#Jacob ( My Jacob at least ) being So Cocky and sure he can get out of trouble and getting involved ( along with Ashe and Olivia) w R

[smarti-at-smogwarts]

The parallels between Jacob and Odysseus/Epic are just

Man they sure are paralleling

[alwaysonthemend]

Author’s Note: Hello my horny friends. I hope this fic finds you well. Have some vulgar Jacob smut. This is self-indulgent, as it usually is. Jake makes me question my sanity… this fic is merely a glimpse for you all into my madness. This is a little on the shorter side but when it's literally just porn and no plot that's what happens. Also VERY minimally edited so apologies in advance. 

Once again, this fic wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for @jakeyt I hope you know that I love you so much and I’m so glad I have you in my life. Your constant encouragement means the world. 

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, oral (f rec) p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cussing, dirty talk, Jake being cocky. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2927

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The thing is, it never really gets easier – the whole long distance thing that is. You get better at it, sure. But it never actually becomes easier to deal with. If anything, you only miss him more when he’s gone than you used to. Jake has this… aura about him that draws you into him – pulling you into his orbit whether you want to be or not. Though he’s not known to his fans as the loud one (that title remains firmly on Josh), Jake’s personality when he’s with you is anything but subdued. He’s sweet like no other man you’ve ever met, and can make you laugh harder than anyone else, and the comfort that he radiates is unparalleled. And so his absence is only made all the more painful the longer you’ve been with him. 

This time especially, going on almost two months without getting to see him, you’re physically aching to be near him again. Daily texts and FaceTimes only satisfy you so much, and at this point you’re desperate. He’s coming home tonight and your body is practically vibrating with your excitement as you tidy up things around the house in order to pass the time. 

He’d said he’d be home around 7pm and god have these past few hours been the longest of your entire life. You’ve showered and shaved – making sure to use the body wash that Jake loves the smell of; and you’ve slipped into the little lingerie set that always drives him nuts, coupled with nothing but one of his old t-shirts. The two of you had phone sex a few times throughout his absence, but the action only ever leaves the both of you aching and missing the other even more. Jake has always been a tactile individual, loving the feeling of you and the feeling of the two of you together. So you know that as soon as he gets home he’s going to be all over you. That at least, is one positive of his long absences. Fuck is the welcome home sex incredible.

Taking a seat on the sofa, you glance up at the clock for what feels like the millionth time. 

7:07pm 

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you watch the front door. You’re almost embarrassed by the way you're literally sitting here waiting like a dog for its owner to come home. But it really has been so long so you figure you’ve earned the right to be this desperate.

You glance up again. 

7:16

Furrowing your brow, you check your phone to see if he’s texted you. Nothing. 

Sighing, you click your phone off and place it back down on the table. 

Another five minutes. 

You check your phone again. Then the clock. Then your phone again. You fix your hair. Check the clock again. 

And just when it hits 7:45 and you’re about to pick up your phone to call him, the front door practically slams open and in steps Jake – looking frazzled and annoyed but no less handsome than he had the last time you saw him. 

“Fuck, I hate airports.” His voice is the same as you remember it too – deep and soft as it envelopes you like a warm hug. 

Rising from your seat quickly, you stride over to where he’s standing, surveying his appearance for a moment. His hair is slightly longer, the ends resting just below his shoulders. He’s shaved since the last time you FaceTimed, but the barely there dusting of hair that adorns his top lip lets you know that maybe he’s thinking of growing it out again. 

You both stand there for a second, eyeing the other in a strange dance of anticipation. Finally, you reach out and grip his wrist, tugging him in close to you. Almost as if the action broke the seal, suddenly he’s on you, shoving you backwards until your back slams into the wall. 

“Jake.” You whine, but he silences you by sealing his lips over yours, immediately plunging his tongue into your waiting mouth. It’s all teeth and tongues and there’s nothing but desperation behind it as he practically devours you. The both of you moan as his bulge presses against you. 

“Missed you so much, angel.” He breathes out between kisses, and all you can do is whimper in response as his plush lips trail down to your throat, nipping and biting as he goes. 

You bring your hands up to tangle in his hair, tugging on it hard to get a reaction from him. Never one to disappoint, a groan rumbles through his chest at the sting. 

His strong hands grip your hips and lift, effortlessly picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist to steady yourself. His mouth doesn’t leave your skin once as he walks the two of you over to the sofa before he unceremoniously deposits you onto it.

Still trapped between your thighs, Jake sinks to the floor onto his knees. 

“Missed you too. So much.” You tell him, gripping his shoulders and digging your fingers into the hard muscle that lies hidden beneath his button down shirt. 

He pulls away from you for a moment and his eyes look practically black as he stares at you. His chest is heaving and his lips are already swollen and slick with spit. You’re sure that you probably look even worse off than he does as your desperation for him grows with each passing second.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days.” He admits, splaying his palms out on your thighs and spreading your knees apart. His eyes trail downwards and you watch with rapt attention as they widen slightly as he sees the deep green lace of your panties. A wolfish grin spreads across his lips. “These are my favorite.” 

“I know.” Your voice comes out quiet, almost a whisper. “Put them on just for you.” 

“You spoil me.” His finger trails across your clothed center, just barely pressing into your clit through the fabric. 

You whine and spread your legs wider, begging him to finally touch you where you need him. 

“And as gorgeous as you look in these…” He says, hooking his fingers in the elastic and tugging. “You look even better without them.” 

He slides the lacey fabric down your legs, allowing you to kick them off onto the floor. His eyes rake across you, greedily taking in the sight of your drenched pussy for the first time in weeks. 

“Fuck.” He whispers, licking his lips and running a calloused finger through your folds. “Even prettier than I remember.” 

Sweeping his eyes up to yours, Jake grips your thighs again tightly before diving into you, sucking on your clit and drawing a loud moan from you. 

“Jake!” Your eyes slam shut at the immediate relief of his mouth on you. 

He’s eating you out like it’s his job, plunging his tongue into you roughly as his nose presses into your swollen bundle of nerves. Your moans and whines are interrupted by his own sounds – tiny little groans and grunts as he diligently brings you closer and closer to the edge of climax. 

Embarrassingly fast, that coil in your belly begins to tighten and you reach down to tug on his hair in warning. Instead of drawing away, Jake only renews his efforts and the coil snaps as your orgasm tears through you. He laps up your release without pause, moaning at the taste of you before pulling away.

“That was fast.” He grins, a smug smirk overtaking him. 

“Fuck off. It’s been too long.” You tell him, trying to catch your breath. 

“Or I’m just that fucking good.” 

You shake your head at him, fighting a grin. 

“Mmm. Missed you being a cocky little shit.” You tell him, sarcasm clear in your tone. 

“Did you now?” He hedges, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. 

“Oh yeah. I really miss- Oh!”

Without warning, Jake plunges a finger into you, immediately finding that spot inside you that drives you fucking wild. 

“What was that?” He asks, adding another finger. 

You can’t answer, too focused on the heavenly feeling of his fingers that you missed so much. 

“I’ll tell you what I missed.” He says, fingers picking up their pace as he fucks you with them. “I missed this pretty pussy. And I missed those lovely sounds that you make when I hit that special little spot inside of you.” He punctuates his sentences by curling his fingers upwards and brushing your g-spot, drawing a loud cry from you. “Like that one. Fuck, I missed that sound.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You moan, overcome with pleasure as he presses his thumb into your clit, rubbing tight circles over you. 

This is so much better than all those nights on the phone with him – nights where you lay there wishing that it was his fingers pleasuring you and not your own. But now he’s finally here, and the combination of having him after so long coupled with his stupidly talented fingers has your second orgasm approaching just as quickly as the first. 

“Come on, angel.” He encourages, eyes glued to where his fingers fuck in and out of you. “Give it to me.” 

The band snaps for the second time, and this time the feeling is white hot and overwhelming, leaving you with shaky legs and a brain completely absent of any conscious thought. 

“Jacob!” You whine, body left reeling as he pulls his fingers from you. “I need your cock. Please. Fuck, I need it.” You beg, reaching out to him to pull him in closer. 

“I know. I know, angel.” He mutters, extracting himself from your grip and standing up. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the ground before turning away from you. You furrow your brows for a moment as you watch him start to leave before realization washes over you. 

Condom your brain finally supplies. He’s going to get a condom. 

As if acting on its own accord, your hand darts out to wrap around his wrist, stopping him. He turns back to you, confusion clouding his eyes as he takes in your expression. 

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you shake your head at him. 

“No condom.” 

“But-” he starts, turning back around to face you fully. “You’re not on birth control.” 

“I know.” You say as you stare into his eyes, silently begging for him to catch on to what you mean. 

He does, and his mouth parts in surprise as your meaning finally hits him. 

“Y/n.” He hedges, taking a step back towards you. “You-” he stops himself, unsure and afraid of reading the situation wrong. 

“I miss you so much when you’re gone, Jake.” You admit, pulling him even closer to you. “Want something of yours to keep with me when you leave.” 

Jake groans, dropping his hand downwards to palm his hard cock. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” He sounds fucking wrecked – voice broken in a way you haven’t heard it before. 

“Very.” You assure him, biting your lip as you glance up at him. “I’ve been thinking about it since you left. I want it so bad, Jake.” 

“I need to hear you say it, Y/n.” His eyes are dark as he watches you, chest heaving as the weight of your words seem to finally sink in. 

“Jake,” you start, willing him to see just how serious you are. “I want you to fill me up. Put a baby in me. Please, Jake.” 

He moans loudly and he looks almost pained as you speak. Without hesitation, he practically rips the button of his jeans open before shoving them downwards, yanking his boxers down with them. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach and weeping with precum. You’ve never seen him so hard before – the velvety skin shiny and red. You spread your legs and scoot backwards, pressing your back into the arm of the sofa. He all but collapses onto the sofa between your legs and a fresh wave of slick gushes from you as you see the slight tremble of his shoulders. He’s fucking shaking. 

“Say it again.” He demands, grabbing his length and sliding his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it over himself. 

“Put a baby in me, Jake. Fill me up. I want it so bad.”

“Fuck.” He whines – an honest to god whine, before he plunges into you. 

You let out a loud wail as he finally enters you, stretching you deliciously. 

“I missed your cock so much!” You cut yourself off with another moan. You reach upwards and hook your hands behind his shoulders to pull him into you, capturing his lips with yours as he pounds into you. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is deeper than it ever has been before and it cracks slightly on the last word. “You wanna know what I think about when I’m up there on stage?”

You nod, dropping your head backwards and wrapping your legs around him to pull him in deeper. 

“God.” He starts, moaning loudly before continuing on breathlessly. “I think about you. Every fucking time.” He grabs your ankle and tosses it up over his shoulder, making his cock sink even deeper into you. “I imagine you like this. Beneath me. I get so worked up just thinking about it. Like I could just fucking explode right up there on stage."

“Jake.” You whine, but there’s nothing to follow it up with. It’s like you’re in a fog, aware of nothing beyond the man on top of you and the delicious feeling of his cock pounding into you so fucking deep. 

“It gets me so hard, angel. So hard it hurts. All those people screaming my name but it’s you that I’m thinking about.”

"Is that why you hump your poor guitar?" You manage to stutter out breathlessly.

Jake chuckles and nods his head.

"Can't fucking help it "

You lean upwards and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip between your teeth. Your brain can’t seem to create words anymore and all coherent thought has long since flown out the window.

Jake groans into the kiss before dropping his chin to press his forehead into yours. His hips snap into you at a bruising pace and you know that you’ll be sore tomorrow. 

“M’gonna cum, Jake." You warn through clenched teeth. "Fuck I’m cumming!” Your climax is sharp – slicing through you with reckless abandon as Jake keeps fucking you through it. Your entire body trembles and the wet sound of Jake’s length slamming in and out of you is fucking obscene. 

Roughly, Jake grabs your waist and turns you over and your hands scramble to try and catch yourself from face planting into the arm of the sofa. Grabbing your hips in both hands, Jake pulls you back into him to meet each thrust. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of his skin hitting yours and the moans and whines spilling from the both of you 

“Oh my god. Oh my god, Jake. Fuck!” You practically scream. “Right fucking there!”

“You’re mine, angel.” He growls into your ear. “Gonna fill you up. Get you fucking pregnant. Show everyone that you belong to me.” 

“Fill me up, Jake. Sir, please.” The ‘sir’ slips out of you on instinct, and you can feel Jake starting to lose his control. He’s fucking you harder than he ever has – his movements practically feral.

“God, the fans...” He starts, reaching his right hand up to tangle in your hair and pull – causing you to arch backwards into him. “They’re gonna fucking lose it seeing you all big and round with MY baby. Jesus.” 

“I want it so bad, Jake. Knock me up! Please!” Your words are starting to slur together and you can feel it as your body starts to tremble and shake. It feels like your nerve endings are on fire. 

“You’re gonna be so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant, Y/n.” He growls, his pace beginning to falter. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Give it to me, Jake.” You beg, tossing your head back with a moan as he reaches his hand around you to circle your clit. 

“Gonna give it to you, angel. Get you fucking fat and pregnant. Fuck!”

A high pitch moan escapes you as you cum again, and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length has him spilling into you. 

He groans loudly as he finishes – louder than you’ve ever heard him as he rocks his hips into you, making sure to get every last drop of his release deep inside of you. 

Finally, he collapses into you – utterly spent. You both lay there in silence, the sweat covering both of you causing your skin to stick together, though both of you are too tired to care. 

Eventually, he pulls out of you, hissing as he goes. You roll over onto your back, taking in the fucked out expression on his face. 

“Hi.” You say, grinning up at him. 

“Hi, baby.” His smile back to you is soft and his eyes practically glitter as they look at you. “Think it worked?”

You giggle softly. 

“I hope so. If not, we’ll just have to try again.”

“We should probably just go ahead and try again tomorrow anyway. Just to be safe.” 

That draws a real laugh out of you, and he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Y/n.” He says suddenly, pulling away from the kiss with wide eyes. “I’ve just realized something.” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by his abruptness. 

“Your boobs are gonna get so big.” He says with a wolfish grin, and you sigh at him dramatically. 

“Jacob Thomas Kiszka, you are a menace.”

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hi last time i asked for thoughts it went really extremely well and i've been six-obsessed since. i didn't even like a/b/o before but i'm crazy now. anyway you mentioned you have a/b/o notes on pretty much all characters so i'm politely shaking your brain more please 🤲

thanks for the ask <3 very sorry it took me so long to reply - i spent the last two months trying to finish a big fic on ao3, and that took up most of my time and energy. but i've finally managed to scrape together the a/b/o headcanon notes for most of the geese - some longer and more detailed than others - and i hope you enjoy it as much as the six one. feel free to add your own thoughts and opinions :]

thank you to @hollandstrophyhusband for brainstorming with me, and @uncleclam for being a dan expert and helping me come up with the second half of his headcanon!

CW: nsfw, identity issues, self-destructive behavior

A/B/O HEADCANON FOR THE GEESE

Richard – Alpha

He presents very early on, as an Alpha to his own smugness and the annoyance of anyone else. He's flourishing, unstoppable, not afraid to lean into any stereotypes. He wears his status proudly, clogs up the air with the obnoxious stench of Alpha pheromones wherever he goes. 

He's a fucking bastard, pushy towards Omegas without caring whether or not they already have a partner. And he loves to rile up other Alphas, cocky and overconfident as he is. 

It's only when he ends up pressed against a cold, stained wall – fledged, sharp teeth scraping along the tendons of his neck and a knee dug into his growing erection – that the consequences of his actions finally and truly sink in.

Julian – Beta

He's not an Alpha like his brother, strong and resilient and born to become something great. But neither is he an Omega, can't be married off to some strong, influential Alpha. 

He is completely and utterly useless. His mother despises it.

Jacob – Omega

There is an undisclosed box of suppressants crammed between a bottle of mouthwash and a pack of razor blades in the cupboard under his bathroom sink. It sees the artificial light of the bathroom twice a day before it gets pushed back into its hiding place – all the way against the back of the cupboard to make sure not even one of his nameless hookups can find it.

He can't remember the last time he went into heat, and it's not right, it's not healthy, but he can't make himself stop.

His body is beginning to fold under the abuse. It's still holding together, is not on the verge of collapsing, but it's showing in smaller, more painful ways. The inability to regulate body temperature, constant headaches, shaky hands, and recurring bouts of nausea.

What little pheromones still manage to leak through despite the strong suppressants get dampened by scent blockers. He uses sticking plasters to tape them over his glands. They make his skin red and irritated but he can deal with it – he’s fine.

Others think he's a Beta, which is almost just as embarrassing, but at least no Alpha looks down on him, mostly just ignores him – it's a small mercy.

What he's lacking, he tries to make up for in other ways. He seeks out bar after bar, fuck after fuck, desperately trying to compensate for who he truly is.

But there's an itch deep inside him, and no matter how many times he gets his dick wet and presses someone else into sheets underneath him, it's not enough to scratch it, to satiate the hunger within.

There is a part of him, longing and yearning and disgusting, and no matter how hard he desperately tries to get rid of it, it stays.

Luke – Omega

Luke is slutty, has done a lot of stupid, risky things over the years, and he's always half-expected this all to end with a child. But he always assumed he'd be the one knocked up.

A male Omega can impregnate another Omega, though it's rare and risky. That’s why Luke is so shocked when he comes back to find he has a kid.

His instincts are clawing at his insides with the vigor of a wounded animal. Being away from his child hurts, seeing it getting raised by a complete stranger – an Alpha – is even worse.

Dan – Beta

Dan is a beta. There is nothing particularly special about him, though that suits him just fine. He likes being ordinary, being able to slip through the cracks unnoticed, away from prying eyes and unnecessary attention.

He does, however, have a few things to say about their current political system, if one were genuinely interested and patient enough to listen to him – about the oppression of Omegas, the glorification of Alphas, and, above all else, the exploitation of Betas.

But all in all, he's just trying to get through life, keep his head down as much as possible, and being a Beta is pretty convenient for that.

It doesn't keep him from experimenting, of course. There are drugs, altered pheromones that, instead of giving you the kick of a high, can simulate a heat or a rut upon injection. 

Alpha pheromones are much more pricey so Dan mostly keeps to the Omega substances. It's addicting, intoxicating, and he can't help but seek it out, that pleasurable thrill, the feverish lust, if only momentarily.

It's a risky game he's playing, he knows, for the gratification of fleeting ecstasy. He's heard the stories, of people overdoing it and ending up in a constant state of heat, getting trapped in a never-ending spiral of overwhelming pleasure.

But taking drugs is always risky. He's never expected anything less.

Besides, compared to all the other stuff he's got lying around in his flat, being non-stop horny is probably the least of his worries.

Dean – Beta

Dean is a beta. His anger is neither that of a hot-headed Alpha nor is his gentleness rooted in the caring nature of an Omega. He just is. He's never cared much for his secondary gender, has never let it bother him. He's got other things he rather focus his energy on.

Driver – ???

Driver is a fucking mystery. No one knows his secondary gender, but most people aren't brave enough to flat-out ask. 

He's got that unbothered and cool persona of a Beta and the assertive, intimidating facade of an Alpha. But he can also be strangely quiet and shy, almost akin to an Omega.. Sometimes people wonder if he ever even presented in the first place.

Steven – Alpha

Steven is an alpha stuck in a constant state of rut.

Lars – Alpha

He presents late as an Alpha and spends his first rut gently rutting against a pillow, cheeks tear-stained, too overwhelmed to do much else. It's hardly pleasurable, mostly painful, and his father decides to put him on suppressants pretty quickly afterward. He just can't be bothered.

It doesn't really help though. The suppressants keep Lars’ ruts subdued but never truly kill them. He can still feel it, a straining pressure just below the surface; an itch he can never quite satisfy no matter what.

It's frustrating, irritating, keeps him on edge, and makes him fuzzy and restless, but he's too scared to quit the suppressants, the mere thought of going through another rut as maddening and consuming as his first almost unbearable. Albeit, it can't go on like this forever. The suppressants take a toll on his body, and, as stubborn as he is and as frightening as he feels, he knows he's going to have to lay off eventually.

 His next rut is going to be worse than his first, aggressive and forceful. What he needs is someone he can trust. Someone patient, understanding. Soft but firm. An anchor he can hold onto when he finally eases off the suppressants, to soften the rough edges of his rut as it overtakes him, and to hold and soothe him when all is done.

K – Omega

All replicants are designed to be Alpha's, although their DNA has been altered to make them more suitable. The strength and resilience persist, but the rough edges – the ruts and aggression and possessiveness – have been chafed away to make space for a modified, more obedient type of Alpha.

Officer K is made to be an Alpha, just like all the other models, and he does not waste much thought on it, has more important things to focus on. 

That is, until one day and without any warning, he goes into heat.

His madame has just sent him away to hunt down another old replicant gone rogue halfway across the entire city when it happens. It starts slow, a low simmering heat below his skin, a fuzzy vision, and a quickening of his pulse. 

Then it hits him all at once.

It must have been a malfunction, during his creation, while he was being processed. K isn't sure.

He barely manages to drag himself to the nearest hotel before the worst of his heat hits. The next few days are a haze, spent terrified and alone. The skin on his arms and chest is irritated and painful by the end of it, scratched raw by his nails in a desperate attempt to gain back control. 

When he gets back to the police department, he offers his madame the replicant’s bagged eye like a gift and hopes she won't ask why it took longer than usual.

He does not tell her what happened, has instead chosen to chase down illegal heat suppressants on his way back to keep most of his…issue contained. Buying the suppressants off some sketchy dealer has left a bitter taste of guilt behind but the fear of what may happen if someone realizes he's malfunctioned – is nothing but a failed product – is enough to keep him tongue-tied.

They will retire him, K has never been more sure about anything in his entire life. And so he continues to take heavy heat suppressants, drowns out the overwhelming, traitorous smell of an Omega with scent blockers.

It's painful, stressful to always be on guard, in a constant state of fear that someone will find out his secret. But K has made his decision. 

It's fine. After all, it only helps solidify the growing belief that something is truly and fundamentally wrong with him.

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give me love

feral boys x gn!reader

genre: fluff pronouns: they / them word count: 1.5k words warning(s): none (if you think there are, lmk!) artwork by: @/raytoresia on twitter!

synopsis: very similar to their love languages, but rather than how they'd like to receive love it's how they give love

dreamwastaken / clay

how clay gives love: giving gifts

i think sometimes he doesn't word things in the way he truly means it so when he gives you gifts he feels like it kind of makes up for it?

he isn't too affectionate with his words unless he's like straight up flirting with you

so he'll give you gifts to balance it out

clay <3: come outside :]

looking at the text, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion

you had just seen him a couple hours ago before heading back to your own apartment

nonetheless you still went down to see what surprise he had for you

once you reached the doors of the lobby you saw clay standing there, hiding something behind his back

but you were distracted by how cold it was, regretting not bringing a jacket

your hands went to your arms trying to warm yourself up

clay saw this, put whatever he was hiding down, and took the hoodie he was wearing off to put on you

"you're going to get cold though," you said.

"you're going to get cold too," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"well thank you," you said, "what're you doing here?"

he suddenly remembered the gifts he got you and turned around to grab them

turning around quickly, he smiled at you

"for you," he said, holding out roses and chocolate covered strawberries

your heart warmed, knowing that he thought of you

"what are these for?" you asked with a smile on your face, reaching out to hold them

"i just wanted to get you something," he smiled back

"thank you," you said and chuckled. "you coming inside?"

he looked at the time on his phone and shrugged

"why not"

georgenotfound / george

how george gives love: acts of service

we all know that george isn't the most affectionate person

so he does his best to give you love by doing things for you

sighing, you opened the door to your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend

when you left for work, you didn't have the time to clean the apartment up so you were dreading coming home to a messy apartment

but when you opened the door, your apartment was spotless

the surprised look on your face made your boyfriend chuckle and you looked towards him

"did you clean the whole apartment?" you asked him, putting away your shoes and bag

"yeah," he replied.

"thank you," you said with gratitude in your voice

you walked to the couch and sat down, happy you get to rest rather than clean

soon enough you were falling asleep

when you woke up, a pillow was behind your head, blanket across your body and you were now laying down rather than sitting up

you looked around and saw george in the kitchen cooking dinner

"babe?" you called out

"yeah?" he called back

you wrapped the blanket around you and waddled to the kitchen to rest your head on his shoulder as he cooked

"you're cooking dinner too?"

"yeah, i saw you fall asleep and i don't think we've had a home cooked meal in a while so i just thought i'd cook," he explained

you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder

you were beyond happy to be with someone like him

sapnap

how sapnap gives love: physical touch

i think while sapnap was visiting karl it kinda showed that sapnap is preeetty affectionate

when he gets excited he'll reach out toward you to share his excitement

when either he or you aren't feeling the best he'll pull you down on a couch or bed and just cuddle with you

"babe!" sapnap yelled to you from his bedroom

"yes?!" you yelled back

"come here!"

you got up from the couch in the living room and walked to his room

opening the door, you asked, "yes?"

"come sit with me, chat misses you," he said

"are you sure you don't miss me?" you chuckled

"what? me? never? i ain't no simp," he said, trying to act tough,

"mhm, okay" you said, walking to sit next to him

"facecam?" you asked.

"yup"

"what're you doing?" you asked

"playing bedwars," he said, joining a lobby

"team or no?"

"by myself," he said

you nodded and payed attention to how he was playing

it reached the point where sapnap and one other person was left

"you got it babe," you said, trying to encourage him

"mm, i know" he said, being very cocky, clearly he didn't need the encouragement

he then threw a fireball at the other person while crossing a bridge but the other person block clutched

sapnap groaned and ran over to where they were to kill them

he had already gotten their bed earlier to he just needed to kill them

they were both hitting each other and sapnap wasn't making a sound because of how focused he was

and once he got the "victory" screen he jumped in his chair and reached towards you, holding your arm and pulling you into a hug

"babe, i won!" he said, a smile occupying his face

"i know!" you said, a smile occupying your face with happiness for him

karl jacobs

how karl gives love: physical touch

this was quite obvious

karl is definitely an affectionate person

doesn't matter what either of you are doing

he'll love being in your presence and keeping at least a hand on you

it can be holding your hand, resting it on your thigh, keeping his pinky wrapped around yours, resting his head on your shoulder, anything

you and karl were at the mall, looking for something he needed for his stream

he was walking a bit ahead of you, though he didn't notice at first

he reached out to grab your hand but felt nothing

so he looked around and saw you were walking a bit behind him

he grabbed your pinky with his and continued walking

he finally reached the store he was looking for and walked faster, kinda dragging you along with him

you chuckled and walked a bit faster so you were next to him

"you were going a bit fast there, silly," you said.

"well, maybe you were going too slow, ever thought of that?" he challenged

you stopped walking, looked at him with an expressionless face, let go of his pinky, and walked in without him

"wait no!" he called after you

you were being petty and decided to give him the silent treatment

"babe, talk to me" he exaggerated out

you were just looking around the store till you found something you like and brought it to the cash register

karl followed you, getting what he wanted and putting it down in front of the cashier with your stuff

he rested his head on your shoulder and grabbed your pink with his

but you didn't wrap yours around his

he huffed out in frustration and payed for both of your things

you both walked out with his pinky wrapped tightly around yours

he seemed to have enough of your games and grabbed your shoulders and forced you to face him

"will you please just hold my pinky!" he said in distress

you laughed and held his pinky then brought him to the food court

quackity / alex

how alex gives love: remembering the little things

he may seem like the careless type but when it comes to someone he loves he definitely cares

he may not show it a lot but whenever you bring up something you like alex makes a mental note of it

you were finishing up an assignment you had that was due at midnight but you were starting to get hungry

you were thinking of calling your boyfriend to see if he wanted to get food but you didn't want to bother him'

so you sucked it up and continued with finishing your assignment

though, a knock on your front door distracted you from your work

you got up from your desk and looked through the peephole to see your boyfriend standing there with your favorite fast food

you opened the door and smiled at him

"how did you know?" you asked, letting him in

"i remember you telling me you had a big assignment to work on and i know you don't really feed yourself so,"

you laughed and hugged him, "thank you," "you remember my order?" you asked, looking through the food and seeing that he didn't mess up a single thing

got all the right sauces and remembered to not get any pickles on it

"yeah, i've remembered since the first time you ordered, nimrod" he said, insulting you so he didn't seem so sappy

"well thanks, doofus" you said, kissing his cheek

[tache-noire]

Every Mark's Dream

Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual content)

Pair: MJF/Reader (dedicated to @rickrude for valentine's day :D )

Content: Blowjob, face-fucking, degradation, facial

Warnings: MJF being MJF

Summary: Oops, you got off the elevator on the wrong floor. Oops, turns out MJF's room is directly above yours! Surely he won't assume you're a horny stalker trying to break into his room, right? Right????

AO3 link

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"Well, get on with it. I don't have all day, bud."

You don't think you've ever seen anyone look this bored with their dick out before. Like this is such an inconvenience for The Salt Of The Earth, Greatest Champion Ever Maxwell Jacob Friedman, but he's doing it for you. Granting you the honor of sucking him off in his hotel room (which you weren't trying to break into, you didn't realize you got off on the wrong floor, but he's not listening). Well... You can't lie to yourself and say this isn't a wet dream come true, at least. He's so sickeningly cocky and self-absorbed, and if he was literally anyone else that's where it'd end. But instead, he has to have that lopsided smile and perfect body and unbelievable ass packed in his trunks that you swear is burned into your retinas from how long you've spent staring at it on every screen available.

Oh yeah, and the cock currently hanging right in your face.

You raise your hands, then place them back in your lap. Maxwell scoffs above you.

"Don't be a little bitch about it. You really wanna waste the opportunity of a lifetime?"

No, you don't. With his permission, you run your hands up his thighs-- tan and impossibly smooth, freshly waxed and moisturized-- and give them a tentative squeeze. Firm, like you've always dreamed. You scoot a little closer, glancing up for some hint of approval. It's not much, but the champion's boredom has turned to a sardonic smirk, and that's enough for you. He's generous enough to hold his cock out for you --only half hard-- so you can keep feeling him up as you wrap your lips around his tip.

"Fuckin' finally. I put my busy routine on pause for some ring rat stalker, and they can't even do the one thing they're good for without my help. Unbelievable."

You moan softly at that, sucking Maxwell's cock down to the base while it still fits in your mouth. He's heavy on your tongue, tasting like clean skin and nothing else, smelling like hotel soap where your nose is buried in his pubes. He'd opened the door in nothing but a towel the third time your keycard was declined, after all... Fuck, you wish you could have had him somewhere else, some other time, in the locker room right after a match... You press a hand between your own legs and grind against your palm. Once you've worked him to full hardness (thick and perfect, like everything else), Maxwell moves his hand to the back of your head. He guides your mouth up and down his length at a leisurely pace, just testing the waters. You take what he gives you with ease. He doesn't give you much more than a little huff and hitch in his breath, but you can feel the muscles in his thighs tense when you flick the tip of your tongue under the head of his cock.

You look up at him again while you hollow your cheeks and suck hard, from root to tip. And finally, you get a real reaction. His brow furrows and he groans through his teeth, tightening his grip on the back of your neck.

"Oh, fuck, that's a good slut."

This time, he feels you moan around him. And he doesn't let it go.

"You like that, you dumb whore? Oh, of fucking course you do."

You catch a glimpse of that cruel, lopsided smile right before Maxwell forces his dick down your throat. Your hands fly up to his hips on instinct, but he's too strong. You can't push him away or pry yourself off, just take what he's giving you.

"Of course you love this. Every braindead mark on the planet is the same, everybody pretends they wanna fight with MJF, but deep down, they're all just like you."

He gives you a few slow thrusts to adjust, before really starting to fuck your face. He holds your head in both hands, keeping your face tilted up to look him in the eye, even though tears are starting to blur your vision.

"Just a stupid fucking rat that gets off on knowing they're beneath me."

You gag on him with every single thrust and you've never been so fucking turned on in your life. You're not pushing anymore, just holding on, probably leaving marks with how hard you're gripping his hips. And because he's right and you're just some trashy mark slut, you can't help but reach around to squeeze his ass like you've always wanted. And that gets a hell of a reaction out of him. He pulls you off and smacks you in the side of the head, hard enough to rattle you for a moment.

"You wanna do that shit, it's gonna cost you."

You stare, wide-eyed and panting... Then glance at your suitcase. Your wallet's in there---

"Oh my god, you thought I was serious! God, you're really that fucking pathetic!"

Maxwell grabs you by the jaw, holding your mouth open with his thumb pressed to your tongue. He's still chuckling to himself while he jerks off, just inches from your face. In spite of everything-- the humiliation, the slap to the head, your own last shreds of dignity-- you whine and try to get him back in your mouth. He easily holds you back. He streaks your face with his cum instead, smearing the last drops on your lip before letting you go. You lick them off as soon as your tongue is free, savoring the taste. You'd hoped he would have come in your mouth, or down your throat...

"Here. Don't wanna waste the opportunity of a lifetime again, do we?"

Maxwell wipes the rest of his spunk off your face with two fingers, and holds them out for you, still smirking. You gladly take them, sucking and running your tongue between the digits. You don't protest or pull back even when he curls them and purposely gags you. You don't let go until every last trace of him is gone.

"Hm. Not bad, I can't lie. Might even be in the top 20."

You smile dumbly. It's pretty high praise, coming from Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

And then he kicks you in the chest, knocking you aside and out of his way.

"Now get the fuck out of my room. I have to get ready for you shitty goddamn marks. Go."

You scramble to your feet and mumble a 'thank you.' He responds with a bellowed 'FUCK OFF ALREADY!' when you're already halfway out the door.

[peralta-guaranteed]

After that Jake-Mac-Rosa fic, you dropped this queen: 👑 Next time, a Jake-Mac-Holt piece?

Oh dang, THAT's where I left it. Thank you for that. 🤪

Grandpa Holt is always a pleasure to write, but let's try for some Dad Holt too...

"Is everything alright, Peralta?"

Jake has been sitting off to the side of the group for a while now, so Holt finds it necessary to inquire. He's not used to the eager detective being so closed off and quiet unless something is wrong, and nothing he can think of right now strikes him as 'wrong': they have been celebrating the end of a rather arduous case for Diaz and Boyle, and Peralta had been as helpful as he could be as a tertiary, which was not his preferred position at all. The first round at Shaw's had been paid by himself as Captain, obviously, and the next by Diaz, so Boyle has promised to shoulder the third, were it to happen. Ergo Peralta could not be thinking about his usual money problems, which have lessened anyway ever since Santiago took over his budgeting.

That means something else entirely must be 'wrong' in order for Jake to keep out of the conversation, only reply when he is mentioned by name, and drift off to a corner of the bar while the other congregate around the various game options of the room.

"I'm good, Captain, thanks." Jake answers with a smile and an obvious lie, so Holt doesn't even bother replying, just raises one of his eyebrows a quarter of an inch, which he knows usually gets him results with Peralta. The ensuing sigh shows that it is still working.

"It's just..." Jake shrugs and rubs the back of his neck, another tell of his discomfort. "This is my first night out alone since the baby."

"Indeed." Holt replies. "I remember your phone call to Amy to inform her you would be back late today."

"Yeah." His hand is still on his neck, the other one clutched around his half empty beer bottle. "She told me to have fun. But..uh... I still kinda feel like I shouldn't be here."

"Do you think having a child robs you of autonomity? I know I am not speaking from experience, here, but it does seem to me like you are allowed to enjoy time away from your family, especially if your spouse insists you do."

"Getting drunk at a bar while my kid might be crying at home doesn't feel like the responsible thing to do, is all."

"Ah, I see." Holt nods, and he does see - he actually sees a lot more than what Jake might be trying to imply in his statement. He remembers how he used to self-medicate with alcohol in the past, after ending his relationship with that defense attorney, or even before, while feeling heartbroken over Santiago. He also remembers anecdotes about his father's drinking, not from Peralta himself, obviously, but from the rest of the squad, whenever Jake would cancel on a promised night out after Roger Peralta's visits. As much as Holt hates idioms, one of his most despised is probably 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree', and Jake seems to fear it as well.

"Here is my solution, then, if you are willing to listen." Jake looks up at Holt as he's standing in front of him, and his hand drops from his neck. "You make the beer you are currently drinking your last for the night, and spend some quality time with your colleagues instead, enjoying a few parlour games, and then you head home at an agreeable time and still see your child before he falls asleep."

Jake grins and takes a sip of his beer.

"Sounds like a plan, Cap." He nods, and Holt doesn't ignore the fact that Jake has been using this shortened nickname for him a lot lately, and how eerily similar it sounds to 'Dad' in his voice.

(An hour later, he receives a picture on his cellphone from Peralta: The man himself, asleep on his couch, with his infant son equally asleep on his chest. Santiago must have commandeered his phone, and Holt is glad for it.)

-*-

"Grampa!"

The sound of that little voice echoes through the hallway as loudly as the ensuing footsteps, and Holt feels something warm and solid wrap around his legs.

"Hello, McClane." He smiles down at the little boy currently clutching his knees, and he smiles back before raising his arms in an obvious demand to be lifted up. Holt obeys it immediately.

He notices Mac looks surprisingly tired for an otherwise very energetic two year old, and Amy, who's now following him to Holt's side, looks equally exhausted.

"Good afternoon, Captain. I'm so sorry, I should've messaged you that I have to bring Mac in for an hour, the babysitter cancelled and the day care couldn't keep him longer than-"

"It is quite alright, Santiago. McClane knows how to behave himself at the precinct, right?" He gives the little boy in his arms a look, and receives a strong and eager nod in reply, the curls on his head bouncing back and forth. If anyone were ever to question Peralta's parentage, that alone would classify them as an imbecile. "I can watch him for the time being, if you have paperwork you need to get in order before leaving for the day."

"God, Captain Holt, would you- that would be so- I was going to ask Rosa, because I know she's at her desk-"

Amy seems far more frazzled than usual, and Holt realises that her regular schedule must be in quite a disarray, considering she has been a single parent for about a week now. Mac must not have been making it easy for her, either, nor must the baby currently growing in her stomach, which has started to show about a month ago, at which point they finally informed the squad about it (when everyone had already figured it out just like last time).

"RoRo!" Mac yells, happily, almost leaning out of Holt's arms, but he quickly hugs him tighter.

"Your aunt Rosa is working, McClane, and we should not interrupt her. We can spend the time in my office, and you can draw if you would like."

"Roro working." He echoes like a little parrot. "Like Daddy."

"That's right." Holt has learned from the parenting homepages he's visited that you are to encourage a child trying to talk and string together a coherent topic, no matter how long it might take.

"Daddy's working away." Mac continues, and out of the corner of his eye Holt sees Amy's forehead wrinkle in worry.

"Yes, your father is in New Jersey for the week to work on a special case." It's not a dangerous case at all, rather a boring standard task that happened to involve some out-of-state suspects, but Jake had still been trying to hand off that trip to anyone who might be willing to help him out. Seeing his son with bags under his eyes and his wife with stresslines around her mouth and her hand on her belly, Holt understands why.

"He comes back." Mac says next, and it is a statement, but the look in his eyes makes it a question, and Holt is quick to answer. He's glad that he has a definite answer to that, instead of the empty promises and assurances he sometimes has to make as the head of a police department.

"Yes, your father will be back soon. In two days, in fact."

Mac holds up two grubby little fingers, and Holt nods with so much fervor it surprises himself.

"Very good, that is two. Only two days and two nights until your father is back home." The worry in Mac's eyes seems to dimish a little at that as he stares at his own fingers. "If we go to my office, we can check on the calendar exactly how long that is." He barely waits for another nod before taking the diaper bag out of Santiago's hands, who whispers a quiet, but relieved "Thank you" to him. He understands again that it means far more than to thank him for taking care of the child for an hour so.

(If he uses that hour to assure Mac several times that no matter what, his father will always find a way back to him with far more emotion in his voice than he'd usually use, well, no one needs to know. Peralta certainly seems happy about the picture he sends him of Mac with his captain's hat behind his desk.)

-*-

"Congratulations." Holt's hand on his shoulder is heavy, but not uncomfortably so, and it gives a quick squeeze before dropping.

They've done the whole customary introduction to the newborn baby, the apparently necessary picture round, and now Kevin is having an amicable chat with Amy in her hospital bed. They've waited two days for their official visit, to give the new parents a chance to get at least a few of their bearings. (Holt was there merely an hour after the birth, of course, with the rest of the squad, but that was a moment of joyful chaos and many voices.) Now the room is filled with an almost serene quiet, Amy's and Kevin's voices low and comfortable in the background as Holt watches the man he truly considers a son hold up his new granddaughter.

"Do you want to hold her again? I know you already did for the photos but-"

Holt only nods and takes the infant out of his hands with perfect ease. He's more used to a wriggling toddler now, but he still clearly remembers the days when Mac was equally quiet and frail in his arms. The little one in them now is asleep amidst all that is happening, her tiny mouth open just a fraction, and he feels her arm bump against his chest while she seems to be having a dream.

"She is as perfect as her older brother, Jake."

"Yeah." Jake smiles, and there's nothing of that boisterous, loud, cocky detective grin left in it that he used to know. It is soft and kind and full of love, and it might be one of Holt's favourite expressions. "Amy did a superb job again."

"As did you."

"I'm sure I don't gotta explain this to you, Cap, but I didn't really do much." Jake jokes, and Holt can tell he's trying to divert the attention to a simpler topic, but sometimes things must be said.

"You do a lot, Jacob." He continues, then. "Far more than a lot of fathers do. Far more than many would expect of you. And you do it all perfectly right, with heart and determination."

Jake nods, swallowing down a lump in his throat, it seems, and it might be a step too far for his already emotional state, but Holt feels like it needs to accompany his accolades.

"I am very proud of you, son."

Jake is very obviously fighting back tears as he replies.

"Thanks, dad."

The little girl in Holt's arms stirs right at this moment, and Jake seems to want to interject immediately in fear that she'll start crying, but she simply stares up at Holt with impossibly big, brown eyes for the first time. And he realises, just as he did two years ago when Mac's little hand tightened around his finger for the first time, that there is a child in this world that he would literally do anything for. There are four of them now, even if two of them have not fallen under the category of a child for several decades.

"Hello, Maya." He says to the little face that seems to be inspecting him. "I'm Captain Raymond Holt. Your grandfather."

He looks up at Kevin and Amy, who've stopped their conversation while Amy is lifting her phone in their direction, and then at Jake, who's looking at Maya as well with shining eyes. Then he looks back down at Maya, stretching her arms out of her swaddle as if she's reaching for him.

"You are a very lucky little girl."

[astcrownaut]

A/N: I keep seeing people like my old Jacob Frye x Reader post and now I'm low key simping for him again so I figured a lengthy drabble would suffice to get me back into this game. If you have any suggestions, even if for random characters don't hesitate to ask! I do apologize for not putting much interaction with the battle scenes. It's not my best area and rather go straight to their interactions outside of it.

Word Count: 1,374

Characters: 7,424

Prompt: "I think I'm in love with you."

"Not the best idea you ever had, but I'll happily take it."

Why did you have to join along with Jacob and his shenanigans? Why must you torture yourself? If it weren't for his dashingly good looks (don't ever tell him that, he already had a substantial ego as it is, no need to further enlarge it), you wouldn't be in this situation at all. 

He had pleaded for your assistance in taking out a Blighters hideout in the heart of Westminster. He explained that conquering the hideout would benefit in conquering all of Westminster. If it had been a random hideout you would've declined. However given how much of a hindrance they've been as of late, on top of Jacob giving puppy eyes (an adorable sight, you may add), it was impossible denying such a request; though you had claimed you were only doing it as part of your duty as an assassin. 

You had known the twins for quite a long time during your time in the British Brotherhood of Assassin's. You had trained alongside them up until the twins' father had passed. During that time you developed a long-term crush on the younger twin, which Evie had noticed. For years she would tease you about it. Well, she did, until you began teasing her about Henry once he came around. All of a sudden she would hush you with a red face. Anytime he needed help, you were right by his side. You didn't know if it was due to that crush of yours or if it was because you knew how reckless he was. 

Probably both.

It was no easy battle either, much to your displeasure. Jacob had decided going in with a bang would be the best bet. Note: it was not; a bad decision really, but it's from Jacob, what did you expect? It was harder for you to stealth your way in since they were alarmed and already heading your way. A lengthy battle filled with scattered dead bodies and a bountiful of curses towards Jacob, which he laughed at when able to. You did get the occasional hit, however, the worst damage you had gotten was a deep gash on your arm. You had focused entirely on the blight in front of you, giving the blight on your side to slash his knife on your raised arm. You had hissed in pain, the burning sensation worsening after handling the blight in front of you. Jacob noticed your hiss and took out the blight before he could do more damage. Luckily that had been the last blight needing to be taken down. A successful mission, excluding that hefty gash on you. 

While awaiting for rooks to come and establish themselves, Jacob began tending to your wound. Well, tried to at least. It was entertaining seeing him struggling to find clothes and water in the hideout. You weren't sure if it was due to fatigue or worry. Regardless, it somewhat resembled a headless chicken running about. While he was busy searching, you took a blight's shirt and tore a strip to wrap around your arm in order to stop the bleeding. You ended up searching for an aide kit as well since you figured you would have better luck finding it than Jacob, who was spewing curses. If you weren't so lightheaded you would have laughed. Minutes had passed and your search was uneventful, causing you to slightly panic. 

In the midst of your panic, Jacob came behind you and grabbed your shoulder. You jumped before turning around and grabbed his arm with your injured one, pain shooting up your arm. With a hiss, you released his arm to cradle your injured arm to your chest. 

"Now what was the point of doing that, knowing it was going to hurt?" Jacob scolded, his eyebrows furrowing while he squinted. 

"What's the point of grabbing me, knowing it was a bad idea?" You retorted, sarcasm oozing in your voice. A scowl formed on your face as you glared at him. Jacob could only roll his eyes, "Just sit down so I can tend to your wounds unless you wish to let it get infected." He warned. You glared at him once more before letting out a sigh and sitting on a nearby crate. There was no point in arguing with him, with him being as stubborn as a mule it was futile. It didn't help you get more light-headed by the minute either. So, you caved in and let him tend to your wounds with no remarks. 

It was silent as Jacob tended to your wounds while you alternated between looking at him and looking at your wound. For as reckless and thoughtless as he is, you were impressed by his skill in cleaning out your wound and bandaging it. You couldn't help but watch his skilled hands tending to you and let your thoughts wander.

"You're staring," Jacob mumbled, his eyes not once leaving your arm. Your eyes widened and looked away as you ignored the burning sensation on your face. 

"So? How else am I supposed to make sure you don't do more damage to me?" You raised an eyebrow, though a smile toyed with your lips.

"I'm wounded that you believe I'm incapable of catering to injuries. How do you think I can fight after every mission?" A frown took over his face, his eyes glancing up at you before dabbing your wound with antibiotics. You hissed in pain, getting a small apology from Jacob in the process. 

"I figured it was either Evie or a rook cleaning your wounds if it were dire enough."

“Continuing to wound me, I see? The least you could do is tell me what you’re thinking.” He let out a small chuckle, dropping the antibiotic rag and unwrapping the bandages.

You had grown silent, chewing on your lip. You were debating telling him, though you feared losing the relationship you have with Jacob. It wasn’t just your crush that lured you to him. No, it was his personality. With him, you felt so carefree and able to joke around (even going as far as pranking each other). He was really the only one you felt you could let your walls down besides Evie.

“Dove?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” You blurted out, looking up at him and watching his reaction. His eyes weren’t on you and instead focused on finishing up bandaging your arm. Though he had no real emotion on his face, he was quiet. Nerves began to eat at you. What if it wasn’t mutual? Did you ruin it? 

"Not the best idea you ever had, but I'll happily take it." He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised, a smirk on his lips. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “And joining you in this foolery was better than being in love with you?”

“A poor mistake, really.”

You let out a snort. You mulled over his words, butterflies flowing through you. ‘I’ll happily take it’. You paused, “Wait, so you’re fine with this?” Confusion was written all over your face. It wasn’t exactly a rejection, nor was it really an acceptance. What..?

Jacob stood up, and before you could react, he placed his hands on the side of your legs, effectively trapping you. Your breath hitched as he leaned closer to you. “As if my response weren’t any clearer, let me give you a more concrete answer.” He leaned closer until your lips connected. Your hand instinctively went to cupping his face as you reciprocated the kiss. Your lips felt as if they were perfect for his own. If you were able to, you would kiss him all day if he permitted. He pulled back, much to your displeasure. Slightly panting, you look down at his lips before staring into his ocean blue eyes that was staring into your own.

“Did that answer your question?” That cocky smirk was still on his face, causing you to scowl.

“Just shut up and keep kissing me.” You gripped his shirt and crashed your lips onto his. He let out a small laugh against your lips. He listened to your demand and deepened the kiss. After all, who was he to deny such a request from someone he’s been enchanted by?

[stylesluxx]

imprint – p.lahote

[warnings: angst, swearing, an anxiety attack]

summary: in which y/n thinks it's just the imprint talking | part two

word count: 6,171

masterlist

"Long night?"

You sighed and turned around to face your best friend. You've known Jacob for as long as you can remember. You went to the same schools (you begged your parents to keep you together) and his house was a two-minute walk from yours.

"Very," You nodded and turned back around to shove your chemistry textbook in your locker.

"I can't believe you spend your nights looking through this stupid textbook."

"I can't believe you think it's okay to bother me at 8 AM," You retorted playfully and shut your locker.

"Don't be friends with me then," He shrugged and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you started walking to your first class.

"I hope those two idiots are on time."

"Embry and Quil? On-time? Come on, Y/N, let's be realistic here."

You laughed and shook your head as you walked into your Spanish class. You happily greeted your teacher and sat in your usual spot in the middle of the class. Jake took the seat next to you and you looked over at the empty seats Quil and Embry would later occupy.

The bell rang, signifying the start of the first period and you felt Jacob move to take your backpack off your back.

"You really must be tired," He chuckled and set the bag next to your seat.

"You have no idea," You yawned and put your hand up to cover your mouth.

Quil and Embry ran into the room, panting and heaving, right after the morning announcements ceased.

"Typical," You mumbled.

They apologized to the teacher for disrupting the class before moving to their seats. As they walked in front of your table, you stuff a foot out and watched Quil trip and push Embry forward involuntarily.

"Watch it, you clumsy idiot!" Embry whisper-yelled, making you giggle.

"It was Y/N's fault. She tripped me," Quil argued as they both took their seats.

Quil and Embry were a package deal. One summer you went to Boston to visit some family and when you came back, Jacob had made some new friends. At the age of eight, you were used to having Jacob all to yourself but the two idiots refused to leave you alone once you came back just in time for school. The two boys grew on you fairly quickly (they brought you candy every day to get on your good side) and the four of you grew super close, they were practically your brothers.

You glanced around the classroom to see if anyone was distracted by the two idiots but at this point, no one bothered paying the two any attention.

You noticed there was one empty seat left and you realized the spot belonged to Paul Lahote.

Paul Lahote was an enigma. Well, only to you. Everyone knew he was hotheaded and cocky but there was something about him that pulled you in. As deluded as it sounded, you believed there to be another side to Paul Lahote.

You looked away from the empty seat and fixed your eyes on the classroom door opening and closing. There he was, in all his glory.

Jacob scoffed and rolled his eyes as he watched you become entranced in the boy you had a crush on.

"Still don't know what you see in him," Jacob whispered.

"I have a thing for unrequited love," You shrugged.

Paul would usually walk in with a boastful smirk on his face but today it was replaced with a frown and his eyebrows were furrowed in discomfort.

He quietly talked to the teacher and handed her a note. She nodded and took the piece of paper from him, setting it on her desk.

He kept his head down as he trudged over to his seat by the window and sat down. His head immediately met the table, his arms in between his head and the desk to give him some comfort.

"Have you guys ever thought about setting alarms?"

You scoffed at this question that was directed toward Embry and Quil. It was lunchtime and your hand was moving fast, trying to finish your Spanish homework so you wouldn't have to waste time doing it at home.

"Ashley, do you think they've ever even heard of alarm clocks?" You questioned.

Ashley was first introduced to the group during freshman year. She was new to La Push but had no issue walking up to you and asking for a friend.

"I figured since it's the first day, we could just be each other's comfort," She shrugged.

Of course, she didn't know about the boys but she was soon introduced to them during gym class. Quil embarrassingly kicked a ball directly in her face, causing her to turn red, clearly infuriated.

"Of course this happens on the first day," You sighed and ran over to her. "Are you okay? I'm really sorry about my friend. He was born uncoordinated."

"Yeah, no kidding," She huffed and rubbed her red cheek that was beginning to swell.

She was still making Quil pay for the incident. Every time she wanted something from him, she'd milk the remind him of "the most tragic moment in La Push history." 

She wanted him to get lunch for her?

"Quil, remember when you almost shattered my face? Well, I do. It was the first day of high school. Can you go get me lunch?”

He’d just sigh and shake his head before standing up and doing whatever she asked.

While Embry and Quil argued over whose fault it was that they were always late, Ashley turned to you, head on palm and elbow on the table.

"So how's day one million of crushing on Paul Lahote?" She teased and of course, Jacob just rolled his eyes.

You reached over and tugged at his long hair gently, making him swat your hand away.

"Day one million of my ordinary life is going great," You nodded with a smile.

"You do realize, he's just your typical arrogant asshole, correct?" Embry spoke up.

"Well, it's not like I'll ever have to deal with it. As if he'd even think about talking to me," You blew a raspberry and scooped up a spoonful of the rice sitting on your plate.

"Speak of the devil," Ashley grinned and elbowed your ribs, making you jolt up from your sulking position.

You watched as he practically dragged himself over to the lunch line and grabbed a tray.

Any other day you'd watch his pretty brown eyes follow around the prettiest girls at school and give them a wink. Any other day, your heart would drop to your ass and you'd sigh in defeat. But today his bright smile stayed hidden and you watched as he scowled uncomfortably.

"Looks like someone's in a bad mood today," Quil observed.

"Oh, thank you, Captain Obvious. What was the giveaway?" Ashley quipped, her and Quil rolling their eyes at the same time.

"You guys realize he's human and can have a bad day, right?" You asked and watched him flop into a seat at an empty table.

"Oh really? I would've thought he was a god the way he walked around here," Jacob spoke sarcastically while chewing his food.

"He's just... misunderstood."

—

Days went by and Paul just stopped coming to school. The day after he came in looking out of place, he came to school two periods in, and then the day after that he just left school early. That was the last time you saw him.

For the first couple of days, you looked for him but after a week, you just gave up. Weeks went by and there was no sign of him, you just hoped that he was okay.

"Still have hope your little boyfriend isn't a high school dropout?" Jacob teased as he saw you look over at Paul's empty seat.

"Are you obsessed with him?" You rolled your eyes and hit his water bottle obnoxiously, knocking it down. "You guys always bring him up. Are you sure you're not the one crushing on him?”

"Don't disrespect me. If I was interested in guys, it definitely wouldn't be Lahote; I love myself enough."

You rolled your eyes again and scoffed before telling him to “just shut up.”

Once the bell finished ringing, Embry and Quil rushed in claiming they weren't late. Quil learned to walk behind your table instead of in front and tugged at your hair.

"Jackass," You mumbled and rubbed your head.

15 minutes into the lesson, the door opened and shut but you didn't bother to lift your head until you heard the voice.

"I apologize for being late," He spoke smoothly and your head whipped up in shock.

You watched the boy hand a note to the teacher with a smug grin on his face.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Jacob mumbled and raised an eyebrow.

"He looks much better," You mumbled back as you watched him confidently walk through the classroom and claim his seat.

"Yeah, and he got all muscly and tall. How do you gain that much height so quickly?"

"And you're sure you don't have a crush on him?"

But Jacob was right. When Paul disappeared he was scrawny and 5'11" but now he was muscular and at least 6'4". And was that a tattoo? He wore a shirt that showed off his muscles and a tattoo that wasn't there when he disappeared.

Once Spanish class let out everyone rushed out the classroom and in the doorway, you spotted Jared Cameron. Paul walked out ahead of you and met Jared, punching his shoulder playfully and laughing at whatever his newfound friend had said.

And now that you saw the two together, you remembered that Jared too disappeared earlier that year. He was in your second-period math class and one day he was there and the next he wasn't. He also looked sick the days leading up to his absence and came back taller and muscular. You looked closely and saw they both had the same tattoo in the same spot.

"Don't stare too hard, Creep," You heard Embry's voice.

You shoved him away before turning around and walking to your next period.

The day slowly dragged on and before you knew it you were in chemistry, the dreadful class right before lunch. You listened to your teacher drone on and on about something you didn't understand. By the end of the lesson you realized you'd have to skip lunch to get some help, so you sent the group chat a quick text before grabbing your things and moving to the front of the classroom. You sat down and politely asked the teacher for help, which she happily agreed to.

You were in the middle of balancing a formula when you heard feet shuffling into the classroom.

"Do you mind if I pick up some of the work I missed? It's all been excused."

"Sure, Paul. Let me head upstairs and grab it from my office. Just wait here," The teacher said and stood up from the chair. "And keep going Y/N, you're doing great!"

You nodded and kept your eyes on your paper as she retreated from the classroom. You finished the problem you were on and started working on the next one but you were stumped. This problem was nothing like the first and different rules had to be applied.

"I can't," You muttered to yourself and tossed your pencil down on the desk.

You pulled away from the desk and raised your head to look at the board in front of you but your eyes met another pair.

You weren't expecting Paul to be leaning against the board directly in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He must've looked over when he heard you speak and your eyes met coincidentally.

You gave him a forced and awkward smile when you realized he wasn't looking away. His arms fell to his sides and his mouth gaped as he continued to stare.

"Uh, are you alright?" You asked him and gave him a concerned look.

Before he could answer, the chem teacher came back in the room with a stack of papers in her hands. Paul quickly turned his attention to her, grabbed the papers, and whispered a soft thank you before bolting out of the room.

You felt your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment and turned your focus back to the paper in front of you.

For the rest of the day, you tried to push that moment to the back of your mind. You couldn't believe that was your first encounter with Paul. You were so embarrassed you weren't even going to tell your friends because you knew you'd never hear the end of it.

The rest of the day and into the next goes completely uneventful until it's time for lunch.

You were at your locker with Jacob, switching out notebooks and binders, teasing him about how he was drooling in his sleep during first period.

"You were snoring too," You lied, trying to get a reaction out of him.

"You are such a liar. What do you even gain from lying?"

You laughed and went to respond but were cut off by the view of Paul Lahote walking in your direction. He turned to look at Jared who just shooed him over with a hand motion, before turning back around, his eyes on you.

You ignored Jacob trying to regain your attention and gave Paul a gentle smile and prayed you wouldn't embarrass yourself.

"Hi, I'm Paul. Lahote. Paul Lahote. I've never really introduced myself which is weird because you're... stunning and we're in the same grade and I think we have some classes together," He babbled on nervously, making your eyebrows crinkle while you tried to keep up with what he was saying.

"I'm Y/N," You cut off his rambling and reached your hand out for him to shake.

He looked at it for a second before looking back at you with a smile and reaching his hand out to meet yours. You stood like this for a few moments, your hand in his and his eyes on you in awe.

Jacob cleared his throat and pulled Paul out of his trance as he turned to glare at Jacob, dropping your hand in the process.

"Is there something you needed?" You saved Jacob from Paul's death glare with this question.

Paul's head snapped toward you and he started to grow red in embarrassment or nervousness, you couldn't tell.

"I was, uh, I was wondering if you'd go on a date with me?"

You lightly gasped, unnoticeable to anyone but you, and your eyes slightly widened.

"O-oh wow," You mumbled and bent your head to look at the binder in your hands, trying to avoid the three sets of eyes on you. You felt the heat rise to your face and a shy smile grow. You weren't used to this type of attention especially from the boy you've been crushing on for three years, so you were a mix of nervous and shocked and happy. You were feeling everything at once.

"Only if you want to!" He started to backtrack when you didn't give him an answer.

You looked back up at him and shook your head at his words but you realized it looked like you were rejecting him when his face started to fall, disheartened.

"No! I mean, no, I don't mean no. I mean yes, I'll go on a date with you," You stammered, trying to clear everything up.

"Okay cool," He nodded and his pretty smile returned to his face. "I'll pick you up Saturday at noon?"

"Yeah, okay, sounds good."

"Okay cool," He repeated before walking away, making sure to give you a shy wave as he went toward Jared.

"What... the hell was that?" Jacob broke his silence and looked at you wide-eyed as you kept your eyes on Paul's retreating figure.

"Looks like I got a date."

—

The days leading up to your date had to be the most delightful days you've ever experienced while in high school.

On Wednesday morning, you were greeted by a smiley Paul who was leaning against your locker.

"Good morning," You smiled as he moved off your locker and leaned on the one next to yours.

"Morning! I thought I'd walk you to first period."

"Oh wow, you'll be early to class today," You teased, making him laugh and nod.

On Thursday, Paul walked you to class again; of course, you weren't complaining, you'd take any opportunity to talk to him. On this day, he met you at the doorway of the chem room and walked you to the cafeteria.

You thanked him as he opened the door for you and got hot in the face when you saw Ashley give you a wink and a thumbs up from the lunch table.

He kept you company as you waited in the lunch line and separated once you sat at your table, softly bidding you a good rest of the day.

And on Friday, everything was repeated but with a new addition.

Paul was waiting for you in the lobby and usually, Jacob would be trailing behind you but it was boys night for the boys and girls night for you and Ashley. So Jacob was catching a ride with Embry and Quil and Ashley was already waiting by your Jeep.

"Do you just want my schedule so you won't have to wait longer than you need to?" You asked him with a playful smirk.

"Then I'd officially be stalking you," He played along and followed you outside. He took your umbrella from your hands, opened it, and held it over your head to shield you from the rain.

"Are you always such a gentleman?" You giggled and looked up at him, his eyes already set on you and filled with admiration. "And it's not stalking if I want to be pursued."

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow.

You turned away and gave Ashley a quick smile once you reached the car.

"Do you need a ride?" You asked the boy next to you, turning back to face him.

"No, I've got a ride with Jared. But I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Can't wait," You confirmed and took the umbrella from his hands.

You shut the umbrella and got in the car as Paul walked over to Jared. You set the umbrella on the floor in the back and your backpack on the seat. Ashley followed your lead and punched your shoulder in excitement.

"Stop it," You whined and rubbed your shoulder.

As you pulled out of the parking spot, you drove by Paul and gave him one last wave before driving home to start the weekend.

Paul arrived the next day at exactly noon. When you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house, you sprinted down the stairs to make sure neither of your parents got there before you. You already told them you were going out with a friend earlier in the week but they assumed it was one of the dorks you usually spent your time with and you let them think that. You didn't want to introduce them to Paul just for things to not work out. It even took you a while to introduce them to Ashley. People meeting your parents is a sacred thing, a rite of passage if you will.

"You look gorgeous. You are gorgeous!" He greeted you with a bright smile.

"Thank you, though I'm just wearing jeans and a sweatshirt," You shrugged and shut the door behind you. "No offense, but you look tired. Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Oh no, it's okay," He shook his head and his eyes fell toward the ground while he thought of a response. "I just was anxious about the date is all. Couldn't really sleep much."

He walked you over to his truck and opened the door for you, which you thanked him for, before going over to the driver's side. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Try to get some rest tonight. Some tea usually helps me. I'll give you a couple of my relaxation teabags when you bring me back home. Just remind me," You spoke softly while giving him a concerned look. "Will do," He nodded and pulled out of your driveway.

He brought you to your favorite diner in all of Washington and was super polite. He was opening the doors for you, pulling out your seat, and even paid for the meal even though you argued against it. And though he was tired, he was clinging onto every word you said, leaning in to show he was interested. "Is that your favorite food?" He asked once the waiter took your orders. "No, but I do enjoy it," You shrugged. "What's your favorite food then?" "I like any kind of pasta," You said after pondering for a moment. "Spaghetti, ravioli, lasagna, and anything else." And that's how it went the whole time. Paul would ask you questions, trying to get to know you in any way possible and you'd answer and ask him questions.

It was fun, there was never a dull moment, and even when things were getting quiet, he'd crack a joke that'd make you burst into laughter. It was the perfect date in your eyes; he was so polite and caring or maybe it was just you giving your crush more credit than he deserved, but that still didn't change how you felt.

When Monday came around, Paul was at your locker and classes, waiting for you and walking with you. At lunch, he was standing by your chem class with a Tupperware bowl in his hand and a nervous demeanor.

"Hey, what's that?" You asked and pointed to the bowl he was gripping onto tightly.

"I, uh, I brought you pasta. It's spaghetti. You said that pasta was your favorite food so I kinda made you some. Well, I helped make it," He nervously stumbled over his words, making you giggle. You stopped walking once you got to your table and he held his arms straight out, handing the bowl to you. "Here you go."

You felt the heat rise to your face once again and you took the bowl from him. You glanced down at the bowl before looking back up at him and pulling him into a hug.

"This was so beyond thoughtful. Thank you so much," You praised him and rubbed his back with your free hand. You pulled away and held the bowl up to your eyes so you could see the food. You set your hands back by your waist again and locked eyes with his, both sets of eyes filled with amazement. "This was so sweet."

"Anything for you," He nodded.

"I'll give it back to you right after lunch. I promise," You told him and held out a pinky.

He chuckled and grabbed onto your pinky with his own, "I believe you."

He let go of you and walked off to sit with Jared but you kept your eyes on him and watched his friend grab onto his shoulders and shake him happily.

You turned to your table and sat down, already replaying what just happened in your mind.

"Wow," Embry started.

"I've never seen you that cheesy before," Jacob chortled.

"I've never seen Paul that cheesy before," Quil scoffed. "So are you gonna share that?" He asked and pointed to your bowl.

"Anyway, Y/N, how was the date?" Ashley asked, pulling your attention from the boys.

"Oh it was great, he was very sweet! I like him. I told you guys he's not bad like everyone makes him out to be," You swooned at the thought of how you spent your Saturday.

"It's like he can hear you, that stupid grin won't leave his face," Embry observed, making you turn your head to look at Paul.

"So what if he's happy? Y/N's happy," Ashley regained your attention and you nodded at her statement.

"Very happy."

Once you finished up the spaghetti, you excused yourself from the table and went to go rinse it out. You walked over to Jared and Paul's table; Jared was the first to notice since Paul's back was toward you and pointed at you. You gave him a small smile before turning your attention to Paul.

"The food was really good. I rinsed the bowl out but of course, you'll have to wash it when you get home. Thank you again though," You spoke gratefully and handed the bowl back to him.

He took the bowl from you and then you proceeded to lean down and peck his cheek before scurrying back to your table in shock by your actions.

"This is a proud moment for me," Ashley feigned tears and held a hand over her chest, making you laugh.

—

For weeks it seemed like the joy Paul brought to your life was never-ending.

You've gone on a couple more dates which you thoroughly enjoyed. He took you to the movies but fell asleep within the first five minutes. You laughed quietly and shook your head as you rested on his shoulder.

He explained to you how he sometimes has to work overnight shifts at his job, so you didn't fault him for being tired. You tried to cancel the dates and get him to catch up on his sleep, but he insisted on spending time with you, making you adore him even more.

The two of you were in Port Angeles for the next date and while it was freezing, you were both sitting on a bench outside eating ice cream.

"You're not cold?" You looked at Paul as you shivered.

"No, are you?" He asked and you nodded your head quickly. "Come on, let's go sit in my truck."

You stood up and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his warmth and hummed happily at the feeling of him.

He opened the door to his truck and helped you get in then shut the door behind you. He got in on the driver's side, turned the car on, and turned the heat on.

"You have that big coat on and you're still cold?" He teased.

"You only have a sweatshirt on and still feel hotter than the sun."

He laughed and watched you lean back in the seat and go back to eating your ice cream. You felt his eyes on you for a while but you kept your eyes on the rain that started to fall outside.

"You know, you could always just ask to take a picture," You teased, looking at him from your peripheral vision.

"Okay." He took his phone from his pocket and faced it toward you. "Smile!"

You turned to him enthusiastically and gave him a big childlike smile before giving him a regular one.

"Let me see," You softly demanded, losing the rush of confidence you just had.

He turned the screen to you and showed you the pictures.

"You're so beautiful," He complimented as he set his new screensaver as a picture of you. The heat automatically rose to your cheeks and giggled happily.

"I could say the same."

You looked up at him and met his eyes, your heart racing, and your stomach full of butterflies.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" He asked politely, looking from your eyes to your lips, and then back.

"No, not at all," You slightly shook your head and leaned in closer.

He filled in the rest of the space and his lips gently landed on yours. He set his phone down and both of his hands reached up to cup your face. With your eyes shut, you focused on the kiss and how soft his lips were; you knew you were instantly addicted, not wanting to pull away. But you had to breathe, so when you pulled away, you gave him one last peck before coyly turning around to face the windshield and finish your ice cream.

"That was perfect."

—

Paul arrived at your house a week later, pulling you by your hand energetically into the woods.

"Paul, where are we going?" You giggled as you held onto his hand while stepping over a log.

"We're going to the beach but I have to tell you something. Well... show you something. That's why we're walking."

"Oh okay, what is it?"

"So, you've heard the Quileute legends, I'm sure" He started and pushed a tree branch out of the way. "Jacob has probably told you. But what if I told you it was real? And I'm a shapeshifter?"

"Uh, I'd probably laugh," You chuckled and looked up at him.

"Well, it's true. I can, uh, I can show you if you'd like," He stammered nervously and rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded hesitantly. He pulled his hand from yours and backed up. He shook his head as he kicked his shoes off and stripped out of his clothes.

"Paul?" You questioned.

"Just trust me. I need you to know that I'd never hurt you," He said before he started shaking and getting red all over.

Your eyes widened and your feet moved backward to get some more distance as he leaped into the air and was suddenly on all fours.

"Paul?" You said once more but shakier.

In front of you stood a huge dark silver wolf that was five times larger than your boyfriend that previously stood in front of you. At first, he was intimidating but then once he noticed your frightened expression, he started whining and the wolf tried to come closer.

You wanted to step back but you remember he said he'd never hurt you, so you tried to relax your mind and reached a hand up to pet his head.

He snuggled into your palm and huffed happily. You let out a breath of relief and giggled when he licked your cheek.

"My Paul," You nodded, coming to terms with what is.

He reluctantly pulls away from your touch and goes over to where he left his clothes. He picked his shorts up in his mouth before walking away and going behind a tree somewhere.

You assumed he needed to change back so you grabbed his shirt and sneakers off the ground, but stayed put otherwise.

He jogged back over to you in his human form, already holding his hand out for you to take. You latched onto his hand and he took his sneakers out your hands, but let you keep his shirt.

"So do you believe me?" He asked, sarcasm laced in his voice, as he pulled you along toward the beach.

You nodded but asked the question that sat in the front of your mind. "Does it hurt when you..?" You trailed off, not knowing the right term.

"When I shift?" He finished. "It used to hurt a lot like my whole body was on fire but now it just feels like little pinches all over my body."

"I don't like that, Paul," You frowned and shook your head at the thought of him being in any type of pain.

"Oh, me either, Darling," He said while pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. "Also, you can't tell anyone. Not even Jacob. It's imperative that you don't."

"Okay," You nodded obediently before demonstrating you zipping your mouth closed and tossing the keys somewhere in the trees.

"Silly girl," He smiled.

"And what about Jared?"

"He shifts too. Along with Sam Uley. I'm sure you know him; La Push is only so big. We think Jacob might be next. Him or Embry."

"There's nothing they can do to stop it?" You asked him, worried for your friends.

"If the lee-" He cut himself off. "Sadly, no. If they seem a little off to you, a little more on edge than usual, tell me. And try to get some distance, I don't want you getting hurt if they shift."

You slipped your sneakers off once you got to the beach along with your socks and stuff them into the shoes. You insisted that you sat right there the water would be able to touch your feet but still far enough where your clothes jeans stayed dry.

Paul dragged you out of the house while you were only wearing a tank top on your upper body, so the beach air sent chills throughout your body. You pulled on Paul's plain brown shirt and leaned against him, your own personal heater.

"So being this warm is a wolf thing?" You inquired.

"Yeah," He nodded. "There's also something called imprinting."

"And what's that?"

Paul looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear but it was 8:00 PM, no one would be here unless it was one of the boys.

"Basically it's like a soulmate; a soulmate mixed with love at first sight. After phasing, I was able to imprint. It was completely involuntary, I didn't have a choice. When you see the person, your person, it's like nothing else matters. They're the reason you've been put on this earth. It's your job to protect them. be whatever they want you to be. A friend, a lover. You just will do anything for them. It hurts to be away from them for too long. You hurt when they hurt," Paul explained while keeping his eyes on the moon ahead of him.

"You know the feeling?" You hesitantly asked while turning to look over at him. You didn't want to ask in case you weren't his imprint but the curiosity took over and you needed to know.

"I imprinted on you. You're my imprint," He confirmed.

"Oh," You breathed out and turned to look at the water that gently touched your toes.

You received a lot of information today. And then to find out that Paul imprinted on you gave you a lot of mixed emotions. You were happy that you found the person you're supposed to be with forever but now you were looking at the whole relationship differently.

"So when did you phase?" You asked, keeping your eyes down.

"You remember when I was out of school for a bit?"

"Mhm," You hummed quietly and nodded.

"That's when. I imprinted on you that day you were getting help in the chem room."

"So..." You trailed off, trying to think of the exact words you wanted to say. "You only asked me out because you imprinted on me?"

"Yes," He answered quickly but then shook his head when he realized what you were trying to get at. "No, I mean no. It's not like that."

"I've had a crush on you since freshman year. I thought you'd finally noticed me and wanted me for me, but I guess it's only because of the imprint," You humorlessly chuckled and held your knees to your chest.

"No, Y/N, it's not like that-"

"Think about it, Paul. You've never noticed me before and our school is so tiny; La Push is only so big like you said. Everyone knows everyone and you still didn't notice me. You would've never even breathed in my direction had it not been for the imprint. I'm only beautiful, or gorgeous... or stunning, because the imprint tells you I am. You don't really think that and you don't really like me. Be honest with yourself," You ranted but still had a soft and gentle voice.

"Y/N..."

"I want to be with someone who chooses to love me. You are forced to love me," You sniffled and wiped your nose with your hand.

It was silent for a while after that and you just let the tears fall down your face. Somewhere deep down you knew everything with Paul was all too good to be true but you ignored it. You believed you were finally getting the fairytale story you deserved. But this wasn't it. It was like some twisted joke the universe was playing on you. And you just wanted someone to hold you. You wanted Paul to hold you and tell you everything would be alright. Despite how you were feeling, you still felt a sense of safety and home around him. But you couldn't fall into that anymore. You were now full-on bawling your eyes out and hiccuping while trying to keep the sobs from escaping your body.

"For your sake, l-let's still be friends. But for m-my sake, very distant friends-"

"Y/N, please-"

"Goodbye, Paul."

You stood up quickly and grabbed your shoes, trudging through the sand. You let a sob escape your mouth once you were a distance away. You felt it getting harder to breathe, so you picked up the pace, wanting to get to your destination before you passed out. There was only one place you could think of going that gave you the same warmth and homeliness you felt in Paul's arms. Jacob's.

[AN: omg I’m so nervous about posting this but I’ve been working on it for weeks and I’m really proud of it. thanks for reading!]

[byrachel]

HEADCANONS BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH QUIL ATEARA

warnings: none

note: This is dedicated to the lovely person who I share a name with and also sent me the most adorable ask yesterday. I hope you guys like them! :)

You’re just the goofy couple who can’t stop laughing with each other 

Someone accidentally trips? You exchange glances with each other before bursting out in laughter

You guys constantly try to one up each others jokes to see who is funnier 

“Okay, knock knock”

“Who’s there?”

“Joe”

“Joe who?”

“Joe mama”

“Seriously, (Y/N)?”

“I can’t believe you actually fell for that, dumbass.”

(I’m so sorry for that awful joke)

Quil swears he’s funnier than you are, but you always end up guilt tripping him into saying you’re funnier 

Having literal contests with Jacob and Embry as judges to determine who is actually funnier 

You guys have a lot of play fights which end up in Quil winning unless he lets you win 

“Told you I was stronger”

“Don’t get cocky now, we both know I let you win”

“Can you at least pretend for one minute I actually won?”

“Oh sorry, let me try again. . . Jeez (Y/N) I can’t believe you’re so much stronger than I am”

“That’s more like it”

For your first date Quil took you to the beach to draw 

You were facing each other so you weren’t able to see what the other was drawing

When you were both done you finally revealed your drawings

To your surprise Quil drew you with the sunset in the background 

You took the drawing home with you and it’s been on your wall since that day 

Ever since your first date he takes you on a drawing date at least once a month, because he thinks some special quality time is very important in a relationship

When you’re not exploring nature with him you just love to be in each other’s company even if you’re not doing anything with each other 

You will be doing homework while Quil focuses on his game if he doesn’t have any homework himself 

The two of you absolutely don’t know how to cook so if there’s no food you end up eating pizza like three times a week 

He is the best at comforting you

When you’re upset he will cup your cheeks, dry your tears with his thumbs while he whispers sweet things to you until you’ve calmed down enough to tell him about whatever is going on 

You don’t know how he does it, but he always ends up making you laugh through your tears 

“That’s so stupid, Quil”

“As long as I can see your smile, I don’t care how stupid I sound”

Burying your face into chest after he says these sweet things to you, because now you’re also flustered 

For his birthday you teamed up with Embry and Jacob to replace his old art supplies

You had never seen Quil cry before so when he teared up after seeing all the things the three of you got him, he couldn’t help himself 

“Aw, are you crying?”

“No, my eyes are just sweating”

“You look very cute when you lie”

For your birthday he made sure your parents took you away for a bit 

He painted your favorite place on the beach with a sunset in the background on one of your walls in your room

That time it was your turn to cry and of course Quil teased you, getting you back for teasing him on his birthday

Arguments barely happen, but when they do Quil always comes to your house with your favorite snacks to make amends 

He isn’t very keen on talking about the problems you’re having, but he will always try his best to communicate the feelings he is having to make your relationship work 

You obviously try to do the same

Sleepovers barely happen, but when they do you go all out

Matching pajamas 

Doing skin care together 

Making silly videos and pictures 

A list with movies to watch all through the night 

And of course falling asleep in each other’s arms at the end

masterlist | not edited

[youngbloodlisk]

Worth It // Kim Sunwoo Model AU

Chapter 2

chapter genre: slight angst, fluff

Worth It series masterlist can be found: under my tbz masterlist in my pinned

"Everyone, I'd like you to formally meet our newest members."

A room full of perfect looking people give a round of applause while staring at Juyeon and me. The director tells them our names and I hear some scattered murmurs of 'oh, I recognize that name'.

I look into the faces of some of the greatest models of all time. Models who are used on a regular basis by some of the biggest brands.

Lee Sangyeon, famous for his work with Calvin Klein (yes, that means exactly what you think it means).

Ju Haknyeon, famous for his work with Dior.

Ji Changmin, famous for his work with Louis Vuitton.

And of course, Juyeon's (intensely denied) celebrity crush, Choi Chanhee. Famous for his work with Gucci, as well as having his own monthly Worth It magazine. Issues of NewShot sell out entirely every month, without fail.

NewShot aka the magazine which has made Juyeon cry way too many times, no matter how much he says he 'had something in his eye'.

"They're from Imaginary Parties. I'm sure you know the agency recently went bankrupt due to a corrupt leadership partner. We are extremely excited that they got our offer and decided to join us. They're here to stay. Be nice. Ah, and if you two haven't already met your roommates..." The director flips through the pages on the clipboard in his hands. "Here." He reads off my roommate first, and I'm quite shocked to hear him say Sangyeon's name instead of the "Park Sanhyo" that I was expecting. However, I'm not given much time to think about it before I catch my friend trying to control his red cheeks. "Lee Juyeon, you're with Choi Chanhee."

As the director walks off and people begin to mingle and talk again, Chanhee smiles and raises his hand to wave Juyeon over to talk with him.

Juyeon turns around and stares at me with wide eyes.

"I can't."

"You can."

"I can't."

"You have to, you're living with the man."

"I'm gonna freeze."

"You're gonna be fine."

"I can't do it, I really can't-"

"Hey, I'm Chanhee." Juyeon chokes and starts coughing when he looks to his left to see Choi Chanhee has approached him. "Woah, are you okay?" Chanhee lightly pats Juyeon's back.

"Ju, I'm gonna get you some water." I subtly wink at him as I walk away from the boys, knowing the kitchen is on the other side of the large house and that would give them plenty of time to talk... or plenty of time for Juyeon to embarrass himself. Tomato, tomahto.

I lean against the counter and sip on the cup of water I got for Juyeon, debating if I should go back to him or "accidentally get lost".

I decide I'm gonna "get lost on the way to kitchen", but I do sneak back to spy on Juyeon.

I find Juyeon and Chanhee laughing, smiling, talking, and neither of them (Juyeon) are hyperventilating. Seems to be going well.

I feel a pair of eyes on me from somewhere, so I scan the area around me until I lock eyes with a certain Ji Changmin.

However, as soon as my eyes find him, he turns and averts his gaze...

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I swipe my glossy, white keycard and slowly push the door open just enough to speak through the crack.

"Is anyone in here?"

"Yeah, come on in!" A male voice prompts me. I push the door again and enter the room, giving a shy smile to Sangyeon. "How's your first day going?"

"It's alright. Everyone seems nice enough. I do just have one... question-"

"Why am I in your room when the door says it's supposed to be Sanhyo?"

"Yep, that's the one."

Sangyeon chuckles. "This used to be Sanhyo's room, no roommate. She left the agency a week ago when they told her she'd have to give up her solo room." He notices my horrified face and quickly adds detail. "Don't feel bad! She was always a diva about everything. I'm sure if it wasn't the room, it would have been the minor schedule changes they just made. Don't worry. When she left, staff forgot to change the room signs. I used to room with Chanhee."

"Why didn't they just put me and Juyeon together?"

"They wanted you both to feel more welcomed. Figured that putting you together might just make you feel isolated from everybody else."

I nod, letting him know that I see how that makes sense.

"Do you want some help unpacking your stuff?"

"Huh? Oh! No, no, no... that's okay. Thank you though."

"Are you sure? Here, I can at least handle the bedspread for you. And if I do it wrong, feel free to yell at me."

I smile lightly and pick up the box labeled "bed", handing it to him.

"Thanks."

Silently, we both start unboxing and unpacking my stuff.

Once he finishes making the bed, pristinely, he sits on his own bed on the other side of the room.

"Hey... if rooming with me makes you uncomfortable at all, I can unofficially bunk with Haknyeon and Changmin. I'm sure being put in a room with a man you don't know isn't exactly what you were hoping for."

His thoughtfulness makes me smile, as well as makes me feel a bit safer.

"No, it's okay! Really, I don't mind. Even thought I don't know you personally, it feels as if I know you on some level. The famous Lee Sangyeon. I think I own at least half your issues of Calvin Klein."

He laughs with a beautiful smile on his face.

"You might rival my parents' collection. Gotta be honest... it's a little weird for your mom to buy eight copies of a magazine just because you're on the front cover in your underwear giving the camera bedroom eyes. But you can't stop a proud parent."

Our funny banter continues on as he keeps helping me unpack and decorate.

Soon, my new room looks quite similar to my old room.

"You have a lot of pictures with Juyeon. You guys must be close, yeah?" Sangyeon asks, looking over my photos on the wall.

"He's my best friend. Losing him was the scariest part of our company going under. I'm really thankful that Worth It wanted both of us... I don't know what I'd do without him."

"Well... I'm really glad to have you both here." A genuine smile as sweet as candy grows on his face, with kind eyes to match.

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"Thank you all for gathering, we have some very exciting news." The same staff member who introduced me and Juyeon yesterday now stands alongside a couple other staff members.

"More new people?" Changmin's eyes are wide with excitement and hope at the idea of more new friends.

"No, Q, we'd have to build more dorms. We have something far more exciting to tell you about. Somebody from Versace called today and said they wanted to use some of our models, in collaboration with them and some models from Guy.exe, to reshoot all of their products. All for a special edition catalog."

Gasps and chatter erupt, until I hear Haknyeon groan next to me.

"Guy.exe..." He mutters, his voice full of distain, with a sharp eye roll. "That place is full of snobs."

"Haknyeon, play nice. You're gonna have to work alongside them." Sangyeon nudges him.

"Who exactly from Guy.exe?" Chanhee asks.

"Uhh..." One of the staff members flips through the papers in her hand. "Versace has confirmation from Kevin Moon, Jacob Bae, Kim Younghoon, and Eric Sohn. Still no firm answer from Lee Hyunjae or Kim Sunwoo, but they were requested."

Half the room groans and rolls their eyes, almost directly mirroring Haknyeon's earlier reaction, at the mention of the name "Kim Sunwoo".

"I know!" The staff cuts them off. "I know, you guys have never gotten along with the boys from Guy.exe... especially Kim Sunwoo. But like Sangyeon said, you have to play nice and be professional at the shoot. That being said, if anyone would like to reject the offer, now is the time."

The room is silent, despite the energy being heavy and very loud.

"Alright. I'll call them back and confirm that you will all be attending. You're dismissed, more details will come later."

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(3rd person POV)

"Sunwoo!" Eric jumps over the back of the expensive leather couch to drop down next to his friend. "Check this out."

"What is it?" Sunwoo's eyes don't leave the video game he's currently winning.

"It's from Worth It. They have fresh meat."

Sunwoo turns his head immediately, suddenly forgetting about his game, and drops his controller to grab Eric's phone. Sunwoo scrolls through the photos and reads the welcoming caption, before clicking on the models' own Instagrams and looking through them.

"Fresh meat... from Imaginary Parties? So they're new and desperate... Will they be at the Versace shoot?"

"Kevin said they would be."

A cocky smirk appears on Sunwoo's face, clearly already coming up with ideas.

"This should be fun."

[malethirsty]

Tangle - Cal Jacobs

The Others 

Summary: Cal’s one night stand has left you reeling. As you reassess everything you’d ever known about chemistry, you wonder if you should gamble on something so risqué yet so perfect. 

Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Daddy Kink

Inspired by: The HBO series Euphoria & the title is inspired by the TV Rock remix of Dukes of Windsor’s The Others. All rights go to their proper sources.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7R7ywVoiR0

Other individuals cross your path for a season, a reason or a lifetime, and you’d never quite understood what that meant, well at least until you met Cal Jacobs. The man had presented himself as sweet on Grindr but the minute he had you in his clutches, he became rough and aggressive, and you’d loved it, played the submissive to his Dom so well. You used to think that relationships were meant to be sweet with a bit of sour, but Cal managed to include both at once, it was intoxicating and you needed more. So you had taken the week to scripting how to interact with him on Grindr, what if he ignored your messages? You had to make sure you’d give him some hard hitting stuff so he would pay attention. So you took a seductive selfie with bare ass on display, sunlight shining onto it through the windows, making it look like gold shining from a newly opened chest and sent it off to him with a simple message ‘So what’s a sexy Daddy like you still doing in a place like this?’

You waited for a response, and waited. Minutes seemed to go slower than usual as you waited for your silver saviour to swoop in and save you, seeming less and less likely as time elapsed. You were almost going to put your normal clothes back on and get some food from the pantry when your phone dinged, causing you to hastily check back into the app quicker than usual, the message simply reading ‘Admiring the view, I’d love to get a close up’ You grinned, you had him right where you wanted him ‘I’m sorry but there’s quite a set of requirements for that’ you smirked as you sent off the message, it was a dangerous game tempting someone like this dominant man, but you were passed the point of caring, you needed him, all of him. You kept your eyes on yours and Cal’s messages, anticipation coursing through you as you waited for the response back, and eventually the new message flashed up ‘I can pay whatever price, try me’ as you simply sent back ‘Same place, same time.’ It dinged back almost immediately with ‘Yes’, with a grin, you turned off your phone and began to get ready. 

Later on in the night, you crossed the familiar territory to Cal’s room, neon lighting and pumping house music playing, except this time in more revealing clothing, you had paired a normal dress shirt with some leather pants that were cut off enough to show off your ass, and also made sure to include some leather pasties on your nipples, with pink dots in the centre. It was chilly, the wind making you almost icy, but you didn’t care, as you knew you looked a sight, as several individuals looked down from the top floor and wolf whistled, crying their lust out, making you grin and sway your hips from side to side in a more confident manner as you made your way over to Cal’s room, knocking on the door. You heard movement as he made his way forwards, and soon the door opened. His usual soft expression greeted you as it had done the first night you met, but this time it turned stonier as he observed your outfit “Get inside” he said rather bluntly. The confident demeanour fell from your face, what had you done wrong? But not wanting to provoke a negative response, you scuttled inside, innerly thankful that he had put the heating on, before Cal shut the door. 

He stood across from you in sort of a silent standoff “Y/N, we need to talk about what you have on.” “What I have on?” You questioned “Yes, all of it.” He responded gesturing to you. Regaining a bit of confidence you responded “If it upsets you Daddy I can take it off.” He crossed to you and took your hands, it wasn’t a rough grip, but had enough pressure as if to say ‘Don’t’ “Did you walk around like this?” He questioned softly “Yes I did sir, I wanted to look good for you tonight.” You said sweetly, he ran his hand down your cheek “You look beautiful.” He commented “But” he tapped your nose as if in a reproachful way “You shouldn’t walk outside of here looking like this, people will look at you oddly.” “I don’t mind sir, I’ve always been odd, I gladly own it.” Cal huffed, clearly his message wasn’t sinking in “That’s fine, but they won’t have that same view point, they’ll think you’re a slut, a good for nothing slut, determined to bend over and take anyone cause that is your only point in life.” 

Now you understood what had to be done, you straightened up, looking at Cal in the eyes “What if I want to be a slut Daddy, what if I want people to look at me as if I’m nothing but a piece of meat, only for their pleasure. You can’t say you disapprove, you didn’t mind when you sunk your cock into me last week, crying out your pleasure as you fucked and filled me with your load. You’re envious, and envy looks ugly on you, Cal.” You said the last part very pointedly, you wanted to provoked him, you could tell from the energy he was radiating, even with the firm look on his face giving nothing away, and you stood with a cocky grin, waiting for the monster to unleash itself. Without warning he grabbed you by the neck, you shockingly gasping for air as he tossed you onto the bed face first as he surveyed your ass. The first slap to your ass was swift and stung like a motherfucker, reverberating around the room “This ass is mine” He growled out, another slap raining down “No one else’s but mine.” You moaned into the bed, as he went to town, hitting your ass angrily as if he was letting out a massive load of tension “Pathetic fucking slut, desperate for a man to fill him with his load” Another slap “Yet never being filled, so you spread yourself for the next man.” Slap “And the next” Slap “And the next.” He slapped your ass again, having turned from a slight pinkish red from the cold to full blown red, he pulled you up by the hair as you exclaimed loudly “I’m sorry Daddy! I’ll dress better! I’ll never go out like this again!” Instead of calming him, he hit even harder making you cry out again, droplets of tears falling from your eyelids now, as Cal continued his assault on you “NO! You will dress like this again but only for me, I’m the only one who should ever see you naked, is that understood?” You whimpered, causing him to somehow slap even harder than before “ANSWER ME!” “YES DADDY!” You got out, droplets of tears and snot now running down your flushed up face, Cal finally releasing his grip as you dropped back to the bed, gasping for air.

It lasted for a few minutes as you got back your strength, Cal soon ended up smoothing your ass, placing kisses onto it, before moving up you, lifting your head only to place fingers in your mouth, making you gag “Spit” he instructed, and you obeyed, not wanting to push him much further, the time for that had gone. Cal removed his fingers, using your spit to slick up his cock before barreling down into your ass, your voice breaking as your walls stretched to accomodate him. Compared to the previous week, his pace was a hint slower, taking into consideration the fact he had rained down a parade of slaps, the feeling of Cal above you was strong and made you relax slightly, he was taking care of the business you wanted, all you had to do was moan out for him, which would encourage him to fuck harder, or so you thought. He eventually pulled out, you whining at the loss of his cock before he spun you round and lifted you up, carrying you over to the wall where you could still hear house music thudding, to your utter disbelief, had your cries really not caused a disturbance? You thought about that as Cal wiped your face with his hand, soon placing it on the wall before thrusting back in, making you groan, him grunting as his cock again got used to your heated walls. “Fucking people next door keep playing the damn music, I’m gonna give them a taste of what they’ve given me.” He growled out “Really Daddy?” you asked “Yes baby boy, I am, and you’re gonna help by telling them all about how good Daddy fucks you.” He resumed his rough pace, his growls and grunts sounding louder than usual “Oh God, Daddy fuck me, fucking use my ass!” You cried out “Fuck yes I will.” Cal responded as he went harder “How you liking daddy now?” “So fucking much sir.” You responded “Kiss me.” He instructed as he moved forwards, you meeting him halfway, wet hot mouths colliding as you parted your lips and let his tongue through, as you moaned together loudly, intending to piss off the individuals next door. 

Eventually Cal backed away from the wall, lowering himself to the bed “I haven’t done this in so long, ride me Y/N, ride Daddy’s cock.” He growled out, and you instantly obeyed. Slowing down the pace at first so you could appreciate his length, you then began to take his cock rougher as he bucked up into you “God, so tight, so fucking good.” He got out, before moving towards your nipple pasties, pulling them off with his mouth, a slight sting left behind as each was removed, he soon bit into one, working the other with his hand. As they hardened you went faster and faster, crying out your pleasure as he worked you over passionately, the familiar sensation of heat rising in your stomach faster than usual, so fast that you couldn’t warn Cal as you came between you both. He gazed down and looked back top at you smiling “Good boy” he breathed out, before taking control, slamming down even harder “God, your walls are like heaven Y/N, clamping down on my cock, I’m gonna come, and you’re gonna take it all like the slut you are, aren’t you?” He cupped your cheek as you nodded “Good! Your Daddy’s good slut, gonna take my load, take it all!” He let out a massive groan mixed with a shout as came, grunting as he worked out his load, soon falling onto the bed with you. “I’ve got to shower Y/N.” You nodded and made to move up but he clutched your back “No no, you stay here, I want you to think about if you want to see me again.” He used your confusion to push you down on the bed as he moved to the bathroom as you pondered what he said. 

He took slightly longer than he did last week with you with him, which was confusing you thought, as Cal could get showered easily himself. Eventually you heard the water turn off, and sat up as he emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel. He breathed in deep and began “Look Y/N, I know you must be hung up on me and I don’t blame you, but I’m generally a one night guy, I show up, wait for my hookup, make small talk, fuck, then leave. I never go back, but you insisted, so I decided to show what I’m all about. I’m not sweet, nor sour, I’m a mix of the two, I can be really nice, and really violent, you should know who I am as a lover before you want to get attached, tonight you saw me at my best and worst. I’m leaving this in your hands Y/N, do you want to keep going or do you want to stop, I won’t stop you either way, but I need to know now.” Cal took a deep breath as he finished, and looked at you waiting for a response. You swallowed deeply, it was a lot to take in, the fuck had been amazing, thrilling even, but you also cast your thoughts back to how he’d responded to your tempting, could you handle that sort of man? Cal looked you deep in the eyes, wanting to know what your answer but also not wanting to rush you for fear of pushing you away. You looked into his eyes, as they stared seemingly into your soul, and you knew your answer. “Yes Cal, I’ll stay with you, if I couldn’t handle you before, I wouldn’t have come back, and I see no reason to stop now.” A smile crossed his face “Thank you Y/N. Now, I’m going to go out and get you some clothes to go home in.” “Am I staying the night again?” You asked “Yes but this time I’ll be here, my son Nate is bringing his girlfriend Maddy over, and I don’t think me barging in would be good.” “No it wouldn’t.” You agreed “Don’t take long Cal.” “I’ll be back so quick you won’t even know I left Y/N.” Cal responded as he opened the door and crossed over “Good” you sent back as he shut the door, grinning as you also realised that the loud dance music had also stopped as well.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Eat Sh*t, Or That

Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: [SPOILERS TO KNIVES OUT] Vomiting, Blood, Language, Mild Physical Abuse, Attempt Murder, Dark!Ransom, Slight Sexual Content (Men should not put his hands on another woman, this is a warning but this should not have the right for someone to put their hands on someone like this)

Summary: You and Ransom are a toxic couple, you treat him the way he treats you. You find ways to get rid of him, but either you or him keep crawling back to one another. At the end, you find the true side of him.

Author’s note: Just like I said, either way this is a warning and that this won’t stop a man from putting his hands on a woman, he should never do it in the first place. If abuse is not your taste. You may abandoned this story and never come back to it cause I care. That’s facts. By all means... Didn’t proofread it, I’m sorry if there are a few mistakes

Love you! Word count is 4800+

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Easter Day 2019

The big family was having a big Easter hunt, of course, they didn’t have much of little kids, Jacob and Meg were the younger two. Linda made it special for some of them, hiding plastic eggs either with candy or money. Jacob didn’t participate in it, he sat in the corner on his phone. Trolling his way through his expensive device, Meg was with her mother Joni throughout the whole family gathering. 

Her father Neil died and so she was left with her mother. Joni was sister-in-law with Linda and Walt. Those two were the remaining children of Harlan Thrombey. Walt was the father of Jacob along with his wife, Donna. Linda was married to Richard Drysdale, then they had their son, Hugh Ransom Drysdale. A bratty playboy who managed to have a toxic relationship with Y/N L/N. 

The whole family would see them come in without holding hands, usually Linda would see Y/N come in first before Ransom followed behind her, furious as ever.

Linda would have small talk with Y/N about her son. Understanding her son is a rich-cocky-dumb-sweater-asshole who can’t keep up with a relationship. He kept coming for her, he would threaten her about her job and say she will be fired.

Then there was Harlan’s nurse who comes very often to take care of him. Harlan met Y/N the first time Ransom hadn’t introduced her to him, she went up and greeted him herself. After that long conversation with Harlan and Y/N, Ransom had a heated argument about that with her after the small get together on their way back home.

Every day when they drive anywhere, everything goes downhill. Every to him becomes a problem. They at least go at it three times a day. It’s gone to the point where he threatens to hit her. Yes, he got in a few but he knew she threw it harder ones.

Dogs in the backyard will go at it when they’re screaming in another room.

And that’s what was going on today. Y/N and Ransom screaming at each other in Harlan’s office. Luckily Harlan was in the living room with his family, almost half the family was listening to their heated conversation. Jacob was tempted to record.

“I’m warning you!” Ransom shouts.

Y/N threw her arms out, her scarf flying up before falling back down at her out burst. “Don’t think I don’t know what you do when I’m not home!” She shouts.

He placed his hands on his hips and he grins, “And what’s that?”

“You’re fucking other girls! What? Am I too soft for you? Am I such a dumb baby that you don’t wanna fuck? Is that it?” She shouts, emphasizing the ‘dumb baby’ the nickname he calls her when she’s acting up like this.

His teeth grit against each other, she saw the tension in his jaw. “Believe me or not. But I’m sure I didn’t buy pink panties with cherries on them, pig!”

His eyebrows raise, “Pig?” He asked. “Yep!” She pops the ‘p’ with her hands on her hips. Her long white coat was hanging half way down her thighs. An outfit his mother Linda bought her for Christmas last year. 

He laughs, his body turns the slightest before she sees his arm swing out and her head turns. The impact causes her cheek to sting. The tears never stung her eyes either, she was pissed. The first time he had hit her, she did cry. More after that, she grew familiar to his girl-like smacks.

She laughs lightly, her finger touching her lip to see if she bled from there. Nothing. Asshole. “You’re a fucking asshole, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me that,” He scrunches his face up almost in disgust. “Was Pig better?” She snapped. Ransom turns her head to her and grabs her coat, tugging her forward.

Her hands immediately shoved him off and she whacks her palm across his cheek. A loud groan came from him. Yeah. That hurt like a bitch didn’t it?

He held his hand to his cheek, glaring at her. “You’ll pay for that.”

“I’ll gladly pay it for another slap or a damn kick to that friend that hides between your damn legs like a puppy and its tail.” Ransom never budged. Y/N took this advantage and picked up her scarf that slipped off her neck. “I’m walking home. I’ll be sleeping on the couch as well. Don’t bother, asshole.” He watched her walk out the doors and she said goodbye to the family before passing the door again and left the home.

Panting heavily, his fists clench and Ransom storms out of the office, heading into the living room for his coat. “Ransom, what happened? Where are you going?” Linda asked, Ransom doesn’t reply and snatched his coat from the chair.

“Ransom!” Linda calls.

“I’m going out to drink,” He says, completely irritated. The next thing they heard was the slam of the front door. Silently, the family looked at each other. Easter didn’t turn out so well. But maybe fourth of July would turn out better.

Maybe.

Fourth of July

Yes. This didn’t turn out as good as Linda hoped. After a few months after Easter, Ransom and Y/N never really contacted the family to apologize for what happened on that day. Linda invited the two again, this time, Y/N was quiet throughout the whole party. Every now and then, she would go and grab a glass of wine, even get Jacob some juice. Y/N slightly chatted with Marta, who was hanging off to the side.

Linda offered Y/N and Ransom to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms in the house. Y/N agreed to do that just after Ransom rudely declined but he had no choice. I mean, he could leave Y/N in the bed alone and just go out for a drink again. He was pissed to hear that Y/N wanted to be with this family. Maybe she wanted to stay away from him. 

She didn’t want to argue about some stupid spend-the-night-with-family. So, she ignored Ransom much as possible. The Thrombey and Drysdale’s all laughed and chatted. Ransom was sitting on the couch with his uncle, Walt and his wife, while Y/N was sitting in the one chair with a small table that separated the toxic couple. 

Ransom would glance at her, watching her fingers drag along that glass of wine. Oh, how he loved those fingers wrapped around his-

“So, Ransom,” Linda cuts his thoughts, “We haven’t heard from you two since... Easter? How’s it been?” Linda asked, “Was it the job?” Ransom turned his head to his mother. “No. I just...” He looked over to Y/N who wasn’t even gonna help him with this. Everyone knew they probably argued through those whole months.

“We just wanted some time on our own. You know? We went out to the store, went out for walks. Right, babe?” The way he said ‘babe’, Y/N knew he wanted to get her attention but also a warning tone to let her know, if she mentions something to the family, she’ll end up somewhere.

Her eyes look over to him in the most annoyed face that he would’ve knocked off her face. She smiled at his mother, “Yes. He bought me these boots,” She lifted up her ankle to show off the dark brown leather boots that went with her dark jeans, a sweater and a tan coat. 

To be honest, she felt disgusted to be twinning close with Ransom’s outfit.

Linda smiled at them, “How lovely, Ransom. You have taste.”

“She gets what she wants,” He says in a monotone, taking his gaze back to her once again. Y/N looked at him, seeing the cold stare that she had given it back at him. Silence fell between them again and Linda changed the subject with Walt’s family.

Y/N wanted to go to bed at that hour, now. Not wanting to hear his stupid voice and have her name slip past his lips again. She went for her glass but realized it was empty and she stood up. Catching her stand up, Ransom watched her head into the kitchen. He then stands up and follows her, excusing himself as he makes his way over.

Y/N dug through the wine cellar shelf, looking over the bottles and pulled the one she wanted and turned to the counter, only to face Ransom on the other end of it.

She pulls out a corkscrew and twisted it into the cork. “What do you want now?”  She asked, blankly. Ransom tapped his fingers on the counter and walked around. “I know what you’re doing,” He says. Y/N pops the cork out and drops it on the counter. 

“Oh, yeah?” She pours the wine into her glass. His body was now standing behind her.

“You think being with my family can stop me from taking you here right now,” Y/N felt the belt of his pants catch hers, his lower half on her behind. “Stop.” Y/N placed her hands flat on the counter, the warning tone tied in her voice. If he urged more, a bit more, she would slap him into the pits of hell.

His head lowers, “Stop is just tempting me, honey.” His hand reaches under and grabs her throat, turning her to face him, her glass falls to the ground with a shatter. The dark red liquid spreading across the wooden floor as Y/N gasped.

“Y/N? Ransom?” Linda called. Ransom kept his grip on her neck, Y/N’s breathing was getting shaky. “Ransom, let go,” She grabs his wrist. Ransom didn’t release because of her plead, he lets go from Linda’s voice getting closer.

“Y/N, darling, what’s-? Oh, my goodness,” Y/N whips around to face Linda while Ransom takes his steps over to the other side of the counter. Linda goes for the broken glass as Y/N kneels down. “Linda, I’m so sorry. I just bumped it and I-”

“It’s okay. We have lots of these glasses, I’m not complaining.”

“If it were the wine, it’d be a completely different story,” Y/N manages to joke, Linda laughs lightly as the two pick up the glass. “Let’s get this cleaned up,” Linda said. Y/N looks up to Ransom who stood behind his mother a few feet away, staring at Y/N.

Y/N could see the cold stare behind his eyes as it sends chills up her spine. He then walks out of the kitchen, leaving you and Linda to clean up the mess. Another bad family get together with the asshole.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was more special to anyone else. It was something to be thankful of. Fuck that. Y/N wasn’t thankful for that asshole. She wanted to be there, even Harlan’s 85th birthday was coming up. 

If Ransom picks up another damn fight, he’ll be stuffed with anything Y/N sees on that table. She’ll cut him up like a turkey, find a wishbone and wish for something better than him.

Complete asshole.

He forcefully had to have her in his arms on their way in. Hands laced in each other, she wanted to bite off his pinky finger, maybe shove that stupid metal ring down his throat as well.

Linda gently greeted the couple, saving Y/N from behind held hand in hand with Ransom as she gave her a hug. 

Just after the chatting, Y/N and Ransom sat next to each other at the table with the family. Meg sat next to Y/N with her mother, Joni. Jacob and his parents on the other side with Marta and Harlan. The table was long and Richard sat at the end of the table across from his wife, Linda.

“How ‘bout we say what we are thankful for?” Linda asked. Ransom and Richard both groan, “Honey, no-”

“Mom, that whole thankful thing is just old, can we just eat?” Ransom says, Y/N rolls her eyes. Linda sighs. “I’m sure you’re thankful for what you have, Ransom,” She says. Ransom looks at Y/N with a blank expression. “Yeah...” Y/N looks at him. “Very,” He says.

Y/N reached for the salad dressing across from her, reaching for the spoon, she felt her chair jerk and she felt her arm rub against Ransom’s sweater. He had scooted her chair closer to him. He was keeping his eyes on his plate as he ate away.  

Rolling her eyes, she reached for the dressing once again and managed to get it on her salad before digging in for the mash potatoes. Adding/Not adding the gravy, she dug in, maybe added some turkey to her plate. She poured herself some champagne as everyone ate and talked. Some laughter came out of the family, some gossip about a few people who weren’t in the family.

Y/N would kick Ransom’s leg once in a while when he placed it by hers very closely.

An hour had passed and only a few had finished their meals. Some even having a second plate. Y/N was still eating her due to the talking that prevented her from eating it. She felt Ransom’s hand reach up to her knee. She flinched away and faced him.

She saw his hand retract and she fixed her position in her seat, keeping her legs close. Another try happened a few minutes after the first. She felt his hand on her knee and before she could move it, his heel jabs into her shin. She hisses under her fork and glared at Ransom. 

“You okay, Y/N?” Linda asked, peeping over to look at her. Y/N nods, “The turkey... it’s a bit hot,” Y/N laughs softly. Ransom dragged his hand up. This asshole can’t get a fucking hint that she clearly doesn’t need this right now.

Fuck off.

She felt her dress lift up and she immediately jumps up from her seat causing the conversations to pause. She swallowed thickly, “Sorry.” And with that she scattered for the bathroom. Ransom tried to look confused and gently stood up, “Sorry. She’s usually not like this, I’ll be back, mom,” He stands up and walks out.

Once he left the room, his face darkens and darts for the bathroom she scattered off to.

Y/N stumbled on her heels and stopped to pull them off. Quickly, finding the bathroom and opens the door. Closing it, the door catches something and she looks down to see Ransom’s foot and he pushes the door open. Y/N backs up as he closes the door and locks it.

“Ransom-” She gasps when he grabs her wrist. “Let go of me, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts. Y/N shoves him forward, pushing him against the wall, she throws her fist towards his face. Returning it, he clenches his fist and hits back. Y/N falls onto her knees, facing away from him as she gasps for air.

Her jaw felt awfully painful. She spits and blood splatters onto the ground. That’s the first time she’s seen blood caused by him. She stands up, turning to him. His eyes burning in flames, he noticed the blood on her lips. 

“You’re an asshole,” She chokes out, his shoulders drop slowly, “You always were.” Y/N pushes passed him and unlocks the door, allowing her to leave, he stood there in the bathroom. A minute later, he turns back. Y/N rushes down the stairs to see Linda, “Darling, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Y/N walks by her.

“I’m okay, Linda, I’m gonna head home.”

“But will you be there for my father’s birth-”

“Y/N! Get back here!” Ransom shouts, he storms down the stairs. Y/N drops her heels and runs, the dogs barking as she walked out the gates and Ransom stopped at the porch. “Y/N!” He shouts. Jaw tensed in anger, he growls, going to his car. “Ransom, tell me what the hell is going on!” Linda calls to him. He ignores her and jumps into his car. “Ransom!”

He drives off, going on the search for Y/N. 

Of course, he didn’t find her. Weird how she just left and just a minute after she had already ran miles. He gave up and drove back home. Y/N would return eventually, she had nowhere to go. Her family was on the other side of the state. The only money she could get was from Ransom. He made them share bank accounts. Which was stupid.

Fuck.

She had to go back. Maybe not go back to Ransom but to his family. No, no. That’ll make them ask questions why Ransom had hit her. She heard a honk and turned to see Marta’s car.

“Y/N? Where’s Ransom?” She asked, Y/N swallowed and sighed. “I need a place to stay.” Marta sat in the car to think, a few seconds later, she nods. “Okay, get in.”

Y/N opens the door and steps in.

Thanksgiving was not so good either.

.

A few months later

.

The family was all back together. This was the worse one yet. Harlan was reported that he committed suicide in his own room but Detective Blanc suspected it was a murder.

Y/N was put into this since she knew Harlan, she even was there at his birthday. If you were wondering, she completely ignored Ransom. Luckily, he kept his distance and then argued with his grandfather in their office.

“Miss L/N, can we speak to you for a moment?” Blanc asks, Y/N glanced up at the three men while Ransom loudly crunches the crackers he had in his hand. She stood up and walked over to the other room for the interrogation.

“So what is your full name?”

“My name is Y/N M/N L/N,” She replies. Blanc looks down at his hands, “What was your relationship with the family?”

Y/N sits up straighter and sighs, “I’m Ransom’s girlfriend.”

“Mhm. How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve work in the same business for about 3 years but in our partner relationship, about a year and a half,” Y/N says. Blanc nods, “Have you and Mr. Drysdale been into a lot of arguments?”

“Yes, I’m afraid we’ve had our disagreements,” Y/N said. Blanc rolls up his sleeves and leans forward. “Has Ransom ever laid a hand on you?”

Shit. What did the Thrombey’s say to him?

“We are just asking,” Blanc holds his hands up. She had to say something. If she said yes, it would go bad. “No,” She said. Blanc cranes his head, she shakes her head, “No, he would never do that.”

Blanc nods slowly, “How much did you know about Harlan? Have you spoken to him before?”

“When I first met him, Ransom never really introduced me to him so I did myself. He was such a sweetheart.” Blanc nods once again, “Where were you on the day of his death? The day of his 85th birthday.”

Y/N swallows, “I was currently in the kitchen, getting myself some wine while Ransom was having a conversation with Harlan. After that, he stormed out of the house, leaving me behind.”

“One way to treat a woman like that,” Blanc says. Y/N nods. “Yeah.” She looks over to the hall where the family was at. Spotting Ransom’s head peaking over the chair before he turns his head away.

Y/N sighs. “Well, thank you, Miss L/N for your honesty. I’m sure you’ll be okay,” Blanc shakes her hand. “Thank you, Detective.” Then she was on her way. Walking over to the room with the family, she began to walk around Ransom, till he catches her arm.

“Come sit here,” He bounces his leg and Y/N stared at him. He looks around. “All the other seats are taken.”

“Ransom, leave the woman alone,” Linda says. Ransom looks over to his mother and dramatically lets go of her wrist as Y/N stood further away from him as he eyed her up and down.

The day continued at the Thrombey’s home. The family had been asking about the inheritance, everything, the money, the house. It all comes down to this. Y/N shouldn’t be here.

She doubt that she wouldn’t get this inheritance. Sure she loved Harlan, made a few jokes and chatted with him more than she did with the others. But she wouldn’t get this money. She wasn’t in the family.

Harlan’s lawyer cuts open the file of what Harlan had place the name of the new owner of his inheritance.

The family all waited, holding hands or hoping in their mind what the cut they’ll get out of it. Each family member has some beef with Harlan. Walt being fired, Joni begging for money for Meg, Richard who knows what along with Ransom. Y/N didn’t know the Drysdale men’s deals with Harlan.

She could care less.

“Oh, wow... this is not too complex, this will be quick,” The lawyer says, causing Linda to make a ‘hmph’ sound. “I, Harlan Thrombey, being of sound, mind and body, ya-da-ya-da-ya-da...” Y/N was leaning on the door next to Marta. Ransom sat in the corner with his chin resting on his palm.

“I hereby, direct, that all my assets both liquid and otherwise, I leave the entirety to... Martha Cabrera and Y/N L/N.”

Holy shit. Marta and Y/N look at each other in disbelief. Y/N knew she wouldn’t be involved with Harlan’s inheritance because she barely knew him. Unless that one day.

“Is Ransom treating you well, Miss L/N?” Harlan asked, she sighs, “It’s getting there. We get into fights a lot and it worries me cause if he were to leave, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”

Harlan gives her the gentle smile, “I’m sure if that happens, you’ll be in good shape.”

He really gave her half of what the inheritance was with Marta. Y/N didn’t even realize the family began to look at her and Marta in disbelief. “What?” Joni asks. Walt stands up, asking for the paper. Y/N looks at Marta and they both share the same glance.

How could Harlan do this to them? I mean, Marta was living in a small home and she barely had money for her family together and Y/N wasn’t like Marta but did Harlan feel guilty of having Ransom being with her?

Ransom chuckles at the family who all scattered around the lawyer for the truth, which Walt read, Y/N and Marta’s names were printed on that form.

Ransom then cackles as he stands up, walking over towards Y/N but she watched him pass her, laughing on his way out. “Alan, you can take this piece of paper and shove it right up your ass and get out!” Linda turns to the cops. Y/N couldn’t handle the screams.

Oh no. She deal with it any longer.

Linda loved Y/N in the family, now she just turned sour in front of her.

“We are the Thrombey’s, god dammit! This is still out house!” Linda pauses as the whole family stares back at Alan who flinched. “Oh... and I leave this house to Marta Cabrera.” Y/N’s eyes widen as Linda gasps. “You little bitch!” Linda growls, Y/N couldn’t handle that much clamoring from all of them and ran out of the house. 

Rushing to her car, she pulls out her keys and began to unlock her car. Someone pushes her into her car, “You give me that money you just earned from my grandfather and maybe I’ll give you a deal, give you anything you want.” His hands grip her waist, “Anything.” 

“Get off!” She elbows him and gets into her car, closing the door. “Y/N!” Ransom bangs on her window. “Open this door, now!” Y/N turns on her car and drives out of the driveway and down the road. 

Wiping the tears from her eyes, everything was too much. Harlan shouldn’t have done that. He pitied for her. Ransom was an asshole, yes, but Harlan didn’t have to give that money to her.

All she needed was a damn drink.

An hour had passed and so far no one had bothered to look for her. Soon if Marta would need her, she would call. Y/N regret thinking about that cause now her phone was buzzing. Opening her phone, she sees a text message.

Marta: Ransom’s been taken by the police.

Y/N lifted from the stool and immediately called. “Marta? What the hell happened?”

.

“What?” Y/N asked.

Blanc walks forward towards Y/N, “That’s right. Ransom had swapped the contents of Marta's medication vials so she would kill Harlan with an overdose of morphine, making her ineligible to claim his inheritance according to the aforementioned slayer rule,” Blanc says.

Y/N looks over to Ransom who just glared at the detective, “However, Marta, an experienced nurse, administered the correct medicine without reading the labels, and is thus innocent of Harlan's death. After the death was reported as suicide, Ransom anonymously hired me to discover Marta's guilt,” Blanc points.

“Fran later saw Ransom swapping the vials back on the day the funeral for Harlan happened, leaving you, Y/N alone that day. Fran sent him the blackmail note. Ransom soon realizing that Marta had given Harlan the correct medication, Ransom passed on the blackmail note to Marta, removing the address and time. He destroyed the evidence of Marta's innocence by burning down the medical examiner's office and burning Fran's copy of the toxicology report. He drugged Fran with morphine and emailed her location to Marta, planning to frame Marta for Fran's murder. But Marta saved Fran’s life, with a good heart. Not once did she play your game.”

Y/N glanced at Ransom once again, seeing his eyes land on hers in a cold stare. 

“Fran’s alive?” Ransom asked. “Oh, yes,” Blanc replies, “Fran who will confirm this very story...” Y/N turns to hear Marta’s phone buzz before she turns and answers the phone.

"Yes?"

Everyone draws their eyes to her. "Doctor, that's great news," Blanc fixes his tie out of his shirt. "We'll be there soon, thank you." Marta turns around, almost happy about something. "She's okay," She's referring to Fran, "She's ready to talk." Ransom seemed to get darker by the second.

"Trooper Wagner, if you could-uh keep Mr. Drysdale in custody while Lieutenant Elliot-" Y/N’s mind goes to Ransom who is completely grudged about one thing in the case. He seemed to feel very upset of something. As if he wanted to say one last thing.

"All right. Up, come on," The officer says, Ransom stands up from his seat and went to reach for his coat. His eyes go to Marta once again. "I'm gonna say this just to you. No cameras. No courtroom. Just you, cause you know it's true," He walks up to Marta, "We allowed you into our home. We let you watch our granddad, we welcomes you into our family. And you think you can steal it from us? You think I'm not gonna fight to protect my home? Our birthright? Our ancestral family home?" Blanc begins to laugh causing you all to look over.

"You bought this place in the '80s from a Pakistan real estate-"

"Oh! Shut up, Blanc. Shut! Up! With that  Kentucky-fried-foghorn-leghorn-drawl!" He drags out the drawl, "Yeah, I killed Fran, but I guess I didn't. So what do you have on me? Nothing-what? Attempted murder? I get arson for the building and a few other charges, with a good lawyer-Which I have! I'll be out in no time."

Marta again. "And then we'll see, just how much hell I can reek on your life, you vicious little. Bitch," He glares at Marta. “Eat shit, Ransom,” Y/N snaps. Ransom turns to her.

Standing just a feet away from Marta, the couple hear Marta’s stomach rumble, her throat clenches and Y/N know what happens next. Ransom drops his face into confusion and seconds later she vomits right in his face. Everyone jumps up, Ransom backs up as Y/N kneels down to help Marta but she holds her hand up.

"Oh!" Ransom groans, "What the shit?!"  He completely blind but tries to open his eyes. Y/N gasps, “Or that.”

"That means she's lying!" Trooper says. "Yeah. Yeah, we know..." The other one says. "That's right," Marta says, "Fran's dead."

Ransom looks over, mouth agape as Marta looks up at him. "And you just confessed her murder." Marta stands up as Y/N helps her.

Ransom laughs, "Well..." He wipes his nose, "In for a penny."

Y/N see Ransom reach for one of the knives, attempting to kill once again. Y/N was quick enough to shove Marta away. "No!" His hand grabs Y/N’s shoulder and her hand grabs his wrist. Ransom had them fall back as the blade inches closer to where her heart was. The group hears the knife sink down, Ransom's body on top of hers. Y/N’s eyes blown wide in fear and shock, her breath was held in for a horrified scream.

She could smell the stomach acid on his face but she was more worried about the blade but nothing felt like it seeped out. Unless the woman was too shocked and felt numb below the neck.

His brows furrow, not seeing her eyes shut close or her body slowly dropping the tension in every muscle. His breathing slowly became less heavier. Y/N finally took a breath and it confused him more. He looks down to where the blade should've been. He lifts the knife slowly as it makes a grinding sound when a chef sharpens a knife and he pokes it into his girlfriend’s chest, finally realizing it was a retractable stage knife.

He looks up to her terrified eyes before muttering, "Shit." The officers grab Ransom's shoulders and pulled him away from her. Y/N laid there on the ground in fear, hand holding onto the blade. A man who had beaten her, was proven guilty for he murder of Fran.

Marta comes down and gently pulls Y/N up. “It’s okay,” Marta says, she gently held her shoulders. Shaking under her touch, all she did was stare in front of her. Ransom calling out to Y/N bringing the tears down her cheeks now.

An asshole turned out to be a murderer.

Eat shit, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

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B G S V for the dirty headcanons

amkldbcsjhdbf HIIII how are you kjsdnksf ??!? ?! i am sorry i held on to this for so long but tbh i kinda?? forgot i had it and, well 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊: 𝒕𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊?

𝔹 is for 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

(𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋’𝗌)

to be honest with you i have always imagined jacob to be a man who is into thighs and buttcheeks- do you have an ass at the top of your legs like most other people? chances are he's looked whether you've noticed or not.

i don't think jacob seed is the type of man that actually likes much about himself- if anything! despite being incredibly cocksure and forward in the cutscenes we have with him where he is speaking i think he has an? unnatural and insane amount of confidence in his little operation in the valley of the whitetails but i do think that is fueled mainly by madness- determination to die and insanity are very powerful, potent motivators.

𝔾 is for  𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓯𝔂  

(𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖾𝗍𝖼)

personally i feel like he's the type of creature that wants instant pleasure out of whatever he is doing that isn't work related- not including hunting (people or animal). i think? outside of the bedroom he's likely a cocky, humorous man; very sure of himself. he very likely has a way of delivering jokes that is always toeing the line of creepy, morbid, RUN SERIAL KILLER KSJDkjsDSFD SAVE URSELF. where john is able to mask and pass for normal sometimes jacob is most definitely NOT. he cray cray and he want u to know it, ma'am or sir or those like myself that are otherwise affiliated in or outside of gender roles.

but?? i really do think he is the type to be majority serious in the bedroom. he's covered in painful rashes and scars and it has to be? more than uncomfortable revealing the extent to another person on an intimate level. logically? there has to be moderate-severe discomfort and pain that comes with his condition(s) and someone who can not manage their pain or mental health on the best day?? control becomes everything in most situations, especially when you factor in ptsd/GAD/etc- some people are not this way, of course, but he seems like?? the type to need control over things in order to feel secure and i doubt this fluctuates often if at all. i'm sure after he has given someone the chance to get close enough to get comfortable with them? this could change from time to time and uhhHh u heard it here folks: jacob abraham seed the himbo switch from hell™

𝕊 is for  𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪  

(𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍…)

oof gosh i generally write jake as not lasting too long but, in my defense, he is nearing 50 and has GFS which can and does cause a host of sexual dysfunctions including mutations/etc during pregnancy. i also tend to pen him as not having been with someone intimately in a long time. depending on what verse i'm dicking around in it's been since his wife pased that anyone meaningful has come along but in the other more canon "accepted" verse where he was not married it's been at least a year since he's split with Tammy. in either of those two i do mention him having quick back-alley romps but let's be real that is not gonna up your stamina/sensitivity game like?? at all. but, either way, no need to fret, this boy's from Georgia and loves eating fuzzy, ripe, juicy peaches

𝕍 is for 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓮

(𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾)

ajhbsjdjksjksfdkgfdfjslskldfd okay so. going off of the sex is not a thing that happens so often for this flambéed ginger motherfucker aaand keeping in mind that he's really just an incredibly fucked up southern boy at heart i think the noises he makes are in veryyy large contrast to his stature/image. he's big, tall, mean looking- he would eat you in a survival situation but? i feel like there's whimpering gasps and hitching breath- you ever heard or been with someone who?? sounds like?? they're? somewhere between pain and pleasure in an extreme way?? i'm preeeetty certain it's that just him desperately trying not to make a sound and failing

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friend of a friend ~ Calum Hood (song drabble)

my masterlist │ my song drabbles

song i used as inspiration: new hope club ~ friend of a friend

words: 1.9K

approximate reading time: about 10-15 mins

a/n: just a short, fluffy blurb with baby Cal, not exactly my favourite song drabble i've ever written, but that's alright. anything with Calum Hood in it is worth writing. i hope you enjoy reading this, and if you do, please like and/or comment to help a lonely writer feel a little less alone.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Calum could see a person approaching the group he was bluntly keeping an eye on. He turned his head to the side in fear that it was her boyfriend, jaw dropping as soon as his mind placed a name next to the fairly familiar face of the newly arrived.

Jacob. Back in primary school, they were good friends. And now he was seemingly part of the squad gathering next to the small stage as they greeted him so joyously.

Calum watched to see if there was anything hinting at Jacob being romantically involved with the girl, but other than a friendly hug and wide smiles, nothing happened, leaving him much relieved.

"Who are you gawking at so hard?" Mali-Koa chuckled, arriving back to her brother with two glasses of champagne.

"No one," he was quick to tear his eyes off the young girl.

"Sure," his sister frowned but pressed no more.

By the time the wedding ceremony ended, the perfect plan had already formed in his head about how he could accidentally get closer to the gorgeous woman and maybe even introduce himself and possibly start a conversation. He just had to walk up to Jacob to reminisce about the good old times.

He ate the dinner in impatient silence, only short answers left his lips when someone sitting around him asked something. The food was absolutely delicious, but his mind was filled with thoughts trying to bring his plan to perfection to the brim, leaving no space for him to contemplate the savoury chef-d'oeuvre.

He kept on glancing back at her, and multiple times she looked up and caught his eyes, making him swiftly turn away with sparkles running inside his body and a blush appearing in his face.

As soon as music got louder and people swarmed the dancefloor, he was ready to approach the group, but just as he had stood up, a random guy came in the picture and took the girl to dancing. Without her around it was pointless to go up and chat with Jacob so he slumped back down on his chair with a frustrated frown on his face.

"Are you okay?" Mali-Koa leant closer, gently touching his arm.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Then is it okay for me to go dancing?"

Calum looked up slightly confused. If he said there was something wrong, she would've said no to dancing and stayed with him? Love towards his sister warmed up his heart and he faked a perfectly happy smile on his face to reassure her.

"I'll be alright here, just have to relax a bit after eating," he shrugged.

Mali-Koa left the table joyously, leaving him alone to continue successfully pulling his plan off. He was determined to jump at any chance given when the girl sits back at their table, tired from all the dancing.

Calum had to wait for several more songs to end, several guys who got a chance to dance with her before his time had come. By the time she slumped down at her chair, he was halfway there.

"Jacob!" He exclaimed when he was in hearing distance. "Long time no see!"

The mentioned boy turned around, eyes widening at the sight of his old friend. He swiftly jumped up from his seated position, pulling him in a hug.

"Cal! How are you, man?"

"Fine, everything's going right. What's up with you?" Calum tried hard to fight the urge to glance at the girl more often than it was acceptable, but being so close to her made every simple, easy thing ten times harder.

"Everything's the same as it was the last time we met. Slowly but surely I'm lunging forward in the business," Jacob let out a laugh. "Music's really be working out for you, huh? Who would've thought back then?"

Calum laughed with him, nodding as he tried to come up with something to say that wouldn't sound self-centered or stupid but would describe how it all was in his life.

"Oh, so you're that Calum!" A new voice chirped in their conversation, and Cal's pulse rapidly quickened when he realised who spoke. It was the girl. He looked back at his friend for both explanation and introduction, and Jacob swiftly implemented.

"Cal, this is my friend from college, (y/n). And (y/n), yes, this is that Calum," he placed a friendly slap against Calum's back. "Calum Hood himself."

"Nice to meet you!" The girl, (y/n) stood up, reaching out to shake his hand.

"You too."

He was just about to open his mouth to say something else, he was indeed waiting for this moment the whole night, but in the background a new song started and a loud exclaim left Jacob.

"It's my go-to song! Sorry, pal, gotta leave you here now, I can't not dance to this!" And within less than a moment he was already in the middle of the dancefloor busting out his flawless dance moves.

Quite awkwardly Calum turned back, afraid that without his friend's presence (y/n) would search for other company, but the girl was still watching him with curious eyes.

"So you're the bassist of 5 Seconds Of Summer, right?" (y/n) asked.

"Yeah," he replied, waiting for her to continue.

"Not really my type of music, but I guess you're too famous to be bad."

A few moments of silence set between the two of them, Calum feeling a bit taken aback by the sudden and sharp honesty. It wasn't often anyone said something like this to him.

The next thing he knew was (y/n) bursting out in laughter.

"You should've seen your face," she spoke up half a minute of laughing later, grabbing at her sides. "To be totally honest with you, though, I truly don't listen to that kind of music you make, but I actually did listen to many of your songs and they're good. Just not what I would listen to on my own."

"Okay. Thanks, I guess," Calum smiled, moving his shoulders in a small shrug. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Please, feel free to do so," she pointed at Jacob's free chair.

"So you two met in college?"

"Yep. He was the roommate of my boyfriend at the time and we almost instantly bonded and became great friends."

"Oh, nice!"

"You think so?" (y/n) giggled. "Jacob can be a stubborn pain in the ass, maybe it would've been better without him in my life."

They both started laughing before the girl swiftly took it all back, claiming that it was only a joke and Jacob actually saved her from that terrible relationship. That actually gave Calum a subject to have a conversation with the girl about, and about fifteen minute later, with each a slice of cake in front of them on the table they were still talking, much to the boy's extreme inner happiness.

"Enough of me, you're the star. Tell me about how it is, living such a life," she eventually prompted.

"Ugh, okay," Cal nodded, but couldn't find the perfect words to say and stayed silent.

"Come on, it must be pretty exciting. Probably even the smallest details would leave me in awe. I live the simplest life ever."

He took a deep breath to calm his swiftly beating heart and let go of the thought that it was someone he already liked so much who asked him for description.

As soon as he started speaking, the words seemed to flow out from his mouth. The perfect thoughts came to his mind complemented with the perfect words, for him an unusual but incredible combination.

"Wanna dance?" He asked, noticing the girl casting numerous glances towards the dance floor.

"Actually, I was thinking about trying to escape from the building. I could really use some fresh air and quiet. What do you think, can we manage?"

Calum was surprised hearing her proposal, but leaving to an even more private place to continue their conversation seemed the greatest idea ever.

"We should give it a try," he grinned and stood up before in a moment of bravery he reached out to grab her hand. She showed no resistance just jumped up, grabbed her purse and followed him out of the room by the wall, behind everyone on the dancefloor.

"That was much easier than I thought," (y/n) giggled as she leant against the wall of the building, letting the coolness sweep through the thin material of her dress.

"Exactly," Cal nodded along. "I thought at least Jacob would notice but it seems like disappeared somewhere."

"Yeah, and actually I'm pretty glad you came up to him because if you haven't, now I'd be sitting all alone at our table."

"You're welcome."

"And you're not as bad of a company as I thought you to be," the girl admitted, making him stop pacing up and down in front of her he was doing nonstop ever since getting out of the wedding venue.

"You expected me to be bad company?" He frowned.

"I mean, yeah," (y/n) shrugged. "You're a world wide famous musician. You have every reason to be cocky."

"Okay, I see." Calum couldn't help but feel a bit hurt by her accusation, no matter how well he knew she was partially right.

"But you proved me wrong, and that's what matters," she continued, touching his arm sweetly.

They smiled at each other, a comfortable, nice feeling filling the air around them as if they were in their own little bubble, not bothered by the real world.

Though the next moment this bubble suddenly bursted when a wobbly figure exited the building, almost tripping in his own feet.

"(y/n), is that you?" Jacob asked, voice proving his slightly drunken state.

"Yep."

"And is your promise to take me home still on?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" (y/n) frowned as her friend got closer. "I didn't drink anything."

"Because of your company," Jacob chuckled with a smug look on his face.

"Oh, come on, Jacob," she sighed. "We're only talking."

"I know, I know," the boy put his hands up in defense before bursting out laughing once again. "But who knows where the night would end?"

"Shut up, just go get our things."

When their mutual friend disappeared inside once again, she turned back to Calum.

"So, I have to go now."

"Yeah," the young man nodded, feeling sadness pang in his chest.

"What, are you going to let me leave without asking the one question that was so obviously on the tip of your tongue the whole night?" (y/n) let out a laugh.

Calum felt his eyes widen by the girl's observation and he gulped before eventually speaking up, eyes casted to the ground to hide his embarrassment for being so evident.

"Wanna, like– I mean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch someday? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

"Sure, yeah."

"Really?" He looked up in surprise.

"Yes, dumbass. I enjoyed talking tonight, we should continue it sometime," (y/n) explained, pulling her phone out of her purse. "Here, give me your number so we could arrange the date and location."

Calum still felt stunned as his fingers almost instinctively typed in the numbers one by one before handing the devide back to the girl. She swiftly tapped away on it, and the next moment his phone beeped in his pocket.

"I sent a text so you have my number too."

They stared at each other's eyes in silence before (y/n) suddenly stepped closer and pressed a lingering kiss on his cheek. Cal subconsciously leant into her touch but before he could react any more properly, she was already halfway towards the door.

With one last wave and a glance above her shoulder she disappeared, leaving Calum standing frozen in the dark night. Slowly he managed to make himself take the first step and eventually set off to stroll inside the building, his fingers pulling out his phone to open her text and save her number.

Next time don't be so shy, rockstar, I'm not biting. Xx

.::the end::.

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[emmy-writes-sometimes]

She’s Kinda Hot

You’re just his co-star’s daughter, but you don’t get along. Until they force you to learn more about each other.

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           The first time you met Jaeden, you hated him. He was coming off of the success from It and he was cocky about it. Really cocky about it. He played nice to all of the adults, but when he met you he looked you up and down and laughed and then walked away. Like, really, what the fuck was that?

           Everyone kind of grouped you together because you were around the same age – you were only a couple months younger than him. And at least in Knives Out, you were the only two people your age on set at all. You were mostly just there to help your dad, since you were homeschooled you’d stay in his trailer or show up and help him out. Everyone would say get out, the adults are talking, and turn the two of you away.

           You didn’t know if the asshole thing was just an act, because he was as sweet as could be around anyone else. He seemed like the kind of guy that would give a girl flowers just because. But to you, he was the devil incarnate. He just stood there on set in his white suit for a costume and flirted with you, but it was a condescending kind of flirt. It made your heart jump and your stomach churn and you absolutely hated that he had the effect on you.

           What you didn’t know was how he felt about you. You were gorgeous. You were smart and you were kind and you were always willing to help out on set. You loved your father, even when he was an idiot, and you always tried to do the right thing even if it was hard. And you always had something to say about the process of making a movie that made him wonder why you weren’t going to pursue it in college. You made his heart do this thing and the only way he could figure out to do was make it seem like he hated you because it just felt like he should. He didn’t feel like he should blush every time you said something to him, so he pretended that he hated you. But, of course, neither of you knew the hatred was only a protective coping mechanism.

           You were on set for the final day of Knives Out, so they’d had a big lunch catered in. You came in dressed nicely because you’d had a college interview, or something like that, because he tried to pretend that he didn’t care enough to know. You were wearing a wrap skirt and a white shirt and he wanted to tell you how pretty you looked, but instead he turned his head and made a remark about how you were always trying to impress.

           “What did you say?” You said, swirling around. You crossed your arms against your chest, suddenly insecure about the crop top you were wearing.

           “Nothing,” he shrugged. “But you really shouldn’t try so hard. If you’re smart they’ll like you anyway.” You almost growled in response, because what kind of comment was that? What kind of ass-backwards, back-handed compliment was that? Because he’d said you were pretty, or implied it, but he’d also implied that you were dumb. And he’d made joked about your intelligence, many times, but it was never about a lack of intelligence. It was weird. Definitely weird. But you got through the lunch and kissed your dad on the cheek and left to take the dog for a walk around the grounds near the house they were filming at.

           You always made some crack about how much of an asshole he was whenever your friends said he was cute. Yes, he was cute. Very cute. But he was an ass, and you needed them to know that so they’d stop thirsting over him. Maybe it was because you were thirsting over him and wanted him all to yourself, but you didn’t know that. How could you?

           And then your dad said he got a role in Defending Jacob. And you were immensely proud of him because he believed in the project and the character and had fought for it for a really long time. Then he said Jaeden was going to be the main character. And then he said they were filming in Boston. So great – Jaeden was going to be around for a few months while they filmed. He lived on his own so your dad invited him to dinners all the time, or he’d come home with him and your dad would give him advice or whatever boys did.

           It was ten PM and you were absolutely desperate for water. You had been working on homework for the past couple of hours before taking a shower and getting ready for bed, but you could hear your dad and Jae’s voices. You sucked it up and pulled your sleep shorts down a little and you changed into a t-shirt that Jaeden’s eyes traveled up and down when you got down there. You got your water and turned to the two of them on the couch.

           “Good night, sweetie,” your dad said.

           “Yeah, Y/N, good night,” Jaeden said with a smile on his face. One that your dad obviously didn’t see. Jaeden checked you out and then you tried to brush it off, but the heat rose to your cheeks as you disappeared up the stairs and went back into your room. You heard him ask for the bathroom later, but you were too lazy to shut your door, and he walked in and stood in the doorway, looking around.

           “What do you want?” You asked. He smirked at your photo wall for some reason, one of which had a picture of you and your dad at the Knives Out premiere.

           “Nothing.” He looked at you and then left, causing you to sit up and turn on your light and text your friend about the weird interaction.

           You continued coming to set when they were filming the show, especially since it was close, and you were a glorified director’s assistant by the time you were filming for the third week. You and Jaeden continued getting in stupid little fights, mostly just snarky comments until someone told you to stop. You wanted to know what the fuck his problem was. You wanted to know why the fuck he was acting like he owned everyone and everything around you and then he was perfectly sweet to everyone else. Why was he so cocky? And why did you kind of like him?

           Jaeden got off a little early that day, having finished his scene, and stayed at the restaurant they were filming at to get some food. The director had sent you back to pick up a bag he’d left by accident, so you took your car keys and went back. You saw Jae at a booth by himself, scrolling through his phone, eating pizza. Beside him was the director’s bag, and you sighed. This was the first time you two were truly alone together, and you intended to make it quick.

           “Can I have that?” You asked, walking up to him. He put the pizza he was holding down, swallowed, and shrugged. You went to grab it but he got to it first, putting a hand on it so you couldn’t take it.

           “Only if you sit and have a piece with me,” he shrugged.

           “Funny, asshole. Just give me the bag.”

           “No.” You sat down, frustrated, and caught him eyeing the gold chain around your neck with stars hanging from it. You thought it was pretty, but maybe he thought otherwise. “So. How’s senior year?”

           “Fine?” You replied. You didn’t take a piece of pizza in fear that he’d try and keep you there even longer, but when the waiter came by you ordered a root beer.

           “I’m trying not to make this weird, Evans, and you’re really trying to do the opposite,” he remarked as he took a sip from his bottle of root beer.

           “I’m not, you’re just being an asshole.” He smirked. “And my name is Y/N.”

           “So that’s what you really think of me.”

           “Well, when you act like one, people tend to think you’re one.” He shrugged his shoulders, sitting back.

           “I guess so. I kinda figured you could see through it, but I guess you can’t.” You tilted your head, confused. “You’re pretty when you’re confused.”

           “You’re a confusing person.”

           “Only when I want to be.” You sat in silence for a few minutes, just drinking as fast as you could, and then you put the bottle down and stood up.

           “Can I get my bag now?”

           “Fine.” He handed you the bag and you took it from him, and you started to leave a couple of dollars on the table for the root beer, but he shook his head. “I got it. You owe me for next time, though.”

           You walked out of the pizza place feeling weirder than you did before. Now you were just confused. He acted completely differently then than he ever had before, almost like he genuinely cared about you and wanted to have a conversation with you, which was weird because you could’ve sworn from the way he was acting that he didn’t like you. You shrugged it off, bringing the bag back to set.

           You avoided him after that – you just didn’t want to know if he had an ulterior motive by talking to you or not, so even though it messed with your head, you let it go. Your relationship became even more passive aggressive as the show went on and you started hanging out with some of the other kids on set. You and some of the others were sitting in someone’s basement, drinking soda and talking, just to talk, and you ended up on the topic of him. He was doing a night shoot and wasn’t there, which was the only reason you’d agreed to go.

           “It’s just weird. He likes me when we’re alone, and then when we’re with other people, he’s a complete asshole to me, and everyone else just doesn’t see it. Like, he’ll make some backhanded compliment and then smirk at me or stare at me and expect me not to say anything about it,” you explained.

           “Maybe he likes you and he just doesn’t know how to say it. I don’t know. Maybe if you’re just super nice to him, he’ll see that he’s being ridiculous.” You sighed and let the topic go, thinking about her words for the rest of the night. You debated texting him and asking him what was up, because for some reason you had his number, but you didn’t. You typed a message out and deleted it.

           The next day was a long one. You could tell he was tired and you felt bad for him, so you handed him a coffee even though he didn’t ask for it. He didn’t say anything, he just looked you up and down, and he smiled. Not a smirk. A smile. A genuine, real, thankful smile. You turned away and went back to set, thinking that maybe you’d swayed him into being a little nicer to you.

           Nope.

           “Why don’t you see what Jaeden’s doing?” Your dad asked as you helped him adjust his costume, looking at a camera to make sure it was how everything had been the day before. The crew was reduced since you were filming in a courtroom, so you were the continuity police.

           “Because he hates me,” you replied casually, looking at the camera footage before fixing his cuff links.

           “Or do you just not know him? He’s a good kid, hon, he just doesn’t know how to say that all the time. Just go hang out with him. For me?” You sighed, rolling your eyes, and you shook your head.

           “Nope.”

           “Evans!” The director called out for you. You turned from your dad and went to his side. Jaeden was standing with the director, probably talking shit about you.

           “Here,” you responded with a smile. It faded when you saw Jaeden’s face.

           “We revised some of the lines for the arraignment scene, would you mind running them with him? Reduced crew.”

           “Sure!” You tried to sound excited and led Jae out of the room and into the green room. It was someone’s office, but while you were filming there, it was the green room. You sat up on the desk, swinging your feet since they didn’t touch the ground, and looked over the new scenes.

           “Thanks for the coffee yesterday,” he said. You looked up and saw a completely different person than the asshole you thought you knew.

           “You looked tired,” you shrugged. “Figured you could use some.”

           “Yeah.” He gave you a small smile and you started running through the scenes. You caught him looking at you, and not because you were talking. You didn’t know why, but it didn’t have anything to do with the lines you were saying because those didn’t need him to look at you. And he wasn’t really in character, either. He was just trying to learn his lines. Eventually he put the papers down and looked up at you, and you did the same. You crossed your arms, knowing it was a slightly defensive position.

           “You know I’m not really like that, right?” He asked. You could tell he was nervous. Your heart started beating faster as he walked closer to you and the butterflies started again.

           “Like what?”

           “An ass. I just… I think you’re really cool, and I like you a lot, and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I thought that it would be easier if you hated me. Because you’re my co-star’s daughter and now matter how pretty you are, I know I shouldn’t.” You took in his statement for a second. He liked you. He actually liked you.

           “I don’t hate you, Jaeden. I hate the way you act toward me. That’s different. I just wish you’d act normal because it’s confusing when you don’t. Because I like you too and I don’t know why when you’ve been acting like that since we met.” He sighed.

           “I guess I really screwed up, then. I’m sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve that.” That was the first time he’d ever called you by your actual name, not your last name, not some nickname. Your name. He walked over to you until you could smell his cologne and you could hear how heavy he was breathing and you could see in his eyes that he was really, truly, genuinely sorry.

           “I like you too,” you admitted. “And I don’t know anyone that said we shouldn’t. Unless there’s a rule I don’t know about.” He looked around the room. Your phone lit up, but you didn’t answer it. You were focusing on him. And you were sure he could hear how your heart was absolutely throbbing in anticipation of where your conversation would go.

           “No. There’s no rule.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you’d been waiting to release. “Do you want there to be one?”

           “No.” You didn’t know exactly why you pulled him toward you, but you did. And then you were an inch away from his face, and then he reached out and suddenly his hands were on your waist and he was kissing you, and you were okay with it. You were really okay with it. Your fist was wrapped in his shirt, not caring that it would get wrinkled and you’d probably have to go get another one. You didn’t know how long you were there, but evidently it was a while, because the door opened and he jumped away from you, turning. It was your dad.

           “I meant hang out with him like go see a movie or something,” your dad said. “But kissing is fine too, I guess. Just get back to set, we’re ready to film.”

A/N: This was a little different from the prompt but it just kind of turned out that way! I love the Evans x Jaeden pairing so much honestly so I definitely got carried away. Thanks for requesting!

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[lunasilvermorny]

Luna and Rowan - Moving on

Pride month - Day 15.

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Year 6

Luna: Are you still into Bill?

Rowan: What? No. What? NO!

Luna: …

Rowan: You're still into Bill!

Luna: I'm into everyone at this point.

Rowan: Fair enough.

Luna: Seriously, you still fancy him?

Rowan: I'm not… I can't talk to you about this.

Luna: Why not?

Rowan: Is that really your angle?

Luna: I don't think it's weird.

Rowan: …

Luna: Fine, whatever, but if it were the other way around, you would have been upset with me for not telling you.

*Rowan looked away in embarrassment*

Luna: So, have you finished going through everything for tomorrow's test?

Rowan: …

Luna: I think I'm good, but my success rate is about 8 out of every 10 tries. Do you think it's enough?

Rowan: …

Luna: Can you stop being weird? I'm trying to change the subject.

Rowan: …

Luna: So yesterday, I sneaked into Barnaby's dorms-

Rowan: Please, just stop.

Luna: Good to have you back, buddy.

Rowan: I really want to talk to you about it, but…

Luna: I get it, don't worry.

Rowan: Do you think I'm a hypocrite?

Luna: Nah.

Rowan: …

Luna: But maybe-

*Rowan sighed*

Luna: Listen. Maybe you just need to find another bloke to mess around with.

Rowan: Woah, there! We are NOT having this discussion.

Luna: Why the hell not?

Rowan: Not when it's about me.

Luna: Seriously, you just need to get it out of your system.

Rowan: You know, it's not as easy as you're making it out to be.

Luna: It's not that hard either. That's what she said.

*Rowan rolled his eyes*

Luna: Sorry.

Rowan: Maybe if you're straight.

Luna: Seriously?

Rowan: How many girls have you messed around with?

Luna: Jeez, low blow!

Rowan: See?

Luna: You fucking arse.

Rowan: You've just proven my point.

Luna: That's not it, you wanker. It's the stupid monogamy shit. Not my fault I haven't met a girl that wants to be casual. If I were a guy, I'd have had so many options.

Rowan: Like who?

Luna: What about Andre?

Rowan: We have nothing in common.

Luna: Who cares?

Rowan: I do! There's no chemistry between us and he's probably more into you anyway. Story of my life.

Luna: At least you're not being bitter.

Rowan: And you're not even trying to deny it.

Luna: I might have made out with him once.

Rowan: Wait, WHAT?! WHEN?!

Luna: Don’t worry about it.

Rowan: Is there anyone you haven’t shoved your tongue down their throats?!

Luna: Probably.

Rowan: Unbelievable.

Luna: I'm not sure if you're being jealous or judgmental. Probably both, right?

Rowan: ...Maybe.

Luna: You just need to be more confident.

Rowan: I'm sure it would have been easier if I were a cute, skinny blond.

Luna: You’re tall and... you know, wear glasses. Some people are into that.

Rowan: Face it, the only reason you get any action is because you’re cute.

Luna: Are you saying I have no game?

Rowan: Just by saying it, you showed that you don't have any.

Luna: It’s not just about how you look. There are plenty of beautiful inexperienced people.

Rowan: Well, being a slut also helped you.

Luna: Yep. Maybe you should learn a thing or two from this slut.

Rowan: …

Rowan: Luna, I didn't mean to-

Luna: I wasn't offended.

Rowan: Where do I even start?

Luna: Start with small steps. There are plenty of cute guys all around you.

Rowan: I guess… Umm…

Luna: Barnaby?

Rowan: Yeah, he's hot.

Luna: Andre…

Rowan: Yep. You know, Charlie is also pretty cute.

Luna: Stay away from the Weasleys for now.

Rowan: Okay. Oh, that Gryffindor kid that you always tutor in Charm class.

Luna: I guess he's more attractive when you don’t witness his many, many failures.

Rowan: Oh, and Diego!

Luna: You can have him, he's too eager for my taste.

Rowan: But he's hot.

Luna: I guess.

Rowan: This is actually kind of fun.

Luna: See? You just need to be more relaxed about it.

Rowan: Do you think there's a chance Diego is bi?

Luna: That guy is so thirsty, I wouldn't be surprised if he’s into House-elves as well.

Rowan: Are you seriously judging someone for being overly sexual?

Luna: I don't have to try that hard to get some.

Rowan: You're so damn cocky.

Luna: You know it.

Rowan: You know who else is hot?

Luna: Who?

Rowan: Jacob.

Luna: …

Luna: Not as hot as your mum.

Rowan: Really? I can't even tease you once without you making it weird?

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At this point Rowan had a crush on Bill for over 5 years, so I felt like he needed a bit of a pep talk to try and move on. And although in my headcanon (where Rowan goes on to live a very long and happy life!) he never kissed anyone until he already graduated from Hogwarts, these kind of talks helped push him in the right direction.

(Also at this point Luna was already technically with Rath, but it was still a secret.)