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authorâs note: I've been inactive for a while so I just want to give a quick update! I am not actively writing for any of these fandoms, I just to like write as things come to me and do my best to share it with all of you :) Every post has their own warnings so read with discretion and please mdni! if any content is labeled mature. Thank you and happy reading!
Date Night (The Pitt: Dr. Jack Abbot) resident!reader x dr. jack abbot smau! full navigation »
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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ⫠Fleetwood Mac · Sunny Side of Heaven
yourusername date nights and date daysđ â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â liked by michaelrobby_, dennis.whit, parkellis, and others
jabbot: lucky guy
trinsantos: no fair! i want to go on a date with you!
â° yourusername: trin we share a bedroom wall, just come to my room and we can hang out lol â° dennis.whit: can i come too? â° trinsantos: NO! i want a roommate date without huckleberry
jamesog: date night? thatâs why you asked for one day shift trade?
â° yourusername: and when i request a trade again so we can finally have our game night youâll be happy i make time for the people in my life!
samira.mohan: pretty girl!
shen.john: I hope you humble that old man and his big head, heâs been mean to me lately
â° yourusername: as your resident night shift princess, iâm on it! â° shen.john: princess? oh god heâs already rubbing off on you
yourusername proof of life and friends :) â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â liked by jabbot, princessss, samira.mohan, and others
dr.jdiaries: vision x2 and we still canât find the haters
â° jamesog: they hate us cause they ainât us â° trinsantos: dweebs
jamesog: ayyy i made the dump
samira.mohan: park wine dates with you are my fav <3
â° jabbot: ?
melissa_king: we need another farmerâs market flower day!
â° yourusername: please please please!
trinsantos: i love co-parenting cats with you!
â° yourusername: sunny is definitely my son, nimbus is all you babe!
dennis.whit: sheâs alive!
â° trinsantos: acting like you didnât see us arguing about what order she should put the pictures in â° yourusername: iâm ignoring your comment, thanks for being a great friend denny!
parkellis: thereâs no way that man bakes
â° yourusername: his therapist says he needs some non-life threatening hobbies! clearly she underestimated the frustration baking cookies createsâŠ.
Soft Launch (The Pitt: Dr. Jack Abbot) resident!reader x dr. jack abbot smau! full navigation »
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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ⫠Clairo · Juna
yourusername iâve had my hands full recently â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â liked by trinsantos, dr.jdiaries, melissa_king, and others
samira.mohan: girl??? the soft launch!?
â° yourusername: cannot confirm or deny ;)
trinsantos: ooh my baby bold!
jabbot: sunny boyâïž
â° trinsantos: why do you know my catâs name â° yourusername: thatâs my son?? â° trinsantos: yeah, but weâre roomates, so heâs basically mine
dennis.whit: does this post mean me and @ trinsantos can stop hiding in our rooms when he drops you off at the house?
â° princessss: canât believe you knew mystery man all along⊠Ⱐper.lah: heâs cut off! no more lunch break gossip for him!
shen.john: i saw you take like 30 different photos of your matcha and youâre telling me not a single one of them made it in a post about you holding stuff!
summary: In hindsight, using karaoke night to spill all your feelings wasn't the best idea, but how else were you supposed to communicate with him?
warnings/tags: SMUT, no y/n use, petname(baby), (no age mentioned but reader is in their late twenties and jack is in their late forties), situationship/fwb!reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, down bad reader, serious miscommunication, jealous!jack, jealous!reader, a lot of drinking, widow!abbot, power imbalance, everyone's at the karaoke bar, gn!reader but written with female!reader in mind, let me know if im wrong about that and its not gn ty <3
wc: 4.5k
A/N: CHAT THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! I was listening to don't speak by no doubt was inspired to create my first fic, also i think i accidentally made reader gn, i wrote this with female!reader in mind but i think its perfect that its gn! it's been around 8 years since i wrote fanfic so i'm counting this as my first. I'm worried this is absolute dogshit and cringe so please let me know how you feel about it. Giving major props to all these writers out here, I only wrote 4.5k and that shit took like 12 hours total lmaoo. nah but fr yall go crazy hopefully im half as good! Another sidenote, the smut doesnt go crazy but thats because i was having trouble with it, if i ever do this again im promise it'll be betterr
This was a horrible ideaâŠ
You don't know why you agreed, maybe it was because Trinity practically begged you on her knees after her performance with Mel, maybe it was because you had one too many drinks, or maybe it was because a certain silver-haired man was eating away at you.
It was definitely all of the above.
While giggling and stumbling over to the stage, you knew exactly what song you'd be choosing. The song that you'd listened to on your car ride home after being rejected so brutally, you took the next few shifts off at PTMC, even though he worked the night and you the day.
It was his night off, so he had asked you to stay over, wanting to enjoy the rare occasion of you in his bed, and you'd be a fool to say no. So there you were in his arms moaning his name, and he was there moaning yours.
âJack, I'm so close, fuck-â You were holding onto his shoulders, not able to let go, head thrown back at the white-hot pressure building up in your lower stomach. His calloused hands were holding onto your hips, slightly lifting you while you were in his lap, fucking into you at an incredible speed, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. His face in your neck, giving you breathy moans that were made just for you. âThat's it. baby let go, come for me.â You pulled your head away, looking at him, and god he was practically on the verge of tears, begging you.
Hearing and seeing him brought you over the edge, your legs shaking uncontrollably, screaming his name. The feeling of you squeezing him this tight made him spill deep inside you on the spot. He was holding onto you so tight, not wanting to leave any space between you, and groaning your name so loudly you're sure his neighbors would hear him.
So when the words âI love youâ slipped after coming down from the amazing orgasm you received from the man under you, the last thing you expected was for him to tense up under you. Yeah, maybe those words slipping out surprised you too, but his reaction had caught you off guard even more.
He quickly got up from under you, not giving you any time to say anything, and hurried to the restroom while you just sat there, jaw slightly agape, rushing to gather his sheets and covering yourself, now feeling too exposed, too bare.
You knew he wasn't ready for it, you knew he hadn't reciprocated it. He already had the love of his life, and still has her with him every day. You heard all the stories about how amazing she was and how no one else could compare. It's horrible to say, but you were envious, you couldn't help it, she was perfect.
But when you said those three words, it felt so right because you did love him with all your heart. You had loved him since before the day your friendship had turned into something more, before the day he touched you in all the right places. You didn't mean to say it, it slipped, but it was bound to happen. Your heart would reveal itself eventually.
Once he came out, he had a confused, conflicted look on his face. With a towel in his hand, he walked over and started cleaning you up carefully, like you were as fragile as a porcelain doll, and heâd break you if he wiped a little too hard. He was doing everything right, but the energy didn't feel right. He wasn't looking at you, and you hated yourself for it. You needed to fix it.
Once he finished, you finally dared to speak up. âJack, I-â He interrupted immediately, putting his hand up. He wouldn't even hear you out. âYou need to leaveâŠâ He still wasn't looking at you, and his voice was as soft as can be. You feel your heart drop into the deepest pit of your stomach, and you feel humiliated. âWhat?â Your voice is small and cracking, you can feel the tears welling up.
He backs up, the moonlight that was pouring in from his window, hitting his naked frame. âWe can't do this anymore, sweetheart,â he says while looking down at his feet. The pet name sounding foreign in his mouth now. Anger was starting to seep into you. He was your best friend, how could he?! Even if he hadn't felt the same, he was going to kick you out like you meant nothing to him?
You scoff as you get up, letting the blanket fall to the ground. The movement making him look up at you, finally taking in every detail. He looked like he was drinking in the view of you, trying to remember everything he could, in a way that felt loving, but maybe that was you trying to convince yourself that he felt something more.
God, you were stupid. Here he was, shattering your heart into tiny little pieces, and yet you were ready to jump into his arms, to kiss every part of him, to tell him that you loved him over and over again, and that you'd always be there for him.
What is wrong with you?
Instead, you opened your mouth, but nothing came out, so you looked away and started getting dressed, walking away without looking back. The worst thing about it was that he went back into the bathroom as soon as you moved to get dressed, the fucker didn't even care enough to watch you go.
Practically limping out of his house with your heels in one hand and your car keys in the other, you finally let your quiet tears fall. This is what the walk of shame felt like. Once you were in your car, isolated from the rest of the world, you let the uncontrollable sobs out, letting your head rest on the steering wheel.
After a couple of minutes of self-despair and pity, you finally calm down enough and turn your engine on, the radio coming to life, blasting a song that would soon have your tears resurfacing.
âYou and meâ
âWe used to be togetherâ
âEvery day together, alwaysâ
âI really feelâ
âThat I'm losing my best friendâ
âI can't believe this could be the endâ
You start driving away, turning up the volume until you felt like you were going deaf, still not looking back, afraid you'd go back begging the minute you did. You couldn't humiliate yourself further, so instead you had one hand on the wheel and the other on your phone texting your attending, who was likely asleep âHey Robby, I know it's really late, but I've come down with something and need to take tomorrow off.â
It had been a grueling month since then, and Trinity had convinced half of the PTMC to come out to the bar after a rough Fourth of July shift, which Jack Abbot just happened to be a part of. You had managed to dodge and avoid him since that day. It was the longest you'd ever gone without seeing each other, and while it nearly killed you, you knew you couldn't handle seeing him, couldn't handle seeing him happy and thriving while you were the complete opposite.
But that's exactly what happened on that shift, walking past a room and seeing him shirtless with Samira by his side saying, âOur little secret.â You almost stopped dead in your tracks. It had been a month since you saw him, and here he was, looking hotter than ever with another woman, another woman you couldn't compare to. You had been stupid to think you were special. So you forced your feet to keep moving and gave him the cold shoulder any time he was near you the rest of your shift.
Now, here you were on the stage, you heard the cheer of your extremely supportive colleagues, but you also felt the intense burn of someone's eyes on the back of your head while scrolling through the tablet, looking for that specific song. âDon't speakâ by No doubt
âAh, here it is,â you sighed out, feeling something twist in your chest. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, if anything, this would hurt you more, but you really wanted him to know, you wanted him to feel the pain, and what better way to show him than through song!
You turn around and immediately catch the eyes of the person burning a hole through your head. He was holding a beer in his hand that had barely been touched. He looked tired, but he still looked gorgeous, and you couldn't help but stare until you remembered how many of your coworkers were watching you ogle your superior.
Letting out a short laugh and looking away, you see Cassie give you a look. She was the one who nursed you back to health after your heartbreak, not knowing exactly who the mystery man was, but now she was slowly piecing it together.
Your eye then catches Robby snickering and elbowing Jack lightly, he was the only one who knew, and god what a jerk he was about it. Jack doesn't react to it though, he just keeps his annoyingly emotionless face on you, awaiting you.
You grab the mic and start quietly, instantly regretting your decision to come up here. You close your eyes, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further.
âYou and meâ
âWe used to be togetherâ
You hear a quick cheer from some of your coworkers, and you reopen your eyes, gaining more confidence than before, it slowly growing as the song progressed, having you peer at Jack every once in a while.
âDon't speakâ
âI know just what you're sayinââ
âSo please stop explainingâ
âDon't tell me âcause it hurtsâ
Near the end of the song, you had completely blocked everybody else out, zoning in on him, not caring what anyone was thinking, because all you could think about was him.
Looking at him was like a time machine back to that night in his room, that confused and conflicted look on his face again, but ten-fold. It wasn't until you felt a salty taste in your mouth that you realized you had started crying.
Once the song had finished, you finally came back to your senses. Looking around the room you see your coworkers' faces, everybody seems to have noticed you singing your heart out to Night shift attending, Jack Abbot.
Instantly sobering up and feeling hot warmth crawl up your neck, you awkwardly laugh and quickly walk off stage. Trinity starts to clap and cheer loudly, too drunk to really understand what the fuck just happened. The rest of your too-drunk coworkers join, I mean, you just gave them a performance of a lifetime. You hear your name being called out, but you ignore it and pass by the busy patrons quickly.
Once outside, you let out a huge sigh, feeling like you can finally breathe, your body also cooling down. That's short-lived though, because as soon as you calm down, something invades your space, immediately bringing your body heat back up.
You knew his warmth too well, it had engulfed you for so long that you knew exactly who it was. âLeave me alone, Jack.â Your shoulders were so tense, tonight was the night to let go and relax, yet here you were unable to do so. âPlease look at me,â he says while resting his hands around your waist, making you melt into his touch.
You can't help but obey, you turn around slowly and look up at him. You're not crying anymore, but your face is wet, so he reaches up, wiping them away, the feeling making your eyes flutter shut. âWhy are you doing this to me?â you groan while his touch was burning you, leaving an invisible mark.
âI miss you so much, baby,â He whispers, resting his forehead on yours, but they have you tearing your eyes open, retreating from his touch, the pet name making you scoff. âHow dare you? You have no right to chase after me and tell me you miss me. God, you're ridiculous and a liar.â You spit out, looking like a madwoman, waving your arms around.
âNo, you don't under-â he tries reaching for you again, but you won't let him, ripping your arm away from him. âI don't understand?â You point at yourself, almost cackling at how ridiculous his statement was.
âI don't understand that you loved your wife? Don't understand how perfect she was, and how your time with the love of your life was cut short? You'll never be able to love again because of her, trust me, I understand! And most of all, I understand that I meant nothing, that our nights together meant nothing to you, and that our friendship was a fallacy. If you truly cared about me, you wouldn't have kicked me out the way you did, you wouldn't have let me leave even if you didn't feel the same way after I said what I said.â Now turning your finger and pointing it at him, jabbing it in his chest. âYou would've sought me out after, Jack,â you say more quietly.
He looks distraught, your words hitting him like bullets. âCome on, there's no need for the bullshit, Jack. I mean, I caught you with Samira earlier, so screw your âI miss youâ because it doesn't mean shit, you're a liar.â He stares at you confused. God, is that the only thing he can express?
He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, you raise your hand, now cutting him off. âI'm leaving.â throwing his words right back at him. You push past him, and he lets you. Walking into the bar, you feel lighter, still heavy, and your heart in pain, but definitely a little bit lighter. So much so that you head straight for the bartender, ordering a round of shots for everyone who was drinking, including Jack.
Heading back to your table, you notice he had rejoined, sitting next to Robby. He looks like a kicked puppy, you ignore him and look back at everyone, "Look what i found" you say excitedly, and that gets loud cheers from everybody. Lord knows you can't afford this, but you don't care, it'll distract them and you from what happened.
Everyone quickly reaches for their shots, besides jack. âDr.Abbot, are you not gonna take your shot with us?â you sweetly say to him, abandoning his first name and going back to formalities, like you weren't moaning it a month ago, you wanted to piss him off.
He looks at you as his jaw ticks, trying to read you, to understand you. âNo baby, I need to be able to drive you home later, don't I?â You freeze for a second, eyes wide, looking over at Cassie, who was supposed to be your DD, but she just shrugs and laughs, watching it all unfold.
He wasn't being subtle about it, laying it on thick. He had spent so much time and effort hiding your situation in the past, it surprises you when he calls you baby, but I mean it was quite obvious that you two had something more going on from the moment you got on that stage, so he abandoned caring.
The table got so quiet you could hear a pin drop even in the loud karaoke bar you were in. Quickly composing yourself, you scoff and reach over to take his shot before your own. Quickly downing it, you immediately pick up your own, forcing a quick toast with everyone else at the table, and downing that one too, and the entire time he was watching you with a not so amused look. Good.
As the night goes on, you keep going back up to buy more shots for yourself, trying to reach a new level of fucked up so you could forget the pain and let go. After your fourth or fifth shot, you walk back with Trinity to an unexpected duo singing.
Samira and Jack.
He was smiling and laughing while she looked beautiful, matching his laugh whenever it was his turn. It hurt. They were singing âEye of the Tiger,â which you couldn't help but let a giggle out at, of course he'd pick that song. Although as soon as your laugh was out, it was gone, and your anger was back. It's almost like he was rubbing it in your face. âWhat an asshole,â you mutter under your breath. âYeah, a miserable asshole.â A deep voice speaks beside you, making you jump.
Looking over, you catch Robby standing close by, smirking, with a fruity cocktail in hand. Rolling your eyes, you look back at the stage. âYou're not much better than him,â you slur, and he laughs at that. âYeah, you're not wrong about that.â
Robby was your attending and his closest friend, so you two had also gotten close. When you took multiple days off, he also came to check on you, coming over on a day that Cassie wasn't there. He told you Jack had been coming in early and leaving late on his shifts, and that he'd see him search for something that never showed up. This man had your address, and he had your number, yet here he was sacrificing sleep to try and catch you at work instead of knocking on your door to apologize. You had told Robby that you didn't want to see him and left it at that.
You assumed he told him because when you came back to work, you didn't see him early or later in your shift. There was a part of you that secretly wished he would be there, but he wasn't, so you did your best to avoid him from then on out, which you were very successful at.
Robby came in closer, and you instinctively grabbed onto his arm, trying to steady yourself because you knew you would fall if you didn't. At least that's what you tell yourself when you see Jack's eyes snap to the movement, it felt good seeing that look in his eye.
You turn back and quirk an eyebrow up at Robby, realizing something. âSince when do youuu drink fruity cocktails?â He takes a sip and makes a sour face, and you laugh. âGod, I don't. Noelle likes them, so I got one with her.â Honestly, you had completely forgotten that Robby had brought her along. Looking over your shoulder, you see her brandishing the same look Jack had, pointing daggers at you two.
Turning back around, giggling, you reach for his drink. He watches you with an amused look on his face as you take a sip, a moan coming out of you at the taste. âYou have no taste, Robby, this is delicious!â You feel the stares getting harsher, so you break away from him. âAlright, I think it's time you go back to your girlfriend before she kills me.â You laugh while retreating, and he gives you a begging look as if to say, âPlease, don't make me.â You mouth âman upâ to him and turn around.
You notice the duet finally coming to an end as you walk away. You roll your eyes as you go towards the table everyone was at. Maybe Jack was right to end it because, god, you were insufferable. You weren't mad at Samira, but you were extremely jealous of her, and you couldn't hide it.
You stop yourself, watching the crew pat Jack on the back, cheering him and Samira on. You then watch him hug her tight, laughing and saying something along the lines of âThat wasn't too bad.â He glances up at you, and it's like something breaks in you again.
Scrap that whole chat you had outside, you don't feel lighter. Its all back and it's heavy, pressing into your chest, making it hard to breathe. Nothing could get you over this man. Why are you like this?  You shake your head, frustrated with yourself.
You start looking around and spot a man that you noticed when you first entered the bar. He had been staring at you and even offered you a drink, which you declined, your eyes searching for someone else at the time. Honestly, he wasn't too bad, he had greys in his hair, and that was close enough to your type.
You try to walk over without stumbling, drink abandoned, and introduce yourself with a hand outstretched. âIt's nice seeing you again, darling. My name's Joel. What can I do for you?â he shakes your hand and lets out a chuckle with an eyebrow raised. You're feeling bold and impatient. âCan I kiss you?â You slur your words, and it's obvious you're beyond intoxicated, but you don't care, you need to do this. Right?
âSomething would be wrong with me if I turned away such a beautiful lady.â He fully turns his body, which was leaning on the bar. Reaching out, he tucks in a strand of hair, and you giggle. If you squint your eyes enough, it's almost like it's Jack leaning in to kiss you. God, you were desperate.
Before anything can happen, Joel gets shoved back hard, so hard he almost falls. âBack the fuck off her, man, canât you see how gone she is?â Jack appears in front of you, shouting loud enough to catch the attention of everyone nearby. âWhat the fuck, Jack!â You yell, pulling his arm back. He stares back at you and scoffs, grabbing onto your arm and dragging you past this old creep, not giving him enough time to react or fight back, not like he would anyway. Everybody was now looking at him like he had taken advantage of you, so he just went back leaning on the bar, embarrassed.
âJack, fucking let go of me!â He isn't hurting you, but his grip is so strong that you see his muscles flex, and you feel an ache in your lower stomach. You still protest the entire way out, but he just ignores you and keeps walking. By the time he finally lets go, you're out by his car. He's unlocking the car door, picking you up, and putting you in the passenger seat effortlessly, and you can't help but let him, that ache and want for him growing.
Closing your door, he walks around and finally enters, sitting next to you, but not moving to turn the car on. You turn with a bewildered look to you, ready to argue, but instead you're met with a water bottle in front of your face. âPlease, drink some water,â he pleads. You groan at the thought of him still caring, so you grab the bottle and chug it. Once you're done, you crush it and throw it at him. You might be obedient, but you're not letting him off that easily.
He scoffs. âYou're childish, you know that?â Holding back the urge to mock him, you bite your tongue, not wanting to prove him right. âThat's funny because you were the one dragging me away from a man just a moment ago! You're the childish one, Jack.â You see him white-knuckling the steering wheel. "He was going to take advantage of you, I wasn't gonna let that happen." You look away, biting your bottom lip. âThis isn't fair, Jack. What am I supposed to do? I don't want to sit and watch you fall for a girl that isn't me.â The confused look reappears on his face, and you want to punch the fuck out of him.
âFuck, all this time I thought it was because of your wife, and how you couldn't move on because she was the love of your life, but now I realize I was the problem. Samiraâs a nice girl, I know she's super sma-â he abruptly cuts you off. âSamira? Baby, she's just a friend, she looks up to me as a mentor.â he reaches out and holds your face with his hand.
âI'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I pushed you away in the worst way possible, I'm sorry I made you cry, I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to kiss someone else when I should be the only one you're kissing. And I'm sorry for making you think you weren't the love of my life.â Your breath catches as he rubs your lower lips with his thumb. Your body relaxes because this was all you ever wanted to hear and more. âI wanted to explain it to you earlier, the guilt I felt that night. How badly I wanted to say it back, but feeling too guilty to let it out, I felt like I was betraying her, but I was betraying a part of myself by holding back. This month has been hell without you. I wanted to reach out, but I didn't think you wanted anything to do with me after that night. I fucked up bad, baby.â Your eyes soften, eyebrows furrowed, and you can't help but lean in, and he follows. âJack.â You whisper.
You feel him wipe under your eyes again. How many times are you gonna cry tonight? âI love you too.â As soon as he says it, you can't help but close the space and kiss him. The kiss is messy, both of you reaching and grabbing what you can. He swipes his tongue against your lower lip, asking for permission, and you let him in.
You quickly climb over the console and sit in his lap, grinding against him, feeling how hard he is. He groans into the kiss, pulling back slightly, taking in how you look. âF-fuck.â His head tilts back as you roll down onto him again.
You try to roll against him again, chasing your own pleasure, but his hands stop you from doing so. He watches you squirm. âI want this, fuck, I really do, but you're too intoxicated right now.â Shaking his head when you whine against his lips, frustrated. âNo.â You try to move again, and his grip gets tighter, you shiver at the thought of his hands leaving bruises, and marking you.
His voice drops as he looks deeply into you, sending chills down your spine. âI'm gonna take you home. I'll feed you and then run a nice bath for you. I'm going to take care of you tonight.â He says it like it's final. You don't want to give in, but he has you in a trance, listening to whatever order he gives you, so you give in, slumping into him and laying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. âFine, but I want to go to your place,â you huff out, and he laughs.
Picking your head back up, you see him looking at you with loving eyes, not wanting to ever look away. âWhere'd you think I meant when I said home?â You laugh back and lean in to softly peck his lips. Once you pull away, he gives you the goofiest smile. "God, I love you." You return his smile and pull him in for a tight hug, never wanting to let him go. "I love you too, Jack"
A/N: YOU MADE IT TO THE END CONGRATS. I really hope you enjoyed it i had a lot of fun writing it and im praying it wasnt too cringe! No but again please let me know how you feel about my writing, i will always accept constructive criticism its needed in my life!!
havenât written in forever and im not fully prepared to work this one out into a full-fledged storyâŠ
ginnyâsbestfriendreader x fred weasley
âč becoming friends with Ginny during your first year and quickly getting to know the rest of her family
âč two years of quietly of sitting in the common room while fred and george whisper away their silly plans
âč finally whispering suggestions when their plans donât seem fully thought out
âč âdid you hear that Georgie?â âwhat is it Freddie?â âthe quiet one speaksâ
âč âjust because i donât speak to you doesnât mean iâm quietâ
âč always finding Fredâs wandering eyes after that (in the common room, in the Great Hall during meals, walking in the corridors)
âč reaching for a book on a high shelf in the library âhere you go loveâ âI couldâve gotten thatâ âi knowâ
âč ây/n, saved you a seatâ âoh uhm thanksâ at dinner that night
âč âso youâre really going to hang out with that fourth year?â Ginny asks incredulously
âč Fredâs head raising slightly, trying to listen in without being too obvious.
âč âa fourth year? in our house?â
âč looking over at him in confusion, ânoâŠa ravenclawâ
âč *months later* âSo whatever happened with you and that ravenclaw?â
âč ânothing, apparently hermione saw him being quite intimate with someone during a hogsmeade visit.â
âč Fred turning a fiery red that nearly matched his hair before calming down when you touched his arm lightly
âč âItâs fine Freddie really, he wasnât that interesting to begin with. A little too serious for my taste.â
âč âYou called me FreddieâŠâ
âč âUhh yeah I guess I did, it just always makes me laugh when your siblings call you that,â you admit shyly
âč âI like it, when you call me that,â he adds.
âč Your eyes widen in surprise at his confession
âč âUhh, anyways, Ginny said you were coming to the Burrow for a week during the Christmas holiday?â
âč âYeah, I was thinking about itâ
âč âWeâll I hope you do, come visitâŠâ
âč *A couple weeks later at the Burrow*
âč The first thing that happens when you step out of the chimney is you get hurled back by the force and weight of certain tall ginger twin barreling at you.
âč ây/l/n! long time no see. Iâm hapâI know Ginnyâs happy youâre coming.â
âč âThanks Freddie, Iâm happy Iâm here tooâ
âč Dancing around each other the first few days, gentle touches and quick glances as you navigate being in such close proximity all week
âč One windy night the wood of the Burrow creaks, waking you up in a cold sweat
âč Sneaking down the stairs for a glass of water youâre surprised to see another person awake and standing in the kitchen
âč âcouldnât sleep?â you hear his voice before his features come to focus in the dark
âč âthe windows rattling woke me up, what about you?â
âč âi like the quiet of being down here at night, itâs peacâ
âč âpeacefulâ you finish for him
âč He smiles at you, a quiet understanding between you before he grabs your hand dragging you to the middle of the living room
âč âFred, what are you doing?â
âč âFreddieâ he corrects
âč âWhat?â
âč âI told you I like it when you call me Freddieâ
âč With wide eyes you nod him at quietly, letting his hands direct your body so that youâre standing right in front of him.
âč One hand sneaks around your side while the other holds your hand out
âč âweâre dancingâŠ?â
âč âIt appears soâ
âč The rest of your stay there leaves you feeling confused about your feelings for your best friendâs older brother
âč Despite your confusion, the feeling of falling for Fred seemed exciting and safe, as if you already knew that he would never let anything hurt you
Itâs Not All In Your Head (Teen Wolf: Stiles Stilinski)
I KNOW THIS IS KIND OF A DYING FANDOM SO IF YOU LIKE THIS PLEASE REBLOG/SHARE/LIKE!! IM CURRENTLY REWATCHING SO IM FEELING QUITE INSPIRED BY THESE CHARACTERS!
this was formerly posted on my blog as âUnexpectedâ with a 1.5k word count, but I wrote it over two years ago and wanted to rewrite some things and add some more plot. So this really is a different story now, deserving of a new title and song that fits the vibe
pairing: female reader (she/her) x Stiles Stilinski
summary: When you find yourself mixed up in the mysterious supernatural world of Beacon Hills, a town youâve grown up in your whole life, you find an unlikely ally in the form of Stiles Stilinski. The boy youâve despised and admired for the last half of your life.
notes/warnings: small mentions of familial death, mention of dead body
word count: 3.3k
Getting out of bed this morning was rough.
Head rushing and pounding with the adrenaline from the night before.
It couldnât be, right?
Everything you experienced last night wasnât real, or at least thatâs what you tried to tell yourself.
You couldnât explain how you ended up in the woods in the middle of the night.
Hearing voices in your head, it was almost as if you had been summoned there.
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This was the second time in your life that you couldnât push the voices away.
It had only happened once before this, right before your grandmother passed.
She had been in hospice for the last few months and hadnât been doing well.
You begged your mom to let you skip school that day to visit her, but she insisted that the last time she had spoken to the nurse, everything was fine.
You got called out of class early that day, your mother rushing you over to the nursing home so that your grandmother would be surrounded by family in her last moments.
Neither of you had brought up how you somehow knew you needed to be there, but the coincidence never left your mind.
Tonight felt like that day from a few months ago.
As you sat at your desk doing homework you could hear distant muffled voices, the words werenât clear, but they started getting louder.
You huffed, pushing your chair back as you got up.
Walking down the hallway you expected to turn the corner and see your younger brother blasting the tv at the highest volume, but you were met with the deafening silence of the dark and empty living room.
The voices continued as you wandered around the house, growing louder as you followed them outside into the back yard.
You looked back at your house before sneaking out the side gate.
The streets were empty as you walked down the sidewalk, making left and right turns when they felt right.
It wasnât until you reached the entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve that you snapped back to reality and truly took in your surroundings.
You barely enjoyed running through here when it was cross country season, you certainly wouldnât have chosen to come here in the middle of the night.                                               Â
Walking further into the woods, you reached a small clearing.
A large wood trunk sat in the middle of the clearing, a sizeable figure laying on top of it.
As you got closer you began to make out shapes; an arm, a leg, it was a body.
You stopped a few feet short of the stump, your eyes widening in horror as they focused in on the lifeless eyes of the body before you.
It was a dead body.
You couldnât do anything but scream at the top of your lungs.
The murmured voices quickly stopped and were soon replaced by a different set of voices.
They grew louder as did the footsteps as they approached.
 âY/N!â Scott and Lydia exclaimed at the same time.
You turned around quickly, fear painted on your features as you attempted to speak.
âIâI donâtâŠâ
Lydia stepped forward, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as she walked you away from the body.
âY/L/N?â you heard another voice arise.
 It was the first time you really noticed that he was there.
âStilinski,â you greeted back.
âWhat are you doing out here?â he asked.
âYou know the usual, finding dead bodies in the woods, you?â
 Hearing his scoff, you smirked to yourself, it was so easy to rile him up.
It didnât seem like the appropriate time to be making jokes, but with Stiles the sarcasm and witty comebacks were hard to swallow back.
It was almost refreshing to be joking with him in that moment.
Whispering among themselves, you stood quietly looking around, of course your attention still drawn to the body splayed on the trunk a few feet behind them.
Their whispering soon came to an end and Lydia and Stiles stepped forward.
Taking your arm again, Lydia turned you around so that you were now walking in the direction that you came from.
âY/N, did you walk here?â Lydia asked concernedly.
âYeah, Iââ you were about to explain how you felt drawn here.
ââŠyeahâ you answered quietly.
She turned her head to give Scott and Stiles a worried look.
You know what this might have looked like to your classmates.
Standing over a dead body in the middle of the woods, late at night.
âCâmon, Stiles will take us home. Itâs probably not the safest idea to be out now.â
 âWhat about Scott?â you asked unsurely.
 âBelieve me, Scott knows how to handle his own,â Stiles replied while slightly increasing his speed so that he was now walking in front of you and Lydia.
You werenât exactly sure what he meant by that, but you chose not to ask too many questions.
As you crawled into the back of Stilesâs Jeep you didnât know what to think.
You were terrified about the discovery you made in the woods and the unexplainable feeling that you had that could have possibly led you there.
Terrified at the thought of your classmates, also walking around the woods at the same time and seemingly not as concerned about a body as you were.
The low hum of the radio filled the awkward silence as they drove you home, only speaking up when you had to direct Stiles.
As he pulled up in front of your driveway, you quickly thanked them and got out, trying your best to get to the front door.
Stiles was quick to shut off the car and follow you.
âY/LN!â he called.
You brushed it off as if you had not heard him, quickening your steps as you got closer.
âY/N!â he called again.
You rounded on your feet quickly, Stiles stopping abruptly as he almost ran into you.
âWhat?â you exhaled tiredly, your eyes watering slightly as they met with his.
âWhat could you possibly say right now?â you asked.
âI justâI wanted to make sure you were okay,â he spoke up.
âNo Stiles, I am not okay. None of this is okay.â
He nodded understandingly.
He reached up slightly, so that his hand was barely hovering above your elbow.
You swore you could feel the heat radiating from his body being so close.
As you glanced down, he quickly dropped his hand back down to his side.
âIâll see you tomorrow,â he stated matter of factly.
You looked back up to give him a small nod.          Â
He waited for you to go inside and only turned to leave when he heard the lock click.
You did not see it, but Lydia gave him a pointed look as he walked back to the car.
âShut up,â he said as he started the jeep.
âI didnât say anything,â Lydia smiled back.
That night you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw the lifeless eyes of the body staring back at you.
Before you knew it, sleep had consumed your whole body and your thoughts and fears of the night slowly melted away.
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*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
You quickly awoke to the sound of your alarm clock blaring.
Immediately hitting snooze, you debated skipping school all together.
Itâs not like you didnât like school, it was quite the opposite.
You were doing extremely well in all your classes, involved in every club and team you thought would make your college application stand out, and you had a great group of supportive friends.
Thinking about the possible run in with Scott or Lydia and the inevitable run in with Stiles, since you shared so many classes, was more than your anxiety allowed you to handle.
Grabbing your bag, you headed to the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and your keys from the counter as you said goodbye to your mom.
Walking to the driverâs door you were startled when a car horn honking caught your attention.
Looking up you were shocked to see Stiles and his infamous jeep, windows down as he blocked your driveway.
 âStilinski, get the hell out of the way. Youâre going to make me late for school.â
 âYup, thatâs the plan. Get in Y/L/N,â he replied.
Rolling your eyes, you walked over to his car. He nodded at you to get in.
You stood, looking unamused.
He huffed before getting out the driverâs side and walking around the front of the car.
He brushed past you, opening the passenger door, his eyes silently pleading with you to get in.
âOkay, okay!â you exclaimed, climbing into the passenger seat.
The radio was low, and you quietly hummed along as you passed the houses on your street.
After a few wrong turns you had finally turned to Stiles,
âWhere are we going?â you asked.
âI thought you were taking me to school,â you huffed, annoyance clear in your voice.
âI never said that, I said I was going to make you late,â Stiles replied, an attitude in his voice similar to yours.
Rolling your eyes, you turned in your seat, resuming the activity of watching the world outside the car window quickly pass.
After about another 10 minutes you had pulled into a driveway of a cute looking house.
âIs this your house?â you asked confused.
âYeah, now câmon,â he answered, quickly turning off the car and getting out.
You followed him into the house and to his room.
Your eyes scanned his room, blue walls littered with posters and clothes thrown on the floor with little regard.
Typical, you thought to yourself.
If you looked under the bed you were sure you would probably find playboy magazines covered in some sort of body fluid.
You shivered at the thought.
What was strange was the wall by his desk.
Red yarn creating a maze as it led from one photo to another. Confusing words and maps printed alongside.
You watched as Stiles threw his backpack onto the chair.
âDonât worry my dad isnât home, so no one will interrupt us.â
You gave him a surprised and teasing look, insinuating that his words were some sort of innuendo, before he quickly spoke again.
 âJesus Y/N, I didnât mean it like that.â
 You chuckled softly, before letting your eyes roam around some more.
âI just meant, thereâs some things I need to ask you about, you know, about last night?â he continued.
Stiles noticed you visibly harden at the mention of last night.
He knew why Scott and them were there.
But you?
That was a question still left unanswered.
 Taking a seat on his bed, you sighed.
âWhat were you doing in the woods Y/N?â he asked more directly.
âI honestly donât know,â you said unconvincingly.
 âI mean, I could be asking you the same thing. Your dadâs the Sheriff, right? I wonder what he would have to say about you and your friends hanging around dead bodies in the woods.â
This caught Stilesâs attention.
âOk, letâs not get crazy. And donât forget, we found you over the dead body,â he reminded you.
âAnd what exactly were the three of you doing out there? Taking a late-night stroll in the moonlight,â you remarked accusingly.
 âListen Y/N. This is serious, thereâs a lot going on in Beacon Hills. A lot that I canât really explain right now. So please, letâs try and be honest with one another.â
âI donât know how to be honest without sounding absolutely crazy,â you confessed.
âI promise you, nothing that you say to me right now will sound crazy. Just try me,â he smiled reassuringly.
He kneeled in front of you, now at eye level as you slowly nodded.
âWell, like you said, thereâs a lot that canât be explained, and I canât really explain what happened. I was at home all night when I started hearing these voicesâI.â
Stiles grabbed your hand as you stuttered, a silent comfort urging you to continue.
âIt was like they were calling me. I mean Iâve heard voices before, theyâre always different. Most of the time I can convince myself that Iâm just imagining things, but this time was different. This time they wouldnât stop. So, I just walked and walked, and next thing I knew I was in the woods and the voices had stopped. And thatâs when I ran into you guys,â you said, finishing your account of events.
Stiles seemed less surprised and confused than you had thought he would.
âY/N, do you know what this means!â he said, realization settling in his eyes as he started piecing things together.
You got up quickly, dropping his hand as you began pacing his room, the fear and confusion of the night before flooding back.
âNo, Stiles, not really. I have no idea what any of this means,â you exclaimed, the fear evident in your voice.
His eyes softened as he took in your state.
âOkay, hey! Itâs ok. Weâre going to figure this out. Iâm going to help you figure this out.â
âFigure out what? Stiles, this really isnât making sense,â you exclaimed as you stopped pacing to face him.
âYou said youâve heard these voices before, right?â he asked.
âYeah, onceâŠâ
âWhen?â
âWhat?â you looked at him confusedly.
âWhen did you hear these voices?â he pressed.
âRight before my grandmother passed,â you confessed smally.
âThis is going to sound insane,â Stiles started.
âMore insane than a girl who hears voices?â you interrupted.
âI think I know whatâs going on.â
He got up from the bed, motioning for you to follow him to the desk, rifling through papers and a big leather-bound book, before stopping on a page.
Across the top you read Banshee.
You had read about Banshees before when you took a dual enrollment literature and folklore class.
You looked at Stiles with an angry and pointed look.
âStilinski what the fuck is this?â
He was taken aback by your shift in demeanor.
âIs this funny to you?â
âWhat? No, Y/N, just listâ"
âNo, this is just too much. I thought you really cared about how I was feeling and if this is just you and your friendâs idea of a twisted joke, I donât want any part of this.â
âY/N I CAN EXPLAIN!â he continued.
You grabbed your stuff and ran out of the room, letting your long strides carry you further and further away from Stilesâs house.
As you walked through the school parking lot, you turned to find that stupid blue jeep following behind you.
Pulling up next to you, Stiles rolled his window down.
âY/N!â
You stopped abruptly, causing him to slam on the brakes.
âStiles, leave me alone.â
âPlease Y/N, if you wonât talk to me just, please talk to Lydia or Scott. Theyâll explain everything.â
You shook your head at him before walking away.
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You had gone almost the rest of the day, successfully avoiding Stiles and his friends.
There was a close call at lunch when you saw Scott and Stiles standing on opposite sides of you a few feet away. Your friend was a saving grace as she appeared next to you, demanding to know why you were so late as she yanked you away to a table across the cafeteria.
However, as you sat in AP Government, your luck was wearing thin when Stiles chose to sit right next to you.
You glanced over to him, an annoyed look covering your face. To which he gave a cocky smirk and wave.
You angled yourself slightly so that you were facing away from him while still being able to sit forward in your desk.
As your teacher began the lesson you did your best to ignore Stilesâ constant attempts to get your attention.
From excessively tapping his foot and pencil, nudging the edge of your desk with his shoe, and leaning over the aisle so that he was now in your personal space.
âY/N, câmon,â he pleaded quietly.
âIâm trying to learn about our constitutional right to contraceptives, shut up,â you angrily whispered back.
âY/Nââ he continued.
âSTILES SHUT UP!â you exclaimed.
Your teacher fell silent as she looked up to see you and Stiles sheepishly sinking into your seats.
âMs. Y/L/N and Mr. Stilinski, am I interrupting your social time?â
âNo, Mrs. Thomson,â you answered embarrassedly.
âRight, well if you donât mind, Iâd like to get back to teaching. The two of you can catch up in detention.â
You groaned, turning to look at Stiles who had a satisfying grin on his lips.
After a grueling 40 more minutes, class ended, and you were reminded of your unfair punishment as you watched your classmates pack up around you.
Mrs. Thomson wrote an assignment on the board, before packing her bag to leave.
As she walked out of the class, she gave the both of you a pointed look, a silent threat that you would be in more trouble if you did not actually stay to finish the assignment.
You were surprised to find that Stiles remained silent for the first couple minutes of detention.
He seemed preoccupied with whoever he was texting.
Unfortunately, the silence was short-lived when Lydia, quickly followed by Scott and Kira, walked in.
This wasnât just any detention; this was an ambush.
âThis cannot be happening right now,â you sighed, your hands rubbing your face as Stiles chuckled.
âBrought reinforcements this time,â he joked.
Your eyes quickly darted to his, shutting him up instantly.
âY/Nââ Lydia started.
âLook, Iâm not sure how you got involved with these two idiots,â you motioned to Scott and Stiles before continuing.
âBut Iâm not sure what else to say about last night.â
âWe understand that this is confusing,â Kira spoke up.
âI really donât know what you guys keep referring to.â
âY/N YOUâRE A BANSHEE,â Lydia spoke next.
Your eyes widened at her statement.
âARE YOU ALL ON DRUGS?â you exclaimed.
âLike meâŠyouâre a banshee like me,â she finished quietly.
They must be on drugs.
âThe supernatural, it exists, we existâŠâ Scott spoke up, looking around the group as he finished.
âWe?â you questioned; confusion clearly etched on your face.
âBansheeâ Lydia raised her hand, answering with a sense of confidence as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You turned to Kira, her eyes turning a fiery orange as she answered, âKitsune, itâs from Jaââ
âJapanese culture, I know,â you quickly finished for her. Your eyes softened as you shifted your focus to Scott.
âWerewolf,â Scott answered, his eyes glowing a bright red as he looked at you.
âOkayâŠso, what are you, a life-sucking vampire?â you asked, turning to Stiles with a mocking grin.
âIâmâIâm nothing,â Stiles replied.
âSo, the body in the woods? They were killed by something supernatural?â you questioned.
They all nodded their heads.
âAnd I was called to it because, Iâm a Banshee?â you tried clarifying.
âPretty much,â Stiles replied smartly.
âAnd what are you guys, some sort of super squad?â you joked.
âWe help people who canât help themselves,â Scott answered earnestly.
A moment of silence passed over the group as they allowed you to process all the new information you had learned.
âCan I drive you home?â Stiles asked.
You looked around before nodding, a small grin on your face before you spoke up.
âI would hope so, you kind of kidnapped me this morning.â
He rolled his eyes before letting out a genuine laugh.
âCâmon loser,â he said, as he started getting out of his seat.
âWhat about detention? You are the reason we got it in the first place?â
âMe? You were the one screaming in the middle of class!â
âBecause you were bothering me!â
Lydia, Kira, and Scott looked to one another, silently agreeing to leave the two of you to figure it out.
There was a lot you didnât know about the supernatural world in Beacon Hills, but what you did know was that you now had a group of people committed to helping you figure it out.
Enchanting to Meet You (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)
pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton
summary: In your debut social season in London, you canât help but be absolutely enchanted by a certain gentleman. You wouldnât be lucky enough to find a true love match after one ballâŠright?
notes/warnings: no warnings, just all fluff! does this song not scream dancing with benedict for the first time! stolen glances and witty remarks! like hello?
word count: 1.3k
The carriage was moving impossibly slow.
Trees passing by at a snailâs pace as you watched the light of your auntâs estate grow closer in the distance.
The desire to run to your bedroom and bathe in the excitement of the night intensifying as each moment passed.
âA lovely opening ball, was it not y/n?â
You snapped your head from leaning on the window to where your mother and aunt sat across from you.
âYes, quite lovely indeed,â you remarked.
You had grown up coming to your auntâs estate in the summers.
As a child, you remembered begging your mother to take you to London for the social season as your older sisters were being presented to society.
You wondered if your sisters ever had a night as magical as you did tonight.
And it was all because of him.
Benedict Bridgerton.
You liked the name Benedict; you had never met another one before.
The blood rushed to your cheeks, so scarlet, at the memory of dancing the night away with him.
âOh y/n, you are looking quite ill. You have had such a busy night; it would do you well to get a good nightâs sleep and think on the many gentlemen who will call on you tomorrow.â
You could not help but lay awake that night, the moonlight shining through the curtains, as you thought about the entire night. Replaying it in its entirety, from start to finish.
The conversation was effortless, no lulls or awkward pauses you experienced with others.
What would you do if he had not called upon you the next day?
Would you be forced to entertain the other prospects in hope of waiting and biding time for his affection.
Was there someone else in the picture?
Why had you not thought to ask his intentions?
Was the chemistry enough to guide you through this season?
Your endless thoughts were torture.
Finally dozing off, the moonlight soon disappeared as the darkness of the night sky was replaced by the bright and glistening rays of the sun.
A subtle knock came from the other side of the door, your lady maid calling out.
âMiss Y/N, we must start getting you ready.â
With one final powdering of your nose, you made your way towards the parlor room.
As you walked in you spotted Benedict sitting on the settee near the large portrait of your family.
He stood up immediately once he noticed your presence.
As your eyes met the memories of the night before came flooding back.
******
You stood with your mother and aunt at the edge of the dance floor, running your hands down your dress, doing your best to smooth out the ruffles from where you sat.
âMiss y/l/n, what a pleasure to have you join us this season.â
âThank you, Lady Danbury,â you smiled politely.
âLet us hope that she is as lucky as her sisters in finding a great companion,â your mother said.
You nodded your head as you took in the scene around you.
Girls and their mamas circling like vultures, while still maintaining the perfect amount of poise to be considered elegant and respectful.
It was much more overwhelming than you were anticipating.
 The magic of what you imagined as a little girl was slowly fading the more you felt the pressure of finding a husband by the end of the season.
If forcing laughter and faking smiles is what it took to get through the night, then so be it.
You had evaded a few gentlemen by writing down the name of poets on your dance card, smiling shyly as you quickly waved the âfullâ dance card as a polite dismissal.
It was a pity really, you loved to dance.
The small talk and inquiring about your pianoforte on the other hand was quite detestable.
You had just gotten done pity laughing at Lord Hardyâs âhumbleâ comment about his many properties, when above his shoulder your eyes met a couple of cool blue ones across the room.
Your insincerity dropped, curiosity taking over as you excused yourself from Lord Hardy.
The man had done the same with whatever company had previously occupied him, gently patting the man in front of him as he maneuvered his way towards you.
As he approached you bowed your head slightly.
âMiss--?â
âY/Nâ
âMiss Y/N, I donât believe weâve met.â
âI suppose we have not. I have just come to London for the season.â
âAh, the marriage mart? Believer of love, are we?â
âAre you not?â you challenged back.
âIn an artistsâ sense, yes. Not in the way that I must bow, and you curtsy while we skate around each for months to appease our families What is it truly to admire a woman? To look at her and feel inspiration? To delight in her beauty, so much so that all your defenses crumble, that you would willingly take on any pain, any burden for her.â
You were shocked by his seemingly earnest words. Perhaps the shallow nature of society was not present in everyone.
âWell, we seem to have that in common Mr.ââ
âBridgerton, but you may call me Benedict.â
âMr. Benedict Bridgerton, the artist or a poet?â you teased.
âThis doesnât really seem like the company you would choose to surround yourself with,â you remarked.
âQuite true Miss Y/N. I fear I am rather trapped among the duties of my family to attend tonightâs ball. You see, my sister Eloise is in her debut season as well.â
You followed his gaze to where a young lady stood next to an older woman. From afar their relationship was quite clear, a mama instructing her daughter on all the dos and donâts of the night.
âMight you join me in a dance Miss Y/N?â
You looked down to your dance card, the spots filled with fake names.
Benedict grabbed your wrist, bringing the cards towards him for a closer examination.
He laughed as he looked at the names written, scratching out the last two to write his own.
âI do hope Lord Keats and Lord Wordsworth donât mind me taking their spots.â
âTheyâll live, I hear they have greater things to attend to.â
âGreater than you miss? I have high doubts.â
You took Benedictâs hand as the music began to play.
Your hand felt so right in his, as natural as breathing.
You could not help the fluttering in your heart as he whisked you across the dance floor.
This moment, this is the moment you imagined as a young girl.
The playful conversation, perfectly countering his quick remarks. Is this what it was like to meet someone at your level?
Your insincerity and vacancy from earlier replaced by a fulfilling excitement.
âIt seems highly improper to have danced continuously with you Benedict.â
âI suppose it is a bit suggestive, do you regret it?â he asked seriously.
You thought for a long second before you looked at him properly.
âNo, I do not regret it. Your company is quite refreshing and enjoyable.â
âComing from someone with your elegance, I take that as the highest compliment.â
You had spent the rest of the evening walking around with your mother and aunt, engaging in superficial conversations, your eyes constantly peeled for a certain Bridgerton.
Your stolen glances and playful smirks across the ballroom went seemingly unnoticed by most.
However, after a brief encounter with Benedict at the drinks table, you felt the wandering eyes of a young lady wearing a lovely yellow dress.
You smiled sweetly at her before returning to your motherâs side.
******
âMiss Y/N, I hope it is not a surprise for me to have called on you so early this morning?â
âOn the contrary, I would have been quite disappointed if you had not.â
Sheâs Gonna Save Me (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)
this is my first ever bridgerton fic! iâve had such a writerâs block and post grad has been so difficult but listening to music and reading other writersâ works has me feeling inspired! so enjoy my first story in months and first of the new year :)
pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton reader x Colin Bridgerton (platonic!)
summary: Benedict contemplates a life pursuing art and living outside the expectations of his family and society. Does he find a wife and settle down or live freely? What happens when he meets someone who can offer him the best of both worlds?
notes/warnings: mention of nudity, alcohol consumption, activities that can be witnessed at Sir Granvilleâs scandalous studio saoireesâŠ
word count: 2.4k
As the second eldest Bridgerton boy, Benedict never found himself extremely pressured by the standards and expectations of society. Those responsibilities were entrusted upon his brother, Anthony, the Viscount.
Benedict reserved himself to a more romantic life, preoccupied by his love and interest for art.
Attending every event of the season was merely a ploy to keep his mother happy and distracted from the fact that he had no true intention of courting any ladies.
He would drink, laugh, and dance the season away without ever calling on anyone.
Benedict believed that this season wouldnât be any different.
******
When you first agreed to join your family friends across the Atlantic in London, you didnât expect that you would be taking part in the tonâs social season.
As the youngest daughter, your brothers married with children and sisters off tending to their new husbands, your father didnât feel the need to arrange a marriage for social or monetary gain.
Your family was well off in the states, your parents often described as âfree spirits.â They had always impressed upon you the importance of appreciating the beauty around you and romanticizing life.
With your motherâs passing, you decided to stay at home with your father, choosing to enjoy a quiet life in the country studying English literature.
Staying with Sir Henry Granville was beyond exciting and allowed you to interact and mingle with the more eclectic members of British society.
You had lasted all but a week before you were called upon by a Miss Lady Danbury.
She had stressed the importance of participating in the social season and the impending judgment of the ton and Queen if you did not participate.
While you never cared much for the opinion of others, you didnât fancy the idea of being ogled every time you ventured into town.
******
âI heard she was rejected by every suitor.â
âSheâs so ugly and unpleasant, a dowry wouldnât even be worth it.â
âApparently sheâs slightly deformed.â
You couldnât begin to believe the rumors circulating about you, the American.
You swore that the descriptions were ripped out of a storybook, describing some gremlin crawling from the depths of the earth.
Men and women alike had no problem spreading stories about the young lady joining them for the season.
Worst of all, none of them had even seen you yet. The modiste had made personal house calls, as requested by Lady Danbury.
Now you stood, in front of the carriage, at the first ball of the season, your debut.
You followed behind Sir Henry and Mary Granville, head held high and eyes straight forward as you waded through the ballroom towards Lady Danbury and the Queen.
You heard the whispers and felt the stares as you stood before the queen.
With one leg behind the other and your arms laid at your side, you gently bent your knee and curtsied before her.
She gave you a once over before bowing her head back, a silent approval.
Moving out of the way, you stood at the edge of the dance floor as Lady Danbury approached.
âMiss y/l/n, I do hope you donât mind that I have taken the liberty of securing you a few gentlemen to fill out your dance card.â
âI expect nothing less from you, Lady Danburyâ you smiled back, a teasing tone in your voice.
Your sarcasm and apprehension towards the season had not gone unnoticed by Lady Danbury.
She quite admired your wit and sharp mind, and more than anything, enjoyed the challenge.
******
You were now on your 4th dance of the night; your feet were hurting, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up with a book.
Fortunately, your current dance partner was not completely awful and was actually quite charming.
Colin Bridgerton.
You had met him once before, in passing, when Lady Danbury had brought you to meet his mother, Violet, and sister, Daphne.
 Apparently, Daphne had been named the Diamond of the season in her first season out on society and married a Duke.
His younger sister, Eloise, was preparing for her first season as well.
However, through your brief encounter with Eloise she did not seem as happy with the matter as her sister and mother were.
You had a feeling she would be a good person to befriend.
âTell me about yourself Miss y/l/nâ Colin inquired.
âY/N,â you quickly corrected.
âJust Y/N is fine,â you smiled slightly.
âWell Y/N, how are you finding London and the beginning of the season?â
âLondon, well its quite beautiful. There is so much art, and history, and the architecture is amazing. Truly, I wouldnât mind getting lost here. And wellâŠthisââ you paused, glancing around the ball at all the young women around you.
âMay I be frank?â you asked, Colinâs eyebrows raising in surprise.
âOf course, Miss Y/Nâ
âI slightly detest all of this, my feet hurt, and Iâve been dancing for quite too long. Why would I want to marry someone Iâve met one time?â
Colin was slightly taken aback before grinning wildly.
âYou remind me of my sister Eloise,â he stated.
âIâll take that as a compliment, I quite liked her,â you grinned back.
As the dance ended you curtsied before Colin as he bowed before you.
âI hope you find the person youâre looking for Y/N, but I have a feeling you donât need all of this to do so.â
You smiled widely and slightly nodded before following him off the dance floor.
âIâll grab us a drink,â he said before walking away. Your eyes followed his back for a few seconds before scanning the room.
They quickly landed on two men whispering in the corner.
The slightly shorter one had massive sideburns and a quizzical look that seemed as if it must be permanently etched onto his face. The other man had a certain air about him.
Even from across the room his light-colored eyes had a shine in them.
Colin returned; you thanked him before looking to the corner again. This time the slightly taller one had caught your gaze and lifted his eyes to meet yours. You felt your face flush and quickly turned your head.
âColin?â
âYes?â
âWho are those two men in the corner?â
Colin looked up to see his brothers in the corner looking at him inquisitively.
âOh, those two? You donât want to be near the likes of them. Poorly mannered and when they were younger, they would wet the bed for years well beyond what was normal.â
You were following along for a while until that last part.
You gave Colin a quick look to see if he was being serious.
His mouth remained flat and tight-lipped for a few mere seconds before letting through a boisterous laugh.
âMy apologies Y/N, those are my brothers.â
Your eyes widened at the confession.
âYour brothers?â
âYes, lets introduce you,â he stated, beginning to pull you across the ballroom.
âColin, No Iâ"
âBrothers, this is Miss y/l/n, Anthony, Benedict,â he pointed out.
You curtsied before both of them before speaking up.
âI told you, just Y/N is fine Colin.â
You werenât sure what his brothers would say about your slight improperness. It was clear that the Bridgertonâs were a well-respected family in the ton.
You glanced at the eldest brother who you learned was named Anthony who gave you a curt nod before excusing himself to sneak off from an inquiring Lady Danbury.
You smiled at him before turning your gaze to the second eldest Bridgerton.
âY/N here was telling me about her studies in the states. She is well-read and well-traveled.â
You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing Colin slightly.
âYou flatter me, Colin. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. For example, I am about done with all of this and was just about to call a carriage.â
âOh, but you must stay for one more dance Y/N. Poor Benedict here has not waltzed once.â
Benedict tried to sneakily hit his brother for his clear meddling.
âWhile that may be true, I do not need my younger brother imposing on such a lovely lady.â Benedict states.
âNonsense, everyone must waltz at least once,â you laughed, pulling Benedict towards the center of the room.
His eyes widened at your forwardness as he shot Colin a disapproving brotherly look, to which Colin gave him a grin and thumbs up.
As the music began you moved around the room with Benedict.
âSo, Mr. Bridgerton, tell me what exactly it is you do.â
âJust Benedict is fine,â he stated, mirroring your words from earlier.
âBesides, arenât I the one who should be questioning you about your skills?â
âThatâs awfully backwards thinking, I hope you donât get stuck that wayâ you replied sarcastically before being spun around.
When you returned facing Benedict, a knowing grin was stuck on his face. You were witty. He liked witty.
âI suppose that is fair. Iâm an artist, wellâŠIâm trying to be an artist. Itâs a little complicated.â
You nodded understandingly, while the arts were enjoyed by many, it wasnât exactly a noble pursuit, especially for you as a woman.
âYou should come by Sir Granvilleâs studio, itâs quiteâŠâ
You couldnât think of a proper word to describe the soirees Granville hosted. It was taboo and scandalous to most respectable members of society. However, if Benedict was an artist as he was claiming, he should fit right in.
ââŠinspiring,â you finished.
Benedict gave you an interesting look.
Little did you know, he had been to Granvilleâs studio, several times.
He hadnât been in a while since his family had just returned from Aubrey Hall and the preparation for Eloiseâs season had been quite hectic for his mother.
But you, picturing you at Granvilleâs studio was not something Benedict had imagined.
Women who were married or of low social standing was something else, but you, a young lady in her first official season stalking down the halls in such a disreputable manner. It didnât fit the picture of the beautiful woman before him.
Benedict was quickly learning not to try and categorize you into one box.
âWhat do you know of Granvilleâs studio?â he asked seriously.
âWell, for one, Iâm staying there. Two, I feel more comfortable among that community than here, if you understand what I meanâŠâ you trail off.
Benedict gives you a small smile of understanding.
As the song ends Benedict lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before sightly lowering it back down, fingers brushing softly as he pulls away.
âUntil next time Y/Nâ
âI look forward to it Benedict.â
******
Two months had passed since Lady Danburyâs first ball of the season. In that time you had befriended Eloise and Colin Bridgerton, often sitting in the parlor room of their home during the daytime, chatting the day away.
As such, you had also grown closer to Penelope Featherington who also came over often. You always considered yourself to be quite perceptive, so it was evidently clear that Penelope was fond of Colin. You thought about mentioning something, but it didnât seem like your place.
Throughout your time at the Bridgertonâs household you had seen Benedict a handful of times. Unfortunately, your encounters were reduced to small greetings, stolen glances and light brushes as you walked past each other.
Until today.
You were sitting in the empty parlor room as Eloise ran to her room to fetch some âevidenceâ and âcluesâ about Lady Whistledown.
âGood Afternoon Y/Nâ Benedict greeted as he walked in, taking a quick look around the room to find the two of you alone.
âAfternoon Mr. Bridgerton,â you greeted back, a slight teasing tone to contrast your seemingly formality.
He gave you a knowing look before continuing.
âI hope Iâm not being too forward, but I plan on attending Sir Granvilleâs tonight, I was wondering if I would see you there?â
You gave him a teasing smile before your face fell into a serious and hurt look.
âMr. Bridgerton, Iâm appalled, would a respectable young woman such as myself be caught there? Imagine the horror if the rest of the ton were to find out.â
He let out a loud laugh at your remark, in the short time that he had known you, you never failed to make him laugh.
âYes Benedict, Iâll see you there,â you smiled.
âGood,â he replied.
******
That night you had a few drinks to help you take the edge off before guests started coming over. There was something about interacting with Benedict that made you nervous.
 You were walking around the art studio observing the nude model and the artists renditions when you felt someone lay their hand on your shoulder.
âOH! Oh my, Benedict, you scared me.â
âSorry, love, didnât mean to startle you.â
You continued walking around the circle, admiring the art around you.
âSheâs stunning, is she not?â you questioned.
âShe is,â he answered quickly.
However, when you turned to look at him his eyes were already trained on yours.
You smiled widely, walking out of the studio as Benedict followed like a lost puppy.
âWill I ever get to see your art?â you asked him.
He smiled sheepishly as his arm reached back to scratch the back of his neck.
âI certainly would let you, if there was any.â
âPracticing here for a few months and you still have nothing to show?â you teased.
Benedict gave you a look.
âI may have asked around about you,â you confessed.
âAnd?â he asks.
From what you have heard, both from his siblings and other people around you. Benedict was a kind and creative soul, with a great appreciation for the beauty around him.
âYour family and friends speak highly of you, thatâs important.â
âWhat about you? What do you speak of me?â
âBesides being a tortured artist? I think highly of you.â
He nodded his head again, before responding.
âI think highly of you as well,â he whispered quietly, leaning down slightly so he was more at eye level.
You blamed the alcohol in your system for what you did next.
Yanking him down by his collar, you pulled him close and reached up until your lips were flush against his, pushing with all your might as if you would never kiss him again.
âY/Nââ he pulled away, his senses flooding back.
âThis isâŠno, Iâve dishonored you Iââ
âOh hush Benedict, I do not care about those rules. I want you.â
He looked down at you, holding your face in his hands as he searched your eyes for confirmation.
Biting your lip and grinning up at him, Benedict couldnât help but pull you back in, one hand sinking to your waist to pull you closer, the other rested on your cheek.
âYou know this means we have to get married now?â Benedict teases.
âThat means you presume I would say yes,â you teased back.
His smile grew impossibly bigger as he pulled you back in for a tender kiss.
âLetâs just see how you perform tonight before we think about marriageâ you joked.
Benedict pulled back with a smirk and look in his eye you havenât seen yet as he looked you over.
âArt is all about practicing and perfecting, we might need to practice a few times before you make your final judgementâ he teased back.
You threw your head back in surprise, a large laugh leaving your lips before you smiled sweetly at him.
This was not how you imagined the social season going.
summary: female reader (she/her) x Mattheo Riddle You had always been close with Mattheo. You werenât exactly sure when things changed but youâre love for a friend turned into something so much more. You just hoped that he saw you the same way
notes/warnings: mutual pining, kind of friends to lovers (friends to more?, overall fluff
word count: 678
âAnd where exactly is your usual partner in crime Ms. Y/L/N?â Filch asked accusingly.
âSorry sir, Iâm not sure who youâre referring to,â you answered cheekily.
âDonât play dumb girl, I know heâs around here somewhere.â
As Filch began to walk away, following Mrs. Norris who meowed as she sniffed along the corridor, you turned to see where Mattheo was hidden.
With the top of his head slowly peaking behind a pillar, he sent you a dazzling wink to which you rolled your eyes.
Nodding your head slightly you took a small step back, doing your best not to alert Filch and his snitch of a pet.
When you deemed it to be the right timed you turned quickly on your heel and sprinted down the corridor, opposite of where Filch was headed.
Mattheo caught up in no time and sprinted alongside you as Mrs. Norris took off after the both of you.
Looking back, you gasped in shock to see her gaining speed and closing the distance.
Mattheo took your hand his and yanked you down another corridor, pulling you behind him as he navigated the way towards the dungeons.
As you stood in front of the large stone walls of the dungeon you dropped your hand from his, bracing them on your knees as you tried to catch your breath.
Mattheo assumed a similar state before standing largely.
âPure-bloodâ he spoke.
The passage opened, and he extended his arm forward, motioning for you to enter first.
As you walked into the common room you couldnât help but break into a fit of giggles.
âI canât believe we got caught,â you exclaimed, a slight amusement in your voice as you plopped yourself down on the couch.
âUh, I believe you got caught. Filch never saw me so it doesnât count.â
âHey!â you protested, throwing a pillow in his direction.
âIt was your idea to sneak out after curfew because you wanted a snack from the kitchen."
âI stand by that decision,â he stated happily, popping the rest of the treacle tart into his mouth.
You gave him a stern look before breaking out into a large smile, he mirrored you with a similar one.
******
If only you knew, Mattheo thought to himself
If only you knew what your smile did to him.
Mattheo always saw you as a close friend.
Right, thatâs what you wereâŠa friend?
He wasnât so sure anymore.
I mean sure, his friends teased him all the time about how he was in love with you, but that didnât mean it was true.
He told you everything that he told Theodore and Lorenzo.
But he didnât think about kissing them like he thought about kissing you.
There had been so many times over the last few months where he felt like he should just reach for you and do it, but he never did.
He didnât know if you felt the same way, and he refused to ruin the friendship because he had a crush on you.
Thatâs right.
Thatâs all it wasâŠ
A crush.
******
âIâm going to head up to bed, Iâllâ" you started.
âYeah, itâs getting lateâ Mattheo spoke up.
âIâll see you in the morning,â you finished, standing up from the couch at the same time Mattheo did.
Walking towards the stairs your arm bumped against his, you looked up at him delicately.
âGood night, Y/Nâ he spoke softly.
"Good night, Mattheo,â you returned.
As you lay in bed you couldnât help but think about how deep you were falling into him.
You wish that you could just throw all caution to the wind and just tell Mattheo how you feel.
You found yourself always lowering your guard around him. You werenât sure if you were just being reckless or if it was actually more.
There were times where it felt like more, like someone was going to make the first move.
Until then, you would wait patiently. For some reason, you believe that being with Mattheo, truly being with him would be even better than you imagined.
Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodoreâs gf and best friend and sheâs embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (Iâm dying from my cramps in my bed rn đ I need comfort from my book bf)
Ok I donât even know where to begin other than saying that this was my first request! After writing for over 5 years I canât begin to explain how rewarding it is to know that someone else wants to read your work! Thank you to all of you who always like and reblog my work! Love you forever. And thank you so much for this request, I hope that you love it :)
Just Want To Be With You (Harry Potter: Theodore Nott)
summary: female reader (she/her) x Theodore Nott
notes/warnings: mentions of bad period cramps, draco and mattheo being assholes (love them, but i needed a villain) fluff, and theodore just being comforting and cute, suggestive at the end
word count: 1,300+
You knew it. As soon as you woke up you knew that you had started your period. If the cramps from the day before didnât tip you off already, they were making their presence known now.
You didnât always have terrible cramps, but when you didâŠthere wasnât anything you wanted more than to curl up into a little ball under your sheets.
Alas, the world is unforgiving to women, and you couldnât skip all your lessons without drawing some attention. Having to explain the inner workings of the female body to Professor Snape wasnât exactly at the top of your priorities. So, you mustered up all the energy you could and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
******
In hindsight, coming to breakfast may not have been the best idea. You were in pain and feeling quite nauseous, barely chewing on your toast as you poked at the food on your plate.
âYou alright Y/N?â Pansy asked.
You gave her a weak smile as you shook your head no, gesturing to your stomach in the process. She gave you a knowing look, instantly understanding your frustration and pain.
You hoped that you would see Theo in here, he usually woke up later than you did so you knew it would be pointless to wait for him in the common room. Yet the lightly curly-headed and blue-eyed boy was nowhere in sight.
Malfoy and Mattheo whispering and giggling brought your attention back to the table.
âLook at Potter with that know-it-all mudblood, weâre going to wipe the floor with Gryffindor at tonightâs match.â
Now you werenât exactly friends with Hermione Granger. She seemed nice enough from the lessons that you had shared with her, being a know-it-all was a pretty accurate description of her. But Malfoy was always a complete minger.
âDonât use that word,â you spoke up, surprising the boys whose giggles and large smirks turned into sharp stares.
âWhat was that Y/L/N?â Mattheo spoke up.
âI said not to call her that,â you spoke again, more strongly.
Malfoy smirked before speaking again.
âWhat, are you friends with the mudblood? Why didnât you just say so Y/N.â
âSHUT UP MALFOY!â you exclaimed.
âJesus Christ youâre no fun,â Mattheo stated under his breath.
âWhatâs wrong with you, are you on your period or something?â Malfoy teased.
That caused both boys to laugh, along with a few first years seated a few feet down.
You got up quickly, storming out of the Great Hall. You could barely hear Malfoy doubled over in pain after Pansy had elbowed him in the stomach.
As you made your quick exit you bumped into a large figure.
âLoveââ
It was Theodore. His bright smile dropping as he took in your state. Your face had reddened from the embarrassment and light tears filled your eyes.
âY/N, are you alright?â
âYeah, just want to get to class early.â
âOk, Iâll come wiââ
âNO!â you said, a little quicker and aggressively than you intended.
âYou have a game today; you need to eat. Iâll see you in class," you smiled softly, reaching on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on the edge of his mouth.
Theodore watched as you left, a sad frown gracing his lips as he continued into the Great Hall.
******
Your lessons went by as smoothly as they could, despite the stabbing pain in your abdomen.
Theo was as supportive as he could be, you hadnât exactly told him much. He knew something was wrong, but he knew better than to pry. You would tell him when you were ready.
As you walked back to towards the common room Theo swayed your hands back and forth. You looked up at him, giving a soft smile before your eyes dropped to the ground again.
âIâm going to grab my robes then stop at the great hall for a quick snack before heading to the pitch,â he told you.
FUCKâŠyou forgot he had a match tonight.
âYou know, Iâm not feeling too well. Would you mind if I just stayed here?â
Of course it would be ok, Theo would never make you do anything that you didnât want to.
 You loved going to his games and supporting him. Heâd give you your favorite quidditch hoodie of his and look to the stands to see you cheering and screaming louder than anyone.
âIâYeahâŠY/N, are you sure youâre alright?â
âYeah, just not feeling too hot,â you smiled weakly.
âGood luck tonight, I canât wait to hear all about it.â
You hugged him tightly before giving him a soft kiss and walking up the stairs to your dorm room.
******
Hours had passed and you could assume that the match was over and Slytherin had won from the cheering and chanting that echoed up the stairs from the common room.
Your cramps were relentless. You took a steaming hot shower, and while the pain had subdued for a short moment, it had returned.
You were currently in the fetal position, clutching your stomach as tears fell from your eyes, your transfiguration textbook thrown aside as your homework was long forgotten.
Too caught up in your pain, you hadnât heard when someone entered your room.
Theodore was terrified to find you curled up on the bed, soft whimpers leaving your lips.
âDarling!â he exclaimed, dropping his bag at the door and hurrying to your bed.
Your eyes shot open at the noise, turning your head to face him as he made his way over to you, your gaze softened.
âHow was your game?â you asked.
âY/N, enough. Please love, whatâs wrong.â
There was no more hiding the pain, you were literally curled up in front of him.
âIâve had the worst cramps all day and the pain just wonât go away. I tried to do McGonagallâs assigned reading, but I just couldnât focus,â you said as the tears began to fall.
Theodore moved your books to the floor before moving you slightly so he could sit next to you.
âWhy didnât you just say so love? You know my mom makes that special tea.â
âIâI was embarrassed. Malfoy and Mattheo were being mean, and I just overreacted.â
âNo, you didnât.â
âWhat?â
âYou didnât overreact. You have every right to feel how you do right now. Iâd like to see Malfoy have cramps. Iâm sure heâd be even more insufferable than he is now.â
You chuckled softly at his statement.
Theodore always had a way of making you feel seen. He was your boyfriend of course, but he was also so much more than that. He was your best friend. Everything between you too was effortless, he never made you feel like a burden. You felt silly thinking that you were.
âWhat do you need from me?â he asked gently.
âJust want to be close to you,â you whispered softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.
âNow that I can do,â he said as he stood up.
âTheo, no, where are you going?â
Without answering you, he walked across your room and pulled his hoodie from his bag.
As he returned, you sat up slowly. Reaching for the hoodie he shook his head.
âArms up.â
You happily complied and let him put the hoodie on you, pulling it on completely before leaning down to kiss your lips softly.
He shifted you away from him so he could cuddle up behind you. Pulling you close, he rested his hand on your stomach, drawing soft circles with his fingers.
You pushed your body back slightly, wanting to be as close as you could to him. He inhaled slightly at the friction before tightening his arm around you.
âYou know, I remember reading some muggle article that says sex supposedly helps with cramps.â
âOh shut upâ you laughed.
âIâm serious,â he laughed with you.
Turning your head slightly so your lips could meet with his, you gave him a quick kiss before pulling back.
Loved You In Secret (Harry Potter: Mattheo Riddle)
this is my first time writing about someone who isnât exactly canon so after reading some other things and seeing a bunch of tik toks iâve been inspired lmaoo. hope you guys enjoy :)
summary: female reader (she/her) x Mattheo Riddle When secretly dating the Dark Lordâs son turns out to be more than you expected, you canât help but reminisce on all the good times and think about what could have been if you had met in a different lifetime as different people.
notes/warnings: angst, mentions of secret relationship, breaking up
word count: 1,265
The floors vibrated as the music coming from the common room travelled up the stairs. You could only assume that the party was in full swing as you could hear cheering and chanting from housemates and groups of friends alike.
Normally you would have already been downstairs chugging odgenâs old firewhisky from the bottle with Pansy and jumping on the coffee table when your favorite song came on. But for some reason you told her to go ahead as you continued to pace around your bedroom trying to convince yourself to just go downstairs and enjoy the party. But you couldnât go downstairs.
He would be there. Mattheo was always there. Even when you didnât expect him to be or want him to beâŠhe was there.
You still remember the first time your relationship with him changed.
******
âY/L/Nâ you heard a deep voice from behind you say.
Your head whipped around quickly, eyes meeting with Mattheo.
âJesus Theo, you scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?â
âI could ask you the same thing, youâre just standing in the cornerâ he countered, a smirk present on his face.
âI asked you first, you told Pansy you werenât coming when she asked you at dinner.â
âDo you remember everything I say?â he teased, reaching to push a strand of hair behind your ear.
Swatting his hand, you rolled your eyes before answering, âOh please, get over yourself.â
He just chuckled as he watched you scan the common room, taking note of all the groups of students gathered together. Every house was represented, your eyes linking with Fred Weasley who shot you a shy smile before looking away.
Mattheo didnât miss the interaction, but you were praying that he didnât mention it.
âYou and Freddy huh?â
âI donât know what youâre talking aboutâ you answered quickly.
âRightâŠwell if you want to stay here and be antisocial while you pine after weaselbee be my guest, but Iâm going to go enjoy the party.â
Mattheo began making his way through the crowd before you grabbed his hand.
âNo wait, Iâm coming.â
He turned to look at you, a knowing look on his face before his eyes glanced to where your hands met, a blush rising to his cheeks.
You pulled your hand away quickly, shoving it into your pocket before smiling shyly at him.
âSorryâ
âItâs all good darling,â he smiled, leading you to your group of friends.
You spent the rest of the night dancing with Pansy, constantly finding yourself looking for Mattheo.
You couldnât exactly explain what you were feeling. You had one conversation with him, one that wasnât particularly interesting either, and yetâŠyou wanted to talk to him again.
******
From that moment on things with Mattheo had changed. You were always looking out for each other, mentally and physically. When Mattheo had caught an underclassmen making an inappropriate comment about you, he had hexed him into the next century.
Pansy was giddy with excitement, begging you to tell her what was going on between the two of you. But there wasnât anything to tell, not yet at least. If any of the boys noticed something between you and Theo they didnât say anything, but youâre sure you could guess that Mattheo had something to do with that.
What started as little glances here and there turned into longing stares and shy smiles that were mutually returned. Hanging out with friends became secret meetings in the corridors at night.
They started out innocently enough. You would both stay up for hours, talking to no end about the most random topics. Everything from your favorite colors, foods, and muggle movies to Mattheoâs emotional burden of living up to his family name.
You knew that you were done for after the first time that you kissed.
Slytherin had just lost to Gryffindor and Mattheo was pacing back and forth in front of you as you both stood at the top of the astronomy tower.
âMalfoy has some fucking audacity to blame me, his head is so far up Potterâs ass he cant even think straight. I just Iâ"
âTheo, will you please just stop for a second.â
âI donât know what to do, the team is so upset that itâs my fault we lost. Itâs a fucking team sport, how is it one personâs fault?â
As he continued to ramble on you couldnât help but to grab his face as he walked past you again.
âY/N what arââ
âOh will you shut up,â you whispered, pulling his face to yours as your lips met in the middle.
Your lips instantly synced together, moving as one as Mattheo pulled you closer to him with his hands on your waist, your hand pulling on the curls at the nape of his neck.
You pulled away breathlessly, your eyes meeting his.
âThat wasâŠâ he started.
âYeahâ you finished.
That kiss was just the first of many over the next few years.
As time went by your relationship with Mattheo continued to grow and strengthen. He wasnât what you expected when you thought about the âDark Lordâs Sonâ as everyone called him. To you he was Mattheo, he had always just been Theo. He was smart and charming, charismatic to no end.
But as you guys grew you could tell that he was starting to feel the pressure of living up to his parentâs reputation, and it was taking its effect on your relationship. You guys had already been very private and secretive about your intimate relationship, only your closest friends knowing. You already knew what your parents would say about it, despite being a pure blood family, they werenât exactly the biggest fans of Mattheoâs parents.
Hours together became minutes. Conversations became arguments. Love became indifference. Things were no longer the same and you couldnât seem to stop him from going down the path he was.
You wished that things didnât end the way that they did. That you werenât the same people, that things couldâve worked out. Of course this was all wishful thinking.
******
Pull yourself together Y/N you thought.
Grabbing the bottle of firewhisky that Pansy left on the dresser you made your way down the stairs.
âY/L/N! youâre here," Lorenzo exclaimed, stumbling over to you before throwing his arm over your shoulder.
âYeah, I live here Enzo,â you smiled. You knew thatâs not what he meant but you didnât really feel like explaining yourself.
When things got weird between Mattheo and you, you had begun to pull back, choosing to skip certain events and Irish goodbyeing at others. It was easier this way, or at least thatâs what you thought.
You took a look at your group of friends, smiling as you witnessed their drunken states, celebration was in order. Slytherin had won the quidditch house cup, what else was there to do.
As you looked from Pansy to Draco your eyes met with his.
âY/Nâ Mattheo greeted.
âMattheoâŠgood job today. You guys did well all season, you deserve it.â
âWell thanks for coming.â
âIâll always come to your games; you know that.â You smiled softly.
âRightâ
Silence faded over the two of you as Pansy interrupted, grabbing your hand to drag you to the middle of the common room. You gave Mattheo a small smile as you passed.
You didnât know it, but it pained him to hear you call him by his name, and not Theo. He had always been Theo to you, but I guess things had changed. Because nothing lasts forever, and nothing stays the same.
Summary: The four times Jake catches you in precarious situation plus the one time you catch him in one.
A/N: A request from a friend.: Iâm sooooo sorry if your name is Heidi (Youâll see why). Really unedited but I wanted to get you guys something out. Please enjoy!
Pairing: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Y/N
Word Count: 6,200+
The First Incident
A wild child is how your family always described you. You liked âfree spiritâ better. Wild child made you sound unhinged. You didnât like to consider yourself unhinged per say but you couldnât stand to be tied down to anything. One minute you were a white-water rafting instructor at the Grand Canyon, the next youâre teaching people how to paraglide in the Alps. You craved adventure. Loved it more than anything in the world.
The thought of a corporate job holding you down made you gag, literally. You knew this lifestyle wasnât maintainable per say but you just couldnât seem to give a damn. You let the wind blow you to your next opportunity. Thatâs how you ended up in San Diego as a water sports instructor. Youâd been working as a ski school coach in Colorado when you got word help was needed on the West Coast. You approached the guy who needed help and the rest was history. You were on a plane to San Diego the next day with a job running the little shack on the beach.
You loved it. It mightâve been your favorite job to date. You got to hang out in the sun all day and rent Jet Skiâs, paddle boards and kayakâs to people. Your favorite days were the ones you got to do jet ski tours on. Youâd spend endless hours on the open ocean having the time of your life. Your least favorite days were the ones when you had to do maintenance on all the equipment. Usually, Doug or Jim your coworkers would take on changing the oil out on the jet skiâs but naturally they were both off when one needed to be done.
It didnât take long before you found yourself in a less than ideal situation. Youâd forgotten to put the oil cap back on before cranking the engine on. Well, the entire contents of oil you just dumped in the chamber was now all over your face and clothing, the engine spitting it back at you.
âFuck!â You cried jumping back away from the machine. Ripping off the safety glasses you used your hands and clothing to try and get the oil off your face. Without much success you paused trying to assess the situation.
You realized you had two options. Jump in the freezing ass Ocean or run into Pennyâs place. Deciding on the latter option you pulled your shirt off leaving you in your bathing suit. Luckily, most of the oil was on your shirt avoiding the rest of your body.
It was only five so the bar had just opened, âPenny!â You called loudly for the woman as you walked into the Hard Deck.
âY/N!â She called back before turning to you. When she did her face displayed every emotion. Her smiley face turned to shock as she took in your oily black appearance. Then it turned to confusion as she took in your entire appearance. You mustâve looked like a horror story walking into her bar. No shoes, no shirt and certainly a problem.
âThe damn jet ski blew up on me. Martyâs cheap ass wonât upgrade them. Itâs certainly nothing that I did!â Crossing your hands over your chest with a pout on your face making your way over to a bar stool you gave her an overly exasperated look.
The last and final emotion that crossed her face was with hilarity. She couldnât stop laughing once she realized it was more than likely a self-inflicted casualty, âDid it now?â
Nodding your head, you gratefully accepted the rag from her. Beginning to wipe away some more of the oil from your face you heard some commotion from the front door.
âPenny!â A male voice you hadnât recognized rang through the bar just as yours had seconds prior.
Her brows stitched together in confusion as she had just seen that same scene play out with you not a moment before, âJake!â She replied, just the same as she had with you. Spinning around in the bar stool you were thankful the rag was covering your mouth because you were sure it would have dropped right then and there. The most devilishly handsome military man just walked through Pennyâs doors, and you had your eyes set right on him.
He too, had his eyes set right on you but you had a sneaking suspicion it was from the engine oil that caked your face and upper body, âYou have a little something here.â Jake pointed to his forehead giving you a cheeky smirk.
âOh, thanks.â You rolled your eyes, âSo helpful.â Dramatically you took the damp rag wiping your forehead free of motor oil, âDid I get it?â You quipped back.
He nodded smiling, enjoying how much of an attitude you already had with him. It made the game way more fun when they didnât get off on the right foot, âYou got it.â He nodded his head down, âJake Seresin. Donât think weâve met.â The stupid cheeky grin never left his face. Only growing wider when he saw your irritated expression grow.
Quickly, you ran your hand along the other side of your face making sure to coat your hand in oil before accepting the handshake. His grin broke out into a full smile seeing your play. A low chuckle reverberated from his body as your hand coated his in oil, âSorry, I thought you said I got it?â Giving him a wink, you snatched your hand back from his grip. Easy to do since they were both coated in the slippery liquid.
He tipped his head in your direction, âFair play maâam.â
âThatâs all I do, Mr. Seresin.â Taking the rag, you fully wiped off your face. You knew your hair was coated but opted to throw it up in a bun until youâd be able to shower it off. Penny gave you a new clean one while she handed Jake a napkin after seeing the exchange between the two of you.
âDid you need something Jake?â Penny interrupted the two young adults who were seemingly very into each other. Penny could tell. She always could. It didnât help that she hardly knew either of you. Youâd just started at the shack two weeks ago, only occasionally crossing paths. You worked early and she worked late.
âI did.â He nodded looking back at you, âBut for some odd reason, I canât remember what that was.â He threw you a wink taking a seat next to you.
You wanted to roll your eyes, but something drew you into him. Like you wanted to know just a little bit more, âCheesy.â
âShe doesnât like cheesy, noted.â Jake leaned back looking you over. Heâd noticed you were just in your swimsuit, not really mad about it.
âWell, I didnât say that did I?â
He took the beer Penny had poured from him, âNoted.â
The Second Incident
âNo, no, no!â You yelled out while you running around the beach trying to collect the umbrellas that got pulled up by the rather strong gust of wind. Youâd gotten three before the fourth got caught in another gust and took off.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â You sighed before jogging along the water hoping to catch it before it went out into the ocean. You loved this job, but you didnât love it that much to go swimming for it.
To your delight the blonde boy from the bar caught it before you did. Coming out of nowhere he grabbed the end of it before quickly closing it. After catching up to him you took the awkwardly large umbrella from his hands, âMy hero! Thank you. Mightâve saved my job.â
He smiled back at you almost immediately, enthralled you were chatting with him so easily. It wasnât that often he came across a woman that could hold her own with him. Natasha being one of the rare few. He had a feeling you were just like her with your quick remarks and witty comebacks, âYouâre welcomeâŠYou never told me your name.â He frowned looking at you expectedly.
âI didnât?â
He shook his head, âNo maâam.â
âHmm.â You began to walk away knowing heâd follow right after you. You were oddly good at this game. Truth be told you hadnât a clue where your confidence came from. Even with men as attractive as Jake you knew how to wind them up and get them to do your bidding. A unique skill not only reserved for the men. You mom always said youâd make for a great politician because you were a master at manipulating people to do what you needed them to do. She always made it sound cooler than it was. But you sure did use that skill to your advantage in these situations.
âArenât you going to tell me?â He caught up to you with ease. Your smaller frame and the gigantic umbrella slowed you down.
âNow, whatâs the fun in that?â You gave him a wide grin already seeming to know how to reel him right into you.
He paused for a moment before making his way back to you, âIâll go ask Penny.â
âGo for it. Thatâs cheating but itâs fine.â You knew military men had a weird thing with cheating so again, you used it against him.
âThatâs not cheating!â He took the umbrella from you, tired of seeing you struggle with it while he knew he could carry it so easily.
âThanks,â You smiled up at him before heading back to the shack. A nasty storm appeared to be rolling in that wasnât on the radar that morning. You wouldnât have set out the umbrellas had you known it would be coming in so quickly, âBut it so is cheating!â You couldnât drop it either.
âIn what world?â
You shrugged, âMine.â
âFine.â He nodded his head placing the umbrella down in the shack, âWhatâs it going to take for me to get your name?â
Returning the smile while tapping your finger on your chin you answered him, âI donât know yet Jake.â
Slumping over slightly he looked a tad defeated, âWell this is impossible.â
âGiving up already Mr. Seresin?â You challenged him. Another thing you knew military men loved, a good challenge.
Shaking his head vigorously he turned the frowned back into that charming smile you already loved, âNo, didnât say that did I?â
Shaking your head, you could only answer, âFair play military boy.â
âNavy.â He corrected you. Not that you were wrong per say but you werenât specific enough.
Shrugging you answered, âMaybe.â You respected the little game he was playing. It was fun. Fun intrigued you. Fun kept you engaged with him.
âIâm a pilot.â
âOhh, you get to fly fast planes?â Heâd really got you now. Planes had always fascinated you. You loved adventure more than anything in the world, but planes always seemed to be off limits, especially fast ones.
âSomething like that. We call them jets.â
You nodded along enthralled by the admission, âThatâs really cool Jake.â It was a high compliment from you and Jake knew it. He knew he intrigued you as much as you intrigued him. You wouldnât have tolerated his presence if you felt otherwise. Something he picked up on quickly, you spoke your mind and you werenât afraid who heard. A rare quality he rarely saw in people.
âIt is. I love it.â His smile softened for the first time around you. You noticed how the cheeky grin downturned ever so slightly into a more genuine smile. One you knew that likely didnât come around often.
âY/N. Thatâs my name.â
âY/N.â He repeated back, âThatâs beautiful.â
âYou should tell that to my mother. My dad wanted to name me Heidi. She saved me from that childhood torture. Bless that woman.â Smiling you leaned back against the shack.
Jake smiled a bit wider taking in the small bits of information you were willing to share about yourself. He had a feeling you were a closed book masking being an open one. He understood, he was the same way. An extroverted persona on the outside and a hidden softer side that only came out around people that wee trusted. There was nothing wrong with this per say it was just exhausting. Having to put a wall up 24/7 wasnât something you particularly enjoyed.
âMaybe one day Iâll get the chance to Y/N.â
You giggled. A sound you hadnât heard in so long. The last time you felt this stupidly giddy from a boyâs comment was ages ago, back in college when you were tied down, âMaybe Mr. Seresin. Just maybe.â
The Third Incident
The day was brutal. The sun beamed down at you all morning and afternoon. You could hardly sit in the shade because almost all of your equipment was rented out. It wasnât a bad thing. You were raking in tips. But it made for a long and exhausting day. That paired with no air conditioning made you feel like you were starting to go a little crazy.
So, when you turned over the key in your vehicle and it didnât start you all but lost it. You let yourself yell once and shed a tear out of frustration before heading into Pennyâs place. Lucky for you she opened up a bit earlier on the weekends to attract more customers from the beach who wanted to day drink.
You spotted the woman quickly before making a beeline straight towards her, âPenny, please tell me your mechanic of a boyfriend is around.â
She frowned, âNo, heâs out of town. Whatâs up?â
âDamn.â You sighed taking a seat at the nearly empty bar. You hadnât seen Jake and his Navy buddies sitting in the back as you made your way straight to the bar. But he saw you. He always noticed you. The simple chats started turning deeper as both of you tip toed around what you both wanted but neither wanted to admit, âThis oneâs going to cost me. Car wonât start. Hopefully itâs just the starter or the battery.â
Both of you were terribly afraid of commitment for one reason or another. But sometimes that spark that you find canât be put out. The flame couldnât be diminished. It needed to be explored. The spark was slowly growing into a flame and neither of you wanted to extinguish it but neither brave enough to let it grow. To let the flame, turn into a fire. For that meant commitment. And commitment was terrifying.
It made sense for Jake. He was always on the move. Always going from one base to the next. Early in his career he would try but it got too hard. It was hard to fall for someone and then have to move because he was reassigned to a new base. It was way easier being an asshole who was there for the hookup than commit to someone. But it was different now. Heâd completed all his goals. Done what he wanted to accomplish as a pilot. If he ever wanted to be an admiral, he needed to clean up his act and excel as an instructor at Top Gun. Show Naval leadership he was meant to be a leader too.
It made sense for you too. You were in an amazing relationship throughout college. Youâd met a boy early on in your freshman year and stayed with him through your senior year. Heâd even proposed. But then he got sick. The sickness took him away from you. So, you ran. Your wild child was let out. You couldnât be tied down again. You couldnât go through that again.
âOh, shoot. Iâm sorry Y/N. How about a beer on the house?â She smiled as sweetly as she could. She knew how shitty the feeling was. Unreliable vehicles were the worst. Lucky for you it wasnât a far walk home worst come to worst. The only downfall of the lifestyle was never having enough money. A tow was certainly out of budget. It needed to be fixed in the lot. Youâd figure it out. You always did.
Sighing and lifting your head from the bar top you gave her a thumbs up, âThanks Penny.â
Her eyes widened spotting the blonde pilot making his way over to you. Penny was many things, but she wasnât dumb. She certainly wasnât blind. She didnât know Jake well, but sheâd heard about him. Heard all the rumors of the fuck boy that he supposedly was. Sheâd yet to see it. Over the last few weeks, heâd had nothing but eyes for you.
Penny had also gotten to know you a whole hell of a lot better as you spent the last bit of your day here all too often now. There were usually hardly any customers and Penny lent the best conversation youâve come across in San Diego. So, you started coming to the Hard Deck every day after work. She realized quickly that you were damn near oblivious to Jakeâs feelings. Always flirting back but never agreeing with Penny about his intentions.
âWhy the long face, sweetheart?â Jake had begun using those sweet terms of endearment a few days ago. Finally finding the courage to make his feelings a little more obviously known. But of course, you hadnât a clue. It didnât mean anything for you. Your way of deflecting, naturally.
âJake, hey.â You straightened up a bit, âCar wonât start.â
He frowned, âThatâs no good. Let me take a look.â
Your eyes peaked up in curiosity, âYou know cars?â
âI know jets. How different can cars really be?â
Laughing you nodded, âIâm pretty sure theyâre really different actually.â
âYou have no faith in me darling.â
âOh, have at it. Just donât break it any further.â You smiled taking a sip of the beer. He stood for the stool waiting for you.
Giving him a quizzical look, he continued, âAfter you.â
âYou were being serious?â You set the glass down. It wasnât very often that people went out their way to help you. That was another problem with the nomadic lifestyle youâd become accustom too.
âAs a heart attack. Iâve got some tools in my truck. I can figure it out.â
Hopping down from the stool you gave Penny a wave. She gave you a knowing head shake waving you off. Leading Jake to your car you popped the hood to give him a look.
âCan you turn it over?â He asked. Giving him a nod, you tried to start the engine only to be met with silence, âJust a dead battery. Let me go get my truck for a jump start.â
Another few moments and a jump start later you were met with a started vehicle. Jake parked the truck next to yours. Getting out you were too afraid to turn it off before driving to a car shop to swap out the battery.
âThis time youâre my Knight in Shining Armour.â You gleamed up at him as he made his way to the driverâs side of your vehicle.
âIâm honored, really.â
âThanks, fly boy. I gotta go get a new battery now.â
âFly boy?â He smirked.
âMhmm, heard you and your friends talking the other day. The girl said it and it stuck. I like it. Fly boy.â
He opened your car door, âThen you can call me fly boy. If you like it.â
âDidnât know I needed your permission.â Again, you challenged him. You always seemed to challenge him. Making him second guess that smoothness that always seemed to work. Not on you though. You got the better of him all too often now.
The Fourth Incident
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â You grumbled taking a seat in front of the knotted mess before you. Youâd let the boys take the parasail up only for them to come back to you with a sheepish grin on their faces and a very tangled parasail before them.
âIâm so sorry, Y/N.â Doug, usually your favorite co-worker replied seeing your very annoyed expression.
âItâs fine⊠just go help the customers. This is going to take me a while.â You let out a frustrated groan. At least it was a mindless task.
âYeah, okay.â He nodded and quickly left, not wanting to get another earful from you.
âThey certainly donât make this job easy.â You sighed leaning back against the shack. You didnât have a particular talent for untangling things, but you knew the boys certainly didnât have the patience to even try. So here you were stuck with a loopy mess of ropes and cables.
âYou always talk to yourself?â That now-familiar voice of the blonde pilot spoke out startling you from your focus.
Jumping slightly, you slapped his ankle, âYou always stalk me?â
âI do not.â He scoffed sliding down the wall to sit down right next to you. He was close but neither of you made the effort to move farther apart. Â Not even a little. He let his thigh rest against your bare one. It was a hot one, so you were without shorts, just bathing suit bottoms. He was testing your boundaries and you were more than happy to welcome him right on in.
âI didnât say I was complaining about it.â You quipped back.
You earned a hearty laugh from him. A sound youâd learned to cherish over the blossoming friendship you wished would turn something more, âYou never cease to surprise me Y/N.â
âHopefully thatâs a good thing.â You grinned up at him momentarily forgetting about the mess laid before you.
âItâs a great thing.â He answered quickly not wanting to place doubt into your head, âYouâre incredible. You know that right?â
Heart stuttering you snapped your head back up to him. What was he saying? What was he trying to imply? Was he trying to get you all sorts of flustered because it was certainly working. Youâd always been awkward when receiving compliments so when Jake threw that one at you it made you want to disappear right then and there.
âIf you think so.â You nodded your head gingerly making sure to focus your attention on the rope and not the gazing eyes of the man youâve been crushing on a little too hard.
He took your hand in his, âI know so. Youâre beyond fascinating. Every time I get to know a little bit more about you, Iâm infinitely more intrigued by you. Rooster called me out on it, said I never seemed to shut up about you.â He admitted. He wasnât all too sure why he was telling you this. It was easy with you. He wanted to tell you things. Things heâd never dream of sharing with a girl before. But with you it felt so natural. So effortless.
It wasnât often somebody could make you blush, but Jake was doing an exquisite job of it. A fiery blaze crested up your neck settling on your cheeks. Thankful it was warm out you could just blame it on the sun, âRooster?â You questioned. Youâd yet to meet any of his friends but that didnât seem like a terribly common name.
âBradley. The one with the stash. Itâs a call sign. We all have one.â He smiled knowing just how odd it sounded when he said it out loud.
âWhatâs yours?â You asked wanting the conversation to go on. He too intrigued you. You seemed to get lost in conversation whenever you ran into him. It too felt natural with him. Like two puzzle pieces just waiting to be linked together.
âHangman.â
You smiled wondering where in the hell that couldâve come from, âThatâs an interesting call sign.â
âYou think?â His eyes stitched together in curiosity.
âFor sure. I wonder what mine would be? Iâm not cool enough though. Iâd never make it.â You admitted to him looking away afraid youâve overstepped.
He studied you up and down as if trying to come up with one on the spot. Not a second later he responded with one, almost as if heâd thought it through before, âIâd call you Bird.â
âBird?â You grinned curious as to why.
âYouâre a free spirit. Like a bird. Floating through the air making it look effortless even though youâre working harder than ever. You have a certain ease to you that makes you so free.â He paused collecting his thoughts, âAnd youâd make it just fine. Youâre more levelheaded than half the guys I train on a regular basis.â
âOh, thatâs frightening Jake. Iâm not even that levelheaded!â You laughed feeling a bit concerned over the state of who was employed by the Navy.
âI know.â He winked at you letting his leg full press into yours. The closeness let goosebumps ripple down your legs sending a shiver over your body. It frightened you how easily he affected you both mentally and clearly physically, âItâs terrifying who they let fly those things huh?â He laughed taking a cable in hand beginning to help you.
âSuppose you have to be some level of crazy, eh?â You giggled picking up another cord after untangling the first.
âYou bet sweetheart.â He turned his body more towards you, pressing his thigh further into yours. You were sure you were about to explode from the contact. Hopefully it didnât look like it. You had to play this cool. Youâve been doing so damn good over the last few weeks. But he was making it hard, very hard, âSo.â He continued before pausing again giving you a look as he picked up another tangled cable.
âSo.â You responded by looking back at him. He was giving you a look you had yet to see from him just yet. Almost nervous?
âWhere are you off to next? Doesnât seem like you stay in one place for too long.â
You shrugged, âIâll be honest. I donât have a clue. I like it here though. Usually something just falls into my lap taking me onto the next thingâŠâ You smiled reminiscing through some memories before continuing, âBut like I said. I like it here. The weather is amazing, and the people are even better.â
You really hadnât thought about moving on. Not yet at least. It felt like youâd finally gotten into a rhythm here. Normally thatâd terrify you. But it felt so damn right here. Like something was begging you to stay. That something might have been sitting there in front of you. Even if youâve only been here a few months and known him less than that it still felt right. If there was one thing you always did was trust your gut and it was telling you to stay. Screaming at you to stay. It was a foreign feeling for you, but you welcomed it. The nomadic lifestyle was utterly exhausting and somewhat lonely. You were ready for change as you approached your thirtieth year.
He cracked another smile at your last statement, âYeah? Even better than the Swiss?â
âMhmm.â You nodded looking up to him again. You couldâve melted right then in there if humans could. The look he was giving you could make a strong man weak, âWay better than the Swiss. Much cuter too.â You chimed in making sure he knew you were talking about him.
âHigh praise.â He smirked leaning his whole body just a bit closer. Youâd usually protest as it was so fucking hot out but this was a dream for you. Jake was practically on top of you this time. It must have looked funny from a distance. Two sweaty young people lost in each otherâs eyes almost on top of each other on the beach.
âItâs only the truth.â Your face was so close to his. God youâd give anything to just kiss him. But you wouldnât dream of making that move. Thatâs far too bold even for you. And what if he didnât want it? Youâd never be able to live down that kind of embarrassment.
âY/N?â He asked.
âYeah?â
âIâm planning on staying for a little while too. Iâm tired of jumping base to base. I just want to stay somewhere for a while you know?â
âItâs tiring.â You agreed with him, âI get it.â
âWould you stay here?â
You nodded your head vigorously, âI would. For the right reasons.â
Licking his lips while looking at yours he mimicked your head nod, âGood to know.â
The Fifth Incident
Standing waist deep in the ocean you wanted to be annoyed but the man standing in front of you was making that very difficult to do so. His cute little grin and snickers only made you laugh along with him, âWhich oneâs the gas again?â Jake asked leaning back on the jet ski you were trying to get him to take out.
âRight hand is the throttle, for the fourth time Mr. Seresin.â Playfully rolling your eyes you walked around the jet ski to do the final checks ensuring it was up to snuff before he took it out on the ocean.
Grinning from ear to ear he knew he had you. He had you wrapped around his pinky finger. Not that he was any different. You had him whipped and you werenât even dating yet. Instead, the two of you were dancing around deeper emotions every time you saw one another. And the two of you sure did see each other as often as possible. After he helped you untangle the mess that was the parasail the two of you made it a point to see each other every day. Heâd come find you while you were wrapping up work or youâd meet him at the Hard Deck.
Youâd even gone so far as to meet a few of his Navy friends, at his request. Being far too nervous and not having a clue what the relationship was with the blonde pilot you were nervous to meet them. He wouldnât take no for an answer though, bringing them to you instead.
As unshy as you were with your opinions it was becoming harder and harder to have the âwhat are we?â conversation with him. You were having far too much fun in this stage that you didnât want to ruin it. You started to have legitimate feelings for the flighty boy. It terrified you a bit. The last time you allowed yourself to feel things it ended horribly.
But even you had to admit you were exhausted of running. Running from feeling things. Afraid to commit to somebody. Afraid to tie yourself down.
âThank you, Miss Y/L/N.,â Wiggling his eyebrows he leaned over towards you as you finished up the pre-op checklist.
âYouâre welcome, Hangman.â This time you were smirking, loving to throw him off his game whenever you could. Initially refusing to use the call sign you decided to only throw it out there when you felt like you needed to one up him.
Eyes raised in curiosity he broke out into a grin seeing your expression. Heâd never felt like this before. Felt so effortlessly comfortable around somebody. Like he knew youâd never judge him for a thing. Youâd be there for him no questions asked. The two of you just clicking like nothing heâd ever experienced in his lifetime. He had to admit it terrified him a bit. But he was also excited. To try something new. To dive into a relationship with you headfirst. So long as thatâs what you wanted. Thatâs why he was playing it so cool. He knew how much of a flight risk you were if he moved to fast. He couldnât bear the thought of losing you before he even had the chance to try it out. So, he decided to let you get comfortable and hopefully make a move. If you were too afraid to do so heâd do it eventually. He had nothing but time with you though. So, he wasnât going to rush it. Terrified to mess it up before it started.
âSo how long do I get out there darling?â He was testing your boundaries now. Wanting to see how youâd react.
Your heart rapidly picked up pace hearing that term of endearment escape his lips knowing that you could really get used to hearing it, âThirty minutes. Then I have paying customers booked. So donât be late.â You eyed him making sure he got your message loud and clear. Heâd been begging you to go on one, but youâve quite literally been booked out. Busy season was mad. But you had a customer cancel on you last minute which gave Jake the opportunity.
âGot it. See you soon pretty.â He shot you a wink before speeding off. Making sure to splash you with the throttle. Flipping him off you rung your hair out as you walked out of the ocean.
Youâd only noticed heâd been gone for a little too long when the next clients walked up. You searched the ocean spotting Jake drifting a little bit further out than he shouldâve been. Hopping on the reserved Jet Ski for staff you took off in his direction.
âWhat the hell Jake? I said thirty minutes.â You frowned at him pulling up beside his weirdly quiet one.
âI wouldâve darling but well, it died on me.â
âHop on.â You sighed annoyed the stupid thing gave out on you. It always reminded you of how cheap the dude who ran this place was.
You hooked the tow line up to it, getting good at it now, before towing everything in, âLooks like you caught me at a bad time.â You felt him chuckle as he pressed his chest into your back. Taking full advantage of being the passenger. You were thankful you couldnât see his shirtless chest, thatâd surely send you over the edge now.
âAt least itâs you this time.â You laughed along with him. You felt as his arms tightened around your waist. Pulling him all that much closer to you.
Much to your chagrin you reached the beach before you knew it. Jake waited around as you got the family off on their adventure. Approaching him with a grin on your face you sat next to him at the picnic table by the shack, âHave fun at least?â You asked.
âAbsolutely. Any time I get to spend with you is a good time.â
Pushing his side lightly you hid your gaze away from him, âCheesy.â
âOnly for you.â He snaked his arm around your waist. Not forcing you to look up to him but letting you know he had you.
Another goofy grin graced your features. He always knew what to say, âYouâre sweet to me Jake.â
He nodded, âBecause I like you. A lot. You know that right?â He admitted straight out. He let you go at your own pace, but he wanted you to know now. He knew. He adored you. Heâd never felt this type of way with anybody before you. He thought he had but he realized he hadnât. This was something special.
âYou do?â Confusion then joy broke out from your face
âI do.â His smile turned up even further seeing the recognition cross your face. Had you really not known? Or were you in your own head like he had been so many times before?
âLike more than friends like?â You asked to confirm.
âWay more than friends.â
âOh, wow.â You turned away heart racing. Sure, your face was as bright as a cherry tomato it was now or never. Heâd laid it all out on the line for you. You could do it.
âHopefully thatâs a good wow.â Smirking he leaned a little closer to you.
It felt like your heart stopped for a moment, âItâs a very good wow.â
âYeah? Then youâll let me take you on a date?â Jake didnât often look nervous, but he looked terrified now. He hadnât expected this. Not even in the slightest. But heâd roll with it.
âYouâd want to?â You returned your eyes back to his.
âOh darling, Iâd love to.â He reassured you taking your hand in his.
âThen I say yes.â
âTomorrow?â
âYou that excited?â You teased him.
âSweetheart, Iâm more than excited. Whatever that is.â Tossing you a wink he stood from his seat, âIâll pick you up at six. Canât wait to see you pretty.â
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