#witchwyfe writing

[witchwyfe]

karma is my boyfriend - rc

pairing - (non-canon) Rafe Cameron x female reader

précis - a lil princess treatment from rafe :)

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption, fluff,

word count - 673

"Rafe, Rafe!?" You're spinning around, looking for your boyfriend until suddenly you whirl around and bump into a broad chest.

"Hey!" You gasp, until you look up and see his face. "Oh! Hi baby!" You coo, reaching up to cup his cheeks. 

"Hi sweet girl." He smiles, running his thumb along your cheekbone. 

You greet him happily, leaning in to his touch. "Did you get my drink?" You wonder, suddenly remembering why he left you in the first place.

"Hmm, sure did." He nods, handing you an ice water rather than the vodka redbull you'd requested.

You don't seem to notice though, slipping the paper straw into your mouth and slurping it down happily.

"We gonna dance s'more?" You wonder, straw between your lips.

"We can't, baby," He says, smoothing a hand down the back of your head. "They're closing."

"Nooo!" You groan, throwing your head back.

"I know, I know," He soothes. "But we can go home and get some snacks and watch a show...?" He offers.

"Okay!" You're smiling once again, digging your fingers into his tee shirt.

"Finish your drink and we'll go home, kay?" 

You nod, bypassing the straw and tipping the rest of the water into your mouth, before handing your empty glass to Rafe.

You're not even that drunk, really just a little past tipsy but you're fine with letting Rafe handle everything and take care of you.

Suddenly his jacket is being draped over your shoulders, coupled with a soft kiss to the top of your head. 

"Thank you." You simper. You slide your arms into the sleeves and blink up at your boyfriend.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

You lead him out of the bar, arms shoved into the pockets of his jacket, while he has your little purse slung over his shoulder, your phone, his phone, and the keys all in one hand.

"How much farther?" You ask a few moments later, looking back at him.

"Not too much," He frowns looking out at the street. When the two of you arrived at the club, hours before, he'd had to park his car somewhat far due to the lack of space. "Your feet hurting, baby?"

You shrug a shoulder. "Yeah." You nod. "But it's just till the car then I'll take my shoes off."

"C'mere," He says, shoving both of your phones into his pocket.

"What?" You wonder, turning to give him a coy smile.

Your sweet boyfriend kneels down on the dirty sidewalk, taking your ankle into his hands so he can unbuckle your heel. You're flustered beyond words, heat rising on your cheeks while Rafe's rough palm softly works your foot out of your strappy shoe. 

"Stand on my foot babe, so I can take your other shoe off." He says, running his hand up your calf. 

Once both of your heels are dangling from his hand, he scoops you into his arms, bridal style.

"Are you sure, Rafe?" You wonder softly. "I feel bad, you don't--"

"You have nothing to feel bad about." He assures, lips at your temple. "Just let me take you to the car, okay gorgeous?"

"Okay." You hum happily, relaxing in his hold.

Your arms are sling around your neck and you have easy access to his neck if you strain a little--and you do--at least five times on the way to the car, so you can kiss his neck.

He pretends like he's not flustered by it, but you can see the rosy glow of his cheeks from the street lamps, the harsh light making him appear ethereal and you have to shut your eyes for a second to remember he's real.

You’re still in a fond trance when he uses one hand to open the car door and gently deposit you into the passenger seat. He buckles your seatbelt and tugs on it, before pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Love you,” You croon, leaning back against the seat to look at him. 

“Love you so much more.” He promises. “C’mere angel, gimme a kiss.”

© witchwyfe 2024. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

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━DECEMBER 2022; susan's recs

HARRY POTTER

━━DRACO MALFOY

a worthy opponent; part2; part3; part4 @prettygirlkay

kiss cam @↑

odd one out @panda-noosh

━━THEODORE NOTT

the devil’s command @s1ater

date with another @tbzloonar

GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

apologies @heliads

easily forgettable @magpiencrow

soulmates @↑

heartless @↑

jealous @↑

cupid screwed up @anthonysharmaa

i worry about you @goldengoddess

company @↑

our room @triptuckers

you are done for @sumsebien

my greatest strength and my frailest weakness @holden-caulfield

definitely soft @↑

trust @↑

seven bells @↑

━━NIKOLAI LANTSOV

pretty boy @goldengoddess

━━JESPER FAHEY

my heart beats for you @magpiencrow

oops, I did it again @anthonysharmaa

CHRIS EVANS

never too late @fangirlovestuff

━━RANSOM DRYSDALE

his thoughts @andysbubba

accidentally in love @sage-writing

━━COLIN SHEA

a very colin christmas; part2; part3; part4; part5 @fangirlovestuff

DIVERGENT

━━ERIC COULTER

weaknesses @heliads

DYLAN O'BRIEN

━━JOEL DAWSON

custody arrangement @clints-lucky-arrow

━━THOMAS

patch me up @heliads

TEEN WOLF

━━BRETT TALBOT

the spring break lie @heliads

MARVEL

━━LOKI LAUFEYSON

break @darkacademicfrom2021

━━PIETRO MAXIMOFF

the man that you are @heliads

━━STEVE ROGERS

more than meets the eye @fangirlovestuff

worthy @oliverwxod

just a moment @holden-caulfield

OUTER BANKS

pogue v. kook @ptersparkers

━━JJ MAYBANK

hurt by you @ptersparkers

cramps @collecting-stories

high @↑

━━RAFE CAMERON

midnight swim @collecting-stories

f.w.b. @↑

stargazer @↑

FATE: THE WINX SAGA

━━RIVEN

be nice @randomimaginesforrandompeople

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

care for you @witchwyfe

━━JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

less talk; part2; part3 @tongue-like-a-razor

[katsu28]

kait's book corner & cafe

update: this celebration is now closed!

note from me to you: hello friends! the time has come again where i must be sappy. i know, i know, just bear with me, okay? i truly cannot comprehend that there are over two thousand of you lovely souls here now. i appreciate every single one of you who have taken time out of your own lives to join me in my delusions, more than you'll ever know. every like, every comment, every reblog with an indecipherable keysmash—i cherish them all. you all are what push me to grow as a writer, and to keep writing. thank you, thank you, thank you <3

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Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

masterlist

beyond these four walls

contains: imagines

rooster

ddejavuvu

contains: just bradley :)

masterlist

hcu

contains: a lot of mav and ice but some rooster and hangman

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writing dumpster

contains: rooster, bob, fanboy

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roosterforme

contains: oml such good stuff, literally will read for hours on end x

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witchwyfe

contains: rooster and hangman

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gennyanydots

contains: bangers

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blurbs

sehnsuchts trunken

contains: bangers

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roosterbruiser

contains: bangers

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lostdreamerblog1

contains: imagines plus spn (haven’t read them tho)

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sometimesanalice

contains: bangers

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ultralightpoe

contains: just jake so far

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spideystevie

contains: jake and bradley

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topguncortez

contains: bangers

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callsignmeiga

contains: topgun 1986 and maverick

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callsignhoney

contains: once again, bangers

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notroosterbradshaw

contains: good shit

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birdybatwrites

contains: just a few hangmans

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contains: bangers + filth

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bussyslayer333

contains: bangers + filth

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oh to be leah

contains: you guessed it, bangers

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andorskenobi

contains: bangers

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seresinhangmanjake

contains: currently just jake but bangers

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bradshawsbitch

contains: bops

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waklman

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STRANGER THINGS FANFICS REC PT.3

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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steve harrington

eddie munson

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steve harrington

@maximoff-pan - steve with a golden retriever! reader

@luveline - calling steve lovebug

- ___

- shopping with steve

@hellfireclubmember - pretty girl

@quin-ns - crushes,chaos and confessions

@lady-ashfade - lunch worry

@crazycookiecrumbles - awkward car trips

- hawkin's Halloween surprise

- idiots, total idiots

@sattlersquarry - elegia

@thewriterg - in the moment

@scarlet-star-witch - the story of us

@peterparkersnose - steve harrington favorite things

@witchwyfe - teddy bear

@leossmoonn - steve getting caught being the little spoon when cuddling

@homeofthepeculiar - anchor

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eddie munson

@darling-i-read-it - secrets

@iliveiloveiwrite - here when you wake

@erosso - spending some time alone ♡

- ___

@undersilverlake - shy!eddie

@crimsonsabbath - double life

@marvelsswansong - total mystery

- decorating eddie's bandages

@hawkins-losers - would i make a great cheerleader?

@evans-heaven - pretzels

@etherealperrie - stuck with you pt.1

@ygrworld - everything for my lady

@two-red-lungs - rapunzel, rapunzel

@frenziedslashers - taking care of the freak ♡

@peterparkersnose - sleep hc

- eddie's favorite things

@thisisntmyrightera - always the freak girlfriend

@luveline - eddie's hair getting tangle

- reader sleeps w/ her teddy when she has anxiety

- helping eddie study

- ___

- golden retriever girlfriend

@l44serbeam - now i wanna,be your dog (metalhead!reader)

@coveredinsweetpea - ___

@hunterwritings - unexpected pt.1 (quiet shy!reader)

@catherinnn - cutting eddie's bangs

@macabre-mangled - eddie with a tomboy girlfriend

@dameronology - eddie with a reader who doesn't enjoy dnd

- ___

@kaylawritesfics - eddie dating a total sweetheart

- pride and plushies

@puckwritesfic - reader brushing and braiding eddies hair

@k4g3hika - who the hell

- welcome home

@sinnerlillith - the devil wears eyeliner

@heartofwritiing - come on come on darling

@quinnsmunson - head over heels

@4rlbym - jealous hc

@bowieandqueen11 - looking after a sick eddie would include

@kriffingstars - tutor

@ahninaknowsalot - eddie with a shy gf

@writing-fanics - i didn’t run this time

@dearestdaffodils - switched rings

@spirits-lament - sunday blooms

@mcplestreet - desperate ♡

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library navigation:

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✿ witchwyfe’s library

❥ masterlist

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my fics:

rafe cameron (non-canon) 

topper thornton

kook friend group

steve harrington

bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw

jake ‘hangman’ seresin

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[witchwyfe]

fine line I sh

I pairing: steve harrington x female reader

I précis: mutual pining and friends who act like they're in a relationship before they actually are.

I content/warnings: cursing, mentions of food (snacks)

I word count: 1,028

I a/n: part two

"Steve's hair is just, getting so long." Mike teases from the backseat. "Too long."

You wrinkle your nose at his comment, ruffling Steve's aforementioned hair.

"No, Mike, are you serious?" You grin. "It looks good, suits him well." You're biting your tongue, carefully choosing your words, toeing the line between friendly compliment and flirting.

"Yeah, it looks good." Max agrees quietly, looking up at Steve proudly. After everything he's done for her, you don't think the girl will ever insult him, even as a joke. She's always on his side, even when the other kids are making fun of him.

"I like it when guys have longer hair," You add, feigning casualness and shrugging lightly.

"Nah, dingus needs a haircut." Robin grins wickedly, poking her head through the front two seats.

You look over at Steve again, rolling your eyes and he grins. A single look from you is enough to kickstart his heart, and your touch is even better. He wants your hand in his hair again, but he doesn't know how the other inhabitants of the car will react if he asks. It's normal enough to ask each other for affection--when you've been friends long enough almost nothing seems off limits anymore. But he only does it when it's just the two of you.

He pulls up to the skate park, scolding when Dustin undoes his seatbelt before the car is fully stopped.

Max, Mike, and Dustin are halfway to the other kids who'd planned to meet there, by the time you, Steve, and Robin are even out of the car.

Robin pulls the tote bag of snacks you'd packed, and you reach for Steve's hand, tangling your fingers with his like you often do. Robin eyes the contact with endeared annoyance. Wondering, just like everyone else, when you're going to realize how you feel about each other.

The three of you settle onto a park bench, in a spot where you can keep an eye on the kids. Automatically you settle into Steve's side, shoulder to shoulder like second nature. The heat from his body makes you dizzy, the feel of his smooth, warm, skin on yours.

The three of you make easy conversation for a few minutes until Dustin calls Steve's name, waving him over.

"Steve c'mon, I wanna show you something!" He calls, only stopping when Steve starts to rise from the bench.

Your heart squeezes in your chest when Steve gets over to Dustin, patting the top of his head while he looks down at Dustin's skateboard.

Robin talks to you about something, you're not really listening, too focused on the way Steve dotes on the kids, and how they look up to him. It's not until you see them urging him onto a skateboard that you giggle, earning an eye roll from Robin.

You notice that Steve stops to fix his hair more often than usual, fingers raking through sun-tinted chocolate locks, as it flops over his forehead.

"His hair is too long, he can't even see!" Mike ribs, evoking a couple of chuckles from the group. You look down at the velvety pink scrunchie adorning your wrist, and you're pushing off the bench and heading towards the group before you can even think about it.

"Steve, c'mere," You say once you're close enough, immediately earning his attention. You stand right in front of him, gesturing for him to crouch down.

You gather up the tendrils curling over his forehead, deftly rubbing your fingers against his scalp before making a little ponytail on his head, between the top and his hairline. Your face burns as you wrap the scrunchie around his hair, feeling awkward but lovesick as you play with Steve's hair. You're more than aware of everyone's eyes on you, but you can't seem to pull away just yet.

Steve's having a similar reaction, body and brain gone fuzzy at the feeling of your fingers in his scalp. The kids have fallen silent, all of them aware that the moment feels too intimate to interrupt with words.

You know you linger longer than you should--a perfectly normal amount if he was your boyfriend--but maybe a little too much for your best friend. You and Steve are no strangers to that though, your touches often too intimate and gentle for just friendship.

"Now you can see." You say breathlessly, dusting your hands off on your shorts. You backtrack as much as possible, admiring how cute he looks with his hair in a ponytail.

Something twinges in Steve's chest, longing or fondness--probably both--as he watches you.

"Thanks babe," He says softly. Your heart speeds up at the nickname, despite it being something the two of you toss around constantly. He cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing the apple of your cheek.

"You're warm, did you put on sunscreen?"

You shake your head, squinting up at him. You'd barely noticed the harsh rays of sun beating down, sure that all the heat in your body is a result of being around him.

He tsks lightly, so softly only you can hear it. The sound raises goosebumps on your exposed arms but you ignore it.

"There's some in the bag, go put it on. I can help if you want me to." He's smiling now, hand still at the side of your face.

"I got it. Thanks Stevie." Your grin shoots him right in the chest, heart hammering against his ribcage, butterflies swarming in his stomach.

"Thank you, for the, uh, hair thing," He says awkwardly, ducking his head to hide the blush surfacing on his cheeks.

His eyes don't leave you as you turn to walk back to Robin.

"Yell if you need me," He says, hand above his eyes to block the sun. "If you need anything."

"Pretty sure she'll be able to survive without you, Steve." Dustin snickers.

"Shut it, Henderson."

"Holy shit are they ever gonna get together?" Max nudges El, both of them staring in disbelief.

"Maybe the heat melted his brain," Dustin jokes. "That's why he's acting so stupid around her."

"No dummy, it's because he's in love with her."

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[witchwyfe]

kiss me more - jhs

pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x female reader

précis - based on this

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of a hangover, fluff,

word count - 671

You're always excited to see Jake when the two of you have been apart.

But add the margaritas you've consumed during girl's night and the fact that you haven't seen him all day or evening, and your excitement is increased by a tenfold.

Tamara's husband is the one taking you all home tonight, not that that stopped Jake from offering--multiple times.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake's been preparing for your arrival all night. Your pajamas are folded nicely on your side of the bed, water bottle full of ice and water, and a bottle of Aspirin sitting on your nightstand.

He likes doing things to take care of you, but he also misses you. Ever since the two of you moved in together, the long days at work feel ever longer, and the nights you don't spend together last an eternity.

When the car stops, you're pushing at your seatbelt and yanking at the door handle before anyone can get out to help you.

"I'm fine!" You whine, when you feel a hand around your waist.

"Hush." Natasha laughs, dragging you up the lawn. "Let's get you safely inside so you can see lover boy."

You cheer, speeding up the last few steps to the door, almost causing Natasha to trip.

"Easy tiger," She chuckles. The second the door opens, you're flinging your body through the threshold and onto Jake.

"Jake!" You coo against his neck. One hand gently rests against the back of your head, the other one on your lower back, pulling you closer.

"Hi baby doll," He presses a kiss to your forehead. You're squirming in his grasp, trying to get closer.

He meets Natasha's eye over your shoulder, giving her a knowing look.

"Thanks Tash." He smiles. "I'll see you on Monday."

Once she leaves, Jake locks the door before gathering you into his arms. 

"C'mere baby, you wanna go upstairs?" 

"You nod against his neck."

"I've got your stuff upstairs and some snacks too."

"Thank you, Jakey."

He sits you down carefully on the bed before crouching down to take off your shoes.

When he sits up, you're on him again, arms slung around his neck.

"Thank you, thank you." You coo, peppering his face and neck with kisses.

"You're so cute!" You whine, smacking your lips to his cheekbone. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, baby." He smiles, seemingly unaware to all the lipstick you're stamping onto his skin.

In typical hangover fashion, you awake to a pounding head and uneasy stomach.

You're groaning loudly, loud enough to wake Jake if he wasn't already up. He'd already gotten up, showered, and went out to your favorite coffee shop to grab drinks.

"How ya feelin' champ?" You can hear the amusement in his voice and you frown.

"Not good."

He chuckles. “Yeah I figured.” He sets your coffee and a brown paper bag on your nightstand, right behind the bottle of pain-killers. 

“Thank you.” You say pathetically. 

“You’re cute when you’re drunk, ya know that?” He wonders, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. “And when you’re hungover…and sober.”

“Stop!” You whine. “You’re not allowed to be this cute when I feel like shit.”

“Sorry darlin'.”

You crack an eye open to look at him, before making grabby hands at him. He carefully slides on top of you, the pressure of his body warm and comforting on yours.

You’re fussing with his face and hair, when you notice a smear of red lipstick on his neck. 

“What’s that?” You wonder, thumbing at the stain.

His face blooms almost as red as the shade swatched on his neck. “Shoot, I must’ve missed a spot.”

“From what?”

“Why don’t you get your phone, sweet girl?” He runs a hand over the back of your head. 

Brows furrowing, you open your phone, clicking on your most recently used app. 

A plethora of selfies fills your screen, your lips pouted, face squished against Jake’s, who has red lipstick marks all over his skin.

“Whoops.”

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[witchwyfe]

lost in the fire - jhs

I pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: you get jealous of your fwb!

I content/warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of almost-drunkenness, language, kissing, allusions to sex, friends with benefits

I word count: 969

There's a pit in your stomach when you see Jake talking to another girl. You don't even know why you agreed to come out with your shared friend group, you're tired from a long week and now pissy because Jake isn't paying you any attention.

She’s pretty, with blond hair and green eyes, a manicured hand dancing up his arm. He laughs at something she says and you grind your teeth, jaw clenched uncomfortably. 

Mickey thought it would be fun to go to club, rather than the usual hangout at the Hard Deck, and everyone else was on board.

Jake's out of uniform tonight, in a satin-y black shirt and well-fitting jeans. You're dying to run your hands down his chest, before yanking his clothes off, but you've kept your distance this evening. You're irritated that he's been avoiding you, even though you specifically told him you didn't want any of your friends to know about your arrangement.

You met Natasha at a hot yoga class and you two became quick friends. Once the two of you were close enough, she introduced you to her squadron. Not even a few hours after she brought you to the Hard Deck and introduced you to all her friends/coworkers, you'd hooked up with Jake in the bathroom. Even though you swore it wouldn’t happen again, it did, a lot.

So it became a regular thing, that you conveniently didn't mention to everyone else. A good old fashioned friends with benefits. He didn’t seem the type to be in a relationship and you weren’t looking for anything serious. 

Problem is, both of you get jealous but neither of you will admit it, or ask for something more.

You take the tequila shot that Natasha slides in front of you, reveling in the burn down your throat. You're one shot past fun, buzzy, tipsy, and entering a pouty, crabby tipsy. You want nothing more to sit at the high top table, with your arms crossed and bottom lip popped out until Jake comes and gives you some attention, but instead you force a smile, and pull Natasha out to dance.

Unbeknownst to you, Jake has had an eye on you all night, and know that you've moved to dance, closer to his perch at the bar, his gaze is locked on your form.

The tight dress you have on accentuates your form and Jake almost wipes drool from his mouth when he see's you dancing against Natasha. Your ass rolls against her front, her hands loosely on your hips. You’re both giggling, your head thrown back against her shoulder. 

Song after song, you dance with Natasha, until you feel like you can no longer stand up on your own, feet aching in your heels. You wobble over to the table, simultaneously jealous and in awe of the way Natasha seems to gracefully strut to the table, even after four tequila shots.

Jake is back at the table, he must’ve lost the woman he was talking to, because she’s nowhere to be found. You’re still sporting a frown though, facial muscles taut. Jake is studying you carefully, but you don’t even notice, reaching for Natasha to ask for another shot.

“Why don’t I get you some water, sweetheart?” He cuts in, hand reaching for you. You step away from his hand, face pulling into a scowl, but following in his direction nevertheless. His hand hovers over your lower back, not actually touching you, but you can still feel the heat from his appendage. 

“I missed you.” He says quietly, once you’re far enough from the table.

You snort, giving him a cold look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His brows furrow, a pout that you would find cute any other time, tracing his lips. “I don’t understand, I thought we weren’t telling anyone?”

You roll your eyes with a huff, crossing your arms. “That’s not what I’m talking about, Jake.” 

“Then, please, enlighten me, darlin’,” He whines, not a trace of sarcasm in his tone. 

You sigh heavily. “If you missed me so much, like you said, then why were you talking to other girls?” You wonder, eyes narrowed.

“Baby, are you kidding me?!” He exclaims, ignoring the sharp look you give him—whether its from the baby or his volume level, he doesn’t know. “My favorite girl was ignoring me, I—“

“No Jake, I’m not ‘kidding you’.” You snap, abruptly cutting him off. “What the hell am I supposed to think? You spend the whole night, not speaking to me, but you’re fine with talking blondie’s ear off all night? I wasn’t ignoring you, I’m trying not to make it obvious to our friends that we’re sleeping together, but you could at least acknowledge me!”

“Are you jealous?” He blurts, he can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes him, even when he thinks he see’s smoke come out of your ears.

“Shut the fuck up.” You hiss.

“No need to be jealous baby,” He sidles right up to you. “You’re the one I’m goin’ home with, pretty girl.”

“Well she doesn’t know that.” You grumble.

“You’re the only that needs to know it.” He rasps, calloused palms sliding gently over your cheeks, before warm lips land on yours. 

His tongue is practically down your throat when you finally push him off, feigning an appalled expression. Your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you also can’t deny how good it feels to be the only person he’s looking at right now. 

“Take me home then.” You dare, locking your eyes on his. 

“Gladly.” He smirks, sliding his arm around your shoulders. He walks you both by your group, dropping enough cash on the table, to cover all of your drinks, before leading you outside.

If your friends didn’t know before, they definitely do now. 

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best way to spend a summer day - kook friend group

pairing - (non-canon) platonic!kook friend group x female reader, (non canon) platonic!rafe cameron x female reader, (non canon) platonic!topper thornton x female reader, (non canon) platonic!kelce x female reader

précis - golfing with the boys!

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, language

word count - 818

"What if we--"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please angel, we'll only do 9 holes and then buy you lunch after." Topper, ever the mediator, offers.

"You were gonna buy me lunch anyway."

Rafe rolls his eyes and you snicker, leaning back in the lounge chair you're resting in.

"I just don't understand why this how y'all want to spend your time. Kelce's internship and Rafe's study abroad start in one month, we're wasting our one month of summer by fucking hitting balls on grass."

You're met with three glares and simultaneous responses.

"Okay, you can't say 'we' if you haven't even been going."

"There is way more technique than just hitting balls."

"Hey!"

"And what would you suggest we do then, mamas?" Kelce asks, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses. 

Your face warms at being put on the spot, three gazes stuck patiently on you.

"I don't know, shopping on the mainland, movie nights, brunch at the island club--"

"You can have island club drinks on the golf cart!" Rafe exclaims, throwing his arms up before slapping them at his sides. "And we'll get brunch afterwards."

You sigh dramatically. "9 holes? Not 18?"

Rafe smiles, knowing they've already won. "Of course."

Topper picks you up bright and early the next morning, Rafe and Kelce already packed into the backseat with one set of clubs, the other two in the trunk.

"Morning boys." You smile sarcastically, climbing into the front passenger seat.

"Good morning mamas." Kelce smiles. "Thank you for coming."

"Hm, y'all better make it worth my while." You joke.

"Getting to spend time with your best friends isn't worth it?" Rafe asks, feigning offense.

"Shut up," You groan. "You guys know I love you. Even when you make me golf."

They all made a big deal about your new Lululemon golf dress, and promise to take cute pictures of you in the golf cart, all by the time you pull up to the country club.

You juggle your sunglasses, phone, and water bottle once Rafe opens the door for you.

"Thank you Rafe," You smile, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. "You're such a gentleman."

You wait with Kelce while the other two go to get the cart. You let their clubs stay propped up against your legs so that don't fall to the ground.

Topper takes the purple Stanley--that he got you for Christmas--from your hands and sets it into the cup holder. You help them load up their clubs then you're making yourself comfortable in the front again.

"Do they sell cocktails at the beverage carts?" You wonder. "Or should I grab one now before we go?"

"Think they only sell beer, babe." Kelce frowns. "And they don't allow open cups on the course."

You groan, leaning your head back. Rafe digs around in his golf bag, brandishing a small bottle of champagne.

"Don't worry bestie girl, we didn't forget about you." He smiles, shoving the bottle back inside. "Gonna get you some orange juice from the bev cart and you can make a mimosa."

"Rafe!" You cry, throwing your arms around him. "You're the best!"

"I know, I know," He smirks. "Aren't you glad you came with us, now?"

"I guess," You grumble, playfully rolling your eyes.

You sit comfortably in the golf cart, while your friends play, sipping on the mimosa Rafe mixed you, scrolling on social media, and occasionally reminding the boys to reapply their sunscreen.

Kelce even dragged you out to take a swing and they all cheered you on when you failed miserably, taking a sloppy bow before skipping back to the golf cart.

Once you’re back at the club, seated at your favorite table, you’re lightly clasping your mimosa glass in your hand—this one prepared by your waiter and not Rafe with his Blender bottle.

“I think it tasted better when you made it, Rafe.” You frown, taking another sip anyway.

“'Course it did.” He grins smugly. 

You pull a lip gloss from the handy pocket in your golf outfit, coating a thick layer over your lips. You take your napkin and work it over the rim of your glass too, even though you'll get more gloss stuck to it on your next sip.

"You're just one of the boys, aren't you?" Topper teases, just to mess with you.

You cap your gloss and set it on the table, narrowing your eyes into a glare at Topper. "No, I am not."

 "Yeah, she's like our bratty little sister." Rafe pipes up, reaching over the table to steal a handful of your fries. 

"Yeah, I'm the bratty one." You smack Rafe's hand, grinning when he whines. "And I'm literally older than you, Rafe."

"By like two months!" He argues.

"Okay and?" You retort. "Still older."

He makes a point by stealing more of your fries.

"Brat. You know you're the one paying for those, right?"

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but i'm in so deep - jhs

I pairing: college jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: nap time!

I content/warnings: college au, roommates to lovers (that haven’t gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of food, mentions of eating

I word count: 379

I a/n: another installment of the roommate predicament :)

You don't think you can physically do anything else. Your study group session ran long after a day of classes, and no one had made you stay but you were just as confused about the material as everyone else was.

You trudge through the front door of the apartment, dropping your bag immediately and sighing heavily.

"Jake?!" You call, slipping your shoes off and kicking them somewhere out of your sight.

"In here darlin'!" He calls from the kitchen.

He's on his laptop at the island, a textbook and notebook spread out in front of him.

"How was study group?" 

"Long." You sigh again, flopping down on the chair next to him. 

He frowns sympathetically, pushing a bowl of popcorn over to you. "You want some?"

"Sure, thanks Jake." You smile before grabbing a handful. You sit with him for a while, chin propped in your hand, before your eyes start fluttering closed.

"Shit," Jake hisses, palm coming out to stop your forehead from hitting the marble counter.

"Sorry was just resting m'eyes." You mumble groggily. You're about to crash again when Jake holds out both hands.

"You're so tired baby," He coos affectionately. The term of endearment falling from his lips with ease. It's not one he's ever used before not platonic enough in his opinion, but you don't seem to notice, too tired to notice much of anything.

"I was gonna take a nap anyway." He says with an earnest grin. "You wanna join?"

"Hm-mm." You hum. 

He leads you to his room, not that you haven't been in there countless times. 

He sheds his hoodie so he's in a t-shirt and shorts now, and he sets his blue-light glasses onto his nightstand.

"C'mere." He coaxes, somewhat nervous now.

You flop into his bed, nuzzled in half against his side and half on top of him.

"M'so tired." You whine sleepily.

"I know." Jake soothes, running a hand down your back. "Go to sleep, it's okay."

You nod, practically smushing your face into his chest.

His heartbeat quickly lulls you to sleep, soft exhales leaving you. Jake sighs and lightly runs his hand down the back of your head.

Once he calms down and feels less flustered, he's also able to drift off into a comfortable sleep.

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fool for you | sh

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: steve's in a bad mood until you show up, fluff, cursing

| word count: 856

Steve slaps another VHS tape onto the floor, sighing dramatically.

"Jesus Steve, Keith said to reorganize the horror section, not take your anger out on it." Robin chuckles.

He flips her the bird, not even bothering to turn around and look.

Robin rolls her eyes before heading into the back office to unbox something Keith had asked her to.

During the week, Family Video wasn't as crowded, especially on a Tuesday morning. Boredom fills the air like a thick heat, the two employees desperate for a customer or at least something interesting to happen.

"Harrington!" Robin calls from the office. "Come here,"

Steve huffs, stepping away from the mess he created in the floor, and almost tripping over Poltergeist, on his way to Robin.

"What do you want?" He wonders, rough tone lining his words. He's not mean--never mean-- but comfortable enough around his best friend that he doesn't feel the need to hide his mood.

"What crawled up your ass this morning?" Robin asks, a smirk lining her lips.

"What do you need help with?" He grits his teeth, hands settled on his hips.

"Can't reach that box up there, you're taller, you do it."

He huffs, but moves forward, lifting up and grabbing the box. He bites back another complaint--something about how Robin never has a problem climbing on Keith's desk to get shit, on any other day.

"Anything else you need?" He forces, smile obviously fake and eliciting a laugh from Robin.

"Nothing else right now, besides an attitude adjustment maybe?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

Steve sits back on the floor, and doesn't move for another hour--when the horror section is reorganized to what he hopes are Keith's standards. He swears he just did this last week but he knows better than to bitch about it to Keith.

Robin knows it's a bad mood when she decides to give Steve his break early, scared about him scaring customers away. He'd slammed the register shut a little too hard before she was pushing him away and threatening to lock him in the break room.

And he sits back there, fiddling with the radio until the static goes away, and he smiles when he realizes it's one of your favorite songs.

He's calm for a few moments, the thought of you driving out any annoyances.

The bell rings, alerting him that someone has entered the store. He doesn't give a shit, Robin can deal with whoever came in.

Until he hears something sweet and familiar.

Your voice.

The sound is like a light breaking through the dark cloud above his head, and he's up and out of his seat before he misses too much, the sound of your sweet laugh making his heart clench.

He's shoving through the door, crossing the threshold out into the store to see you, to make sure you're real and not a figment of his imagination.

"Hi," He's beaming, breathless in your presence.

You turn from where you're speaking to Robin, your smile growing unbelievably large when you spot your boyfriend.

You're trying to be polite and finish your conversation with his friend before running into his arms like you want to. He doesn't care, he saunters over and engulfs you in his grip, breathing in the comforting scent of your shampoo and perfume.

"Missed you," He murmurs into your hair.

"I was just saying," Robin starts, a wicked grin on her lips. "____, thank god you're here, Steve's been in a foul mood all morning and he--"

"That's enough," He cuts her off, blush rising on his cheeks. "She doesn't wanna hear about that."

"Actually she would love to," You pipe up, looking up at him fondly. "You miss me bub?"

"Oh he totally did!" Robin snorts. "He was being so pouty and--"

"Shut up Buckley," He groans, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder.

He nuzzles into you for another minute before Robin makes gagging sounds, eliciting a soft giggle from your lips.

"Alright go finish your break, you're gonna scare the customers away."

"You'd love that," Steve argues, raising an eyebrow.

"I would but I don't think Keith would."

She argues. "As much as I don't care what that motherfucker wants, he writes the checks Steve-O, so that's the way it is."

You share a laugh with your boyfriend until Robin shoos you both away and Steve tugs you into the break room.

"M'serious," He whines, lips at your forehead. "I missed you."

"I know bub," You stretch up to peck the tip of his nose. "I missed you too."

"Didn't think you'd come here. You said you had that group project."

Steve won't admit it because he'd never try to hold you back, but he hates Tuesday's, because it's the one day your schedules don't line up. So while he's at work, you're taking classes nearby at the college.

"Simon canceled." You wrinkle your nose and Steve watches with stars in his eyes. "I swear we're never gonna get that fucking project finished."

"I'll help you with it." He murmurs, lips back on your head, soft against your hairline.

"Okay baby."

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not the only one - jhs

I pairing: college jake ‘hangman’ seresin x female reader

I précis: jake’s turn getting drunk and pining + a little backstory and info for him :)

I content/warnings: college au, roommates to lovers (that haven’t gotten past the roommates stage yet), mentions of alchohol, mentions of throwing up, mentions of being drunk

I word count: 1,066

I a/n: part of the roommate predicament !!!!

“Man, can you just help me get him into the car?” 

“I swear to god Jake, if you puke in my bronco…”

“He’s not going to!” Javy hisses, hoping he’s right. “Just help me get him in.”

Bradley sighs, running a hand over his face. “Fine. Jake, c’mere bud.”

Jake doesn’t respond, too busy singing to himself under his breath. 

“Hey lover boy!” Bradley calls, cutting off the drunken tune of My Girl. “We’re going home.”

Jake’s eyebrows furrow as he looks up at his friends. “What?”

“Jesus,”

“Time to go home Jake.” Javy says, looking at him. “Get in the car.”

Jake hangs his head and does as Javy says. Javy reaches across him to buckle his seatbelt, ignoring Jake’s complaints and swatting hands. 

Once everyone is in the car, Bradley starts it up and slowly backs out of the parking spot. “You wanna go home or am I dropping you at Javy’s?” He wonders.

“Home.” Jake says. “Is ____ there?”

“I don’t know man.” Bradley shrugs, shooting a look at Javy. 

"I'll ask her." Jake announces, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You receive a less-than-decipherable text from Jake a couple minutes later, and then a handful of heart emojis.

You call him and he answers eagerly, thumb swiping the answer button before he holds the phone to his ear. 

"Hey darlin'!" He greets loudly, not noticing the way Bradley and Javy wince.

"Hi Jake." You say cheerfully. "What's up?"

"I'm in the car." He states. "But I'm not driving."

"Oh good," You say, biting back a laugh. "Do you need something or...?"

"Are you at home?"

"Yeah." You say slowly.

"We'll take you there." Bradley says, ignoring the smack Javy delivers to his arm.

"We can't take him home right now," Javy hisses. "He can't be alone with her right now. He's too drunk he'll tell her he's in love with her in two seconds."

"And that's exactly why we should take him!" Bradley argues. "He needs to tell her at some point or he's just gonna be pining for the rest of his life." Bradley who spent too long overthinking his own decisions, and doesn’t want Jake to make the same mistakes that he did. Bradley who’s known Jake since freshman year, where they met during a fraternity rush before they both realized that neither of them like being told what to do by a senior on a power trip. Bradley, who see’s Jake as one of his best friends, and wants Jake to be happy. 

"He's not ready." Javy says firmly. "Just because you told Melanie you liked her after too many beers and--"

"--yeah and look at us now! It worked out pretty well!"

"He's not ready." Javy repeats. "He told me he wants it to be the right moment." Javy, who’s known Jake almost his whole life, when Jake’s family moved into the house next door to Javy’s grandmother. Two boys who discovered each other one summer when Javy came to stay with his grandma, and spent every day together running through the Seresin’s sprinkler. Javy has known Jake longer, so he thinks he knows him better, but he still wants what’s best for him. 

"He's just telling you that because he's too scared. It's a way for him to put it off."

Both men sigh, not even realizing that Jake has hung up the phone until he clears his throat.

"Can y'all stop fighting about my love life and just let me suffer?" Jake groans. "My phone died." He pouts. "I was still talking to her."

"Sorry bud." Bradley grins. "We'll take you home and you can see her soon."

"No, you're gonna stay at my place tonight." Javy cuts in. "We'll see ____ tomorrow, you can even bring her coffee."

“No, we’re gonna—“

“Stop.” Jake whines, head drooping against his seatbelt. “I want to go home and sleep in m’bed.” He hums. 

“Fine.” Javy sighs. “But we’re walking you up.”

Less than ten minutes later, Bradley’s pulling his car into a guest parking spot, before he and Javy help Jake out of the car.

“M’fine.” He pouts like a petulant child. “I can walk!”

Javy backs off a bit, but is still right by his side, with Bradley close behind. 

You’re on the couch in your pajamas when they unlock the door, pausing your show and flinging your blanket off your lap. You beeline for Jake, inspecting his face.

“Hey sweet thing.” He drawls, accent a little sloppier than normal. “Missed ya.”

“Missed you too Jake.” You murmur sweetly. “You okay?”

He nods, head wobbling a little bit.

“He’s had a lot to drink.” Javy cuts in. “We should probably get him to bed.”

“Yeah, of course.” You nod, stepping back. “I’ll grab him some water.”

You take your time walking to the kitchen and filling a water bottle with ice and water. The last time you gave Jake an open cup while he was drunk, he spilled it all over himself. You wait until Javy and Bradley are exiting the room. 

“Let me give him this then I’ll walk you two out.” You acknowledge them before going into Jake’s room.

“Hey Jake.” You smile. “I got you some water. How about you drink some?”

He lifts his head of the pillow and opens his mouth. You bite back a giggle before popping the straw on the water bottle and connecting it to his lips. He chugs some water quietly, before pulling back and wiping the back of his mouth. 

You lean over to take the water bottle and set it on his nightstand, when he laughs a little.

“You’re so pretty.” He tells you. “Like it doesn’t even seem real, you’re just so pretty.”

Ignoring the way your cheeks flame, and your heartbeat kicks up, you bend down to press a kiss to his forehead. “Thank you Jake. Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night,” He murmurs, pink rising on his cheeks.

Bradley and Javy spring away from the door as soon as they hear your footsteps on the floor. It’s hard for them to knock their matching grins, so they keep their heads down and wish you a goodnight as you let them out the front door.

And you go back to the couch and your show, but your mind is stuck on the boy sleeping in the room over.

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right down the line | sh

I pairing: steve harrington x female reader

I précis: super cute bf fluff

| word count: 565

You shouldn't have been surprised that your boyfriend let you drive his car. He loves his car, no question, but he loves you even more.

He'd tossed you his keys without a second thought when you realized it was time to pick Dustin up from Hellfire. He had Will and Max over, watching some movie he'd never heard of, but they begged him to bring from work.

He was supposed to get Dustin, but he didn't want to leave, especially not with Will shoved against his side and Max excitedly explaining the movie to him.

Now you're in the driver's seat, adjusting so you can reach the pedals. Your sunglasses aren't enough for the sun, high in the sky and bright in the mid-afternoon.

You pop the sun visor down and something falls out, thin as it drifts down to your lap.

As much as you want to look and see what it is, you need to be safe, especially in Steve's car, so you wait until you're in the Hawkins High School parking lot to check.

You reach onto the leather seat and pull up a small polaroid. Flipping it around to find your own face.

It's a photo you don't remember being taken--a flash from the dark night in the trunk of Steve's car at the drive-in. Dustin and Max had been on either side of you, but they're not in the photo. You're smiling right at the camera, blanket wrapped around your body.

Steve keeps a photo of you in his car.

You're still staring at it when Dustin gets in the car, you don't even notice him until he's slamming the door shut and sliding the seatbelt across his body.

"Ah you found it." He says, gesturing to the small picture. "He's had it in here forever."

"He has?" You ask weakly, choked up at the fact.

"Yup," He says, popping the p. "It's like so gross how much he likes you."

"Super gross." You agree teasingly, but your hearts not in it. You can't even joke about it, not now.

You regain your composure and look over at Dustin, trying to act like you're not completely lovestruck.

"You want me to take you home or back to Steve's? He's watching a movie with Will and Max."

"Yeah I'll come back with you." He nods. "Thanks for picking me up."

"Don't tell Steve you said thank you, to me, he'll be jealous."

His laughter fills your ears as you make the quick trip back to your boyfriend's house.

No one says anything when you beeline for Steve when you get back, grabbing onto him with such intensity, he stumbles back. He'd gone into the kitchen to get more popcorn, leaving the kids out in the front room.

"What happened baby?" He wonders, concern lining his features. "You okay?"

You nod, nuzzling into his neck. "Love you, you're so cute." You murmur and he barely catches it.

"Love you more, pretty girl." His lips are at your crown and you shudder in his embrace. "Thanks for picking Dustin up, babe, appreciate it."

You sigh happily, the sound pressing into his neck. "Do anything for you babe, s'kind of embarrassing."

He laughs, the sound warm and full, rumbling against your own chest.

"If you're embarrassing then I'm way worse." He says softly, seriously. "I'd do anything for you too."

"I know."

"Good."

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care for you - brb

I pairing: bradley (rooster) bradshaw x female reader

I précis: bradley loves taking care of you, so you take care of him<3 4 +1 ways bradley shows you he cares, and one extra for him.

I word count: 1,388

I content + warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of food

also tagging @familyvideostevie i'm so glad you're a rooster gal now<3 welcome

one

You hadn’t even asked him to. You’d mentioned it in passing, more as a reminder to yourself. The tire pressure light on your dashboard is something you can and have easily taken care of before.

When you leave for work the next morning, Bradley’s already gone. You plug your keys into the ignition and wait for the light to glow. It never lights up, your brows furrowing in confusion. 

You mean to text Bradley about it, about how strange it was. The weather hasn’t been particularly cold so there’s no reason your tire pressure light should turn on and off like that. But once you get to work, you’re bombarded with things to do, and the busyness of the day pushes the thought from your head. 

Bradley is on the couch when you get home, and he jumps up when he hears the key in the lock.

“Baby!” He coos, drawing you into his arms and against his chest. His lips are at the crown of your head, dragging his hand up and down your back. “My sweet girl, how was work?”

“It was fine.” You pull away to smile at him. “What about you? Everything go, okay?”

He nods fondly, reaching to trace the apple of your cheek with his thumb. 

“Oh!” You exclaim, as the thought of your car just pops into your head. “My car light was off babe.”

“Hmm?”

“It was on yesterday, but this morning it was off.” You furrow your brows until it clicks.

“Wait, did you put air in my tires?” You wonder, looking up at him.

Heat rises on his cheeks as he gives you a sheepish grin. “I took your car this morning before I left.”

“I could’ve gotten it!” You say softly, enthralled by him. 

“I know darlin’, but I wanted to do it for you, so that you didn’t have to worry about it.”

“Bradley,” You groan, letting your head fall against his chest. “You’re way too sweet to me.”

“No such thing.”

two

You don’t always realize it, but Bradley is always paying attention to what you’re drinking. He likes to make sure that you always have what you need.

Whether it’s refilling your wine glass when it gets low or picking up a package of Gatorade when you’re sick, Bradley wants to make sure you’re drinking something.

He has a half day today and doesn’t need to leave until about noon. You lined up your work so that you could work from home and spend a little extra time with him in the morning. So, after sleeping in with your body pressed against his, you’d been woken up to coffee—made just how you like it—and a plethora of kisses from your boyfriend. 

Now, in your pajamas, you’re hunched over your laptop while Bradley rushes around to get his things together. He’s been eyeing your water bottle all morning, after he filled it with ice water and handed it to you. According to his observations, you’ve had more coffee than water and he doesn’t want you to get a headache later.

“Hey sweetheart?” He calls, earning your attention. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you do something for me before I leave?”

“Yes, what do you need?”

He comes over to stand over your desk, fingertips digging softly into the back of your neck, massaging gently.

“Finish your water for me.” He says, nudging the bottle over to you.

“Seriously?” You scoff. “That’s all you needed?”

He nods, a smug grin on his face. You keep eye contact while you take the last few sips before smiling. 

“Happy now?”

“Very.”

He takes it and walks right over to fill it with more ice and water. When he sets it right in front of you, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I want that finished by the time I’m home today.”

“You got it.” You salute at him, watching his cheeks flush pink as he ducks down for another kiss. 

“I gotta keep my girl hydrated.” He murmurs against your hair, sliding a warm palm down your shoulder.

“If I’m doing it, you have to, too.” You say, pointedly looking over at his empty coffee mug. “Is that all you’ve had to drink this morning?”

He looks sheepish as he goes to get and fill his own water bottle. 

“Now, I want that finished by the time you get home today.” You use his earlier words, but there’s such a fondness swimming in your eyes that Bradley can’t even find it in himself to tease you.

“Thanks baby, I’ll see you later.”

three

When you get to work and open your laptop, a tiny sticky note flutters out. The yellow paper falls into your lap and reach for it with a smile on your face.

In Rooster’s familiar scrawl, you read the note:

You shoot him a text, telling him you can’t wait with a smiley face. Ever since you told him early in your relationship that you like when he plans dates, he’s been going all out. Your favorite is the notes he leaves you, or the Google Calendar events he sends you to RSVP. 

And sometimes when you go out, he comes home with flowers and nerves of a first date, smiling as he kisses your cheek.

He’s so cute.

four 

Bradley, to your surprise, is an excellent cook. He loves to find new recipes—and learn ones you love—and cook for you. You cook as well, but if he’s home and has time, he usually wants to do it.

You’re always there to “help” him, which usually consists of stealing ingredients to snack on, and wrapping your arms around his waist.

But one thing Bradley always does, no matter what, is the dishes. Even when you claim, “you cooked, so I clean up!” He brushes you off, usually telling you to pick dessert and a movie to watch. 

As far as you can tell, he doesn’t love washing the dishes, but he always does it without complaining. And you don’t remember the small comment you once made about hating to wash dishes, but he remembers, and that’s why he makes sure that you don’t even have to go near the sink after a meal.

 + one extra

In the early hours of the morning, you can’t fall back asleep, and you don’t want to, not until he’s gone. You want to soak up every moment with him. You’re on the bathroom counter, watching as he runs through his morning routine. After he washes his face, he pulls out his shaving cream and razor. He sets it on the marble counter with a light tap, rubbing his hand comfortingly, up your thigh.

There’s sleep still prominent on his face, and in the corners of his eyes. You reach up to cup his jaw, studying his peaceful features.

When he reaches for the razor, you grab his wrist. “Can I do it?”

“You wanna shave my face?” He wonders, lips quirking up in an endeared smile.

You nod. “You’re always doing things for me, so let me do this for you.”

His heart leaps in his chest. “Go ‘ahead baby.” 

You set the razor down, using the legs you have wrapped around his waist to tug him closer. After squirting a generous amount of shaving cream into your palm, you carefully spread it over the lower half of Bradley’s face—careful to avoid his mustache.

You’re over careful with the razor, taking firm but slow strokes of the blade down his cheeks and chin. You use a warm washcloth to wipe the residual shaving cream and then lean back to admire your work. Fondness dances in Bradley’s eyes, his hands on your waist, and he doesn’t even notice that you’ve finished.

Once he’s collected himself, he makes eye contact, raising an eyebrow.

“You missed a spot.” He jokes, gesturing to his mustache.

“That’s not even funny babe,” You give him a stern look. “You can’t shave that off.”

“Ever?”

You shake your head. “If you lose the stache, you lose me, sorry stud.” You giggle at your joke, watching his warm eyes dance with amusement.

He gasps, feigning shock as he hits his hand to his heart. “Guess I’m keeping the mustache.”

“Yeah, you are, baby.” You lean forward to peck his lips.

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[witchwyfe]

Can I send in  “no, you can stay. i don’t mind.” for roommate Jake pls? Something about that cocky boy being soft only for his girl just gets me!!

trp!Jake 'hangman' seresin x female reader

"No, you can stay. I don't mind."

YES i agree bestie<3 thanks for requesting

You hadn’t realized that Bradley’s “small get together” had turned into a rager. Him and his girlfriend Melanie, had invited all of their friends, who also invited friends, and now their small, shared condo, is packed with people.

You had come with Jake, you technically got invited by both Bradley and Melanie, being her best friend. So for the majority of the evening, you, Melanie, and Natasha sat in the kitchen, sipping on wine and gossiping. 

Now it’s creeping past one am and Natasha’s roommate already came to pick her up, and Melanie is drunkenly snuggling Bradley in the recliner you’d helped them move into the place when they bought it. People are slowly starting to clear out, but there’s still a good handful of people lingering. 

The wine has gone to your head a little, and you stumble over to where Jake is shoved into the corner of the couch, talking to Bradley, who’s got Melanie in his lap while he rubs her back.

“Jake,” You whisper, tripping over a set of feet next to him. He’s quick to steady you, grabbing you by your waist and deftly pulling you into his lap.

“Hey darlin’,” He greets with a smile. “You all right?”

“Hm-mm.” You nod, a dazed smile on your face. “Came over to say hi, and I tripped.”

Jake glares at the unsuspecting owner of the feet you happened to trip over. “You wanna hang for a bit, or you ready to go home?”

Home. The fact that he says it, and his familiar tone settles nicely in your chest, sticky warmth spreading throughout your body.

“Stay for a little?” You wonder. “Then go home and watch tv?”

“Whatever you want.” 

You nod, pleased, cheeks warming when you realize you’ve been staring at Jake’s smile for a little too long. You move to slide off his lap, and before Jake even realizes what he’s doing, his hands fly to your waist, squeezing gently. 

“No," He starts, tugging you even closer to him. "You can stay. I don’t mind.” 

You smile, leaning farther back into him, shoulder against his chest. He’s rubbing the back of your head and you’re starting to drift off before you even know it. 

Jake’s too busy watching you to realize he never went back to his conversation with Bradley. And when he looks up, said man is giving him a smirk, raising an eyebrow. Jake simply flips him off and returns his attention fully to you. 

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