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Know You Get Sick of the Games 'Cause I Do Too

AN: part 2 🤭 everyone get ready to fight Jack

Requested? No

Warnings: Jack being a dumby, intense kissing, sad Miriam 🥺, and a messy teammate

Word Count: 3.7k words

Miriam twisted her curls into and held them in place with a claw clip. Practice dragged on for what felt like an eternity. She packed up the last of her things and texted her siblings she was on her way. She had a game in a few days in Jersey and the team was staying in New York for the week. She was going to stay with her team in the hotels but they allowed her to stay at her sister's place as long as she wasn't late for any training.

Beto, her bodyguard for when she traveled to away games, held the door of their rented Range Rover. He closed the door and went to the driver's seat.

“Can I put on my music?” Miriam asked.

“My rental, my music.” He said playing one of Metro Boomin’s instrumental versions of his albums.

The drive from Jersey to New York wasn't that long. They arrived to her sister's place and she rushed to change.

She picked out a pair of black trousers with a burgundy Vivienne Westwood cropped cardigan. She paired the look with her Versace platform boots and her vintage Vivienne Westwood pearl necklace with the gold embellished orb. Her phone pinged as she quickly did her makeup. Then it started to ring.

Miriam groaned and grabbed her phone. Without looking at who was calling her, she screamed and put it on speaker, going back to her makeup.

“Jesus,” Jack on the other end yelped.

Miriam scrambled to pick up her phone. “Ohmygod, I'm so sorry, I thought you were one of my siblings. They were spamming my phone because I lied about where I am.” She said.

“Wait, where are you?” He asked with concern.

“At my sister's place but I told them I was on my way to our go-to Thai place.” Miriam explained as she shoved all her necessities in her heart shaped bag.

“Oh, you're not free right now? Today is my day off.” He said, casually.

He was also in New York for work. After his birthday he left for Boston. He was cast in an action thriller movie and they were filming in Boston. Miriam didn't understand the plot he explained to her in one of their three hour long facetime calls, but she found it admirable that he was venturing out into acting.

“No, but I'm free later if you want to get dinner.” She said, locking her sister's penthouse.

“Sounds good. Want me to pick you up?” Jack asked.

“Nah, just text me the place and I'll meet you there.” Miriam said.

“Okay, I'll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Miriam hung up and smiled to herself. It was her first time having real alone time with Jack. He and Miriam have been talking on the phone and texting non-stop since his birthday. Even though she told herself not to catch any feelings, she caught feelings. She couldn't help it. Jack was kind, ambitious, intelligent, compassionate and embarrassingly funny. How could she not develop feelings for him? But a part of her knew better than to act on them. He's never hinted at feeling the same as her and she wasn't going to risk their new friendship for something like her own feelings.

As she walked out of her sister's place, paparazzi surrounded her. Beto shielded her as best he could while they got in the car. Ever since she started playing for and Racing Louisville, Miriam found herself more and more in the media. Now there was always some new article of her questioning her talent or some random picture someone took over while she was making a Target run. When she's in some major city like LA or New York City, there's a trail of paparazzi. Just yesterday JustJared posted about her adjusting her leggings when she was coming out of practice.

It was a huge adjustment for Miriam. Growing up her parents kept her and her siblings out of the media. Since she wasn't modeling or acting once she was a teen like her siblings, she was able to stay out of the limelight and have a ‘normal’ life until college. Though the paparazzi only followed her around for a bit because she was hooking up with Shawn Mendes in 2018 and he would visit the Bay Area a lot while he was working on his album. When things ended between them, the paparazzi retreated after realizing that Miriam had a pretty boring schedule and she was actually taking school seriously unlike several nepo babies that wanted the ‘college experience’ at USC.

While she waited for traffic to clear up, Miriam texted her siblings that she was on her way and they responded that they ate without her. She frowned and texted her dad that they left her to starve. Her dad left her on read but then she got several messages from her siblings calling her a snitch for tattling on them.

“Beto we're not going. Can you believe the twins ate without me?” She asked him.

He rounded the corner and opened the door for her. “Yes I can,” he said, guiding her back to the building. “It took you an hour and a half to get ready.”

“You try making an outfit with a limited closet. I couldn't even steal from Kat because half of them don't fit. Have you seen her patas? They're huge.” She explained as they rode the elevator.

Beto looked at her amused and remained quiet the rest of the ride to Kat's penthouse.

Miriam thought about texting Jack, but she didn't want him to think that he was a second option. So she ordered delivery from a cafe a few blocks down.

When her food came, she ate in her sister's closet, looking for an outfit. Could she just wear what she already had on? Yes but if she had known she was going on a date with Jack she would've packed accordingly. Was it a date? She thought to herself. Panic surged through her body. She placed her sandwich on its plate and looked for her phone. Jack had texted her earlier the address of the restaurant. It was pretty low key but still had a business casual dress code.

Miriam paced around the closet. She always overdressed. But this time she didn't want to over dress and give Jack the wrong idea. Or for him to think it was something more when it wasn't. They were just two friends grabbing dinner and nothing more.

Jack looked around to see if the coast was clear as they walked out of the restaurant. He and Miriam went to a hole in the wall Italian restaurant for dinner. Jack motioned Miriam to come out since there were no paps. Miriam linked her elbow with his as they walked the busy street.

She instantly regretted not staying in the black trousers she wore earlier. She held on to Jack tighter, praying that his hotel was close by. They didn't want to end their evening just yet. It was still pretty early so they were going back to the hotel to watch some movies.

“Cold?” He asked her.

“A bit, but I'll survive.” She reassured him.

They past a shop and it immediately caught Miriam’s attention. She steered her and Jack back.

She gasped, “I haven't had Magnolia's in forever. They have the best banana pudding and I hate banana flavor anything. Their chocolate icebox cake is to die for.”

She pulled her arm away from his and practically ran inside the bakery. Jack followed after her. He found her bending over the glass display looking at the rows of desserts. He silently groaned seeing her skirt ride up. And he was most definitely not thinking of pushing her skirt up to her hips and fucking her from behind.

Miriam had made it abundantly clear that she only wants to be friends. Jack wasn't going to risk the good friendship they have to fulfill his needs. No matter what. He was going to be respectful of what she wanted.

“Hold on,” Miriam told the cashier, bringing Jack back to reality.

She took several things out of her bag. Jack figured she was looking for her wallet, so he got his out.

“Here,” he told the cashier, handing them his card.

“Wait, no.” Miriam tried to argue as he shoved everything back in her bag.

“It's fine.” He took her hand and led her to the back corner.

“You paid for dinner and it was pretty expensive.” She pointed out.

“Are you implying that I'm broke?” He asked in an amused tone.

“No, it's that…” she couldn't find the words to explain herself.

“You're easy to mess with.” He laughed.

“Did you just call me easy?” She gasped dramatically. “At least buy me dinner first.”

“I already did.” He smirked, not breaking eye contact.

Before Miriam could reply one of the workers called her name. She walked over and thanked them when they handed her her order. She also dropped a few hundred dollar bills in the tip jar. She nodded at Jack to follow her out to a table outside.

“You're about to have a mouth-gasm.” She said, pulling out a tub of banana pudding.

“Respectfully, I'm from Kentucky. Banana pudding and icebox cakes are delicacies over there. I doubt they compare to what we have back home.” He said.

“Whatever, hater.” Miriam rolled her eyes. She took a spoonful of banana pudding and ate it. She moaned and did a little dance. “You're missing out.”

Jack rolled his eyes in response.

With that they continued walking to the hotel. The doorman opened the door for them and greeted them. Jack guided Miriam through the back hall, away from the small convenience shop and restaurant-bar where they could be seen and filmed.

Miriam continued eating her pudding as they rode the elevator to Jack's floor. She didn't finish it so she put it back in its paper bag. She felt Jack eyeing her when they walked down the hall to his suite.

“What?” She asked.

“You have pudding on your face.” He tapped the corner of his mouth.

“Shit.” She mumbled, wiping the opposite side that Jack pointed to.

“Here, I got it.”

He took a step closer and cradled her face. He swiped her cheek with his thumb and without breaking eye contact he licked it.

“Not bad,” he commented on the pudding. “Nothing beats–”

Miriam cut him off. She pulled his down to her level and claimed his lips. It took Jack a second to process what was happening, but he kissed her back with full force. He grabbed her hips and backed her into the door of his hotel room. He wedged one of his legs in between hers and let her slowly rub herself against his dark cargo pants. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his hands rested on her ass. They slowly devoured each other, bodies melting into each other.

The door opened abruptly. Miriam nearly fell back, but Jack caught her. He spun her and pulled her to his side. They were face to face with Urban.

“Oh it's y'all, I thought it was room service.” He told them as they entered the room.

“Nope just us.” Miriam smiled innocently. She held up her paper bag. “Is it okay if I put this in the fridge?”

“Go ahead. The kitchenette is down the hall.” Urban answered for Jack.

“Thanks.” She nodded, making her way over.

Urban to Jack with a knowing smirk.

“Don't.” Jack warned him in a hush tone.

“Hey, I'm not the one dry humping my idol's daughter in the middle of a hotel hallway.” Urban whispered back.

“It wasn't like that.” He argued. “Now shut up Miriam's coming.”

“I bet she is.” His best friend mumbled.

“Can I use your restroom?” She asked them.

“My room has an ensuite bathroom. It's down the hall.” Jack told her.

“Cool, thanks.” She nodded.

Urban walked to the small living room. One of the couches there was a CVS bag. He dug through it and pulled out a box of condoms.

“You're going to need these more than I will.” He said, not being able to keep a straight face.

“You're a fucking ass. We won't need any.” Jack said defensively.

“You better not hit it raw.” Urban put his hands on his hips. “You can get her pregnant and ruin her career. The US women's team is having trials for the next few months for their world cup.”

Jack sighed. “We won't need any because we're not having sex.”

Urban placed the box on the table behind the couch where he was watching some action rom-com. “I'll leave them here just in case. Just let me know so I can have my soundproof headphones on deck.”

Jack flipped him off and went to his room. Miriam was leaning against the desk typing furiously, so he went to sit on the edge of the bed. She sensed his presence and put her phone down on the desk.

“Sorry, my friend Shawn is in town and he wanted to know if I could record some back up vocals for him tomorrow.” she said, walking to him.

“So…” He trailed off.

“I was looking at the movie list and they have Ready or Not showing in one of the channels if you want to watch that.” Miriam suggested.

She was not going to bring up the kiss. She was embarrassed that his best friend almost caught them and it would be best if she avoided it unless Jack brought it up. Then she would be more than happy to admit that the kiss caused her soack through her panties.

“Yeah, that's fine. Help yourself to anything in the mini fridge.” Jack nodded to the mini fridge as he kicked off his shoes.

Miriam nodded, but she didn’t take anything. She sat on the other side of the bed and took off her white calf-length MiuMiu boots. She sat a bit closer to Jack but not too close. He passed her the remote and she put in the channel for the movie.

The opening credits were barely beginning, so they hadn't missed much. As the movie progressed Jack and Miriam moved closer and closer to each other. They whispered among themselves their reactions to the movies. Miriam loved a gory movie but Ready or Not had real effects and it wasn't GCI like other movies. So when the families started exploding one by one she hugged Jack's arm and hid her face. She draped her legs over his lap. Jack held onto her knee as he flinched. The final credits rolled and they were still huddled together.

“Man, that was fucking insane.” Jack chuckled.

“I love that movie. It's such a fun movie. Plus Adam Brody is a plus. He really solidified my type in men.” Miriam said.

“Yeah, what's your type?” He asked out of curiosity.

“I like them funny.” She shrugged, maintaining eye contact with him as she sat on her knees.

“What else?” He leaned a bit closer.

“Having brown curly hair is a plus.” She added.

Jack hummed in response. He held her cheek and brought her closer to him, closing the space between them. Unlike the kiss in the hallway. This one was slow and carnal. Miriam climbed Jack's lap and deepened their kiss. He gripped her hips and guided them on his crotch. His hands wandered down to her ass and he pushed her skirt up to her waist, getting a better grasp on her ass.

Miriam pulled back and took off her top, staying in a simple t-shirt bra from Aerie. She kissed Jack a few times then unfastened it from the front. She let it fall off her shoulders. She leaned forward to kiss Jack once more but he put his hand in between them.

“This is a mistake.” He said.

Miriam's stomach dropped. “Oh.”

She scrambled off his lap and began grabbing her things. She haphazardly put on her bra and rushed out of his room, pushing past Urban as she rushed out of the suite.

“Wait, Miriam.” Jack called after her.

“Don't.” She said, wiping tears off her cheeks.

She pressed the elevator button, praying that it opened before Jack got to her. Jack tried to reach for her arm but she pushed his hand away.

“Don't fucking touch me.” She sneered.

He took a step back with his hands up in surrender. The elevator opened and she slid inside. As it closed she lifted her middle finger at him.

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@'justjared: Canadian pop star Shawn Mendes and Racing Louisville FC's brand new soccer player, the daughter of actress Isabela Miller and retired soccer player, Miriam Dominguez-Miller were spotted out and bought in New Jersey leaving Ciao Ristorante. The pair have been formerly linked in 2018 and were spotted galavanting all over the globe. They haven't been seen together since early 2019. The 24 year old soccer player has been formerly linked to NBA player Kaleob Young and singer Kehlani. Click in the 🔗 for more.

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When Miriam said her friend Shawn wanted her to do backup vocals, she was apparently talking about Shawn Mendes. Jack was not one to lurk, but after seeing the paparazzi pictures of Miriam and Shawn, he got curious and read any article about them that he could find. He mainly found some paparazzi pictures from 2018 and articles of wondering who Miriam was before some gossip pages wrote about how she was the forgotten child of Mateo and Isabela.

“Dude, you gotta let it go. You did it to yourself.” Urban said, taking Jack's phone. “Now pay attention to the game.”

They were at the Red Bull Arena watching Racing Louisville play against NJ/NY Gotham FC. Miriam didn't start but in the second half she was swapped in. She was on the field for five minutes and already had grass stains all over her uniform. Jack averted his eyes away from her ass and tried not to think about how two nights before he was squeezing over his dick.

He felt like shit. He didn't mean to say that it was a mistake but his mouth was faster than his brain. What he really meant was that he didn't want to have sex with Urban in the other room. Not because Urban would blab or anything, but he wanted Miriam all to himself. He wanted to be the only one to hear how she would come undone when he ate her out or how she would sound saying his name after three rounds. Jack cursed feeling his pants tighten around his crotch. He shifted in his seat and tried to pay attention to the game.

Racing Louisville won 1-0. Miriam had scored, surprising no one. What did get the crowd going was that she did the Dominating-Dominguez. A special move named after her dad that very few players could do. Messi tried once for shits and giggles but cramped up.

Jack tried looking for Miriam because she wouldn't answer his calls and left on-read. But fans kept approaching him for pictures. Security came and cleared up the area so Jack could leave. He saw Miriam on her phone with her siblings as he and Urban walked through the private hallway. He was about to approach her when Shawn Mendes swooped in.

“That didn't take long.” Larissa said from behind Jack.

“Hey,” he gave her a side hug, “I didn't see you in the field.”

“I rolled my ankle during conditioning.” She said.

“I'm sorry to hear that.” Jack said.

“Yeah, but that was yesterday's news. The real breaking news is Miriam and Shawn getting back together.” She said leaning against the wall.

“Back together?” He asked curiously.

“Yeah, they dated for almost a year. But Shawn dumped her ass for the whole PR thing with my girl Camila Cabello. Miriam was so devastated. I genuinely thought she was going to quit school and soccer but she went to Princeton for some summer program and came back good as new. Apparently they've been talking so I'm glad they're trying again. They make a cute couple, no?” Larissa asked.

“I guess.” He shrugged.

He watched as Shawn gave Miriam a bear hug then gave her siblings side hugs. Miriam then bid her siblings goodbye and approached Larissa.

“Hey.” She smiled at them.

Urban was closest to her so she hugged him first. She hesitated on how to greet Jack, but she decided to just go for the hug. He gave her a once over and walked away, nodding at Urban to follow him.

“Good game.” Urban said, giving Miriam a soft smile.

“Bye, Urban.” She returned the smile.

Urban jogged after Jack. Miriam couldn't hear what they bickered about, but she did hear that loud smack Urban gave Jack in the back of his neck.

“That was weird.” Larissa commented.

“I wouldn't know, you've known them longer.” Miriam shrugged.

“So tell me about Shawn.” She nudged Miriam's shoulder as they walked toward their sprinter van.

“What's there to talk about? I met up with him at the studio and recorded two demos. We went to lunch with his team and got papped.” Miriam shrugged.

“I thought you guys were getting back together.” She said.

Miriam made a face. “Oh god no. Plus what we had back then was nothing mote than friends with benefits, remember? He's a good collaborator. If I wanted to get into music, I'd hit him up.”

“Must be nice to have mommy and daddy pay for my things so I can make as many career choices as I want.” Larissa said sarcastically.

“I mean yeah, but who said I was? I'm just saying if. I have no actual plans. I'm committed to soccer.” Miriam frowned.

“I know I'm just playing.” She laughed, pushing Miriam's shoulder.

Miriam rolled her eyes and sat behind her. She pulled out her journal and her headphones. Teddy, Shawn's producer and songwriter, passed her some beats for her to use when they finished the studio session. She always encouraged Miriam to try out singing, but Miriam always said no.

She had a lot riding on her shoulders. She wanted to continue her dad's legacy. He's not pressuring her to do so, but she was the only one out of her siblings that wanted to play. The twins followed their mom's footsteps going into acting and modeling. She didn't want to throw off any balance by just pursuing music.

Miriam looked down at the new entry in her journal. ‘Platonik’ was scribbled at the top in her loopy writing. She crossed it off and shoved her journal deep in her backpack.

Soccer was her main focus. Nothing and no one was going to get in her way. Not even some Kentucky born rapper that she wished she hadn't caught feelings for.

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cherrycola27 · 11 months

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false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and eventual smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

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Chapter 2: You Should See Me In A Crown

The rest of your first week with the Dagger Squad is spent working on team building. You spend the week being professional with them, especially Rooster. In your time, you've learned it's better not to make friends. It saves you from getting hurt.

That doesn't mean they don't try, though. Every time they go out, they invite you with them. You turn them down each time, a new excuse fed to them that seems to satisfy them.

It's been a month since you've been working with the Daggers, and you've settled in nicely. This week, you've been working in the classroom with Maverick. It's a nice change of pace and gets you far away from Rooster.

He's been nothing but nice to you this month, and you aren't sure how someone who's faces so much loss in his life can be so kind. You've never seen him be anything but kind to his teammates. Sure, he and Jake shoot the breeze and tease each other relentlessly, but there's no animosity behind it.

When the squad is at the Hard Deck, it seems like he knows everyone. People are just drawn to him. He has a light that shines from with in, just like—

Stop, don't go there

When Friday comes around, you're scheduled for an early morning hop with Hangman and then an afternoon one with Rooster.

As much as you don't want to be, you're excited to fly with Bradley. It scares you, if you're being honest.

It would be so much easier for you to deny the feelings you have for Rooster if he acted like Jake did.

Unfortunately, he was just shy of perfect. You knew that Aphroditie had to be pulling some strings and laughing as she watched you try to resist.

Bradley was kind, smart, and had an infectious personality. He was a ray of sunshine. A golden boy who rivaled Apollo himself, and you—you were darkness, chaos, death. You were a monster. And he needed to be protected from you and the pain you would inevitably cause him.

He's too good for you

You shook the thoughts from your head as you geared up to fly.

You would be working against Bob, Phoenix, and Hangman. Your goal was to take them down, theirs was to take you down.

In theory, they should have been able to do it. Two against one seemed like pretty good odds. However, Jake still had a lot to learn about teamwork. From what you've been told and what you've read, he'd gotten better at it, but when it came down to it, he was still self-centered. Today was going to be a good opportunity to teach him a lesson.

You were cruising along under them when a wicked idea came to mind.

"Hey, Hangman, what do you say we make a little wager?" You purred into your headset. "Oh, you know I'm a betting man, Hades, what do you have in mind?" He asked you.

"You take me down, and I'll let you take my Rover for the weekend. I know you have a giant hard-on for it." You goad him.

"Ohhh, I like that idea. Now if by some chance I don't, what do you get out of this?" He shoots back. "You have to stop hitting on me, because it's never going to happen." You state.

You'd rather swim in the River Styx

"Deal." Jake answers quickly. "Perfect." You reply.

God, he was making this too easy

"Fights on!" You tell him and Phoenix before popping out from under them.

"Hades? In front of us? Really, you're making this too easy!" Jake snickers.

You smirk to yourself. You've got him right where you want him. You quickly change gears in your jet and take off, leaving both of the other planes in the dust.

Jake follows hot on your tale, leaving Phoenix and Bob behind. You can hear both of them swear at Jake. You quickly break right and circle back to them.

Phoenix tries to shake you, but it's no use. "Sorry, Nix and Bob." You tell them before tones ring out.

You can hear the radar warning that Jake is on your tail. He thinks he's got you, but boy is he wrong.

You swoop left and right again and again. Jake can't get a lock on you.

You quickly climb up towards the clear blue sky.

"Phoenix, I can't see her! How close am I?" He asked her. "Phoenix?!"

"I'm dead, dick head." She calls back to him.

You laugh to yourself. This is exactly what you planned. You invert your jet and double back over his head. The glare of the sun provides a cover for you as you level out and drop into the pocket behind him undetected.

Hangman is good. You'll give him that. But you weren't just the queen of the Underworld. You were the queen of the skies, too.

"Hades! Where the fuck are you?" Jake huffs out.

Jake struggles in the sun and levels out. You take the chance to pop back up behind him.

"Right here!" You shout as you pop up and light him up with tones. He lets out a string of curses before banking left and heading into land.

You don't see him, but Bradley is in the rec room listening in on the exercise. He beams with pride when he hears you take out Jake.

"See you in the afterlife, Bagman." Bob chuckles.

"Alright. That's enough for now. Let's bring it in." You say.

As soon as you get out of your jet, everyone starts to high five you for besting Jake. You all break for lunch, groups heading off in different directions to eat.

You grab your lunchbox from the fridge and a book from your locker before heading to the rec room which is thankfully empty right now.

You'd just sat down and cracked the cover of your book and kicked your feet up in a chair when you heard the door open and a set of heavy boots on the floor. You don't look up. You already know who it is.

Sigh

"Can I help you with something, Rooster?" You ask, eyes not leaving your page. "I was hoping I could have lunch with you?" He asks.

You sigh and look up from your book. He's standing there with his lunch box in hand, looking at you with those damn baby-cow eyes and a small smile. You can't help but give in.

Good Gods, why did he have to be so handsome?

You take your feet off the chair and nod that it's okay for him to sit. You bookmark your page and set it to the side. He smiles bigger before sitting down and looking at the cover of your book.

Maybe he won't talk to you

"A Good Girls Guide to Murder?" He asks you, looking at the cover with a quirked eyebrow.

"I love a good murder mystery. I like trying to figure out the ending before the author reveals it." You shrug before taking a bite of the wrap you packed.

"Why do you try to do that?" Bradley asks you as he pulls out what is supposed to be a sandwich, but looks more like a toddler's art project.

"I don't like surprises." You tell him honestly. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to come off harsh, but Rooster, what the fuck is that?" You ask as you point to his pitiful excuse for lunch.

He laughs and rakes a hand over his face. "'It was supposed to be a club sandwich, but I was in a rush this morning, and I may have accidentally set my gym bag on my lunch box during my drive here, and so now it's— I don't even know. If you think this looks bad, you should see pretzels."

You can't help but snort out a laugh at his misfortune. You watch him struggle to separate the layers of his sandwich from the plastic wrap. You give him a few minutes before taking pity on him and snatching it out of his hand and tossing it in the trash can.

"Hey! I was going to eat that!" He jokingly scolds you.

You roll your eyes at him before unzipping your lunch box. You were sure you'd regret this later, but you needed him properly fueled up for flying with you, that's why you were doing this.

Maybe a friendship wouldn't be so bad

"Here," you say as you extend the extra wrap you had packed towards him.

"Thank you, but I can't take your food." Bradley politely declines.

"You can, and you will. That's an order from your superior officer. Can't have you flying with me at anything less than you best." You firmly state.

"Yes, Ma'am, Commander." Bradley relents. There's an edge of something in his voice when he calls you by your rank. It's smoother than how he normally addresses you. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that there was a hint of desire in it.

No, don't go there. He's just messing with you

He leans forward and takes the wrap from your hands. His eyes linger on your for just a moment linger than necessary. You can feel a flush creeping up your cheeks. You quickly settle back in your chair and clear your throat.

"It's spicy." You blurt out. Rooster looks at you confused. "The wrap. It's spicy. It's buffalo chicken. Sorry, I should have told you that before." You shake your head.

"No worries. I love spicy things. The hotter, the better." You winks at you. He honest to gods winks at you.

Is he flirting with you right now?

You open your mouth for a witty comeback, but you can't think of one. You're too focused on watching him take a generous bite of the lunch you've offered him. You transfixed as he lets out an appreciative groan.

"'Holy shit, this is fantastic. You make this yourself?" Rooster asks you after he swallowed another bite.

"Yeah, I love cooking." You spit out. His happy little sounds he makes when he his eating has you flustered for the first time in a very long time.

You haven't felt like this since you were a young God, lying in a wildflower field, your head in Persephone's lap as she braided poppies in your hair and hummed under her breath. It makes your heart ache that he's so much like her.

For a fleeting moment, you wonder if she knows about Bradley. You wonder if she sits on her flower throne and looks down upon you to see what you're up to. You wonder if she misses you.

But then you think better of it. She has no reason to miss you. Not after—

She doesn't miss you

No one does

"Hades, you ready to go?" Bradley asks as he pulls you from your thoughts.

"What?" You ask him, not sure what he just said.

"Our hop is in forty-five minutes. We might want to suit up." Bradley tells you.

"Oh, yeah." I'll meet you in the hanger." You say before quickly gathering your things.

"Thanks again for lunch!" Bradley calls behind you as you bolt for the locker room. Thankfully, it's empty when you go in there. You shove your belongings away before dashing over to a sink and splashing some cold water on your face. It sizzles and turns to steam in an instant.

"Stop it!" You yell at your reflection in the mirror. "Stop letting a silly mortal throw you off." You say to yourself. "Feelings are for the weak. Love and desire will only hold you back or hurt you." You say before shaking your head. You splash some more cold water on your cheeks. As much as you want to give into the desire that is sparking, you know it's a bad idea. You gave in once, and look where that got you.

But you like the way he makes you feel

You like that he isn't afraid of you

You roll your shoulders back and compose yourself before heading out of the locker room. Your sleek black helmet with neon blue flames and letters bearing your call sign is tucked up under your arm.

Rooster is chatting with Maverick inside the open hanger when you meet up with them.

"You ready for this test run? You and Rooster will be working together to try and take me down." Maverick says.

"I've been told no one has been able to take you out, sir. I hope you're ready for that winning streak to come to an end." You tell Maverick with a serious look. He laughs at your enthusiasm.

Before the three of you head to your planes, you quickly blink three times to make their lifetime counters appear.

Maverick's is unchanged from the last time you saw him, but your heart drops when you look at Bradley's. The nearly fifty years he had this morning had now been replaced with a little over an hour. That meant something was going to happen during your hop.

No. You couldn't let that happen

"Wait!" You screech. Both men turn to look at you. "I haven't done my preflight check. Have you?" You ask them.

"'Lieutenant Myers, from mantanince gave them a once over for us during our lunch. We should be fine." Maverick assures you.

"Still, I think we should go over them again just to be safe." You try to persuade them as you watch Bradley's timer dwindle.

"Hades, Lieutenant Myers knows what he's doing." Rooster tries to convince you.

"I—I just have a gut feeling. Call me crazy. I'll make you a deal. We do a deep check on the aircrafts. If everything is fine, drinks are on me tonight at the Hard Deck. If something is off, we can prevent anything bad from happening." You say.

"Fine. I guess double checking couldn't hurt." Maverick reluctantly agrees.

The three of you spend the next half hour going over your jets. Well—you pretend to be. You're more focused on Rooster's time clock. It still hadn't gone back up. If it didn't before the flight, you'd have to be extra vigilant during the hop to make sure nothing happens to him.

You're checking some gears when you hear Bradley call out. "Oh shit. That's not fucking good."

You and Maverick both cone around to see what he's talking about. You don't really care what it is. You're more concerned with his clock. You turn the corner of your plane and see that his timer has gone back up. You breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?" You ask him.

"The fuel line is loose. If I had taken this in the air, it probably would have detached, and I would have been screwed. Mav, you need to talk to Lieutenant Myers and make sure he knows what he's doing." Bradley says as he stands there with his hands on his hips.

"Well, Rooster, you're definitely grounded for the rest of the day. It looks like we will have to reschedule the software test because it's a three pilot job." Maverick sighed.

"Damn, I was really looking forward to Hades and I kicking your ass old man." Rooster laughs.

"Well, we still have the range for the rest of the afternoon. Are you two up for something fun?" Maverick says in a low voice with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Define 'fun'." You say as you turn to him. "I was thinking a little ace versus ace action Hades. You and me, first one to get missile lock on the other wins. I've seen you fly. I know you're good, kid. But I want to know if you can beat the best." Maverick smirks at you.

"What's the wager?" You ask him.

"200 push-ups and bragging rights?" Maverick propositions you.

"500, bragging rights, and a joyride in your P-51 I've heard so much about." You counter.

"Deal." You and Maverick shake hands.

"What about me?" Rooster throws up his hands before putting him on his hips and staring the two of you down.

You pause for a moment and look around the hanger before your eyes land on Phoenix and Bob's plane. A devilish grin spreads across your face.

"Rooster, have you ever been a back seater?" You ask him with a Cheshire smile.

"Oh no, Hades, I don't like that look." He shakes his head, knowing exactly what you're thinking.

"Too bad, it's the only one I've got." You shrug before taking off towards the two seater aircraft. Bradley follows hot on your heels.

You climb into the cockpit, and both of you go over your preflight checks. "Hades, you know I'm fucking clueless back her right? My dad was a RIO, and I did not inherit his skill set." Rooster tells you as he fits his oxygen mask to his face.

"Don't worry, Roo. Just buckle up and enjoy the ride." You tell him as you head down the runway.

Wait. Are you flirting with him?

Moments later, the two of you are airborne and on the hunt for Maverick. "As far as I can tell, nothing on radar, and I don't see him." Rooster reports as he scans the sky. You acknowledge him as you do the same.

"Come on, Maverick, where are you?" You mumble. You think back to your training. If he's not on radar, he's either too far away or directly under your or above you. You doubt he is above you, so your best guess is he is flying under you just out of sight.

Trusting your guy, you climb higher. "Holy shit. Hades, what are you doing?" Rooster asks you, startled by your sudden movements.

"Trust me," you say. Once you're high enough, you invernt and, bingo. Just like you thought, Maverick is below you.

"Hang on, Rooster. I've got him, " you say before dropping down straight for Maverick.

The glare of the sun helps hide you, but Maverick is smart and sees you coming. You drop in behind him.

Rooster is shouting directions at you trying to help. He's known Maverick longer and knows his tricks.

Soon, the two of you are locked in a battle of wits. Maverick can't shake you, but you can't get a lock on him.

"I need to get him to a higher altitude. Any ideas?" You ask Rooster. "One, but you aren't going to like it." Bradley chuckles before telling you his plan. He was right, you didn't like it, you loved it.

You rose and hovered over Maverick, inverting and keeping pace with him before forcing him into a climbing cobra spiral. The two jets danced across the sky, higher and higher.

"Alright, Hades, you put us here. What's your plan?" Maverick asks as he matches you, turn for turn.

"A magician never reveals all her secrets." You tell him as you narrow your eyes.

"Now, Rooster?" You ask Bradley for confirmation.

"Now!" He confirms. One his signal, you let up of the thrust and break out of the spiral before dropping into the pocket behind Maverick. He wasn't expecting the sudden change, and it throws him off. Maverick quickly corrects himself and attempts to evade you, but it's no use. You have him right where you want him. For the first time in a year, Maverick hears the missile lock tones ring out in his head set.

"Holy shit! You got him!" Rooster cheers as he celebrates in his seat.

You wish you could turn around and see what he looks like right now. You're sure a bright smile is spread across his face just under his oxygen mask. You bring the plane in for a landing as he continues to cheer. His joyfulness is infectious.

Just like hers was.

When your boots hit the tarmac after landing, you're prepared to head to the locker room. You're making Maverick save his push-ups for Monday so everyone can watch. Rooster is itching to get to the Hard Deck to tell everyone about today, and he's eager to see you outside of your uniform.

What you weren't prepared for, however, was for Rooster to wrap his arms around you in a crushing bear hug and for him to spin you around while praising you.

You face smooshes into his chest, and you inhale his scent. He smells like jet fuel, sunshine, and poppy.

You want to fight the hug, but at the same time, you want to lean into it.

He's so warm

Something about him feels—safe

When his brain finally catches up with him, he quickly puts you down before taking a step back and looking down.

"Sorry, I—I shouldn't have done that." He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.

Do it again

"'It's fine. You were excited. No sweat." You brush him off. He sighs out an agreement, and you see the flash of hurt across his eyes.

"You were really something up there, Hades." Bradley remarks as the two of you walk towards the locker rooms.

"But, I gotta know. How did you know something was wrong with my plane?" Rooster asked you. "I just had a gut feeling. Something felt off." You shrug.

"You basically saved my life. If I'd gone up with that leaking fuel line, who knows what could have happened." Bradley said.

You know what would have happened.

"Maybe we should start calling you Angel instead of Hades." Bradley chuckles. "Seeing how you were watching out for me, it fits." You pause and stare at him.

"You know, because Hades is the God of death, but you were like a guardian angel looking out for me today." He tries to explain to you.

"Trust me, Roo. I'm no angel." You say with a hint of sadness in your voice.

"Too late." Bradley fires back. "I've already decided, that's your new nickname. Now, I will see you at the Hard Deck so we can rub it in Jake's face that you were the first one to take down Mav—Angel." Bradley smirks at you before disappearing into the men's locker room.

You shake your head

If only he knew

You quickly shower and change. You knew you were going out with the team tonight, so you remember to pack something nice to wear. You slip into a black body body suit that has a tasteful amount of cleavage that is accentuated by the lace of the bralette you have on underneath it.

A dark pair of ripped jeans and black ankle boots complete the look. You tie a flannel shirt around your waist just in case it gets chilly this evening.

You pull half of your hair up away from your face before applying some very out of regs make-up. Just because you were going there to keep up appearances didn't mean you had to look like a slob when doing it.

There was something about fashion that made you feel powerful. And if Bradley just so happened to like it and give you a little extra attention, what was the harm in that?

"And Aphroditie thinks she's the pretty one." You chuckle to yourself after you swipe your final coat of lipstick on.

.............

Jake let's out a low wolf-whistle the second he sees you approaching the corner pool table that the Daggers take up residence at every time they are at the Hard Deck.

"What do we have here? If it ain't Hades." He calls out as you approach them. "And here I thought I we were the good-looking ones, Coyote." Jake chuckles as he approaches you. You roll your eyes and grab the pool stick out of his hand.

He goes to protest, but you don't pay him any attention. You line up a shot and look up just in time to lock eyes with Rooster. You hold eye contact with him and give him a crimson smile as the ball drops into the pocket.

"Eat your heart out, Bagman." Jake stands there looking at you bewildered with some shot glasses in his hand. You take one and down the liquid before handing it back to him. "While you're doing that, I think we all could use another round. Why don't you be a dear and grab it for us. "You wink at him as you make your way around the table to Rooster.

"You sure know how to make an entrance." Bradley says as you walk up to him. You don't miss the way his eyes linger on you as he takes in your form. "You look—good." He tells you.

"Maybe if you wore something besides Hawaiian shirts and shaved that dorky mustache, you'd look good too." You tease him. A wide smile spreads over his face.

"You are something else, Angel." He laughs.

"What did I say about calling me that?" You say, putting your hands on your hips.

"And I already told you, I didn't care. What are you going to do? Pull rank on me again to get me to stop?" He states as his voice drops and octave.

You stand up on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Lieutenant Commander?" A teasing smirk tugs at the corner of your lips when you settle back down.

Okay, you were definitely flirting

Rooster cocks his head to the side before settling a hand on your hip and drawing you closer to him. You let out as surprised gasp as you feel the hairs of his mustache prickle against your ear. "Maybe I would. What are you going to do about it?" He breathes out before walking away like nothing happened.

It takes you a minute to reset your brain. You can't believe he just did that.

Oh Gods

You were fucked

...............

Later that night, you stroll down the hallway to your apartment. You fiddle with your key and unlock the door.

"Cerby, Hydra, I'm home!" You call out to your pets. Normally, your dog and cat both rush to greet you at the door, but tonight they don't.

You flick on the hall light and kick off your shoes before calling out to them. They still don't come. Your apartment is quiet—too quiet. You stay still and listen.

You run your right hand over your left forearm and pull out the dagger for your rose and dagger tattoo. The ink materializes into heavy iron and steel in your hand. You hear a commotion in the kitchen.

You stalk silently towards the room, ready to attack whoever is there. You take a deep breath before popping around the corner.

But once you do, you stop in your tracks.

"Minthe?" You ask as you see her standing in your kitchen with Cerby and Hydra.

"Hades, love, I'm so glad you're home! Why don't you take a seat. We need to talk.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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Summer of love and... jealousy?

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.5K

SUMMARY | Graduation is over, and the summer vacation just started. All that is left to do now is look for an apartment in New York and have fun while you still can. And when you meet someone who asks you out on a date, Chris can't help but let his jealous side shine through, by crashing your very first date.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Sexual tension is slightly growing between Reader and Chris, but Reader is a little oblivious to it, Chris gets jealous and overprotective, some angst here and there, Chris is basically a jealous asshole in the last part of this story.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Baker's Dozen AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

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''I can't believe high school is finally done,'' you said to Chris as you were both in the kitchen at his house, baking together. Chris was making an apple pie with walnuts, and you were baking a classic cherry pie, which would always be your favorite. ''I know, but now the real adult life will start!'' he exclaimed, and it made you laugh hard. ''Yeah, I'm not sure I'm as happy about that as you are,'' you chuckled as you got your pie dough out of the oven. ''Well, as long as we can get through life together, we will be completely fine, Muffin,'' he said as he looked at you with a little smirk, and something you can't quite place shining through in his eyes. ''I know, Cupcake, I know,'' you sighed as you leaned over to grab the rolling pin that was next to him.

You accidentally stumbled a bit and almost fell, prompting Chris to drop whatever he was holding in favor of grabbing you before you both hit the floor and once again you were in his arms, where it felt safe. ''Sorry 'bout that, just needed the rolling pin,'' you said as you grabbed it and worked yourself out of his grasp, even though he didn't want to let you go. ''It's okay, let's just say it's a good thing I was there to catch you,'' he said and he winked before continuing to make his pie, which was nearly done at this point. ''Alright, just need to put it in the oven, can I help you with anything?'' he offered as he came to stand behind you, practically caging you against the counter with his body. You felt his warm breath glide past your ear and it made the hairs in your neck stand up a little.

''I- uh, I'm almost done, but thank you,'' you said to Chris as you felt his chest press softly into your back, making your breath hitch a little. ''Alright, I'll be right here if you need me,'' he said as he pointed to where he just worked, so he could clean up some of the mess he just made. He left you standing where you were and it immediately felt cold without him, but you didn't pay too much attention, because you were trying to make a beautiful top for your pie which needed your concentration. When it is done you can put it in the oven, you're always grateful for the fact they have 2 ovens, and the both of you often make use of them and no one complains because everyone enjoys both your creations. This was kind of your goodbye gift to everyone since the two of you would be moving to New York very soon.

A few days later it was finally time, you and Chris would officially make the drive over to New York together in your Range Rover. Chris decided to leave his car at home so his siblings could use that one, and both of you could share yours. It was completely stuffed with everything you might need in the next few days and the last of your clothing which you still kept at home. The two of you decided to go pretty early in the morning, so by the time noon came around, you were already over halfway on your way to New York. ''Want to make a stop for some lunch?'' you offered as you decided to pull the car off of the highway and onto the parking lot of a little diner. ''Sounds good, I'm starving over here!'' Chris joked the two of you had more than enough snacks to last you a week.

When you found a parking spot both of you got out, happy to finally be able to stretch your legs a little bit. Chris groaned as he stretched his back, and you were happy to finally be able to walk around and get some of the feelings back in your legs after driving for multiple hours on end. ''Wanna switch when we're done, Muffin? I don't mind driving the rest of the way so you can just relax a little,'' he said as he walked over to the door of the diner, opening it for you like a true gentleman. ''Thanks, Cupcake, and yeah, that would be nice actually. As much as I love my car, it would be nice to just relax for a few hours,'' you said as the both of you found a booth to sit in. You both picked up a menu and decided what to order.

You went for a stack of buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup, while Chris went for a lunch consisting of a cheese and ham omelet with toast on the side. Both of you got a milkshake to share and a big piece of lemon meringue pie each to finish off your lunch. ''That was amazing,'' you said as you walked out the door, Chris just finished paying and now you would resume your drive to your 2-bedroom apartment, which you would be sharing with Chris while the two of you were in college together. ''M'lady,'' Chris said with a smug voice as he opened the driver's side door for you, giving you a small peck on your head as you got in, he couldn't resist it. You just smiled a little bit, you always loved these small signs of affection from him.

The rest of the drive went smoothly and by the time 4 PM rolled around the two of you were completely settled in your new apartment. Everything you needed was already there or the two of you bought and got shipped over there, so you could just move in and not worry about any of it. As a present, all three of your parents have chipped in with rent for the first 6 months, so you could both get fully settled with school and a job on the side until you could support yourselves. Now, Chris was sitting on the couch while you got something to drink for both of you. ''C'mere Muffin, I need some cuddles,'' Chris sighed as you walked in and you happily agreed, sliding onto the couch next to him and finding your usual spot with your head on his chest, his arm around your shoulders.

The next two weeks of your vacation were spent mostly preparing for the upcoming school year by getting supplies, you desperately needed a new laptop, and the two of you were looking for a job to get you through culinary school. As luck would have it, you were both hired to work at a diner that was a short 10-minute walk from your house, so it couldn't be better than that. You were hired as a waitress, and Chris was hired as a chef in the kitchen, but you both enjoyed doing what you did, it was a bit of a break from your regular lives. ''Damn, Muffin, you look delicious in your outfit,'' Chris said the first time you wore your work clothes, consisting of a red pinstripe dress and a white apron to give a bit of an old-time diner feel.

Most of your shifts were spent working alongside each other, but Chris just couldn't help and flirt with you sometimes, much to the dismay of your colleagues, because they all had a crush on the new chef, and you couldn't blame them if you were honest. ''Are you two datin' or somethin'?'' Joy, a fellow waitress, asked one evening during your break. ''Oh no, we've known each other since we were kids and have been best friends for nearly 15 years now,'' you shrugged. ''And now we're roommates since we're both going to attend CIA this fall to get our degree in Baking and Pastry Arts!'' you said with a proud smile on your face. Joy, however, wasn't entirely convinced, but she left it at that, all it meant is that she had a chance with Chris, or so she thought.

During the summer both you and Chris worked a lot, and you had befriended pretty much everyone who works at the diner. One night, at closing, one of the chefs working in the kitchen alongside Chris, asked you out on a date. ''Y/N? Can I ask you something?'' he started, not sure how to ask you out. ''Of course, Jessie, anything!'' you said with your usual cheery voice. ''Would you, uh, would you like to go out with me sometime?'' he asked with a bit of a shy voice, and it made you giggle a little bit. ''Actually, that sounds nice. Did you want to grab dinner tomorrow night? I saw we were both having the day off,'' you offered and he happily agreed. ''You have my number, so just let me know what time I have to be ready and I will be waiting!'' you said before starting to count the registers, you were pretty excited about it.

Chris had to work the next day, so you could get ready by yourself which you were pretty happy about, if he would've been there he'd surely been all over you about your date. Jessie texted you that the two of you would be going to a pretty fancy restaurant, so you opted to wear a light blue pants suit that matched your eyes. Your make-up was light and your hair was loose around your shoulders, framing your face nicely. Just when the clock hit 7 PM you heard a knock on your door and you opened it to find Jessie in a black 2-piece suit with a white shirt, looking pretty good. ''Oh wow, you look amazing, Y/N,'' Jessie said before handing you the flowers he got you. ''Thank you, I'm just going to put them in water and I'll be ready, you can come in if you want!'' you said before walking to the kitchen to get a vase.

''You have a pretty nice apartment here, do you live alone?'' he asked, and you told him how you live here with Chris, but he's at work so he's not here right now. ''Ah, I didn't know you two knew each other,'' he said, he was relatively new at the diner so you couldn't fault him for not knowing. ''Speaking of Chris, I'm just going to write him a note that I won't be here when he comes home, otherwise, he'll be worried,'' you said before writing a note about where you were and with who, so he didn't have to worry. ''Okay, I'm ready!'' you say as you grab your purse and keys, letting Jessie walk out the door first so you could close it behind you. When the two of you arrived at his car he opened the door for you, and then drove about 20 minutes to a restaurant called 'Gramercy Tavern'.

When the two of you were seated you were quickly waited on and when the waitress wanted to offer you some wine you had to refuse. ''I'm sorry, but I'm not of legal drinking age yet, so I'll just stick to water tonight,'' you said with a soft smile and the waitress smiled back after apologizing. ''How old are you, if I may ask?'' Jessie said, a pink tint on his cheeks. ''Don't worry, it's nothing illegal! I'm 19 so I still have to wait a few years to be allowed to drink,'' you explained and he let out a sigh of relief. ''I'm sorry, I should have asked sooner,'' he said and the two of you let it go. The conversation actually flowed pretty well and by the time the two of you were almost done with your main course, someone stumbled towards the both of you.

You looked over and your mouth just hung open, you couldn't believe Chris just showed up when you were on a date with someone. ''Chris, what are you-'' is all you could get out before he leaned over the table facing you. ''Why did you not tell me you were going on a date with someone? And him, of all people? You have to be kidding me!'' he said as he raised his voice, embarrassing all three of you. ''Chris, please-'' you said but you didn't get the chance to speak. ''What happened to you calling me Cupcake? You haven't called me Chris in literal years,'' he said with a pout and you were done. ''Jessie, excuse us for a moment,'' you said before getting up and grabbing Chris by his arm, and dragging him outside.

''Are you out of your fucking mind?!'' you said with a raised voice when the two of you finally were outside. ''Why the fuck do you think you have the right to embarrass me on a date like that? I don't belong to you, Chris, so you had no fucking right to pull the stunt you just did! All I did was have dinner with someone from work who I might want to get to know better, but you have ruined every. single. chance.'' you yelled at him, you were beyond angry at this point. He never pulled anything like this before, and you weren't going to let him get away with it now. ''I just-'' he started, but this time you didn't let him finish. ''Please go home, Chris, we will talk about this when I'm home, which is probably going to be early after the shit you just pulled,'' you said through gritted teeth before walking back inside.

Chris thought about going back inside and going after you, but he decided against it, he was going home and he would wait for you. ''I'm so sorry for him, he usually doesn't act like this and I don't know what came over him, we're not together or anything, he's just very jealous,'' you sighed when you sat down at the table where Jessie had patiently waited for you to get back. ''It's okay, don't worry about it. Let's just make the most of tonight,'' he said and you did. After dinner, the two of you went for ice cream and then he dropped you off at home.

The two of you were standing in front of your front door, as you said ''Normally I'd ask you to come in, but I don't think that's smart with what just happened,'' you said as you blushed, but Jessie just grabbed your hand and gave it a soft squeeze. ''Like I said, it's okay. I had a great time tonight, and I'd love to do it again if you'll have me,'' he said and you happily nodded. After that Jessie softly put two of his fingers underneath your chin to lift your head a little bit as he leaned in for a soft kiss, and when your lips molded together, you heard the front door open and Chris practically pulled you inside before you could even say goodbye to Jessie. Now you were officially done with Chris and his jealous antics. He's not going to know what hit him this time.

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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@ramblesanddragons made a post about how Bruno would look into the future and see Star Wars and stuff and how he would love the Mars Rover and then I started thinking if he might rant about those things when sick and then this madness happened. It completely got away from me, especially in the end, I'm so sorry. This doubles as a get well soon story for you @ramblesanddragons hope you feel better soon

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"Tio Bruno? Everything alright?"

Mirabel's question, although uttered silently as to not attract too much attention, has - of course - attracted the attention of the entire family.

'Because they are busybodies, every single one of them,' Mirabel thinks with fond exasperation, conveniently ignoring the fact that she is just as bad.

Hence, her question.

But honestly, Bruno looks… bad. Not 'straight out of the walls malnourished'-bad, but bad enough. He does his best to act like everything is fine, but Mirabel sits next to him at the breakfast table and she can see the sheen of sweat on his brow and the red tint to his cheeks.

Her tio blinks at her owlishly, a vacant look in his eyes. "Huh?"

"Are you alright?" Mirabel doesn't bother keeping her voice down. The whole family is more or less openly staring by now.

Bruno blinks some more and then waves his hand dismissively. "Ah sure, sure. Of course. Just a bit of a headache and I stubbed my toe. The force has forsaken me today."

Mirabel blinks. Bruno owlishly blinks back.

"The… the what now?"

Bruno shrugs and tries to put some butter on his knife, but somehow he can't seem to make it stick. "Miercoles. I wish I had a lightsaber right now. Would cut through this butter like… butter. Heh."

"Uh-"

"Luke's lightsaber. I like his color best."

"What are you-?"

Pepa and Julieta groan and get up from their seats. Julieta gives her brother a quick kiss on the forehead (announcing "yep, a fever" to the gathered crowd) and then hurries to the kitchen to make him some healing soup. Pepa takes the knife out of Bruno's hand and butters his bread for him.

"Don't worry about it, kids. When your uncle has a fever he sometimes talks about some weird stuff he's seen in the future."

"It's not weird." Bruno mutters,nibbling his now buttered toast. "It's the war among the stars." He turns to Antonio sitting on his other side and pats his head. "The force is strong in you, young padawan. I can feel it."

Antonio has no idea what that means, but he beams anyway. "Thanks Tio."

"Wait wait wait?" Camilo leans forward. "There is gonna be a war among the stars?"

Pepa tries to shush him, but it's too late. Bruno is already getting to his feet. He wobbles a little but keeps his balance by putting his hand on top of Mirabel's head. The girl is too perplexed to argue. "In a galaxy, far away! It's a period of civil war and the spaceships -"

"Spaceships???"

"Enough." Pepa snaps. "It's the fever talking. There is no war in space. And I don't think there will be, it's just your uncle talking nonsense. We can't go up to space."

"We so will. We will be all over the place." Bruno disagrees. He lights up. "Like Opportunity! Opportunity will be up there." He lifts his head to look at the ceiling and to the horror of all but Pepa, who merely sighs, he starts to cry. "Oh Opportunity! Far away from home, but so brave. Oh, such a brave, little rover. You did good. You did really good. Everyone loved you. Will love you. Will have… Will have been lo-... Will have to have love-?"

"Okay, he's messing up his tenses. That's our cue to get you to bed." Pepa interrupts his confused ramblings. "Tell Juli to bring the soup to his room."

She takes her brother's arm to lead him away. Dolores gets up and walks up to them. "Do you need help, Mama? Should I cancel my date with Mariano?"

Bruno stops and takes Dolores' face between his two hands.

"No! Don't you dare! That's a good himbo you got there. The best. The perfect blend of hunk, jock and decent man. Don't you let him get away, Queen!"

Pepa looks so done as she pulls him away. "Come on Bruno, there is some nice soup with your name on it waiting for you."

They disappear around a corner but the kids can still hear some of their conversation.

"Aw, that sounds fab af. Shut up and take my money, sis!"

"I have no idea what that means, hermanito."

The kids all stare at each other in various states of bafflement, worry and confusion.

"What is a himbo?" Dolores breaks the silence. "Is that… Is that something good?"

"I'm sure it is." Agustin reassures her. "But maybe don't ask what it means either?"

"Why?"

"Well… once during a fever Bruno told me that the women of the future would consider me a dilf. I asked him what that meant and he wouldn't tell me but then Juli kinda forced him to tell her but then she refused to tell me! But every now and then she will look at me and whisper that word and just… giggle."

Felix pats his shoulder with an understanding air around him and all present get the distinct impression that he has a similar story to tell.

The grandkids all exchange looks and silently agree, there and then, to never ask.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #Encanto drabble #I don't even know man #I'm so sorry about that ending but I couldn't NOT!#surely you understand #Sick Bruno Madrigal

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reggiejworkshop · 2 years

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"VHS 'Screenshots' from Wakko's Springfield Score"

"Coming this Saturday, everyone famous daytime trio will get to meet up everyone's famous primetime family on April 1! Only on Fox!" proposed tagline.

These are recovered, totally not fake, screenshots from a lost crossover special of Animaniacs and Simpsons made circa 1996 before it was canceled mid production due to unknown production issues, and totally not by a bored artist who wanted to have another go at creating VHS screen captures. No, its not based on a crossover fanfic I never got around to writing.

Okay, maybe it is.

Here's some dialogue for each screenshot scene going top to bottom.

Not to be long winded with a lengthy explanation, the fanfic story basically would have been a AU crossover fic where Yakko and Wakko Warner are former street hustlers turned detectives who run into Clancy Wiggum, a private investigator. (loosely based on that one shot Simpsons episode where he goes by Wiggum PI)

Wakko wants to team up with him, but he's turned down when it's considered to be too dangerous. What followed would be a series of hijinks as Wakko proved his worth as a detective; Krusty the comedian being framed for a serious crime, Inspector Scratchensniff on the hunt for the Wanrer Brothers and the missing Warner sister, all of it tied with together with some involvement with the Springfield Mafia.

So yeah, a simplish plot. Maybe if I ever get into writing fanfics again, I might actually write the whole story.

1)Wiggum PI: "Sorry Rover, I already got a partner, this city's too dangerous for a cat, dog...what are you two again?"

Yakko Warner: "Look, PI we barely know on our own show, that's not changing here"

2)Krusty: "Hey, Why the hell should I trust you? You're the reason I'm this mess in the first place!"

Wakko: "Cause I'm the only one who can clear your name!"

3)Skinny Boy: "We got to find those three deformed children before Fat Tony and his goons do! There's no telling what will happen when he gets a hold of them!"

Inspector Scratchensniff: "He's not the one we need to be worried about!"

4) Yakko, Wakko, and Dot "Heeelllo Tony!" (group kiss)

Fat Tony: "This meeting was a mistake..."

#the simpsons #animaniacs #crossover fanart #fanart #warner bros animation #fox animation #90s cartoons #fake screenshot #digital drawing #yakko wakko and dot #wiggum pi #fat tony #seymour skinner #hello nurse #dr scratchansniff #krusty the clown #ralph the guard

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roosterforme · 1 year

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Dilf!Jake and his wife are like of Gomez and Morticia Addams were made of gold and sunlight. Literally obsessed with their each other and love and support their children sm

Half the neighbors love them, the ones who don't are envious deep down. All their kids' friends love them bc their cool and nice and when they hit the tween age they develop puppy crushes on them

But also a known fixture of the neighbors and base, king and queen of their little circle tbh. Some people assume they keep up the lovey dovey stuff as an act so someone says something bad about his wife once and Jake is all 🤨😡 . Mrs. Seresin? Hears others complain about their husband's and she's like ???? Jake would simply never

When one of their daughter punch a boy who's harassing her they take her out for ice-cream. Jake ties his sons tie for prom :((. They learn how to curl and style hair together so they can always be prepared for hair emergency with their kids.

I fuckin love dilf Jake and his wife sorry for such a long ask shisisjsh

You gave me a lot of options, so I'm just rolling with it!

This is for my Dagger DILFs 3k party!

You didn't always love coming to these neighborhood parties. You and Jake both felt like everyone else tried to turn everything into a competition.

And for some reason, at the moment, all of the women were in some sort of competition to see whose husband was the worst. As a way of humble bragging about themselves.

"Harry never manages to get his clothes in the hamper. There are always socks three feet away from it on the floor. I mean, it's not that big a deal, because the maid picks up after him, but still."

"You think that's bad? Jeremy can't cook anything. When I asked him for help, he suggested we just hire a personal chef. That's how we ended up with Andre, which is actually great, because he's classically trained."

"Tim wrecked my car last year. That's how I managed to get him to buy me the Land Rover."

You were trying to just sip your wine and mind your own business. It worked for a while, but then they all turned toward you. "Well, what's Jake like? Be honest!"

You tried to shrug it off, saying he was a great husband, but they pressed you for more.

"Honestly? He's an adult. He doesn't miss the hamper, or pee on the bathroom floor. He's not a great cook, but he can take care of himself. He doesn't go out joyriding and wreck my car and bring home a new one like it doesn't even matter."

The women were all glaring at you now. "Oh, so he's perfect, then?" one of them asked with a sneer.

You nodded slowly. "Yeah, he's pretty perfect. He's good in bed, too."

A few seconds later, you were carting your husband out of the party and back down the street to your house. "We are not going back to one of these wine nights again. I hate them," you growled.

"Oh, thank goodness," he agreed, kissing your cheek. "The guys were all bitching about their wives, and then they got mad when I told them I actually like you."

#3k followers #dagger dilfs #if you ask emily

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blimbo-buddy · 2 months

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The silk is actually made from multiple bugs.

The main components is yes, Spider. some from a tarantula spider with the kindest heart but strongest personality (Yes. I love Gerbo. Fight me he's in BWNM now.)

A lot of the silk is from different bugs and Phosphur will tell you eat bug's name, their livelihood and their life's story. This poncho details life and history like an archive.

If Phosphur were to pass, he'll make sure everyone knows the story and tales of who helped make the poncho.

Also because of the different bugs silk for the poncho it's kind of unreasonably stronger than average. Think of it like a real life Pokemon String Strong to where it can bind and hold even the strongest beetle.

(I'm sorry if that's OP I'll nerf it if you want)

I also had this like idea for spider society. Their names being based on beasts and bestial animals.

Such as a Tarantula named Wolf, a Huntsmen Spider named Viper or Python, many dangerous sounding intimidating names.

My BWNM version of Gerbo from Bugbo would be named either.. hmm.. Bear, Wolf, Dog, Rover because what if he was an isolated spider learning wild life for the first time, or maybe Puppy!

I like that idea. A spider named Puppy!

Ooughh he's my Ouppy!

Oh I see! Super cool that Phosphorus knows the names of the bugs that helped give him the silk poncho.

It wouldn't be too op for the silk poncho to be as strong as it is, silk in general is pretty strong for what it is and I'd imagine that a couple hundred layers of it would really reinforce it's strength

ALSO THAT FUCKING SPIDER NAME THING IS GENIUS HOLY FUCK HOW DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT. Okay maybe one more edit to the bug world no mercy name thing wouldn't hurt (Will give credit)

If I ever make a bug world no mercy comic i'm slapping gerbo and bugbo in a background shot for sure now (Bugbo got sent to the Beetle Dynasty because he reminds me of a beetle)

#blimbo rambles #ask #bug world no mercy

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angxliquel · 1 year

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TOH AU!!

Quints a human who magically ends up in the Boiling Isles (to be determined exactly how he gets there) and wants to learn magic because. of course he does. He's overall fascinated by the coven system but also just how magic in general works. He falls into the care of (you'll never believe it) Yursl!! I don't know if she'd be something different than the owl lady, but the owl lady would be cool because imagine Johnny Steve as Hooty or something 😭

I don't know if there'd be a "King" in this au since it's technically just if the tlkoe kids were inside the TOH universe, and it's not necessarily a "Quint is Luz" or "___ is King" AU. Quint IS kind of like Luz but their motives for learning magic are slightly different, and besides Yursl being a bit of an insert of Eda, that's kinda where it ends. (watch me contradict this in like two seconds) Mainly what I'm trying to say is that this storyline doesn't follow either the toh or tlkoe cannon ones to a tee, but still has elements of both

Jack is in the Illusion Track, but I feel like later on he would start to dabble in Abomination (since it's the closest thing to his zombie powers). He's still an orphan lmao, and lives at the Boiling Isles Orphanage. He transfers to Hexide from another school about a year previous to Quint's arrival. He comes across a poorly disguised Quint who was on a supply run for Yursl, and is absolutely AMAZED by him. The boys get along immediately and begin to hang out. Jack then tries to convince Quint to enroll in Hexide, which Quint finally does later in the future. Jacks Palisman would def be Rover, who, when not in palisman form, can (maybe,idk) switch between the normal palisman size and normal Rover Size.

For June, I'd say she'd be In Abomination or Beast Keeping. I say Abomination because 1: it's cool, and 2: Blasty could be like the spiky abomination glove Amity does in Eclipse Lake when fighting against Hunter. June wouldn't keep it on as near often as she does with Blasty in the books, but she would bring it out for fights. And if she WAS in Abomination, she'd be able to help out Jack when he starts to get into it (again, doesn't follow the tlkoe canon). She's still head of the Newspaper Club, and her Palisman would be Neon

Dirk is easily the Plant Track. He COULD be Construction, but idk I just see Plant more. Imagine him doing the Plant/Whip thing Willow does in the beginning of "Any Sport in a Storm." Almost like how he was into lassoing and cowboy stuff in Book Three (I wanna say three) His palisman is Drooler!!

So basically, how everyone would meet:

Quint arrives at Hexide under the disguise of a regular witch with Jack's help. (Quint pretends to be a witch during the entrance exam, in which he barely scrapes by. Obviously this only makes him more determined) Jack brings Quint to the newspaper room (since jack is still in the newspaper) and introduces him to the club. Quint catches Junes attention cause Quint sucks at lying and she can tell somethings up. She doesn't pry into it then and there, but still keeps it in her mind. At Lunch, June talks to Dirk. Dirk and June are friends; they have sort of a sibling dynamic and confine in each other. Dirks not really a bully per say, but he still gets into trouble and June's always there to get him out of it. (As she'll do with the rest of the group, until later when she unmasks a bit and gets a lil silly too) June proposes her theory to Dirk, and of course, she's right. At first, Dirk's like "You're ridiculous", but then he REALLY starts to look at Quint and thinks it may be possible. They both decide to look into it and go full sleuth mode- or rather June does and Dirk enables it- and find out that Quint is, in fact, a human. Chaos ensues.

"You're HUMAN??"

"Uh- yes."

"I knew it!! Dirk, see, I told you-"

"June. Not the time. "

"Right, sorry."

More Chaos- June and Dirk both swear not to tattle, but uh oh! Someone else overhears the conversation and gives the principle (tbd) the headsup. All four of them are called to the office and interrogated, before Quint's disguise falls apart and they make a run for it. Like in "I was a teenage abomination", the school goes on lock down and the gang has to use their magic to get them through the school and out the exit. After all is said and done, they don't really go like "we should be friends!" but rather they start hanging out with one another more, and soon they're thick as thieves and getting themselves into all sorts of shenanigans.

(Quint is still allowed to stay at Hexide, but he tries to stall getting assigned into a coven for as long as he can. This half-works because since there's no inspector like there was in "The First Day", there's not really a need for him to pick a track immediately.)

#the last kids on earth #this is my excuse for wanting to write them doing magic #also I love TOH #tlkoe #june del toro #jack sullivan #dirk savage #quint baker

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zingaplanet · 1 year

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Tagged by @surreality51! Thanks and sorry for the late reply, I was on a short holiday with no signal

Rules: answer 10 questions and tag 10 people you want to know better

Relationship status: Single and v v happy! (Stay drama free peeps ❤️)

Favourite colour: None, i love to paint so I gotta be partial to all my colours 😉

Three favourite foods: Noodles, dumplings, soups! (Who doesn't like them??? I dare you!)

Song stuck in my head: Just been to a folk music fest and this one originally from a traditional scottish band is such a banger (be careful you'll get obsessed!)

Last thing I listened to: My flatmate's excited squeals coming home from work seeing I'm back from my short trip! 🥺🥰

Last thing I googled: reserving a pub for my mini post-birthday celebration with friends!

Time: 20:25

Dream trip:

Trekking the full West Highland Way across the Scottish highlands from Glasgow to Fort William (doing it this year wish me luck mutuals!)

Also doing the full Annapurna Sanctuary trek up in Nepal and the himalayas but this one needs a lot more training and planning so hopefully i'll be able to do it one day! 🤞

Anything I really want: Oh honestly, just enough time, courage, luck and money to travel the world and meet incredible people every day. Maybe one day I can backpack full time ❤️

Currently reading: I've just finished reading High Adventure by Edmund Hillary! It's incredible go read it, it tells his story of the first ascent of Everest in 1953 with Tenzing Norgay

Last song: I love this one by Old Sea Brigade ❤️ a perfect companion when you're solo travelling or just up adventuring by yourself somewhere

Last movie: I went to watch Hanks' A Man Called Otto the other day I was so moved!

Last series: ummm... i'm rewatching House MD cause it's my comfort series hehe

Sweet, savoury, or spicy: SPICY! BRING ON THE HEAT!

Currently working on: nothing! Currently working on some job applications and planning my next ceilidh haha

Craving: MOMOS. MOMOS. MOMOS FTW. HAVE YOU TRIED THEM??????? They're my precious little buns i miss them 🥟

Tea or coffee: Coffee, i take it as strong as humanly possible without giving me a heart attack ☕️☕️☕️

Tagging @aramblingjay @tam-is-blogging @tocadoguara @bluskype @bluespring864 @thesunshinehoneyusstuff @alexturntable @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou + everyone who wants to do it!

#asks #tag

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jet-bradley · 1 year

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some of my friends expressed interest in the tags to this post, and i finally have a moment to think about something that isn't my capstone rover, so i attempted to transcribe them and Make My Own Post (tm). unfortunately it got long.

so the original post was about how south park fandom, despite the show being, well, south park, are convinced that the show is antiracist, antihomophobic, etc and draw art of the characters saying "racism is bad" etc. and while it's really funny from an outside perspective to watch people do that to south park, a like, objectively Not Revolutionary media... fandom does this to all media.

people ignore the conservative themes in their favorite media and/or interpret what little progressiveness that is in the source media as being WAY more revolutionary than it actually is even when it's designed to be non offensive to conservative viewers/players/readers.

and then they're surprised like "what do you MEAN there's racists in my fandom of [big name franchise IP]? have they EVER watched it?" yeah they have. you're reading into it.

like i hate people who are like ''you need to excuse your hobby interests to me for woke points'', but we need to have a real conversation about how almost no major fandom's source media is actually progressive and we don't know how to recognize actual revolutionary themes in fiction anymore. because every story is owned by the same like 3 companies, and they have a vested interest in tricking you into thinking they're being progressive when they forced the writers to remove anything truly progressive from the writing at every step of the creative process.

and to be as clear as i can. the issue here is not that people like "problematic fiction." if anything, i think demonizing people who like problematic fiction led to this. because people are so convinced that the things they like have to match their own politics--because how could they possibly like something problematic--that they assume the only valid reading of their favorite media is the one that matches their own politics. so they just assume everyone in their fandom has the same politics as they do, and it makes them blind to like. bigotry surrounding them.

because unfortunately, while i dont believe the link between what you read in fiction and what you believe IRL is like, a straight line... if you're genuinely convinced any modern major corporate IP is revolutionary--not that it can be read as revolutionary or that you headcanon the characters as revolutionary, but that it IS revolutionary--no i don't trust you to clock bigots in your real-life spaces. because i'm sorry but that's dumb as fuck. and if you're wondering if this is about your fandoms, or even my fandoms, it probably is.

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qazastra · 1 year

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5 and 8? 🎤

5) Who is your favorite K-Pop rapper, and why?

prefacing this with: i'm sorry to everyone but i am not terribly discerning nor am i generally listening to kpop for the rap verses. also im assuming this is idol kpop we r talking about specifically taeyong because i really like the way that he makes the words sound... does that make sense like he has a very specific tone and diction and i just think it's neat. i also always like to hear monsta x rap line and han and changbin in skz so i hope i like the cb! and im enamored with jurin from xg tbh

8) What's your favorite K-Pop fashion trend?

.... this is genuinely difficult because the fashion/styling of kpop in general is part of what got me into it in the first place, there is literally a certain je ne sais quoi about it as a whole that i love. like you can put together the most godawfully ugly outfit and put it on an idol at work and BAM. i suddenly see something fun about it and can appreciate it for what it is (usually) but actually i really like what i refer to as 'slutty business casual,' like blazers and slacks and button-ups but there's cutouts and lace-up details where there really shouldn't be etc etc (think the suits from libido onlyoneof and that one stage for tear drop sf9 where they're in purple or that one Very Tight white shirt that kai wore for a rover stage). also yes i am a fan of the y2k vibes a lot of ggs have been on lately if i have to pick out ONE specific trend piece i'll say i really did like those white boots with the lug soles that were popular the last few years! so much so that i got a pair for myself haha

#the loverboy hats are cute too its just annoying to me that they're so connected to that one specific brand #AND im glad the colorful motorcycle/racing jackets are still around i think those are so fun #i could also talk about kpop fashion for hours #i'm barely amateur when it comes to fashion but i sure do have fun with it #rap though i have NOthing to stand on i just know what i have fun with #m #asks #ask game

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allanonxmareth · 2 years

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A rambling post on ships

In the vein of not-quite-Shannara posting, I though I'd list (some of) my other ships that are either for Allanon or Mareth, or characters from other canons... I'm pretty much.. OTP-flexible in that I'm ride or die for my main ship, but I'm also multishippish and just love seeing different takes on characters, and I like crossovers... I also often like canon ships, I'm boring like that. ❤️ Let's see.

(CW - incest and non-con mentions under the cut, though that's a blanket warning for this blog.)

Shannara ships:

Allanon/Mareth - obviously.

Allanon/Pyria - so good. So star-crossed and wonderful. :( They're actually everything I want from a canon ship EXCEPT for her dying. Grr.

Allanon/Ellcrys - I swear it makes sense! Think about it.

Allanon/Ander - don't "actively" ship this, but it's so obvious.

Mareth/EVERYONE - literally can't think of anyone I don't ship her with. Bandon maybe (boo. I don't like him), but even that would be interesting. Mainly though: Mareth/Eretria, Mareth/Lyria (Royal marriage to unify the lands!!), Mareth/Eretria/Lyria, Mareth/Garet Jax, Mareth/OC Elf-hunting Rovers, Mareth/her cousins (ask me about it)... I like Mareth/Wil in canon, but in fic I'd like them more as friends, one-sided crush on Wil's side, that kind of thing.

Riga/Allanon/Mareth - as non-con. Add the Crimson soldiers too. >:)

The Dweller (or other monsters)/Allanon/Mareth - same.

The Warlock Lord/Allanon/Mareth - 👀

Other canons:

Crixus/Naevia (Spartacus) - *happy crying*

Shado/Slade (Arrow) - *sad crying*

Linda/Iris (The Flash) - "She shoots. She scores!" A major ship for me actually! Especially between S1 and S2, like tell me how they became closer? Knows-how-you-take-your-coffee closer? Late night work buddies. Linda baking all the cakes for Iris. CRossfit. I just... really love them together...

Earth-1 Linda/Earth-2 Linda (The Flash) - I'm sorry but HOW isn't this a bigger thing?

Anna/Bonnie (The Vampire Diaries) - this might go into crackship territory, but again... think about it

Cadence/Hayley (The Troop) - if this show was made now and not on Nickelodeon, I swear this would be big. Netflix please do a remake or something.

Lucy/Camille and Lucy/Jo - (Big Time Rush)

Crossover and crackships:

Slade Wilson/Linda Park - it writes itself. Right? Or it's at least possible. Same with Slade/Amanda Waller.

Slade Wilson (Arrow)/Rose Wilson (Titans) - this specific crossover. Slade/Rose is a very particular dirtybadwrong dynamic in the comics and on Titans, but this could be so delicious... Rose would do a number on Arrowverse Slade. Who needs daddy issues when you can have daughter issues?

Allanon/Yennefer (The Witcher) - I have @swingrlm to thank for this, as well as a ton of other plot bunnies as well. Time and dimension hopping is canon in Witcher...

Mareth/Wil/Wil's parents - Hear me out. Time travel. "Harvest festival." Back to the Future. Ritual... congregation. See?

Honestly, I could mix and match characters left and right for crackship purposes. Vampire AU everything. Time travel. Multiverse. Sky's the limit. Anyway. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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diemauer · 2 months

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@m1dfielder for plotted thingy <3

despite how hungover she felt due to her night out with daisy , she felt happy and excited over the day . learning the ropes at the campus and with the team was something she'd been looking forward to for days. there was so much to learn and it was as if her own future was paving before her so quickly. all it took was her having that footing within the front door. after picking up a few coffees to help the slight headache and grogginess she was feeling , davina headed towards the campus to report in. the wait didn't take long before she was greeted and shown around more. not that she hadn't already but there were some places that alex hadn't showed her. the building was bigger than it looked from the outside. after a through tour of the grounds , she was led back into a larger office where some of the higher ups were. hands were shook until one of the men smiled and said " congradulations . " which sparked a puzzled exrpession from the petite brunette . " i . . . thank you . " was it over the job? she could only hope until his next set of words caused her to swallow hard . ' hopefully they're just as kind as you and as determined as joshua .' head tilted and she grew a bit uneasy. " i'm so sorry – i'm . .. not expecting . " davina replied before feeling her phone vibrate in her pocket. she pulled it out to see a text from bambi. a link to what was said . peachy. the reporter who harrassed her as she was leaving from the doctor's office had conjured up some bullshit story and of course , bullshit things were said. she should have know.

her anxiety was high . unsure if jo and alex had see what was said. surely they had if bambi had seen it. part of her wished the meeting woudl hurry up and finally , thirty minutes later it was and she left out behind everyone else. davina made her way down to the first floor before she made it out and towards the range rover. however , as she opened the door to get into it , she was stopped , a hand grabbing the door , to keep it open. " alex . . . . " she sighed , trying to keep herself together and calm before taking a step back and turning around. seeing both him and jo. ' i already called bullshit on it but explain. is this why you came home upset? ' the goalkeeper asked before turning his attention towards the midfielder. " i'm not pregnant. if that's what you're worried about. " davina's gaze shifted down, fighting the urge to choke up over the fact that maybe apart of her wished for that – while the other part of her was ever so hesitant. after a second , she looked up at them both. " they believed it inside – even going as far as hoping it would be like us. " she gestured towards jo and herself. " and if you read further down . . . i was labelled some fairly... cruel things. sad thing is . . .. i'm more hurt over that . . than the pregnancy rumor. " eyes flickered up as she shook her head and leaned against the side of the vehicle. ' . . . i think this is a conversation you two should have alone. vee, don't worry about what is said. we'll talk when you get home , alright ? ' not that he didn't mind staying to hear what was being said but the more fact that this was a personal conversation between her and Jo. taking a step back , he shot jo a soft smile and gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking away , leaving the two of them alone.

#m1dfielder #pregnancy tw #𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐭 ╲ ( queue )

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moonriizee · 7 months

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₊❏❜ ⋮ ⌒ Chapter 2 - Meet-Awkward

In which, you learn about Kwaguchi Yuri and also see the first interaction of the members.

: ̗̀➛ Next , Masterlist

Life can take you many places. One day you might be in a concert, performing your heart out. Your own mixed group happily enjoying their time in the huge stadium, in your home country. And the next minute, your group is disbanding.

You're now suddenly in Korea, a country you can barely communicate in, however, you're a popular contestant in "Street woman fighter" while also being a famous SM back up dancer and making quite a few choreographies.

That is exactly what Kwaguchi Yuri went through before being selected for the "riize" project.

The promotions for Rover had only just begun, she had been summoned to one of the meeting rooms, her manager still not telling her the reason.

Well, until she walked in and saw a couple of other trainees in the same room along with few other company executives.

She recognised 4 of them:

Shotaro and Sungchan, previously NCT members.

Kang Wonmee, a child model who was the youngest ambassador for many luxury brands, Chanel and Dior to name a few.

Mae Eunryung, an academic prodigy who was the youngest surgeon South korea ever saw.

"Yes, Ms.Yuri, please take a seat."

"So...we're a group...huh?" One of the boys awkwardly smiled,Seunghan,she remembered his name.

A couple of awkward seconds followed before Shotaro said, "Yuri you were part of another coed group..right? In Japan, Kintsugi? Before you came to korea?"

"Oh yeah," she smiled.

"Are you part of Kai sunbaenim's dance crew?" Sungchan continued. "Hmm yea," she affirmed.

"I'd love to learn the dances someday! I mean they look really cool and the fact that you also made the smoke choreography in the show- " Shotaro rambled on.

"Well it's what I get paid for right?" The others chuckled. Once again, the room fell into an awkward silence.

"Should we properly introduce ourselves? Considering the staff barely let us day our names in that room?" Eunryung chimed in.

"We should!" Sohee agreed. "Hi I'm Lee Sohee, and I was born in 2003!"

"Oh even I was born in 2003, I'm Hong Seunghan by the way!" Oh so Yuri was right.

"I'm born in 2003 too! I'm Kang Wonmee, nice to meet you all,"

"You didn't really have to introduce yourself, to be honest, your name was always on the headline!" Seunghan grinned, to which Wonmee smiled back.

"And you're Mae Eunryung right? The child prodigy?" He continued, "Yea, but that title feels meaningless now, so just call me Eunryung,"

"Wait are you also born in 2003? No way-"

"Oh no-no-Nevermind, I'm just used to being younger than everyone- if you're comfortable, you can call me Noona, I'm born in 1999," she cleared up, still feeling weird that there are people much younger than her now.

"You know your title isn't totally useless, because because I still remember you as the doctor that stitched my arm, I'm Song Eunseok born in 2001, I don't know if you remember me,"

Eunryung sucked in a breath, squinting her eyes before, "Aha yes! Oh I remember! You were with another boy right? He kept crying about hurting you, it looked like he was the one who was hurt!" She laughed.

"That was Anton, this 2004 baby-" Eunseok pointed towards a timid boy sitting across. He was wearing a beanie, similar to the day he was in the hospital.

"Oh," she pursed her lips.

"Well that's Anton Lee for you," Seunghan shrugged.

"And I'm Park Wonbin, I was born in 2002," a remarkably charming boy said, his voice was chill and sweet and his smile was rather cute.

"Oh wait- I just realised! Wonbin and um- I'm sorry I don't remember your name but you both look really similar!" Sungchan suddenly spoke out.

"Oh they do!"

The girl panned out of her thoughts and shared quick glances at everyone before saying, "I'm Gwendolyn Park, but you could call me Gwen."

Her eyes shifted ever so quickly, her fingers fiddling with each other, and Eunryung felt her medical school experience kick in and she knew there was some social anxiety kicking in the girl so she quickly changed the topic, "Do you think we'll get another member? You know how they mentioned that we might have additions?"

Yuri saw Gwendolyn taking a relaxed breath, her fingers slowly stopping the fidgeting motion. She could almost relate to the girl, remembering when socialising was more than a task too impossible.

"I mean I wouldn't mind, as long as they're not rude," Sungchan said. "I agree," a couple of them followed.

Days of mindless practice continued, the company still testing their chemistry together, they even had to meet up for a dinner one day, to get to know each other- and oh the amount of awkwardness...

However one thing that wasn't ever awkward or uncomfortable was dancing or singing together, when it came to performing, all the 11 trainees dedicatedly and perfectly synced up- professionalism flowing in them.

But, the company still felt as if there was something missing- the project couldn't rise just yet, they realised.

"I think we're gonna get another member," Yuri randomly said one day, panting as the group was taking a break after performing a song as another evaluation for the still dissatisfied execs.

"I heard them saying something like, 'they still need one more'," she continued. "Really?"

Yrui's suspicion turned out to be true, as the group was sitting in another practice room, one of the executives announcing to a couple of female trainees, "If you prove to meet the standards of not only us but also your possible future members, you may make it in the project."

"Areum, you're up first." Claps surrounded the room...

Nope, Yuri wouldn't vote for her, while her singing was great, her steps seemed unclean.

Nope, not Hana either, she needed to work on capturing the audience's attention.

Nah, Ari was too young, she should train more.

Uhh no way...she should definitely stop giving Yuri those dirty looks, Haneul lost her vote.

So many trainees continued to perform, each of them having their own talents, but just not enough to meet the standard that Yuri wanted to vote for. "Are you not gonna vote for anyone Yuri? You're the only one who hasn't voted for a single person, you're evne more tougher than the staff," Shotaro asked in japanese. "Most of them seem lacking in what I'm trying to look for." She replied, until...

The familiar track of How long by Charlie puts began playing as on the girls performed, and oh my god- Yuri wished Shotaro hadn't spoken to her when she was introduced because she needed this girl's name.

Her musicality was flawless, her voice was beautifully stable and when she gave a wink towards Wonmee to fulfill the factor of interacting with the audience, Yuri knew she had to vote for her, so even before the staff asked, "raise your hands if you think-"

Yuri's hand rose high up, smiling at the girl in the black sweatpant and oversized grey hoodie.

It was a no-brainer that Choi Miyoung (Yuri later got to know of the girl's name) would be part of the group, but there was still a condition.

"Listen Ms.Choi Miyoung, we think you're great, surely you've been training for over 6 years now but...you have to compose 6 songs, each more than a minute at least, by Friday next week, for being able to be accepted, if you can do that, you're in." Mr.Kim gave a rather sinister smile as he walked out of the room, the room that was left with the 11 members and a bewildered Choi miyoung.

"Today's Tuesday so I have like 10 days, fantastic." Miyoung thought, sighing, bowing to the others before leaving the room.

"What the fuck?" Yuri spoke out loud, shocked at the condition put for the poor girl. "How could he put up that request?"

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