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Daddy, I Love Him, He's The One 💌🫶
Fic based on "But Daddy I love him" by Taylor Swift.
Bits of angst, gossip and judgy neighbours and friends, fluff, minors shoo!
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Hawkins learned of the relationship between you and Eddie one sunny morning in April. Graduation was fast approaching and you and Eddie had been together for six months, six months in secret but that was soon to change.
Gossip flew through the halls quicker than you could blink and the minute Stacy Willows clocked you and Eddie holding hands and kissing while exiting his truck, the whole school knew you were an item.
Exactly like how you and Eddie wanted and like the two of you predicted, the sight of the two of you was followed by whispers and pointed stares, stunned disbelief for some students.
The good girl, the straight a student and Hawkins princess with Eddie "the freak" Munson? It was a scandal of epic proportions and everyone had something to say about it.
I'll tell you something right now, I'd rather burn my whole life down
Than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning.I'll tell you something about my good name, It's mine alone to disgrace.
I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empaths clothing.
"What the hell are you doing wasting your time with someone like him?" April shrieks to you and you bristle at her tone.
"Someone like him?" your voice is low but dangerously so and April appears not to notice.
"You know, a loser. He's a freak and Jason says he's in that weird satanic cult" you roll your eyes and stop listening.
"Jason is an idiot and quite frankly I don't give a fuck about your opinion April" She gawks at you and Jessica who is beside her snorts, flips her hair over her shoulder and gives you a scornful look.
"Well if you want to ruin your reputation for that freak then that's up to you. It will sully you being with him" fuck. Did they ever get tired of being such judgemental bitches?
"We just want the best for you" April says kindly but you see the harshness in her eyes. How she didn't want the best for you, she wanted you to be a good girl and date the nice, boring guy and conform to her standards.
God saved the most judgmental creeps, who say they want what's best for me, Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see.
"It's my rep to ruin, not yours. And you know what? He's worth it". You walk away from them and feel the anger pulsing through your veins.
Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny.
No one except the people closest to Eddie saw the sweet heart that he had. Didn't look past his status as Hawkins freak to see the amazing guy he was.
He was loyal, a gentleman, protective of who he loved and you loved him with all your heart.
When you got to know him properly starting six months ago, the ease you felt with him was instant. So many people said Eddie was unapproachable and weird but they were wrong.
From the minute the two of you properly started hanging out, Eddie was nothing like you were made to believe. A protective outer layer, a sharp tongue and hyped up, don't fuck with me demeanor was hiding a soft heart underneath it all.
Within weeks the two of you grew closer, the princess and Eddie the Brave, that's what Eddie nicknamed the two of you. He'd weave amazing stories, entertain you for hours with different voices and characters. His creative energy knew no bounds.
When you kissed for the first time it was flawless, perfection and the two of you had been falling for each other ever since. Sneaking around, stolen moments together until it wasn't enough.
From the first I love you, the two of you decided to go public and weather whatever storm came your way. Now that you had it was a relief, you never wanted to hide Eddie and Eddie didn't want to hide you.
"I'd shout from the rooftops that you're my girl, princess" he tells you and you know he's serious about it too.
You ain't gotta pray for me, Me and my wild boy, and all this wild joy. If all you want is grey for me, then it's just white noise, then it's just my choice
By the evening of you and Eddie's relationship going public your parents had heard everything from their friends, their friends who like April and Jessica expressed concern about you dating Eddie.
Your father sat you down and told you in no uncertain terms that you were to stop seeing Eddie.
The thought of not seeing Eddie, of his beautiful brown eyes filling with love and adoration when he saw you, not hearing his laugh and his jokes and rants about things he was passionate about. It was too much. You loved Eddie and wanted to be with him.
There was no way you were going to just stop being with him because your parents cared what their shitty friends and nosy neighbours thought.
"But Daddy I love him" the words burst from your mouth and your mother looks like she might faint. Your dad has this steely look in his eyes and shakes his head furiously.
"That boy will not set foot in this house and I won't have my only daughter sully her reputation with someone like that"
Hearing enough you stand up and meet his gaze.
"Everyone in this town judges but they don't look past their own assumptions to see the truth. Eddie is amazing and I'm not going to stop seeing him. I love him and I'm not throwing that away".
With that said you storm upstairs and pack a bag, then you head outside to find Eddie already waiting for you.
"I knew you would need the support princess. How did things go?" You burst into tears and he pulls you into his arms, presses a kiss to your forehead and whispers in your ear, "Everything will be okay sweetheart, you'll see"
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For the next few weeks you lived with Eddie and his Uncle Wayne in their trailer. You've been here so many times that it already feels like home, comforting and like a warm hug after a really bad day.
There's still glances from people in town when you and Eddie venture out on a date to the cinema or to dinner but you really don't care.
Classmates, your parents friends were given your biggest, fake smile if they stopped you in the streets, you could tell that they were just looking for gossip so they could indulge in whispering about you behind closed doors.
If people thought that the looks and being one of the things this small town discussed with feverish interest would split you and Eddie then they were wrong.
In fact it brought you closer, Eddie figured none of the gossipers had anything better to do with their time and you're sure he's right.
There's a lotta people in town that I bestow upon my fakest smiles Scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer.
Not everyone is fake or nosy about you and Eddie though, Dustin's mother is lovely as is Joyce who is Jonathan and Will's mom. Hopper doesn't seem to partake in any gossip either and seemed to have a soft spot for Eddie.
The kids tease you for being so "lovey dovey" and make kissy faces when you're around but they are sweet and obviously worship Eddie and the safe haven he's created for them with Hellfire Club.
We came back when the heat died down, went to my parents and they came around. All the wine moms are still holding out, but fuck ‘em, it's over
Despite their reservations about you and Eddie, you did miss your parents and Eddie went to them when he noticed how down you were one night and then next thing you knew your parents had invited you and Eddie for dinner.
It was a week after graduation and your mother went all out for dinner. Catching you in a tight hug and holding you close.
"We'll work something out baby, I promise" she assures you and you relax knowing that things would get better. Bit by bit.
Now I'm dancing in my dress in the Sun and even my daddy just loves him. I'm his lady and, oh, my God, you should see your faces.
Your daddy came round to Eddie first. Well after a long chat with a beer and grilling Eddie about his intentions with you, and threatening to cut off a certain appendage if he ever hurt you.
This carried on for a few weeks until he was satisfied that Eddie was genuine.
Eddie had proved his love to you throughout the chats your dad said and he knew that Eddie would never hurt you.
"Darling, that boy looks at you like you hung the moon, and he is pretty good on the guitar. Do you think he might give me a lesson or two?" You grin happily, kiss your dad on the cheek.
Your mother took a little longer but when she did come around it was shown in little gestures. She would bake extra cookies for Eddie and Wayne, invited Eddie and Wayne to Sunday dinner and that was special in itself because those invites didn't come often.
But when your mother accepted it then that was it, she wouldn't hear a bad word against you and Eddie, her viper friends and their bitchiness were soon left in the dust.
Time, doesn't it give some perspective? And no, you can't come to the wedding. I know it's crazy, but he's the one I love.
Time passed, season by season. Eddie proposed just before Christmas the following year and your mother was excitedly planning the wedding. The rest of Hellfire and your friends were happy to help and just as excited as your parents about the upcoming nuptials.
I'll tell you something right now. You ain't gotta pray for me. Me and my wild boy, and all of this wild joy
(It was chaos, it was revelry)
If all you want is gray for me. Then it's just white noise, it's my choice.
Of course there were more fake words and expressing worry that it was too soon and there must be some big reason why you and Eddie were getting married after just a year and a half.
Screamin': But, daddy, I love him!
I'm having his baby. No, I'm not but you should see your faces and, oh, my God, you should see your faces.
"She must be pregnant" you heard someone whisper at the grocery store as you and Eddie passed them. Eddie rolled his eyes and squeezed your hand.
"Yeah that's it. I'm having his baby" the gossiping duo look stunned.
"No I'm not but look at your faces, maybe worry about your own life instead of mine" you tell them and they walk away looking scandalised.
God forbid that two people got married because they were in love.
It was chaos, it was revelry.
To all the ones who said that you and Eddie wouldn't last, well you and Eddie proved them wrong with that and continued doing so for the rest of your lives.
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since you're taking requests for joey from friends, could you possibly write an angsty one-shot (with a happy ending)? i love your writing sm and i love joey so im sure it'll be perfect <3
The One With the Pie || Joey Tribbiani x reader
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summary: after your crush on joey ends before it can begin, you start to move on. but maybe, just maybe, the story of you and joey isn’t over just yet
word count: 6.6k
warnings: suggestive material
a/n: thank you for this request love!! i hope you enjoy this and it’s angsty enough for u 💋 there’re two ocs in here (james + jessica) so if you don’t recognize them from the show that’s why!! also somehow i made this way longer than i intended to so sorry about that but enjoy!! <3💌🩰
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“Joey, stop!”
You jumped towards Joey, trying to retrieve your stolen piece of pie from him t which he was currently holding above his head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.
“That pie had my name on it,” you huffed, making another jump for it.
“I don’t remember seeing a name,” he acted innocent, crumpling up a piece of paper that most definitely had your name on it.
“Oh yeah? And what is that?” You made a grab for it and he threw the paper behind him, catching your wrist.
Your heartbeat picked up because of the jumping and certainly not because of the sudden physical contact with Joey. Or, that’s what you were telling yourself.
“That is just my…grocery list.” Joey gestured at the ball of paper.
“You don’t buy your groceries,” you countered, “so nice try.”
“Curse you, Chandler.”
You shook his hand off your wrist and gripped his forearm for leverage as you tried to twist to grab the pie again.
“So you admit, my name was on that pie?”
He smiled. “Nope. Still no. And unlabeled leftovers are fair game.”
“Not when they’re from my fridge,” Monica walked over to you and Joey, pinching him and grabbing the pie. She handed it back to you.
“Ow, Mon,” he rubbed at his arm, “I was going to give it back. I was just borrowing it.”
“Yeah, and I had it under control.” you realized your hand was still around Joey’s arm and you quickly put a hand on your hip.
Monica watched the movement and then rolled her eyes at both of you.
“And you’d better make sure you didn’t get crumbs all over my floor with that,” she called as she walked back towards her bedroom.
You’d been staying with Monica and Rachel while you looked for a place. You appreciated her sharing her apartment with you but you couldn’t say you didn’t miss being able to put your feet on the furniture and drink milk out of the carton.
As Monica disappeared from view, Rachel walked out of her room in a bathrobe.
“Hey (Y/n), hey Joey,” she said on her way to the fridge, “Wait a minute, what are you doing here, Joe?”
“Stopped by before my audition to eat my leftover pie,” he said. You elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow, ok (Y/n)’s pie. Happy?” He looked at you.
“Very,” you said, satisfied.
“Well, good luck at your audition,” Rachel said, looking in the refrigerator.
“Thanks,” Joey said, sitting down at the table, before standing up again quickly. “Oh right, my audition! I’d better get going. Last time I was late to one of these the casting director made me pay.”
“What’d they do?” You asked.
“Made me give her 10 bucks for wasting her time. Like I had 10 bucks with me,” Joey said as he walked towards the door.
“Break a leg! You’re going to kill it,” you called after him.
“Thanks (Y/n),” He kissed you on the cheek before leaving and you watched him go, trailing a hand over your cheek where Joey’s lips had been.
“You’re so obvious,” Rachel said pouring milk in her cereal.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you told her, as if she didn’t know that you’d been crushing on him for the past few weeks. Rachel just raised an eyebrow at you.
You hadn’t known what had changed. You’d been friends with Joey for nearly a year. But sometime recently you had started to see him differently and you wanted more and more to be something more than just friends.
“You say that every time,” Monica said, obviously overhearing and walking back into the room. “And so I’ll tell you what I tell you every time. Tell him.”
You had been avoiding that part for a while. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to make a move—you knew you’d have to at some time if you wanted your relationship to progress any further—but it was more that you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with Joey. You valued it so much and you couldn’t bear to make things weird between you if he didn’t feel the same way. And you doubted he did. He’d never exactly expressed interest in you.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Monica continued.
Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at her.
“Ok I get it, a lot,” she said, “But what’s love without a little risk.”
You preferred not to risk anything, thank you. But she was right. You knew it. You ran a hand through your hair as you thought. “I don’t know, Mon.”
“Come on sweetie,” Rachel added, “Joey would be lucky to have you. You’re sweet and funny and kind. Heck, if he doesn’t take you I will.” She smiled at you.
You laughed and gave in. “You really think I should tell him?
“Yes,” they said at the same time and you laughed.
“But only when you’re ready,” Rachel added, putting a hand on your arm.
Were you ready? You supposed you never really would be.
You steeled yourself, “Alright, I’ll talk to him.”
You walked towards the door.
“Honey?” Rachel called, “Love the enthusiasm but Joey’s not home.”
You remembered the audition. “Right,” you walked back towards the kitchen, “tomorrow.”
You couldn’t say you were sorry about the delay. It would at least give you more time to think about what to say. You sat down at the table with Rachel and Monica and began to peel a banana, thinking about what tomorrow might bring.
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You knocked on the door of Joey’s apartment. You weren’t exactly ready, but it was now or never, you thought, as you waited for Joey to answer the door.
You were greeted by Chandler instead. You let out a breath.
“Oh, I thought you were going to be Joey,” you told him.
“No need to look so disappointed,” Chandler said, “Good evening to you too.”
“I’m not disappointed,” you told him, “I just—is Joey home?” You asked.
“You know, if I had a dollar every time a girl said that to me when opening this door…”
You shook your head, smiling, “I just have something I need to ask him.”
“He’s out right now but he should be back soon. Can I take a message?”
“This is kinda something that needs to be said in person,” you said, playing with a strand of your hair.
Chandler led you in to the apartment and you sat down on the couch.
“So how did Joey’s audition go?” You asked Chandler, trying to make small talk so you wouldn’t die of anticipation while you waited for Joey to get home.
“Not great,” he admitted, “Something about apple juice and a wild parrot which I’m assuming means he didn’t get the part.”
You laughed despite your nerves. You didn’t even want to know what Chandler meant by that.
“I thought maybe he was at a callback,” you said, thinking aloud, “but never mind.”
“No, Joey has a date,” Chandler said. “Some hot girl he met at the audition, so I guess it wasn’t a total waste.”
You stopped listening. Hot girl? No. This couldn’t be happening. Joey was out right now with some beautiful woman and you were waiting in his apartment ready to confess your love for him.
“(Y/n), are you ok?” Chandler must have noticed your expression because he looked concerned.
“I have to go,” you told him in a hurry before bouncing up and walking towards the door. It was only then when you heard footsteps approaching and the sound of Joey’s voice as he talked to someone—presumably his date. You ran the other way back towards Chandler.
“You have to hide me,” you gripped his shirt in your hands.
Chandler looked absolutely baffled. You didn’t have time for this.
“Now!”
“Um, my room,” Chandler said as he hurried you in there.
“If he asks just say you have a girl in here,” you called out to him in a whisper.
“He’s not going to believe that!” Chandler whisper-yelled back to you before you started to shut the door quickly.
“You’ll think of something,” you said back. “Tell me when the coast is clear.”
You left Chandler looking lost in the living room. Safely behind his door you relaxed but only a little. You would just wait until Joey went to the bathroom or something and then Chandler would sneak you out. No harm done, right? You would feel sad later.
You heard Joey enter the apartment and you could just make out his and Chandler’s voices.
“So how was it?” Chandler asked him.
“Amazing! Jessica’s great! She stopped to say hi to someone she knew down the hall but she’ll be here any second.”
“Well that’s fantastic, Joe,” Chandler said.
“What’s fantastic?” You heard a female voice and your hearing sharpened.
“You are,” you heard Joey tell her smoothly.
“No you’re fantastic,” she said back.
You were going to be sick. Every word they said was like a punch to the gut. And you didn’t mind admitting that you mocked Joey’s date behind the closed door like any self-respecting person would.
“Well, I’m glad you two had a good time,” Chandler said, “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll just be getting back to my room.”
You heard Chandler’s footsteps grow closer to you. They were both silent for a moment and you strained to hear. You leaned forwards and knocked an alarm clock off the desk. It crashed to the floor and you might’ve been fine if it didn’t begin going off loudly. You cursed Chandler under your breath for buying an alarm clock that made rooster sounds.
“Chandler, do you have someone in there?” You heard Joey say.
“W-why would you think that?”
“Yeah you’re right,” he said, laughing it off, “Like you would have a girl in your room that I don’t know about.”
“Yep, that’s me,” Chandler said wryly, “alone forever.”
Chandler opened the door just a crack and then stepped into his room.
“You better pretend to be my date next time we do this,” he whisper-yelled.
“You better have a normal alarm clock next time we do this!” You threw your arms up.
“It makes me think of the farm!” he said, indignantly.
“You’ve never lived on a farm!”
“Whatever,” Chandler gave up, “You can go now, Joey’s in his room with Jessica.”
You nodded and felt relieved as you made your way to the door. You only realized what this meant when you heard Joey and Jessica in the other room.
And from the sound of it, they were certainly enjoying the second part of their date.
And with that the reality of the evening crashed down on you. You and Joey weren’t going to happen. He was clearly interested in whomever this woman was and your plans for confessing your feelings were obviously ruined.
You sat down on Chandler’s bed and put your head in your hands—and over your ears so you didn’t have to hear what was going on in Joey’s room.
Chandler sat down next to you and placed an arm around you.
“I know,” is all he said as he rubbed your shoulders.
“How do—” You started, sniffing. You hadn’t actually told Chandler why you were here to see Joey. He ignored it.
“His loss,” Chandler said and you managed a weak smile as you leaned your head against his shoulder.
This was so not how you imagined this evening going.
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“…and then they did it for the rest of the night and Chandler and I watched a movie,” you told Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe as you took a sip of your coffee.
All three of you were at Central Perk and you were filling them in on the events of the past night.
Which had been, all things considered, fairly miserable. You appreciated Chandler hanging out with you all night and at least the volume of the movie drowned out anything else…almost. But you still hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Joey and the other girl.
“I’m sorry honey,” Rachel said, “is there anything we can do to help?”
“Get rid of Jessica?” You mumbled sarcastically.
“Well—” Phoebe started, an inspired look in her eye.
You interrupted her, “I’m kidding, Pheebs. But I appreciate the support.”
You sighed. You were just going to have to get on with your life and pretend nothing had ever been different. Pretend you didn’t want Joey every time that you saw him and be happy for him and his new relationship.
“Well, there are plenty of other fish in the sea,” Phoebe said.
“And if I don’t want any other fish?” You said, looking down at your coffee mug.
“You could always talk to Joey about it,” Monica said. “I mean, maybe if he knew how you felt—”
“Ok, don’t look,” Rachel said, watching out the window. “But Joey’s coming inside.”
Your stomach flipped. For all you told yourself about moving on and pretending, you weren’t sure if you were ready to see Joey yet. What if it was too painful or you were to obvious? You paused, contemplating how weird it was for you to be nervous to see Joey. You had been friends for so long and you weren’t used to it.
No time to think about that now, you told yourself as you jumped out of your seat and turned around. You saw Joey walk through the door and you backed up helplessly.
“Hey guys,” he said, seeing all of you.
“Hey Joey,” Phoebe said, “It’s great to see you but, uh, Monica and Rachel and I were just about to go to our…knitting class. Right?”
What was she doing?
“Right,” Monica said, elbowing Rachel.
“Oh yes, and we’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon,” Rachel said, understanding on her face.
They all walked towards the door and you stared after them hopelessly.
“Talk to him,” Monica mouthed and you bit your lip.
“Knitting?” Joey asked.
“Yeah, well you know how I like the smell of…yarn,” Phoebe fumbled, “We’ll see you guys later.”
And with that, her and the other two girls were gone leaving you alone with Joey. Well, alone aside from the dozen or so other customers oblivious to your awkwardness as you tried to find words…any words.
Joey sat down at one of the tables and you sat on the edge of the couch a few feet away.
“That was weird,” Joey looked thoughtful, “Does yarn have a smell?”
You shrugged and Joey kept talking.
“Anyway, I’m starving, do you want anything?”
“No, thank you, I just ate.”
A lie. You hoped your rumbling stomach didn’t deceive you.
Joey ordered and then returned to his table, “So (Y/n), what’s new with you?”
“Um, nothing really,” you said, “You?”
You regretted it immediately when you heard his answer.
Joey ran a hand through his hair, smiling, “Well, I met this really great girl the other day and I’m actually waiting for her right now. We’re supposed to go bowling. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”
“Oh, that’s awesome.”
Was your voice usually this high?
“I’d love to meet her but, I have to go,” you checked your invisible watch, “now, actually. I’m meeting some friends.”
Another lie. You had to get out of here before you were stuck meeting—
“Jessica!”
Joey hurried over to her and kissed her on the cheek. You bit the inside of your cheek and watched as Joey brought her over to you.
“Jessica this is my friend (Y/n)…”
Friend.
“…and (Y/n), this is my girlfriend Jessica.”
Girlfriend.
You watched Joey smiling and looking expectantly between the two of you. You should be supportive of him. That’s what a good friend would do.
So you inhaled and said, “Hi Jessica, it’s so nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Jessica said, pushing her blonde locks behind her ear. “Joey and I really should be going but I’d love to get to know each other sometime.”
“Definitely,” you said and Joey looked thrilled at the two of you talking.
“See you later (Y/n),” Joey said and then more quietly, “wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” you almost whispered as you watched Joey and his girlfriend walk away, his hand in hers, him leaning slightly down to hear something that she was saying into his ear.
And you wanted to wish him luck, you really did. But as you watched Joey walk away with the Jessica, all you could think about was how desperately you wanted that to be you.
You weren’t paying much attention to what you were doing as you picked up Joey’s forgotten drink order and scone.
You turned around to go sit down and crashed into something—or, someone it seemed—on your way there. The coffee went flying and you fell to the ground.
“Are you ok?” You heard a male voice say.
You looked up and saw a tall man staring down at you, coffee dripping down his front and an arm out to help you up. You took it and dusted yourself off.
“I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you hurried out.
“My fault entirely,” he said.
“I’ll buy you a new shirt,” you said.
“I didn’t like it anyway,” he waved it off. “You did me a favor honestly. Don’t tell Aunt Ruth.”
You laughed despite yourself, and picked up the mug and scone from the floor.
“I’m (Y/n),” you said, filling the silence.
“James,” he shot back.
“Scone?” You offered him the pastry awkwardly.
“Sorry, he said, “but my parents always said never to take floor-scones from strangers. Even very beautiful strangers.”
You found yourself blushing and your eyes widened. What was happening?
“But I’d be happy to take you out for real food sometime. If that’s something you would be interested in?”
You played with the fabric of your shirt. You immediately thought of Joey bit stopped yourself.
Why should you be thinking of Joey right now? He clearly wasn’t interested in you, so why waste time on something that clearly wasn’t going to happen. Maybe you should take this man up on his offer and go on a date with him. He was funny and nice and had called you beautiful.
“Ok, this is getting embarrassing,” he backed up, “Let me down easy, ok?”
You laughed, “I would love to go out with you sometime.”
“Not to sound super eager or anything,” he said, “but do you wanna do something now?”
“Your shirt?” You prompted.
“Oh, I’m making it a style now,” he said. “I’m totally adding trendsetter to my resume.”
“Alright then, let’s do something,” you said, feeling better than you had in the past couple days as James led you out of the door of Central Perk.
Maybe this was just what you needed.
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“Are you sure he’s coming?”
“He’ll be here any second, I promise.”
You answered Phoebe and took a deep breath as you sat at Central Perk with your friends, who were all eagerly waiting for your boyfriend to arrive so they could meet him.
Your boyfriend. You pondered the word. If someone has told you a week ago that you’d be seeing someone, you’d have laughed in their face. And no one probably would have, because your friends were just as surprised as you were. They all knew how you felt about Joey.
And until you met James you hadn’t thought it possible that you would get over Joey at all. Or at least not for a very long while.
But one date with James had turned into seven and you were actually happy. You had learned a lot about him and you had plenty in common. He was so easy to be around that it made you forget about Joey and Jessica and the relationship that would never be.
Almost. You still felt bitter at the thought of them together, but you tried to push those feelings aside and focus on this relationship. You reminded yourself that you should be over Joey.
You saw a glimpse of a familiar flannel through the window of the coffee shop.
“Alright everyone be quiet, here he comes,” you said.
And you were over Joey, you told yourself, as you watched the amazing guy you were dating walk through the door and catch your eye, smiling at you.
You hoped, you added as you looked over at Joey finishing off a blueberry muffin. He shot you a thumbs up and you gave him a weak smile back.
“Hey (Y/n)!” James, your boyfriend of exactly three weeks, said. “Everyone.”
A chorus of ‘hey’ and ‘it’s nice to meet you’ and ‘Well, now I know why (Y/n)’s dating you. You know, for the free firewood’ —that being Chandler—followed as you made the introductions.
You rolled your eyes at Chandler. James was an accountant, and not a lumberjack. He had talked about his love of numbers on multiple occasions.
“It’s so great to finally see you,” Monica shook his hand, “(Y/n) talks about you all the time.”
Did you? You supposed you did. You hadn’t let any of them meet James at first so your descriptions of your dates were all they had to go on. And if you exaggerated his perfection than it was just because you really liked him and wanted all your friends to like him. You shook off the thought that some of it might be to convince yourself.
Because on paper James was perfect. And you really enjoyed spending time with him. But—
You glanced over at Joey again.
No. He had his relationship and you had yours. It was better this way. Because he was still seeing Jessica and it sounded like they were hitting it off.
And if some of your gushing about James was for Joey’s benefit than so be it.
“All good things I hope,” James answered and you were brought back to the present.
Monica turned away and mouthed ‘he’s hot’ to you enthusiastically. You rolled your eyes at her.
“So, what do you do?” Ross asked James as the latter walked over and sat down next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
“I’m an accountant,” he said.
Chandler passed a five dollar bill to Ross, mumbling something about “being sure he was a lumberjack”.
Rachel elbowed Chandler and as he rubbed his arm she smiled warmly at James and said, “Well, any friend of (Y/n)’s is a friend of ours.”
“Which hasn’t happened yet because all of (Y/n)’s friends are sitting on this couch!” Phoebe said, teasing. She wasn’t wrong.
“Well, you all seem really great but (Y/n) and I have to run. We have a movie to get to.” James stood up and you moved with him.
You said goodbye to everyone, taking James’s hand. On your way out you risked a glance at Joey. You couldn’t help it. He had been so quiet throughout your whole introduction. You didn’t know why, but you almost thought he was disappointed? Or maybe just bored? Probably wishing he was with Jessica right now.
Once you thought of it you wished you hadn’t because you felt awful all over again and you willed your cheeks not to heat. You sighed. Now, Joey was looking down, running a finger around the top of his empty coffee mug. He caught you looking at him and you tried to play it off by waving. Pretending you hadn’t just been staring at him. He gave you an almost too enthusiastic wave back and you just turned around and kept walking towards the door, away from Joey and towards your boyfriend who was waiting for you.
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“I’m just saying, if pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza then why is it on pizza?” Joey said, throwing down his cards on the table.
“You got me there,” Chandler said, rolling his eyes. “And I fold.”
You stifled a laugh as you examined the cards in your hand. You, Joey, Chandler, and James were all seated around Joey and Chandler’s kitchen table playing a game of poker.
The whole thing had been James’s idea, and at first you weren’t sure that it was a good one. You’d been doing a lot of different activities that he had planned with your friends lately as he tried to get to know them better.
You appreciated that he wanted to be friends with your friends and all of his efforts were actually adorable. You had already been with Phoebe to her grandma’s together, went with Ross to his museum, and last week you had gone shopping with Monica and Rachel—and James somehow went home with an armful of fabric swatches, talking about undertones.
But this was different. It was getting easier and easier to be around Joey as time passed and weeks went by and you were both in relationships, but things were still a bit awkward, on your part at least.
But it did seem like Joey was…distant lately as well. It was probably just the fact that he was spending a lot of time with his girlfriend and you scolded yourself for worrying about it. Right now you were just friends playing a game of poker. You looked over and James and found him trying to look at your cards.
“No peeking,” you told James as he looked over your shoulder, so not discreetly.
“Maybe I just wanted to kiss you,” he covered, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.
“Full house,” you whispered to him, flashing him your cards and he smiled down at you.
Chandler reached his arms out to Joey and pursed his lips, “Show me your cards?”
Everyone laughed and Joey aimed his cards away from Chandler.
“Hey, is it my fault for wanting to kiss my girlfriend?” James acted innocent. “Since when is that cheating?”
He put an arm around you and you kissed him on the cheek.
“House rules,” Joey said.
James shrugged, “He didn’t say we couldn’t do this.”
As he grabbed your hand you heard Joey’s chair slide on the hard-wood floor.
“I’ll be right back guys, I’m going to go get us something to eat. Play this hand without me.”
You watched him leave the room and Chandler called after him.
“But you don’t have any money with you!”
“I’ll go to Monica’s,” he called back.
“You most certainly will not,” Monica said and you turned around to find her standing in the doorway of her apartment. “And your girlfriend’s waiting for you. Why in my apartment, I don’t know.”
“Oh, right,” Joey said sheepishly, “Can I use your apartment? I told her I’d be over there. It’s important.”
“Joey!” You heard Monica yell before Chandler got up and shut the door and their voices became muffled.
You tried not to think about what important thing Joey could mean. You pushed thoughts of him and Jessica away and reminded yourself that you didn’t care.
“Well,” Chandler said, “I think I’m out too before I lose anymore money and then who’ll pay the rent?”
“Yeah, I should get going. I promised my sister I’d help her clean out her basement,” James headed towards the door and Chandler raised an eyebrow at him.
“Hey,” James defended, “If you’d seen my sister’s house you’d understand why it’s a two person job. Or, a team of movers’ job. Bye, (Y/n).”
He kissed you quickly and then left the apartment, leaving you with Chandler. It felt eerily like a little over a month ago when you had gone there to ask Joey out.
“So, you’ve been seeing James for a while now,” Chandler prompted.
“Yep,” you said, “He’s really great.”
Chandler stepped towards you hesitantly, “So you and Joe?”
“What about me and Joe?” You kept your voice even, “He’s in a relationship and so am I. We’re both happy and that’s that.”
“Well—” Chandler started, but was interrupted by Joey sighing as he entered his apartment.
“Glad that’s over with,” Joey said.
“Did you let her down easy?” Chandler asked.
“As easy as I could. And then she started crying and—this is why I just don’t call people back,” he sat down on the couch. “Breaking up with people in person is hard.”
“What? You broke up with Jessica?” You could hardly believe it. “I thought you guys were so happy together.”
Joey looked over at you, “Well, you know, we just didn’t have that much in common.”
You were both silent for a moment.
“Hey,” Chandler announced, “This is awkward! So I’m just going to...”
He ran out the door and you cursed him under your breath.
“Weird,” Joey mumbled and you sat down opposite from Joey as you processed this new information.
Joey wasn’t seeing anyone. You stopped yourself before you could go any further. No. You were in a good relationship and Joey had just got out of one. Now was not a good time. And just because he wasn’t dating Jessica didn’t mean he all of a sudden wanted to date you. And you were over him. Right?
“So you and James are really serious now,” Joey said.
“Yeah, I guess,” you responded. You hadn’t really thought of it like that, but you suppose technically you were.
“Well, I’m really happy for you,” he said, “He’s a lucky guy.”
It doesn’t mean anything, you told yourself, he’s just being a good friend.
“Well, I’m sorry about you and Jessica.”
“Don’t be,” Joey stood up, “It wasn’t meant to be.”
He took a step towards you.
“Do you ever wonder if anything’s actually ‘meant to be’? Or is it just our decisions that lead us places?” You pondered.
“I think if something is meant to happen than you’ll realize it and make the decisions that lead you there,” Joey said, taking another step closer to you.
“Really?” You asked, “You don’t think something could be staring you in the face and you don’t recognize the signs?”
“I think in a way you always know,” Joey said, more sincere now. “Even if you don’t realize it until it’s too late.”
You were saved from working out the meaning of that and this whole conversation by the phone ringing and Joey picking it up. His face got dark before he covered it up and smiled at you.
“It’s James.”
You walked over and took the phone from him.
“Hello?”
His voice was muffled but he sounded intense when he said, “Hey, (Y/n), I need to talk to you. Are you free…now?”
“Um, yeah, I can be at Central Perk in five minutes.”
“Sounds good,” he said, “I’ll see you there. Love you.”
You hesitated and he hung up. Joey looked to you, obviously curious about what that was all about.
“He says he needs to talk to me and to meet him in a few minutes.”
You headed towards the door and Joey handed you your coat.
“See you later,” you said and he shut the door behind you as you stepped out into the hall.
What could James possibly want?
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“James is leaving,” you announced.
You hung your coat on the coat rack of Monica’s apartment. All of your friends were lounging around in the living room but they rushed over towards you at this declaration and you held out your arms.
“No, I’m fine, really.”
In truth, you were too fine. More fine than you should be, after dating James for the better part of a month and a half. Which wasn’t a long time, but you had gotten to know him well and you really liked him.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Rachel asked, putting a hand on your amt.
“Yes,” you reiterated, “James was offered a new job in California and he is going to take it. It’s all very sudden, but I’m ok. And technically, he gave me the option. To either stay long distance or end it now. I’m…still thinking it over.”
You knew you should be more affected. But you felt numb to the sudden departure of your boyfriend. You knew you should be upset, and you were sad at the loss of him in your life. But it was more that you were going to miss spending time with him as a friend rather than as a boyfriend.
You didn’t pretend not to know why that was.
Either way, you still had to decide if you wanted to stay with him or not. He had left the decision up to you, saying that he’d be fine with whatever decision you made, and had told you to take all the time you need.
You told him you’d call him tonight. You didn’t tell him why you were hesitating to answer him. Because you wanted to stay with him. But you couldn’t make yourself say it, because what if you were missing other opportunities. Your conversation with Joey earlier had made you think and you couldn’t help but ponder what if.
Not that you had much confidence in that. Joey wasn’t even here right now, you realized.
You were brought back to the present. “So what are you going to tell him?” Ross asked.
“I don’t know yet,” you sighed, “I suppose I have no reason not to stay with him, even though we’ll be so far apart.”
That was the sensible thing, right? Stay with the great guy that wanted to be with you even miles and miles apart. You needed to stop focusing on what probably couldn’t be and focus on what already was.
“If you’re sure,” Monica said. “We’ll support whatever decision you make.”
“I’m sure he’ll send you lots of free wood from California,” Chandler said, and you chuckled.
“Phoebe?” Rachel furrowed her brow, “Are you alright?”
Phoebe stood over by the couch. She was biting her lip and looked like she was stopping herself from saying something.
“Phoebe?” You asked, “What is it?”
“Oh, it’s just—” she started, “No, I can’t tell you! It wouldn’t be right!”
“Tell me,” you said, walking over to her.
She backed up, “No!”
“Phoebe!”
“I can’t!”
“Phoebe!”
“Joey’s in love with you! Ok? There I said it,” She sat down on the couch and looked like she had been wanting to say that for a long time.
You felt like you had been turned upside down.
“He didn’t say anything because of you and James and, you know, but he loves you, (Y/n). And I know I shouldn’t be telling you and I promised him I wouldn’t but—” she stood up again, “I know you love him and before you make this decision you just need to know that.”
You couldn’t even begin to comprehend this. Joey loved you? That couldn’t be true. Phoebe must be mistaken and—
Joey walked into the apartment. You saw your friends look around at each other.
“You love me?” You mumbled barely able to believe it.
Joey’s smiling face went pale and filled with horror as he backed up slowly.
“Oops,” Phoebe mumbled and Joey glanced once at her before hurrying out the door and down the hall.
“Joey, wait!” You shut the door behind you and caught up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to face you.
“Look (Y/n), I never meant to—”
“You love me?” You asked again.
“(Y/n), you have to believe me when I say—”
You stepped so you looked Joey directly in the eye.
“No, Joey,” you whispered, “I need to know, do you love me?
“I can’t love you, (Y/n),” his voice raised with every word, “I can’t love you. And I can’t love you so much that it hurts to pretend that I don’t….that I do…that I…”
He looked up, confused, “Oh, you get the point! And every time I see you with James I’m reminded of how I can’t have you.”
Your conversation about signs and realizations came back to you. Your heart stopped beating. When you found words your voice came out shaky and breathless. “But…Jessica?”
“Jessica and I broke up,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I just realized that too late.”
“And I shouldn’t be telling you this,” Joey continued, “I never planned on telling you any of this…”
He looked up at you and you tried to discern the expression on his face.
“Just forget I said anything, ok?” Joey said looking pained, “I hope you and James are happy together, I really do. Just, forget it.”
He moved to walk past you and you started talking trust to stop him from leaving.
“James is an amazing guy,” you said, your words coming out slowly, “he’s smart and thoughtful and attractive—”
“Is this supposed to be helping?” Joey asked, turning around.
“What I mean is, James is perfect,” you said, “but he’ll never be you.”
Joey’s eyes snapped to yours and you continued, “I only started dating James because I was trying to get over you. James is moving away and he left the decision with me to end or keep our relationship.”
You stepped closer to Joey. “So say the word. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me and I’ll leave him and be yours.”
Joey closed the distance between you, fire burning in his eyes. “I love you (Y/n). God, I love you so much.”
And he kissed you. He kissed you like he had been waiting a thousand years. He backed you up against the wall and his hands went to your hair as you kissed him back. You threw your arms around his neck and took in the beauty of this moment.
It was passionate and raw and everything you had been hoping for and more.
Joey pulled away from you, reaching to brush the hair back from your face.
“Wow, (Y/n).”
“Yeah,” you breathed. “I guess I have Phoebe to thank for this.”
“You’re welcome!” You heard Phoebe’s muffled voice from the other side of the door.
You smiled at Joey, rolling your eyes and walking over to open the apartment door.
You turned the knob and all of your friends faces greeted you as they scrambled away from the door.
“Run!” Chandler yelled, “Scatter! She can’t catch all of us! It was Monica’s idea!”
“Seriously Chandler?” Monica smacked him in the arm.
You laughed.
“We’re just so happy for you two,” Rachel said. You tried to convey your gratitude to her—to all of them—for their friendship.
“I’m happy,” you said. You felt giddy in a way that you hadn’t in a long time—that you had never felt with James.
“We knew you’d get together,” Phoebe nodded. “My psychic totally saw it coming.”
“And we were only listening at the door for a little bit,” Ross added.
Joey put his arm around you and you leaned in to him. You couldn’t even pretend to be offended, you were just glad to be here in Joey’s arms, surrounded by your friends.
“What do you say we go get a bite or something?” Joey asked you.
You nodded as he walked out the door with you and down the hall once again.
“How about pie?” You teased, remembering your almost-stolen leftovers.
“My treat,” Joey answered in agreement. “Have all the pie you want!”
“Will it be mine this time?” You teased back.
“All yours,” Joey said, stopping to look down at you softly. His eyes sparkled as he said,
“Just like me.”
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ i hope you enjoyed this, i love writing for the friends characters so much!! you can find my other friends fics on my friends masterlist. as always feedback is appreciated and i hope you have a lovely week!! 🍓🪩
#joey tribbiani x reader#joey tribbiani#friends#f•r•i•e•n•d•s#fanfiction#fanfic#reader insert#x reader
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can you make one with matt where the reader used to be a black widow but now she's trying to live a normal life, is dating matt and everything is doing great until elektra comes back and they have all that conversation about running away together, he lefts the reader but matt and elektra end up getting caught along with the defenders, karen and foggy goes after the reader to ask her to rescue them. she and matt talks and you can decide from there (its ok if its a little long)
hii, love this sm. I wasn’t sure about the ending, so it’s kind of up in the air a bit, you’ll see what I mean- it’s up for interpretation. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
also this is based on events from midland circle
me or her
pairing || matt murdock x blackwidow!fem reader
wc || 1.1k
warnings || mentions of weapons, kind of angsty (?)
a/n || I do not hate Elektra- I love her, but it’s just for the storyline
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There were three dreaded words that you had hoped would never come out of anyone’s mouth. Those words became a reality when Karen and Foggy called you out of the blue sounding worried, those three awful words were “Matt needs help.” If Matt needed help, you knew it must’ve been bad. You truly would do anything for your boyfriend, even though he’d never actually ask. But he didn’t ask, it was his friends so that confirmed your worst fear; that he was in fact in danger.
As a young girl, you were trained in the Red Room, which meant that you were a very skilled widow. You had managed to escape a few years back and ever since then, you’ve tried your best to live somewhat of a normal life. A few months after leaving you had found Matt, he had become a close confidant and someone special that helped you reintegrate back into the world.
Over those years of dating Matt, you had learned many things about him, especially his complicated relationship towards his college ex-girlfriend. You appreciated the way he’d open up to you about her, but you couldn’t help but dislike her. You hated the way she affected Matt but it wasn’t just out of jealousy, it was something more.
So when Matt found out that Elektra came back from the dead, he completely lost it. She became his every thought, and you began to dislike him for it. You told yourself that he just has a big heart, and wants to help people. But that didn’t always translate to your brain.
Even though you were mad at Matt for going after her, you would still do anything for him, especially if Foggy and Karen asked for your help.
Pulling out a padlocked box of your old weapons from the back of the closet, you pack your bag, filling it with anything you might need. Dressing and padding yourself, you run out of the apartment in an attempt to get to Midland Circle before it was too late.
Karen and Foggy were safe at the police station, and they told you what you needed to know. You felt relieved to find out he wasn’t alone in there and that he had help from a couple of other New York heroes.
Rushing into the building, making your way down the numerous stairs to the basement. Running past the defenders, immediately asking “where’s Daredevil?”
“Underground, you gotta be fast, the whole building is gonna come down.” Danny quickly said.
“He wouldn’t leave her.” Jessica says with a slightly pained smile.
“Go go, before it’s too late.” Luke instructs, pointing you away.
Jumping down the flights of stairs until you make it to the elevator. Attaching a harness to the secure parts of the building, hopping in the lift to take you many levels underground. Looking down you spot him. “Matt! Matt!” You shout out, trying to get his attention.
It seems to have worked because his attempts to stop Elektra became more urgent and desperate. Pulling a pistol from your holster, aiming at her foot to stall her. Jumping off the poorly made lift, you stalk over and yank a pair of batons from behind your back, striking her with them and sending electroshock waves throughout her body.
“What are you doing?” Matt shouts out confused, trying to pull you away.
“That’s not Elektra.” You reply, holding her down.
“I can help her.” He says almost sadly.
“It’s not her, Matt. Your Elektra is gone… this isn’t her.” You empathetically say.
She must’ve sensed your moment of weakness when you turned your attention to your grieving boyfriend because that’s when her knee bolted up to strike you in the stomach. Hitting at her several more times to get her to surrender.
Matt pulls you away from behind, tugging at your waist to stop.
“What are you doing!?” You shout, trying to resist movement.
“I can’t let you kill her.” He says quietly.
You look over to Elektra who was slumped against the wall in pain. “Kill her? Matt, that’s not her. She’s gone!”
“Stop saying that.” He yells, dragging you away.
“Why are you protecting her and not me?” You ask, suddenly realising.
“Just go.” Matt shouts, continuing to pull you.
“Not without you.” Tugging on his arm.
“I can’t leave her.”
“Matt. She died… in your arms. You have to leave her.” Overpowering him and dragging him to the lift.
Pushing him down and strapping him to the metal bars. “Please, Matt?” Sadness growing in your voice.
Hitting the ‘up’ bottom and continuing to hold him down. His struggles became harder to contain but you were almost at the top. Looking down at Elektra, you saw how lost and confused she was. The guilt you felt was horrific, even though she was a weapon of the hand, she was still a person. You knew Matt would never forgive you for this, but you would rather that than him squished under a building.
Heaving him from the lift and up the stairs. It was like he mentally checked out, which made lugging his weight even harder. Wrapping his arm over your shoulder, holding onto his side to support him as you walked out of the building.
Paramedics rush to your side, peeling Matt away from you to check him over. Rushing over to Karen and Foggy, pulling them into a hug while the building behind you began to crumble. Windows exploded with fire as the levels started to cave in.
Looking over, you see Matt who was sitting curled up with his hands over his ears to cover the noise. He didn’t want to hear it because that would mean that Elektra was truly gone- again. You felt your heartbreak, so you excuse yourself to try to comfort him.
Taking a seat next to him in the back of the ambulance. Cautiously thinking of how you could possibly soothe him. “I’m so proud of you.” You say sweetly.
He doesn’t respond, he just rests his head atop your shoulder, quietly soaking in the comfort of your scent. You didn’t know what things would mean for you both now, but you were just happy that he was okay. You just hoped he would be able to understand what you did, and in time hopefully forgive you for it.
Holding his head, blocking his ears so he didn’t have to hear the remaining clatters and crashes of the tumbling building.
Karen and Foggy were finally let past the police, so they rush over to you to hug you both tightly, checking each of you over with worried eyes.
Matt turns to face you, a pained smile across his lips. You weren’t sure what exactly what he was feeling, but you were just so glad that he was next to you right now.
#matt murdock#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock fem!reader#matt murdock imagine#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock fanfic#matthew murdock#matthew murdock x you#matthew murdock fanfiction#matthew murdock x reader#matt murdock headcanon#matt murdock blurb#daredevil#black widow#the defenders
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where is George and Harold in all this?
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Long story short uh
George and Harold were supposed to find Melvin ("Sneedly") and originally supposed to help him by bringing back his intelligence and memories back but unfortunately things went wrong and became a big blood fuckery.
Later, Harold got hella hurt and decided to go find Melvin by himself because he didn't want George to be involved and hurt because of him + the M.I.S.S.F.A.R.T aka his friends didn't wanna get involved or help Harold because they both thought Harold is sick in the head and Jessica of course calls him freak and a "traitor" and uh I'm sure Ree or Jerry was unaware and Harold went all by himself. And again no one didn't come along with him cuz his friends were probably against him and Jessica is like the leader now and wants to get rid of him.
(Mmm yummy silly tiny unexpected cringy plot right there)
Then of course he got dragged without supervision and yes. Forced to join the organization / "cult" that I already mentioned for the 456th times and becomes Krupp's 4th assistant since Harold now knows that Dante and Other Sophie were also part of it and yeah uh of course Harold is slowly dying or getting sick and shii while the rest of the people in the school doesn't give a damn plus his plan was SUPPOSED to find Melvin so that's what Harold did and idk.
Did he succeed, or did he fail? Who fucking knows because I haven't answered any ask for A WHILE NOW and you know you know. We all want the silly spoiler or the storyline to see what's happening next. Lol
#cu tbgdotgp au#harold hutchins#george beard#captain underpants au#asked and answered#cu au#answered asks#asks#tetocu#tetocu au#UHHHHHHH BIG ASS LORE
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hi!!! can i req a story? andrew garfield x reader!! and can u base it on “the way i loved you” by taylor swift?? but DARKER… yk.. and tom can be the other guy
The Way I (Probably Still) Love You | A.G.
📝 Title: The Way I (Probably Still) Love You
📚 Requested: Yes/No
✍ Summary: It's been a month or two since you called it quits with Andrew. But, while in your new relationship, you find yourself missing the past more often than probably normal. | 3.9k
🧧 Warnings: Tom Holland x reader at first (ends with Andrew x reader and probably some in between), a fight, conflicted thoughts on relationships
🎶 This was inspired by “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift.
💌 Flashbacks are in italics
Love should be exciting, right?
Love should be keeping you on your toes, it should bring a whole new shade of color to the world. Love could literally be insane.
Tom is so sensible and incredible. And you couldn’t ask for anything better. Right?
“Tom is such an amazing boyfriend right?” Your friend, Jessica, said as she took a sip of her coffee.
You shrugged, “He’s alright.”
“Alright?” Your other friend, Marianne, asked flabbergasted, “Have you forgotten that you’re dating Tom Holland? Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place and you just say he’s alright.”
Raising your hand in mock surrender, you retorted, “What do you want me to say then?”
Marianne wasn’t given a chance to reply as you heard a car honk, speak of the devil.
Grabbing your purse, you stood up while giving both of you friends a hug, “Tom and I have to go, I’ll see you two next week.”
Upon catching sight of you, Tom gave a smile as he raised a hand in greeting. Returning the smile, you pressed a kiss to his cheek when you got near before he opened the door of his car for you.
“Thanks.” You muttered, climbing into the passenger seat while he got in the driver's seat.
“By the way.” Tom said, starting the engine, “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You chuckled before looking out the window as Tom started driving.
The thing about compliments is whenever your ex-boyfriend, Andrew, gave you one - the butterflies would be flying around your stomach like mad. But with Tom, you felt perfectly fine.
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“Next time, Andrew?” You asked, the frustration just growing with every passing moment, “This is the fifth ‘next time’ you’ve promised and nothing’s changed!”
“What do you want me to do? It was an emergency, they needed me, what else was I supposed to do?” Andrew said, running a hand through his hair.
“What about me? Goddammit, it was our anniversary! The least you would’ve done was send me a text instead of letting me wait in the restaurant for 4 hours while looking like an idiot!”
“We literally have the same job. You, out of all people, should understand.”
You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, “One text Andrew was all I was asking. One text telling me that you would have to cancel and make it up to me or whatever. One text wouldn’t make the whole film crash and burn!”
Andrew scoffed, “It’s like you don’t understand me anymore. Are you really that selfish?”
Silence fell upon both of you as Andrew immediately regretted the words he let out, “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.”
The tears you were trying to hold back were now running back your cheeks, pushing past your boyfriend, you couldn’t care less that it was raining cats and dogs outside.
“Y/N, wait! Baby, please.” You could hear Andrew running after you in the pouring rain but you paid no mind to him.
He managed to catch up to you, grabbing you by the arm to turn around and face him, “Darling please, I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean it. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Andrew, I’m trying hard to make this relationship work but it's like you don’t care, it’s like you don’t want us to work.” You said, not being able to distinguish between your tears and the raindrops anymore.
“Of course I do,” He answered, voice cracking a bit, “Of course I want us to work. I’m so sorry, baby. I promise, I’ll try harder.”
You nodded, whispering a small, “Okay.” before he pulled you in for a kiss in the pouring rain.
“You don’t realize how this is so cliche right?” You joked in between breaks for air causing him to chuckle.
“I don’t care.”
“Penny for your thoughts?” your boyfriend’s voice seemed faint, as if mixed in with the rest of the background chatter pulling you out of your train of thoughts.
“Hm?” You asked, turning your attention back to Tom.
He shrugged, “You just seemed a little distracted. So, I was just wondering if you were okay.”
“Ah.” You said, shaking your head, “It’s nothing important. I’m fine.”
“Okay.” Tom nodded, “If you need someone to talk to, then just let me know okay?”
“Okay.”
–
It’s been about a month or two since you and Andrew decided that the two of you would be better off as friends.
You were thankful that the two of you ended things on good terms, since that took away the awkwardness when you had accidental run intos.
You were with your manager at a shop, having the dress you would wear for the upcoming premiere of your new movie fitted.
“You know, if acting hadn't turned out well for you then you’ve made it big as a model.”
You immediately perked up at the voice of the person whom you hadn’t seen in months.
“Andrew!” You said with a smile, running to hug him, not minding if you were still wearing the dress.
“Hey!” He smiled, returning the hug then the two of you pulled away before it got longer than normal, “But, I’m serious. You look amazing!”
You giggled, “Thank you. It’s actually what I’m wearing for the premiere.”
“Oh.” Andrew said, “Then I have to say what an honor it is to be the first one to see it.”
You laughed, “What’re you doing here anyway?”
“Well, this is my cue to tell you that I’m here to get a suit because I will actually be attending the premiere of your movie.” He said.
“That’s amazing!” You grinned.
“Anyway,” He continued, running a hand through his hair, “How are you? Tom better be treating you right.”
You nervously chuckled, “Yeah. Of course he is. He respects my space and never makes me wait. He also calls exactly when he says he will. He’s very charming and endearing. But, to be completely honest, I feel like there’s something missing.”
Andrew furrowed his brows in confusion, “What’s missing?”
“It’s just, I don’t really feel that roller coaster kinda rush whenever I’m around him.” You shrugged.
Unlike when I’m around you. You thought.
–
Another glance at the clock read 2 am.
You cursed under your breath, not being able to believe that you had become a person who compared their current relationship with their previous one and seemed to like the former more.
You couldn’t believe that you were having this epiphany at 2 am.
You had come to realize that there was nothing wrong with your relationship with Tom but, the problem was it was too predictable.
Tom was sweet and all, you couldn’t deny that, but the rollercoaster you were on was just riding on a straight line; there were no loops or drops from a height.
With Andrew, sure the two of you were met with bumps in the road at times, but everyday was packed with excitement, butterflies, fireworks and all of that jazz everyone gushes on about love - the only flaw had been your conflicting schedules and probably lack of proper communication.
You sighed, rubbing your forehead, were you a bad girlfriend for comparing your current relationship to your previous one? For seemingly wanting the previous one better?
Your phone suddenly rang, scaring you out of your wits. Glancing at the caller id, you saw that it was Tom - requesting for a video call.
Pressing the green camera, you gave a small smile to the camera as your boyfriend appeared on the screen.
“Sorry,” He said, running a hand through his bed hair, “did I wake you?”
You shook your head, “Not at all. I haven’t even slept yet.”
“What were you doing? It’s literally 2 in the morning.” He asked.
You shrugged, “Just…thinking.”
“About?”
“Love.”
“Huh, and what is your conclusion?” Tom asked.
You gave him a teasing smile, “Unless you have the ability to read minds, you won’t ever know.”
“Oh come on.” He joked, causing the both of you to laugh.
“Love, I know you’re a night owl. But you need to sleep.” Andrew said, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Shh. I’m thinking.” You shushed him, causing him to laugh.
“If that’s a decision, sleep on it and decide tomorrow.” He said.
You rolled your eyes, turning around in his arms to face him, “What if it’s not a decision?”
“Then head to bed and think about it tomorrow.” He pouted.
You giggled, “What if I forget about it tomorrow?”
“Then write it down so you won’t forget.” Andrew whined, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Why do you seem so eager to get me into bed?” You asked.
He rolled his eyes, “Love, it’s half past two in the morning. I’m sleepy and I want to cuddle.”
“Fine. But just because you're cute.”
“I thought you said that I was smoking hot?”
“That too.”
–
“Look here Y/N! Over here please!” The flashes seemed endless as you stood on the red carpet, posing for various cameras in the premiere of your new movie.
Well, you did sign up for this in the first place.
Tom then arrived by your side, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you continued to smile for the camera.
Once the two of you had managed to get away from the craziness of the paparazzi, you spotted Andrew by the side, giving him a small smile and a wave that he returned.
Turning back to Tom, you knew that he couldn’t see the smile of love you were faking with him. But at the same time, your heart wasn’t breaking because you didn’t feel any love for him in that way at all.
Looking at Andrew and the way he laughed with your costars, you knew that the love you had in your relationship and the love you had with him may have been wild and crazy. But that was the best love you ever had and it got away by some mistake.
You didn’t know if it was the appeal that Andrew had or just his simple ability to make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world with merely a smile.
The two of you were so in love that it made you a bit insane. But, that is the way you love him and that is the way he loves you.
–
“Thank you so much for agreeing to meet up on such short notice.” You smiled gratefully at one of your closest friends, Emma Stone, as you slid into the seat right across her.
“It’s no problem.” She said, “I wasn’t doing anything anyway and by your voice, I could tell that the matter was urgent.”
“Well, you could say that it is urgent or I’m just having a mid-life crisis that is centered around my very complicated love life.” You joked.
Emma laughed, “Let’s hear the story then before I decide the verdict.”
You took a deep breath, “Promise not to judge me.”
“Babe, when did I ever judge you?” She said.
“Okay then,” You started. “So, you know how I’m dating Tom now right?”
Emma nodded, “Yeah.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Tom’s so sweet and all but I just think that our relationship was missing that excitement that Andrew and I used to have. Then, that’s when I start going back through all the memories I have with Andrew and I kind of find myself craving the love that he gave me and all. And I have no idea if that makes me look like I’m still ‘hung up on my ex’ and all. Which in turn could make me look like a bad girlfriend. Oh, Em I’m going to go crazy.” You breathed out the words as quickly as you could.
Emma chewed on her bottom lip, thinking things over carefully as you always trusted her to give you the right advice, “Well, let me ask you something, how do you feel about Tom?”
“I love Tom, but maybe in a more platonic way?” You said.
She nodded carefully, looking like a detective trying to solve a mystery, which in this case - she probably really was.
“So, is it the kind of relationship between you and Tom the thing you want to change or is it also the person you’re in the relationship with?” She then asked.
You looked down at the small steam coming from your cup, “Maybe also the person? I do only see Tom as a friend.”
Emma gave a small smile, “First of all, I don’t think that you’re still ‘hung over your ex’, but rather you just still love Andrew the way you did before. Now for the million dollar question, if you had already broken up with Tom and Andrew walked into this coffee shop right now and asked you to come back to him - will you?”
The answer just spilled out of your mouth, you didn’t even need to think it through, “Yes.”
–
“We really need to talk.” You said as Andrew arrived, sitting across from you.
“I know.” He said, giving a small smile to try and enlighten the tension.
“So, I know that both of us had just been really busy these past weeks and all.” You started.
“Yeah.” Andrew agreed with a nod, “And because of this, we can’t help but spend as little time with each other as possible.”
“Exactly.” You said, “And I don’t want us to become one of those toxic couples who just get on each other's nerves all the time because of that. Which in turn, could lead us to even worse consequences.”
Andrew bit his lip, “So, are you saying that we’re better off staying friends?”
You shrugged, “Probably? Unless you want us to stay the way we are.”
He seemed to hesitantly shake his head, “I mean, it would be better to salvage our friendship as it is than make things worse in the long run, right?”
You sighed, patiently waiting for Tom while scrolling through your instagram. You may have slightly regretted breaking up with Andrew, but you were grateful for the fact that the two of you remained on good terms and stayed friends on a mutual agreement.
“Hey darling.” Tom’s voice greeted, having you look up as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
“Hi.” You gave him a small smile as he sat on the seat right across from you.
“So, you said you wanted to talk?” He asked after he got himself a cup of coffee.
You took a deep breath, hoping that Tom would take the news well, “I actually did.”
Tom then casually looks around the bustling cafe, “And based on the location, I’m guessing this is something rather serious?”
“Right on Sherlock.” You laughed.
“Anyway.” You breathed out, just wanting to rip the band-aid right away to get everything over with, “Tom, you know that you’re an amazing boyfriend and all and that a girl couldn’t ask for anything better. But, I feel like that I don’t really reciprocate the amount of love you give to me.”
“Believe me, you do.” Tom cuts you off, “I know that everyone gets insecure sometimes but-”
“No, it’s not that.” You interrupted, “It’s just. I love you, but I see you as a friend and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to change.”
There it was. The truth, the bandaid was immediately ripped off. Tom was quiet for a moment and you were watching his every move, trying to get at least a warning of what would happen next.
Actually, you had no idea what you were expecting. But, you couldn’t hide the look of surprise on your face when Tom broke out into a smile.
“I kinda figured it out.” He shrugged, no tension or awkwardness lingering between the two of you.
Your eyes widened at the revelation, “What? How?”
“Well, lately you’ve been really quiet and you seem to be thinking very deep thoughts and all. And I also kinda noticed how you would smile brighter whenever Andrew was around and all.” He said.
“But don’t get me wrong,” He added upon seeing faint redness that broke out of your face, “I’m not mad or anything. I just found it…amusing that it took you so long to realize that you still love Andrew, and let me tell you, that guy still loves you. Also I was a big shipper of you and Andrew when you were together so I guess it's not a total loss if we can get that ship sailing again.”
You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m glad you’re not mad at me Tom, but I’m not sure if Andrew feels the same way.”
Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you before laughing, “Believe me Y/N, you may be blind to the way he looks at you, but trust me, his heart still belongs to you.”
The two of you chatted for hours, it was as if you two were friends the whole time and no break-up had happened in the first place.
You gave Tom a hug when the two of you got up from your table, “Thank you for letting it end on good terms. I’m glad we can still stay friends.”
He chuckled, “No problem. But, seriously, if you and Andrew don’t get back together I’ll lock you two in a closet until you do or risk facing my wrath.”
–
It’s been two months since you and Tom decided to remain as friends but it took the press two weeks before they were able to cook up the news that the two of you had called it quits.
When they had interviewed Tom about it, he had insisted that the two of you had very different paths to take and it was a mutual agreement for you to stay friends.
Emma, on the other hand, was delighted that her advice was working once again as she also kept pestering you to talk to Andrew about how you still felt for him.
“Em,” You sighed, your phone pressed to your ear as you plopped down on the couch, “Andrew and I are friends. Therefore, even if I still have feelings for him - I would just have to wait it out and bury them away because the chances of him still having feelings for me is almost close to zero.”
“Just trust me!” Emma said, the eye-roll could practically be heard in her voice, “The universe wants the two of you to get back together and I’m sure of it.”
You laughed, “As if you’re the one who writes people’s destinies.”
Later that night, you were boredly scrolling through Netflix, your next project didn’t start until next month so you had all the time in your hands.
You were supposed to go out on a little walk, but your destination became the couch when it started to rain.
Nothing from the new releases piqued your interest, so you opted for a classic rom-com, Notting Hill.
You were already 30 minutes into the movie when a knock was heard on your door.
Thinking it was the pizza you had ordered earlier, you paused the movie and opened the door.
What you did not expect to see was Andrew standing there, a wistful look on his face while his clothes and hair were drenched from the rain.
“Andy!” You said, quickly ushering him into the apartment, “What’re you doing here? Hold on, let me get you a towel.”
Having him sit down on a chair by the dining table, you ran into your bedroom to grab a spare towel and draped it around his shoulders.
“I was in the neighborhood,” He shrugged, giving a small smile, “And I thought I’d stop by then it started raining.”
“You didn’t bring an umbrella?” You asked, heating up some coffee for him.
Andrew chuckled, “I can’t predict the weather, how on earth was I supposed to know that it was going to rain?”
Jokingly tolling your eyes at him, you handed him the steaming cup, “That’s what the weather reports are for dork.”
He laughed, muttering a small thank you as he took the cup and the doorbell rang.
“You’re expecting someone?” Andrew then asked, raising a brow at you.
You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked towards the door, “Just some pizza. In which, I would be cruel if I didn’t offer you some.”
“It’s a good thing you know!” Andrew teased.
As it got deeper into the night, you and Andrew indulged in stories, pizza and laughs, it was just like the good times you had together.
“So,” Andrew said, throwing the crust of the pizza slice he’d just eaten back into the box, “I heard you and Tom broke up?”
You nodded, “Around two months ago.”
He licked his lips, “So, how’re you?”
“Well, as you can see, I am perfectly fine. I thought that Tom and I are better off as friends since I had come to realize that my heart belonged to someone else.” You said.
Andrew’s brows furrowed then he opened his mouth and closed it again, as if he wanted to say something.
“I-I wasn’t in the neighborhood.” He admitted, “I had really meant to come over here.”
“Why?” You asked, heart beating in anticipation.
“Well, I don’t mean to sound pathetic or anything.” He gave out a nervous chuckle, “But, the truth is, I still love you. I thought I would be able to move on if I just gave it time and all but I couldn’t. I still find myself thinking about you every second of the day, I still find myself wanting you, needing you. But when I told myself to just push those feelings away, because you were already happy with Tom and I could risk ruining the only relationship we had left - our friendship.”
Andrew took a deep breath before continuing, “So, I consoled Emma about my feelings and all and today she just kept on pestering me to make a move and all. For a moment, I had the courage to do so but when I was faced with your door, I couldn’t.”
He took your hands into his, avoiding your gaze, “Don’t get me wrong, my friendship means the world to me and all but if you let me have a second chance, I promise that I’ll treat you better. I’ll put more time towards you and nothing in this universe would be more important than you. I don’t care if I’m on the other side of the world, give me just one call and I’ll come running to you. I’ll put more work into you, into us. If you do give me that second chance.”
You giggled, trying to blink the tears out of your eyes causing him to look up at you confused.
“That’s why I broke up with Tom in the first place. It took me a while but I realized that my heart still belonged to you. And our relationship may have had bumps in the road but behind those bumps are the sweetest memories I’ve ever had in my entire life. Despite all the craziness, I realized that it was the way I loved you and the way I still do.”
“So, you’ll take me back?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
You could’ve sworn that the brightness of Andrew’s grin could’ve rivaled even the sun as the both of you slowly leaned forward.
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Hi Kayli! Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌
Oh I love these!!! Gonna shamelessly use this as an excuse to promote my Tess playlist. Thank you for the ask!
1. The Otherside - Birdy
2. Find You - Ruelle
3. Never Let Me Down Again - Jessica Mazin
4. I Of The Storm - Of Monsters and Men
5. Safe & Sound (Taylor’s Version) - Taylor Swift
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ok ok so pookie in history i got a new seating chart and my teacher made such a big mistake 💀
now i’m assuming her thought process was put me, z and h next to g (aka the ginger) bc we’re all quiet and he’s the class clown
but little did she know that i fuel his antics (like i’ve paid him before) and the only time z will talk in class is w/ me and g bc me and him are academic rivals and he’s just utterly dumbfounded by g being oddly gay for a straight dude (he literally has an alternate identity called jessica where he ties his shirt into a crop top and runs/talks like a valley girl that he uses when he hangs w/ my and my friends)
so we all ended up talking (aside from h) and were literally playing rock paper scissors
but like it’s also her fault bc me and z are once again literally in the top ( smartest kids at our school so we get done early and then despite g having 5 f’s in his classes he has an a in history so he does too and we have like 20 minutes to just fuck around while the rest of the class finished
girl you're head over heels for gingergirlypop dude
i guess we both like twinkiepies☠😭
g in his jessica alter ego:
back in both primary school and junior secondary i had a reputation for being one of the best at drawing in my class so enjoy this lil masterpiece i made just for you my pookiestar💗🌸🍨💌🍡
YAYYY I WAS ABLE TO PUT IT (my asks were not enabling me to send the pic earlier but enjoy)
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happy new year!! i would also like to know some of your favorites of 2023 💌
omg hi bestie!! 💖
i had SO many favorites this year.
for movies: barbie was definitely one of my favorite movies of all time, it was so amazing. across the spider-verse was also so cool!!
for music: taeyon's to.x mini, jessica's beep beep mini, hyoyeon's picture, the girls on top mini, rover by kai, killin me good mini by jihyo, golden hour by mark, the barbie album & chill kill by red velvet!! (there are so many more but i'll just stick to those for now lol)
others: i got the opportunity to go the smithsonian this year with my family & that was SUPER fun! definitely one of my favorite trips i've ever taken.
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Hi Battie how are you?? so I choose 🌿 🍭 💞 and of course 💌 for the fic ask game
Hi Jessica! I'm doing pretty well, I hope you are too🖤
🌿 How does creating make you feel? Most of the time it makes me feel inspired and motivated! Unless I get stuck on something, and then I'm just frustrated.
🍭 Why did you start writing? I started writing like over a decade ago (albeit not well at all) after reading The Outsiders for the first time in middle school lol. I've been writing fics on and off for different fandoms ever since!
💞 What's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language: I've been told I'm good at bringing the reader into the setting, so I guess worldbuilding, even though with fanfiction that's already kind of there.
💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! Oh man, there's so much, but besides the House of Wax cult AU, I started a Webster fic where he and the reader try (and kinda fail) at keeping their relationship a secret after he rejoins Easy after Bastogne. I know general opinion on Webster is mixed, but I like him a lot🤭
Thank you so much🖤
🦇 Battie
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💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
Ohhh I got this ask several times, so I can answer it in multiple parts! Err, I might ramble a little...
As a writer I come at everything from character. Plot stems from the character, and the world building also (mostly) spins out from the character.
This is why I can write 15k or 25k and not actually have a beginning, middle, or end. I get so caught up in the process of understanding how the character is inhabiting the world and figuring out what they want. What they need. It takes me so long to narrow things down and cut things out because I’m so far inside a character’s head.
Sometimes approach a story from a “what if x happens to Character A?” (I have a like two trope-y yennskier things I want to tackle this year that start with this question). But 7 or 8 times out of 10 I’m starting with what a character is feeling and doing and rolling around in the why. All my feelings start and end there. ❤️
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
Oh, I could probably just randomly pick any of my witcher stories at this point but maybe I’ll single out Learning Curve which on the surface is just porny cuddles and softness, but I spent a lot of time working through some TWN Yen thoughts about how she is coping from season 1 and 2 events. Her upbringing and relationship with Aretuza and Tissaia and how that impacts the way she fucks up with Ciri and what she wants to try to do and be better.
This Yen also has a magical disability which throws an emotional/psychological/logistical wrench into her plans about how to teach Ciri, too. Sure, Yen got her powers back from Voleth Meir, but what if there was still a physical/magical consequence for using up so much of her chaos in the first place? The wear and tear on her body can’t just go away, even if she can get her magic back.
I want to write more about Yen and magical disability and explore teacher/student dynamic with Ciri and when/if it can cross into a mother/daughter dynamic that I felt more acutely in the books and games.
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Ah!! Yes, okay. My puppetskier story Coin Operated Boy will feature Shani for a few scenes. It’s going to be sweet and endearing and funny. But!! Let me share with you the first meeting between Shani and Jaskier. This is not in the puppetskier story because I’m writing and publishing this in a very non-linear order but I want to share anyway cause I am EXCITED.
Some context: I’m casting a young Jessica Sula as Shani, and this Shani is going to be maybe a little genderqueer. And when Jaskier first meets Shani, he’s a little hungover and has been going through some things so he’s not at his best.
I’m enjoying writing Shani and Jaskier’s dynamic, mostly from a point of view where Shani actually doesn’t know who Jaskier is as a performer or professor because she’s been too busy doing her own thing. Jaskier hasn’t always been around for her to meet first or second-hand. The intergenerational friendship is a big deal to me to explore and tease, which is largely a contrast and parallel for when Jaskier was first setting out on his adventures with a monster slayer.
Bedside Manner
Shani & Jaskier
warning for implied alcohol abuse
~1800w
A gentle boot kicked Jaskier awake. Gulls. Clop of hooves. Distant yelling and chatter. He didn’t remember falling asleep down near the harbor.
Stabbing pain gouged Jaskier behind his eyes. He refused to open them to see what kicked him. He tried rolling over, his chin knocking into the corner of something, and instead he folded his arm and turned the other way. Horseshit wafted in the air, mingling with the scents of fish and piss. Maybe he should get up after all.
The boot kicked him again, but not with the heavy intent of harm.
“Hey.”
Jaskier was cold and stiff and he pulled his sleeves down. Pulled himself away from the repeated kick. Gentle, but still annoying.
“What,” he muttered.
“Wake up.”
The voice was bossy, but warm. Jaskier’s stomach clenched in pain and he scrunched his face. Last night hadn’t gone as planned, judging from the aches in his body. He remembered making it to a cot at some point to sleep off the drinking game, but he was outside now. His mouth was sandpaper dry. Coppery-taste on the inside of his lip and cheek and the faint taste of semen in his mouth.
Why did morning exist and why was someone bothering him?
“No,” Jaskier said and pulled the collar of his coat up to protect him from the sea breeze. He kept his eyes shut and feet shuffled beside him. The creak of wood beside his ear was like an anvil being dropped on his head. “Fuck.”
Jaskier rubbed his face which did little good to improve his situation. He opened his eyes, had a fuck-all time clearing the gunk from his vision, and regretted the daylight immediately. He blocked out the sun with his hand and hazarded a glance upwards.
A child peered at him from the cart that Jaskier was leaning against. He squinted at the street urchin, bronze skin with large brown eyes and curly, cropped hair that seemed to be an unnatural shade of red. Cherubic. Precocious. Someone looking for opportunity.
“I don’t have anything worth stealing,” Jaskier said and thought about getting up and decided against it when the needles inside his head told him not to move.
“Got that right. Saw three fellas feeling you up before I came over. Lucky you still have your boots,” the boy said.
“My boots are shit,” Jaskier said.
“Which is why you still have ‘em, I guess,” the boy agreed.
Jaskier sighed and his head lolled back, closing his eyes, and trying to find the will get to his feet.
He felt an odd pressure on the top of his head and tried to look up but something rolled down the side of his face and into his lap. It was a piece of fruit.
“Bwuh?”
“Hungry?” the boy asked.
“Eh,” Jaskier said and wiped off the fruit with his sleeve. He looked up at the child. “Not so keen on taking a…pear? from a strange child on the street first thing in the morning.”
“It’s afternoon,” the boy said.
Jaskier looked around again and supposed that was true enough.
“You pass out here often?” the boy asked and Jaskier picked at the stem of the pear and shrugged.
“Here, there. I am a man of the city,” he said and turned the bruised pear around in his hand.
“Did you vomit before or after you passed out? Think that’s your piss or someone else’s?” the boy asked and looked over his shoulder at the cobblestones Jaskier had slept upon.
“What?” Jaskier asked and frowned, looking down at his trousers and the ground and his head jerked back up. He hadn’t been sick—or remembered being sick, but that was beside the point. The scratch of a pencil was loud in his ears, inciting a new round of pain. He knew the tell-tale scribbling when he heard it.
Jaskier kneaded his eye and leaned forward, bracing a hand on the wheel of the cart and dragged himself to his feet. He got himself a proper look at the boy who was less of a boy and more of a gangly adolescent wearing a well-fitted green tunic. Clean, well-fed. Maybe not a street urchin, but still looked like a child.
A wave of vertigo passed over Jaskier and he braced himself against the cart, watching the boy write something in his notebook. “What’re you writing?”
“Patient notes,” the boy said.
“What? Huh,” Jaskier said, his hands moving before his brain caught up, and he swiped the notebook from the kid’s lap. Name, age, weight, symptoms were left blank but the child had written down a brief physical description along with a few notes under medical history. He read: Patient has a likely history of alcohol abuse. Damage to his liver suspected. Inquire about family history??? The words swam in Jaskier’s vision. He really should go lie down after drinking some water.
“I’m a medical student,” the boy said. Jaskier squinted at him. He looked too young to be at the university.
“You look too young to be at the university,” he said.
The boy grabbed the notebook back and twirled the pencil around in his hand. “I’m almost fifteen. What are you, 10 stone?” he asked, looking Jaskier up and down.
“Right,” Jaskier said. “Good luck with that,” and turned around and began making his way back to the town. The more he moved, the more wafting smell of fried fish was going to make Jaskier hurl.
“I’m not done yet, hold on,” the boy said and Jaskier gave the urchin a sidelong glance and he held out his notebook again. “Do you have a headache?”
“Splitting,” Jaskier said.
“Nausea?” the boy asked.
“Sloshy,” Jaskier said.
“Sensitivity to light?”
“I am quite hungover, thank you so much for your concern,” Jaskier said and turned a corner and slipped the pear into the palm of a old woman sitting on a stoop.
“Ohhh, I do have something for that,” the boy said. Jaskier almost didn’t bother stopping but the hopeful note in the boy’s voice seeped through the nausea. The promise of relief was too much to ignore. He turned around and the boy had leaned against the side of the building and was digging through his shoulder bag. “9? 10 stone? 9 stone just to be safe,” the boy said.
Jaskier wandered back. “I don’t have any coin for any tinctures you have there.”
“I don’t need coin. I only need to finish my report after you take this,” the boy said. He muttered something to himself and held out a large glass bottle at Jaskier. “Drink that water first. All of it.”
“You’re kind of bossy for a kid,” Jaskier said and uncapped the bottle, giving it a wary sniff.
The boy shrugged and uncapped a light green vial and poured a little on his finger and gave it a lick, nodding at himself and then handed Jaskier the vial. “It’s mostly ginger,” the boy said.
“So why should I trust you? Especially if I’m not paying you for this little remedy here.”
“I get extra credit for helping the stupid and poor,” the boy said. Jaskier frowned. The fucking nerve of the kid. Jaskier has now upgraded him from child to nuisance kid.
“Some bedside manners you have there,” Jaskier said.
“We haven’t covered that unit yet,” the nuisance kid said.
“Ah, well then,” Jaskier said. “To your education,” he said and raised the vial in a toast and tipped it back. It tasted…green.
He frowned and dropped the vial in the boy’s open shoulder bag. He tongued the roof of his mouth. “You make this yourself?” he asked. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Shani, and yes I made it. What good would it be if I had someone else do my homework for me? That’s how you’re supposed to learn, by doing it,” Shani said.
“If only all students were as sensible as you. Good job,” Jaskier said, and plucked the notebook from the bag and went flipped through the pages. Patients A through D were people Shani must be picking up from the streets, judging from the notes.
Jaskier helped himself to the pencil but Shani grabbed it and the notebook.“It’s not very nice to dig through somebody’s stuff.”
“Fair enough. What else do you need from me?” Jaskier said. His stomach rumbled loud enough that Shani’s eyes widened slightly. “Let’s keep moving away from the fried smells, eh?” he suggested and began walking, motion Shani to come along.
“Alright. What’s your name?” Shani said, flipping to a page in his notebook and following after Jaskier.
“Julian Alfred Panktraz,” he said. “P-A-N-K-R-A-T-Z,” he added helpfully.
“Age?”
“Timeless.”
Shani made a noise and Jaskier glanced over, watching him write down refuses to disclose age.
“Any other symptoms I should know about pertaining to your current health?” the nuisance kid asked.
“I’ve got an itch on my left toe that won’t go away—probably because of my boots. I seem to have lost most of my coin in a drinking game and I’m not quite sure whose company I enjoyed last night, but the memory problems are probably because of the drinking. I have trouble sleeping because I can’t seem to work out the third verse of my current ballad, but that’s more symptomatic of inherit heartbreak and loss of a decades-long friendship. Or maybe the heartache is from the terror seeping into Oxenfurt because of the war that’s happened—or the war that’s likely to come. No one seems to care how Oxenfurt has changed. The people aren’t like they were before. I don’t know why everybody else can’t see it. I mean, I know why…pretending something isn’t happening is easier than acknowledging the truth. I don’t know how to tell the story of what’s happening because… Fear isn’t easy to… to deal with when you’re alone,” he said, stymied by the next wave of nausea.
Shani paused his scribbling, clearly not knowing what to make of that.
Jaskier rubbed his face—his lips felt funny—and and shrugged. “You asked.”
“Oookay,” he said.
Shani closed his notebook and nodded at Jaskier. “I think I have everything I need. How do you feel?”
Jaskier patted himself down. Still nauseous, but not actively feeling like he was going to vomit. “Better. Top marks for you,” he said and Shani grinned.
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For the ask game: 🦋💥💌
🦋 what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?
that it's bad. that it's so bad and terrible that no one will care that I posted it because it's too bad to read. also that I made some kind of glaring error like saying that butter and cheese is the same thing and then everyone takes to the comments to tell me how much of an idiot I am.
💥 Find your least kudos'd fic and say something nice about it.
Hmm. That is Like A Deer Into The Headlights, which is from 2018 and my very first foray into fanfiction. It's a DC fic detailing a possible joker origin story- but it's a faithful retelling of a dream I had so it's very disjointed and unreal. I also think it is just bad, because I hadn't had time to get good at it yet. But I have to say something nice, so one thing I like about it is that it exists. I keep it up on AO3 because it's my starting point. I don't think I would've written anything had I not wrote down that dream one morning on a whim. I've always had stories in me to tell but never the fighting spirit to tell them and LADITH sits in my AO3 works list and says "Look. Even if it isn't good. You can still do it." and sometimes I need that.
💌Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
THE DEATH SCENE THE DEATH SCENE THE DEATH SCENE OH MY GOD THE DEATH SCENE!!!!!!!
This is from Call To The Devil (not saiki k sorry jessica 😔) and I've been working on it tonight and oh my god!!!! I'm so excited. SO EXCITED. It won't be up on AO3 for a while because I think this is going in chapter 12, but I'm going to put an excerpt. If anyone here reads CTTD, a little crumb for you:
That night, alone in his bed, finally safe and tucked away, Megumi remembers. His mind opens up like the gaping maw of Hell, and he is found again, baptised, in the unholy terror of his childhood's death rattle—
He is six years old and he is scared. They are all in a basement, Megumi, Mama, Papa, and Tsumiki. It is cold, and damp, and dark, and he wants very much to go home. He can't see much by the single bare bulb meant to illuminate the entire room, but Megumi sees enough to recognise some of Papa's friends. Except, they aren't being very nice to him. They're shouting at his Papa, and it is very loud, so loud that Megumi crouches down in a corner and puts his fingers in his ears.
Someone Megumi doesn't recognise is pointing something at Papa, and Megumi thinks it might be a gun- a real one like he's seen on TV and not a toy like the one Tsumiki used to have. Megumi knows that guns are dangerous, and they hurt, because Tsumiki's toy gun shot elastic bands and when she shot Megumi in the arm with it, it made him cry, and she wasn't allowed to play with it anymore. Real guns hurt even more than that, he thinks, because when people get shot on TV they bleed and sometimes they even die, and when someone dies they go away forever. Megumi doesn't want his Papa to go away forever, and so he feels himself begin breathing very, very fast, and his legs tremble even though he is crouching down.
He looks to his Mama, to ask her to make that man stop pointing a gun at Papa, but she is being held back by two of Papa's friends.
"Mama!" Tsumiki is crying, and trying to pull Mama away from Papa's friends. One of them kicks her back roughly, and Megumi flinches as she falls to the floor.
"Don't you fucking dare touch my kids," Megumi hears his Mama spit, and she thrashes in their grip wildly.
"Or what? What'll you do?" One of them taunts meanly.
"Shut up! Every fucking body shuts up right fucking now, or I fucking kill all of you," the man with the gun screams, punctuating every curse with a jab of his gun into the air.
It's like all the air gets sucked out of that basement, how quickly everyone shuts up. Megumi watches as the man points the gun back at his Papa. Toji glares at him darkly.
"How the hell else did you think this was going to go, Fushiguro?" The man speaks lowly, laden in vocal fry.
"Did you really think," he emphasises the last word with a jab of the gun into the side of Toji's head, "that you could, what, put in your two weeks and ride off into the sunset, happily for-fucking-ever after? Did you think we'd really let you go? That we wouldn't even look?"
#i have written way more than that but listen#spoilers#i have to keep some cards close to the chest#jessica thank u so much for the ask#<3#cttd
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song recs 🤓:
flowers by the faim
morning blue by giant rooks
remind me by bastille
therapist by girlfriends
sick by sea girls
Hi Jessica! I’m excited for these you have some great song recs 😌✨
Flowers by The Faim
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
Morning Blue by Giant Rocks
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
Remind Me by Bastille
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
Therapist by Girlfriends
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
Sick by Sea Girls
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
Send Me Song Recs 💌
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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💜
Hi Jessica thank youuuu for the ask 🥰 going with my daylist so if it's a bit weird that's why, it's not that my taste in music is odd 😅 today's list is called "post-grunge gritty saturday" ☺️
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💌 hi!! i’m bringing in some fantasy muses because pjo is totally taking over my life rn, so if you wanna write with any of them / plot something, ♡ this post or hmu!
cassandra olson. she/her, bisexual. (sabrina carpenter fc/rain spencer fc). daughter of aphrodite. pomegranate juice, mischievousness personified, will put ribbons on everything.
conrad nye. he/him, bisexual. (ross lynch fc). son of poseidon. rebellious heart, will kill for you, rules don’t matter to him.
annika luna. she/they, lesbian. (lizeth selene fc). daughter of ares. shaking fists, sitting on the roof late at night, dark humor.
zion baxter. he/him, straight. (tom blyth fc). son of hermes. dealing with high expectations, trust issues, destined for greatness.
gaia turner. she/her, bisexual. (jessica alexander fc). daughter of athena. ancient knowledge, strong coffee, color coded bookshelf.
gideon corbyn. he/him, bisexual. (milo manheim fc). son of dionysus. drives a little too fast, falls in love with everyone, life is about making friends along the way for him.
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Hi, umm, do you please have any alternate faceclaims for Meg Bellamy?
I was thinking of using her as a faceclaim, but I’ve noticed that she lacks resources so far, which I can definitely understand because she’s a new actress, but I would also like some other options.
Thank you so much for recommending some many beautiful, underused faceclaims to everyone in the roleplay community over the years - I always know who to ask, if I am need of faceclaim help <3 :)
Daisy Edgar-Jones (1998)
Rhianne Barreto (1998) English / North Indian, Portuguese.
Ella Hunt (1998) - is queer.
Jane De Leon (1998) Filipino.
Danielle Rose Russell (1999)
Giulia Be (1999) Brazilian.
Isa Briones (1999) Filipino / Swedish, Irish.
Jessica Alexander (1999) - is pro Palestine!
Pegah Ghafoori (1999) Iranian.
Simay Barlas (1999) Turkish.
Noor Taher (1999) Palestinian and Lebanese.
Savannah Lee Smith (2000) African-American - is bisexual.
Odessa A'zion (2000) Ashkenazi Jewish, German, English, some Irish, Northern Irish, and Welsh - is pro Palestine!
Azul Guaita (2001) Mexican.
Maitreyi Ramakrishnan (2001) Tamil - is pro Palestine!
Talia Ryder (2002) - is queer.
Thank you for the kind message, anon! I hope these suggestions are useful. 💌
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