him.

- You guys probably smoked together at some point. God knows he needs a little something to help him relax.

- You help him loosen up and teach him that it isn’t the end of the world if he has a little fun. What his parents don’t know can’t hurt him, right?

- He compliments you a lot. He just wants you to know how great you are.

- Cute bashful smiles.

- You probably join some of the clubs he’s in to try and spend more time with him.

- Borrowing his jackets and sweaters. They’re all really soft and smell like him, he thinks it’s cute that you like to wear them.

- Double dates with Allison and Andrew.

- You occasionally talk with Carl the janitor because of him. The two of them are friends so by default you form a sort of friendship with the man as well.

- Sometimes he’ll quote old plays to you, he’s a fan of Molière.

- Hes not good with sarcasm. Be kind to him for he is a mere child, full of innocence and naivety.

- Going to rallies with him, he’s very passionate about the state of his country.

- Helping him get a proper fake ID...so he can vote.

- Pulling him in by his scarf for a kiss.

- He doesn’t like conflict and will actively try to stop you or his friends from arguing/fighting.

- He’s tried to cook you dinner and it’s either gone really well or really badly. He is confident in his spaghetti making skills, everything else is murky water.

- He’s usually pretty hesitant and anxious so he’ll ask you a lot of questions about what you’re doing or for your opinion on things.

- Standing up for him against bullies. You can practically we him melt whenever you do.

- The people in your school are kind of assholes and have definitely asked you why you’re dating him. Some even go as far as to say that you should date someone more popular or “in your league”. You tend to not tell Brian because you know it won’t do anything besides upset him.

- Although he has found out about it and surprised you with the question of whether you’d leave him for someone “better than him”.

- Sometimes you’ll just have to reassure him that you love him. Everybody needs a little reminder, especially when things get tough.

- Arguments hardly ever happen between the two of you. You rarely get mad at each other in general.

- You say ‘I love you’ first. He’s glad because he’d definitely be too nervous to say it before you.

- Allison threatens to beat his ass if he hurts you. He’s kind of afraid of her.

- Dates are going to movies, the arcade, and diners/fast food places; just fun things that you can do without blowing all your allowance/paycheck.

- Brian kind of has no backbone and is easy to manipulate. All you really have to do is compliment him and he’ll do whatever you ask. Be nice to him, he trusts you.

- You explain that he doesn’t need perfect grades to be considered a valuable human.

- Always knowing how to cheer him up and make him smile.

- You’re both just really supportive of each other.

- Unless you’re in the physics club or a straight A student His parents probably don’t like you because you distract him from his studies and seem like “a bad influence”.

- Depending on how confrontational you are, you’ve probably stood up to his parents before and they’ve banned him from seeing you. He’s afraid to defy his parents but they get rid of the ban after his grades drop and he’s miserable all the time.

- When he’s finally allowed to see you again he kisses you really hard and hugs you tightly. He almost seems scared to let go of you. His parents tolerate you after that but there’s still a bit of tension; it’s a love hate relationship.

- He can be pretty cheesy sometimes because half of his romance tactics are from movies and word of mouth by Andrew or Bender.

- At some point he’s asked Allison; she takes pity on him and genuinely tells him to just be himself because you love him for him. She surprisingly never tells you about this conversation.

- You find out from Brian later on and thank her. She just rolls her eyes and says the boy is hopelessly in love with you. You smile and say you feel the same about him while she pretends to gag.

- He loses his virginity to you at some point.

- He definitely wants to marry you in the future, get a good job, maybe have some kids and a cat or something. He just knows he wants you and whatever comes with loving you.

#brian johnson imagine #brian johnson headcanons #brian johnson headcanon #80s movie imagine #80s imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movies #80s imagines #80s movie #80s movie imagines #breakfast club x reader #breakfast club headcanons #breakfast club imagine #breakfast club headcanon #the breakfast club

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wonder-womans-ex · 4 years

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Curtain Call

Act One, Scene Eight

“I’m home!” Sirius calls, unlocking the door.

It takes a few seconds, but then, “In here!” comes James’s voice from the living room.

(‘Living room’ is probably a bit of a stretch, really, because ‘living room’ implies that there are also other rooms, and the fact of the matter is that they have two bedrooms and then a kitchen with a couch and a TV in one half and a table in the other.) (James is, evidently, in the designated couch half of the kitchen.) (Sirius had originally suggested calling it the ‘lounge,’ and it is a sad sign of how determined James is to grow up at least partially that this suggestion did not become a reality.)

Bending down to unlace his combat boots, he shrugs his backpack off and leaves it there on top of James’s checkered Vans and a pair of black sneakers he doesn’t recognize but probably belongs to him.

He walks past the fridge, glances at the schedule held up by the J and S magnets they got from Peter when they moved into the apartment, and makes a mental note that he has his first rehearsal for Oliver tonight.

“What’cha watching?” he begins, noticing the flicker of the TV screen, and then stops dead.

There are a few moments of silence before Sirius grabs one of Elvendork’s catnip mice off the floor and chucks it at his younger brother. “You fucker!”

Regulus sits up from where his head had previously been resting on James’s lap. “Hello to you, too, Sirius.”

“You came to visit! And you didn’t tell me!”

“In my defense, I didn’t even know I was coming until, like, ten this morning. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision.”

“Hey, they didn’t tell me, either. Just showed up at the door an hour or two ago, knocking like their life depended on it. I thought it was the police coming to tell me you’d been arrested. Or found dead in a ditch.”

“Shut up, James,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. “Of course they didn’t tell you—I’m his brother.”

“Well, I’m the love of his life.”

Regulus buries their face in James’s shoulder. “Why did I tell you that?” he groans, and Sirius glances between the two of them, blinking.

“Wait. Are you two—”

“No,” they say in unison, which clears up absolutely nothing.

“...I think I’m missing something.”

“You’re definitely missing something.”

(Yes, but what?)

He watches nervously as a significant look passes between them. It’s a conversation, really, but instead of words everything is communicated with eyebrow raises (mostly Regulus) and exaggerated winks (all James).

Finally, Regulus lets out a huff of breath. “All right,” they say. “Fine!”

James protests when Regulus climbs off the couch—not at the climbing off the couch part, but because he takes the blanket with him. The two stick their tongues out at each other, and Sirius feels his heart swell. He loves them both so fucking much, and he’s never been so glad that Reg managed to get out of that house, too. He’s not sure what he’d do without his little brother.

The walk in silence towards Sirius’s bedroom, and Regulus immediately jumps onto the bed once the door is opened. They bounce slightly when their body hits the springy mattress, and they flop over onto their back to stare at the ceiling.

“I came out to James,” he says, not bothering with pleasantries or preamble. Regulus never has been one for that—straight and to the point is the only way they really know how to do anything.

“You dated James.” Tact, Sirius, he reprimands himself immediately inside his head. Just because your brother is a conversation heathen you don’t necessarily have to stoop to their levels.

“Yes, I know I dated James. But… I’m not gay.”

“Okay.” Sirius pauses, waiting to see if Regulus is going to elaborate further. They don’t, so he prompts, “Do you know what you are?”

“Yeah.”

(So they’re doing this the hard way, are they? All right—Sirius can work with that.)

“I’m not gay,” Regulus says again. “I’m not pan or bi or any of those things. I’m… I’m asexual. And aromantic.”

Sirius blinks. He takes this in. He nods.

He says something that, in fifteen years, he will look back on and want to dunk his head in very cold water for. “But… James.”

“James.” Regulus nods, sighing heavily. “James is different. I don’t know how to explain it—I don’t love him anymore. But… I did. I used to. And I haven’t felt like that about anyone else, well, ever. Yeah.”

Before Sirius can say anything, Regulus starts talking again. “It’s like—what was it you used to say? In high school? ‘Having a crush on James Potter doesn’t make you gay. It makes you human.’ I loved James, but that doesn’t make me allo. Make sense?”

“Yeah. Wait, actually, one thing—so, James is the only person you’re ever loved? Romantically?”

“Uh huh.”

“And you told him this?”

Regulus brings his hands up, covering his face. “I know. It was a mistake, okay? I should have known it would only inflate his ego even more. I feel like an idiot.”

“Yeah, because you are an idiot.” Sirius reaches over, swatting them on the shoulder. “But at least you’re not as big of an idiot as the guy who knowingly and willingly flirted with his ex today.”

“What?!”

“Mm hmm. But that’s a story for another time.” Smirking, Sirius glances over his shoulder before beginning to walk backwards out of the room.

“You fucker!”

Reg chases him all the (admittedly very short) way back to where James is sprawled on the couch, clearly making good use of his friends’ absence. Finally, Sirius can see what’s playing on the TV—it’s Ocean’s Eleven, and it’s already at least a good half hour in. He and Regulus look at each other, identical smirks etched onto their faces. Together, they jump, and James yelps.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Regulus tells him jokingly, and there comes a muffled groan from where James’s face is smashed into the pillows.

Sirius makes sure that James can actually breathe before he starts to make himself comfortable. He’s perched on the small of James’s back; Regulus is settled in the gap between James’s feet.

“Is this really,” James laments, “how you want to treat your best friend?”

“Yes,” Sirius says, and smothers a laugh.

“And you, Reggie—have you no respect for the love of your life?”

Regulus pretends to think for a moment, then, “No,” they say.

The muscles in James’s back tense suddenly, but Sirius doesn’t think much of it. He should, really, because barely an instant later, James heaves himself over, tipping both Black brothers onto the floor.

“Ouch,” Sirius says, pouting. “My ass hurts.”

Regulus has an unbelievably shit-eating grin on their face. “Loser.”

“I thought you were on my side!”

“I’m on no one’s side but my own.”

This is a mistake, and Regulus knows it. His eyes widen when James and Sirius look at each other, nodding, and lunge forward. There is only one weakness to Regulus Arcturus Black, and the two of them know it better than anyone else in the world.

Because Regulus may be coolly confident with a sharp sense of humour, but they are also extremely ticklish. Their shrieks and laughs are interrupted by the occasional ‘No!’ or ‘Mercy!,’ but it does nothing to quench Sirius and James’s combined ruthlessness. They are unstoppable, and Regulus can do nothing to beat them.

George Clooney is shouting about something onscreen, but the three young men tussling pay him no mind. The movie plays on, forgotten, and Sirius lets himself forget—just for a moment—that Remus or heartbreak or that fucking writing class exist at all.

***

“So,” James says through a mouthful of chow mein, “How was the class?”

“It was good.”

Regulus raises an eyebrow. “‘Good?’ You sound like a kid coming home from school to overly inquisitive parents.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’d know all about that.”

“Fuck off, they didn’t talk to you, either.”’

“Touché.”

“Go on, Sirius,” James breaks in. “How was it?”

“It was better than last week, at least. Worse, too, I guess, but then it was better.”

“...Elaborate.”

He’s glad for the excuse to. He needs to talk to someone, and therapy’s an obvious no because he doesn’t have the money and also he has a bad track record of scaring therapists away on the first session, so James and Regulus are kind of the only options. (He’s not kidding anyone. He’s been dying to tell the two of them, specifically, for like forever, but Regulus hasn’t visited in ages.) “Well, I found out why Remus broke up with me. And then I met up with his friends at Frankie’s, and apparently they’re my friends now, too, which is cool, because at the moment my only friends are, well, you guys. Oh, and I helped set Marlene up with a girl.”

There is a pause as both Regulus and James look at him, taking in this information. “Okay,” James says. “Do I want you to tell me more?”

Sirius pokes at his rice with one chopstick. “I dunno.”

“I—um—you mentioned you made some new friends?” continues James. Regulus stifles a laugh, and Sirius has to admit that the phrase ‘make some new friends’ sounds more fitting for a conversation with a grade three than a university student. “What are they like?”

“Well, there’s Dorcas—the one who’s into Marlene—and she’s, like, the most extroverted extrovert to ever extrovert. Then there’s Frank, who doesn’t talk much, and Mary, who talks even less, but Mary’s got dyed hair so she’s all right, I guess. Alice is pretty cool, too, and then there’s Lily, who’s pretty but terrifying. Oh, and Fabian, who seems to be allergic to not being a nice person, and Caradoc, who I’m almost positive is related to Angelia Jolie because his cheekbones are just that sharp. And Remus, of course, but I’m sure I’ve told you guys enough about him to last a lifetime.”

When he’s met by only silence, he scrambles for something to say. “They all strike me as the kind of people who would wear ‘gay rights’ t-shirts unironically, which is sort of my only prerequisite when it comes to friendship. Our resident emo not included, of course, because I would never want to force them into anything that isn’t some sort of My Chemical Romance merchandise.”

Regulus looks down at the shirt he’s currently wearing—it’s got the American Beauty/American Psycho album cover on the front—and then back up at Sirius. “Actually, this is Fall Out Boy.”

“Same difference.”

“How dare you.”

Laughing, James spears another piece of broccoli and gestures with it between the two of them. “Reg, you can’t exactly blame him for his ignorance around your obsolete music tastes.”

“Says the guy who listens to the fucking Monkees—”

“Fuck off! The Monkees were an icon; a legend—”

“The Monkees are trash.”

“You’re trash!”

“Whoa, there,” Sirius breaks in. “I dodged a bullet when my only two friends in the world had a friendly breakup instead of an unfriendly one, and the last thing I want is to find out that that bullet is actually a boomerang.”

Regulus groans. “Okay, first of all, we’ve always spent like fifty percent of our time arguing about music, even while we were dating—which you’d know if you hadn’t started avoiding the two of us like the plague the instant we got together.”

“Shots fired,” James says under his breath, but he’s immediately silenced by a glare from Regulus.

“Secondly—and more importantly—if you ever make another analogy remotely like that one, I will hurt you. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” Sirius assures them, but he’s struggling to hold back laughter.

There’s a pause, and then Regulus crosses his arms, pouting. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re laughing.”

“Because you’re funny.”

“I’m not funny!”

“You’re cute.”

“I am not cute!”

“Yes, you are!”

Regulus turns on James once more. “James, am I cute?” Clearly, they think better of this, because they quickly add, “Wait, no, don’t answer that.”

“See, you’re cute! And you know it!”

“I give up!”

Sirius sits back in his chair. “You’ve lost, Reg. Admit it. And then get me a fortune cookie.”

“All right. Fine. I’ve lost. But I hope your fortune cookie tells you you’re going to get struck by lightning tomorrow.”

“Sweet; maybe I’ll get cool powers.”

“It doesn’t work like that, moron.”

“Whatever you say.”

For a moment, he thinks he’ll have to get the fortune cookies himself, because Reg isn’t going to, but then his little brother stands up and reaches into the brown paper bag on the counter. “Here,” they say, tossing the cookie at Sirius’s head.

“Hey!”

James gets a cookie, too, but his is placed on the table in front of him, not at all a threat to his health, well-being, and quite possibly his life. Sirius points this out, labeling it ‘favouritism,’ but Regulus only takes a bite of his cookie and calls him dramatic.

“You first,” James says, nodding at Regulus, causing Sirius to gasp in betrayal. The other two pay him no mind, however, and Regulus clears his throat.

“You will,” they say, “come into fair fortune or good will in the near future.”

Almost immediately, James starts clapping. It’s tradition—after a fortune cookie reading comes the raucous applause. For them, it’s half the fun of ordering Chinese food.

“All right, my turn.” James squints at the slip of paper in his hands. He holds it up to the light, and then, “Something will happen soon that will change how you look at the world.”

This time, Sirius and Regulus know to wait before they applaud. James always adds something funny after his fortunes, and they’re curious to see what it is he’ll come up with this time.

“What,” he says, after a brief moment of thought, “will my glasses prescription change or something?”

Sirius looks at Regulus, and they both laugh as they clap. It’s cheesy, entirely too predictable, and basically the most James thing possible. Neither of them knows what really caused them to want to befriend James all those years ago in—oh fuck, it was grade four, wasn’t it?—but it sure as hell wasn’t his sense of humour.

“Sirius?” It’s said like a question, and Sirius is quick to answer. “On it, Reg,” he says, and breaks his cookie in half with both hands. (Well, he says ‘half;’ it’s really more like a quarter and then the other three.)

He reads out his lucky numbers first, without even looking at the fortune itself—that’s his tradition; he’s the only one of the three of them who does it. “Three, thirteen, seventeen, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, forty.”

“Isn’t that, like, the fifth time in a row you’ve gotten thirteen?” Regulus says. “That’s gotta mean something.”

“Shut up,” Sirius tells them, and finally he lets his eyes find the tiny lettering that is his fortune.

Without letting himself hear the words in his head first, he reads them out loud. “You have forgiven easily in the past; it is time to do so again.”

There’s a silence. What is this? It’s not a fortune; it’s a statement. Advice, maybe, but even that’s stretching it a little.

“Well.” James says, and claps, Regulus following quickly after, but Sirius can tell it’s strained. They’re all obviously thinking about the same thing—Remus.

Somewhere in his head, he knows that this doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It’s a fortune cookie, after all—what does it know? But… maybe it does mean something. He’s not sure which he’s hoping for.

Seemingly just for something to say, James asks, “Don’t you have rehearsal tonight?”

Sirius is, in a way, glad for the excuse to stand up. “Yeah,” he says, “at seven-thirty—which is twenty minutes from now—so I should probably get going.”

“Probably,” agrees Regulus, as they begin to clear the table. “Need a ride?”

“Nah, I can take the bus,” Sirius begins, and then stops. “Wait, why are you offering? You don’t have a car.”

“Um—”

“Reg, is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“...Maybe?”

“You have a car?”

“I mean, technically it’s a rental, so no, but—”

“Whatever.” Sirius doesn’t need to hear any more. “Yes, please, take me to rehearsal.”

James makes a noise of protest. “What, and leave me here alone?”

“Yes, James; you can survive on your own. You’re an adult.”

“I don’t feel like one.”

“Or act like one,” Sirius adds under his breath, which earns him a definitive not helping look from Regulus.

“You’ll be fine as long as you don’t burn the house down. Goodbye.”

Sirius grabs his script and his blue hoodie with the picture of a rubber duck on it from his bedroom, and when he walks back through the kitchen to the front door, Regulus looks him up and down once and hands him his backpack.

The only sound that accompanies their walk down the hall and subsequent elevator ride is the faint jingling of the key ring in Regulus’s hand. It’s not until they’re in the car and pulling out of the parking lot that Regulus says, “And you’re all right with this?”

“All right with what?”

“Me being… you know.”

“A total asshole? No. Aroace? Yeah, of course. I’m your brother. I’m here for you, Reg.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

(Sirius ignores the ‘I guess.’) “Is James cool about it? Because if he isn’t, I’ll kick his ass.”

“No, he’s fine. He’s great. He made a couple jokes about himself having raised my expectations so much I could never be with anyone else, but that’s just James.”

“That’s just James,” Sirius repeats. “And you know that you can always talk to me, right? If anyone tries to mess with your head?”

“Yeah. Now, enough about me. Let’s talk about the guy who ‘knowingly and willingly flirted with his ex’ earlier.”

Damn. He’s hoped Regulus had forgotten about that.

For a moment, Sirius is trapped between the want to stubbornly refuse and the need to actually talk about his feelings. He settles on the latter, but not until they’re close enough to the rec centre where rehearsals are held that he knows he can hop out of the car and walk the rest of the way if need be. “He’s just… he’s everything, you know?

“And I know that he doesn’t want to get back together, and I know that we really shouldn’t even if he did. But he’s Remus. And I’m constantly flip-flopping back and forth between wanting to be his friend because we’ll never be anything more than that, and…”

“And what?”

“Being so in love with him it hurts.”

Regulus glances away from the road ahead for a split second, eyes flickering over Sirius's face, their expression unreadable. “Sounds like a you problem,” they say finally.

“Reg?”

“Yeah?”

“Not helping.”

“Sorry.”

“I just—my eyes basically turn to hearts whenever I look at him, but it also hurts, you know? Because he broke up with me, obviously, but also because today I found out that the reason he broke up with me was that he kissed someone else, so obviously that’s kind of shitty, and I don’t know how to feel about any of this because he’s basically the nicest person in the world, and can one mistake really change who a person is? But he also hasn’t tried to make up or anything, and we’re apparently pretending we’ve never met, and did I mention he’s got a fucking tattoo of the Sirius constellation that he never told me about, and… this is my stop.”

Regulus pulls over, wincing a little as the tire grates against the curb, and then turns to meet Sirius’s gaze. “So, it sounds like you’re not in a great place right now,” he says. “And I get that. You know this goes both ways, right? You can always talk to me, too.”

“I know. Love you.” He grabs his backpack, making sure it’s got everything he needs in it—phone, script, highlighter and pencil for notes and directions, bottle of red Gatorade—and closes the door.

The window rolls down slightly, and Sirius watches his own reflection disappear with it and be replaced by his brother’s faint smile. “Love you, too,” Regulus says, and then he is gone.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #james potter #regulus black #cw food #james and sirius are bros #he/they regulus black #regulus black is an emo I don't make the rules #university au #muggle au #post-breakup #actor!sirius #I don't know how I feel about this chapter

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beronicahugs · 4 years

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Not my Jacket (s.p) - Part I (rescripted)

Hello! Since it’s been 3 years since I began to write this series, and I completed it on sort of a bad note I figured I would rewrite it and make it a little more detailed..

If you want to see the ‘old’ series, you can find it on my masterlist.

Let me know if you guys want me to continue rewriting this series :-)

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word count; 1.6k

It was a Friday, as many students around southside high jumbled through the hallways. Although cloudy many people were excited to get their weekends started. Whether it involved drug running from one gang to the northside (which was a typical ghoulie Saturday night) or the serpents gathering in their favourite bar, everyone in southside high could agree they were in much need of a weekend. Student were just pooling out their classes, most shoving anything into their locker.

An unfamiliar figure, red hair sticking out from the sea of dark colours in the hallway, ran into the front door of the building. Both ghoulies and Serpents alike looked at the strange boy, some members already sizing up for a fight.

“Archie? What the hell are you doing here?” A dark-haired boy spoke. This was Jughead, a recent serpent by blood, being a new student at southside high not wanting to drag much attention to himself. But here he was talking with a candle in a dark room.

“It’s Mayor McCoy. She’s rounding up all the serpents! You have to come back with m-“ Before Archie could speak, a new member to their conversion came over, pushing him back slightly. He was at least half a foot taller than Archie, and about four times as intimidating. This was Sweet Pea, and while many people liked to joke that he wouldn’t hurt a fly, no one would say that to his face.

“What are you doing here? This isn’t the northside, did you get lost on your way to the football game?”

Archie glared at him, before turning his attention back to Jughead, “Look”, he spoke, “Mayor McCoy is on her way over here right now and she’s sen-“

However before he could finish she walked in herself. Along with at least a dozen police officers.

They were handcuffing students left and right, and they were all serpents. No ghoulies touched at all. Sweet pea watched in horror as they first got Fangs, then Toni and many more serpents he was friendly with. Sweet Pea started to panic, he was not wearing his jacket.

“Fuck.. Fuck where’s Y/n?”

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You were laughing at something Sweet pea had said. Your fingers were laced with his as soon as you had gotten off his bike. Every morning, rain or shine he would show up at your house and give you a ride. Much to the dismay of your parents. Despite all these circumstances though, you were not together. There was flirting, hand holding, and movie dates, but it was never ‘official’. Sweet pea had wanted to ask you out for the longest time, however since you weren’t a serpent not many people would agree with the relationship. He did have thoughts at night if it would be better if he didn’t acknowledge you. It had already caused problems with the ghoulies in 9th grade, and If he could help it he wished that no one could harm you.

It was a cold October morning while you walked through the parking lot. You had forgotten to bring a sweater that day, your hand removing from Sweet Peas as you rubbed your hands up and down your arms.

“Cold?” Sweet Pea asked. He was already in the process of taking his jacket off as you shook you head.

“No, Pea I’m fine I- “

“Just borrow it until lunch. I think you have English first and that class always has the windows open.”

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“Who’s Y/N?” Archie spoke, a bit dumbfounded that Sweet Pea could remember any girl’s name.

It was like slow motion for all three boys stood by the lockers. Being dragged out of her favourite class, Chemistry. The look on her face was etched with confusion, worry, and slight anger. She was struggling against the too very tall officers (albeit not taller than Sweet Pea). Both officers sported similar looks of pride, as if to say, look at us we caught the bad guy. But that was exactly the problem as they pulled you down the hallway, you weren’t.

Her eyes met with Sweet Peas first, slight tears forming. And then her eyes snapped over to the red-headed northsider with a glare. There were silver handcuffs digging into her wrists as they pushed opened the front doors roughly before taking off in a police car.

“Fuck!”

Sweet Pea hit his fist into the lock, leaving a large dent in it. His hand then went directly to his hair, tugging and trying to figure out what the hell to do now. Before Archie had a moment to say anything, Sweet Pea whipped around grabbing his collar.

“You did this! You asshole!” Sweet Pea heaved, “She’s now in prison because you called mayor psycho”

Archie shook his head, and pushed Sweet Pea back, “I didn’t do that. I came to warn you. And why are you so worried about her? I’m sure you’ll find another southside girl”

Sweet Pea’s fist collided with Archies jaw, before he fumed off, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get you out. And how he was going to explain to FP he gave a non-serpent his jacket.

After cooling off, Sweet Pea decided he would join Jughead to go see Tall Boy. They needed a plan to get the other serpents out of the Riverdale sheriffs jail. Jughead had agreed for Sweet Pea to come even though he wasn’t a fan of him, he was a fan of Y/n. She had the northsider smile and grades but occasionally the force and anger of a Southsider. He often wondered why she even went to southside high.

The two boys stepped into the Wyrm, before narrowing down on the man with the beard in the corner. “So Tall Boy, Jughead spoke, “what are we going to do?”

The older man grumbled, taking a sip of his beer. “We wait, they won’t stay in there longer for a week”

“A week? A week?!” Sweet Peas voice raising.

“What’s your problem boy?” Tall Boy narrowed his eyes. “you aren’t in there”

Jughead cleared his throat, putting his hand on Sweet Peas shoulder to pull him back. “His girl- uh friend is in there, he’s just a bit concerned”

“So..” Tall Boy raised his eyebrows, “she’s a serpent, she’ll be able to fight if needed”

“No, Jughead shook his head, “She was just wearing Swe-“

Sweet Pea elbowed him in the ribs before he was able to finish his sentence. If Tall Boy, or any other serpent for that matter knew that he had lent his jacket he would be in shit.

“It’s Fine”, Jughead shrugged, “She’ll get out”

One week for Sweet Pea without you has hell. The ghoulies were consistently stepping on serpent territory now, so he couldn’t even go to the Wrym to cool off. Plus he didn’t even like school, it’s not like there was anyone he really talked to besides Fangs, Toni and you. He was only starting to talk with Jughead, but since you had been taken off he gave Jughead the cold shoulder every time he tried to talk to him.

During this week, the ghoulies had decided to make a bet with the serpents. A car race for southside territory. Luckily Toni had gotten back a few days okay, shrugging at Sweet Pea when he asked if she know if you were out yet.

After the cars took off, Sweet Pea looked at his nails and began picking at them. It was a nervous habit his mother had always told him to get a new habit. That only led to him having a bit of a breakdown in freshman year with smoking, and he had only quit because every time he would smoke you would ignore him for the day.

A small tap on his shoulder made him turn his head fast, annoyed at whoever was interrupting his mundane activities.

His eyes light up. Y/n stood in front of him, his jacket held in her arms as she handed it out to him. Her eyes were happy like Sweet Pea’s, except with large eye bags that had just started to form.

‘Y/n?” he whispered.

“Yeah Sweet Pea…It’s me”

“Didn’t get any stick and poke tattoos in jail did you?”, He raised an eyebrow jokingly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, She grinned “But I can barely get my flu shot each year”.

Sweet Pea laughed, going back to face the gravel path Jughead, Archie and the Ghoulies had just raced down a few minutes ago. The girl stood next to him, eyes solidified to the ground as she asked her question: “What does it take to be a Serpent?”

Sweet Pea looked back at the girl and frowned, “Why? You don’t want to be one do you?”

She laughed nervously but smiled large enough that Sweet Pea couldn’t tell. “No..No! Just well I was ‘in the slammer’ she said with quotes, “I just noticed there was a lot of serpents. And they seem to stick up for each other”

Sweet Pea gave a small smile back, mumbling a “Good” before going through all the processes of what going through initiation was, including multiple hazing ‘obstacles’. As the boy explained this to her, she kept repeating in her head you’re going to be fine, you’re going to be fine.

What Sweet Pea didn’t know, and what she hoped he’d never find out is how she got out. Thanks to a certain serpent named Penny Peabody with quick wit and horrifying deals: She had to become a Serpent within a month, or her and her family would be forced to move out of Riverdale.

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worksofthedaemon · 4 years

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Salt & Lime

Reno x Reader mini-fic

It was supposed to be a drabble.... and now it’s not, sorry *Shrugs* So I don’t know if I’m 100% happy, BUT I had a whole lotta fun writing this. I was chatting in a FFVII fandom group chat about the Turk’s drinks of choice, and most of us were in agreement that Reno is a fan of tequila. And I guess thats where this came from! Theres also a healthy dose of canon Rude crushing on Tifa ok sorry

I hope you enjoy uwu

In the growing late Friday evening, a pleasant buzz filled the air in Seventh Heaven. Tifa was hard at work behind the bar; serving the regular punters, managing the riff-raff, brandishing gloved fists at the troublemakers, and barely a moment to polish glassware in between.

Rude looked silently on from his seat at the end of the bar, giving him a clear view of the door, so he could monitor those coming and going, with a pleasant bonus of the dark haired girl behind the bar. The latter of which he was too proud to admit. Reno, however, saw right through his facade - and boy did he like to tease his partner. The second-in-command Turk sat adjacent to Rude, back to the door, leaning heavily on one elbow propped up on the bar. Shirt uneven and mostly unbuttoned, a stark contrast to Rude’s sharp appearance, who even after hours, maintained a straight tie and regularly checked his cuff-links.

Reno poorly hid his smirk behind his beer as he took a gulp from the bottle. He followed Rude’s gaze, masked by the shades he wore, as Tifa collected the empties on the bar and walked away with a customer service smile. Reno cleared his throat, and Rude snapped back to attention, averting his now chagrined expression away from his partner, catching a nervous cough in his gloved hand.

Chuckling, Reno reached out to harmlessly jab his partners shoulder. “Yo, ease up. Your secret’s safe with me. Although…” Reno trailed off, glancing at Tifa, now serving the other patrons. “It won’t be much of a secret anymore if you keep being so goddamn obvious.”

Rude refused to meet his partner’s eyes. “Don’t be absurd. I have nothi-”,

“You gotta make a move sooner or later though. This tension is killing me, man.” Reno pretended not to hear, as he continued to lecture Rude about his crush. “Just call her over and ask her out - I’ll do it for you! Hey, Tif! Rude wants to-”

Rude immediately clapped a hand over Reno’s mouth before he could do any more damage, however, Tifa had already heard her name amidst the commotion and had turned her attention to the two of them, a perplexed look on her face.

“Did you guys need something?” She asked, hands on her hips.

Rude dropped his hand from the other Turk’s mouth, revealing the annoying grin hidden there, and cleared his throat. “My apologies.”

Before she could turn away, Reno said, “My partner here was just going to order another round, and offer you a drink. Ain’t that right, Rude?”

Rude sighed, pulling his card from his breast pocket and placed it on the bar before Tifa. “That’s correct.”

Tifa paused, glancing between the two of them, before shrugging and collecting the card. “Why the hell not? Another single malt on the rocks and a house beer, coming right up.”, she declared, waltzing away. Basking in the awkward exchange he had caused, Reno drained the last drops of his beer and spun the bottle on the bar top. Rude looked like he was going to chide him, but instead he diverted his attention with a sidelong glance at the door. It was his turn to smirk.

“Time to practise what you preach.”

Puzzled, Reno glanced over his shoulder to see who had entered the bar.

You strolled into Seventh Heaven, looking forward to that glass of wine that had been on your mind since you left work. Working repairs and maintenance at the weapon store wasn’t exactly a strenuous job, but it was a tedious and mentally draining one. Especially since, recently, the number of monsters spotted in the outskirts of the slums had been increasing as of late. Naturally, that meant more work for you. Not to mention the newly nested drakes in the warehouses. Business was booming, your pockets were heavy from the bonus you received, but it sure was tiring, and more than warranted a trip to your local bar after a long week of being hunched over gun grease and blow torches.

Tifa met you with a bright smile and a wave as you approached, already reaching for the wine glasses hanging above to prepare your usual. You returned her smile, adding a two finger salute. It was then you registered the familiar shock of red hair from the corner of your eye. As usual, the same pair of Turks were seated at the far left side of the bar. They had been coming in for the past couple of months, though weren’t exactly sure why. Your best guess was that they weren’t under a watchful eye while down in the slums, no one to keep tabs on them while off duty. You were acquainted with them, occasionally chatted to them in passing when you ordered your drink. Well, chatted to the redhead at least. His partner was more akin to a chiselled statue than a man, and spoke as openly as one. Reno, on the other hand, over compensated for Rude’s lack of small talk. You had learned each of their names from Tifa, and Reno had coaxed your own from you after your third encounter at the bar. On the condition that he bought you a drink, of course. Typically, you didn’t like company, you preferred your own space, some time to clear your head after work. Nevertheless, you weren’t completely opposed to Reno’s efforts to socialise, and he was very easy on the eye.

Upon reaching the bar, you threw your phone down on top of it, shortly joined by the finger-less gloves you proceeded to tear from your hands. Tifa placed a glass of wine down in front of you, pursing her lips while she waited for you to take a sip. She never charged you for your drinks, since you did a lot of weapon repairs for them as a favour. You weren’t exactly a member of Avalanche, but you were friends with them, and did what you could to help out in a way you knew how without being directly involved. In return, Tifa waved your bar tab and hooked you up with a place at Stargazer Heights to stay.

You picked up the glass, closing your eyes for a moment and savoured the crisp, oaky aromas that rose from the glass contents. Bringing the glass to your lips and taking a generous mouthful, you swallowed slowly, nodding your approval.

“Wow, Tifa, I’m impressed! Where did you steal this?” You accused, jokingly.

Tifa clapped her hands together and laughed lightly. “It came from Wall Market!” She leaned forward slightly and cupped a hand over her mouth, adding with a whisper, “A crate of it fell from the Don’s cargo.”

You raised your eyebrows and gasped in exaggerated surprise. “Oh my, what a shame! Well, I suppose we’ll have to make the most of it, huh?”

From the opposite end of the bar, you caught sight of Reno, clearly listening in to your conversation. He was jabbing Rude in the ribs with an elbow and no doubt saying something cringe-worthy, as Rude’s reaction was to pinch the bridge of his nose,his lips forming a thin, disapproving frown.

“Has Rude made a move yet?” You chided, playfully.

Tifa ‘tsked’ and rolled her eyes. “No, just the usual pleasantries. Can’t say the same for him though. He’s up to no good...” She made no gesture but it was clear that the ‘him’ implied Reno.

You smiled, knowingly. Reno loved to get under his partner’s skin, listening to them converse for a mere five minutes was enough to discern that much. You had neglected to admit that you liked Reno and hadn’t mentioned it to a soul. He was a Turk, and that was a huge problem. As far as first impressions go, you were seemingly cold towards people, so it was easy enough to shrug him off at first. However, that did not deter Reno, and he persistently flirted with you. You had picked up on it around a month ago. Not that you minded, but you knew for a fact you couldn’t get involved with a Turk. Despite this, you certainly couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to some particularly daring places.

“Well, I’ll go take my regular spot.” You stated, mentally shoving your forbidden thoughts to a vault in your mind. Sweeping up your phone and gloves from the bar top as you turned to go, you paused, twisting back towards Tifa, swilling the wine in your glass and adding, “I’ll be back for more of this, it’s amazing.”

Tifa simply nodded with acknowledgement, and went back to serving the Turks. Turning, you caught Reno’s eye, who was giving you a once over. You weren’t dressed-up in the slightest. Although, rocking your work clothes, you supposed the combat pants and cropped shirt you wore gave him a decent view of your defined shape. You couldn’t hide the half smile that twitched at the corner of your lips before walking over to your usual seat.

Reno watched as you sauntered over to a seat at the round table near the window, your back to the jukebox. Absentmindedly, he rubbed the knuckle of his thumb over his bottom lip in contemplation.

Tifa had returned with their drinks, and she hesitated when placing the bottle down in front of Reno, regarding the red haired Turk seemingly deep in thought. She tilted her head, blinking down at him, then peered over at where you had gone to take a seat. Tifa swallowed a giggle as Reno brought his attention back down to earth.

“And just what exactly are you scheming?” Tifa examined him with a grin filled with scrutiny.

Rude stared into his glass, tipping it this way and that so the singular ice cube knocked around the inside of the tumbler. He shook his head. “Nothing good.”

As if to reinforce his statement, Reno fished out his card, and held it out for Tifa to take. “Keep hold of this. Say, Tifa, what’s your best tequila?”

Thunk. The dart missed the triple twenty zone by a thread, resulting instead with a measly twenty. Rolling your eyes, you plucked the darts from the board and chalked your score. Just gotta beat Wedge, you thought, readying your next throw. Behind you, the clinking of glass settling on the table behind you caused you to divert your focus, the dart slipping from your fingertips sooner than anticipated. You stared begrudgingly as it struck the centre of the ‘0’ in twenty.

Spinning on your heel, you registered the unexpected sight of Reno settling into a chair at your table, placing a bottle and two shot glasses upon it. The expression he wore was a smug one.

You met his eyes with a leer, holding his gaze for a moment. His implied offer was more appealing to you than you cared to admit. You debated just flat out refusing, but instead, tentatively returning your attention back to the dart board and raised your hand for another throw. Reno rested his chin on an upturned palm, glazing over your dismissive attitude at his unspoken proposition.

“Come on, just a few drinks. Indulge me.”

You sighed, heavily. “And what do I owe you if I do?” You threw a dart. Double eighteen.

The Turk innocently raised his hands. “Oh please, I’m not that kinda guy.”

You arched a brow.

Reno looked offended. “Don’t give me that look. I can be an asshole, but not that kind of asshole.” He gestured to the shot glasses with a curt head tilt.

You shot a quick glance at the bar, where Tifa stood watching the scene play out. Rude averted his gaze, pretending to straighten his tie. You stood for a moment, curling your lip. Decidedly, you stepped up to the dart board to retrieve the two darts, along with another set from the pocket next to the scoreboard, and returned to your table. Reno’s grin widened when you took a seat nearest to his. You placed the newly acquired set of darts down in front of him, and grabbed the bottle he had placed on the table.

“Tequila, huh.” You commented, skimming the label.

Reno lifted a dart with his index finger, balancing it on the tip. “To your liking, I hope?”

You shrug. “I’m partial to tequila.” You placed the bottle down. “Sure. I’ll drink with you. On one condition.”

The Turk raised his brow, interest piqued.

You flick the dart up from where it balanced on Reno’s finger and snatched it out of the air, brandishing the point at him. “Beat me at a game of darts, fewest throws to three-o-one. Then we’ll drink.”

Reno appeared to be calculating your offer. He poked at a shot glass. “Sure you don’t want a warm up drink?” You snorted. “And have you beat because your aim is off? Don’t shoot yourself in foot, hotshot.”

He threw his head back, “Ha! Take me for a light-weight? I can assure ya, you’ll be the one crawling to keep up once we get into this.” He shook the bottle for emphasis.

You shook your head, a confident grin on your face. “You should not underestimate me.”

“Oh trust me, I don’t.” Reno affirmed, rising from his seat, hand pushing away from the table.

Dart still in hand, you clasped your free hand over his and slammed the dart point first between the splayed fingers of Reno’s hand and into the weathered wood of the table. “Not so fast.” You picked up your wine glass, a few drops at the bottom, and held it out to him. “Go get me another wine first.”

Reno held your gaze as he took the wine glass from you, his hand lingering on yours for an extra breath. “Yes, ma’am.”

Waiting until the Turk left the table and got to the bar, you expelled a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. What am I doing?! A thought in your brain flared out as you went to reset the scores, wiping the board clean. You couldn’t deny the excitement you felt at the opportunity for a challenge, yet you also couldn’t help but wonder if you were stepping on dangerous ground. He’s a Turk! Your thoughts needle your conscience once more. You brushed your hair back from your face and inhaled a deep breath. “Let’s just have some fun for once.” You muttered under your breath.

Reno returned, full glass in hand, and a fresh bottle of beer for himself. He placed the drinks down, and collected the darts up off the table. “Ladies first.” he announced, gesturing with mock courtesy.

You stepped over to the jukebox, cranking the volume slightly as ‘Fight On’ began to play. You levelled Reno with an icy stare. “Game on, bitch.”

Six darts in and you were tied. Both your own and Reno’s scores sat at 240. His throws had followed yours to the millimetre, his unwavering concentration taking you by surprise. Two more throws could call the round, and despite the casual nature of the game, the competitive pressure had you on edge.

“Your throw, sweet heart.” Reno leaned against the jukebox, sipping his beer.

You stepped up to the hockey, lined up your throw, and shot; One.

Reno scoffed,“Yikes, playing it safe there. I thought you were going to go hard on me.”

You reached for your wine, taking a sip and meeting Reno’s nonchalant gaze over the brim. You hated how much you loved his cocky demeanour, but kept up your cool facade.

“All I need is that triple. You should be shaking in your boots, Turk.”

Much to your disappointment, he didn’t seemed phased as you lined up your next shot. You sucked in a sharp breath, held it. Sights on the triple twenty. In the split second you exhale and loose the dart, you glanced over in Reno’s direction to see if his poker face had faltered. Big mistake. He was staring directly at you, eyes hooded and lips slightly parted. The image of him relaxed there against the jukebox, wearing a deadly expression that caused your heart to lurch and your breath to hitch. Your eyes widened slightly at the placement of the dart in the board and you froze in disbelief. Double twenty.

Sauntering over to you with a swaggering gait, Reno leaned in close enough for you to feel the loose strands of his hair tickle your ear, whispering “Oops, my bad.”

Standing frozen with your back to him, you failed to note his conniving smile.

“You wanna take that last shot or are you going to forfeit to me?”

Visibly grimacing, you ignored his jape and took your last shot. Double ten. You retrieved your darts without a word. Reno finished up with two shots as you looked on in disdain, a triple nineteen followed by a double two, winning by one less dart. Not once did he drop his composure or appear nervous.

“You’re a dirty player, you know that?” You opined, though if challenged you weren’t really sure how to back up that statement.

Reno feigned shock. “I have no idea what you’re implying, but I won fair and square. Unless… you just really wanted that drink, so you let me win.”

“I would never let you win.” You snapped, and Reno raised a brow. You paused. “But I definitely deserve that tequila now.”

He seemed to comply with your statement. “Alright, alright, but let’s take this outside. I need a smoke, and you could probably use some air to cool off.”

You had to bite on your tongue in order to prevent a retort.

Outside, you were in fact thankful for the cool night air on your apparently hot skin. You leaned over the railing while Reno proceeded to light up a cigarette, inhaling a few puffs before setting it down in the ashtray. The smoke wasn’t completely unpleasant, as you caught a passive taste of the menthol that laced it.

Tifa kindly brought your drinks outside, and you both settled into the seats at the small table on the veranda.The redhead reached for the bottle but you snapped it up before he could lay a finger on it, and you inwardly berated yourself for being so fickle. The wine was really hitting you differently tonight. Sure, you were sassy, but this seemed to coat you with a few extra bristles - or maybe it was the circumstances in which you found yourself in, you couldn’t say.

You poured the shots and set the bottle down. You lifted your glass without so much as checking to see if Reno had picked up his, when suddenly he raised a finger to your lips.

“Nah-ah, you can’t just drink it, you’ve got to go all in.” He scolded, taking your shot from you and reaching to a condiment on the table, beside which was a lime wedge resting upon a black napkin.

You chuckled, grinning sheepishly. “Right, because I’m not salty enough?”

The smile Reno gave you in return this time was a light hearted one. “Alright, salt, shot, lime. Got it?”

Rolling your eyes, you said “Yeah yeah, I know the drill.”

Reno scooted his chair closer, holding the salt shaker. He brought his free hand up and licked the base of his thumb before tipping the salt on the slightly glistening skin.

Your stomach felt as if it did a small flip at the sight of this gesture, meaningless as it was, but it was enough to cause you to shudder with a feeling you didn’t want to give voice to. You did the same with your own hand, vaguely noticing the mirth slipping into Reno’s smile as he poured the salt onto your hand. Placing the shaker down and picking up your shots, you raised them between the two of you, pronouncing a simultaneous ‘cheers’.

In one fluid and unanticipated motion, Reno caught your hand, bringing it boldly to his lips and lapped the salt from your skin, a deviousness in his eyes as he winked at you and drained his shot. All you could do was gawp, so stunned by his audacity that you simply watched as he dipped his thumb in the salt on his own hand, and brought the same hand to cup your face, thumb poised on your lips.

Tentatively, you darted your tongue out, allowing it to caress his thumb and taste the sharpness of the salt. Reno’s stare locked onto the movement, and you grasped the opportunity to break his composure. You gently closed your lips around the tip of his thumb, and sucked the remaining salt off with a slight pop. The raw desire that pooled in Reno’s eyes in that moment was satisfying enough for you to warrant it as revenge, his hand dropping without him registering. You knocked back your own shot, enjoying the warmth of the alcohol as it spread through your chest from within.

You held out your hand with an upturned palm, a confident request falling from your tongue. “My lime, please.”

Reno’s piercing blue eyes seemed to penetrate your own, as his lips parted into a smile, revealing the lime wedge clenched between his teeth. Oh, fuck m- However, your intruding thoughts were thrown to the wind as you jumped from your seat, reaching for Reno’s jaw with your already outstretched hand and crashing your lips into his. The Turk tugged at the waistband of your pants to bring you closer, planting your free hand on his exposed chest to prevent you from falling into him, your tongue fighting with his as it withdrew the lime. The juice of the lime tangy and sweet, mixing with the scent of the lingering cigarette smoke, bittersweet and somehow sinful.

You parted from the kiss abruptly, nipping his lip a little before standing back and wiping the juice from your lips. Reno reached up with the napkin to remove the lime from his mouth, his smug grin dripping with mirth.

Now that your mind had a chance to catch up with what had just transpired, you felt an angry blush blooming on your cheeks. This gave Reno more satisfaction than you willingly wanted to give, though the growing desire in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed, and this ignited something else in you.

“Yo, no need to go shy on me now, y/n. Maybe you need another shot to take the edge off?” Reno suggested, leaning back in his seat, looking very pleased with himself.

“Oh shut the fuck up and kiss me asshole,” you asserted, roughly grabbing the colllar of his suit and forcing him up and out his chair, pressing him against the wall of Seventh Heaven. Not a single part of him resisted, his arms wrapping around you and pulling your body against his own, his left hand snaking up into your hair and the other grasping at the curve of your hip. Faster than you can comprehend, Reno had pushed off the wall and flipped you around so you were now pinned against it. The kisses were hot, angry and desperate, as you allowed the self restraint to slip away and submit to carnal desires.

Reno broke the kiss, momentarily satiated. He withdrew his hand from your hair and traced his finger along your jaw to stop under your chin, tilting your head up.

He shook his head a little in disbelief. “Well I gotta be honest, did not expect my night to turn out quite like this.”

“Likewise,” you huffed, then swiftly pushed Renos' body from yours. He stumbled a little, shooting you a questioning look.

“I want a rematch!” You demanded, shaking your fist and marching back into the bar.

#reno x reader #reno sinclair #the turks #ffvii #ffvii remake #ffvii reno #reno #final fantasy fanfiction

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starshine583 · 4 years

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Prompt 9: Arts and Crafts

@felixmonth

Felix pushed his pieces together with a heavy sigh. It was hard to work on one's section of a craft when the other campers were jumping around non-stop, each trying to overtake a different job that wasn't theirs. He'd assumed that making this pinata for the competition would settle everyone down, but it only seemed to rile everyone up with their own ideas.

Felix bit back a growl of annoyance when one of the campers stumbled into his table, causing his pieces to fly everywhere. Honestly, why did he even bother?

"I bet Dupont isn't this disorganized." Felix grumbled to himself as he stopped down to pick up the pieces.

He threw an idle glance in the enemy camp's direction, curious, and found something quite enviable.

Each of the enemy campers were diligently working in their own spaces, occasionally calling out their process. They were working quickly too, because their pinata was already halfway done.

What's more, Marinette was standing in the middle of it all, confidently throwing orders around. She checked on each camper's progress consistently and would help them fix errors where necessary. It was efficient and orderly, something his team desperately needed.

Felix set his pieces aside and checked over his shoulder for witnesses as he walked towards the Dupont team. A small break was all he needed, just to gather his thoughts.

"It's a spy!" Alya yelled from her post as he approached them.

Marinette laughed next to her, looking up from her work to see who was 'trespassing'. When their eyes met, her smile widened, and she moved to meet him halfway.

"Sorry, we're not selling our secrets to the enemy team today." She teased.

Felix gave a small smile. "Understandable, but I'm not here for secrets."

Marinette hummed, jokingly eyeing him with suspicion. "And what else would you be here for?"

Felix shrugged. "A moment of peace. Perhaps an offer of admiration."

Her eyes widened. "Admiration?"

Felix nodded and gestured to the pinata. "That's some pinata you've got there."

"I told you we weren't giving away secrets."

"And I told you I didn't want them." Felix countered.

Marinette giggled. "Well.. thank you for the compliment then."

Felix smirked. "You're wel-"

"Hey traitor!"

Felix and Marinette paused when Claude marched over to them.

The brunette put his hands on his hips and fixed Felix with a look. "Quit flirting with the enemy team and come help us!"

Felix and Marinette both reeled back at the accusation.

"Flir- what? I wasn't- this isn't flirting." He sputtered in a weak defense, his cheeks suddenly burning.

Allegra, who had walked over to see what they were doing, snorted. "Sure. Now come on, it's your turn to glue on the pieces."

Felix scoffed, but any further arguments were lost when Claude grabbed Felix’s arm to start tugging him back towards the Rosemary campers.

Felix chanced a glance back in Marinette’s direction, half-horrified and half-curious on what her thoughts were on the situation.

She merely stared at them, dumbfounded.

“Uh.. good luck on your pinata?” She then said after a moment. If he didn’t know any better, he might say that her cheek looked a tad flushed.

“Yeah..” He breathed, knowing no one had heard it.

Luck. That was definitely something he was going to need after that mortifying conversation.

#so this prompt is LATE #Felinette #Felix Culpa #Marinette #I didn't have time to finish chapter 16 of Le Paon so have this overdue prompt instead!#my bad guys #I'll get it done as fast as possible i swear

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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 5 years

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Jay Halstead x Reader Imagine

Description: Being Jay’s partner was the best thing that happened in your career. Being with Jay was the best thing in your life. But what happens when a case goes sideways?

Words: 8048

Warnings: Violence against Women, Major Whump

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Reader

The day you were brought upstairs from being a beat cop was one of the best days of your life. You’d helped out many times on Intelligence cases, had caught the eye of the key players in the team. Your partner, Kim Burgess, was excited for you, but you knew she wanted that spot when Erin left.

It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for you, and you wouldn’t turn it down just to try and be nice to Kim’s feelings. Plus, the night Voight had extended the opportunity to you, you and Kim had gone out to Molly’s, Kim had bought you a round, had excessively congratulated you with Adam by her side. He told you how excited he was to have you upstairs now, but he gave you a warning that night.

“Jay and Erin, they had a good thing going, and he’s taking her leaving pretty hard,” Adam explained. “So, don’t be surprised if you don’t get a warm welcome.”

“I’m not too worried,” you replied. “He’ll warm up to me pretty fast, considering how charming I can be.” That got a laugh out of the couple, nursing your beer. “Plus, he texted me, saying he was on his way.”

Adam gave you a funny look, but didn’t say anything. You could make the excuse that it was just Jay trying to get to know you, but you knew that was wrong. He’d figure it out soon enough. The three of you laughed about nothing, shared a few more shots, and had an overall great time until Jay showed up. You could tell he was there when a hand came to rest on your back, turning to look at him with a smile.

“Took you long enough, babe,” you said, letting him kiss you before turning back to your friends. Kim had a shit-eating grin, and Adam looked like he was a fish out of water.

It had been Jay’s idea to keep it on the down-low, with everything that happened with Erin. You couldn’t blame him. When Erin announced she’d be leaving, Voight had been the one to talk to Jay about bringing you up. He knew, though, about the rule of no in-house relationships, and had let Voight know what was going on between the two of you. At first, you though Jay was joking when he’d explained it to you, saying that Voight said it was fine as long as it didn’t interfere with your job. Maybe, it had meant that Voight knew you were both good cops, good enough to need to be on his team.

“I knew it!” Kim announced, turning to Adam with a look of triumph. “I knew it! You’ve just been in a good mood recently, more so than usual and…”

“And Jay and I have been together for almost two years, Kim,” you cut her off, her smile dropping with a look of confusion.

“How you been keeping this a secret, man?” Adam asked him as you snuck your hand up the hem of Jay’s shirt to rest on the skin of his waist. He gave you a coy smile before answering his friend.

“It wasn’t hard. You all thought Erin and I had a thing going on the side. You just had the wrong girl. Erin loves, Y/N,” he answered.

“That is true. And she was the only one outside of our families who knew, not counting Mouse, because he’s part of Jay’s family. Until Voight brought me upstairs,” you continued. “Though, I don’t know why he’s bending the rules for us, though.” Jay hadn’t been able to answer that question either.

“Again, how have you been keeping this huge secret for two years?” Adam said again, leaning across the table to push against Jay’s chest. He couldn’t help but laugh, stealing a drink from your beer.

“Its had its days where it’s harder, but we leave work at work, and leave our worries at the door, man,” Jay tried explaining. “Now, I have an idea.”

——-

It had been two weeks of being in Intelligence with Jay. You hadn’t gotten any good cases, mostly just helping out overall in the district and getting used to things. The two of you would walk in together and leave together, even if it meant one of you would be waiting a bit longer for the other. You would make each other coffee, throwing wadded up paper at each other, generally flirting. And nobody seemed to notice, and if they did, they didn’t say anything.

One morning in particular, you both had a long night, dueling hangovers. You were wearing his leather jacket and a pair of your own sunglasses. Jay was grumbling about you stealing his jacket, that you never thought to bring your own when it started getting cold out.

“At least your ears are warm with that beanie,” you reminded him, sitting down at your desk and propping your feet up. He just glared at you, rubbing his arms, trying to heat them up with friction.

“It’s not like you haven’t hogged the entire coat closet with jackets and coats, Y/N,” he countered, you throwing a pen at him.

“What, you crashed at his place last night?” Kevin asked, confused. That got a snort out of Adam. “You know something we don’t?” he then asked, turning to the other man. Adam threw his hands up defensively.

“They’ve been playing us for weeks,” Antonio finally chimed in, you letting your sunglasses fall down the bridge of your nose to look at him. “Talked to Gabby last night. Those two,” he continued, pointing between the two of you, “have started having a thing.” You couldn’t help but look at Jay and laugh, him giving you a smile in return. He leaned back in his chair, hands on his stomach.

“Close, but not quite, Antonio,” Jay corrected, looking over at Adam, getting a puzzled look from the Antonio.

“Yeah. Y/N is his half-sister,” Adam informed the team. You were so glad he was playing along.

“A Halstead sister? But her last name isn’t Halstead,” he said, seeming to be even more confused now. Tears were streaming down your face as you laughed, standing up.

“Definitely siblings,” you agreed, sitting down on Jay’s lap, your arm draped around his shoulders. Kevin looked grossed out when you sat on Jay’s lap, even more so when you kissed him.

“Jay and I have been dating for two years you guys,” you assured them. “Plus, I don’t think Will could keep up with a sister, let alone someone as insane as me.”

“We’ve got a case,” Voight interrupted, shooting the two of you dagger eyes. That was enough for you to get off Jay’s lap, making your way back to your own desk.

——-

“I don’t like this,” Jay told you as you got changed in the locker room, your back to him. You guys needed someone to go undercover in a strip joint, and unfortunately, you were the only woman on the team.

“I know you don’t, but Jay, these girls deserve justice,” you reminded him before motioning for him to toss you the shirt sitting on the bench. He did so, you pulling it on. “Plus, it’s not like you’re not going to be there,” you added, turning to face him.

You didn’t like the clothes one bit, the shirt too low cut, the skirt to high up on your thighs, and the heels were killing your feet already. But it was worth it if it meant you caught this son of a bitch.

“I look ridiculous,” you grumble, trying to pull the skirt down a little bit, but his hands caught your wrists, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You were jealous that he got to get dressed up in a suit, the light blue of the shirt complimenting his eyes. He had the top three buttons undone, getting a glimpse of well chiseled chest.

“You look fine,” he assured you. “Plus, I wouldn’t mind if you brought that outfit home after this.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, letting him kiss you before you began to apply your makeup.

The case was tough, so far four girls working out of a strip club found dead in the alley behind it just a few nights apart. It had been obvious that they’d been abducted from the club, killed at a secondary location, and then dumped. You hadn’t been able to catch whoever was doing it, not sure how he was getting away with it. It had been Al’s idea to send someone in, and obviously, that meant you.

“In your dreams, Halstead,” you told him, applying the lipstick thick. “Only if Detective Halstead finally shows up to.”

You’d been trying to convince him for months to do some roleplay, but he’d always found an excuse not to. You knew part of it was because of the agreement to leave work at work and all worries at the door, but you kept thinking it would be fun. Maybe this was the incentive to get him to agree, by playing stripper as well.

“I’ll consider it,” he agreed, biting the inside of his cheek as his eyes landed on your ass.

“You two ready to go?” Antonio said, popping his head inside the locker room. “Remember, you still got to follow strip club rules, Halstead. Even if your girl is dancing.” Jay jokingly groaned, but you knew there was some truth in it as the two of you walked with Antonio down to the back entrance.

“There’s a mic in the necklace,” Mouse told you, helping you put the necklace on. It was simple, not too flashy, but hung low enough to accent your assets.

“We’ll be listening in the entire time, Y/L/N,” Voight reminded you. “Jay’s gonna be in there as well, able to listen as well. You remember the code word?”

You nodded, remembering it well. “Jeweler. Though, don’t know how I’m gonna slip that into conversation. I’ll find a way though.” Voight nodded, looking between you and Jay again.

“You guys are gonna have to keep your heads on straight with this one, okay? No going rogue, playing this by the books. No funny business either, okay?” You and Jay both verbally agreed with what Hank was saying before heading out, the team following you.

——-

The music in the club was louder than you’d like it to be, not really into the whole club scene. Especially not strip clubs. As you made your way around the place, trying to pick up somebody, you could see Jay eyeing you occasionally. It wasn’t often enough to draw suspicion, but enough to give you some sense of security.

After your third loop, an attractive gentleman put his hand on your arm to get your attention, a charming smile. He had to be no older than mid-thirties, salt-and-pepper hair, dark green eyes. If you weren’t madly in love with Jay, you would have thought this man would be a good choice.

“How much for a private dance?” he asked you, voice like gravel.

“Seventy-five,” you answered, the man not missing a beat as he pulled out a hundred. You took the money, and gave him a smile. You saw Jay’s brow furrow as your eyes met before the man walked with you to the back rooms.

“How long have you been working here?” he asked, loosening his tie as he sat down. “I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Just a couple weeks. My name’s Candy. What’s yours?” you asked innocently with a smile, straddling him.

“Justin. I’m sorry to hear about those girls, the ones they found nearby.” You couldn’t explain it, but you did not have a good feeling about this guy, his hand coming up to play with your necklace. “Where did you get such a beautiful piece?” he then asked as you ground your hips down into his, pretending to enjoy this.

“I just got it back from-” You couldn’t get the last word out before his hand was around your throat, cutting off any chance of breathing you had. You grabbed his wrist with both hands, trying to get his hand from around your throat. No noise came out though, wanting to call for help. Your nails dug into the skin of his arm. You tried, you really did, but you could see the edges of your vision getting darker and darker until your world went black.

——

Jay. That was the first name that came to your mind when you finally came to. Your hands were bound above your head, a gag in your mouth. It took a minute to piece together the bits and pieces to remember why you were in this position, how you got there.

You turned your head to each side, trying to see where you were at. It looked like a warehouse of some kind, but more like a long term storage facility. You weren’t exactly sure. Either way, it wasn’t where you were supposed to be. You were supposed to be closing this case, and going home. With Jay.

You knew as soon as he realized you were gone, he was going to beat himself up over it. He was going to blame himself for not watching you better before directing his anger at Voight or Al since those were the two who thought of this plan.

It was cold, the metal of the table you were tied to. You could feel zip-ties digging into your skin, digging deeper the more you struggled against them. You tried kicking your legs, but you had rope around your ankles. You didn’t know what else to do, stuck there, waiting for this psycho to make his next move. Unfortunately, you didn’t have to wait long to hear his footsteps approaching. Tears pricked at your eyes, trying to not let them spill over. But you were terrified. You’d seen those girls’ bodies, knew the torture they’d endured in just a few short hours. You could only hope that Jay would find you soon.

———-

You couldn’t take it anymore, praying for death. If dying meant getting out of the pain, out of this torture, it would be worth it. Justin had taken the gag out of your mouth seemingly hours ago, screams tearing at your throat with every punch, every cut, every single time he touched you.

“Please,” you begged. “Please just kill me.” You didn’t think of the mic that you were still wearing when you begged for him to end it. It didn’t matter either way, because you’d given up hope that they’d find you.

————

“How can we not know where she is?” Jay yelled, hand raking through his hair as they went over every detail again. The suit jacket had long been discarded, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up mid-forearm. He knew there should have been a GPS tracker as well, just in case. But at the same time, he’d been determined to protect you. It was his job, as both your partner at work and your boyfriend.

He’d told Mouse to continuously listen to the incoming audio, to let him know if anything changed. It had been hours since you’d disappeared, hours that you could have been dead. He tried to not think of that, tried to hold onto the hope that you would be okay.

“Jay, you might want to hear this,” Mouse said from his desk. Jay walked over, putting on the headphones as Mouse rewound the recording.

“Please,” you begged, his heart breaking as he heard your strained voice. “Please just kill me.” Mouse had told him what was going on, Jay had heard your screams, feeling helpless.

“Dammit!” he yelled, slamming the headphones down on the desk, pacing the length of the bullpen as the others worked diligently to figure out where this guy had you hidden. “Dammit,” he muttered, quieter this time, leaning against his desk. It was just that morning that you were sitting in the desk across from his, smiling, laughing. He rubbed his eyes, wiping away the forming tears as Voight called him into his office.

“This isn’t your fault, Halstead,” Voight tried telling him, but he brushed it off.

“Yes, it is. I shouldn’t have let her go back there, I should’ve followed. I should have realized something was wrong sooner. Y/N is being tortured because I couldn’t protect her!” Jay ranted, hands and voice shaking. “I can’t lose her, Hank.”

Voight didn’t have many moments that someone could call him soft, but this was one of them, pulling Jay in and letting him cry. “We’re going to get her back,” he assured Jay, the younger detective clinging to his Sergeant.

“We’ve got something!” Adam announced, Jay letting go with a nod and walking back out. “Justin’s mom rents a warehouse out in Cicero. The thing is, mom’s been dead for fifteen years, since Justin was a kid,” he continued.

“Let’s go!” Voight told the crew, looking at Jay. As everyone rushed down, he held Jay back for a minute. “We’d all understand if this son of a bitch doesn’t walk out of that warehouse tonight.”

Jay knew what Voight meant, knew that there would be no limits or restrictions on how they could handle this guy, on how Voight would let him handle it. For the first time in Jay’s life, he wanted true, unfiltered revenge.

———

You couldn’t breathe, every breath making the fire in your chest grow hotter. He’d stopped his actions for the time being, but you were just waiting for imminent death. You heard footsteps approaching you, squeezing your eyes shut as Justin whistled an unidentifiable tune. You could hear chains rattling together, could barely hear the city outside. It was ironic. Born in Chicago. Killed in Chicago.

“Tell me, Nightingale,” he said as he laid the chain across your throat. “You so sure you want to die?”

“Please,” was the only word you could manage to get out as he started pulling down on the chain, feeling the air get trapped in your lungs, unable to get more in. You tried to cough, tried to scream, but nothing would work. This was it. And the only thing on your mind was Jay, his smile, his laugh, the memories. He was the best thing in your life. You could only hope he could forgive you.

You couldn’t hear much over the sound of blood rushing in your ears, though, you easily recognized the sound of gun fire. The chain fell, allowing you to suck in a deep breath which caused more pain to your chest. Then, a coughing fit before trying to pull free of the zip ties and rope again, not sure what was going on.

“Y/N!” you heard someone yell before hands were on you again.

You couldn’t help but scream at the sudden contact, not sure who it was, eyes squeezing closed, head thrashing back and forth. You felt whoever it was untie the rope around your ankles, getting a good kick in as soon as your foot was free. He groaned before cutting your hands free.

“Look at me,” he said, voice soft, soothing. You opened your eyes, seeing that it was Jay. As soon as you recognized him, your bottom lip quivered, trying to cover yourself. He didn’t say anything as he slipped his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders.

“You’re okay,” he assured you. “I’ve got you.” That was enough, with everything that had happened to you. You couldn’t just put on a brave face, tears streaming down your cheeks as he pulled you into his chest. Sobs wracked through your body, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping you from going under. Surprisingly, he didn’t stroke through your hair or rubbed you back. Instead, he just pressed his forehead to the top of your head, just holding you. This was as much of an ordeal for him, considering he’d thought he’d lost you.

“Jay,” Voight said, getting his attention. You didn’t turn to look at the Sergeant, keeping a tight hold on Jay. “How do you want to handle this?”

“Let’s just get her to Med. I’ll meet you at the docks,” he said, his grip tightening a little more on you. You didn’t know what he meant by that, and you were sure you didn’t want to know.

“Intelligence to Main. Roll an ambo to our location for a severely assaulted officer,” Kevin said into the radio, getting an affirmative reply.

“You’re gonna get checked out at Med with Jay, okay?” Voight told you. You just nodded into Jay’s chest, not saying anything. You would have never thought that the feeling of the kevlar vest against you would feel like home, or the smell of the cologne he knew you hated but he loved. Plus, the kevlar gave a barrier. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but you were scared, terrified, and it gave you a little more security.

“You’re safe,” Jay assured you again. You heard the ambulance arrive, could tell the medics were waiting for you to let go of him. Your mind blocked it out, though, surely going into shock. You couldn’t distinguish what Jay was telling them, or telling you.

They got you on the stretcher, moving you to the ambulance. Jay was right next to you the entire time, holding your hand. However, as soon as the medic touched you to start an IV, you freaked out, throwing punches and screaming. It took Jay and Adam holding you down for them to be able to sedate you. Your own fear was overwhelming, so you didn’t notice the tears in Jay’s eyes as he restrained you. But, his face was the last thing you saw before drifting off.

———

When you woke up, you were expecting to be back in that warehouse. Instead, you felt blankets on top of you, a pillow behind your head, and the weight of Jay’s arms and head on your lap. He was sleeping, probably very uncomfortably. You could see his vest on the couch across the room, which meant he hadn’t gone back to the station at all. Had he left at all?

Everything hurt. Every breath still hurt, but not as bad. There was still the fear though. You hadn’t known what had happened to the offender, if he was in jail or dead. Remembering what happened was what tipped Jay off that you were awake.

You’d always been under the impression that the brain could block off traumatic events, had hoped you’d never remember what happened. Every ache told you otherwise, flashbacks of what he did to you resting under the surface. You were shaking, hyperventilating, heart rate spiking which set off the monitor.

Jay’s head shot up, looking at you with worry. “Hey,” he said softly, not touching you. You looked at him, which made you start crying. “You’re okay, baby. You’re safe.”

“Jay,” you choked out before dissolving into full fledged sobs. He climbed into the bed with you, holding you. Just like the night before, he didn’t rub a hand along your back and comb through your hair. He just held you. You thought it might have been his way of acknowledging what happened. Or maybe, just maybe, in the back of your mind, you thought it could be because he saw you differently.

“Breathe, Y/N. Just breathe,” he told you each time you took a breath to continue crying. It was enough for you to take deeper breaths, which helped calm you down. “That’s it. Just breathe.”

“I’m sorry,” you told him as your sobs died down into sniffles. “I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about, you hear me? Nothing. This was not your fault, not by a long shot,” he told you. You didn’t understand why he could be so forgiving, or to look past the position you’d gotten yourself into.

“I want to go home,” you then told him. You didn’t know how long they were going to keep you at Med, hoped it wouldn’t be long. You just wanted to be at home, in your bed, not giving a care in the world.

“I know. Dr Manning is going to come up and see you. She just wanted you to be awake to check things over. Then, Dr Charles is gonna see you. Then, hopefully you’ll go home today.” He took a breath, seeming to steady himself before he spoke again. “I thought I lost you.”

You couldn’t say anything to that, and you didn’t. There wasn’t a lot you could say at this point, all of it so fresh in your mind, trying to process what had happened.

———-

You’d kicked Jay out of the room when Dr Charles had shown up. He looked hurt, but you hoped he’d eventually understand. It just felt like he was breathing down your throat, and with everything that had happened, you’d decided you needed some kind of space even if it was just talking to Dr Charles alone.

“I know everybody has probably been asking you this,” he said, sitting down in the chair Jay had been occupying. “But, how are you feeling?” You rolled your eyes, arms crossing over your chest so that your hands wouldn’t shake.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” you answered. “Everything hurts. I haven’t had the courage to look at the damage he caused. Jay…” You shook your head. “He’s been a little overbearing, breathing down my neck all day. He acts like I’m going to break every time he touches me.”

“And what do you think? Do you feel like you’re going to break if he touches you?” Daniel asked.

You couldn’t help it as tears welled in your eyes again, quickly brushing them away. It seemed like he noticed, though he didn’t say anything. You were very conflicted with that answer, but you tried to be honest with him. He wasn’t going to judge you, you knew that. Jay was a different story. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to tell him how you felt about it.

“I feel…” You took a breath to steady yourself. “I feel like I’m already broken. And that Jay is going to cut himself on those edges.”

“What you’re telling me, how it’s sounding. It’s all very normal after experiencing a traumatic event like you did. And those emotions are going to take a long time to figure out, it’s not going to be over night. I’m going to sign off on your discharge, but I want you following up with either myself or someone in my office to set up a time to continue this discussion once you settle a little, okay?” You nodded, wiping away more tears. It felt like you just couldn’t stop crying. “Do you want me to send Jay in?”

“No… Yes. I-I don’t.” You just looked up at the ceiling.

“I’ll go ahead and send him in. The best advice I have for you right now in this moment is to set boundaries with him. Hell, with everyone. At least until you process and figure out the mess that’s in your head.” After you nodded, he left the room. It took a few minutes for Jay to come in, figuring Daniel had probably talked to Jay about something.

When Jay did come back in, he didn’t say anything as he sat down, seeming to wait for you to start the conversation. Maybe it was something Daniel had said, you weren’t sure.

“Dr Charles suggested I make boundaries,” you said softly, folding your hands on your lap as you looked over at him. “I love you, Jay, but I...I don’t know.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll understand, and I’ll respect it. This doesn’t change anything with us.” It was nice to hear it, but you didn’t really believe it. What if he decided it was too much for him? What if the boundaries you set pushed him too far away? But it was worth a shot.

“When I’m upset, I like that you’ll hold me without me having to say anything. Just hold me,” you told him, looking down at your hands. “I’ll let you know if I don’t want it. But when I’m not. I want to initiate contact for a while. If-If you do, because you forget or...or whatever reason, I’ll let you know if it’s okay.” He nodded along, seeming to be really listening to you. “I don’t know about sleeping, how to go about that. Maybe I’ll sleep in the guest room for a while? But I just...I don’t want to be alone in the apartment.”

“I’ll move some stuff around when we get home,” he told you. He didn’t seem to sound hurt, seemed very understanding. “I just want to make sure, to clarify. Is it okay if I ask if something is okay? Say, I want to kiss you or hold your hand or whatever it is?” You nodded in agreement, knowing as long as you got some kind of heads up and that it didn’t just come out of the blue. “I’ll do my best, I’ll really try.”

“Thank you,” you said, reaching your hand out for his. He gave you a sad smile as he obliged with the unspoken request, lacing your fingers together.

———

Jay had brought you home that afternoon, following a couple steps behind you. You didn’t understand what you’d done to deserve a guy like Jay, who could be so understanding. You knew he had his own demons though, that he probably understood through those.

It was odd being home. It had only been a couple of days since you’d left for work and hadn’t come back. Oh, how things could change in a couple of days. Jay sat down your bag on the kitchen table. The ride home had been quiet, the both of you keeping your hands to yourself. Usually, you’d ride home with his hand on your knee, or your hands entwined at the center console. A part of you had wanted that normalcy, but it felt wrong.

“I’m going to move some of my clothes to the guest room. It’s not fair to make you move your stuff,” he told you. You just nodded in response, wanting to take a shower. You knew you didn’t want Jay anywhere near you when you saw yourself in the mirror for the first time.

The two of you went your separate ways, doing your own things. You had grabbed his Army t-shirt and some of your yoga pants before locking yourself in the bathroom.

You weren’t sure how to go about it, so you stripped down and took a shower. When you were done and dried off, you held onto the sink and looking down. The sink drain had twelve holes, which you counted at least a dozen times, trying to get the courage to look into the mirror. Despite feeling the pain of every bruise and ut, seeing it was different.

The chain he’d started to strangle you with had left a dark bruise along the front of your throat. You could vaguely make out the lighter finger-shaped bruises he’d left from the club. Your lips were busted in three different spots, and one eye looked like it was nearly swollen shut. A deep gash ran through your eyebrow, another had stitches along your temple. Your nose was bruised, surprised it wasn’t broken. Your eyes continued downward, losing count of how many handprints were left on you, how many cuts he’d tallied into your skin. You ignored the worst of it, the part that you were sure was going to leave an everlasting scar. Across your stomach, he’d carved the word ‘whore.’ The cuts were deep and inflamed. You were a detective, a well liked, detective who had gone undercover and had come out with the word ‘whore’ scarred on your body for the world to see. Even if you weren’t, even if you had indeed been a worker at that club, it wasn’t something you — or anybody else — deserved to have happen.

You didn’t realize you were crying again until Jay knocked on the door, asking if you were alright. You didn’t say anything in response, throwing on the clothes before unlocking the door. Now you knew how much like shit you actually looked after the whole ordeal.

“Do you want to talk or-” You cut him off, talking being the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’m going to go lay down,” you said. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

He nodded in response. You knew you had to do what felt right to help you get through this. So, you got closer to him, almost pressed against him again. He kept his hands at his sides, confused as to what you were doing. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, then stood on your tip-toes and brushing your lips against his. It wasn’t a full kiss, barely the ghost of one, but it was enough to show him that this didn’t change anything, just like he’d said.

———

Voight had told you to take time off, and you were more than happy to if you were being honest. But in this moment, you were frustrated and bored out of your mind. It had been nearly six weeks, all of your bruises healed up, the cuts scarring over for the most part. You avoided the mirror like the plague, though, but it was something you were working on with Dr Charles.

“It’s not like I’m going to go off the deep end, Jay! If I was going to do that, I would have!” The two of you were sitting on the couch, his arm around you.

You’d lessened on your boundaries with him, letting him know if it was a good day or a bad day. If it was bad, then the boundaries were there in full force. If it was a good day, less so. He’d gotten into the habit of making sure you knew he was next to you before touching you, which made it a little better. You still weren’t sharing a bed full time, but some nights. It was a process, you both knew that.

“I know, but Voight cares about you. He just wants to make sure you’re one-hundred percent before coming back. That’s all.” You pulled back, glaring at him.

“So, what? I’m not one-hundred percent? You think that Jay, huh?” you asked, angry, getting up off the couch to pace the room.

“That’s not...You know what I mean, Y/N,” he replied, sitting on the edge of the couch with his elbows on his knees.

“I know what you said, Jay!” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking at him. “Those first few days, it felt like you thought I was going to break. But now! It’s been six weeks, Jay! I’m not going to just fall apart at the drop of a hat! You still treat me like I’m fragile and I hate it!” You weren’t going to lie, it had been boiling down to this. Dr Charles had told you that you needed to talk to Jay before it reached this point, but you had never found the need to.

“I respect your boundaries, Y/N. I don’t think you’re going to just break,” he tried explaining, but you were upset and a bit irrational.

“Really? Jay, I want my boyfriend back! Not the cop who had to rescue me, because sometimes that’s all you seem to act like!” you reminded him.

“You…” He shook his head. “Yeah, Y/N. Sometimes it’s hard to turn off the cop part of me, to differentiate the different parts of myself. I remember standing in Voight’s office, helpless after hearing you beg for Justin to kill you. I remember crying, not sure if we were going to find you in time and blaming myself. So yeah, sometimes it’s hard for me to act like your boyfriend when the cop side of me couldn’t save you,” he told you, voice steady. That was how you knew he was truly upset.

With you, you would yell and your voice would shake and it was obvious you were upset. With him, it was different. It was a stoic face, a firm and steady voice. And he didn’t move. He wouldn’t talk with his hands like he did when he was calm and relaxed.

He’d never really talked about what happened when it came to finding you, and you’d never thought to ask. Now, though, it made more sense. You’d completely forgotten about the mic in the necklace, not realizing that Jay would have been able to hear every second of your torture.

“Jay, I-” It was his turn to cut you off.

“I didn’t tell you for a reason. You were blaming yourself for it when we found you. I wasn’t going to add to that. Plus, it wasn’t me we needed to focus on getting better. It was you. So yeah, I didn’t tell you because there wasn’t a reason to. And yeah, it’s affected how I act around you some days. I can still hear your screams in my head, even when you’re standing right there in front of me smiling. I was afraid that if I let my guard down again, it could happen again. And I’ve been trying to work on it, I really have,” he continued.

You didn’t know what to say, feeling like a complete asshole. So, you pushed him back on the couch to straddle him. Then, you did what he’d been doing for you for the past six weeks. You just held him tight.

———-

Voight had agreed to let you come back three weeks later. You had a feeling Jay was the mastermind behind it, thanking him on the drive home from work. It was nice to get back to a normal routine, one step back to being yourself.

———

It had been four months since the attack, and you were ready for a lot of things. One of them was having Jay back in your bedroom with you. It had been few and far between that he had slept in the guest room over the last two of those months, but you were ready for that step. Another was getting rid of set boundaries. Still, he told you to let him know if you were having a bad day and that he’d help in any way he could. Even if that meant giving you space. The third...well, the third was something you’d talked to Dr Charles about, and he urged you to try. Even if it didn’t go as far as you were hoping, he wanted you to try.

“Jay?” you asked as the two of you laid in bed. He was reading an online article — you weren’t sure what for — and you’d been doing a crossword puzzle. He gave you a hmmm in response, not looking at you. It took a deep breath to build some kind of courage, tossing your puzzle book on the bedside table before taking his phone from him. He looked at you confused as you set the device next to your puzzle book.

“Okay, you have my attention,” he assured you with a smile.

“I want to try something.” He looked at you puzzled, but didn’t say anything, knowing you were going to answer his questions soon. You took that as the go-ahead, moving to straddle his lap with a smile of your own. His hands rested on your thighs, looking at you.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked. You didn’t answer with words, instead, it was a rough kiss, your hands running through his hair and holding him close.

The two of you had shared a number of kisses since the incident, though they were always short and sweet, never lasting long. It was typically you that stopped, that pulled away with apologies. So, what you weren’t expecting was for Jay to pull back.

“Y/N,” he started to say, licking his bottom lip, but you cut him off with another, softer kiss.

“I’m sure, Jay. This isn’t a rash thing, or something I haven’t thought over a million times.” He nodded, kissing you again, pulling you flush against him. The two of you continued this dance for a while, pulling back to kiss down along the skin of his neck.

For you, this wasn’t just about the intimacy. It was to show him that you trusted him. As well as showing yourself that you could trust him. He hadn’t seen the scars, having only seen glimpses when they first found you. It was you baring yourself to him for the first time all over again.

You pulled back again, pulling off his shirt. He looked at you with desire and love as your hands slid down his chest, feeling the muscles just beneath the surface. When he went to take off your shirt though, your hands grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He looked confused more than anything.

“I just...He caused a lot of permanent scars,” you warned Jay. He didn’t say anything, just giving you a soft, reassuring smile as he slowly slid your shirt up and over your head, keeping eye contact the entire time.

“Whatever he did, it doesn’t change who you are. It doesn’t change how I see you,” Jay assured you. You couldn’t help that your bottom lip quivered, not able to look away from him as his eyes left yours and began looking you over.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, the other traced the scars starting from your collarbone and going down. His touch was light as a feather, but you knew it was there. He didn’t trace the word across your stomach, though. You knew he saw it, saw him look at it, a flash of anger in his eyes.

“This isn’t true,” he told you firmly. “This is far from the truth. You are beautiful, and amazing, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re smart, funny, honest. The list could go on and on, but this. You’re not this. You’re not what he did to you.” You really didn’t know what you’d done to deserve a guy like Jay Halstead. You knew he could go on, would probably ramble if you let him, so you kissed him again. It was less heated than before, but still firm.

It took a few more minutes to progress past this point, but when it did, you couldn’t help but be nervous. It had taken you seemingly forever to feel like you weren’t broken anymore, to feel whole again. Jay had helped you get to that point, through a lot of pain and frustration and tears. You’d tried to dip your hand down the waistband of his pants, but he’d stopped you.

“We have plenty of time for that,” he said. “I just want you.”

You’d decided to change positions. Again, to show yourself you trusted him, you lay on your back, pulling him on top of you. It made you nervous for all of three seconds before he kissed you, those nerves and fears washing away quickly.

He took his time, assuring you and reassuring you that the two of you had all the time in the world, that there was no reason to rush this. He turned you into a hot mess, practically begging for more. And he delivered, taking his time, making sure you were okay, which usually just got a ‘shut up and kiss me’ as a reply.

Afterwards, your head rested on his chest, his fingers running softly along your back. You couldn’t help but smile, hearing his heartbeat under you, feeling him breathe. The two of you were slick with sweat, sheets tangled around your ankles and waist.

“I love you,” you told him, kissing a trail on his chest with no rhyme or reason before kissing him. “No matter what.”

“I love you too. Let’s go ahead and sleep. We can talk in the morning.” You couldn’t agree more.

———-

Some days, it felt like it had all happened yesterday, that you had just been getting ready in the locker room with Jay right behind you. Other days, it seemed like a different lifetime. Most of the time, it was the latter. But this day was different. It had been an entire year.

You’d grown as a person and as a detective in that year. You weren’t scared of turning the corner or entering a dark room. You’d been more hesitant at first when it came to being undercover, but Mouse had always made sure to give you something with a GPS tracker, just in case. It made you feel safer.

You’d requested the day off, as well as Jay, Voight not arguing the issue. You figured he probably understood. You didn’t want to leave the house, wanted to just spend the entire day curled up in bed with Jay with the occasional pizza delivery. And that’s exactly what you did.

He was pressed against your back, holding you close to him. Your hand grabbed his, moving it to the scars on your stomach. They were your constant reminder, though, you’d learned to block them out for the most part. It was as if he knew what you were asking, unable to say it, his calloused fingers tracing the letters.

“You’re not what he did to you,” he reminded you, whispering it in your ear. You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, but not saying anything.

“When I was there. When he was choking me with the chains and I thought I was going to die…” You didn’t know if you should even tell him, but you were already halfway there. It was just finding the right words.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he reminded you. It had been an agreement one of the times he’d come with you to see Dr Charles that he never wanted you to feel obligated to tell him what happened in that warehouse. He could piece enough together to figure it out himself.

“I want to. When I thought I was going to die, it wasn’t my life flashing before my eyes. Or maybe it was, just in a different way. The only thing I could think of, that came to mind, was you, Jay,” you told him. “I was so upset that I wouldn’t be able to be there to tell you it wasn’t your fault, because I knew you’d blame yourself. I saw a future we’d never have. I saw your face and your smile and I heard your laugh. And of all the things I could see in those final moments, I was so happy it was you. But...I know you heard me begging to die. I was in so much pain, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to die when I begged, but when it was happening, all I wanted was to live. I wanted to see you again, so badly, for you to tell me it was all going to be okay.” You noticed wetness dripping onto your neck, rolling over to see his eyes rimmed red.

This day wasn’t just about you. He suffered that day too. It had just taken you a long time to be able to see that. You’d been so focused on your own pain that you ignored his. You cupped his cheek, not saying anything.

“Mouse had me listen to that audio. He hadn’t let me listen to much else, but that moment…” He sniffled. “I’m just glad you’re okay, and here with me. I love you.”

You didn’t know what you would have done without him over the past year. He had really been your rock, your guiding light. You loved Jay Halstead more than life itself, it seemed like, and you would make sure to let him know every day for the rest of your life.

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Like We Used To: 2

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A/N: I’m really enjoying writing again. Please feel free to message me. Questions, suggestions, anything. Thanks so much!

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CHAPTER TWO

Elizabeth stood by the altar as Heather finally reached the rest of the bridesmaids and the music slowly faded into ‘I Get To Love You’ by Ruelle, signalling the flower girl entrance and, eventually, the bride. The guests rose from their seats and looked back towards the house, awaiting their first look at the bride. Elizabeth took this as the perfect opportunity to turn to Celeste in shock.

It seemed as though Celeste was thinking the same thing as she was, because the second the guests looked away she shot a look over at Elizabeth and whispered, “Am I blind, or is Harry here?”

The two of them looked back and forth from each other to the back of Harry’s neat curls before straightening up when Kate, guided by her parents, began making her way down the aisle. Elizabeth half thought she was dreaming, or that it was just a Harry look-alike. I mean, surely that can’t be Harry Styles. No one in their old friend group had talked to him in at least five years. Even if they had, her best friend would have mentioned inviting him at the very least, right?

The ceremony seemed to drag on for ages. Elizabeth tried to steal a few glances at the Harry impostor, but every time she did it was like he knew and would lock eyes with her. So, she stopped looking in his direction.

After what seemed like an eternity, Kate and Lewis finally said their ‘I Do’s and were announced as Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton. Cheers, laughter, and applause erupted from the attendees as the newlyweds made their way back down the aisle, hand in hand, followed by the bridal party. Elizabeth linked arms with Matt, her friend of over twelve years, and they smiled at each other, parading down the aisle behind their best friends. She stole one more glance at Harry, who was already looking at her. She saw his lopsided smile mouth ‘hi’, with a slight wave before she broke eye contact and continued on.

The guests made their way towards the huge covered patio adorned with flowers and fairy lights while the bridal party progressed to the front of the manor to take pictures.

“Uh, sorry,” Elizabeth hurried next to Kate, followed by the other girls, “When, exactly, were you planning on mentioning that Harry was going to be attending your wedding?” she accused.

“Oh, yeah! I thought I saw him!” added Edward.

Kate turned to everyone with furrowed brows, questioningly, “What? Come on, guys! Didn’t I tell you that we invited him?” Everyone mumbled various forms of ‘nope’s, ‘no’s, and ‘definitely not’ before Kate groaned, “I’m sorry, guys. I thought I told you! It’s just been so crazy with all the wedding planning.”

Lewis piped up, “We’ve been catching up for a few months now and decided to invite him. He’s really excited to see you guys again,” he nodded towards Elizabeth, Celeste, and Matt.

“Cool,” Matt accepted.

Elizabeth caught Kate’s eyes which were pleading for forgiveness, so she decided to drop it and continued on to get their pictures taken. It only took maybe fifteen to twenty minutes before they were ready to join the rest of the guests at the reception. The band had announced the wedding party, one couple at a time, and they each danced their way towards the head table.

The atmosphere in the room was pure jubilation. Everyone in the room genuinely loved Kate and Lewis, and you could feel it. The round guest tables sat eight people, and all twenty tables were full. The head table was situated by the far wall, not too far away. It was a long table with chairs placed so that all of the guests could see the wedding party. They sat in order from Heather, Jimmy, Elizabeth, Matt, Kate, Lewis, Celeste, Edward, Daisy, and finally Owen. The bride and groom were the last to enter and they took their place at the center of the head table with toothy smiles plastered on their faces. Hoots and hollering started to die down and the waiters began to serve dinner.

“Let’s try to breathe in between bites, Lizzy,” Jimmy nudged her, jokingly, as the servers set their plates in front of them, causing Matt to snort.

Elizabeth laughed and retorted, “Listen, boys. I’ve spent weeks trying to fit into this dress. Tonight I plan on busting out of it.”

“Now that I’d like to see,” Matt winked. “I guess I should be careful now that the Lost Boy is back, though, eh?” He nodded towards a table in the center that Harry sat at. Harry could be seen glancing over at them occasionally in between laughing and conversing with the rest of his table.

Elizabeth looked down and grabbed a fork full of vegetables, bothered, as she was forced to recall her friendship with Harry in high school. Everyone was protective over each other, but Harry always made sure to be extra defensive when it came to Elizabeth. She remembered a time when everyone went and saw Harry perform at a small club. Some drunk man was getting a little too touchy with her. Harry actually jumped off the stage in the middle of his set. A grown, drunk, forty-something year old man almost got knocked out by a sixteen year old curly headed kid. It took Lewis, Jimmy, and Matt to hold him back while Kate, Celeste, and Elizabeth talked him down. They all got kicked out of the club before Harry could even finish his set.

As the night continued on, the fairy lights shone brightly against the night sky in the background and it made the ambiance almost fairy tale-like. Speeches were made by the Maid of Honor, Best Man, and parents, the cake was cut, and traditional dances were had. Matt took Elizabeth’s hand and, along with the rest of the bridal party, joined the newlyweds on the dance floor to kick off the party. Elizabeth let loose, laughing and dancing with all of their friends. She felt unbelievably lucky to be here with the best people she had ever known. Honestly, how many people can say that they are still close with their grade school friends at twenty six years old?

More people joined on the dance floor and more songs played as the night rolled on. Looking around the room, Elizabeth noticed Jimmy, Daisy, Edward, and Owen talking to Harry. Elizabeth had bet that Jimmy was introducing him to their college friends. Harry never got the chance to meet them since he had decided to basically abandon their group. Daisy was laughing a lot and pinching the ends of her long blonde hair, giggling at everything Harry said. Elizabeth shook her head, turning her attention back to dancing with Kate and Lewis. Daisy was a shameless flirt. It was bound to happen. It did kind of annoy Elizabeth, but she was also not surprised.

Elizabeth had finished her drink and was starting to get hot, so she took this moment to cool down by taking a break from the dance floor and headed on over to the open bar. Lights flashed sporadically around the room from both the photographer and the couple dozen disposable cameras that were left at all the tables to capture moments throughout the night. Elizabeth had gotten in line at the bar behind a couple college friends that were able to make it and began a conversation when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Her friends' eyes widened slightly before diverting their gaze and walking on to get their drinks. Her heart rate increased as she turned to look up into Harry’s green eyes.

He looked different. More masculine, but more soft at the same time. Elizabeth certainly hadn’t remembered facial hair the last time she saw him, yet she could see the faint shadow of stubble lining his jaw. Speaking of jaw, where did that come from? And his dimples were more noticeable than ever.

With the same lopsided smile as he carried outside, Harry softly uttered, “Lizzy Miller….It’s been a while.”

“Oh...hey,” was all she managed to muster, inadvertently smoothing down her silk blush dress. She knew they’d run into each other at some point tonight, but honestly, she just wasn’t ready yet.

“You look lovely. I can’t believe it’s been, what, eight years?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

“Nine,” Elizabeth shot back, her eyes darting around the room trying to escape the awkwardness.

Harry’s eyes flickered, but he continued, “Wow. I can’t believe it’s been that long. How have you been?”

“I-” Elizabeth stuttered, unsure of where this conversation was going to go.

Thankfully she was saved by Celeste, “Harry!” She shouted, jumping into Harry’s unprepared arms, making him laugh. “Where the hell have you been? Too famous to keep in touch, huh?” she joked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow up at him. Elizabeth slipped away, silently sniggering to herself for Celete’s blunt nature. At least she has enough balls to say it.

After grabbing a drink, Elizabeth traipsed back onto the dance floor, joining the rest of her friends. Matt and Edward each took turns dancing with Daisy and Elizabeth while Heather danced with her husband, and Owen and Jimmy danced with their girlfriends. Edward was swinging Elizabeth around, making her long, wavy, mousy-brown hair sway in the air when Kate, Lewis, and Celeste danced their way over with Harry in tow. Elizabeth felt the blood rush to her cheeks when Harry looked at her with an entertained smile. Any time she caught him looking at her or inching closer she got withdrawn.

A part of her wanted to just forget everything he did, leap into his arms and squeeze him like Celeste did, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had to admit, seeing his perfect white smile and the stray curls bounce as he danced around with them did make her slightly happy. The rest of the friend group conversed with him like he hadn’t been gone for nearly nine years. They immediately fell back into their old ways, joking with each other and messing around. It almost felt like old times. Almost.

Then, ‘If I Could Fly’ by One Direction started playing on the speakers. Most of the guests giggled, knowingly, looking over at a slightly embarrassed Harry.

“Sorry, Harry,” Kate and Lewis laughed, “we had to!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry chuckled back, lightly shoving their arms and joking, “Yeh bunch of dicks!”

Matt noticed Elizabeth’s slightly saddened expression while she tried to maintain a smile at the same time. “Come on,” he smirked, outstretching his hand to her.

Elizabeth grinned sadly up at Matt, taking his hand and letting him pull her close to him, resting her head on his chest as they slowly swayed together. “Why is this so easy for everyone else?” she exhaled into his chest.

She felt Matt sigh and place his stubbly chin on the top of her head. He paused before quietly whispering, “Because we were all friends. But I don’t think….Lizzy, I don’t think you were ever just friends with Harry.”

Elizabeth quickly pulled away, looking up into Matt’s empathetic gaze. She hadn’t expected that response, nor did she need that on her conscience right now. What did he even mean by that? Harry was never anything more than ‘just a friend’, she told herself. Matt was crazy. She looked over towards her other friends, watching Kate dance with her new husband, Jimmy dance with his girlfriend, and then her attention was on Daisy dancing with Harry. The two were talking while slowly swaying together. They seemed to be having a good conversation, by the looks of it, because there was a lot of friendly smiling and laughing.

Several songs, a ton of drinks, lots of messy pictures on the disposable cameras, a few dodged conversations with Harry, and an unreal amount of boob sweat later, it was time for the sparkler send off’s. Elizabeth grabbed her sparklers and matches, gave Kate a quick peck on the cheek and said, ‘I’ll see you at the house,’ before making her way to the front of the venue with the crowd.

Guests lined either side of the walkway, waiting for direction while everyone continued to pile out onto the lawn. Elizabeth got separated from the bridal party, so she just picked a spot in between Lewis’ family members and waited. She suddenly felt a presence so close behind her that she almost felt their warmth. This caused her to look back, half expecting it to be one of her friends. Instead she found herself looking up into Harry’s eyes. Again, he smiled down at her and she felt herself getting nervous. What is it with this boy? Why does it look so deeply into your eyes? And why does he smile so damn much? He opened his mouth, as if to speak, when Heather and Jimmy bounced over.

“There you guys are,” Heather panted.

“Hey, Harry,” Jimmy spoke, “I don’t know if you have plans for the weekend, but Kate and Lewis rented out a manor for us to celebrate before they leave on Monday. There’s a ton of extra space if you want to join us. It’s just the bridal party; so all of the old crew, and then Daisy, Owen, and Edward.”

Elizabeth froze as Harry smiled, looking between herself, Jimmy, and Heather, before excitedly nodding, “Yeah, man! That’ll be fun! I’m around for a bit and I’m staying not too far from here. Let me just give you my number so you can text me the address. I’ll head over after I grab a few of my things.”

Elizabeth tried her best to hide her shock, but, given the nudge from Heather, probably failed. What the hell is going on? And what the hell was she going to do with Harry Styles all weekend?

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