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Future Milf, part one.

paring: melissa schemmenti x fem reader.

summary: what was supposed to be a normal monday morning at Abbott, ends up being a chaotic one after you lend Melissa one especific t-shirt.

warnings: sexual themes? The rest is just pure crack.

author notes: I got this idea after listening to M.I.L.F $ by Fergie? Anyways, it's finally here, I'm must say that I'm pretty proud of this one. Stay tuned for part two! And yes, I watched heartstrooper and thought the drum scene was cute, so I added here.

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

When you arrived at Abbott in that morning, one curious feeling of both happiness and anxiety coursed through your body. And even though you found it completely strange, you decided to ignore it.

“Good morning, Y/n!” Janine said waving to you in the hallway. “How was your weekend?”

You smiled noticing her presence, as much as everyone else always said that Janine's way of acting was a bit annoying. The other teachers had to addmit that she was a good person who was always willing to help when needed.

“Morning!” you replied, unlocking the door to your classroom, ready to start another day at school. “It was good! On Saturday, I went to my parents to visit them for a family dinner. And on Sunday I spent the afternoon at Melissa's place.” You let out a passionate sigh remembering the day in the company of your favorite redhead.

It was a lovely afternoon, you cooked together, talked about different things and at the end, you watched a movie together, with Mel's hands gently stroking your hair while you were lying on her lap. “Hon, you are so cute,” she whispered softly, leaving her famous bravado aside, and showing her sweet and loving side instead.

To be honest, you loved these moments with the older woman, it made you feel protected, relaxed and loved. Something you hadn't felt in a long time. Melissa Schemmenti was your safe place. That same tough second grade teacher who took almost three months to have a friendly conversation with you was now one of your best friends. Yeah, fate was something that was really fucking powerful.

After listening to your last words, Janine let a huge smile escape her lips, before she started to celebrate. “I knew it! I knew it!” The youngest said, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Knew what?” you questioned with a confused expression.

“It was a date, wasn't it?” she asked with hope in her eyes.

“No!”

“Wait what? I thought you and Melissa were dating. Guess I was wrong. Again.” The second grade teacher revealed, completely disappointed looking at you.

After seeing your friend's reaction, you widen your eyes in shock. Was she really serious?

“Janine, why did you think we were dating?”

“It’s kind of obvious, she calls you by cute Italian nicknames, brings you coffee every morning. Share her lunch with you, let you hug her, and she always laughs at your jokes! You two are practically married in the eyes of everyone who works here at Abbott!” She talked non-stop.

Janine could only be out of her mind, a relationship between you and Melissa was impossible to happen. You were co-workers for god's sake, and also the redhead was known for being completely closed off when it came to relationships. Since her divorce with Joe was a traumatic experience.

Deep down, you were completely in love with Melissa. But tried to suppresses your feelings, knowing it would never be reciprocated. After all, what would a beautiful woman like her want with someone like you?

It was painful, but you couldn't do anything about it.

Turning your head to the sides to make sure there was no one else in the hallway, you started talking. “What I have with Melissa is just a normal friendship between two women. Something platonic and not romantic! Okay?”

“But—” she insisted.

“Let's just forget about this.” You sighed and Janine finally gave up, nodding and giving you a sad smile saying goodbye and returning to her classroom.

“You can’t keep lying to yourself.” Mr Johnson’s voice caught your attention.

“Huh?”

“You like Melissa, and you know that,” the janitor says as he sweeps the floor, eliminating any sign of dirt. “You may not have noticed yet, but she likes you too. Act while you have the chance, otherwise you will regret it if she finds someone else.” He said, before leaving.

Now alone in the hallway, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, thinking about his words and Janine's. Were they right? No. They were insane.

“Why did everyone suddenly decide to give their opinion on my love life?” You grumbled, looking at the watch on your wrist. There were twenty minutes until the kids arrived, so you decided to stop by the staff room for some coffee and also to refresh your mind.

—

When you entered the teachers' lounge, you saw a curious scene. Jacob was completely nervous while Melissa was furious. Gregory and Barbara were there watching everything and trying to calm her down but without success.

“JACOB!” the redhead shouted angrily pointing to her pink sweater and looking at the young boy with a deadly glare. “LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”

“I'm sorry! It wasn't my intention, I ended up getting distracted and—” the history teacher stuttered nervously.

“JUST—” She almost started to argue again but stopped when she felt Barb's gaze and yours on her. “be more careful next time, we don’t want any accidents like this happening again,”

Jacob nodded, apologizing once more, returning to sit on the small sofa, next to Gregory. Focusing on the news that played on Channel 6.

“Dear, are you okay?” Barb asked worriedly, putting a hand on her best friend's shoulder.

“Yeah, the only problem is that I don’t have any spare clothes to wear.” Melissa responds.

Seeing the older woman's frustration, you decided to quickly help her, knowing that she was starting to get uncomfortable with her favorite sweater's situation.

“Don't worry, I can lend you one. I always keep one in case something like this happens.” You replied with a small smile.

Melissa sighed in relief, it was as if a miracle had fallen from the earth when she needed it most.

“Thanks, Stellina. You are an angel.”

You blush at the nickname she gives you. Maybe Janine wasn't so wrong. Just maybe.

“Let’s go.” you pulled her by the arm heading to your classroom.

—

You guided Melissa to sit in one of the chairs and closed the door, heading towards your drawer looking for the shirt. It took a long time to find it, as everything was slightly messed up. The redhead rolled her eyes, pretending to be impatient.

“Apparently it looks like youse need to learn how organize your things better.” The older woman mocks you.

“Shut up, Schemmenti. I’m trying to help ya,” after a lot of effort, you finally found it, “here, it’s a little wrinkled but I think it should be fine for you to use for the rest of the day,”

Melissa let out a soft smile, taking the shirt you handed her. “Thanks again for helping me. I appreciate this.”

“No problem, I’ll always give you a hand whenever you need it,” you replied with a shrug.

In the three years that you had known each other, She had done so many things for you. So it was only fair that you pay her back, right?

“Uh, I’ll turn around now so you can have more privacy to change,” you said and she nodded, giving you a thumbs up.

You turned around, facing the classroom door, letting out a muffled laugh when she mumbled, “Thank God I won't have soup on my body anymore.”

Everything was going normally, until you heard something else that made your heartbeat increase with each passing second.

“Future Milf, hm?” Melissa said inspecting the shirt, reading the print with a confused expression. “It’s probably a term that those of you who are young use. I liked it.”

Hearing that made you freeze, it was as if the whole world had stopped at that moment. It couldn't be. No. It could only be a completely ridiculous nightmare or dream of yours. She was a natural joker, always picking on you with some prank or something else. She was joking, right?

Fuck, had you really given her that shirt by accident? Oh shit, you were so screwed. The only good thing about this situation was that she didn't know what the word milf meant.

If she knew, you'd probably be dead by now.

Melissa snapped her fingers, a sign that you could turn around again. The action brought you back to reality, but you were too embarrassed to look at your friend in the eyes again.

“What do you think?” she asked, adjusting the t-shirt on her body, waiting for your answer anxiously. Melissa wouldn't never admit it, but your opinion was something very important to her.

You kept quiet, nervous about what had just happened. It felt like a nightmare, for some reason. After school, you would probably go to the supermarket to buy a giant bottle of wine to drink while watching some horrible Netflix TV show trying to forget all of this.

When you focused your gaze on her figure, your mouth opened into a big 'o'. She looked stunning, with her signature black leather pants, boots and well.. that t-shirt had made Melissa look so hot, that you couldn't look at anything else in the room. It definitely suited her.

“Y/n? What do you think?” She repeats.

“You look amazing, Lissa,” you say playing with the rings in your fingers. A common habit that occurred when anxiety took over.

Melissa, who was always perceptive, studied you carefully. “Hon, are you alright?” she asked with a bit of concern in her tone.

“Yeah, I'm fine, just was thinking about...” you stop trying to think of an excuse to explain why you were distracted, “a funny thing Janine told me earlier, that's it.”

“What would it be?” She asks.

“I—It's a very stupid thing, I mean you know how she is,” you let out a nervous laugh, “I think you better ask her at lunch, Mel.”

The redhead raises her eyebrows, a little suspicious. Just as Melissa was about to speak, the voices of the children in the hallway interrupted her, making you two realize how much time had passed.

“Oh! Our students.”

“Yeah, they arrived,” Melissa says, “Well, I think I have to go now, your little devils will be here at any moment. See ya at lunch?”

“Of course, and Mel?”

“What, hon?”

“You look beautiful.” It accidentally slips out of your mouth, leaving you pale and afraid of her reaction. Of course, you had already said that Melissa was beautiful several times, but this time something different was in the air.

You didn't notice the way her cheeks flushed.

“Thanks gorgeous,” the eldest grins and wink at you. Was she flirting?

When Melissa was no longer there, you covered your face with your hands to stifle a scream that threatened to escape your throat. What was supposed to be a calm Monday, turned into a chaotic one due to a slight mistake of yours.

—

Ava was passing in the hallway when she saw Melissa walking calmly to her classroom. The principal's eyes widened when she saw the redhead wearing a t-shirt with the words “Future Milf” printed on it.

“Why the hell is she wearing that? That's not something Schemmenti would wear. Especially at school grounds.” she whispered to herself.

By coincidence, Gregory was also in the hallway and was surprised by her pulling him by his coat.

“Huh?” the man said, confused. “Ava? What are you doing?”

“Relax handsome, I just need you to answer something,” she said, looking at him,“do you know why Melissa is wearing that thing? the woman pointed to the teacher.

“Y/n lent it to her after Jacob accidentally spilled food on her sweater earlier,” he explained. “Why?”

“Did you saw the damn print on it?” Ava asked, rolling her eyes and Gregory shook his head with a puzzled expression.

“Then wait and see at lunchtime. I'm telling ya, this is going to be more fun than any episode of The Kardashians!” she laughed looking towards one of the cameras.

—

Meanwhile, you tried to focus on teaching your students. But it was practically impossible. Every time you closed your eyes or tried to explain something. Your mind thought of Melissa wearing the damn shirt.

“Ms. Y/n? Are you feeling alright?” Leah, one of your students asked, snapping you out of your trance.

“Yes, sweetheart. Don't need to worry about me.” you replied with a calm voice. She smiled and returned to pay attention to her activity.

The hours passed quickly after that, much to your dismay. It was good on the one hand: in a while you would be home soon. But the bad thing was that you would have to lunch next to Melissa Ann Schemmenti wearing that fucking milf shirt of yours.

You thought of some solutions to avoid her presence, but gave up. Knowing it wasn't fair to do so. Defeated, you went to the staff room.

—

Barbara was looking for the redhead you wanted to avoid at that moment. The eldest knocked on Melissa's classroom door, waiting to be welcomed by the teacher herself or her aide, Ashely. But that didn't happen.

Determined, she decided to enter anyway, raising her brows when she saw a curious scene.

Her best friend was pacing the room while mumbling something. “Y/n, do you want to go on a date with me? We could go to a restaurant and—” Melissa said to herself, “No, too formal that doesn’t suit me. And I would prefer a date at home, where we could...”

The brunette now leaning against the wall let out a soft chuckle that scared the redhead.

“Jesus Christ!” Melissa gasped with her hand on her chest. The kindergarten teacher rolled her eyes, “Barb, you scared me to death.”

“Haven’t you asked her out yet?” her friend got straight to the point, “Oh Lord, you've already been faster than that. Tell me sweetheart, what's stopping you?”

The green-eyed woman looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, “I'm just scared. Y/n is only in her twenties, she has her whole life ahead of her and I'm already at a certain age. What will she want with me?”

Barb saw how her voice immediately sounded small and trembling, falling in love was a delicate thing in Melissa Schemmenti's life, her marriage was a totally traumatic experience. And after that, she completely closed herself off, thinking that being in a relationship wasn't something for her. That she simply didn't deserve to be loved.

But that started to change when you arrived in her life. It took Melissa a while to figure out the many confusing feelings she had for you. After several sleepless nights, questioning the butterflies in her stomach that always appeared when you were around, she understood that it was love.

But this realization scared her.

“I know it may seem scary but you have to try. Besides, don't you realize? That girl is crazy about you, just like you are about her,” Barb says trying to calm her, “Believe me, this time you will discover that love doesn't hurt.”

Her words made the redhead remember the moment she realized she was in love with you.

[...]

It was New Year's Eve and Melissa was speeding the night at your house. That same afternoon, she had attended lunch with her family and as much as she loved how festive the other Schemmentis were, but it seemed like something was missing from that environment, and that was you. And this feeling of longing made her run to your place immediately.

Now she was in your bedroom trying to practice on your drum kit, while you were laying down on an improvised pillow fort that both of you built together a couple of days ago. Honestly, playing the drums wasn't something Melissa knew how to do, so she played in a completely clumsy way without being able to find a certain rhythm.

“Schemmenti, you're so fucking terrible at this,” you joked. “It's so easy to learn.”

Pretending to be irritated by your words, the redhead reached for a pillow and threw it in your direction. Prepared to start a pillow fight if challenged.

“Hey!” you grumbled, raising your hands in the air in redemption. “Mel, I’m kidding!”

“Then show me instead of standing there, idiot.”

You slowly approached, sitting next to her on the small bench. “Alright, let me teach you a little.”

You held Melissa's hands in yours, first teaching her how to properly hold the drumsticks. “Hold them tight. And don’t let them slip out of your hands,” you whispered. “Good job, Mel,” you praised her, feeling her hold the drumsticks tighter. She blushed hearing that.

While you were extremely focused, showing her how to play the instrument. Her green eyes watched you with love and adoration, at that moment, she realized how lucky she was to have you by her side.

Her gaze fell to your lips and Melissa wondered if they were as soft as they appeared to be. She also wondered what it would be like to wake up every day next to you, with her arms wrapped around your small waist and with her placing small kisses into your hair. Or what it would be like to kiss and touch your whole body listening to your soft coos while she showed how much she loved you.

She bites her lips with all of those images in her mind.

After hearing the sounds of fireworks, you turn away from the older woman and open your bedroom window and climb up to a small outcropping of the roof. While Melissa watches you curiously, still sitting in front of the drums. "What are you doing? I wouldn’t want you to have an accident in the middle of the New Year.”

“I’m not going to have an accident,” you rolled your eyes, “I just want to see the fireworks!”

Melissa shook her head, finding your excitement adorable, deciding to join you. Carefully sitting by your side, she rested her head on your shoulder and closed her eyes, wanting to enjoy this moment with you forever.

“You know...I kind of missed you at my family's lunch today,” the redhead admitted in a shy tone, feeling her cheeks burn.

That was a surprise for both of you, since you knew that she wasn't very used to physical touches or showing her vulnerable side.

Noticing her nervousness, you said something that made Melissa feel more relaxed again,“I missed you too. Staying with you is so much more fun than being here alone.”

She hummed and snuggled into you even more, making a smile escape your lips. The two of you enjoyed the comfortable silence that settled in. Wishing more good moments like this would happen.

Returning from her memory, Melissa stood up and ignored Barbara's malicious look and headed towards the door ready to go to lunch.

—

You were already in the teachers' lounge, and every time you heard a step, you felt your heart stop. The plan to try to avoid Melissa was still going through your head, but neither option was good, suddenly an idea came.

You threw yourself on the floor and quickly crawled to a table near the windows, hiding under it, the cameras filmed your movements and your friends' confused reactions.

“Y/N! What are you doing?” Janine asks.

“Nothing,” you grumbled, praying to eat in peace, “I'm just having lunch, like a normal person does.”

“You are literally eating under the table. That’s definitely not something you would do and everyone knows that. And it's kind of weird.” Gregory notes.

You were surprised by Ava, who ran in. Not wanting to miss anything she knew was going to happen. The principal loved an entertainment and the whole school knew. “I don’t think Melissa would mind if you said you consider her a milf. She would probably love it, saying it's hot and all of that shit,” she shrugged.

“What?” Jacob questioned.

“AVA!” you scolded her, “You aren't helping! And by the way, how do you know about this?”

“Girl, I know everything. And I must say, it's the funniest thing I've ever seen in my life.”

“What’s going on?” Janine alternates her gaze between the two of you.

You explained everything in detail to all of them who to be honest found it all a bit comical, but seeing the way you were nervous made them take it back.

After hearing Melissa and Barbara's voices, you got scared and shrank even more under the table. Hoping they wouldn't notice you. But that didn't happen. When the redhead entered, all attention quickly went straight to her. The cameras zoomed in on what she was using and everyone was shocked.

“What are you looking at?” She growls in a threatening tone and the teachers return to focusing on their activities, afraid of her. You laughed, that was so Melissa. And that's what ruined the chance to avoid her.

“Dear? What are you doing under the table?” Barbara asks.

“I was just seeing if...the tables were in a good condition! That's it, actually, I have to go now,” you walk towards the door, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you.

“Where are you going? I thought we agreed to have lunch together,” Melissa spoke.

“It’s not a good idea for us to do that,” you pull away from her touch. Waiting for her to give in, but something unexpected happened.

She took the lunch bag from your hands, standing on her tiptoes so as not to let you reach and looking straight into your eyes.

“Give me that back now!” You complain and she shakes her head.

“Tell me, what’s really going on? Why can you barely look at me?” she whispers that last part.

“It doesn't matter.” You respond, feeling your blood rise and your breathing slowly fail.

“Can you stop acting like a child and act like an adult, for once?” She retorts, making you roll your eyes.

“FUCK YOU MELISSA,” you yelled and everyone gasped. In years of working at Abbott, you had never raised your voice to anyone, especially the redhead, “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Melissa's eyes widened, surprised to see you facing her and saying that stuff. A feeling of pain settled in her body, but obviously she didn't show it.

Impatient and without thinking twice. You threw yourself at the older woman, who got scared, losing her balance. Because of this, both fell to the icy ground.

Melissa hit her back, letting out a groan of pain, seeing what you had caused, you quickly stood up, getting off of her.

“I’m sorry, Lissa. I’m so fucking stupid,” you tremble, feeling tears come out of your eyes.

Feeling overwhelmed, you ran out of the lounge, leaving a bewildered redhead.

“Y/N, PLEASE COME BACK HERE!” Melissa's voice echoed throughout the school, now she was going to worry about trying to fix what the hell had happened between you two. And it wouldn't be easy.

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terrarain · 8 months

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seasons of love

characters: todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo

summary: four seasons, four guys. different drabbles based on the season.

notes: reader's pronouns unspecified, swearing, it's entirely fluff! mentions of a reader with a pollen allergy in keigo's, some possessiveness in bakugou's for like one line, ticklish reader in shinsou's

word count: 4.5k

ˏˋ°•*⁀☂️ spring; takami keigo

Keigo didn't see much appeal in the rainy showers that May would bring. The rain had an unpleasant tendency to wash away traces of villain activity; it was a criminal's best friend. Activity in the streets were always lower when it was raining. People weren't as alert.

So he doesn't really get it when you're tugging at his sleeve with a cute pout that. As he stares at your jutted out lip, he has the oddest desire to bite it.

"Please. It'll be fun."

"Alright, consider me convinced, birdie."

All you had to do was say please with wide eyes and pouty lips and he was done for. Keigo's sure that Miruko would laugh her ass off at how easily Keigo acquiesced to all of your requests. Good thing for him, then, that the rabbit hero was nowhere to be seen.

And so that's the explanation behind why Keigo, the number two hero Hawks who was currently on a break, is currently walking next to you. In one hand, he's holding a well-loved umbrella and his other hand...

Golden eyes linger on the free hand at your side, swinging forward and back as you practically skip along the rain-washed sidewalk.

The hand that's not holding the umbrella twitches.

"You really like the rain."

"It's the best part about spring."

The beaming smile that you send his way makes Keigo feel all melty inside with affection. A part of him is glad that his wings have been reduced to just a few feathers at the moment. He has a feeling that, if his wings had been full, they'd be puffing up an embarrassing amount right about now.

He cocks his head to the side slightly. "Not the flowers?"

"The flowers are nice, too. But they make my allergies act up and those aren't much fun."

Keigo recalls memories of you in past springs, nose all runny and red, eyes slightly teary.

"But you're cute when you're sniffling," he teases, trying for a flirty smile. You just roll your eyes playfully.

"You won't be saying that when I'm constantly blowing snot into tissues."

You'd still be cute in his eyes. He's seen you a snotty mess before, when you got sick one time, and Keigo couldn't help but think that you looked stunning.

"You look beautiful all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, you flirt," you laugh, unconvinced.

Shit, he thinks distantly. I'm down real bad.

Keigo hadn't been saying that just to flatter you. He really did think that you were the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes upon. Anybody who said otherwise was just wrong. They'd have to be blind to not recognize your beauty.

"Seriously," he insists. A flush takes over your cheeks, faint but still there. Keigo smiles to himself.

"Anyways," you fluster, walking a bit faster. He quickens his pace as well, careful to make sure that the umbrella that he was sharing with you was still covering you. He could feel his shoulder getting a little wet, but he didn't really care.

"So," Keigo drawls, one bushy brow raised. "Didja drag me out into the rain just so we could walk? I know I'm irresistible," an eyeroll from you, "...and that you want to spend more time with me, but we could just hang out at your apartment like usual."

"You're such a homebody," you muse. "Who knew that the flashy, number two winged hero Hawks is a shut-in."

"Hey," he says, not all that offended. "Your place s'real comfy."

And nobody expects anything of him when he's in the comfort of your well-lived in home. He's just Takami Keigo in private, cracking jokes and play-wrestling with you. Just another average joe who's hanging out with the love of his life a friend.

" 'sides," Keigo continues, looking over to you quickly. "I'm out here with you, aren't I? Even though I have no clue what you're up to."

"Oh, I never told you, huh?" you muse. The look in your eyes is playful, almost childlike.

"What schemes are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?" he questions, eyes slightly narrowed. He moves up a bit more to walk next to you when he sees a car approaching from behind. There's no puddles for the car to splash the two of you with, but better safe than sorry.

"You said that you've never played in the rain," is your non-answer.

Keigo does faintly recall telling you this. It had been a while ago, if he's remembering things correctly. You were working your magic in the kitchen while he was sitting at the counter as he watched when he had let this bit of information slip.

Ah, he realizes. "That's what all this fuss is about?"

"You're missing out," you insist when you hear his perplexed tone. "Right now, it's raining. And you're on break. So... now's a great time to take you out."

Keigo almost makes a joke about you taking him out in a different context — for a date.

The joke doesn't come. Instead, he just says: "Chickadee, I've flown through the rain. You're actin' like this is my first rodeo out in the rain."

You let out a little (cute) frustrated huff, eyes narrowing. Your arms cross as you speak. "Put the umbrella aside. We're going puddle jumping."

Keigo cocks a brow in questioning, "Uh, you sure? You'll get—"

"—wet?" you interrupt him as you bring the hood of your raincoat over your head. "That's what the coats are for."

"If you say so," he says, giving up easily enough as he brings the hood of his own raincoat up before closing the umbrella. Keigo really can't say no to you.

The two of you stand there under the rain. It's not particularly harsh, but it's definitely not a light drizzle, either. A scarlet red feather flies up to carry the umbrella that he sets to the side.

"So, what now, professor?" Keigo says, grinning. "Please do teach me about the joys of rainy weather."

"Gladly," you say as you offer him a hand. It only takes a nanosecond before his hand is in yours, his gaze expectant. The raindrops that fall onto the exposed skin are cool.

You tug at his hand, gentle, and he follows behind you like a lost puppy. Keigo finds himself feeling glad that there's nobody out at the moment — that there's nobody to disturb this moment between the two of you.

"Just gotta find..." you trail off, eyes scanning up ahead for something. Eventually, your aimless wandering becomes directed as you let out a small 'aha!'.

You're leading him towards a recently formed, sizeable puddle on the sidewalk.

"Are we going to—"

"Yes."

"Chickadee, we'll be soaked."

"Didn't take you to be such a party pooper," you tease, stopping right at the edge of the puddle as you look over to him.

Keigo gasps, offended. "Me? A party pooper? Why, I oughta—"

You don't wait for him to finish that sentence, jumping into the puddle in front of him with a lot more force than he thinks is necessary. The water comes up and out of reflex, his arms rise in a futile defense against the liquid.

"You were saying?"

"You are so cheeky," Keigo says fondly before he joins you in the puddle, jumping into the rainwater just as a child would.

He hears you let out a little squeal as water flies up towards you and Keigo grins, kicking some water at you as a form of payback.

"That's cold," you giggle, eyes bright.

"I said it'd be cold earlier while you were trying to drag me out," Keigo replies, letting you tug him out of the puddle as you begin searching for another puddle to jump into.

"Worth it," you declare.

He tilts his head curiously. "You're having that much fun?"

Your reply catches him off guard and he almost stumbles.

"It got you smiling again," you say easily, turning around a corner. Your face lights up when you see another untouched puddle. "Not one of those safe smiles. A smile smile."

"A smile smile," he echoes with vague amusement. His heart is fluttering and his cheeks are warming. Keigo, pointedly, does not acknowledge it. "Your descriptions could use some work."

"Oh, please, you get the point," you grin. "Now, come and help me ruin our jackets and boots more, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Keigo says, joining you in your adventures into the puddle of water while he thinks,

Maybe the rain isn't all bad after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀☀️ summer; todoroki shouto

"Thank you! Come back again!"

Shouto one perfectly-shaped brow slightly as he glances over to you. You're waving to the person leaving with a sunny smile. In the sky, the sun had already started lowering.

"Are you doing this again tomorrow?" he questions. The hand that's waving stills momentarily before dropping back down to the table of the stand he sat at with you.

You lick your lips. On the table, you're twisting your fingers - Shouto recognizes it as one of your nervous habits.

"Um... well, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

Shouto shifts, gaze briefly flickering over to the bucket of icecream surrounded in his ice. He repeats his question, slightly reworded this time.

"Do you want to do this again tomorrow?"

Your eyes, Shouto thinks as he returns your stare, are something that he could gaze at for hours upon hours on end.

"I do," you admit, lips upturned in a shy smile. "Are you... free tomorrow?"

Shouto's hums as he leans forward a little towards you, chin in the palm of his hand. The darkening of your cheeks makes the smile on his face grow a touch wider. "I am, indeed, free tomorrow. I presume you will be enlisting my assistance as a personal cooler again?"

The little laugh that slips through your lips is light and breathless as you nod. "Mmhm. Really, thanks again for this, Todoroki."

"It's no problem," he says, and it really isn't. Although the request had been an odd one, he didn't particularly mind.

The request in question had been related to ice cream carts - which, to his understanding, are portable stands that sell ice cream. You had told him that you'd wanted to run one - but didn't have the money to rent one out. Shouto had been on the verge of offering to rent one for you when you had eagerly tugged him over to a makeshift stand.

"So, I decided to make my own!" you had told him a few hours ago. Your previously eager smile had turned sheepish when you made a request. "But I don't really have anything to keep the ice cream cool in the heat, so I.. I was wondering if you would be willing to be a cooler? You'll get half of the money the stand makes!"

Shouto would've provided his assistance regardless of whether or not you were paying him. He had said as much, but you insisted on paying him anyways.

"You're really sure you don't have anything else to do?" you question, frowning in concern. "It can't be that fun for you, sitting around at a table in the heat for most of the day."

"The heat doesn't really affect me," he says smoothly, smiling warmly as he looks at you. "And I think it's quite enjoyable. You're very good company."

"Oh-" you clear your throat, all flushed cheeks and giddy smiles. "You're good company, too, Todoroki."

His lips downturn. "Shouto."

The look you send him can only be described as bewildered.

"Call me Shouto," he clarifies. "We are close enough for you to refer to me as such, no?"

He tilts his head when you stare at him with wide eyes.

"Then - you can call me by my given name, too," you say shyly. When he says your name out loud, you nod slightly. "That's me!"

You then shuffle a little, turning to reach for the bag of ice cream cones. He watches with rapt attention as you scrape out the last remaining bits of ice cream in the bucket and drop it onto the cone. He retracts the ice he had around the bucket, seeing as there was no ice cream left to keep cool.

"You should have it." you say after watching him. When he looks at you, you're holding the cone out for him.

Shouto shakes his head. "It's alright. You can have it."

"Shouto," you huff. "Really, you should have it instead. You've been entertaining my whims 'n whatnot the entire day, so.."

The usage of his name has him hesitating; he wonders if you'll say his name again if he keeps refusing. The small pout on your face discourages him from that, though, and he decides to opt for a compromise.

He leans in to take a bite of the ice cream in front of you. Vanilla melts a little on his tongue before he swallows the bite, the coolness of the treat lingering. When Shouto pulls back, he observes your flustered expression with some amusement.

"There," he says simply. "I've had my fill. You can have the rest."

You open your mouth to protest and he just raises a brow in a silent question. He seems to conveyed his message well, because you bring the cone to your lips and take a small bite as you look away from him. Shouto gently pokes at your flushed cheeks, eliciting a giggle.

The smile on his face is fond. Shouto doesn't really have a favourite season - he didn't see a reason to have a favourite.

But, as the sun sets in the distance, last few rays of sunlight framing you in a picturesque scene as you finish off the ice cream cone in your hand - Shouto thinks that if he had to pick one season as his favourite, it would be summer.

ˏˋ°•*⁀🍁 autumn; bakugou katsuki

Katsuki doesn't indulge people. He doesn't entertain their whims. He gives absolutely zero fucks about the desires of other people.

(A lie, sort of. Katsuki is just a little soft towards his closest friends and he lets himself get dragged into their antics sometimes. But he would never openly admit that.)

That's what he says. That's what he told you, more or less, when you had thrown his coat at him and pushed him out the door of the dormitory. Which he let you do because he's particularly soft towards you.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud," you tease him with a playful grin. His expressions sours even further, which earns him the action of you poking him in the forehead with one finger. "You'll get wrinkles early if you keep frowning so hard."

"Stuff it," he says heatedly as he swats your hand away. It's an action that he immediately regrets, but his body doesn't relax in the slightest.

You don't seem to mind, laughing good-naturedly, which pisses him the fuck off because you should mind. He treats you so roughly and it's unwarranted, he thinks. Katsuki knows that he's an asshole and he knows he's far from being a nice person.

You should be treated kindly. Should be hanging out with someone just as bright and sunny as you.

But at the same time, he doesn't want you to do that. It's an unreasonable possessiveness, he thinks, because you're not even his. You don't belong to anyone.

Katsuki has no idea why you still hang out with him.

You're all soft touches, kind smiles, playful quips — and he's rough around the edges. He's a horrible person and he's done fucked up shit in the past that he regrets so, so deeply and he doesn't get you. Or any of the things he feels for you.

You're more resilient than he would've ever thought — because while you were all soft and shit, you knew when to stand up for yourself and you never let yourself be pushed around. You're firm with him and handle yourself well around him. Something about you, terrifyingly enough, disarms him.

His classmates — friends, they call themselves — are also weirdly eager to be around him, just like you. They actively insert themselves into his life and include him in their playful banter.

But you hang out with him the most. Some people have commented on it, in the past. He had just replied to them with a dark glare.

"Alright, this is a good spot!"

Katsuki cocks his head to the side, brows still furrowed. "Hah? Whaddya mean?"

The two of you are standing in a fairly open space, a few ways away from the dormitories. It's a clear part of campus with several trees hanging overhead.

"Pretty, isn't it?" you say, not answering his question at all. Your gaze is directed upwards, so he follows. Golden yellows, crimson reds, vibrant oranges act as a natural ceiling. Bits of the blue sky are peeking through.

"The fuck we standing here for?" he asks, all gruff as he looks back at you.

In one smooth motion, you pull out two rakes and what the fuck.

"Where the hell were you hiding those?"

"Trade secret," is your playful response as you press a rake to his chest. He grabs it out of reflex more than anything. "Less questioning, more raking."

"Hah? What's this shit even for?"

There's a glint in your eyes as you reply.

"Raking leaves," you state the obvious and he rolls his eyes. "We're making leaf piles to jump in."

"That shit's for kids," he grumbles, unmoving as he watches you fly around the leaf-covered ground, starting up a small pile of multi-coloured leaves.

"You're basically just a big baby," you coo and his glare sharpen. You don't seem to react because you're somehow never affected. "So I don't see the problem."

"That's—" he flounders, eventually deciding on a snarl. "Listen up. I'm not fucking making fucking dumb piles of fucking leaves just so you can fucking jump into them."

"Is fuck the only swear you know?" you question. You're teasing him.

He glowers.

"This is unfortunate," you sigh dramatically. He watches you carefully as you pause, looking down at the pile of leaves at your feet with a forlorn expression. "I didn't think that the Bakugou Katsuki would be so terrified of a few leaves. Guess I need to go get someone stronger to help me out."

Katsuki knows that you're trying to get him to rake leaves. He knows that you're poking at his ego and it's ridiculous because there's absolutely no reason for him to get competitive over a few fuc- shitty leaves. It's dumb, really—

"Fuck you," he spits as he starts raking up a pile of his own at record pace. Katsuki misses the painfully soft smile on your face, more focused on making his pile bigger than yours.

For a few minutes, it's just the sound of two students romping around and the scraping of the steel rakes against the ground that fills the air. Eventually, Katsuki comes to a halt when there's no more leaves in the immediate vicinity. He considers going out further to get more leaves for his pile.

"Damn," you whistle and his chest swells a little in pride at your impressed voice. "That is a big pile of leaves. I surrender."

"Ha. Did you think you could beat me to begin with?"

You snort, hand wrapping around his wrist. He can feel the sweat forming on the palms of his hands and he thinks that, if the lightning dumbass was around, he'd be making so much fun of Katsuki for the sweaty hands.

Katsuki has a few swears lined up, but none of them manage to leave his mouth because you're tugging him along.

Straight towards his pile of leaves.

(He could probably plant his feet firmly in the ground, making all of your attempts at moving him around futile.)

(He doesn't.)

Katsuki is stumbling into the mountain of leaves along with you as you destroy all of his hard work with a jump.

He's a little worried that you'll hit your head against something and before he knows it, one of his hands are resting against the back of your head as the two of you lay down on the ground.

The smile on your face makes him feel all soft and gooey and shit inside.

"Look," you say, and he glances up at the sky briefly as per your request. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Leaves are fluttering down gently around the two of you, warm tones unique only to autumn painting the air. It really is a sight to behold, he thinks, as he looks at your content expression.

The leaves eventually settle and you take it as your cue to stand back up. Katsuki looks at the hand that had been previously cradling the back of your head before he stands up roughly a second after you.

There's a golden leaf in your hair.

Without thinking, he reaches out slowly to pluck the leaf from your hair in one, easy motion.

"..Bakugou?"

"You had a leaf in your hair," he grumbles, flicking it off to the side. "Dumbass."

"That's mean," you say, but the smile resting upon your face with darkened cheeks makes him feel like you aren't so offended. Katsuki thinks he likes the way you look when blushing. "Round two?"

"Your pile is still there," he huffs. "Whaddya mean by round two?"

"But it's small," you lament, gazing upon your small pile of leaves. It definitely pales in comparison to the tower of leaves that Katsuki had cooked up earlier. "It'll be a lot more fun if it's bigger. Let's collect all of the leaves up into one big pile."

"This is dumb," he says, lips turning upwards in a slight smile.

"But it's fun!" you beam.

"...Whatever," he breathes out, turning away brusquely to hide his growing smile.

Katsuki's chest feels warm as he shoves a small bunch of leaves into the growing leaf pile.

ˏˋ°•*⁀❄️ winter; shinsou hitoshi

"Fuck, don't go in there. Are you a dumbass?"

Hitoshi shifts slightly. "Probably."

In all honesty, Hitoshi has no idea what's going on in the horror movie that you had put on.

There's some screaming, probably some ghosts or something - was the movie a ghost movie? He couldn't remember - which was all very cool. Probably. But he's more interested in you.

His best friend. That he's fallen irrevocably in love with.

You take a sip from your mug of hot cocoa, eyes watching the laptop screen with rapt attention. There's some sort of noise that comes from the screen that draws his own attention over. A rather ghastly, pale creature shows up behind the movie's protagonist.

"I told you so," you mutter, like the protagonist could hear you.

"Damn, someone doesn't leave the house," Hitoshi comments off-handedly, referring to the unnaturally pale, spindly creature currently chasing after the main character.

That draws a snort from you. A sound that has him wanting to poke at you so he can hear it again.

"Like you're one to talk, 'Toshi."

Now that has him actually poking at your sides. He takes the hot cocoa out of your hand and sets it down on his desk before he starts jabbing his fingers into your sides.

You break down into a mess of airy giggles as you try to pry his hands off of you and he grins.

"Hey. My complexion is way better than that thing."

"I don't know," comes your drawl once he stops tickling you, gazing up at him with an impish grin. "When was the last time you left the house and touched some grass?"

"There's no grass to touch," Hitoshi says, getting off of you to gesture at his window. Outside, a flurry of white storms on. "There's a fucking snowstorm. Its been snowing like crazy the last few weeks. Any grass out there is long-gone."

"Sounds like excuses to me," you chirp, settling back into your sitting position on his bed. He can't help but note that you're a lot closer this time. If he moves as much as an inch, his legs would bump into yours.

Hitoshi counts to three to calm himself down.

His heart beats thunderously against his chest anyways.

"Oh, she's definitely dead," you say, interrupting his thoughts. He raises a brow and turns his attention to the screen of your laptop.

Sure enough, there's a gory mess of fake blood and organs and a lot of screaming from the girl.

"You don't say," he drawls as the screams die down. You smack his arm playfully.

"Hush."

"Technically, you're the one who keeps initiating conversation," he snarks.

The smile on your face grows and he allows himself to think that you're smiling at him fondly. "Smartass."

"You know it and you love it."

Silence.

Hitoshi panics. What did he say, again? He definitely said the l-word. He hadn't been thinking. What did you think? You had suddenly gone silent and-

"That, I do," is your whispered response.

His body locks up and he just stares at you, but you aren't looking at him. Your gaze is resolutely fixed on the screen, acting all nonchalant - but he catches the darkened hue of your cheeks.

He smiles softly and turns his attention over to the screen, half-watching.

The scene had moved on from the girl's death. There was some arguing amongst people in a dingy little room. The only safe room in the house, if he recalled correctly.

Something to his side shifts and then he feels a warmth pressed up against him. His reaction is immediate, head snapping over to you.

"It's cold," is all you offer for an explanation, drawing the shared blanket closer to you.

The heating system had broken down a while ago, so the two of you had opted to share a blanket. It was a large blanket — big enough for two people to share without ever having to touch the other. He figures it could probably fit three.

Hitoshi continues to stare.

"You're always warm," you clear your throat, pulling your end of the blanket up around you to hide your flushed cheeks.

"What am I, your personal heater?" he manages to joke, trying to ignore the heat creeping up the back of his neck.

"Yes," you declare simply.

He rolls his eyes fondly. Boldly, he slowly snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer against him.

For the body heat, he clarifies to himself.

There's no protest from your end, so he assumes he's in the clear. If anything, you're snuggling up against him and fuck if it isn't the cutest thing ever. It's getting harder to resist the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"We should do this more."

Your voice comes out quiet, tentative. Hitoshi licks his lips as he hums nervously.

"What, cuddling?" he says, half-joking.

"Yes," you say, completely serious.

Oh, fuck me.

"It's not annoying, is it?" you question, a bit of hesitation flickering about in your gaze.

"No," Hitoshi replies immediately, arm around your waist tightening a little. "Nah, 's fine."

The hum he hears from you is happy as you turn your attention back to the movie. The horror movie you had put on was just background noise to Hitoshi as he relaxes into you.

And if the two of you don't move from your positions long after the movie ends, well — that's only for you and him to know.

a/n: still not super comfy with how i write bakugou gAH i want to do the boy some justice bc he's got a lot going on,,, hopefully i'll get it with time

#shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo #keigo x reader #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki shouto #rainywriting

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bisexual-thoughtss · 1 year

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If you feel comfortable/motivated to write this-!

Can we get a Tim LaFlour x gn!reader who just really wants go down on Tim and body worship him. Like maybe Tim is a little self conscious about his soft stomach despite how much muscle he builds while playing hockey. And R just wants to show him how hot he is anyway.<3

I loved this request!! I hope you like it :-)

Tim Laflour x Reader

You’re perched in Tim’s lap as a long forgotten movie drones in the background, all your focus on kissing Tim senseless. You can tell you’re doing a good job of it when you pull back a little and he smiles goofily up at you, chasing your lips to try and close the distance. You don’t let him, instead reaching to pull off his shirt, but he distracts you by pressing light kisses down your neck that turn into playful nips around your collarbones. He pulls off your shirt, his big hands smoothing up your back to press you against him when you reach for his hem again. You pull away when he tries to kiss you, looking down at him quizzically.

“What going on?” You ask softly, carding your fingers through his hair, still fluffy from air drying after his post hockey practice shower.

“What do you mean?” He evades, pressing kisses against your chest and making you hum.

“Don’t try to distract me,” you pull his head away from you, “why won’t you let me take off your shirt?”

He sits silently, clearly trying to come up with a reason.

“Did you get hurt at practice? Are you okay? Should I get off?” You fret, starting to move off of him.

“No! No, I’m not hurt, you’re not hurting me,” he rushes out, holding your hips in place.

“Then what’s going on, baby?” You gently prod.

“I- it’s stupid,” he huffs.

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you,” you run your thumb across his cheekbone.

“I just- the guys in the locker room were all joking around comparing abs,” he mumbles, “and I’m so… soft.”

He spits the word soft like it’s a curse. Like it’s not your favorite part of him.

“Tim,” you breathe, “am I dating Mike? Or Joe? Or Tommy?”

“No?” He looks confused at your list of his teammates.

“No! I’m dating you,” you squeeze his cheeks lightly, making him fight a smile that threatens to show.

“And I love you, every part of you. Especially your tummy. It’s one of my favorite parts actually,” you tell him, his cheeks flaming red under your hands.

“Can I show you?” You ask, reaching for the hem of his shirt yet again. He lets you take it off this time, avoiding your eyes as if you’ve never seen him shirtless before. This lets you surprise him when you tug on his shorts too, and he lifts his hips without thinking to let you take them off as well. Crawling back into his lap, you pull him in for another heated kiss. You kiss him long enough for his hands to start to wonder again, then you start leaving kisses against the hinge of his jaw and down his neck. His hands tighten around your hips again and you sigh happily into his skin.

“Just because you don’t have defined abs doesn’t mean you’re not strong,” you tell him between kisses.

“Your shoulders are fucking built baby, perfect place for my legs,” you joke, your hands running down his arms and intwining your fingers with his.

“And your hands? Don’t even get me started on your fingers. So much bigger than mine, reach places inside me I never could,” you continue, his blush running down his chest now. He squeezes your hands playfully and you pretend to swoon so he’ll catch you.

“Ugh how could I forget your arms,” you squeeze his bicep where it’s still flexed to hold you up, “love when you wear sleeveless shirts. You don’t realize it but I’m literally always drooling over you.”

You press him to sit back into the pillows, shuffling down so you can kiss down his chest, playfully flicking your tongue over his nipple just to watch him squirm.

“I really do love your tummy,” you tell him, pressing kisses all around his bellybutton.

“So cute, perfect place to lay. And when you stretch and your shirt rides up just enough to get a glimpse, ugh,” you groan, biting gently at the little pooch under his bellybutton. He tries to squirm away, but you don’t let him, sucking little bruises into the soft flesh and teasing the skin at his waistband until he’s begging and straining against his boxers. You have a little mercy on him, pulling his boxers off and letting his hard length bob against his stomach. Kissing up his thighs to his hip bone you suck a pretty bruise there, kissing closer to his cock before pulling away suddenly.

“Have I mentioned I love your thighs too?” You ask and his head flops against the pillow as he groans, thinking you were finally going to touch him.

“Well I do, they’re my favorite place to sit,” you tell him, biting at his inner thigh lightly. “Except maybe your face,” you smirk and he whines, his cock twitching wetly against his belly. You lick up the fluid that’s pooled on his tummy, your tongue brushing against his jewelry. The minimal stimulation makes his hips twitch in search of more and you don’t deny him, running your tongue along the cold metal before dipping to trace along his slit and down his length. His breathing is already heavy when you take him into your mouth, and his groan is filthy when he nudges against the back of your throat. You take in the sensations, the weight of him on your tongue, his jewelry against the roof of your mouth, the smell of his skin surrounding you and making you dizzy with want for him. Ignoring your own arousal, you work to bring him as much pleasure as you can, suckling his tip for a moment before pulling off and jerking him lazily to give your jaw a little break.

“Good, baby?” You check in between kisses along his length and your tongue swirling around his head.

“So good, please,” he whimpers, and who are you to deny such a pretty boy begging for you.

The look on Tim’s face has a pulse of arousal shooting to your core as you take him back into your mouth. He raises his head to watch you just as you glance up through your lashes at him, making him groan as his head falls against the pillow again.

“I’m gonna come, baby,“ he gasps and you moan around him in encouragement. The vibrations send him over the edge, his thigh muscles twitching under your hands. When he comes down from his high, you’re crawling up to wrap yourself around him from the side, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You okay?” You chuckle as he tries to regulate his breathing.

“Give me a minute and I’m gonna thank you so well for that,” he huffs.

“You don’t have to,” you smile as you press little kisses to his shoulder.

“Oh yes I do,” he rolls on top of you unexpectedly, your giggles dissolving into moans as he makes good on his promise.

#tim laflour #tim laflour x reader #tim laflour imagine #senseless #senseless 1998

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hllfireclb · 1 year

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Imagine Eddie catching you with your glasses on!!!

Why I am thinking about this? Because I wear glasses myself but I hate them sometimes. I don’t want to wear them outside but I have to because if I don’t I literally don’t see anything that far away. Funfact: when I‘ve met Grace, Joe, Gaten and Jamie at the GCC in December they said the loved my hair and glasses and that‘s the only reason I‘m ok with wearing them outside🥹🥹 Grace even took a picture of me because she said I looked cute and one day later we had the same hair cut💔

ANYWAY I imagining it like this:

You‘re never wearing your glasses outside. Never. If someone would see you with them you‘d dig your own grave because it would be so embarrassing for you. It just doesn’t fit into the whole "you“ concept. Always wearing black, looking like a Rockerchick, just matching with your boyfriend Eddie all the time. If you’d wear your glasses which have a slight golden frame, just to see what‘s written on the board, everyone would probably laugh at you. Not like you care what others think but you‘re afraid that your friends will laugh about it too. They love to tease you, so they‘d definitely tease you about you wearing glasses too.

The "Rockerchick" has to wear glasses, how funny.

And your biggest fear? Eddie finding out that you literally can’t see shit and he starts to make fun of you. Or even worse, what if he thinks you look stupid?

Eddie‘s probably the last person to judge someone because of their look. Especially if the other person is someone who’s important to him, and you definitely are. You know that but the fear of not being perfect for him is too big. So you just keep it your little secret.

One day you‘re lying in your bed, wearing nothing but one of Eddie’s tees and your panties since you’re home alone. A book lingers between your hands, you’re adjusting your glasses on top of you’re nose and you‘re about to turn to the next page when you hear a knock on your window. Mindlessly you turn your head to look at whoever decided to visit you in the middle of the night, completely forgetting that you had your glasses on. That’s until you see your boyfriend’s surprised face on the other side of the glass. Fuck.

It doesn’t take you a second to pull them off your face, throwing them somewhere into the bed before jumping out of it. You walk over to the window, letting your boyfriend climb inside before closing the curtains. "Eddie it’s literally 2am! Why are you here?" You look at him but he doesn’t respond. Instead he walks to your bed and picks up the "Accessoire" that was lingering on your nose just a few seconds ago.

You freeze. He definitely saw you wearing them, there‘s no way he didn’t. You were directly looking at him. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Are these…are these yours?" He looks up at you, still holding your glasses between his fingers,making eye contact which causes you to feel your cheeks burn like fire. His voice is calm, there‘s no judgement in it all only curiosity. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you slowly nod. "Why did you never tell me that you wear glasses Sweetheart?" He laughs softly and you can see how he lifts his hands up to his face, before putting your visual aid on his own nose, testing if he‘s able to see through them like a curious child. Now you‘re the one who‘s laughing softly, answering with a soft nod only.

He puts them down again as he walks over to you before he puts your glasses back on your face, a soft smile forms on his lips while doing so. "You look adorable with them y/n" his voice is barely above a whisper. "You think so?" You whisper back at him, your eyes closed because of how embarrassed you feel. He nods yes "Hell yeah. Even though they also look badass on you" he grins as he places a soft kiss on top of your nose, causing another chuckle to escapes your lips.

Turns out Eddie loves your glasses. He thinks they fit you so goddamn good and they make you look even smarter than you already are. He steals them every now and then to wear them, just to see your precious reaction. Every time he comes over he makes you wear them so your poor eyes can relax a bit.

Yeah, Eddie just loves you so much it‘s unbelievable.

Masterlist

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #eddie one shot #eddie oneshot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson boyfriend #eddie munson x you #eddie my beloved

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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hi i loved part 1 of the morning after,and wondered if you could do a part two including winters,gene,toye and liedgott,and if you want to add any one else feel free,and on another note i feel like liebgott would feel so smug the morning after and lord have mercy i could only imagine toye morning voice,either way thanks for doing my first request xx

thank you for the request! Honestly you’re one of my biggest supporters so I want to thank you for filling my inbox, it always keeps me so motivated and excited to write!! Also I can’t believe I missed out so many of the boys in part 1 wtf?!?!?!?

Anyway, on with the headcanons, this will include some swearing and mentions of sex, but nothing too graphic, it’s mainly just fluff and a bit of flirting :)

Easy Boys the morning after Part 2.

Dick Winters:

Ugh, like Shifty he’s just soooo respectful isn’t he??

I think he’d be quite shy? Like he’d 100% be blushing the day after, and when you wake up and let out a soft groan but cuddle further into his chest omg he’s so soft for you.

he’d run a hand over your back, and when you’re awake enough he’d ask if you wanted a hot drink or something.

Probably gets in the bath with you and you both relax together, maybe you go for a round 2 in there? Idk but for now let’s keep it fluffy, it’s just soooo sweet and gentle and omg he’s so in love with you after.

Eugene Roe:

He’s sooo happy when he wakes up omg he’s smiling immediately remembering what happened the night before.

He really wants a cuddle and he’s feeling cheeky so even tho you’re asleep he’s sneaking a hand under you to pull your sleepy self onto his chest.

pulls the blankets over your naked chest just so you don’t feel exposed or weird when you wake up.

blushes when he sees your skimpy little underwear, like have you never seen a pair of knickers before Eugene? It’s been a really long time for him okay-

Sleepy kisses when you finally wake up.

he’d ask you if you’re okay, and later he’d probably double check he didn’t hurt you or anything?

genuinely cares about you and your comfort so so much, so if you were to go for round 2 he’d insist on pleasuring you, such a gentleman in bed seriously.

afterwards he’d probably do something really cute like wrap you in his army uniform and he can’t decide if it’s the hottest or cutest thing he’s ever seen.

Joe Liebgott:

How did I miss out Lieb in part 1 seriously?

I feel like yes, Lieb probably would have a little smug smile on his face because the sex the night before was realllll good and he’s super impressed and over the moon.

Like Jheeze, how is he with somebody so perfect? Like your all his and he’s super happy.

but then I feel like as soon as you wake up slightly a softness completely melts his heart and all the smugness kinda vanishes.

his eyes go all hazy and he’s shuffling further under the covers with you, running a hand over your bare arm and he’s all like, “hey stranger, you awake now?”

ahhhh he’d bring you in for a gentle cuddle and his real soft side comes out omfg he’s so gentle and I think you’d genuinely see a new side of Liebgott that makes you even more attached to him.

If things got a little rough the night before, he’s double checking you’re okay and making sure he didn’t go too hard or anything.

I think Joe genuinely would feel enchanted by you, like he’s seriously asking if you’ve put some kinda spell on him. Nah, he’s just deep in loveeeeee.

Joe Toye:

Why do I feel like he’d be trying to charm you all over again? Like I agree his raspy morning voice would be soooo sexy omg it’s hard to resist.

I feel like the two of you would be friends? Up until the point of last night (obviously) but you both finally cave into the tension between you both and it’s so good.

like even Joe would wake up with MF butterflies.

it’s all so romantic and sexy omfg- until Luz comes BARGING IN AND WOCOEMMFOEOW.

“Luz get the fuck outta here!!!!” Yeah the moments ruined but… Joe’s still down for cuddles and deffo would ask if you wanted to get breakfast with him?

George Luz:

Speaking of Luz…

I feel the night before would be so fun, like seriously a rollercoaster of emotions- only the good kind.

yeah he’s a massive goofball but he’s a huge softie, I have absolutely 0 doubts. Like he’d be so attentive.

so when you both wake up the next morning he’d be so happy and giggly, maybe even a little shy? Like he’d literally say out loud ‘how did I get so lucky with you, huh?’

would be a master of making you blush.

he’d then point out that you’re blushing and make you even more flustered ahhh.

but nah he just wants to make you smile and loves seeing you happy, especially the morning after, he feels like the two of you have really bonded and I think sex is important for George in fully sealing your relationship.

it would probably be a confidence boost for him as well and 1000% lingers on his mind for days after omfg.

Carwood Lipton:

Ahhhh omg such a handsome man. Waking up next to him would be a dream.

He’d be awake long before you, enjoying to wake up early and make the most of life, especially now he’s got you.

as soon as he sees your awake, he climbs back into bed with you. He’d be so chilled out and gentle, like he wouldn’t wanna embarrass you by bringing up how amazing last night was, so he just keeps it casual but he can’t hide the smile covering his face.

deep down getting laid makes Lip super frickin’ happy, but he’s so respectful, he’d never admit it out loud cos he’s just happy to be with you 😏.

he’s always cautious of squashing or hurting you, so the morning after he’s handing you a bottle of water and I think he’d 100% play with your hair because it’s so soothing.

Lingering, gentle kisses that are a reminder of the night before omg.

his hands remain a little too respectful, so if you want round 2 the morning after, just give his hands a little nudge in whatever direction and he’ll gain the confidence to take charge.

Bill Guarnere:

He’s good in bed and he knows it.

but he’s too mature to be cocky about it, instead he’d like to tease and joke with you about the night before.

he isn’t afraid to bring it up and ask how you enjoyed it??? Like he’s confident but also wants to ensure you’ve thoroughly enjoyed yourself, like it’s important for Bill to know you gained pleasure out of the sex too, if not more than he did!

Would call you his Angel and I swear to god I think he’d love to take the position as your personal slave for the day.

you want a bath running? He’s got it. You want a drink? He’ll bring 5 different ones for you to choose from.

He loves you so much, and no matter how much he’d teases and jokes with you, he’d legit worship the ground you walk on.

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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Hand in marriage right now- THAT WAS AMAZING! Honestly I loved it so much, making me go giggle and kicking my feet ugh 😭, do you think there will be a possibility that there will be a part 2?

Love your works so much <3

ok so i obviously left a lot of room there for more, SO FINE here's another part (and if you want more, you're gonna have to let me know because i think i might be able to pull 5 parts out of this if i tried really hard) enjoy! (also pls know that i still feel weird writing wesley) (i have only ever seen pics of him) (thats all) (rewritten 19 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.2K

Inevitable Sparks

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Oh, how the tables had turned.

Where before Wesley was always made to shut up about you, now it was Wesley who had to tell Joe that not everything he'd tell him involved or surrounded you.

"I'm actually not feeling great, I think the sushi I had last night was–" "Did you go for sushi with her?" Joe interrupted. "No..." Wesley narrowed his eyes at Joe. "I went with my dad." "Oh... yea, of course. Do you happen to know– like, does she like sushi?"

Wesley rolled his eyes at his friend who apparently, when it came to you, operated like he was in primary school still.

From a very specific angle, it was cute.

From all the other ways to look at it, it was mostly annoying and frankly a little pathetic, Wesley thought.

You and Joe had only met the one time at your flat, and you'd talked for a little while before you'd mingled with your other friends and had left Joe to join Wesley on the balcony from where he could just stare at you through the window.

You had seen Joe stare. You'd definitely noticed. But you'd also done your very best to pretend you hadn't been aware of it at all.

And Wesley had, to his dismay, seen all of it from up close and concluded that you were both terrible at this.

"I don't know, man. Ask her yourself." Wesley said, hoping to not become the middle man for the two of you, but entirely aware that, he probably already was.

"I would, if you gave me her number..." Joe tried, eyebrows high up on his face, giving his friend questioning eyes.

Wesley laughed, sat up and tried to imitate his friend's face as best he could. "Can you pass her this note to see if she like likes me?"

It was a dig at Joe, but it made him laugh heartily anyway.

"She's taking me to an exhibition tomorrow," Wesley then revealed. "You could book yourself a ticket and tag along, if you want," he shrugged, knowing you wouldn't mind it.

You'd more than not mind it, actually. Wesley was getting this bullshit from both sides.

"No, come on," Joe waved a hand at Wesley, frowning. "I wouldn't want to intrud– what time you guys heading over?" Joe cut in on himself as he'd whipped his phone out to check his schedule, making Wesley shake his head at him.

Joe was an idiot.

Meeting Wesley outside Kensington High Street station, he had let you know he was bringing a surprise, and you'd expected maybe a crunchie bar, or a hot cup of coffee.

You choked on your own spit when you saw him emerge from the station with Joe by his side.

"Joe loves the Design Museum," Wesley said when in your earshot, obviously sarcastic, but all three of you were smiling.

You were all entirely too aware of the situation at hand, but none of you called a spade a spade and just let the truth float in the air in between you.

"Yea? You into ASMR, Joe?" you asked, challenging him slightly.

Joe blinked his eyes and searched for the right words, the noises coming from his mouth a stumbling mess of various vowels.

Obviously, he had no idea what he was in for.

"We'll see, won't we?" Joe eventually replied, and you saw Wesley behind him with a furrowed brow and one corner of his mouth pulled out, shaking his head, and it made you giggle.

And Wesley had been right.

Joe hated every second of the Weird Sensation Feels Good exhibition; an immersive experience where you got to both experience and create ASMR-type visuals and audios.

You lived for this kind of stuff, and had paid for Wesley's ticket after being unable to talk him into tagging along without you getting it for him.

When you'd entered, you'd distanced yourself a little from the boys and wandered from padded space to padded space, soaking up information, learning about how brains worked, what triggers there were and eventually, you sat down at a table that held microphones, headphones and an array of brushes to use.

When you sat down and placed the clunky headphones over your ears, you saw Wesley and Joe wander in.

Wesley immediately gravitated towards an installation of hanging bags holding different substances to squish and grab, all of them meant to be satisfying.

Joe, on the other hand, saw the chair opposite you was empty, and made his way over to sit down.

"Hi," you said softly, smiling, unaware of the volume of your voice since you weren't able to hear yourself.

Joe just smiled and reached for the other pair of headphones to put on.

In front of you were two microphones, and you used a finger to tap at one. You heard nothing, but saw Joe flinch at the sound and it made you chuckle softly.

As playful payback, Joe did the same to the other, tapping it harder than you did, making you laugh louder as the noise of it consumed everything.

You were the first to take a brush, and you swiped it over your own microphone first before moving it to brush at his. Joe ducked his head into his shoulders at the sound and frowned deeply; his whole body cringed and he was quick to push your hand away from his mic.

"Is that meant to relax me?" Joe's angered confusion made you laugh.

You gave it another try, enjoying how strongly Joe reacted to it.

"That's infuriating," he concluded, but took hold of a brush himself, giving it another try at his own microphone, looking at it with disgust painting his features.

"Hate that. Hate it, hate it."

Joe had to take the headphones off.

You were well aware you were in a museum that was meant to solely relax people, but there were giggles stuck in your throat that you couldn't keep in. A blush creeping up your neck towards the apples of your cheeks that you couldn't stop.

Then Joe moved to your microphone, and you were immediately triggered.

Triggered the nice way.

The noise of the soft bristles against the mic sent tingles from your scalp, all the way down your spine, and for some reason, they ended at the backs of your thighs.

Fuck.

That was nice.

Too nice.

It was relaxing, but it was awkward, because this was Joe's doing and he was looking at you, intrigued at the effect it had.

"Is that working?" you could see the smile tugging at his cheeks, and you gave an embarrassed nod.

"Is it actually?" Joe's open-mouthed smile grew.

It was far too intimate a moment for the two of you to be having, Joe holding power over bodily responses you had like that in a public setting with Wesley in the room?

Not okay.

You looked over at Wesley who was then stood at a different headphone station and found him practically drooling as he was listening to something with his eyes closed.

"I think Wesley's too into this," you said as you removed your headphones and pointed, making Joe turn in his seat and suppress a laugh.

"That's... that's not right. Entirely inappropriate. Wesley, mate! Get a room, just for yourself,"

You noticed how every single thing Joe said made you blush and giggle, and you silently scolded yourself for it.

Get yourself together, woman.

You weren't 12 and not everything Joe said was funny.

Be an adult.

A grown up.

Behave.

You were lucky, because Joe hadn't even noticed in the slightest that your ears were glowing.

Oh, he'd noticed the giggles, but he had also been out to get them from you, so it didn't feel overdone.

He also didn't have time to think about what you were thinking, because every time he got close enough to talk to you, his mind ran at a million miles per hour to figure out how to work your phone number into the conversation.

What subtle comment or question could fall from his lips that would have you reach over for his phone to put your number in?

Add to that the fact that this museum held a lot of headphone-wearing and not a lot of room chitchat.

So instead, he settled for enjoying the view of you, for now.

A little while later, you had outstretched yourself on a grey fuzzy art piece that was meant to look like the inside of a brain next to Wesley, both in headphones, looking at a screen.

You were relaxed.

This exhibition was definitely living up to the name of it; it was all weird sensations, and it all felt good.

From across the room, Joe looked at the two of you, and he stared long enough for Wesley to eventually feel his friend's eyes on him.

Wesley furrowed his brow at Joe when they made eye contact, and a silent nonverbal conversation ensued.

He gave his chin a tiny nod upwards, asking Joe what he wanted from him. Joe copied his friend's frown, and nodded his head to the side, meaning for Wesley to move away from you. To make space for Joe.

Wesley looked at you for a second, and you seemed completely enthralled by what you were experiencing.

He decided that Joe wasn't allowed to disturb you.

You hadn't taken Wesley to this exhibition just so Joe could flirt with you, and in that moment, he felt protective over you the way he'd feel protective over a younger sister.

Wesley looked back at Joe and gave his head a tiny shake. It made Joe drop his head and groan in defeat.

Maybe you could go for a coffee after.

Or if he was lucky, a pint or two.

Joe could maybe get your phone number then.

Except he didn't, because the more he thought about it, the more he let his nerves grow until they formed a giant mountain Joe couldn't compete against.

Even when two people got up in a packed tube and you and Joe were quick to snag the seats, Joe still didn't muster up enough courage to casually ask for it.

And so when you had to part ways because you had to change for another line to make your way home, it was a quick simple 'see you later' for Joe, and the quickest of quick hugs for Wesley before you stepped off the train.

Wesley plopped down next to Joe and slapped him hard on the knee.

"Great job mate, glad you got her number," Wesley joked as Joe looked out the window behind him, giving you a small wave as the tube took off and he got a last glimpse of you walking down the platform.

"Just– could you please just give it to me?" Joe pleaded as he turned back to his friend, making Wesley laugh loudly.

"Absolutely not. I've introduced the two of you to each other. I've done my part."

However, what Wesley hadn't anticipated, is that you also needed Wesley's help.

The second you had service on your phone, you couldn't help but text him.

"saw you take a pic of us, i need it", quickly followed by, "for scientific purposes obvs".

The second Wesley had service on his phone, he read your message but waited until he was away from Joe to reply.

Wesley had, in fact, snuck a picture of you sat together on the tube. It was slightly blurry, and you'd both been looking up to check the tube map across from you - unnecessarily so, you both knew where you were going and where you needed to get off.

When Wesley sent the pic, you followed it up with, "give me his number", and Wesley let out the loudest most annoyed sigh he could pull from his lungs.

You were both useless.

He took a minute to think it over. He'd been so adamant he wasn't going to give Joe your number that it almost felt wrong to just hand you his. At the same time, he'd had enough of Joe's pestering and didn't need your harassment added into the mix. So, he thought of something to put all three of you out of misery.

You were zooming in on the blurry photo of you and Joe on the tube, thinking what a terrible photographer Wesley was, but how good the two of you looked together, when suddenly you got a notification.

You'd been added to a group chat called "two halfwits make a whole" and, curiously, the image of it was the one you'd just been staring at.

"What the..."

You opened the group chat and were met with an empty chat screen, Wesley's name and an unknown number at the top.

Joe.

Then a message from Wesley popped up.

"Here you go, idiots"

Followed swiftly by the notice, "Wesley left".

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Not The Same Anymore |J.B

Warnings/A.N: Angstyyyy. Arguments. Cussing. Mentions of Alcohol. Small mention of sex. Not my best work but wanted to post something. Sorry for any errors 🖤 (maybeeeee I’ll make a part 2 of y’all want it)

You were sitting in you car looking at the message from an unsaved number over and over again. You couldn't believe what it said and you thought it was a sick joke but no.

"Hey Y/N, this is Amanda, Joe's girlfriend. I've been thinking and I think it's best if you don't come to Joe's party tonight. I've seen the way you look at him and interact with him and frankly it's disrespectful to our relationship and me especially. I don't appreciate how close you two are and how flirty you are with him. So I think it's best if you didn't show. But if you decide to come, know we have security and they know not to let you in."

You felt humiliated, shocked, angry and hurt. You thought his girlfriend liked you. You and Joe have been really good friends since Ohio State and always ,he made an effort to include you in his life even after he made it big. You hadn't seen him in almost a year now due to his busy schedule though. You had been excited all week to go to the party he was throwing at his house, which he never did. You hadn't seen him in such a long time and you had just gotten in your car to drive over there when you had received that message.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what happened you decided to still go out anyways. The night was still young and you were dressed up. You didn't want this to ruin your night. Pissed off, you ended up at your bestfriends house. "Y/N?" Your best friend asks in confusion. "I thought you were going to Joe's Party?" She asks. You don't say anything but show her your phone. She reads the text and her jaw drops. "What the fuck? Oh, Y/N I'm so sorry. That's awful, what the hell is her problem?!" She says ushering me inside. "I feel like an idiot, I thought she was cool with me. Why would she do this? Especially the night of the party?" I ask. "Cause she's a total insecure bitch." Your best friend says making you laugh.

"C'mon, I'll get dressed and we can hit up some bars in downtown!" She says patting my back. "Yeah, I really need that." You nod giving her a small smile. You wait a little while for her to get ready. You sat on her couch debating on texting Joe some lame excuse about not being able to make it but honestly, he probably won't even care that you ended up not showing up. Your best friend finally finishes getting ready and you split an uber between the both of you to downtown.

We make our way to the first bar which wasn't too packed with people and we order our first drinks. "So, tell me how'd that date with what's his face go?" I ask my best friend. "It was good, we ended up going back to mine." She says blushing. " Oooo... was he good?" i wiggle my eyebrows. "I'm still sore..." she says and I squeal in excitement making her blush and laugh. "I'm so happy for you girl, he is super cute!" I say sipping my drink. "How about you? No one new?" she asks. "Nah. Works been so busy this is literally my first night out since we went out for Jackie's birthday! "I shake my head.

"Do you...still like...you know who?" she frowns. "I...don't know. I don't think I do, it's been so many years. He's obviously been dating other people & I think he sees me as a sister so it's not like that would ever work." I shake my head. "So that's a..yes that you still like him. Maybe, if that's the case then it's best that you didn't go to the party tonight after all, I know you're friendship with Joe means a lot to you but if you deep down have feelings for him, seeing him date anyone else is just going to ruin you for the rest of your life." She says. "Yeah, maybe so." I shrug taking another sip of my drink feeling embarrassed that you just basically admitted to still having a crush on someone from college.

The night goes on and we bar hop through the night. Meeting up a few people we know and around 12am at a crazy loud bar, you notice a few missed calls and text messages on your phone. By now you were feeling every ounce of liquor in your system. You open the text messages and see that they were from Joe.

Joey 🏈: Hey, you on your way? -10:12pm

Joey🏈: If you need the address again, let me know! -10:37pm

Joey🏈: Are you alright? still haven't heard from you...-11:24pm

Joey🏈: If you didn't want to come, could of just told me...not fucking cool to just ghost me like this -12:13am.

and in between those text messages were missed calls from him. You show your best friend the messages and she shakes her head. "Seems like she didn't tell him about uninviting you & is making you seem like the bad guy here. What royal bitch!" She shakes her head. "I don't even care anymore. I'm not dealing with this high school type of drama, we're not even as close as we used to be anymore for all this, he's probably just drunk and will forget about me in the morning." you shake your head putting your phone in your pocket and continuing your fun night out.

***********

The next morning you left your best friends house hung over as hell and made your way back to your apartment. You felt like absolute shit, but you had so much fun and appreciated her for going out with you to get your mind off things. Once you make it back home you take a much need shower and do your best to rehydrate yourself with a liquid IV. You definitely were not holding up like you used to after a night out and needed to nurse those hangover for the rest of the day.

As you popped a few aspirins in the kitchen, there was a loud knock on your door. You sigh and drag your feet over to the front door before opening it thinking it was annoying neighbor again asking you to walk more softly but you completely froze when you saw who it was. "Uh, hey..wh-what are you doing here?"You ask awkwardly as you look at the tall blonde in front of you. He also looked like he had quite the night last night.

"Can we talk?" Joe says obviously upset. "Sure." you say letting him in. You were nervous for what was about to come and also wondered how in the hell did he remember your address when you only gave it to him one time because he wanted to send you Bengals merch when he got drafted a few years back.

"Did I do something to you?" he asks as you shut the door. "What? No, why would you think that?" You ask. "Well, for starters you completely left me hanging last night. Then you ignored my calls AND left me on read. What the hell is your deal?" He asks crossing his arms and looking at you. "Nothing is my deal Joe, I just got caught up." You sigh giving him that lame excuse that you knew better than to give him. "Don't give me that bull shit Y/N, I saw your instagram story, you were at a bar! Multiple! Given what I saw!" He scoffs. "Why do you even care if i make it to your party or not? i'm sure the 100 other people there and your girlfriend were enough! You're a celebrity now remember? I'm just some girl you met in college that you barely speak to anymore." You snap back.

"Because you're one of my best friends! You're not some girl I met in college?! So, I expected to be something of a priority to you like you are to me!" He says and you sigh shaking your head. "Joe, I'm sorry I didn't go to your party last night, but aren't you blowing this a little out of proportion? We definitely don't prioritize each other, not since the day you left Ohio state...We barely see each other anymore, I mean last year we both forgot to text one another for each others birthdays...it's just not the same anymore and you know it." you sigh pushing your hair back and he shakes his head looking up at your ceiling clearly trying to keep his cool.

"I just don't understand why you would tell me twice during the week that you were going and then ignore me, to then find out you were bar hopping instead? I don't care how much has changed between us. It's fucked up! and it's something I'd never do you! When I say I'm going to do something, I mean it and I do it." He says sounding hurt which absolutely destroyed you inside. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him but you were getting very upset at being the bad guy.

Without saying anything you went and grabbed your phone. You opened Amanda's text handing him your phone and a look of confusion played upon his face. He reads the message and his face completely falls. "Y/N... I- I had no idea she sent you this message. I- "It's fine Joe, I get it. If I'm making her feel uncomfortable than I just need to step back and leave you alone." You shrug. "No, you don't! This isn't okay. She lied to me and crossed the line. I'm sorry Y/N... I truly didn't know and shouldn't came over here like this." Joe shakes his head looking back at the message. He was becoming enraged which didn't happen often, he was always so stoic & mellow. Even when they lost the super bowl and the AFC he barely showed any emotion on that.

"Maybe she's right you know, maybe I have crossed boundaries and should take a step back." you shrug and his head snaps up at you. "What are you saying?" he asks and you take a deep breath. "Maybe I am too flirty or too close with you and we should just be friends from a far or...not at all. I don't know...but I do know you really like Amanda and she comes first ya know? It's normal, it's what happens when you get in a serious relationship, things change with friendships around." You say holding in tears. "Y/N... C'mon don't do this over some stupid misunderstanding, we've gotten through much worse than this." Joe says swallowing hard.

"Have we? Cause I don't ever remember feeling like this when it comes to you. This is the first time you've ever been upset at me. It'll be better this way Joey & you know that was no misunderstanding. I'll still be watching every game & supporting every thing that you do. That you can always count on." I say hiding my sadness with a laugh.

"So that's it? Our friendship is just tossed in the trash because Amanda apparently says so?" He fake laughs. "Joe, our lives at a point where they're just different. It happens!! I mean look at you and Seth! You two were also inseparable in college and now look? He's married with kids and living in New York. When was the last time you heard from him? I think... I think our time is just up and you need to focus on your career and your relationship." You say letting a tear stream down your face.

"This is some bullshit you know, you were supposed to be there when I win the Super Bowl, when I finally get married and I finally had kids. Like you were there for me with the transfer to LSU, the NCAA win, The draft, my injury & making to the Super Bowl... shit you even helped me unpack when I bought my house out here and you're telling me that this is just what happens between friends because of life? Do you not remember, I'm also the guy that would look after you in college & make sure you'd make it back to your dorm after getting trashed at all these stupid parties your friends that I'm sure you don't even talk to either would drag you to? I was the one that would drive you to your parents every time you felt homesick, the one that would help you out with papers and studying?...that means nothing huh? Over a fucking bull shit text!?" He scoffs.

"Joe- No save it Y/N. You clearly made a choice here before I even walked through that door and without even talking to me about it. Have a nice life, Y/N." He says handing your phone back to you and storming out of the house slamming the door behind him without even taking one last glance to you. You couldn't help but let out a small sob and let the tears finally flow. This hurt way more than you could ever imagine. Letting your best friend and the only guy you've ever loved slip through you're fingers forever.

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post-office-by-the-bay · 3 days

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this is your second mate giselle speaking,

HII COVEY!!! how was prom??? and how are you doing??? anyways, omg i have a little love life update (the legacy of aphrodite is coming out) and it’s pretty crazy!!! okay so first of all, i met this amazing guy, let’s call him joe. so i’ve seen joe around in the halls since like september and i’ve always been like woah i love his style he’s so cute and he was so silly like so adorable. and he’s waved to me in the hallway before even though we didn’t even know each others names, and he’s smiled at me, OMG AND ONCE HE TRIED TO THROW SOMETHING INTO THE TRASH CAN AT LUNCH AND HE MISSED AND THIS DUDE FR PUT BOTH HANDS ON TOPD OF HIS HEAD AND GOES “OH NO 😨” IN THE MOST DRAMATIC WAY AND I BURST OUT LAUGHING- anyways, so we made eye contact and i felt really bad and embarrassed because i was laughing with him but he didn’t know that, but we make eye contact and he just smiles at me like- i ascended into heaven. anyways, turns out my friend is besties with him so she was like imma put u on fr fr. so she like talked to some of his friends as well and they were like oh yeah i know giselle blah blah she’s really pretty and i think she’d go great with joe! and like trust me, we would’ve been AMAZING TOGETHER. like, basically he’s a skater boy and i’m like coquette, rory gilmore, academic weapon yk? like he was fr a punk (skater) and i did ballet (figure skating) so it was like perfect because i’m also really academically driven and he def isn’t failing but yk he isn’t like me? like imagine a short (i’m 5’2) girl in a black turtle neck carrying her books that takes things way too seriously and is super uptight with her brunette hair in a bun, and then a guy with super messy curls that’s super tall and really lanky with baggy jeans and sweaters and headphones that is super chill all of the time just balancing her out! literally the lyric “you know how to ball i know aristotle” by taylor swift! and our mutual friends said he would get me to loosen up and he’s super sweet and i’d get him to lock in for once and i’ll being calmness and stuff into his life. it would’ve been opposites attract! so we meet, we hit it off, he says he liked my outfit, (he even stood up to talk to me instead of just sitting down at his lunch table!), asked for my number, and he laughed at all of my jokes, i made him nervous (in the good way), and it was just so amazing. and afterwards i heard him saying like “woah she was so pretty thank you for introducing me to her sm” to my friend. and now we’re texting nonstop and he’s trying to meet me after class and walk me from club meetings (i asked him to pick me up from class and he went “time and place” LIKE OMG!!!) and we have the same music taste and and and one day he leaves me on opened… just completely ghosts. and i ask him if he wants to walk around and he goes “nah i have to lock in for this class” which like yea i get! but combined with the ghosting and becoming dry and bored with me… and he hasn’t responded for six days… and all of our friends are so confused because even his closest friends were like dude he likes you i know him trust me (body language, the way he acted with me, the fact that he gave me his number, and the fact that they know him super closely). i’m just like torn because idk what happened! anyways this is the longest thing i’ve ever written and i hope i wasn’t boring you 😭 but yea my love life will definitely make aphrodite proud!!! at least it’s entertaining… oh and you don’t have to like give me advice or anything if you don’t want to i thought it’d just be fun to update you on my crazy love life! spilling the tea is one of my many passions frfr

this is your second mate giselle signing off,

with love,

dior giselle

my beloved heart, dior, giselle

OH MY GOD WHAT IS BRO DOING???? NOT HIM FUMBLING WHAT IS GOING ON????

the switch up is kinda insane...i wonder if like maybe hes feeling insecure or something??? like maybe he likes you too much and feels like hes not good enough or something??? i dont know boys are so confusing sometimes i wish i didn't like them lmao-

anyways, i hope you reached out to you eventually!! you guys do seem like you'd make a cute couple!!

all my love,

covey 𐙚⊹ ࣪ ˖

#hey this is your captain speaking ₊✩‧｡⋆𐙚 𓆝 #second mate giselle ࿐༉༉

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dudefrommywesterns · 1 year

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Ship: Mike x Joe Ricco

Word Count: 900

Description: Ricco takes Mike golfing at his country club.

A few weeks later, Joe invited them out to his country club.

It was clear that Joe needed this time out: he’d been yelled at, shot at, and driven off the road over the course of the Frankie Steele case. If Mike was being honest, they needed this too. Nearly being killed at the ACLU fundraiser had not been a date they wanted to remember. Being with Joe had proven to be much more stressful than they had expected.

Mike was never one for golf. They weren’t sure what the protocol for a date to a country club was. Was it BYOG? Bring your own golf club? What did you wear? Mike supposed it would be a lot of richer older men, and maybe their wives gossiping over lunch. It all seemed a lot more fancy than Mike knew how to deal with, or Joe seemed like he would enjoy.

When Mike arrived, Joe was waiting for them at the front with his dog, Hank, on a leash. He looked as casual as they ever saw him, just in slacks and a sweatshirt. Mike was relieved.

“Isn’t it a little cold for that short little skirt?” Joe asked them as they walked up.

“It’s not that short,�� Mike retorted.

“Hey, I’m not complaining. I just don’t want you to catch a cold.”

He slid an arm around their waist as they walked.

“So, did I have to bring my own golf club? I don’t have a golf club. I don’t play golf.”

Joe chuckled warmly. “No, I have an extra one. You’ll be fine.”

Mike and Joe got set up at the first hole, where a few others already were. A brown haired middle aged man in a baby blue cardigan noticed Joe and approached them. Joe almost looked annoyed.

“Looks like you were right about Frankie Steele. Who would’ve thought?” he said casually. His gaze moved to Mike. “Ricco, who’s your young friend?”

“Mike’s uh…” he looked at Mike for assistance.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Mike said easily.

The man gave Joe a knowing look. “Wow. Great job. You’ve still got it. She’s a real pretty young thing.”

Mike wanted to slap him in the face.

After he walked off, Mike asked Joe. “Does he think you’re robbing the cradle? How old do I look?”

Joe gave them a squeeze with his arm. “Don’t worry about him. A lot of people at this club are uppity assholes. I’m just here for the golf.”

“Is he going to be at every hole? “ Mike asked.

“Not if we wait here a minute.”

When he’d moved on, Joe took his golf club, set up his ball, and swung. Mike learned very quickly what Hank was here for.

“Do you always miss that badly?” Mike asked as Hank ran to fetch the ball that Joe had overshot.

“No. Hank needs exercise. I always miss a few shots for him.”

Mike laughed. “You won’t have to as long as I’m here. I even suck at mini golf.”

He grinned. “Hank’ll be glad to hear that.”

When it was Mike’s turn, sure enough, the ball went out of bounds.

Joe looked around slyly and called to Hank, “Go get it, Hank. Go get it.”

Mike laughed with their whole body as the old dog returned with a ball in his mouth, and his tongue waving in the wind.

“You two are too cute,” they said.

Every hole continued like this. Joe’s ball got to the hole in a couple strokes, Mike continually missed, and Hank went to fetch the ball.

“At this rate,” Joe joked at hole number 5. “We won’t get to hole 18 until I’m in a hole in the ground.”

“Don’t look at me! I don’t even like golf. It’s you I like.”

Hank titled his head at them.

“Don’t worry, Hank, I like you too.”

“Do you want to get a lemonade?” Joe asked them.

“If you want to keep playing, that’s alright with me.”

“No, that’s alright. I’m tired of chasing Hank around trying to get the balls back anyway.”

The pair returned to the main building where Joe bought them both a lemonade.

“I had a good time,” Mike said.

“You shot 7 or 8 over par on every hole.”

Mike waved their hand. “I already knew I was bad at sports. I meant I liked spending time with you.”

“Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked them.

“No, that’s alright. You can walk me out though.”

Joe held their waist as they walked, just as he had on the way in. It made Mike feel mushy on the inside.

“Uh, well, goodbye Joe,” Mike said.

“This is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” Joe joked as he removed his arm from their waist.

Mike looked at his lips for a while. Whether it had been seconds or minutes, they couldn’t say. All they knew was impulse took over and his head was in their hands and his lips were on theirs. His arms snaked around their back and pulled them closer.

Just as quickly as the kiss started, it ended, and Mike found themselves in Joe’s arms, centimeters from his face.

“Looks like we’re back on schedule.”

Mike flushed. “Well, um, goodbye. Again.”

Joe gave them one more quick peck to their lips and said goodbye.

The whole world felt like it was spinning on the bus ride home.

#♡ right now you're supposed to be in my arms — ⌜ joe ricco ⌟#self ship #self shipping community #typewriter dings

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mishs-online · 1 day

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How society has veered from old romance: “Romanticizing not being romantic”

By: Michelle Pereira

Nowadays, people don’t see romance as a necessity. I believe romance is one of the most beautiful things in the world. When it’s healthy, it can be the best thing ever. I am in love. So, this is from the standpoint of a taken person. (Even if I were single, I’d think the same thing.)

In my view, romance and love should be thrilling. “Yes, please take me on dates!” “You bought me flowers because I was upset? I love you!” People my age, honestly, usually use each other. For example, in my school, dudes will go for you until you give them something they want, then drop you. Yes, there is a percentage of healthy couples, but the toxic ones overrule that.

An example of this is this couple. They were together for about 3 years. Let’s call the girl Jane and the guy Joe. Jane and Joe were always together, posting each other, their hands couldn’t get off each other, etc. Joe was a known player, and so was she. Honestly, I thought they were fine. It turns out they were both cheating on each other. Then they broke up, and Joe got with another girl. Let’s call her Anna. Anna and Joe did the same with the posting, hands, and yadada. Well, Joe’s secretly with Jane. Yeah, Jane and Anna got beat up for it. Anyway, the moral of the story is that toxicity is draining. All the parties in the stories got hurt. Literally. (Side comment: Jane was also going to fake being pregnant or get pregnant by another dude and say it’s Joe’s baby so he can stay.)

I know what you must be thinking: ‘Who the heck goes to your school?’ Well, you don’t want to be like them. My best advice is to be friends with someone before dating them. If you jump into a relationship, who knows what that person is like? You could be dating a serial killer, for all you know.

Anyway, toxicity is so normalized nowadays. Search up on TikTok right now, #toxic. I’ll bet you my kidney that most of them are about relationships or how to be toxic. Why are we romanticizing toxic behaviors? Geez, I know you guys have issues, but have some self-respect. (I have issues too, I can say this. Don’t cancel me, please, and thank you. <3)

I’ve always wanted love, like in those 2000s movies. I just finished “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” and boy, oh boy, I loved rewatching it. I am a big person for effort. If you can’t put effort into me, why should I waste my energy on you? It might sound corny, but I love, love. Hence, why I am writing a whole article on it. I’ve always seen those guys with boomboxes trying to get the girl’s love or simply sharing an umbrella because it’s raining. WHERE IS THE CHIVALRY, GUYS? Like, Jose, do you think I’m going to sneak you in but you won’t meet my mom? What sense does that make? I know there are certain cases, like bad parents, but as long as you respect me and aren’t a dick, we’re good. (I don’t want yours, dude.)

Why are we so lazy now? This goes for everyone. I know I’ve been coming at dudes, but here’s my counter. Girls, gays, whoever, y’all gotta put effort in. Relationships are a two-way street. Unless you both are into something else. Then, I don’t know, man, you do you.

By old romance, I mean about the movies. Yes, there were cute love stories back then, but I know when people say this, others are like, "Yeah, but what about the abuse?”. I am in no way talking about that. I get that back then, abuse was kind of seen as normal. There were propaganda posters on how the “perfect woman” should be.

To be honest, people are so focused on intimacy. If both you and your partner are on the same page, great! Do whatever, be safe. Do not force anything on anyone. This goes for both parties.

To my ladies looking for men, do not, and I repeat, do not chase. You can make moves and such, sure. If a dude shows you something that’s a red flag or doesn’t seem interested, don’t chase him.

You are so much better than some dude who probably doesn’t even know how to properly clean his room, babe.

Here’s a list of my favorite romance movies:

- “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” (2003)

- “50 First Dates” (2004)

- “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” (2002)

- “13 Going on 30” (2004)

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gtzel · 9 months

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Why do people chose to be jerks?

So about four months ago i was at my youth group chillin with my friend, when these two boys came up and sat next to us. I thought nothing of it and continued my conversation. One says ‘excuse me’ a few times before I finally realize that he was talking to me. He says that his friend (who was sitting next to him) thinks I was cute. (This was the first time someone had complimented me on my looks)

I got flustered and thanked him before bashfully turning and continuing my convo. A minute later the boys get my attention again. The one asks if I can give my number to his friend, to which I politely decline. I then proceed to get up with my friend and leave bc I was flustered and couldn’t talk right. The night ends and I go home thinking about the boy. I was so happy.

Fast forward a few weeks, and i haven’t seen him, but his friends continue to wingman for him. After about a month I finally decide to talk to them, the boy was there and I ask him his name, which(for privacy reasons I will change it) his friend tells me, is joe. So I try talking to joe directly but he pulls his hood up and walks away. Weird.

A few more weeks pass and I talk to his friends, they tell me how ‘much he likes me’ and ‘how he talks about me all the time’ which, okay…weird, but I was flattered. I ask them if they are telling the truth to which they promise me it is. So, I ask for his number through his friends, and they give me it.

I text the number asking if it is him, to which the owner of the number says no, and to please not text. Weird…but I figured that ‘maybe his friends just missed a digit or something’ and blow it off. I continue talking to joes friends, who try to talk him up to me. (Note that I have never even heard this guy talk b4) I try to talk to him a few times, but he just walks away. I assume that he’s just shy, or awkward.

So skip to this past week, at my youth group. I see him, but have already gotten over him. Telling myself that it would never work out anyways. But when I see him with his friends, they keep side eyeing me. Weirrrd….but whatever. I finally decide to chalk it up and finally try talking to him.

When I got to talk to him he blatantly ignores me. Very weird…. So I ask his friend why he was ignoring me. To which he replies that he didn’t know. I walk away, but a few minutes later they both come over to me to talk.

I’m excited, I can finally talk to joe! My heart rate is pulsing, and I’m a flustered mess. Joe speaks and says “yeah, so I’m actually not interested in you at all. My friends were just joking around and it didn’t mean anything” my heart sinks. I say something like ‘oh yeah, I wasn’t interested either, i just wanted a friend’ or whatever, but inside I’m devastated.

These guys played with my feelings for 4 months! They flirted with me, made me feel wanted, and happy. But it was all a joke to them. Some kind of sick game that toyed with my feelings. I didn’t cry, because that would just be pathetic, but I felt like someone ripped out my heard and tore it apart.

I forgive them for doing that to me, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not hurt. I already have issues with relationships, and abandonment, and rejection. But now they are all the worse. I was really hurt, and still am. I feel like trash, unwanted and unappreciated. And I don’t think I’ll be able to trust anyone with my heart like that again for a long time.

I know it was all fun and games for them, but what they did, flattering me and then rejecting me, it really hurt.

So I hope you can learn a lesson from my mistakes. Don’t let people play with you. That’s not to say you should shut people out completely, just guard your heart. People don’t deserve to feel the way I feel, especially if they are already insecure about this stuff. Just remember that, Jesus loves you, and will never reject you. He accepts you for who you are, and will always be there for you. People can be jerks, heck! They chose to be jerks, but we should still forgive them.

If you read this far, feel free to ask me anything if you need to. Thanks for reading through my long vent, and I hope you have a great day. God bless, and goodnight.

#vent blog #vent post #personal vent #vent #ed vent #read #rejection #oof that sucked #sad stories #sad story #jesus loves you

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machinecreature · 1 year

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Hi!! :D

Please tell us everything that we need to know about Joe and Troy. ☺️

I know absolutely nothing about them but am SO WILLING to sit here and listen to true stories about them!!!

my time HAS COME >:)

when i started watching the nfl seriously a couple years ago i jokingly was like, lol there's something going on between joe buck and troy aikman. and i quickly then realized, wayament.. there totally actually is.

joe buck is an american football commentator for the nfl (previously he also did baseball but just does football now). he's the son of a legendary sports broadcaster (nepo baby!!) and is kind of polarizing i guess bc he's a bit goofy and some people don't like how he commentates. i first got exposed to him for baseball when i got into baseball in 2016 and i happen to like his voice and how he carries himself. i like silly bitches idk. he's been doing nfl broadcasts since 1994.. he was employed by fox for his whole career until moving to espn in 2022. also he's addicted to hair plugs and has a podcast called "daddy issues" ...make of that what you will.

troy aikman is a former nfl quarterback for the cowboys who does color commentary on nfl broadcasts, also for over 20 years now. he and joe have been partners in the broadcast game for 22 years. i think everyone likes troy. he can also be goofy but in a way that's less annoying than joe to ppl? idk but he's a great football mind. and an all-american hottie, i mean.

bro looks the exact same lmaooo anyway

troy joined fox in 2001 and started working with joe in 02. at first the booth also included cris collinsworth, but eventually cris left, probably because he was sick of being a third wheel.

so over the years joe and troy became a formidable broadcast pairing but also became...CLOSE FRIENDS! how did they become close friends and develop chemistry you ask...

uh ok. ok aight

also they bonded bc they're only 2 years apart in age, were married at similar times andd having children at the same time and then uh *checks notes* Divorce, uh they bonded over divorcing their wives at the same time.

heaps of praise, they r always praising each other alright....

so years go by, they call super bowls together, they have these lil flirty moments in front of america on the lord's day ffs, they get caught criticizing the military propaganda complex when they thought their mics were off (kings!), they become the subject of endless memes, & general mischief -- the stuff that really bonds men together, you know.

a break for pics thru the years

so, we come to the end of the 2021 season.

troy's contract was up. joe still had a year on his fox contract and was by all accounts going to stay. he appeared on a podcast and heaped praise on troy and also didn't like thinking about him potentially not being his broadcast partner. :(

"he knows how i feel. i don't want him going anywhere." plssss

but troy decided not to renew with fox and to go to espn's monday night football. the sense i get is fox not really being willing to pay what he was worth at that point lol. and he basically just chose to put it out there into the world, "hey joe, follow me"

and very quickly after that (like i think days or weeks it truly wasnt long) ......fox decided to let joe out of his contract😭

so really it was never a question whether or not they'd go together i guess. and that quote is cute to me idk. see what i mean joe is a lil goofy but i like that.

so, for the 2022 nfl season joe and troy settled into their new home on espn. same as it ever was. <3

Awww.

and uh, that's it! that's where we are now! they're happy and in luv!

we shall end with some tweets...

youtube

#the way i spent so much time on this lmaooo #izzy has their aaron rodgers is gay presentation and i have this #whomst else is doing it like us #nfl

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Joseph Quinn makes a confession

Joseph Quinn x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I’m just doing this for fun. So please forgive me if you don’t like it.

Not proof read and no word count.

Warnings: 18+ small arguments, fluff, language, angst, fat phobia and smut.

Summary: Joe is upset about plans that you made. He confesses something.

Part 3

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"QUINN! You're here." You jumped up from the couch and went to hug and kiss him.

He had to do a double take when he saw you. You were barely wearing anything. Just a shirt and boy shorts. He kissed you with his eyes on the guy.

" Joe this is Colin. Colin this is Joe."

Colin?

You looked at him. You must have seen the confusion in his eyes " You remember Colin. My friend from Minnesota.

Colin waved at him and he saw a tattoo of 6 hearts on his inner bicep. Each one was colored a different shade of the rainbow.

" Oh Colin. That's right I remember you. I met you before."

"You remember me? That's cute. You're cute. Y/n he's cute." Colin made Joe blush

"Poop don't make Quinn uncomfortable."

"Poop?" Joe asked

" Yeah this bitch started calling me that when we worked together. Anyways, I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?"

"No. Not at all. I am cute" Joe smirk

"See he agrees. He's cute."

You shook your head at them.

" Well I'm gonna go get ready. You guys gonna be here all day?"

" Yeah poop why?"

" I have a couple of packages coming. Can you put them in my room? I'm gonna go and apply at some schools."

His room?

" Yeah sure."

"What's going on sweetheart?" Joe asked when Colin closed the door.

" Umm come on. I want to get ready and go downstairs for breakfast."

He followed you into your room closing the door behind him and went to sit on the bed. He watched you pull on some jeans.

" His room?"

" uh yes. His room. He's gonna officially be my roommate in just a few months."

" He's moving in?!" His voice moved up an octave.

You turned to him. " Yeah. Why do you sound upset?"

" Well because I am. You never told me that you had planned this. What about us?"

" I don't understand Quinn. What does Colin moving in have to do with us?" You said leaning against your dresser.

" Because I was going to ask you to move in with me."

You were quiet for a minute. " Why do you want to move in together? You always come here when you come back. I think I've only been to your place once. Why don't you just move in here?"

" Right with Colin, we would never get any privacy. When I come home I want to see you there. My place is bigger. Also, I always want you to come over. Stay over tonight. I want to make you dinner and talk about an upcoming project."

" I didn't know you could cook."

He stood up and moved to lean the lower half of his body against yours.

" There's a bit you don't know. But if you move in with me you will find out everything."

...

" See Quinn when you're gone I can stay at my place with Colin. So I won't be all alone here." You were trying to convince him why you should be able to stay at both places.

" If you do that, then who will take care of Leo?" He said opening the front door for you.

You were looking at him while you walked in. " who's Leo?"

He nodded towards his assistant. You turned and gasped.

" You got a puppy?!"

Tim put the dog down and it waddled to you. You got on your knees picking him up.

" We got a puppy. Thank you Tim that will be all."

" Yes Mr Quinn. Goodnight Miss L/n."

"Please Tim call me y/n. Thank you for taking care of him. Be safe on your drive home."

" Thank you y/n. And you're welcome, he's a very good boy." Tim said giving Leo one last pet before he shook Joe's hand and left.

" Quinn he is so cute. But why did you get him?" You stood up and Quinn came to pet him and kiss you.

" Because I knew you would be lonely here when I'm gone. And since you refuse to come with me, I got him to keep you company. Leo is short for Leonardo. But if you don't like it we can change it."

" No absolutely not! Leonardo is perfect." You smiled giving the puppy a kiss on the head.

Joe had made chicken masala with rice and completed it with naan. He set the plates down while you got drinks. He fed Leo and sat at the dinner table with you.

" To you sweetheart." He said holding up his glass of milk.

You held up your diet pop. "To Leo."

You guys clinked and took a drink. " So what part are you gonna kill now?"

His eyes widened and he grinned. " So I'm not allowed to say too much but I landed a part in Bridgerton. Have you seen it?"

"Yes. It's a great show. You would be perfect. You already have the accent down."

He chuckled. "Right! American accents are hard."

" Really?"

" Yea' I have to use so many muscles."

"I believe the English accent is quite challenging."

He was taken back. "That's pretty good! I didn't know you could do a British accent."

" Well Quinn I can do a lot of things."

" You should act too!"

" Oh heavens no. I have terrible stage fright." You looked down at your meal fiddling with the rice.

He noticed you didn't touch it or the naan. " Oye what's goin' on? Want me to make you something else?"

"What? No. This is delicious. It's just..I'm on a new meal plan and I can't eat carbs."

" You're dieting? Why?"

" Because I don't want to get a machine to sleep. Haven't you heard me snore?"

" Well yea'. But you don't snore. You hold your breath and then moan. It scared me at first, but I got used to it"

" That's why I need to lose weight. That's not a good thing that I hold my breath."

"Oh a'right. But not too much weight."

I love how soft you are.

You let out a gentle sigh. " so do you know if your character is going to be one of the main characters of the season?"

" Yes I will be a new love interest for Claudia Jessie. She's -"

" Eloise Bridgerton."

" Right. She's very lovely and talented. I'm so excited."

You faked a smile. You knew how Bridgerton ran. Always with the happily ever after. But the chemistry they have to fake is a lot. You weren't looking forward to seeing him kiss someone else. You knew that sometimes co-stars fall for one another after spending so much time together.

Proximity effect.

" So I wanted to know if you would like to join me when we start filming. I know you have vacation coming up. Would you like to come to Greenwich?"

" Umm when do you leave?"

" In 2 months. I have a Con in Australia next month and other than a few photo shoots I will be there until we wrap up."

"How long does it take to film a season?"

" Hmm anywhere from 6 to 8 months."

" Wow! That's umm...I only have 3 weeks of vacation."

" It's a long time I know. The longest we've been apart. But since you won't quit your job this is the only thing I could think of. So I wanted you to spend the first week with me, meeting everyone and my family. Then half way through you could come again to just be with me. And for your last week, come here and we can explore a bit then go home together."

" I don't have that-"

" I already bought you the tickets. You just need to clear your vacation with your boss."

This was too much for you. There was so much going on that he didn't know. But now this.

Fuck

You put on smiled. "I will see what I can do."

" Thank you sweetheart. I can't be without you for that long." He go up and kneel down at your side.

"Love, please move in with me. I want you to make this your home."

" I don't need a home. As long as you're here. You're my home."

Joe got up and kissed you. He felt a tug at the bottom of his pants. Leo was trying to pull him away from you.

" Why do dogs love you and hate me?"

" He doesn't hate you. He just wants to play. Go play with him while I clean up."

" Are you sure?"

" Yes. You cooked and I clean. That's how it should be."

He nodded and picked up Leo taking him to the room.

After you were finished with the dishes you went to brush your teeth and change. You came out in a new shirt.

" Minnesota State University?"

" Oh yeah poop got it for me. I never had a college shirt before. So I made him get it for me to sleep in."

"Oh no that won't do. You will not be wearing another blokes university. The first thing we are buying in London is a shirt from where I graduated."

" Is that right?." You said climbing into his large bed. "Oh this is nice."

He smiled watching you stretch across his mattress. Making the shirt rise up. He could see your black panties. Joe looked at Leo for a second and saw that he was asleep in his small bed by the door. He took off his shirt and pants and scooted closer to you. He held himself up on his elbow.

You looked up at him and raised your brow. He dipped down and his lips met the slope of your neck. You tilted a bit to give him more access. He pulled down your neckline with his index finger to kiss the small divot where your clavicle metbyour sternum. His hand moved under your shirt to massage your breast. You pulled his chin up to look at you.

" What about Leo?"

" He's a dog sweetheart." He said with a breathy chuckle

"He is our child mister. And we will not expose him to vulgar noises."

He grinned the biggest grin you have ever seen.

" Fine. We will be quiet. I'll cover your mouth if I have too."

Your lips turned to a half smile." Mmm baby I'm not that loud."

" Oh is that right? You will be."

You locked your lips before pulling him back in for a smooch. This time his tongue found yours. You were being such a tease. Biting his bottom lip gently before sucking softly then releasing. It made him groan.

" Shh. Don't wake the baby."

He shook his head and kneeled between your legs pulling off your shirt. You quickly covered your breast and tummy when you laid back down. But he grabbed your wrist and pressed them above your head. He looked down to see your bountiful curves, then looked back at you.

" How is it that we've been seeing each other for almost a year and this is only the second time I've seen your sexy body?"

" Wait when was the first time?"

Shit

He let go off your hands and propped himself up just a bit. " It was when we were sick. You had taken a shower and you didn't close the door all the way when you were getting dressed."

" Really?"

" Yes I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked. But damn look at you."

" Don't be sorry. I like when you look at me. Makes me feel pretty."

" You're stunning."

You pulled him back to kiss you again. He nested between your warm thighs. His lips trailed down to one of your breasts. He pushed his member into you trying to feel some friction. When he tugged at your nipple you raised your hips and pulled down his to create more pressure. Both of you let out soft moans.

That's when you heard whimpering. Leo was crying and scratching at the base of the bed. Joe hung his head and huffed.

" Duty calls baby"

" I swear to you woman, I will have you sooner or later."

" Promise?"

"I guarantee it."

You giggled. While you put on your shirt he picked up Leo and laid him in between you two. After a bit Leo got closer to you and you closed your eyes.

You were just about to fall asleep when you heard Joe saying he loved you and he begged for you to move in. You felt a kiss on your forehead and soon you heard him snoring.

OH MY GOD!

...

Joe had dropped you off at home while he went to meet Tim and get his schedule ready for the next year.

"Poop! I need girl time right now." You cried out

" Oh shit what happened?" Colin said coming out of the bathroom brushing his hair. He squealed when he saw Leo. " Oh my God.....he bought you a puppy! God, tell him he can buy me one too. And tell him I love him. Kay thanks."

" Colin."

He looked up from the puppy to your face. " Shit what is it?"

" Let's sit down. It's a lot."

He took Leo and sat down next to you.

" Okay one, he got us a puppy....Two, he wants me to move in with him."

Colin gasped. " Bitch no. I just got here.'

" I know...ok 3, he asked me to go to London when he goes and does a show."

" Oh hell yeah. What show?"

" I'm not supposed to say but if you guess it. Technically I didn't tell you. You watched it. You actually suggested for me to watch it."

"Dahmer?!"

" What? No! They didn't film that in London. Think of balls and courting."

He gave you a smirk at balls.

" Piss me off. Stop it. I'm serious."

" Okayyyyy. Bridgerton. BRIDGERTON! Holy crap that's such a good show.... wait hold on. Is he gonna hook up with someone?"

You didn't say anything and just petted Leo.

" Oh noooooo. That's not good. He wants you to be there when he does that?"

" I'm sure he doesn't. I'm not gonna be there for the whole thing. Just for 3 weeks."

" Hmmm."

" Ok finally....he said he loved me."

" SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE LYING! Did you guys have sex?"

"No we didn't."

" What the hell? Are you crazy? I would have been on him since day one."

" Yeah. I mean I want to. We almost did last night but well this little guy interrupted us."

" Did you tell him why I came early?"

You shook your head.

" Y/n don't be stupid. Maybe he can get you a guard or something."

" I don't want to ruin his mood. He's so happy now."

"Bitch and? If he loves you then he's gonna do whatever it takes to make sure you're safe. I mean I'm just one guy. What if more than one psycho shows up next time?"

" I know. I know.... I don't know how anyone found me. But to show up here. I just can't."

" That's why you need to tell him. You guys haven't made your relationship public yet and still people are acting up."

You sighed. "Ok...I'll tell him. He's supposed to come get me later."

"You better or I'm gonna kick your ass."

...

You were sitting on Joe's bed reading a book with Leo on your lap. Joe was on the phone talking to Jamie. After a brief conversation he plopped himself on the bed.

" Sweetheart guess what?"

" Hmm"

" Jamie wants to throw a house warming party for us."

" Really? You've lived here for what? A year and a half."

" Yeah but I'm hardly home. And since I'm back until Australia. He wants to do it this weekend."

"Cool can I come?"

" Of course you can. The party is for us."

" I hope they like me"

" Of course they will sweetheart. They're gonna love you. So what are the plans for tomorrow? Want to go see a movie?"

" I'm sorry I can't. Have to work late There's this big deposition coming up and Brenda and I are gonna be looking for some stuff for our bosses."

" Oh ok. You've been working a lot lately." He was clearly upset.

You put your book away and gave him a kiss.

" I know. But I have too. I wish I could spend all day with you."

" Then call in sick. And we can spend all day in bed." He offered up holding your waist.

You sighed. " I can't babe. Brenda will kill me."

" Oh no she won't. That woman loves me. I just have to smile and she will do whatever."

" Oh I see. You can use your power for evil."

" It's not evil if it's for you."

You smiled sweetly and kissed him again. " Let's save that for when we are in dire need."

Joe whined as you laid in his arms with Leo at your feet.

" Fine. But I'm bringing you lunch tomorrow."

You nodded giving him a kiss goodnight.

...

" Oh my God Joe. Your place is gorgeous" Jamie said.

He was the last one to show up to the party.

" Aye mate it's about time. Everyone's here."

" Yeah yeah I know. Had missed my flight." Jamie gave Joe a quick hug. " So where's the Mrs?"

He smiled biting his lip. " She's talking to Joe and Maya. Common she's dying to meet you."

After warm welcomes and introductions Joseph held onto your waist working the room.

"I'll be back. I'm gonna go check on Leo." You whispered in his ear, making the hairs on his arm stand up.

He nodded and watched you leave. Your hips swaying so gracefully. He clicked his tongue.

" She's incredible Joe."

" She is amazing isn't she?" He said turning his gaze to Jamie.

" Very nice. I'm glad you finally let us meet her. I speak for everyone when I say she's totally perfect for you."

She is.

...

You went to the room and saw Leo playing with his new squeaky toy when you heard laughing outside the door. You smiled when you heard Finn and Noah talking. But that soon faded away when you heard them talking about you.

" Can you believe he's with someone like that?"

" Seriously man. She's so big. I can't believe he didn't hook up with that one chick that slid into his DMs."

" I wonder why he chose her. Maybe she gives really good head."

" Gross. I would be afraid that she would bite me."

" Ha maybe he will get over her fast. He should definitely be with someone much better looking. Maybe that one girl from Paris he's been having lunch with lately."

What?

" Yeah definitely not some farm animal."

They continued to chuckle and went out back to the party. You didn't want to return to see their fake smiles. Not wanting anyone to see the threat of tears making their way to the surface. So you went out to the balcony and found Jamie smoking.

" Hey umm can I bum one of those?"

" Sure love. I didn't know you smoked."

" ehh. I partake in some medical grade sometimes. But when I'm stressed I smoke."

He light the cigarette for you. "I know all of our friends can be overwhelming. I'm sorry about that."

" No no all of you are amazing and super sweet. I'm glad to finally meet most of Quinn's loved ones."

"Well we loved meeting you. We can see why he wanted us to spend some time with you. But what's gotten you so worked up?"

You flicked the cigarette and turned to look at the party. " Nothing much. Just kids being kids."

" What did those punks say?"

" Nothing."

" It must be something if you're smoking."

You sighed. " It was just some ugly comment about my weight and something about a woman."

" Who said that?!"

" It doesn't matter." You took another puff.

" No it does. No one should be talking about you like that and what woman?....was it Finn? "

You didn't say anything but when you looked over and saw Finn and Noah laughing he knew.

" Oh I'm gonna wring their little necks!"

" No please don't say anything. Don't make a scene. It wasn't that bad."

" I don't care how bad it was. They should know better. There's no other woman. He would have told me if there had been. Don't worry your pretty head about it. Joe's in love with you."

Your eyes widened.

" Oh dear I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

" No it's fine. I know."

" You do? He hasn't told me that he said anything yet."

" He erm he said it when he thought I was asleep."

" Oh.....umm do you feel the same?"

You smiled trying to fight your tears from falling. You looked and saw Joseph chatting and grinning with Joe Kerry.

" I do. I'm very much in love with him. It's just hard to. There's so much going on that I'm afraid to say it. I know if I do. Then he will want everyone to know."

"You don't want that?"

" Oh gosh no. His fans are terrifying."

" Yeah they can be a bit much."

You tossed the cigarette butt and looked back over the edge of the building. Your tears finally made their escape.

" What is it love? Why are you crying?" Jamie put a hand on your lower back.

" Do you ever get admirers coming to your home?"

" Uhh I'm sure they have tried, but I have security to keep them away. Why? ... Did someone come to your place?"

You wiped your tears. "Please Jamie. I know we just met, but don't tell Quinn. He already worries about me when he's gone. I don't want him to freak out."

" What happened?"

You swallowed harshly before you started to confess your troubles.

" Someone broke into my building a few months ago. They trashed the place and wrote nasty things about me on my walls. They destroyed all my pictures of Joe and me."

" WHAT?!"

" Yeah I know. That's why Colin came early. He switched his classes online so he could protect me."

" You must tell Joseph. I'll call my security guard to go over to your place and watch over you until you tell him."

The tears began to flow much more now. " That's why I decided to move here. I know I'll be safe. But when he's gone. I will be with Colin so I don't have to be alone with Leo."

" Love I have to tell him."

" Please. Please don't. Everything will be ok. If we don't go public thing should calm down."

Jamie fell silent for a moment. " I don't like keeping things from him. But I can't tell you what to do. So please let me help you."

" Thank you so much Jamie. You're a really good friend to him."

" I'm your friend now too love."

He hugged you and saw Joe approaching the glass sliding door.

" He's coming. I'll distract him for a minute while you compose yourself."

" Thank you." You whispered.

"There you guys are. I was starting to worry."

"Joe! Where is that bottle of wine you were telling me about?" Jamie left you and went to him before he could see you.

" It's in the kitchen." He brushed his head upwards to the loft.

" Show me please."

" Uhh a'right." Joe was confused but he went back in with Jamie.

" What's going on? Is she ok?" Joe was concerned. You hadn't looked at him when he came out.

" Yeah mate she's fine. Just loads of celebrities. It's a bit much."

" Right. Did I see her smoking?"

" Oh yeah. She says she does that sometimes when she's overwhelmed. But she's fine now. Don't you worry."

Joe looked over to you and was hurt. He never meant to stress you out. After the party was over you guys said your goodbyes and Joe walked everyone out while you went to wash up.

" Hey Joe. Great party." Finn said standing next to Noah.

" Yeah it was fantastic. I'm glad you both could make it."

" Us too. Umm could you tell y/n we are sorry about earlier. We didn't mean to hurt her feelings." Finn tried to be sympathetic.

" What?"

" Yeah Jamie said she heard us talking. We are so sorry. We didn't know you guys were in love. If we did we wouldn't have made fun of her." Noah apologized

" You what?! What did you say?!" Joe was upset.

"Oh don't worry about it mate. They will never say another awful thing about her again." Jamie butted in and pushed the boys out the door.

" JAMIE WHAT DID THEY SAY?!"

"Calm down Joe. It doesn't matter. She's fine. Just take care of her. Be nice. She's a lovely woman and she loves you. She doesn't want you to be upset or worried about her."

" Jamie..."

" No Joseph. I promised her I wouldn't say anything. So go to her and make her feel beautiful. She deserves it and protect her . There's a lot going on that she needs to know she's safe."

" What the happened?"

" I made her a promise. Don't make me break it."

Joe sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair.

" Is it alright if I take Leo for the night? I want him to spend some time with his uncle."

" Uh yeah mate. Go ahead."

Jamie picked up Leo and put a hand on Joe's shoulder. " Don't force her to tell you. She will explain when she's ready. Goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow."

Joe nodded and closed the door after Jamie.

You need to feel safe? What the hell happened?

...

He went to the room and got into his pajama bottoms and sat on the bed waiting for you to come out. His worries were shouting at him. Finally when you came out you were dressed in your normal bed time attire, which consisted of panties and a low cut shirt that went down to your thighs. You climbed under the covers and snuggled next to him. He put an arm around your shoulders and leaned up against the head board.

" I hope Leo isn't too much for Jamie."

He hugged you and kissed your temple. " Jamie can handle him babe. Don't worry....so how are you? Did you enjoy the party?"

" Yes it was very nice. Everyone was so great."

" Good. Good." He wanted you to talk to him but he wasn't going to pressure you.

He was gonna do what Jamie suggested. He was going to tell you and show you how precious you were to him.

" Y/N you are so incredible. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you. My heart melts when you smile. I can't believe you're with me."

You turned to face him. " What brought that on?"

He sat up and crossed his legs, putting a hand on the back of your neck. While the other stroked your jaw and cheek.

" Because when I look at you I wonder how anyone can't see what I see. I look at you and see all the beauty and love in this world hidden within you and it's puzzling how the men before me never noticed it. I don't understand how anyone couldn't find everything they could ever want or need in you. But I am so happy they didn't. Because if they just took a second to see what I see, I would have never been able to be this happy."

You moved closer to him so that your faces were just centimeters away.

" I love you Quinn"

Your tender kisses left him feeling lightheaded and a bit foolish. No one has ever shown him such affection. Your touch made him feel brainless. He was at a loss for words when you nipped at his neck. He tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes, letting you leave soft long kisses along his neck line. He pulled you to his lap, stretching his legs out with his hands grasping the curve of your ass. His body took control letting all his thoughts of concern fade away.

"Are you with me Quinn?"

Your question made him open his eyes and looked at you. Your gorgeous eyes were adoring.

" I'm always with you my love."

Always

Your lips met his. You licked his bottom lip silently asking for him to open his mouth and he happily did so. Your arms wrapped around his neck loosely so that you could still play with his curls. His hands held to your hips firmly. He raised his hip just an inch to try to relieve himself a bit. Wanting so badly to move yours. But he would wait until you said it was ok. But after minutes of kissing and cuddling a question was gnawing at him. You were leaving sweet wet kisses over his Adams apple down to his collar bone when you pulled back. The corner of your lips tilted up at him. Your full hearted smile was infectious. You rested your head on his shoulder catching your breath

" Y/n?...Please make love to me."

You looked back up to him . "Like this? Are you sure?"

" Yes my love. Please. Just like this."

You studied him for a moment before holding up your arms so that he could take off your shirt. You didn't cover yourself this time. Instead you got to your knees and pulled down his bottoms. His manhood was at full length. He looked up to see if you liked what you saw. You licked your lips at the sight. You met his gaze moving your eyes back and forth between his. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before you leaned back and laid on to the mattress between his legs. Both of your thighs hung over his. He sat up and got to his knees pushing yours up. You watched him kissing your knees and in between your plush thighs. His eyes never left yours. He pulled on the elastic band that was digging into the flesh of your hips. He kissed the indentions that your panties left. He slid the white fabric towards your calves, raising your ankles to finally free you of it. You opened your legs inviting him in. He turned back to his night stand to pull out a condom. When he looked back he saw your fingers rubbing circles around your clit while biting your lip. He rushed to put on the protection. Accidentally snapping the end of it against his shaft. Your body jerked when you heard the noise.

" You ok?"

He chuckled. "Yes love. I'm just so excited."

"You're so cute." You giggled

" Well your beauty has me losing my mind"

He held out his hand to help you back to his lap. His palm and fingers were extended pressing against the middle of your back. He was trying to give you as much support you needed.

"Ready?"

"Are you?"

You smiled shyly and nodded. You rose a bit so he could guide his tip to your sex. He touched your nub for just a second and you let out a light whine. You took him in little by little.

" FUCK!"

You stopped moving and looked at him anxiously.

" No love. Good...it was a good fuck"

You smiled tugging at your bottom lip as you continued, stopping again when he hit a small rough patch that felt wonderful and left him staggering. Your warm slick walls tensed as he pushed up harder into it. You let out a deafening gasp. Your moans and whimpers echoed off the walls

You started to grind and swirl your hips. You sobbed every time he hit that spot and took your nipples into his mouth. Swirling and sucking eagerly.

He groaned and cried out your name when you added a little bounce to your movements.

"Yeah-Yeah just like that love. Fuck.... just...like...that" a growl escaped from his chest.

You pushed him down into the mattress and held yourself up with one of his hands locked onto yours to push you back slightly while the other hand rested on his chest. His free hand following the rhythm of your hips.

Baby please! Hurry I can't ...

He felt his balls clench as your walls started to spasm around him.

Oh thank God.

"Yeah that's it.....that's my girl... Let go..ohhh fuck" He did his best to talk you through your orgasm. But his shut him up.

He sat back up to hold you so that you wouldn't fall off on him. You laid down and put your head on his chest. He was wiped out. He pulled off the condom and tied it, shoving it back into the wrapper.

"Babe.. that was... sooo good. I'm so glad you came when you did. I didn't know how much longer I could have kept going."

You laughed.

"What's so funny?"

" I was waiting for you."

" Really?"

" Yes. You felt so good. And the talking..." You put your hand to your temple and made an exploding sound.

He chuckled. " In the morning, we definitely need to let each other know when we're close."

"Ok" you said softly and kissed his chest.

" I love you."

" I love you too Quinn."

...

The next morning when he woke up you weren't in bed. He could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. He put on some boxers and went to see what you were cooking.

" Morning sweetheart."

You turned from the stove giving him a kiss on the cheek while he wrapped his arms around you.

"Morning. I hope you're hungry."

" Famished."

" Good. I made chocolate chip pancakes."

"Mmmm" he cooed into your neck before placing a gentle peck there.

He looked at a plate that was covered in tin foil. " Who's that for"

" It's for poop. He's still upset that he couldn't make it to the party. So I made him a plate."

"You're too kind."

He started getting erect when you leaned against him. You had just turned off the stove before he turned you around.

" I have something for you."

He pointed down and you smirk.

" Common." He said pulling you out of the kitchen.

" Quinn our food is gonna get cold."

" That's fine we have an oven."

You giggled as he pulled you into the room and tossing you onto the bed.

" Mr Quinn." You teased.

" Oh you naughty girl."

...

The month went quickly and Joe headed to Australia. Jamie had helped set up a top of the line security system in your place. He had sent a body guard when Joe left. You had planned on telling Joe when he got back but things change one day.

You were at work when Tim dropped off a large yellow envelope. You opened it when he left. It was a non disclosure agreement. You flipped through the pages reading that it was for his upcoming performance. You were expecting it. However you weren't expecting the second NDA. Your brows pinched together skimming through the pages.

" Brenda is this what I think it is?" You asked, handing her the small stack of paper.

She flipped through it and pressed her lips together. "Uhh yes. It's one for your relationship with Joseph."

You shook your head. "Why would we need one? I would never say anything about us."

She gave you an apologetic look. "I don't know. Maybe his lawyer wanted to tie up loose ends?."

" Huh."

Then why wouldn't he tell me about it?

You felt uneasy. Something bad was coming.

...

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