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homestylehughes · 13 days

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do i know you?

coffee girl: part 2

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: y/n's first day on the job, after her encounter big spill with luke hughes. her first day's is going as expected, until she locks eyes with luke, the tension begins to unfold.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: nervous and shy reader and luke. cuteness overload, cussing. fluff? nothing too crazy yet! cliffhanger kinda AGAIN

authors note: OMG HI!! i'm so so sorry it took me forever to get this up. college is actually kicking my ass. (someone help me). ANYWAYS this chapter is more of a filler, more reader focused. we will be getting to the good stuff soon, promise!!! thank you for all of your love and support, so so thankful. like and reblog if you enjoy. as always much love.

happy reading <3

Holy shit I got the job. I got the fucking job. The job that I was late to my interview for, because I ran into cute, sweet, day ruining Luke Hughes, spilling coffee on me and now we’re here.

I'm practically skipping out of the prudential Center, a smile on my face that nothing can take off, even the split coffee on my shirt.

I start the walk back to my apartment, with a pep in my step. opening my door, my little orange baby Moe greeting me at my feet.

“Hi, little baby” “mommy got her job” I said to him in a whiney pet voice as I lifted him up into my arms, cradling him into my chest. God, I need more friends, I think to myself.

But none of that matters because I got my dream job, that world is on my side right now. I put Moe back on the ground after our cuddle session, picking up my bag and making my way towards the bathroom.

I take in my state, Luke's hoodie still covering my body, his scent filling my senses. Letting out a deep sigh, I pulled off the hoodie and put it in my laundry basket. Slowly making my way to my closet, pulling on the first things I find, and plopping myself into my bed.

My eyes began to slowly close, the events of today filling my mind as I drift off to sleep.

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Today is the first day of my job. I'm shitting bricks, I'm not ready for this. You can do this y/n I think to myself, this isn't anything you haven't done before. You are more than qualified for this position. You've worked with athletes before, but these are insanely attractive athletes, but most importantly Luke Hughes is one of them. Fuck…Luke Hughes.

Im quickly pulled out of my day dream, when the elevator door dings open. Swiftly making my way to my office, my office.

Walking into the office I call my own, seems unreal, looking around once I set the box of my things on my desk, along with setting my purse in one of the chairs in front of it. Walking around the space taking it all.

I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream again today when I hear a man's voice behind me.

“I'm guessing youre y/n y/l/n?” turning around quickly, to meet eyes with the nameless man standing in the doorway.

“Hi yes, I'm y/n, nice to meet you?” I say holding out my hand to the man, whose name I still haven't gotten. “Hi, it's lovely to meet you! I'm Tyler but everyone calls me Ty!” Tyler or I guess ty says, shaking my hand with a smile on his face.

“I'm guessing you like your place?” Tyler says behind me as we both look around the office, “Yes it's great! I love it already '' I smile back at him.

“Great! Hope you're ready, to meet the team, in about… 5 minutes” he says, as he checks his watch. Oh god, in 5 minutes, i haven't even unpacked yet. Oh gosh what if they all hate me. Oh my god, Luke. Will he remember me??

“I can see everything you're thinking on your face, they're going to love you, the whole team is excited to meet you. It's not everyday we get a female athletic trainer.” Ty says to me pulling me out of my thoughts, calming me down slightly.

“Thank you, i needed that” I sigh out back to him

“Of course, are you ready?”

“Yes? I think” Ty chuckles in response, as we make our way out of the office.

“I'll give you a better in depth tour than the one you've had earlier, later. Sound good?” he says from beside me, nodding my head in agreement. As we make our way through the halls of the center.

We finally make our way to what I think is the Devils locker room, my heartbeat begins to pick up.

“The boys finished up practice about 45 minutes ago” Ty says as he's going to open the door, his back now turned to me. “I'm going to go in first to make sure they're all dressed and somewhat put together” he chuckles out to me.

“Okay, I'll be here,” I say before he enters the locker room.

It feels like 30 minutes goes by, but it's actually probably only been 2.

I see Ty head pop out, “y/n, are you ready?”

“Yes!” NO I want to say, but I'll keep that to myself. Taking a deep breath, I follow Ty into the locker room.

Walking in the locker room, I instantly feel 40 pairs of eyes on me. Oh gosh this is scarier than I thought, I say to myself.

“Gentleman, this y/n, our new athletic trainer!” Ty says gesturing to me, our eyes locking briefly, silently asking me to say something.

“Hi guys! I'm y/n! I'm really excited to work with guys "I say, as I pause to try and think of something else to say.

“I'm not going to lie, I'm not sure what else to say… you guys make me nervous.” I laugh nervously. The whole room erupted in chuckles.

They found that funny? I'll take it.

“I like her already” I hear a few players chuckle out. My nerves are finally beginning to settle, until I lock eyes with him. Luke.

It feels like my whole world stops, as his eyes lock with mine, our eyes swimming in each other, his gaze is so strong, it's almost like he’s trying to figure out who I am.

I'm the first to break contact. Turning around to only get pulled into a conversation with the training staff, as they quickly pulled me out of the locker room, to show me around the rest of the building.

I can't shake the feeling of Luke's eyes on me, as they show me around. My mind is still foggy from our interaction.

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My “first day” was more of a tour and getting the feel of where everything was. I was even able to get my office together. This is beginning to feel like home I think to myself. Im pulled out my thoughts when I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in!” I shout out, from my desk, my face in the paperwork I'm currently filling out, not bothering to raise my head, thinking it's one of trainers.

“One second, just trying to do this last bit of paperwork” I say, as my pen is quickly moving across the page.

“You're okay, take your time” says the voice that I know oh so well, the voice that's been stuck in my head for the last 4 days.

I slowly bring my head up from my desk, my eyes slowly taking over Luke's figure, taking in his appearance. He's just as beautiful as I member

Quickly snapping out of my trance, clearing my throat “Hi Luke, did you need something?” I ask as politely and professionally as I can.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Luke quickly says to me.

“Um.” I am trying to figure out a way to continue this conversation.

I feel Luke's eyes run over my face for the second time today. I see his mouth slowly open, as he runs his hand over his face, letting out a sigh.

“Oh my gosh, you're the girl I spilt her coffee on like a week ago aren't you?”

“It's actually been four days but, yes that's me.” I say back letting out a breathlily laugh to my desk.

“Shit, i'm so so sorry” he rambles out quickly. “Its okay, I promise, it was an accident”

“But I made you cry, oh my gosh. You were on the way to your interview here, weren't you?”

“Yes I was, but it worked out, I still got the job,” I say, gesturing to the room around us.

“This is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry.” Luke begins to apologize again.

“Hey hey, i promise it's okay” i say getting up from my desk, walking around to lean up against the front, to stand in front of Luke.

“We can start off again on a better foot if you'd like?” I say holding out my hand to him, “Hi, I’m y/n” my hand still being held out in front of him, luke's eyes look me up and before he grasps my hand finally shaking it. “Hi, I’m Luke” he says, staring my eyes.

“It's nice to meet you” I smile out to him, as our hands drop, his touch still lingering. “You're really pretty when you smile” Luke rasps out to me.

My cheeks begin to heat with a blush, lowering my head, now looking at my feet.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, you didn't” i say suddenly “it just surprised me, that's all”

“Good,” he says quietly, our eyes locked in a soft gaze.

“I-I should probably get going, let you get back to work.” “Yeah of course, thank you for stopping by” I say, for some reason I don't want him to leave.

“We’re really happy you're here y/n” luke says to me, there's something about the way Luke says my name, that makes my heart stop for a second.

“I'm really glad, I'm here too.”

“Have a great day” he says to me as he makes his way to the door. “You too!” I say turning back to behind my desk.

Luke turned back once more, to take one final glance in my direction, smiling softly at me again, before closing the door behind him.

I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding out, letting my shoulder fall a little bit.

This job is going to much more difficult than i thought, and it's all because, of my stupid coffee and Luke Hughes.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fic #new jersey devils #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes

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kelcemenow · 10 months

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Call Her Daddy.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 829

Warnings Sexual references, fluff and strong language...obviously.

I hope I've done this one right! I've never heard of the podcast, nor have I listened to it but I did a some research and just went for it! "Hello first of all I’m a huge fan of your work, I have an idea in mind hope you like it. Y/n and travis have been dating for a bit just there close friends know about the relationship and Alex copper a close friend of the reader invites them on her podcast call her daddy where they talk about there relationship/sex life"

"Okay, next question. What is your favourite sexual position?"

You hummed in thought, "I love being on top." You smiled at Alex who nodded in agreement, "There's something about being on top that gives me a sense of power, isn't there? It's a bit dominating."

"Would you say that you like being in the more dominant role in the bedroom?" Alex questioned.

"Sometimes." You giggled, "But on the flipside, I really like being thrown around, you know? Like...lifted up, thrown onto the bed, pushed up against the wall, carried around...that's what I want."

Alex fanned her face with her hand, "Phew, you're speaking the truth here Y/N. So, I promised an exclusive scoop earlier to everybody and I think it's about time that we get to that. Y/N is not my only guest on this episode, we have someone joining us, don't we?"

You laughed, "Yeah, I've been seeing some rumours flying around regarding my dating life and I gotta be honest, a lot of people are getting it all wrong!"

"Gotta love those rumours!"

"So, when Alex asked me to come on Call Her Daddy, I thought it was the perfect time to set the record straight. Plus, I'm going on tour soon and he'll be at quite a few shows so everyone will figure it out eventually anyway."

"So, our guest is someone that you're dating?"

You smiled and adjusted your headphones, "Yeah, we've been dating for a while now and so far, it's only family and close friends that have known about it but we agreed that it's probably time to let everyone else know."

Alex leaned into her microphone, "Just for full transparency, I knew!"

"Yeah you were one of the first people that I told, I couldn't keep that secret from you!"

"Id' have gotten it out of you eventually, I'm good at that!" Alex cleared her throat, "Right, let's not keep everyone waiting for much longer. Daddy Gang, our extra special guest on today's episode is none other than...Travis Kelce!"

You both gave Travis a round of applause as he placed headphones over his ears and smiled into the microphone, "Alright now!"

You grinned and placed your hand on his leg, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Alex took a sip from her water, "Okay, now Travis, you're not new to the podcast scene, we all know that."

Travis snickered, "Nah, I feel at home like this! But I gotta say, New Heights is completely different. You know, me and Jason don't talk about what I think we're going to be talking about here!"

"Yeah, that would be weird!" You laughed.

"Right, let's get straight to it. What's the sexiest thing about Y/N?"

"Oh wow, no messing around here, baby!" He rubbed his beard, "The sexiest thing about my girl?"

"You can only pick one!" Alex lifted an eyebrow.

"That's not easy. Honestly, I think she's the sexiest woman in the world. She could be folding laundry and I'm still mesmerised by her! But the sexist thing about her is definitely how ambitious she is. She has worked her fucking ass off to get what she has got and what makes it even better, is that she did it all herself. I love watching her perform, because I can see what it means to her and how much she has sacrificed to be able to do it. It's amazing, man."

Your lips curled into a huge smile, a wave of happiness washing over you.

"Aww guys, you're going to make me cry! And that's not the vibe I was going for! We want the juicy details!"

Travis mumbled, "Oh...umm...her ass?"

You and Alex both laughed loudly.

"Is that's what you wanted?" Travis looked to Alex who was clutching at her stomach.

"I liked your first answer, baby." You placed your arm gently around his shoulders and traced circles on the back of his neck with your finger.

"I'm sure a lot of people will want to know how you two manage to date with your busy schedules."

You clasped your hands together, "It's difficult, it really is. But we make sure that we keep some time aside for each other. Even if it is just sitting down to have breakfast together or an hour long phone call."

"Technology helps. We like Facetime, we use that one a lot." Travis agreed.

Alex grinned a mischievous smile, "Do the Facetime calls ever get a bit heated...a bit explicit?"

You glanced at Travis with a knowing look, "If I said no-"

"She's be lying." He said loudly.

Your mouth flew open in shock and Alex clapped her hands together, "I knew it!"

"Oh, come on" We're all adults here, we know how those calls can end up sometimes. If Travis calls me shirtless, chances are I'm gonna get a bit...distracted. I Facetimed him from the shower last week." Your cheeks were beginning to deepen in colour, "My God, how do you get this information out of people?!"

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I hope that was okay! As always, your comments and messages are always appreciated! You're all too kind! I'll be working through some more requests this week (whenever I have some spare time) and if you want to be added to my Taglist, just let me know!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for refusing to do more chores?

I (22F) live at home in what is supposed to be an adult, mutual housing agreement. I pay rent and do my fair share of housework. I do all my own cooking, laundry, I do the food shopping and meal prep, ect.

I've always had household chores, but I feel like lately my mom is just taking the piss in how much she's asking me to do.

Currently, she only does her own laundry and cleans her own room. That's it. I do quite literally everything else. Vaccumming, mopping, sweeping, dusting, stripping the washing machine, all the gardening, everything.

However she's always on my ass about every single chore. And she's constantly texting me throughout the day telling me to do X and Y and have I done Z yet and when will I be doing the rest of the fucking alphabet.

Her excuse is she "doesn't feel well" right now but its been two years of her slowly slacking off on every single household chore, and "not feeling well" doesn't stop her doing literally anything else like having a girl's night out drinking with her friends or anything.

I had enough earlier this week when I was mid cleaning up dog puke and she started having a go at me because the washing machine was done and why wasn't I switching the loads over so she could do hers. I took my gloves off, told her to go fuck herself and since cleaning is so important to her maybe she can do some for once, and left. We had a major fight about it, not for the first time, but unlike all the last times, I haven't done a single chore since.

I've cleaned up after myself like dishes and laundry, but I haven't done anything that's 'for the whole house.' No vacuuming, nothing. The house is so gross right now but I'm finally sticking to my guns about not doing anything until the responsibility is more even.

AITA? She's calling me immature and I'm calling her lazy. And yeah, I know everyone is gonna say "well you should've talked about it like adults" but I have TRIED and she always either promises she'll do more and never does or she has a go at me because she's "unwell" and can't clean.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mrswolffs-blog · 8 months

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bestie can I request toto with a black!femreader? he’s just so daddy😩that video of him surfing?! *debby Ryan hair tuck* got me all in my Toto feels😪

Idiot: Toto Wolff x Black!Reader

TW: Cursing, Slapping (non abusive!)

The morning had just started as the sun had risen, lighting up the bedroom that belongs to the Wolff family, Y/n and Toto. Y/n was never one to be excited about mornings as she would rather sleep through the morning and work through the evening into the night; however she knew that staying in wouldn’t get the chores and multiple emails waiting for replies done so she dragged herself up and into the bathroom for a shower.

Upon her return from getting dressed and walking around the house to collect the things she needed, Y/n noticed that her husband who should’ve been at home with her wasn’t in the house yet he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the living room, she went out to the sides of the house, to the garden in the front and had gotten no sight of her husband, she made her way around to the back thinking that he might’ve been relaxing at the poolside or even on a conference call with the team, but dear Lord was she so wrong.

Y/n walked out to find her significant other down at the sea, surfing his heart away with the widest grin mixed with concentration on his face. She was so mad at him yet did nothing as she watched him endanger himself even worse than before as his eyes caught hers and after a couple of minutes, his surf was over and he was on his way to get cleaned up.

Returning to the house walking with his crutches, Toto wasn’t surprised when he was met in the living room by his infuriated wife who was glaring at him from across the room. “Hey schatz, did you sleep good?” He asked trying to distract her from being upset. “Yes I did in fact sleep good. Thanks for asking, but you know what didn’t feel good? The fact that my husband seems to be out to give me a fucking heart attack by doing some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever witnessed on this planet called Earth. Why the hell would you go surfing while injured?! First you went bike riding, now you’ve got a broken arm and leg-mind you this isn’t the first time! Your forearm and leg are in braces for Christ’s sake! If you fell into the water your ass wouldn’t be able to fucking swim! What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep trying to kill me before my time?! I’m way much younger than you but it seems you want me to leave this world before you, huh?!” Y/n scolded her husband as she spanked him on his good arm with her hands.

“Schatz I’m sorry. I really didn’t think your mind would go that far, I thought of it as a harmless morning surf” Toto explained but it fell on deaf ears to his wife who noticed him wincing everyone he moved an injured body part but chose to keep silent. “You see, this is why women live longer than men cause y’all just jump into anything without weighing the pro and cons. You literally have surgery in a few weeks and it’s like you want to make your injuries worse than better so guess what, maybe I’ll call and have them cancel the surgeries, yeah?” Y/n replied sarcastically as he sat down on the couch to rest while Y/n went to start the laundry.

An hour and a half later, Y/n was sat on one end of the couch with her laptop in hand typing away, while Toto sat at the other end obviously now feeling the painful effect of his stupidity from earlier. “Y/n/n my leg hurts!” He whined as Y/n only looked at him briefly before shaking her head and refocusing on her task. “Y/n I know you heard me, please help me. My arm and my leg are hurting! The pain sticks!” He cries this time as tears poured from his eyes, showing that he very well regretted his past decision.

“I’m sorry Mr.I can do anything no matter my condition, I am unable to assist at this time as I’m on my lunch break” Y/n sassed at him. She allowed him to wallow in regret for a couple more minutes before she got up to get his medications and the necessary items to help with the pain. “Here, take a bite of this. Swallow the pills, then you finish eating it.” Y/n instructed as she iced and elevated her husband’s swelling leg. Toto did as instructed and rested his head after everything was done while he waited for the pain to subside.

After a while the pain had been fully gone and Y/n was now resting next to him as they watched some Tom and Jerry to occupy their time. “Thank you schatz for your help, your patience, your love and your kindness. I know that I am a lot of work but you manage me so well.” Toto expressed as his wife listened calmly on the verge of sleep. “You’re welcome sweetheart. I just hope that you’ve learnt your lesson and that something like this will not happen again?” She inquired from her husband “Of course not darling, I promise to stress you a little less. I love you” he giggled out his answer “I love you too you idiot” Y/n joined his giggle in reply while peacefully falling asleep, knowing that no matter what he promised, she would still be getting regular heart attacks in the future all because of her love for him.

#toto wolff #toto wolff angst #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff x y/n #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff fluff

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a-vvenger · 2 years

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the scoreboard girl

(gif not mine but isn’t he the cutest! also i legit can’t come up with a better title)

summary: eddie goes to a balls in laundry baskets game but he isn’t watching the game

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

a/n: i literally hate this but i had to get it out. this popped into my head bc i run the scoreboard for my school sometimes and i was doing just that earlier tonight and was like boom idea. but i can’t write so here’s this piece of shit

my masterlist

dustin and mike were scared shitless of what eddie was gonna say when they asked him to move the campaign. so it was quite the surprise when he not only moved it but asked them if he could come with them to the game. they of course said yes just being thankful that he wasn’t angry at them. dustin had actually asked eddie for a ride since steve had a date he was going with. of course dustin took this opportunity to question eddie.

“since when do you willingly go to balls in laundry baskets games?” dustin asks.

“just because i think it’s stupid doesn’t mean it’s not entertaining,” eddie replies but dustin doesn’t buy it.

they pull into the parking lot and hop out. dustin noticed that eddie looked quite nervous. they found a spot in the bleachers once they got inside and sat down. the game had already started at this point.

dustin looked over at eddie and saw him staring at something. oh. not something, someone. dustin follows his line of sight to where you were, changing the scoreboard when one team made it or adding up the fouls when they were called.

eddie had seen you in school and thought you were the prettiest woman he had ever seen. you had a couple of classes together and he had heard you telling one of your friends that you were running the clock for this game.

you weren’t that popular. you had a close group of friends and you kind of were chill with everyone. everyone except jason carver. you and he had dated for a little while and it ended up with you being heartbroken and him being an ass, constantly.

that included right now. when you put the foul up on the scoreboard and he starts yelling at you. you were just going with the ref’s call. he should’ve been yelling at the ref not you. but he loved yelling at you for some reason.

“jason, shut the fuck up and go play the game,” you yell.

“you bitch, take that foul off,” he yells back.

“no, i do what the ref tells me to do, if you have a problem with that, talk to him,” you say pointing at the ref.

you were standing at this point, glaring angrily at him. his coach had called a timeout so you didn’t have to pay attention right now. jason mumbles something under his breath and goes to talk to his team. you roll your eyes and sit back down. when you look up you notice a pair of eyes on you.

eddie had watched the interaction between you and jason intently. it was obvious you were angry and uncomfortable. he was proud that you yelled at that douche though. it was quite attractive to be honest. he notices she’s looking back at him with a small smile so he smiles back. his attention is pulled away by dustin’s voice.

“dude, seriously?! you came here for a girl?! wait wait wait, you like y/n y/l/n!” he basically shouts and eddie shushes him immediately and tries to cover his mouth.

“shut your trap kid! i mean she’s cool i guess,” he says knowing full well he likes her.

he’s liked her since that one day when she asked him about DnD. they were sitting in class and one of his friends had asked if they were still meeting for the campaign later. she had overheard and was curious about how he planned his campaigns so he had explained his thought process behind it.

they had been kinda friends since. they talked in class but never hung out outside of school. but, there short conversations were enough for him to like her.

as he turns back to your table he can see you still smiling slightly but you’re also paying attention to the game which has started up again.

“dude you should talk to her after the game!” dustin suggests.

“no, no way man,” eddie says.

“why not?!” dustin exclaims.

“because,” eddie starts, “because she’s not into me like that. we’re more acquaintances than anything!”

“yea sure, that’s why she hasn’t stopped smiling since you made eye contact,” dustin says, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“what? no that’s not because of me,” eddie tries to rationalize. he doesn’t think anyone could like him for him.

“eddie when are you gonna realize you’re awesome and a girl like y/n would be lucky to have you,” dustin comforts him.

eddie sighs. maybe he should talk to you. i mean he’ll never know if he doesn’t try.

“fine,” eddie gives in.

dustin does a happy dance and now he can’t wait for the game to end, while eddie is dreading it. he also can’t help but worry about what jason said to you. he knows you two dated and he had heard it did not end well. so at least talking to you means he can see if you’re okay.

suddenly, the buzzer is ringing and lucas has sunk the game winning shot. eddie looks over to where you are smiling and excited. he watches you go over to lucas and give him a hug and a high five. you and he had become friends since you ran the clock for his games and he was the only one nice to you on the team. the rest of them taking jason’s side in the breakup.

eddie watches as you start to walk out after you clean up a bit and runs down the bleachers to get to you before you leave. he meets you in an empty hallway.

“y/n, hey,” he says and you jump slightly.

“oh hey eddie! what’s up,” you smile brightly at him.

“u-uh i- i saw you and jason yelling at each other earlier, are you okay?” he asks and you can hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“um yea i think so… im kind of used to it by now. it happens at least once a game. this one was worse since it was the championship game,” you say.

“that doesn’t excuse his behavior. you deserve better, im sorry,” he replies.

“it’s okay, eddie, thank you for checking on me,” you smile.

it’s quiet for a few seconds and you can tell he wants to say more.

“is there something else eddie?” you ask.

“um okay here we go. hope that henderson kid knows what he’s talking about,” eddie mumbles and you look at him confused, “y/n i think you are really cool and awesome. not to mention the prettiest person i have ever seen,” you blush, “and hopefully this won’t ruin our friendship,” he continues.

“what?” you interrupt him confused.

“i like you,” he blurts it out, “y/n, i’ve liked you since that one day you asked me about my campaign. i know this might be weird because we only talk in school and stuff. you can totally just ignore me after this if it weirds you out. i just wish i could get to know you better and i’d love to take you out. a movie, dinner, you name it i’ll take you. but no, honestly you’ll probably never speak to me again i mean i would never speak to me ag-“

you cut him off with your lips pressed against his. you catch him way off guard but after a bit he kisses back. it’s the best kiss either of you have ever had. after a bit you both pull away for air.

“i like you too, eddie munson,” you say and it was true. ever since that day he had asked you about the mystery novel you were reading.

a/n: if y’all want to send me requests for fics w any of the characters pls feel free and i will try my best!! i’m in a writing mood lol…

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 8 months

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Khloe kardashian adores you! (Part 3)

All of Khloe's sisters say you and her perfect together

But deep down Khloe feels insecure

Because she feels like even though things are great now

Like maybe you'll cheat on her

But you know you never will cheat on her

But Khloe feels like she will just get played and betrayed

Like she has before in her previous relationships

So you and Khloe got into a big argument and she avoided talking to you

But for those past couple days Khloe felt lonely without you

Next to her on the left side of the bed was cold and empty

So Khloe decided to meet you at your apartment and she immediately apologized

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. It was uncalled for and you didnt do anything to deserve that". Said Khloe

You nodded slowly.

Khloe starting crying

You gently put your hand on her back rubbing her back in smooth circles

"I just feel like...You're gonna go find someone else and you're gonna kiss them and fall in love with that person on the first date!" Khloe cried

You listened

"Like...like...like I feel like I'm not enough for you". Said Khloe

"Is that what what was about?" You asked

Khloe nodded as she continued crying

"Baby come here". You said to Khloe softly

You held her in your arms as she hugged you

"Baby", you said to Khloe. "I dont want any of these basketball players or actors or anyone else. I just wanna be with you". You said.

Khloe looked at you. "You do?"

"Yes". You said softly. "I'm your girlfriend. I help you cook and clean because I love you. I help you do your laundry because I love you. And I put up with your bad moods because i love you". You said

Khloe laughed slightly

"I dont care about who you used to be with. Or how much money you make. I'm with you because I wanna be with you". You said

Khloe listened

"I mean I've put up with you for this long and theirs something about you I obviously like. Otherwise I wouldn't wanna be with your crazy ass!" You said. You giggled

Khloe giggled too. "Aww baby!"

"I love you Khloe". You said. "And besides you're beautiful. You're the shit". You said

Khloe giggled again and gave you many mini little kisses on your lips

As you kissed her back she hugged you and you hugged her too

"You're the shit too boo". Khloe said to you

You and Khloe smiled at each other

"Are we okay here?" Khloe asked referring to her saying earlier that shes sorry

You smiled. "Yeah we're okay here" You said

"Thank you for accepting my apology. And thank you for being my girlfriend". Khloe said to you

"Thank YOU". You said

Khloe loves to protect you

When you go for a walk Khloe makes sure she goes with you and also Kendall or Kylie goes with you too

She always asks how you're doing to make sure you're okay mentally and psychologically

She loves her cuddle time with you

When you're watching a tv show she randomly sits on you and snuggles up on your chest

That makes you smile so wide!!

She calls you her perfect angel

After sex when you and Khloe are cuddling you and Khloe cuddle for hours

And Khloe kissed you on the cheek and went to cook

You one of your favorite meals for dinner

Spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread

#khloe kardashian #khloe kardashian x reader #Kuwitk #keeping up with the kardashians

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violette-hue · 2 years

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Hiii writer, I didn't know how to answer on my own box so I'm gonna write here. It's like Daichi give her a ticket for parking the car where she should not do it. ^^ Sorry for don't explain before. Thank you

Summary: Cop!Daichi gives you a parking ticket, and later they run into each other at a bar. You really don’t like this guy as he tries to justify the ticket. (Request by @misslili265 )

Trigger Warning(s): slight enemies to lovers, cursing, the police, being broke

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! May or may not make a part two 👀 I really liked this idea 😊

Requests are open!

“No, no, no.” You rushed out the building to your car, crossing the busy downtown street. “Shit!”

On your windshield was a small yellow sheet a paper. A fucking parking ticket. You sighed in frustration. The parking meter had only just ran out of time and you were going to fill it back up for another hour. Whoever gave this ticket was an A1 douche.

You looked around to see if you could find the cop, and luckily, he was about several cars down, giving another parking ticket to some poor, poor individual.

“Hey!” you called, shuffling over to him. “Hi, sorry Officer—um—I got a ticket? I was just going to put some extra coins for another hour…”

The officer looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Okay?”

“So, can you take this ticket back? Please?”

At this, the officer fully turned toward you, his eyebrows raised. “No.”

You felt your eye twitch and your fingers spasm around the ticket, crumpling the stupid yellow paper. You bit your tongue as irritation rose in you, but you were insulting the officer before you knew it. “Thanks for nothing, you royal jerk.”

You spun on your heal and sashayed away. Would you regret this later, absolutely. But now you just needed that little sliver of satisfaction the irritation on his face gave you.

That ticket had put a huge dent in your account. You sighed as you slammed your laptop shut. You’d just have to live off ramen until your next paycheck. No biggie. Except you really, really wanted a pizza. Another sigh passed through your lips, this time more aggressive. It couldn’t be helped. That ass hat of a cop screwed this check up for you.

You forced yourself to stand from your ancient couch and grabbed your laundry. There was no use in sulking over something you couldn’t change, and you really needed to do your laundry. You tossed the diluted laundry soap in your hamper and hauled it down the few flights that lead to the laundry room. You had wanted to grab a new bottle of laundry soap on the way home, but then you wouldn’t have been able to pay for the ticket. And you really did not want to get your license suspended.

The laundry room of your apartment building was small, only housing three washers and three dryers. Of those dryers, only one worked properly. The others either left your clothes still wet, or went absolute ham and shrunk all your clothes. Fortunately for you, that dryer was already occupied, as were one of the washer machines. You loaded the washer and went to grab your laundry soap when you noticed whoever was doing their laundry left their own soap. You looked around the small room and even peaked your head out into the hallway. Not a soul was around. You grabbed the fuller, non-diluted laundry soap and poured it over your clothes. You couldn’t be helped with doing things the proper way and filling that small compartment.

“Do you always steal laundry soap from strangers?”

You jumped, quickly screwing the top back on and placed the soap down. You turned to see your accuser, and you really wish you hadn’t. Your face turned into a sour scowl and you turned back to starting the washer.

“I do when they’re an asshole of a cop and robbed me of all my money. Take it as restitution,” you responded, not bothering to hide the disdain in your voice.

“It’s not my fault your meter ran out of money,” the cop from earlier stated, walking over to his own laundry. Fuck that was his laundry in the washer and dryer.

“I told you I was going to refill it.” You slammed the washer shut and turned to your nemesis. “I barely had enough money for the meter, then you slap me with a ticket I definitely did not have the money for. Sorry if I had to steal your expensive soap.”

“Even if I wanted to take back the ticket, I couldn’t. Once it’s in the system, it’s there until you pay it or it gets dismissed by a judge.”

The cop leaned against the dryer facing you, his arms crossed over his chest. You mentally kicked yourself as your eyes lingered a little too long on how thick arms. And wide chest.

“Whatever,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Doesn’t change anything.”

“Let me make it up do you. Keep the soap.”

You turned to the cop, eyes narrowed with annoyance. “How generously chivalrous of you,” you said sarcastically, grabbing his soap. You weren’t going to let this freebie pass you by, even if this guy was a dick.

“And let me take you out to dinner.”

You nearly choked at that. This guy had the nerve to give you a ticket, be a royal jerk, and then ask you out? You shook your head, scoffing. “No.”

“Whatever you want. I’m sure that’s better than ramen, or whatever microwave meals you buy.”

Your eyes were practically almost closed with how hard you were glaring at him. You drummed your fingers on the laundry soap bottle, thinking hard. You could say yes and get a free pizza out of it, but for how much that ticket was, that wasn’t nearly enough compensation. And this cop was cute…maybe even a little too handsome…and buff. He couldn’t be that much of a dick face if he was offering to make it up to you. You chewed on your bottom lip in contemplation.

“Fine. Pizza tonight, then a fancy, expensive dinner this weekend. Bring me flowers,” you finally answered. “And be thankful I’m not making you grovel at my feet.”

The cop raised a brow and a smile graced his features. His dark eyes twinkled with amusement and he nodded. “Alright, your highness. I’ll pick you up at 7:00 Friday.”

You couldn’t help but return the smile. “I prefer goddess. And I like green peppers on my pizza.”

“My type of girl.” The cop smiled wider and pulled out his phone.

You climbed on top of the washer to sit as he ordered the pizza and some garlic knots. You smiled wider. Pizza and garlic knots? He must really be interested.

Once he was finished on the phone, you asked, “So I take it you live here too?”

“Yeah—third floor. Unit 302.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “I live in 310. How have I never seen you before?”

He shrugged. “I usually work nights. I just picked up an extra shift for some overtime. Must be fate.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheesiness, but for some reason it tugged on your heart. “Mmm. Does Officer Royal Jerk have an actual name?”

The cop laughed, bringing his hands over his heart. “You wound me. I was just doing my job.”

“Yeah, yeah, what’s your name?”

The cop moved to stand next to the washer you were seated on. “Daichi.”

You nodded, trying and failing to contain a smile. “Sounds like a jerk’s name.”

Daichi laughed and his thick arm brushed against your bare thigh. You laughed along with him. When the pizza finally arrived, you both ate your fill. Daichi stayed in the laundry room long after his clothes were finished. You thought he was waiting for you to be done. It was sweet and made you smile like an idiot.

That stupid smile stayed on your face as you walked with Daichi up to the third floor and to your apartment.

“Well, this is me,” you said, placing your laundry basket on the floor.

Daichi nodded and shifted his laundry basket. “I’ll see you at 7:00 on Friday. Wear something fancy and expensive.”

You giggled at him using your words against you. You supposed you did have a fancy and expansive looking dress you could bring out of retirement.

“Don’t be late Officer Douche,” you said playfully.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, goddess.”

Requests are open!

#daichi sawamura #daichi imagine #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #daichi #daichi x reader #daichi fluff #daichi imagines #sawamura daichi #daichi x y/n #karasuno #cop!daichi #Daichi in the future #violette hue

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bellaxgiornata · 10 months

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HI BELLALALALALA! My favorite comfort and cozy hooman. I'm sorry that you have to deal with me blurting out ideas that come to my silly brain at the most random hours 😂 But I really love sharing ideas with you AHHHHHHH! I was having a conversation with my friend today about having gf/ wife "zoomies" or like this thing that's like you're completely exhausted but at 11 p.m. you get the most energy you've ever had.

I read that hooman zoomies; "Zoomies might be a reaction to stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline, just as they are in dogs. "[These hormones] are produced in response to stress, excitement, or danger, and can temporarily boost energy and alertness," ON GOD FFTD READER HAS ZOOMIES. ESP WITH THAT ANXIETY. PLS SHE WOULD USE LIKE A FLUFF BLANKET TO BURRITO HERSELF IN AND THEN "ANNOY" MATT. Or like the thing where you pull the two strings on your hoodie to "disappear" into it?? Idk, like climbing him like a Koala, poking him and making the oddest, indescribable noises. Biting Matt?? (Like nom on him idk T^T) Get intrusive thoughts, and remember everything embarrassing you've ever said.

ANYWAYS I LOVE U BELLA, AGAIN DRINK UR WATER, I KNOW WHEN U DON'T. I SEND HUGS!

Hi friend!! Please don't apologize because I genuinely always love seeing you in my asks! ❤

OMG I had no idea that was a thing in people and that it could be caused by stress!!! But also, you literally just described how I annoy my husband late at night and it all makes SO MUCH SENSE NOW 🤣 Because yes, I do wrap up in fluffy blanket burritos and poke him while making really weird ass noises. And then I ask like ten thousand random ass questions. And I am ALWAYS stressed.

ANYWAY this would make a super cute fic idea (if my brain remembers...I should make a note in my installment list) of some night Reader is stressed about work and then just is off the walls high energy and maybe Matt is like trying to stay in and get some work done. Maybe she's doing the dishes and some laundry and being extra clingy and interrupting him. Matt probably points out that her stress hormones are really high and that she should relax, so she tries to watch TV while he's working next to her to calm down, but she's just cringing over something that happened at work earlier that week and fidgeting a lot (pulls his blanket off the couch and puts it on and then takes it off and then puts it back on because she can't sit still). Eventually Matt gives up and is like "What is up with you tonight because you're stress hormones are CRAZY."

But you know what Matt's answer to calming her down would be? Sex. We all can see that coming from a mile away. Just a knowing look and a "Sweetheart, do you need me to get you off?" And at that point, how could the answer be no? 😆

You know, I'm drinking coffee right now, too. I am TERRIBLE at drinking water and I feel so called out 😭 But you're right, I need to. Thank you for this really entertaining scenario that is now running in my head like it also has the zoomies...I'm definitely thinking about it 😆 Because Reader would totally be high-energy nervous sometimes, you're right!!

#Bella answers #FFTD thoughts

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spenceswife · 2 years

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New friend: E.M

Warning: cursing

Summary: Going around school asking for help was dreadful until you met the lovely Eddie Munson who definitely put on a show.

I moved around a lot so I was never used to making friends. And at this point I stopped trying. Me living with my mom was ok but she was never home. She promised we would never move again. So this old trailer park would be my best friend for a long time.

Walking through the halls of Hawkins High was kinda stressful, everyone pushing through everyone’s way, and no one stopped when I asked for help but I’m used to it. Finding my locker I start putting my books in when I hear voices coming closer.

“No Dustin we are not renting that movie! Me and Sweetheart my Guitar have a date tonight.” Some wild hair boy opened his locker next to me. I move over slightly so his broad shoulders could have room. “Cmonnn Eddie! Just one night” a shorter boy begged him.

But not wanting to interrupt their conversation I slightly tap the so called Eddie on the shoulder “Excuse me” I whisper as he turns over. “Hello there” he smirked crossing his arms totally ignoring the curly headed boy below him.

“I- I’m uh new here and no one has answered me when I asked for help. So could you help me?” He takes a deep sigh. “Well that’s Hawkins High for ya! Total shit bags who won’t help out a new girl. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR YOU DIPSHITS.” He yelled looking at everyone in the halls.

But they just ignored him by going back to there conversations. “Anyways I’m Eddie and yes I would love to help you Princess what’s your name?” He put his hand out for me to shake making me turn slightly red. “I’m Yn and thank you so much really anything I could do to repay you!” He shakes his head smiling.

“Nonsense Yn now let me give you a little tour. Dustin tell the boys I’ll be late for the meeting.” He shot a glare and the younger boy who only rolled his eyes walking away. Closing my locker we walked a short distance through the halls until we heard yelling.

“YO FREAK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT NEW GIRL? TRYING TO CORRUPT HER ALREADY?” A guy I asked earlier for helped who only scoffed at me and continued his other conversation came up to us in bulky letterman jacket.

“Don’t worry about him M’lady. Shut it Jason! I don’t have time for your fucking bullshit you see I have a pretty lady by my side” he smirked putting his arm out so I could wrap mine around.

“Yn was it? You don’t wanna be friends with him Honey. No he’ll only make you become a freak, ruin your life. So I suggest you come with me I have people you could talk to.” He evilly smiled knowing he got a tad under Eddie’s skin.

“Why are you talking to him like that?” You grew frustrated but the two boys and the crowd were pushed back in confusion. Eddies was concerned on why you didn’t immediately walk away from him when Jason said he was a freak. Jason was appalled that you talked back to everyone’s beloved basketball player.

“I can talk to the freak however I want newbie. But go ahead and be his freak queen at least he won’t be single anymore.” Jason chuckled along with others as Eddie stood next to me. “I suggest you stay with throwing balls into laundry baskets because you Jason sound fucking pathetic.” Eddie gave him a tight smile as he pulled me to walk away.

“That was bad ass” I whisper as we quickly walk down the halls “Yeah that was pretty metal sweetheart” I giggled as he bowed showing me my first class.

Maybe making friends isn’t so bad.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #stranger things #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #dnd campaign #hellfire stranger things #hellfire club #lucas sinclair #eddie x y/n #female #she/her #jason carver

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luccettis · 2 months

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all roads lead back to you

chapter five - too much labor

Del stands in front of the nonfiction shelf of the school library, concentrating on reshelving books about the civil war. Music blared in her earbuds as she looked from down to up, pushing the books in by their spines. Her arms were hurting from carrying loads of laundry up and down the stairs the days before, and having a heavy enough driving force to cut snakes in half in the backyard. Her hands were calloused, but the thick skin was already coming off and had already bled when she was in geoscience earlier this week.

Being the library’s student aide was one of the few times she had time to herself - the other times she had were when she was sleeping, taking a piss or if her dad and brothers went to work. But soon, the year would be over and that peace would be gone. School was a break from home, kind of. When she wasn’t at school, her dad would be up her ass to call every hour or every other hour while they were at work, and she was home alone - or even when she was at work. As she leaned up to place another book about how the North kicked the South’s ass - through an empty space, Orlando was looking at her and whisper-yelled.

“Cookies!”

Del jumped, yanking the earbuds out of her ear.

“Jesus fuck!”

“Damn! Keep your vocie down.” He whispered back, coming around the shelf to talk to her face-to-face. A few people stared at them, including the librarian that shushed them.

“What the fuck? Can’t just fuckin’ tap on my shoulder like a normal person?”

“No, hey-” Orlando leans on the cart casually. “How you doin’?”

Del’s eyebrow quirked, and looked at him skeptically.

“How am I doin’?”

“Yeah, like how you holdin’ up? School year’s almost over. You been a damn good student body president. Don’t get to see you much though.”

“Fine, thanks.” Her response was short, and going back to doing what she did before. She doesn’t ask him how he was doing in return.

“Yeah? Well, I’m good. Thanks for asking. Do you uh, wanna hang out?”

Del stops what she’s doing, and rests a hand on her hip and looks at him.

“I told you, my fuckin’ dad says no. He’ll skin me and you.”

“Well, it’s the end of the year. You don’t think he’ll let up?”

She rolls her eyes. “You don’t check on me all fuckin’ year, and you just go ‘hey, wanna hang out?’”

“You haven’t said shit to me either, Del.” Orlando shakes his head, and crosses his arms. “Cole told me he talked to you too.”

She groaned, pushing her cart toward the science fiction section. “Yeah, and I told him to fuck off.”

“Yeah! So you can’t really be mad at me, because you told me to fuck off too.” He walks alongside her, and she stops and resumes her duties.

“I’m not mad. I told you, I can’t fuckin’ go anywhere.”

“You haven’t even tried to ask!”

“How would you know?”

“You don’t hang out with nobody. I hear that announcement for your ass to go to the office like three times a week, and you won’t ask someone to hang out with you. Ain’t nobody hanging out with you and your old man. No offense.”

“None taken.” She mumbles. “I don’t bother. I’m gonna be fuckin’ stuck here until college or die, probably.”

“You should try.”

“To say I’m hanging with you?”

“He don’t know me, I think. I don’t think he knew I knew - know - Wayne.” Del glances over her shoulder and feels her heart tug.

“I don’t know. He’ll probably make you come over, or babysit us the entire time at your house. I’d rather be babysat. I fuckin’ hate my house.”

“Del.” Orlando stands beside her at the shelf, looking at her face. “You gotta start chipping away at him. He gotta think you loyal enough not to leave by now. You bust your ass here in school and always be answering him when he calls.”

“In school? In school?” She hisses, resting a hand on the shelf. “Orlando, I fuckin’ replaced my ma. Cookin’, cleanin’, laundry- I’m a fuckin’ live-in maid. I do more than bust my ass.” She scoffed. “I need to get the fuck away from here.”

Orlando felt bad. Wayne, right now was at his house reading Conan the Barbarian comics and helping his grandma put up shelves and clean out the attic. He couldn’t tell her that, it would send her over the edge. He fought to calm Wayne down to not storm the school. He explained that they needed to be methodical so he wouldn’t get beaten black and blue by Bobby Luccetti. But it felt wrong, knowing the distance between Del and Wayne was 6 or 7 miles max- instead of the distance from Ocala to Brockton.

“Your old man can come check out my house and vet me and my grandma. It’s white boy free.” He holds his hands up.

“Great.” She sighed, rolling on to the romance section. “I dunno. I can ask him today after school.”

“Great!” The last bell of the day rang, and he snapped his fingers and pointed at her, walking away. “See you later, Cookies!”

“Bye.”

She watched him depart, and rolled the cart back from which it came, and walked outside to wait at her usual spot to wait for her dad. Orlando scrambled to get on his bike and put on his helmet, and sped away from the school. The loud pop and rumble of the pick-up truck that belonged to Bobby became closer, and closer, and closer. He pulled up to the curb, and Del swung open the door and climbed into the truck, plopping down into the seat. She was grateful Teddy and Carl weren’t with him.

“How was school?” He asked, turning away from the lot and driving off.

“It was school.”

“What did you do? You got stuff to do school events and shit? I saw it on the calendar.”

“Posters for prom. End of school ideas.” She rests her arm on the truck door, looking out the window at all the students walking in groups to go home - chatting and smiling.

“You makin’ posters?”

“Yeah.” Silence. She thinks about Orlando. “Daddy?”

“Yeah Delilah?”

“Can I visit a school friend’s house this weekend? After work? He said you can come over and meet his grandma, and stay while we hang out-” The words flow as fast as she can talk, nervous. Bobby cuts her off and points a finger at her.

“I said no fuckin’ boyfriends until you got your own home.”

“He’s not a boyfriend!” She snapped, and crossed her arms. “He wants to hang out and study for the SATs.”

“Don’t you take those next year?”

“Yeah, but he wants to start studyin’, and so do I.”

Bobby scoffed. “Fine. But I’ll be meetin’ his fuckin’ parents and him. If I don’t like what I see and hear, we’re fuckin’ leaving. You understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

They made small talk about his day, but after that, Del was counting down the hours, minutes and seconds to school tomorrow and to tell Orlando she could come over with Bobby’s permission.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

Del woke up with a newfound excitement and joy she hadn’t known in a while. She got ready for school, and the minute Bobby dropped her off, she dashed to Orlando’s locker. It was open, with him digging for some textbooks inside. Del hit the locker next to him with her hand.

“My dad said yes. But he said if he don’t like you, I’m goin’ home.”

Orlando jumped, and closed his locker - trying to catch his breath. “Jesus - Sweet. I’m pullin’ the grandma Alzheimer's and dementia card. You think he’ll feel bad?”

“Maybe. Depends. Don’t lay it on too thick.” She scrunched her nose. “But uh…thanks. For pushin’ me. I’m actually excited to hang out, and not be stuck hangin’ out with fuckin’ morons.” She smiled - and it was genuine. She was excited. Even if they weren’t really studying, they could watch Encino Man and it was nice to know that he missed Wayne too.

“I am too.” Orlando gives her a kind smile, and closes his locker - throwing an arm around her. She doesn’t even try to pull away. “I know it’s hard without our boy, Cookies.” He was sympathetic to her, and pulled her into a half hug. “We’ll be alright, okay? I just know it.” He pulls his address out of his pocket, and hands the slip to her and waves her off, walking to class. She watched him go - and shoved his address into her pocket of her jeans.

The rest of Thursday, and Friday, she couldn’t wait until Saturday to go to Orlando’s. When Saturday came she packed her backpack with books to simulate them studying. She got ready for work, and Bobby drove her there and dropped her off. Her shift was from 10-4 today - she told Orlando she would be over around 5. It was busy as hell, and it made her day go by fast. She was so excited, she didn’t even feel when her feet started to hurt because her shoes were so worn out in the sole.

When her shift was over, Bobby picked her up and Del sat on pins and needles the whole way there. She talked about work, even the shitty parts of it. Her dad was surprised, for her to be so open and bubbly. She hated talking to him, she hated sharing stuff about her day. But she was so anxious, the words were falling out of her mouth like word vomit. He drove to Orlando’s provided address, and parked out front. She didn’t bother changing out of her uniform - in a white shirt covered in pizza sauce, a green apron - and she smelled a little like garlic. She nervously followed Bobby to the front door, holding her backpack over her shoulder. He firmly knocked at the door.

Shortly after the knock, Orlando opened the door. He was wearing a collared shirt, jeans and greeted them with a smile.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Luccetti, Del.”

“You Orlando?” Bobby asked.

“Yes sir. Come in,” He stepped to the side, gesturing for the two of them to come into the house. His grandma was sitting on the couch, knitting a magenta blanket, and watching what looked like to be the Hallmark Channel. Bobby looked around the room, inspecting every inch - from the walls, the floor, anything on the shelves. Del sheepishly moved behind him. Orlando stood next to where his grandma sat, and gestured to her.

“This is my grandmother.” She looked up, and did a wave and flashed a smile, then went back to knitting.

“So, you both studyin’?” Bobby clarified. His voice was projected. He sounded like an asshole.

“Yes, sir. Prepping for the SATs next year. May I offer you some water?” Del wanted to crack up to the performance Orlando was putting on.

“Yeah…That’d be nice. Thanks, kid.” Orlando promptly went to the fridge, and pulled out two bottles of water - one for Bobby, and then one for Del. “It just you and your grandma? Where are your folks at?” He looked around for any evidence of anyone else other than an old woman and her grandson, looking at the pictures on the walls. Orlando tracked his eyes.

“No, just my grandma and I. My parents passed away. She got dementia.” He looks at his grandma, nodding to her. Bobby’s stony face softened.

“Sorry to hear that kid.”

“No worries. We’re doing really well. She thinks I’m grown though, and go to work.” Bobby chuckles in response and smiles.

“You’re alright. Okay, go on, go study. We’re only stayin’ an hour. Delilah’s gotta make dinner.” He pats Del’s back and her face falters, avoiding Bobby’s gaze. Orlando looks at her. She wasn’t kidding about being miserable and parentified to take care of the Luccetti household.

“Thank you sir.” Orlando nods - almost bowing to him. He does a little jog up his stairs, and Del follows behind in a walk.

“And keep that fuckin’ door open!”

Once her dad was out of earshot, Del elbowed Orlando.

“Yes sir? Thank you sir? Ain’t that layin’ it on thick?”

“He bought it, didn’t he?”

They walk into Orlando’s room. Del had never visited before. Snack wrappers, dirty clothes in a pile on the floor. “Jesus, Orlando. It’s like you fuckin’ hibernate in here.”

Orlando’s eyes darted to the trash and scooped it up promptly, stuffing it into a trash can and picked up the clothes, tossing them into the laundry basket. He was grateful that he had amazing improve skills. Wayne was hanging out in here before she got here - and shoved him into the attic in case Bobby asked for a house tour. He didn’t really explain to his best friend what ‘a girl was coming over’ meant, he just made up an excuse about the girl in the neck brace he had a crush on. Wayne asked no further questions because he didn’t care. Guilt was rising in Orlando’s throat like stomach acid. 6 or 7 miles was now 60 or 70 feet tops, depending on where in the attic he was - if he was above them, it was like 10.

⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

For the next hour, Del and Orlando actually did study - but it was more so her tutoring him than it was studying. They worked on statistics homework - which he was taking as now a senior, and she was taking as a junior. It was actually really productive to have someone hold you accountable for your work. While they were wrapping up, noises came from the ceiling, almost sounding like footsteps. It couldn’t be heard really from downstairs, moreso above Orlando’s room. Del looks up, face scrunched in concern.

“What the fuck was that?”

Orlando tilts his head up at the ceiling, and in his head, he wants to kick Wayne’s ass. He looks down at her, matching her look of concern - before softening it into understanding, as if he had an epiphany.

“That? Oh - it’s raccoons. The exterminator couldn’t come today, but they gonna be here sometime this week when I’m home from school.”

“Must be some fatass raccoons. What’s goin’ in your garbage?” She snorts, raising her eyebrows while shoving textbooks back into her backpack. “Thanks for lettin’ me hang out.” She throws her backpack over her shoulder. A genuine but nervous smile crosses her face. “It was nice to talk to someone I don’t fuckin’ live with.”

“No problem, Cookies. Mi casa is tu casa, or whatever the fuck the saying is.”

“Delilah! Let’s fuckin’ go!” Bobby shouted from the base of the stairs.

“Well, gotta go.” She half frowned.

They both came downstairs, and Orlando opened the front door for them and stepped out of the way so they could walk over the threshold to his porch.

“Thanks for helpin’ my girl out. Appreciate you.” Bobby remarked, gently bumping his fist against Orlando’s shoulder. Del walked out of the house first and down the steps to the truck door, looking back at the house. Bobby lingered in the doorway, exchanging words with the boy. After another minute, Bobby walks down the driveway as well and to the driver’s side door - opening it with a look of contentment on his face. Del yanked open her door, and waved goodbye to Orlando standing in the doorway. He glances behind him, and goes to close the door. Her gaze lingers. A strange feeling washed over her, like she was being watched or stared at.

“Del! Get in the fuckin’ truck. I don’t got all afternoon.”

She climbs inside the truck, and pulls her seatbelt over her lap and clicks it in. She watches the house disappear as they begin their drive home. She felt betterish, now. Like she could have some kind of hope that she’d be okay. It was an hour where her mind wasn’t occupied by Wayne’s absence.

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Thursday afternoon to that Saturday morning Del visited, Orlando had gone grocery shopping for the three of them - himself, Wayne and his grandma. He and Wayne went shopping for stuff for him - clothes, soap, shoes. Teenage boy essentials. They dropped off stuff to donation centers that they cleaned out of the attic (mostly because it was driving Orlando insane). His grandma’s old clothes, and her weirdly large collection of black Santas. Wayne was getting adjusted to the guest room, despite its smell of mothballs and the floral patterns. The closet was cleaned out for his new clothes, and they found a couple of posters to hang up on the walls to make him feel more at home.

Saturday afternoon, Orlando told Wayne he had a girl coming over from school - the girl who broke her neck, or something like that. He vaguely remembers her presence before he beat the shit out of someone with a trumpet. He didn’t want her to recognize him and ring any alarms for school police to come and raid his house. Wayne reluctantly agreed, and Orlando pushed him up the steps of the ladder. And he waited.

All he could think about was seeing Del. He was so close now, and it irritated him that Orlando told him he had to wait. All this time away, and now he is back, and he can’t even see her?

He boredly sifted through what boxes were left in the attic while he waited for this girl to leave. He crept around as quietly as he could, but the floor creaked and whined under his weight. He could hear talking, and then someone yelling. There was a small window that faced the street. Wayne crouched to crawl to it at the end of the ceiling and roofing. He used the sleeve of his sweatshirt to wipe the thick caked on dust off, and peered out the glass. His stomach dropped - feeling like a ton of bricks crushed his ribs.

Bobby Luccetti’s truck.

He keeps looking down, his eyes fixed on the truck and felt the heat of the fire igniting, rising to his head - so hot, he could swear steam was coming out of his ears. His hand balled into a fist, and dug his fingernails into his palm. A girl with brown hair tied back in a ponytail and pair of jeans with a white shirt and green apron looked up at the house.

Del.

He felt his breath was taken straight from his lungs. He restrained to keep his legs from moving - from dashing down the rungs of the ladder, and down the stairs and out that front door. An older man walked into view, and Wayne recognized him as Bobby. The adrenaline flooded his veins. He watches them get in the car and drive off. The minute the truck starts moving, Wayne throws himself down the ladder, stumbling as fast as he can to get down and looks for Orlando. Orlando was talking up the stairs, and barely made it to the top landing before Wayne grabbed the collar of his shirt in a seething rage.

“You fuckin’ lied to me.” Orlando’s eyes glanced down at Wayne’s hand, which was white knuckled as he gripped his shirt.

“Well, technically a girl did come over-”

“You fuckin’ lied. Del was here.” Orlando was sweating.

“Man, I couldn’t just have you come down like you a fuckin’ guest star on Family Feud!”

“I need to see her.”

Orlando pulled on his shirt to try to get out of Wayne’s grasp, pulling the fabric from between his fist.

“You can’t. Wayne, we ain’t doing shit until we plan, and that means you ain’t doing shit until you plan.”

“I don’t want to plan. I want to be with Del.”

Orlando grabbed Wayne’s shoulders, and stared at him square in the eye.

“Man, you don’t think I want you to be with her too? I do, but we can’t just have you pull up on her and her dad.” Wayne burned holes into Orlando’s eyes and skull. “You don’t know how her old man be raking her over the coals.”

The fire grew hotter. It felt like he was coming down with a fever.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“She’s been hella workin’, and bustin’ her ass. Cookin’, cleanin’, actually workin’. You show up at her house, and her fuckin’ dad will kill you for real this time. And you’d never ever see her again. Is that what you want?”

The brief description of how she was being treated made that fire white hot.

“No. I want Del, though.”

“So, we gotta plan man.” Orlando shakes Wayne.

“How?”

“We start learnin’ their routine. When they work, how long they work. I’m gon’ get into her house and see how that shit functions.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m not gonna fuckin’ sit here.”

Orlando furrowed his brows in frustration. “Yeah, you kinda are.”

“Fuck no.”

“Wayne, you are a fuckin’ walking red flag. You need to lay low, or you’ll get us both in trouble, and your girlfriend’s dad is gonna lock her in a fuckin’ shed if you do somethin’ stupid.”

“I don’t wanna.” His fixed gaze on his friend made Orlando uncomfortable. He looks away, then back at Wayne.

“Look man. She misses you too. She don’t talk to nobody, and hasn’t talked to nobody since you been gone. This is the first time she been able to get out the house and her dad was here the whole time. We gotta work up to being able to have him leave her here and pick her up later. Yeah?”

Wayne looked down at the plush, deep pink carpet. Orlando was right. He knew that to be true. The weight of thinking about the time until he could see her was soul crushing.

“Yeah.”

“So, this is what we’re gonna do. I’ll keep impressin’ her old man and get him to trust me enough to leave, and come back when we get that far - you come out that room and y’all can reunite. You gotta trust me on this. It’ll fuckin’ suck, but it needs time.”

Wayne kept his eyes to the floor.

“Okay.”

“Okay. Now, let’s go make dinner. You ain’t livin on no beef jerky and shit anymore. We’re gonna make fettuccine alfredo.”

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Do you know any jokes?

10/19/2010

hmmmm it looks like some new ponies are showing up to my diary. I'm kinda... kinda scared of that, but I'm 99% sure you guys can't really read my diary, just put stuff into it. Weird-ass magic diary bruh. Might as well write to you guys and not write bad things about you behind your backs in my diary tho. Just in case.

I'm watching you

Well, uh, "primrose-petals"... HELL YEAH I KNOW SOME JOKES! I got coached in joke-telling by the party pony Pinkie Pie herself, and besides, Im fricken DJ PON-3! Gotta know how to make the ponies laugh if you want them to dance, you know what I'm sayin? I don't cuz that's just something Pinkie told me but she's the Element of Laughter (yeah I finally got the deets from her on that, tell you more about it later)

Okay, here's the jokes!!!!!!!!! This one came straight from the horse's mouth yesterday night and I really do love it a lot, Prim (can I call you Prim?)... She even wrote it down for me, but to really get the joke I gotta set the stage! Ok, so here I am walkin through ponyville carrying my subwoofers and turntables on my back and WOW is it heavy. I go into Sugercube Corner for a cupcake and Pinkie and the Rainbow Dash almost crash into me. So, anyway, Pinkie tells me the joke, it's "An elephant and hippopotamus were taking a bath. And the elephant said to the hippo, 'Please pass the soap.' The hippopotamus replied, 'No soap... radio!!!'" and she says it in such a funny way and of course Pinkie's guffawing her lungs out with Rainbow Dash chuckling and looking expectantly at me that I can't help but start grabbing my sides in mirth and rolling on the floor laughing! Too bad about my turntable and Sugarcube Corner's floors. But I just had to laugh, for Pinkie Pie's sake if not for the jokes! I got home and told Octy the joke but she didn't get it so. i know i did my good deed for yesterday.

Ok ok I know that was a somewhat pretty, uh, racist joke (I'm not racist. Neither should you.) But here are some more: "Singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth. Then it's a soap opera!"; "Dad: 'Son, I need some laundry soap right now, quick! Quick!' Son: 'Gee, dad, do you haveta rush me like?' Dad: 'Of course, Jesse. The situation here really is dat urgent!' "; "I went to jail for the first time and I ok maybe not that one

But those were all just Pinkie's jokes! Now some one of mine: "What did Buckingham Palace say to the Trottinghammers on Sky Fawkes Day no "What did Ted Bunty get for Christmas? nuh uh "How many foals does it take to paint a DEFINITELY NOT "An irishmare walks out of a bar" maybe? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm no. "A family act walks into a Canterlot talent agency headed by Filthy Rich himself and I forgot the middle but the punchline is that the family call their act, "The Aristocrats!"

so maybe i dont know any appropriate jokes. all these ones Octavia told me earlier are a bit too risky (especially that foal one...) (Damn you, Octavia!)

Speaking of Pinkie, I saw her today in Sugarcube Corner again when I went in for another cupcake. She gasped and grinned real big when she saw me, like she usually does cuz she knows it makes me laugh, and thanked me for laughing at her no soap radio joke yesterday. (I think she knows I was just being polite...) Anyhoo, I asked her about how she knows Rainbow Dash and it led her to talking about their whole-ass journey! And this is a CRAAAAAAAAAAAZY journey Pinkie went on!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, Luna be damned!!! (sorry sorry sorry too soon, too soon.)

Ok so here's the second half of what Pinkie told me: so Nightmare Moon came back on the Summer Sun Celebration and kidnapped Celestia to take her place as ruler so she could put Equestria under eternal night (I called all of that, by the way!! Whattaya think now, huh Octy???) and so six ponies went on a wild goose chase for the Elements of Harmony to stop her: Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash!, that Twi mare (that was a shock! she's more of a homebody to me), Applejack, and a couple mares called Fluttershy and Rarity. They eventually really got the elements and BECAME THE ELEMENTS! Wotta buckin' sweet free upgrade they all got in coolness! Especially Rainbow Dash! She's gotta be like... way cooler now!

I was gonna ask Pinkie more about what Rainbow Dash's like but I saw the time and hadda go to my. lessons. with Octavia. OH but Pinkie Pinkie Promised me she would take me to see all her other friends on her day off tomorrow and so I'll get to see Rainbow Dash!!!!!

Well um. it's time for my lessons. My lessons with Octavia. Tavi, Tavi, Tavi, Tavi Tavi Tavi Tavi Tavi! Hahaha yeah I'm so good at the things she's trying to teach me naturally. No more questions!

speaking of which, DONT YOU DARE READ MY DIARY PAGE FROM TWO DAYS AGO OR I WILL . CUT YOUR HIND-LEG STANDING FACES OUTTA MY DIARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#mlp #vinyl scratch #mlp ask blog

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