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lewkwoodnco · 3 months

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Falling For You - Lockwood x Reader

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

a/n: tfw you almost die in the arms of your future employer :) rip lockwood and co, never an agents first choice be it in canon or fanon ok ill stop now also just to be clear we’re all ignoring how much the title sucks ass okay god only gave out a limited number of brain cells and we can’t ALL be as creative as @bella-rose29 (will make a separate post on this a little later, not enough space here) (but also she was SICKKK for coming up w the title deck the halls (and not your partner) ok didn’t mean to turn this into a belle appreciation post but 👍)

warnings/tropes: fluff fluff FLUFF, this is about as fluffy as it gets from me ashdkd, cringy pick up lines overload, also I declare plagiarism (?) of some rlly popular incorrect quotes, you'll know it when you read them

word count: 2.6k!

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She and Lucy were in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the boys to reach home. The four of them had split up to get some errands done that morning before breakfast - she and Lucy went to collect the payment for a few jobs, while Lockwood and George dropped off some paperwork at DEPRAC headquarters. Lucy put the kettle on while she refilled their teabag jar, and a minute later the boys walked in.

George was telling Lockwood off for something, who wasn't looking too sorry for whatever it was that he had done, though he clearly cared enough to try to suppress his giggles.

"Those forms took me hours, Lockwood. I wasn't about to let you drop them into some slush."

"I keep telling you, I wasn't going to drop them."

"How would you know when you were too busy making an ass of yourself?"

"I haven't seen a good pickup line in a while, George. You found it funny too."

"Yes, and the threat of you chucking our forms was downright hilarious."

She handed out the mugs of tea.

"What pickup line?"

"It was just a DEPRAC ad. Something like 'Are you a wraith? Because you have me love-locked.' Just a reminder of some quick signs of a visitor presence for Valentine's Day."

She meandered over to where Lockwood was standing at the kitchen counter, a little too casual. He immediately snapped up whatever he was scribbling. She looked mildly (read: exaggeratedly) injured, but he just gave her one of his winning smiles. Really, she was well within her rights to be suspicious.

"S'that?"

"A bill."

"What bill?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried."

"Good."

"Show me the bill."

"You're adorable."

It was a poor excuse of an attempt at a distraction, as she immediately started trying to snatch it away. Lockwood just held the folded paper above his head, trying to pry his jacket out of her yanking hands. After a minute or so of vehement struggling, the scuffle ended the way all of their scuffles ended - her playing at sour grapes.

"Oh! Go boil-yer-head. I don't even want to see that bill anyway."

He slotted the letter into an envelope smoothly as George cut in.

"Speaking of bills, hopefully, we'll be able to pay more of them off soon. Couples like to go away for Valentine's, so it's the perfect time to get any lingering visitors taken care of. We should put an ad in the paper, like DEPRAC."

That set Lockwood off again, and George groaned. As he got up to get another biscuit, she conspiratorially turned to Lockwood.

"Y'know, for someone who's so tickled by pickup lines, I bet you'd be terrible at them."

"Not more terrible than you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

Their bet had taken a back burner in her mind while she was preparing for their case that night, but she was still immediately suspicious when she walked into the kitchen to see Lockwood innocently snacking on a bowl of raisins.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing! Can't a guy eat his raisins?" He silently proferred the bowl to her. She narrowed her eyes.

"No thanks."

"How about a date?"

"When did we get - oh. Ha ha." There was a mischievous crinkle in Lockwood's eye. "Sneaky. I was busy preparing for our case, like a proper agent."

"Hmm, excuses, excuses."

"Fine. If George finds out you haven't read tonight's case file, you're on your own."

"NO no no no please please please -"

She prepped a few pickup lines before they left, just enough to stop Lockwood from becoming completely unbearable.

"Are you a visitor? Because you've been haunting my dreams."

She scrunched up her nose. "Boo. That's terrible."

"You try coming up with a visitor-themed one. They're all so horrible."

She paused for a minute.

"Are you a Lurker? 'Cause you're making my heart race."

"...no one likes a show-off," he grumbled, and she smiled to herself as they continued rooting through boxes, looking for a potential Source.

"Your hand looks heavy. Could I hold it for you?"

"What's it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" That one got a good laugh out of him.

"Might be more flattering if my competition wasn't a Raw Bones. You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?"

"If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."

She revelled in the huge smile that lit up his face. She knew he'd get a kick out of that one.

She hadn't expected to have as much fun with their game as she did. They recounted their highlights to Lucy and George on the way home, which made for an entertaining end to the case. As Lucy and George put away their coats, Lockwood lingered behind, looking at her as if there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words. She became even more alarmed when he placed a hand on her shoulder, because of how serious he looked.

"Is everything okay?"

He took a shaky breath and tightened his grip on her shoulder ever so slightly.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back."

The line itself wasn't particularly outrageous, but in the darkness by the door, with their faces in the shadows and him holding her close, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Good one," she whispered.

He gave her a sloping smile and retreated into the kitchen. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the warmth on her shoulder, as if his hand was still there.

"Did it hurt?"

"When I fell from heaven?"

"When you fell down the stairs. Right in front of us. It's been ten minutes and you haven't even gotten up yet."

With a strangled wheeze, he righted himself, looking more than a little stupid with his affronted expression and hair sticking up in all directions. They were on a case, and Lockwood had been a bit too close to the stairs whilst investigating the death glow on the landing. It had been quite a painful-looking rollercoaster of a fall with many bumps as he flailed for the railings, ending with a muffled scream.

"I was checking for broken bones."

"For ten minutes? Do you even have that many bones?"

He had an oily smirk on his face, though it was mostly nullified by his slightly crossed eyes.

"I've got...so many bones, I could give you a...wait. No. Hey lady, do you want a...bone? If you were a bone, you'd be in my...body...my body has all the bones...hang on. Okay, got it. Bones....fuck."

"...concussion?"

"Nuh-uh."

That was the moment his knees chose to buckle under him, and the three of them hurried to hold him upright. Even though he kept insisting he was fine, he was looking far too pale and woozy, so they flagged down a cab and pushed Lockwood into it. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, she joined him in the cab while George and Lucy got to stay to finish the job.

It had been a bit of a challenge to fumble for the key to the front door with the dead weight that was Lockwood compressing her spine, but she somehow managed. She tried her best to keep track of all of his long limbs after he knocked his head on the side of the door frame, groaning again. She dumped him onto their living room sofa, going down with him in the process, and with some difficulty peeled herself out of his grip. The bump had clearly taken quite a bit out of him, for by the time she returned with a blanket, he had completely passed out.

With some difficulty, she wrestled his rapier off of him and draped the blanket over him. She put away her own gear and rapier and curled up with a book on the armchair opposite the sofa. It was odd to see Lockwood sleeping. And even more odd to see him doing it so peacefully, like all thoughts and worries had been knocked clean out of his head. Much like her thoughts, the first time they met.

It hadn’t even been her goddamn fault. She had been lugging around her uncle’s rapiers since hers had been sent for cleaning and it was starting to make her arm ache. She deserved a little lean, no doubt. Only, what she thought was the door frame had been the door itself, so when her then-future employer had opened the door, she stumbled right into his arms.

And then promptly fell out of them when he let her go by surprise. To his credit, he was superfluously apologetic and sympathetic, and kept asking if her head was alright throughout the interview. It was a little annoying, if she were entirely honest, but she was grateful when that sympathy translated into a job, because all coherent thoughts in her head were lying somewhere on their front door runner.

As much as she tried not to think about the incident since Lockwood showed no sign of doing so himself, it kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. But it had also been rather liberating, as there was little else she could do that would be any worse.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lockwood began to stir after an hour or so, opening his eyes blearily. She instinctively put her book down and crouched next to the sofa, where she immediately felt awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand on his forehead, and they blinked at each other in confusion.

"How're you feeling?"

"Great." He cleared his throat, which barely helped his hoarse voice. "Chipper."

"Are you sure? Feeling chilly?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you a construction worker?"

"...huh?"

"Because you are building."

"What."

"I win."

He turned to his side and buried his face into his cushion with a satisfied look on his face.

"Oh, Lockwood. I don't think..."

He pulled his head out of the cushion alarmingly fast. That couldn't have been good for his neck. "Ohhh, too good for my pickup lines now, eh?"

"I...what?"

"I get a bump on my head and you don't like my pickup lines no more?"

"Why do you have a Brooklyn accent?"

"You's got a Brooklyn accent."

"Okay, now you're just throwing a tantrum."

He fussed for a few more minutes, muttering out of the corner of his mouth or into the cushion, but eventually calmed down. As his eyes fluttered close, his breathing becoming long and even, she quietly got up to leave.

"Just so you know...I do think you're building."

The Brooklyn accent was gone, and though his low murmur was comfortably familiar, something in it sent a spark running through her brain.

"I think you're building too."

She could have sworn he had a small smile before his mouth relaxed as he drifted off again.

She didn't see much of him after that, given how much rest he needed, and the reprieve from their game was a welcome relief. The pickup lines didn't slide off her tongue as easily when she meant them as much as she did now. Still, she couldn't hide from him forever, and ran into him in the kitchen a few nights later.

"Oh. Hey."

He held up the biscuit tin. "Hello. Catching up on my biscuit rations."

She smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely. A little sick of lying about, but I think I've finally got my head on straight."

He smiled, and the tension between them melted. She smiled back.

"Must have been scary, having your brain go wonky like that."

"It was...wild. I don't even know how I had the presence of mind to put my rapier away."

Her cheeks burned as she pointedly rummaged through their pantry for a snack while Lockwood brewed tea for the both of them. They sat at the kitchen table in silence, slowly sipping their tea as they ignored the elephant in the room. That is, until Lockwood broached the subject.

“Did it hurt?”

She put her mug down. “Lockwood.”

“Did it hurt?” He pressed, firmly.

“I’ve already heard this one.”

“Just - humour me for a minute, won’t you?”

She looked at the little she could see of his face, given how close they were sitting, and gave a small sigh.

“So. Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you fell into my life.”

He lightly squeezed her hand, it was only then that she realised that they were holding hands. She choked on her breath in a mildly undignified manner, but with the proximity and the unexpected answer, she was well and truly taken aback. She waited for the embarrassment to kick in. There were a lot of things to be embarrassed about at that moment - how he could probably see every imperfection on her face, how he could probably tell how nervous she was getting from how clammy her palm must be, and of course that he remembered their dreadfully embarrassing first encounter.

But the shame never came. If anything, she felt oddly…touched. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about the memory anymore. It was…as much as it pained her to admit it…slightly romantic. She looked away from his face, shaking her head slightly, staring at their gripping hands. So easy it was to hold onto each other in the shadows, but terrifying in the daylight. Scratch that, it was terrifying to see herself holding his hand just as tightly as he held hers. Maybe he did compel…something in her.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, and a moment later he was pulling out a familiar, weathered envelope.

"I've never...I've never asked anyone to be my Valentine. Never knew how it worked. Still don't really know how it works. So I tried writing it all down, and..." Lockwood frowned at the loopy yet measured scrawls in front of him. He sighed in defeat, crumpling the letter. "...and I still don't know how it works."

She swallowed through the lump in her throat. "Me neither. But..." she tore her eyes away from the table, looking at his face with his emotions stacked plain as day. "I think we know enough."

She curled her fingers into his. Years ago, she hadn't thought knowing if she was in love would ever be an issue, but for so many years she struggled to find the love they wrote books, songs and poetry about. But sitting here now, in the dim light of the kitchen, with a person whose face she could trace in her sleep, she realised Little Her had had it right all along.

“I always thought you were very nice to me in that interview. A little too nice.”

“You didn’t hear the way you screamed. I thought you were going down with a heart attack.”

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jaidens · 10 months

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hi! could you write something where daniel larusso is at soccer practice & his girlfriend is there watching him, and then afterwards when practice is done, they sneak off under the bleachers and talk & hold hands and kiss? y'know, just typical high school stuff 🫶🏻 thank you!

You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town — Daniel Larusso

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : thank YOU for the request! I hope this fulfills what you asked.

You sat on the bleachers, doing your homework two classes before. The hot sun beams down on you as you stare at Daniel. In all of his glory, he passed the ball through the green grass on the field. His coach is yelling at the team to “get themselves together” because they had choked the scrimmage.

The coach says they're off for the day and you see him running his sweaty hair back. Daniel picks up his stuff from the ground, takes his water bottle out, and takes a chug from it. You hear his Long Island accent ring out as he talks to one of his teammates, Josh. You were never quite fond of his team, as some of them had messed with your best friend.

A couple minutes later you finished your homework and put it in your backpack. You continued staring at Daniel. It was hard not to. His gorgeous tan skin was shining in the sun. He was slightly sweaty, shaking out his dark-brown hair. Daniel walked around the bleachers and up the stairs, carrying his soccer bag. You smile at him as he drops his bag next to yours and sits down. “Hey, Danny! How was the practice? You smell like sweat.” You teased and he put his arm around your shoulders. “Hey there.. the practice was good. Coach just will not get off of us over a scrimmage.” He says groaning.

“So dramatic aren't you? Wanna go under the bleachers? This heat is killing me.” You say, picking up your backpack and standing up. “And I'm the dramatic one?” Daniel says, grabbing his stuff and following you as you race down the stairs and to under the metal bleachers.

There's a couple people, mostly you and Daniel’s friends that are relaxing. You wave at your friend from chemistry and she smiles at you, just before her obnoxious boyfriend starts eating her mouth again. You make sure there are no teachers and pull Danny’s hand to get him closer to you. It provided a secret hiding place for you and Daniel to spend time together.

Daniel takes his jacket from his bag and puts it on the ground for you two to sit on. “Such a gentleman aren't you?" You said, grabbing his jersey to pull him down to the ground with you. He pulls out a couple of snacks his Mother packs for him whenever he has practiced. It's an assortment of finger food, crackers, and pretzels.

“How was class?” Daniel asks eventually, swinging his arms around your shoulders once more pulling you into his side. You remember, one day, his mother said you fit together like puzzle pieces and you almost cried. He was your best love, the sweetest and most caring boy ever who was completely fearless. “It was good. Mr. Johnson was yelling at this girl today and it was so hilarious.” Daniel laughs along with you as he stares at you while you speak about other classes you've had today.

Daniel was always a romantic after being raised extremely well by Lucille. He would never let you open a door if he was there, even if it was your bedroom door. The way he wrote notes for you and hid them in your books for every class. You always wondered how you were able to catch him. The star of the soccer team and the star of the Miyagi-Do Karate dojo. Even if he was the only one in the dojo.

“How was your day Danny? How was class?” You ask, taking another handful of snacks to eat. He starts talking about an annoying teacher, and a random thing that happened with Johnny. You can't help but admire him, the way he always has a small smile on his face when he explains stuff. His nose squeezes together whenever he eats a super salty pretzel but he continues explaining.

“Are you even listening baby?” Daniel says a few seconds later, after seeing (what he calls it) “your head in the clouds look”. You shake your head out of your daydream. “No! No, I'm listening. You were talking about Ashley Henderson!” You spout out, not sure if you were exactly right. You lay further on his shoulder and you smell his cologne. “Yeah alright." Danny’s Long Island was thicker whenever he was slightly tired. After practice, he would be almost unintelligible as you heard the way his words would stick together.

“Y’know. My Ma asked if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. We're having her famous lasagna I think. My Nonna taught it to her.” Daniel asks, running his fingers down your spine, something he did unconsciously whenever you laid on him.

You sat up slightly, looking up at his baby browns and his jaw. He has a small scar on the edge of his face from falling when he was younger. You always liked to kiss over it whenever you were alone. Secretly, Daniel loved it too. You let your lips fall on the scar, giving a small peck onto it. "Yeah, I'll come. Lucille always makes the best food. She could serve me mud and grass and I think I would still eat it.

“She does make pretty good food doesn't she?” He says, giving you a small smirk before holding his hand out for you to take. It was something he did after he got punched in the lip and you said he couldn't talk just in case he'd hurt his lip and to “hold out your hand if you want me to hold it.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers together with his. He smiled at you before leaning close to your face.

You connect your lips with his, giving a slow kiss to him. Daniel slowly reaches his hand to your face, holding it as you continue kissing. Some of Danny's teammates walk up behind him and smack his shoulders before saying, “Get some!” You had to pull away to laugh as he turned away embarrassed.

“Your teammates are crazy Danny.” You say, pointing out the obvious as Daniel runs his hand down your arm. “Yeah I know. I gotta’ play with them baby.” He says sarcastically throwing his head to the side. You laugh at him as he readjusts his hips, slowly pushing them up to fix his back.

You grin as you lay back down on his shoulder. After it got hurt during the karate tournament, you were always careful about putting too much pressure on it. Daniel told you it was fine, but you were still worried. Danny stares up at the clock that sat outside and looks back at you. “We have five minutes until our next class. What do you wanna do for the rest? Jus’ relax or am I thinking what you're thinking..?”

You push yourself up off the ground and stare into Daniel’s eyes. After dating Daniel for a year, you always notice his eyes have a sense of mischievousness in them. Lucille would always point it out too, how whenever he would look at something, there would always be a look in his eyes daring himself to do something.

"Oh, Daniel! No… I'm gonna get to class before I'm late. You know I have Mr. Thompson." You said, gently slapping his shoulder. He always knows you're joking, but you see him pretend to be upset and pout his lip out. You grab your backpack off the ground and his jacket. He grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug. "Hey, I'll see you later," Daniel says. You smile before hugging him again and kissing his cheek before walking off to your class. He waves you off, staring at you and you walk away.

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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obey me characters as "boys will be boys" shenanigans

boys will be boys-- a common phrase usually used to dismiss sexist or destructive behavior from boys and men alike. that usage absolutely neglects to acknowledge all the fun, harmless, stupid shit boys are capable of. i refuse to let this phrase be misogynistic any longer. "boys will be boys" is now the go to phrase to mean "boys will sometimes do stupid shit that is usually harmless but always endearing and/or entertaining". gotta give some love to our boys <3

content warnings: clueless boy behavior

only on the rarest of occasions, when he's completely distracted, mammon will drink like a toddler. y'know that thing where they take huge sips and then breathe loudly between each sip? yeah that. that's him. not on purpose, but he still does it. it is so hard to catch him doing this, but when you do it is so fucking funny.

diavolo and lucifer are really into those unclogging drains accounts on social media. something about them just really captivates them. same with "how it's made" clips. they'll send the videos to each other anytime the stumble across a really good one. nobody (besides barbatos) knows they do this.

beel is definitely that man that, when asked to buy tampons or pads for a mestruating friend or partner, to ask very amusing questions. if he's grabbing tampons, he'll shyly call you up from the feminine hygiene aisle and ask "what size is your... y'know..." (he can't bring himself to say it). cue the laughter once you eventually pick up on what he means-- the sizes they offer for different flows, like regular or super. you're nice enough to explain that one when he gets home. if he's grabbing you pads, he'll call you up in distress from the store. you see, he knows that your period lasts a few days, but the longest lasting ones he can find are overnight pads. should he go to another store to get ones that will last longer, or...? you have to explain to him that you don't wear pads for more than a couple of hours, and that you throw the old ones away and replace them with new ones when needed. poor thing. he's trying so hard to help.

asmo is very much team "kiss the homies goodnight". granted, he has different reasons for that stance, but it's funny to hear him tease the others. what's that, mammon? you don't kiss the homies goodnight? what a bad friend! this always ends in chaos.

mammon may be the crow, but it's usually satan that collects things like one. he has a pile of pretty rocks he's found or received over the years. he will, if prompted, show you every last one of them and explain all of their origins (like a toddler showing off their racecar collection). you might have just asked casually, but now you're in it for the long haul. see, this rock here is actually from the human world. it's only ever found by volcanos, as it is a form of volcanic rock, but this one actually--

#today... i bring you this #tomorrow... who knows #i really need to work on requests and i promise i have been!! but they always take so long #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #boys will be boys #truly a goldmine of a phrase

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tinygarbage · 6 months

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Lovers Rock (A Halloween Special)

pairing: Joel Miller x College!f!reader

word count: 4k

summary: Joel's been your best friend since 6th grade. He graduated with you, but when you went to school, he joined his fathers contracting company. When your roommate invites you to a frat party for Halloween, hoping to set you up with her boyfriends friend, you drag Joel along.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, underage drinking, college parties, Joel is 20, reader is 18 (Joel was held back for kindergarten), frat boys, kissing, reader is a virgin, mutual pining, oblivious reader, not edited 😵‍💫

a/n: ok y’all, I’m not very happy with how this turned out, but I really like the idea I had so yk fuck it and ball. I just needed some mutual pining yk? I’m hoping to make multiple installments of this story but I’m not promising anything! Anyways enjoy even though there only a few hours left of Halloween:)

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When Nessa proposed she wanted to set you up with her boyfriends frat mate, you didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that she was desperate to help you loose your virginity.

So, after a couple days of convincing, you give in. But not before calling your best friend to drag him along. You call Joel immediately after Nessa tells you about the party. He had been your best friend since 6th grade. You met him in math class and after pestering him for a piece of gum. When he finally gave in, you continued to pester him until you completely weaseled your way into his life. And since then, you had been inseparable.

You and Joel had watched each other go through countless crushes and relationships, but nothing stuck for either of you. Joel was a little more proactive, and had done a lot more than you had ever done. Including losing his virginity. But, you promised each other to keep each other in the loop. So here you are, last minute on the Wednesday before the party, waiting for him to pick up as the phone rings.

"Jo, hey." You say quickly after he picks up.

"What's up, Buttercup?" He says, panting slightly.

"You good?"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just at the job sight." He says, trying to catch his breath.

"Still? It's 7?" You frown, looking at the alarm on your desk.

"Yeah, Dad's got us cleaning and shit." He sighs, "so what's up?"

"Oh, yeah. Right." You laugh, "What are your plans Friday night?"

"Tommy's got a football game, but I can get out of it if you wanted to do something." He answers.

"There's a party. A Halloween party." You say, flipping a page of your textbook and start writing.

"Oh, y'know I'm not really into that kinda shit." He says. You can picture the little scowl he unintentionally does.

"Please? For me?" You whine.

"Why do you want me to go so bad, college?" He chuckled. You can imagine him standing at the job sight. Breathing heavy in his work pants and neon orange t-shirt. He'd be panting slightly, beads of sweat running down his forehead, curls messy and hands dirty from a tough day at work. His biceps bulging in the t-shirt and his thighs tight against the fabric of his pants.

"Nessa is trying to set me up with one of the football guys, I need my bodyguard just in case things get rocky." You says, the eraser of your pencil pressing against your lip as you read and talk,

"Nessa? Your roommate?" He asks. Joel and Nessa don't get along.

"Please, Jo." You drag out his nickname.

"I don't wear costumes." He says flatly.

"What if i buy you one?" You propose.

"You're not spending money on me." He argues.

"Wear dark clothes. I'll just get a mask or something." You suggest, "you don't even have to wear it, just hold it."

He sighs from the other line, "Fine. I'll wear dark clothes. And I'll be at your dorm at 7:30."

"Really?" You ask, smiling brightly as you look down at your desk with a smitten face.

"Really, Princess." That's what he called you whenever you got you way. It always made you feel like you had a little butterfly flying around your rib cage.

"Thank you. I love you." You giggle, going back to writing notes.

"Love you too, College." He says, you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you then?"

"See you then, Jo."

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The crowd is immediately overwhelming to Joel. As the group approaches the frat house, there a guy throwing up an the sidewalk. He's dressed as Luigi. His mustache lays crumbled at his feet while he groans. Joel automatically thinks of 3,001 excuses to get the hell out of there. But each excuse is thrown away after he thinks about you. What if something happens to you? So he stays. Stuffing part of the werewolf mask you bought into his back pocket. Reluctantly grabbing a beer from the huge cooler once you're inside and cracking it open. He watches as you and Nessa take out your own alcohol and soda can to make a mixed drink.

Earlier that night, he arrived at your dorm to see you all dolled up. A winged liner and a cherry red lipstick being the most notable out of your makeup look. For him at least. You were wearing a white, pirate styled shirt with a worn brown vest. In a material that made Joel cringe slightly. Your skirt was fluffy, and short, exposing your thighs in the cold air. You wore converse, just like he had. You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. Shoving a cheap werewolf mask into his hands, thanking him for wearing exactly what you had told him. Which was a navy crewneck and dark denim. He was your big bad wolf.

He sighs, standing beside them, feeling wildly out of place. You had brought him to the same frat before. After a Longhorns game. An invitation reached out by Nessa and her boyfriend who was in the frat. But before then, he was drinking and it was easier to make conversation about football, and not his shitty costume. He swallows his pride and watches you giggle with your bad influence of a roommate. Or so he believed her to be.

You turn to see him staring, throwing a crooked smile in his direction before taking a long sip of your drink. Which had mostly alcohol and a drop of Dr Pepper. "Can you hold my soda, Joel?" You ask, with your usual puppy eyes and fake pout.

He grumbles and grabs it from you, double fisting a Busch lite and your Dr Pepper. While holding your soda and following you around, all Joel could think about were his little brothers words. 'You're the boyfriend with absolutely no benefits.' And Joel couldn't deny it any longer. He helped move you into your dorm, he picks you up when you drink too much with Nessa, he holds you when your shitty boyfriends screw you over, and he holds your drinks at parties so you can flirt with other guys. And he gets nothing but a 'thanks Joel! You're the best!'

It took him way too long to realize that he's the friend zone king. He sits on its shitty throne next to the guy who says 'Where's my hug?' His stomach churns. His throat burning hot and his head is spinning.

"Nessa said Kayden and Theo are on the lawn." You shout over the music into Joel's ear, the proximity making his heart jump.

"The hell are they doin' out there?" He asks back.

"Keg-stand, fucking idiots." You grumble and Joel laughs, agreeing. Which earns him a glare from Nessa. To which he sticks his tongue out back.

Nessa grabs onto you, leading you out towards the lawn. You immediately grab onto Joel's forearm and drag him with you two. He sighs, downing half of his beer as he walks with you to the lawn. A sea of drunk college students dressed in silly or slutty costumes litter the lawn. Nessa's boyfriend, Theo, is in the middle of a keg stand, and Kayden is cheering from the side with a jug full of alcohol. God, Joel wanted to lose his shit and bang on his chest in pure anger. You were nervous about that fucker?

You look to Joel with an uneasy smile, he doesn't return it. "How do I even communicate with him?" You ask Joel.

"You run away as fast as you can," he gives you an unimpressed look as he says it. He's not joking.

You give him an exaggerated eye roll and shake your head. "You told me you'd be good for advice, Miller."

"That's my best advice, Princess," he says easily, crossing his arms over his chest. His beer can lazily hanging in his fingertips. Which are lightly gripping the top.

You swallow, watching as Kayden chugs an impressive amount of whatever alcohol was mixed in the jug of what used to be Arizona tea. "I guess I should probably introduce myself."

Joel's jaw clenches as he watches you go, wanting to grab you and shake sense into you. What could you possibly see in that guy? What could possibly be romantic about a arizona jug with a unexplained green liquid sloshing around inside it? What could possibly be attractive about the piss-water beer he was spilling all over himself. With one tight squeeze, he crashes the can, wandering away to find a recycle bin.

He heads back inside reluctantly, chewing the inside of his cheek while his mind churns out a million scenarios where you turn out hurt. Or someone else's. A huff escapes his lips as he tosses the can into the recycle bin and immediately heads into the kitchen for another. In the kitchen, there's a group of other Mario characters. Joel clocks them as Luigi's group. He wonders if they know poor Luigi is puking his guts out.

Laughing to himself, he cracks open a second beer and leans against the counter, observing as people come and go from the kitchen. He sips slowly, judging people's costumes, laughter, and their drunken speeches. He wonders how people got drunk so fast, or if him and your group really arrived as late as Nessa made it seem. He sets his beer down next to him, still holding onto your Dr Pepper. His hand covering the open top. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a princess peach approaching. Her dress short, and white knee high boots. Her blonde hair was curled and she had a tiny crown on her head. She looked good.

"You're bleeding." She says, pointing to his empty hand. Looking down, he realized he must've cut himself while crushing his can in his earlier frustration.

He looks back up with a slow blink, "thanks." He grumbles, not really sure what to say, "you know if they keep a first aid kit in this dump?"

Peach laughs with a nod, moving past him and looking under the sink. She grabs out a small, red first aid kit. Joel sets down your Dr Pepper. He moves to the sink, washing off the blood from the small, deep cut. He rips a paper towel from his freehand and dabs the cut. Once he's finished, Peach put a paw patrol bandaid on the left side of his palm, where the cut is.

"All fixed, soldier." She says with a giggle.

"Thanks," he says, inspecting the bandaid made for children, "oh, and if you're missing a Luigi, he's out on the lawn. Buddy seems like he's had a rough night.

Peach let's out a loud giggle, Joel flinches at the sound. "Oh, that's just Damon. He's been drinking since noon."

"Since noon?"

"Yeah, it's normal i promise." She says, her hand falling onto his bicep as she laughs. She squeezes it lightly and his eyes widen slightly.

Joel shifts, not really sure how to handle a unwanted touch from a stranger. Her hand dropped as soon as it came. He let out a huff in relief, shifting his converse against the kitchen tile. "He should probably stop drinkin' so much." He said awkwardly.

Peach shrugs, "it's college."

At the tail end of their conversation, you slip into the kitchen. You're red hood is down now, and your solo cup is completely empty. Having been downed after you listens to Kayden tell you about football through a slurred voice. After realizing there was no chance of social resuscitation, you head inside to find Joel. Hopefully getting the hell out of there. You walk through the sliding glass door and through the dining room. When you reach the kitchen you stop in you tracks at the sight of Joel.

As you stand there, a realization creeps up on you. You've seen this film. You've seen it a thousand times. Every time you've entered a room, you've watched it play. A perfect play through every single time. Joel stands against the kitchen counter with another beer in his hands. He's grumbling something to a girl dressed as Princess Peach. As she laughs at what he said, her delicate hand slaps his bicep, grabbing onto it as she leans forward and lets out a flirtatious giggle. You watch him blink slowly, realizing whatever he said to the girl wasn't a joke. He wasn't trying to be funny.

Continuing to watch, you stand in the entrance. He stands up from where he was leaning on the counter, no longer relying on it to hold him up. You watch as he slams his second beer, your Dr Pepper still in his right hand. His hand is covering the top. Another few blinks and his whiskey eyes are on you.

Everything from there feels like a total cliche. He turns away from Princess Peach, eyes still on you. He mutters a farewell. You watch him closely as he stares you down. He's crossing the room, eyes fixated on your form. The white pirate-styled top, and the brown vest. His eyes fall to the short red skirt and the beat up converse on your feet. The noise around you cancels out into merely a whisper, your heartbeat gets faster as you realize what's happening to you. No, what's happened. What's always been there. What is becoming so painfully obvious that you physically can't keep up with the way your brain spins.

He's there and everyone else is just an obstacle. Blocking you from running to him. You wonder if that's how it's been this whole time. If your own stupidity and oblivious nature has been your obstacle this whole time. If this moment was destined since you had plopped a boat made out of the gum wrapper from the gum he gave you on his desk in 6th grade. You wonder if had he asked you to homecoming instead of Charlie Winkler, would you have already realized it. Would you have already realized that there's absolutely no one in this world that makes you feel the way he does?

As he gets closer, fire spreads through your body, and suddenly he's grabbing your wrist. He says something, but you're locked into a shock induced state. You completely zone out as his face leans closer. Your eyes take in his thick, furrowed brow and the slight scrunch on his forehead. His lips are downturned and you suddenly realize how long it's been since he's shaved. His stubble much longer than he had ever kept it before.

"Hey, you good?" His smooth drawl snaps you back into reality, he's waving a large hand in front of your face, "Earth to College."

You blink a few times, "Joel. Hi." You choke out awkwardly, staring at him.

"You good? Where's Kyle?"

"Kayden." You correct, throwing out your solo cup. Then grabbing the Dr Pepper from his hands and throwing that out too.

"Same thing," he shrugs, "Where is he?"

"I wasn't into him." You say quickly, "Wanna get some air? I'm feeling a little overwhelmed."

He immediately looks concerned, his hand landing on the small of your back, "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

You nod quickly, "I'm fine, i promise. C'mon, let's go upstairs."

You grab his hand and lead him out to the living room and up the stairs of the frat. He follows behind, holding onto your hand tightly. He looks behind and around himself, not really knowing what to expect. Or what people would think about people heading into the bedroom of a frat member without said frat member being present.

You reach a door with Theo's name on it. Carefully, you peak your head in. Once you know it's clear of horny and drunk college students, you open the door fully. Joel steps through, looking around at the slightly messy room.

"You're sure we can be up here?" Joel says, awkwardly shifting his weight as you plop down on Theo's bed.

"He said I could use it if i needed too." You smile, playing with the hem of your skirt.

He just nods, converse dragging slightly on the rug under his feet and towards the bed. As he sits down slowly, you listen to the muffled music from the yard. A shitty, yet classic, Pitbull song plays and you hear drunken screams. You ignore it, not wanting to focus on anything else but the overbearing scent of Joel's teakwood cologne. The one you got him for his 20th birthday. How was he so perfect?

"So, that kid didn't catch your interest?" Joel asks, his sweaty hands rubbing on the denim covering his thighs.

"He smelled like wet pennies," you laugh, nudging his shoulder lightly.

He laughs with you. It's thunderous sound, one you've always been incredibly fond of. You giggle slightly, a lovesick haze clouding your brain as he looks over to you. For a moment, it's quiet between you both. A complete contrast to the chaos outside. Both of your breathing the only sound left in the room. His eyes flicking from your eyes to your cherry red lips. He snaps out of his daze, looking forwards, "I think if someone told me I smelled like pennies, I'd cry." He says teasingly, nudging your knee.

"You don't smell like pennies." You lean closer.

"Promise?"

"Promise." You nod, giggling as you lean your head on his shoulder.

His arm wraps around you, rubbing your shoulder over your smooth red cape. The hood tangled in the back from ripping it off your head after Kayden accidentally spilled his unidentified alcohol beverage on it earlier. You nuzzle your head on his muscular shoulder, inhaling his strong scent. His navy crewneck is soft against your cheek as you look down at the dark denim on his strong thighs.

You both sit in silence for a few moment, the tension in the air getting thicker as the seconds tick by. Eventually, you get restless. Your voice cuts through the quiet room as you lift your head up slightly to look up at him. "You want to stay with me in the dorms tonight?" You ask softly.

"I would love that." he says softly, leaning forward and placing his forehead on yours. His hand reaches to grab your wrist as it sits on your lap. He rubs your wrist slowly, running across a prominent vein that meets your palm.

Suddenly, his free hand wraps around the back of your head, gently and quickly pulling you in. Before you can process whats happening, his lips press against yours. You melt into the kiss without another thought. His hand slides down and holds your face, his other hand dropping your wrist and reaching up behind your head. His long fingers running through your hair as you kiss. Your hands lay on his chest, squeezing him slightly when he pressed deeper. The kiss turns to into a heavy make out as he starts getting a bit carried away at the taste of your cherry lipstick. The kiss gets sloppy, making you squeeze your thighs together from the sudden burn between your legs. He breaks the kiss, breathing heavy, his hands on your hips. He's looking down at you with rosy cheeks. "Was that okay?" His voice was soft.

You pant softly, your lips swollen from his passionate kiss. "Mhm," you nod.

He quickly steals another kiss from you, shifting to face you. You go right back to making out again. He has a tight hold on your waist with one hand. His left hand traveling up to your back. You hold yourself up on the bed with your hand spread behind you. Your arm is thrown over his shoulder and around the back of his neck. His tongue pushes against yours, pulling you in for a kiss. It lasts for a few seconds that seem to be last a lifetime. His hand grips tighter at your waist, breathing heavily after he eventually broke the kiss. "I want you.." He whispers. His eyes are heavy and he's gazing at you in a way you didn't believe was possible.

"I'm yours." You whisper without another thought, smiling.

He pulls himself even closer, slowly and gently lying you down before leaning on top of you. He places his hand flat on your spine, whilst his other hand goes to your thigh. He kisses your neck and collarbone, the taste of your skin driving him crazy. For a moment, he loses himself in the taste, before he begins to wonder if you're feeling alright. He pauses again, letting himself catch breath before checking on you. "Are you comfortable? Do you want to continue this?"

You nod, your fingers playing with the curls on the back of his neck. His hand is on your thigh, rubbing it lightly. "Yeah, I'm comfortable." You nod softly.

He beams, a slight huff of excited laughter hitting your face. "You'll let me know if it's too much?" He asks softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Mhm." You hum, pushing his head down to continue the kiss. He happily accepts the invitation, squeezing your thigh gently as his other arm is still wrapping under you as you lay on Theo's bed.

You both make out for a few more minutes. The touches become more and more heated with each second. Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hand travels up your thigh to rest on your hip underneath your skirt. A small moan rumbles against his lips as your back arched slightly against the mattress. His finger loops under the band of underwear on your hip.

As he begins to tug slightly, the door flys open and you and Joel rip apart from each other. Joel hops off the bed, scratching the back of his neck as his other hand travels to his front pocket. A poor attempt to hide the bulge in his jeans. You sit up on the bed, fixing your skirt and hair as you both look at the door.

Theo and Nessa stand at the door, their jaws dropped open at the sight in front of them. “No way,” A drunken Nessa giggled, covering her mouth.

“Nessa! Hi!” You squeak, getting up from the bed as the two drunken vampires giggle.

Joel’s face is beet red as his hands are stuck into his front pockets. You look over to see red lipstick smudged on his lips, some even in his stubble. You got hit with embarrassment, using your thumb to wipe around your lips to wipe off any smudged lipstick. “We were just getting some air.”

“More like sharing some air,” Theo laughs.

“Go back to the dorms,” Nessa smirks. “I’ll be here tonight.”

Instead of arguing you nod, grabbing onto Joel’s arm and leading him out of the room. The door closes behind you and you both look at each other in awe and embarrassment.

“Dude.” You breath out, a slow smile creeping onto your lips.

“That…” he tries to find words in his flustered state, “that was awkward.”

You both laugh, leaning into each other in a post make out haze. He tugs you into his arms for a moment, pulling you close as he rubs your back slowly. He presses a firm kiss to the crown of your head before pulling apart again.

“Should we head to your dorm?” He asks softly, biting the inside of his lip.

You smirk, grabbing his wrist. “C’mon, cowboy.”

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better.

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes.

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off.

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you?

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that.

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit.

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed.

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?”

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.”

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?”

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.”

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room.

“Who’re you?” he asked.

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.”

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response.

“What’s been going on, man?”

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.”

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?”

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?”

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?”

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently.

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?”

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father.

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?”

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded.

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces.

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command.

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding.

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?”

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?”

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-”

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest.

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed.

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.”

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay."

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.”

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.”

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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my-soupy-brain · 5 months

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Got some new clothes in an online shopping haul and I need Ted to hype me up while I try stuff on

Ted is the ultimate hype boyfriend. There's literally nothing you could wear that he won't celebrate. It could be a burlap sack, for goodness sake, and he'll tell ya how damn beautiful you look, darlin'. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: So kind and cute it hurts, but let's get some smut in there too

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You've never done a haul before. It's the hottest thing online -- buy a bunch of clothes from a website or two, and try them on.

You were nervous though.

Your body had changed, admittedly. Ted's biscuits didn't help, but you'll be damned if you ever turn them down.

So dressing for some plumper areas of your body felt...

"Whatcha got there, sugar?" Ted chimes, seeing you unload the box on the bed, chewing on an apple while help leans against the doorframe.

"I did one of those online shopping haul things? From a couple of websites I wanted to try. And I'm about to dive right in," you say with a sigh.

"Oooh! Fashion show. You'll look gorgeous in whatever ya wear, y'know," Ted says, moving to sit on the bed, picking up the individually wrapped clothes and trying to imagine what's inside.

"Oh Ted, you don't... no, it's OK," you start to offer, trying to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing you in these new garments. Especially ones that might not look so great.

He can see the doubt on your face.

"Now, I'll leave if ya want me to, but I'll gladly be your front-row audience and cheering section, too," he says, dragging you between his legs so he can wrap his arms around you and touch you.

Despite how your body may have changed over the last couple of months, Ted never showed any signs of being anything but enamored with you.

You smile. "OK, here goes!"

...

Your first outfit is a fairly body-forming long-sleeve fuzzy dress, perfect for winter around the corner. You paired it with a belt you ordered and some black boots.

As soon as you open the door, Ted's eyes are big, his mouth dropped open.

"Oh, sugar, lemme see that," he says, his voice low and sultry. His hands run down the sides of the dress, the fabric so soft it makes him smile.

"You're like a cozy, sexy goddess," Ted chimes, grinning at you. You do a small twirl and Ted nods, looking you up and down.

"I mean..." he nods again. "Yeah, keep that. Keep that one for sure."

You blush wildly and look down, Ted bringing you back to stand in front of him, his hands grabbing your hips.

"Shows off all those perfect damn curves," he murmurs, his drawl heavy and voice a bit lower. "I love seein' what I can grab onto. Sexiest thing in the dang world."

You shudder a little and blush again, and Ted looks up and sees your face.

"Let's see what else you've got hidin' back there, sugar," and he lightly spanks your butt as you turn to walk away and you giggle.

The next outfit is a red mockneck sweater, with a heart-shaped cutout over the cleavage, tucked into some baggy black, soft pants that can be dressed up or down. You pair it with some heels.

Ted whistles as soon as he sees it.

"Well, they placed that heart right, I'll say that much," Ted says, his eyes going to your chest. You raise an eyebrow playfully.

"C'mon, now! I mean 'cause that's where that beautiful heart of yours is!"

You laugh. "That all?"

"No, also because where those beautiful curves are that make my heart pound," he chides, bringing you back in front of him, holding your hand while he looks you up and down.

"Oh, I like those pants! They're like dressy jammies!" Ted smiles up at you, and you grin.

Boys.

You stand in the mirror and look at yourself from every angle, Ted leaning back on the bed and watching you.

"Sugar, you couldn't look better even if you had a professional stylist," he says with confidence. You eyeball him through the mirror.

"Now, now. We know that's not true."

Ted shrugs. "Sure it is. You're perfect just like y'are. No need to mess with perfection."

You blush and smile, blowing him a kiss through the mirror, which he playfully catches.

The next few outfits go by in a whirlwind. Ted claps, touches, marvels, cheers.

"Look at you!" "Golly, darlin', you're makin' my heart race!" "That color is gorgeous with your eyes." "But so is that color! Oh, you can wear the rainbow, sugar!"

Ted will be damned if you don't feel like the most beautiful thing in the world every second you can.

...

You're in the bathroom for a little while.

"Y'got anything else in there, darlin'?" Ted calls from the other room. You smile as you fix the straps of the next item.

When the door opens, Ted is texting Beard a silly meme and smiling at his phone. You clear your throat.

"Last one."

Ted puts his phone down and when his eyes look up, his heart almost stops beating.

You're standing there in a purple, satin and lace short nightgown and matching robe. You're in bare feet, for once, your hair down and a smile on your face.

"Thoughts?" you ask, biting your lip nervously.

"Come here."

"Wait, good or bad?" you ask.

"Come here."

You step closer, and Ted pulls you over his lap, his hands roaming up your body over the satin, his breathing shallow, and a moan slips out of his throat.

"You like this color?"

Ted leans his lips forward and kisses your collarbone, his mustache brushing your skin, his big hands roaming the curves of your ass, your back, your hips...

"I take that as a yes?"

He grunts and groans, his lips moving up your neck to your ear.

He's breathing hard and fast, his breath hot against you, and you can't help but give into wherever this is going.

"What color is it?" Ted asked, making you laugh. "I didn't even notice."

You chuckle, and he giggles with you, his hands still traveling every curve. Even the new ones.

"You're delicious," he murmurs to your neck, nibbling your ear.

"So...is this a keeper?" you ask, your breath changing and desire coursing your veins.

"You're a keeper," Ted says against your skin, his fingers now in your hair as he looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. "But yeah, this is a keeper, but it won't be on long."

He quickly rolls you to the bed, to your back, his lips trailing from your lips to your jaw, neck, chest, breasts, hips, and thighs. When his hands ghost under the short hem of the nightgown, he moans when he realizes there's no barrier.

With little notice, he moves to the floor on his knees, hooking his arms around your thighs and tugging you toward the edge of the bed as you squeak in surprise.

His nose bumps against your clit and he groans again, his tongue meeting you, kissing you, tasting you...

"Ted!" you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets of the bed, and one moving to his hair. His eyes make contact with yours, dark and focused, his mouth dipping down, his tongue dipping in again and again.

"Taste so good, could eat ya all day," Ted murmurs, with that sexy drawl and low baritone.

When he slides his first two fingers in you, you gasp and he smiles. His thumb plays against your clit, making your breath grow shorter and sharper.

"I don't think I need to warm ya up, sugar," he says with a sly grin. "I think all that fun teasin' earlier got ya started. But I wanna make you feel good like a goddess deserves..."

When he curls his fingertips your hips bump up, your body arching as the pleasure rolls through your nerves, up your thighs and to your stomach.

"Oh, God..."

"Yeah, baby...you're so beautiful..."

He almost gets you to climax before you beg him to come back to you.

"Need you...need..." you murmur, your brain short-circuiting. "Please..."

Ted smiles and crawls up to you, unbuckling his belt with one hand, your greedy hands pulling his shirt off while he pulls down his pants and boxer briefs.

A big, warm hand holds your thigh and he leans down to take a nipple into his mouth, and you can feel his cock teasing your center. You wiggle your hips and Ted smiles.

"Almost there, doll," he whispers, kissing his way back to your lips.

He wets the tip against you and pushes in, and you wrap your legs high around him, his hands back on your thighs.

"You're so soft, so delicious," he murmurs, his lips against yours for a moment, whispering. "You're perfect."

Your fingernails drag down his back and up his hair, down his chest and chest hair, and back up to cup his face.

He makes love soft but deep. It's a rainy Sunday evening, nowhere to be, nothing to do. So he takes his time.

"God, Ted," you murmur. "I'm...I'm..."

Ted nods against you, the tendril over his forehead bouncing.

"Yeah, sugar, me too... let it happen, baby," he comforts, and you arch your back and the angle moves, his hands quickly running down your breasts and waist and hips.

"I'm so damn lucky," he says, looking down at you, your head thrown back in pleasure.

When he hovers over you again, you bring your lips to his, and the roll of his tongue against yours, his breath shared with you...that does it...

"Oh God, oh God!" you pant, your body shaking as the climax comes through you, your breathing tight in your stomach as the pleasure mounts.

"Yeah, yeah, I feel you, darlin'. Keep goin'. Keep goin'. Almost there..."

Your fingernails clutch his back and the stinging pain is pleasurable, sending his hips moving faster in and out of you, and then...

You wrap your legs around him as he clutches you and fills you, moaning your name in your ear, both of your bodies shaking. When the movement stops, you breathe together, your bodies a little slick with sweat. He kisses your neck and cheek sweetly, and you kiss his lips the same.

"I love you," you offer, gazing into his eyes, making him smile. He cups your face. "I love you, too. So much."

When he moves away from you, he returns with a washcloth to clean you up, and you smile at the warm softness of his touch. He crawls into bed and curls you into his chest.

"So are you keepin' this one?" Ted asks, and you look down at the wrinkles and the small drips of his sweat on the satin.

"I think I have to," you laugh. "It's a good thing we both like it."

Ted chuckles, the low sound against your ear where you lay on his chest.

"Oh yeah, I can say that one's a success."

"Maybe I'll do another haul...of just these..."

Ted closes his eyes and moans a little.

"We can test 'em all."

"Well, it needs your stamp of approval for sure," you offer, kissing him as his hand runs down your back again.

"Sugar, anything you wear has my stamp of approval."

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WOOOOO! Monday Smutday? Why not. I love how Ted would be such a cheerleader. He honestly would find no flaws in anything you try on. But lingerie haul? He's a perfect test subject. Hahaaa! Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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howlingday · 2 months

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So idea I got from Milo Murphy's Law episode Sercets and Pies.(One of the character zach was part of a lumberjack themed boyband) What if Jaune in his pre-teen and early teens was part of a boy band? The theming could anything. It be funny if it got his band popular at Beacon and he had a bunch of fangirls later.(Jeaulous Pyrrha or Nora since I know you like Nora's Arc)

Woman: FOUR JS! I HAVE YOUR WRIST BANDS!

Jaune: No way...

John: Over here!

Jaune: John?!

John: Oh, hey, Jaune!

Jaune: What are you guys doing here? It's great to see you, Joan, Jean, and Jorge here!

John: Actually, they changed their names to John.

Jaune: Oh, uh, hi, Johns. How you guys doing?

Johns: FINE.

John: So, you competing today?

Jaune: Kinda, I guess? I mean, it's just a gig for us.

John: That's great. I admire stiff competition.

Jaune: Uh, no, we're not really looking to win.

John: I hear ya, dude! I'm digging the rivalry!

Jaune: Oh, no. No rivalry here.

John: Ah, a little reverse psych, right?

Jaune: What- No! I'm not- Forget it. How have you guys been?

John: Great! We've got a new album, a couple music videos, and a set of action figures with glow-in-the-dark Js! It's our theme. How have you been?

Jaune: Pretty good. Got to Beacon, became team leader, made some friends.

John: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear how hard it's been for you.

Jaune: What? No, no. Nothing hard about me.

John: That's it! Let those hard times fuel you!

Jaune: ...Y'know what? I gotta get back to my team.

John: Don't beat yourself up too bad. Second place isn't too bad for an amateur musician.

Jaune: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! (Storms off)

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Jaune: It all started... nine years ago- ago- ago- ago.

Ren: ...Sorry. I had the reverb on.

Jaune: It all started nine years ago.

Jaune: The Five Js were on top. We toured shopping districts, farmers markets, dust stations, everywhere we could in our Valtralasgeriecuo home. We sang together, we danced together-

Nora: You wore Js on your chest together!

Jaune: Pretty much.

Pyrrha: So how did it end?

Jaune: Not great. When I left, they didn't have it in them to say Good-bye... So they said, "See you later" instead. And now, they all changed their names to John!

Ren: Why is that an issue?

Jaune: When I was in charge, I didn't make them change their names to Jaune!

Pyrrha: Did you want them to?

Jaune: No, but that's not the point! We need to step up our game!

Nora: But I thought you said we should just relax and... something... I dunno, there was a squirrel and I got distracted.

Jaune: Well, we need to crack down! Nora, pick up those drumsticks! Pyrrha, pick up that triangle!

Pyrrha: Okay, but I'm not taking your first name.

Jaune: And Ren, those funky beats won't play themselves!

Ren: Actually, with this automatic function on speaker system, they can-

Jaune: Tell me later! We gotta focus!

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Jaune: Do you have any secrets?

Nora: Actually, I do! See, this isn't my real face. You see, I'm really... A ROBOT!

Jaune: (Runs away with Pyrrha)

Nora: (Chasing them) I AM A ROBOT! I AM A ROBOT!

Nora: Jaune?

Jaune: Huh? What?

Nora: You were zoned out for a second. Don't you want to hear me secret?

Jaune: Yeah, you said it wasn't your real face?

Nora: Yeah. See, my real face is... A ROBOT!

Pyrrha: (Runs away with Jaune)

Nora: (Chasing them) I AM A ROBOT! I AM A ROBOT!

Pyrrha: Nora? Nora!

Nora: Oh! Sorry! I was distracted again.

Jaune: So what's your big secret? What did you mean by that this wasn't your real face.

Nora: Oh, I meant this! (Pops out glass eye) I lost my eye playing with a Beowolf.

Pyrrha: Ooh~!

Jaune: (Runs away in terror, Slams into door)

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Pyrrha: (Tears through Vale on Bumblebee)

Pyrrha: (Jumps thru Dragonslayer billboard)

Nora: ...Wow, that's some cool 3D.

#rwby #milo murphy's law #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #nora valkyrie

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witchofthesouls · 7 months

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Would Tarn every admit to imprinting on carrier? Like “Well of course we are married—*goes into some long speech about family and sparkling dynamics that some how includes megatron*” or is it just a silent agree between everyone that yeah these two are together but we just gonna poke around that.

That Idiot Sandwich didn't even know he imprinted. Tarn is a mech of extremes, so he's an overachiever to the max.

Nickel and Kaon formed a powerful blockade against Vos' machinations to convert Tarn to his tastes in the berth.

Shoot, because Kaon's dreams of a wedding gets dashed since Tarn isn't getting a clue, he puts in the paperwork of a bonded couple by witnessed Conjunx Ritus.

Tarn helps out with your carriage, and you debrided the active infection on his face. It fits the Acts enough.

It gets approved. By who? No one knows, but everyone starts talking because it's Tarn. That Tarn. As in Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. Y'know, Megatron's biggest fan-boy?

That Tarn got married?! To a living mech!? Really!?!?

Of course, no one knows until the DJD starts coming across other Decepticons that's just going, "Congratulations! I think..."

Tarn misunderstands them as a picking up duties necessary to the Decepticon cause and its roots.

Other Decepticons: Holy shit, this slagger reproduced-

Now, there are so many rumors going around with about Tarn's never seen bonded. Like buckwild rumors like "Megatron gave Tarn a defective clone" and "It has to be an Autobot trap" and "What if High Command ordered him to check if his abilities could be passed or negated?"

And then it devolves into what kind of crazy, horrifying Pits of tortured debauchery or witchcraft is his bonded capable of. Like, who the hell would pledge loyalty to such a mech!?

Meanwhile, you're in the ship trying to coax the guy into a different position because your knees and thighs are too exhausted.

#ask #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #tarn #reader insert #cybertronian!reader #nickel #kaon #pregnancy #bitlets #sparklings #the donor clause au #cybertronian culture #maccadam #my writing #its a massive game of telephone based on misunderstandings

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aalyssah · 8 months

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Here To Stay

Pairing: Shayna Baszler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Mentions of Homophobic Fan.

Word Count: 1,364

Summary: During a meet and greet you come across a homophobic fan, causing your girlfriend to step in and put the fan in his place.

A/N: Anyone got any requests? My brain is kinda slow rn, and it would help! Hope You Enjoy!

You smiled in the car as Shayna drove you to the arena.

Today you both were heading to a meet and greet, and it was your first ever! You've planned this day for the past 2 weeks and it's finally here.

Shayna parked the car before taking a deep breath. "You ready for this?" You smiled nodding your head. "Yeah I can't wait to meet all the fans, sign papers, and titles and-" Shayna covered your mouth, forcing you to stop your ramble.

“Okay, okay, I know. You've been telling me all about it for 2 weeks now." She uncovered your mouth and got out the car, going to get some stuff. You both walked through the empty arena, going to the room where the meet and greet will take place.

In the room there were many other WWE Superstars that stood there. Shayna picked a table and set your stuff up. "You gonna be okay over here?" You took a seat. "Yeah, I'll text you if I need anything."

She quickly placed a kiss on your forehead. "I'll be over there." She pointed to a table a little to the right of you. You watched as she went to sit down, getting some posters of herself out.

A couple of minutes later, the flood started. Fans of many ages came through the doors, kids running around, adults looking at wrestlers like they are their idols.

The first person at your stand was a little boy. "Hi!" The boy looked at you shocked, expression then changing of happiness. He squealed and jumped up and down when you reached a shirt out with your signature on it. The parents asked if they could take a picture which you happily did.

Those fans left satisfied, another round coming through.

That's basically how the small portion of your evening went until you looked up and made eye contact with a teenage girl.

Her eyes widened as you threw a smile. She pointed to you and with her parents, they got in the medium length lines that formed.

After 6 pictures and signatures, the girl faced you with a smile. "Oh my god, I can't believe I'm actually meeting you!" You quickly stood up and pulled her into a big hug as she cried. “Hey it's okay, don't cry."

You soothingly rubbed her hair. "Wanna take a picture?" She nodded her head, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

You both stood by each other with a smile as the Mom took a picture. "Honey, I'm going to the bathroom." You heard the Mom say as she left. You talked to the girl for a while until she decided to leave and go meet someone else. "You're so pretty, thank you." You waved at the girl with a little laugh.

You looked back up to see the Dad still standing there. "Uh, Sir, would you like a picture or autograph?" The man licked his lips, looking at you up and down. "Good god you look hot."

You were taken back by his words. “Excuse me?" The man ignored you. "My daughter was right. You are hot." You sucked in a breath, wondering if you should call someone over. "Sir, you can either have a picture, autograph, or both. Other than that, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

The man didn't seem to care as he stared at you. "You got a man?" You chuckled, pushing your hair back. "No sir." A smile creeped on the man’s face, but you stopped him before he could say what he thought. "I'm lesbian, and do have a girlfriend."

You were sure the man could see his brain by the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Oh, you're one of 'those'." You looked at him with an offensive expression. "What's that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrow was cocked up, waiting for him to continue.

"Y'know what I mean, don't play dumb sweetheart." You cringed at the little nickname. "You're way to pretty to be gay." You gave him a questioning look. "What do you mean I'm too pretty to be into girls?”

Before he could speak his wife called out, he gave you one last look. "See you soon darlin'." The man retreated back to his family, still keeping an eye on you.

You were so focused on the man, you didn't see your girlfriend come beside you. "Babe." You jumped, knocking over a cup of pens. "Oh, sorry." She bent down to pick them up, placing them back on the desk.

"You okay?" You nodded your head. "How's it going over here? Meet any cool fans?" You stayed silent for a couple of seconds. “Yeah.” Shayna gave you a suspicious look, but brushed it off. “Okay, I’ll be back to check on you.” She walked away back to her station.

For about an hour, fans filled the room, meeting their favorite wrestlers. You waved at a small fan, looking up to see who was next. “Hey pretty girl. Missed me?” You rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice.

“Sir, I’m lesbian and not interested. I already told you.” The man seemed to ignore your words, inching closer. “Oh, I know, but I could make you straight. Make you straighter than a line.”

You tried to hold back a laugh at his attempt at his pick up line. “Sir, I don’t want you. I’m taken and into girls, so if you don’t stop bothering me, I’m gonna call security on you.”

The man smirked, not believing you. “You wouldn’t.” You raised your eyebrow with a challenging smile. “Security!”

Security came and grabbed the man, kicking him out. You gave a taunting wave as he was dragged out, missing the way his eyes darkened in anger.

The meet and greet was closing up, wrestlers cleaning up their area. Shayna was already packed up and was helping you clean your station up. “Baby, before we go, imma go to the bathroom." Shayna let you go, packing up the rest of your table.

You walked down the hall to the bathroom, going in to do your business. You washed your hands and started to walk out. As you turned the corner, your mouth was covered and you were yanked back into a chest.

You squirmed in the hold, trying to escape whoever it was. “Stop moving!” You recognized that voice from earlier. It was the same creepy man from earlier. He somehow managed to sneak back in without being seen.

You bit down on his hand, a scream of pain coming from him. “HELP, HELP!” You screamed, hoping someone heard you.

Superstars could hear your yelling as Shayna got up fast, peeking her head out the hallway. She felt her body grow stiff at the sight of you pinned to the wall and that same man from earlier, kissing your face.

She ran down the hall, almost spearing him to the ground, putting him in a headlock. The man screamed out in pain, attempting to loosen her hold, but Shayna's a former MMA fighter. She knows how to keep her holds tight. "Go Y/n. Go get security." It took you a second before you ran, calling out for security.

With the words from Triple H, security held the man until the cops came. The man was charged for sexual assault and got 10 months in jail, considering this wasn't the first time he's been arrested for this.

You were standing outside, the wind blowing on you as the cops packed the man away after questioning. Shayna stood by your side, holding your hand.

You both were left alone, you shoving your face in her chest. "I was so scared!" You cried out, Shayna's arms wrapping around your scared form.

She rubbed soothing circles, trying to calm you down. "It's okay, alright, calm down, I'm here." Your cries died down as she helped you sit down on a nearby bench.

You rested your head on her shoulder. "Thank you for saving me." Shayna shook her head. “Baby there's no need to thank me. I'm your girlfriend. I'm here to stay, I'm always gonna protect you."

#shayna baszler #shayna baszler angst #shayna baszler fluff #shayna baszler imagine #shayna baszler x reader #wwe fluff #wrestling fluff #wwe smut

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Love your young vets au

I’d love your thoughts on how they settle into their daily routine as a new couple once they’re discharged and home; introducing each other to their families as husbands, finding a place together, Bucky wanting to take Buck on a first official date (when they realise they haven’t actually done that yet), figuring out how to live a life together outside of the routine of the army and adjusting to that 💜 basically the sweet coupley stuff they experience alongside managing poor Bucky’s PTSD

ahhh yes yes! first off bc i feel like everyone that writes post war stuff kinda spins the wheel on where they send the boys- my plopping them in sheridan came from that being where real buck cleven was living by the end of his life. in au land i’ve decided that’s where his sister lives too and some other people he knew before he enlisted.

i think they stop and see bucky's family is wisconsin before they go to wyoming. so they dont technically have their marriage on paper yet, but bucky tells his family they're planning on doing it when they're home and introduces gale as his husband anyways. still formulating all my thoughts on bucky's family- but i think at least his mom just adores gale. she knows bucky can be quite the loose canon and worries about him- so when bucky wrote about him it did her heart good to know he had someone watching out for him. and in person it just multiples because she sees the way gale looks at him, puts his hand on his back, checks in with him etc etc. knows her baby is in good hands <3

gale’s sister wants to beat his ass for the whole ‘we got a marriage license the literal second we got home, we’ll have a wedding eventually buttt’ thing LOL. loves her brother, thinks bucky is perfectly nice (and already knew about him from calls/letters etc) but she’s just a girl. her brother getting married without telling her even if just on paper is a mortal sin /j. his mama feels the same way a little- though with less baby sister theatrics. bucky is a sweet boy. they can’t stay mad that long. in my mind he's no contact with his dad...though it would be interesting to think about him finding out via word of mouth and there being some drama there.

in my head they maybe stay with his sister while they’re looking for a house? this is before bucky’s ptsd gets really bad so there’s no Incidents or anything and she’s happy to have them there. thinks bucky is cute- who wouldn’t!

this is the house they end up in my mind- at least the first one pre: josie. though i think they maybe do some renos and rip out the shower to put a tub in. it’s small- but it’s just very Them. cozy and homey.

they're such sweetie pie doofs on their first real date. bucky realllllyyy leans into the 'first date' thing because he likes that it makes gale get all red. makes him wait inside while he gets his car and drives in a circle around the block to come 'pick him up'...who is bucky really if he is not his theatrics y'know? but they're so sweet getting all dressed up and having a nice dinner together. (bucky ribs him later- later- about how he didn't seem like the type to put out on the first date)

before bucky's shit really hits the fan he truly is just so happy to be home with his gale. gale falls asleep first most nights and he loves just watching him sleep, stroking his face, lightly scratching his hair. and same vs verse with gale normally being the first one awake. watching bucky sleeping in the morning light of their bedroom makes his heart so content. that's his darling boy (,:

#young vets au

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Brahms Heelshire with do you write bigender reader he/they? Like reader is super strong and can easily pick up he's boy. Like he weighs nothing to reader, like the doll. Reader easily batheds and takes car of him. Brahms is overwhelmed because for the first time he truly feels loved and taken care of. Reader slowly reintegrates him and they live like a couple. Tho Brahms still child like at least he's happy and not alone anymore more (sorry about my English. thanks)

Bath Time (Brahms Heelshire x Bigender! Reader)

Brahms doesn't want to leave the bath.

When you sent this I immediately thought of this lil drabble! I hope it still fits to what you wanted, I thought it was cute at least ♡

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Brahms huffed as the sound of the water returning back into the drains echoes around the bathroom. Wet clumps of hair cover his old scars as he watched his boyfriend get his mask from the counter. "Brahms, bath time is over. You need to get out." You gently handed him his mask, but he simply turned his head away from you. "Honey, you'll get cold if you stay in there. I'll let you wear one of my sweaters if you get out," You coo and offer up the mask again, though once more you're shut down by the shake of his head.

This time with an added "hmph."

You set his mask back down on the bathroom counter and squat to his eye level. "Why do you want to stay in here? I know how much you like to wear my sweaters, I can even make us some tea and I'll read to you." You coaxed, laying your promises on thick. While you were able to make your lover's cheeks turn pink and consider it, he still crossed his arms.

"Alright, you leave me no choice," You stood up and stretched. Brahms failed to stifle a giggle as you picked him up with ease. His arms were wrapped around your neck as you carried him bridal style. You looked down to see Brahms smiling, shuffling into the comfort of your big arms. His eyes gleamed mischievously and you could only sigh. "You're a big baby, y'know that?"

Brahms rolled his eyes and tilted your head down so his lips can meet your own. "I need to be close to you."

#brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms Heelshire #the boy 2016 x reader #the boy 2016 #slasher x reader #slasher fic #masc reader

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writefinch · 4 months

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FRIENDLY CHAT

Hey! Sorry to pull you in here before your break, we just need a quick chat. So, long story short, uh, a customer complained that you point-blank offered him a condom.

This isn't the first time. You know it's against company policy. You're only supposed to get them if the customer requests it first. Like, you're not even supposed to have them on display. I know that part is stupid, but if the regional manager checks the tapes and sees condom bowls in plain view, I'd still get written up.

No, no, absolutely not, I'm not going to write you up. I don't think it's necessary and you know it goes totally against my management style. I want to talk through your concerns.

I wanna remind you that we take all the recommended industry-standard precautions. In fact we go above them! First off, you're fully vaxxed, and that's the end of ninety percent of things to worry about, period. You've got an IUD on the company health plan, even though your T-shots probably suppress it. The customers get a physical screen in the waiting area. All us boys and girlies get tested every three weeks, twice as frequent as the industry standard.

That's already extensive, it makes you safer than the vast majority of people in our line of work. If we did any more, customers will get the wrong idea. They'll think we're an unclean brothel with unclean customers. It'd remind them too much of all the you-know-what from the past few years.

Yes, you're not wrong about that. Breakthrough infections happen, and people get sick. But you know what I'm gonna say? You're very robust, you know that? You've been here for what, eighteen months, you've been pulling long hours and beacoup extra shifts and you've barely caught a sniffle. The testosterone must be helping!

Now you might not stay this lucky forever, that's why we have six paid sick days and a flexible admin rota. Usually when you catch something it'll be a mild itch and trouble peeing. You won't even wanna rest, and yeah you won't get the full rate for paid clients, you can still get paid to do the laundry and the paperwork for a week while it clears up.

Every year I get a couple of colds from my kids and take three or four days off, and every year I always get a VD from one of the clients and spend a week washing sheets and cleaning dildos. You know what that gives me? Two or three days rolled over into vacation time!

Yes, you can get unlucky. You can get a couple of back-to-back infections. I tell every boy and girl who starts here the same thing: before they take out a loan on a new car or move out of their toxic roommate situation, make sure to get two weeks pay in a savings account. Even if you do have to dip into your rainy day fund, you know full well that there's always extra shifts to pick up around here.

Yeah, you can catch something nasty. You can have a bad reaction. We all remember how scary it was before the vaccines were available. But here's the thing: you drive to work, right? You're on the freeway twice a day. Forty-thousand people die every year in car crashes, and tens of thousands more get life-changing injuries. You don't spend every day worrying about that, right?

You just get on with it and live your life.

Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing. You're really special to me, you know that? You're a genuine friend to me, I mean that. We get on really well, all the girls love you, you're a hit with clients and that's why I jumped on this y'know? This job is only as fun as the people here make it, and I don't want to see you written up for something that can be talked out.

Discipline here is so stupid. I'm fucking sick of the owners hassling girls, and boys, out of working here and then crying and bitching when we can't meet customer demand.

I said I'd be out of here as soon as I get my HVAC cert but if they put us all through that again I'll just quit on the spot. That's why I want to look out for you. You've helped me through some really difficult times, on shift and off. I wouldn't have been able to get through junket season without you. I'm serious, if you hadn't joined when you did, there'd be gun laws named after me.

Thanks for listening, and again, I'm sorry for even bringing this stuff up. Just promise you'll keep what I've said in mind? We've all got to look out for each other here.

Hey, once you're back from break, can I have your help with something? I've got a no-refusal client and well, all the other girls refused. What? No I don't want you to take him, c'mon man I'm not gonna let you off a written warning to guilt you into picking up my shit, honestly! No, I'm the supervisor on shift so it's up to me.

Anyway he's not into boys, even pretty ones like you, sorry. But he's a real charmer, so would you mind sticking close in case he starts throwing up or throwing hands? If I have to hit the panic button I think Sergei will throw him out of a window, and nobody needs that headache.

Thanks, I really appreciate it. We'll be in the spa room, so let me know when you're ready to play pool boy…

#stories

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cowgurrrl · 11 months

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Daydream Believer

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: fun June lore when my parents told my family they were pregnant with my youngest brother (a whopping six months after having my sister) my uncle looked at my dad and said, “Do you not have cable or something?” and thus it gets added to the fic

Summary: Daisy seems to know something you don’t

Warnings: talks of periods/pregnancy, fluff, I think that’s it!!

It happens when you're lying on the couch, scrolling on your phone. Sam had just gone down for a nap, and Joel was plunking some music in the home studio when Daisy climbed up on the couch with you. She forced herself between your legs and rested her head on your stomach, sighing heavily once she was comfortable. You smile and drop your phone to look down and pet her big head.

"What's up, Daisy Mae?" You ask as you scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail, steadily thumping against the couch, and bumps her nose against your belly button. You laugh when she does it repeatedly and sit up. "Last time you did that, I was pregnant with Sammy," The speed of her tail picks up at the mention of her favorite little boy. "No, he's not up yet. You guys can play later," She huffs her disapproval before picking her head up and bopping you again. It's not enough to hurt, but it's enough pressure to get your attention. You put your hands under her jaw and look at her in her big blue eyes. "What? What's wrong? Why do you keep doing that?" You ask. She wiggles out of your grasp as if to answer your question and does it again. "There's nothing in there. I don't know what…" You were trying to make a point. You really were until the mental math hit you like a truck. Daisy rests her head in your lap, her tail wagging like she's excited you finally put two and two together.

A million emotions run through you all at once before you and Daisy finally make your way down to the home studio. She pit pats behind you, a big smile on her dopy face as you spot Joel, hunched over his guitar, glasses on his face.

"Hey, Joel?"

"What's up?" He asks from his place on the couch, tuning his guitar.

"What would you say if I told you my period is late?"

"If?" He asks, and you nod, wringing your hands together.

"Total hypothetical." You say, and he eyes you for a second.

"I would ask by how long."

"A week and a half."

"Honey," he breathes as he abandons his guitar and walks over to you. "Are you pregnant?"

"Maybe? I don't know. I haven't taken a test yet," you say, and he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You ready for another baby, Miller?"

"Oh, yeah," he says, a goofy look in his eyes. "I've been ready."

"Sarah and Ellie are gonna think we're nuts."

"There are worse things," he shrugs. "Do you have tests, or do we need to race to the grocery store? Because I'll break all the traffic laws to get you one." He says, and you laugh.

"No, I think I've got some upstairs. Wanna take a break?"

"For you? Always."

Together, you walk upstairs to your shared bathroom and fish out a box of pink dye tests from under your sink. Joel is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, and it takes everything in you not to remind him that you don't know anything for sure yet. You decide to let him have it while he still can. You take two and rest them on the top of your vanity, you and Joel watching the test work its magic. It takes a few seconds for two harsh, dark pink lines to show up on each test, and you gasp, looking at Joel.

"Holy shit, that was fast." You say, picking one of the tests up and staring at it like your eyes are deceiving you.

"You said your period is a week and a half late?" Joel asks, and you nod. "Are you sure you didn't skip last month?"

"Pretty sure. I just can't believe they showed up so fast."

"And they're so dark," he says. "Damn, you're really knocked up!" Joel raises his hand for a high-five, and you laugh, meeting him halfway.

"Y'know, most couples kiss when they find out they're pregnant."

"I can do that, too." He says, pulling you flush against him and kissing you. You smile when you feel his thumbs rub against your stomach over your shirt, suddenly aware of the life growing under your heart.

"We're gonna have another baby." You breathe against him, and he nods.

"We're gonna have another baby."

"Your mom is gonna be ecstatic." You say, remembering when you told Lucia you were pregnant with Sam and how excited she got.

"And my dad is probably gonna ask us if we don't have cable considering how this is the second time you've been pregnant in the past four years." He says, and you laugh together. You plan to call your OB first thing in the morning to make an appointment to see just how far along you are. The lines should not have been that dark that fast if you're only a few weeks pregnant. Something about it worries you, but you can't stress when Joel rests a hand on your stomach and tells you how much he loves you. Regardless of what your doctor tells you at your first appointment, you know it'll be okay as long as you have your family by your side. But for now, you'll just sit with your and Joel's newest little secret and bask in the beauty of watching the love of your life become a father again.

#one for the money two for the show #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader #rockstar!joel miller #dad!joel miller #the last of us au #tlou au #the last of us fluff

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scoops-stevie-archive · 2 years

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take this as a little practice run for finding the right voices for this group. takes place in '88-'89, roughly, with an outsider pov.

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Corroded Coffin plays a gig at some dive bar outside Chicago and Steve, Robin and Nancy are there sitting at the bar. The show starts and the whole time Steve watches Eddie with stars in his eyes, like his boyfriend just hung the goddamn moon for him. Nancy and Robin are used to it so they're not paying attention but the bartender, Jack, looks at him with pity, thinking he's another fan who thinks he has a real shot with someone in the band. After the second set and with Steve still laser focused on the stage, he's got to be the one to unfortunately shatter the little bubble he's living in. Jack sets a glass of whiskey down in front of him, startling him a bit.

"Look, kid," he says. "I've worked here a while, seen bands come and go in this place and there's always a couple of guys who have the same exact look as you do."

The boy tilts his head, confused.

"All starry eyed and hopeful, thinking that they're gonna be the one that makes it back to the bus."

The kid has half the sense to at least look a little embarrassed, but he shakes his head. "Nah, man. It's not like that, believe me."

Jack rolls his eyes. "I've been watching you for a while, kid, you're not exactly slick. There's been enough people come crawling back here with their tails between their legs because their fantasies were busted by guys like that."

He points to the stage where Eddie is doing his bit with Jeff, both singing into one mic and Eddie presses a sloppy kiss to his cheek before moving back to his spot. Steve holds back his grin as the audience gets louder. Robin and Nancy go absolutely wild in front of him, having moved closer when the band stepped onstage.

Jack sighs and picks up the rag he was using to wipe down the counter. "I'm just trying to look out for you." He points to the glass. "That's on the house, by the way."

Steve is still a little confused by the interaction, watching Jack for a second before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. Eddie catches his eye and puckers his lips in a kiss, and Steve doesn't hold back his grin, putting two fingers in his mouth and whistling. Eddie laughs.

By the end of the show, Eddie is covered in sweat and amped up with adrenaline, grinning from ear to ear as they thank the crowd and the bar for having them. They help the roadies pack up their instruments and gear into the trailer hitched onto the back of Eddie's van before cleaning themselves up to join the crowd. Jeff and Gareth are the first ones out of the green room and immediately make a beeline for the bar, only stopping for a few autographs and to chat with fans. The band knew the three of them would be there and they looked forward to having their own little corner to themselves for the rest of the night.

Jack gives Steve a raised eyebrow when they walk up and Robin gushes about how good they were. The don't say I didn't warn you goes unsaid. Steve shakes his head and launches into the conversation, his back turned toward the stage.

They hear Eddie before they actually see him.

Well, they don't hear Eddie so much as they hear the crowd when he comes out of the hallway leading to the green room. He's changed from his stage outfit into a faded Poison tee and a pair of what Steve knows are his comfy jeans. Ripped at the knees and thighs and almost threadbare. Steve has told him a thousand times to thow them out but the boy's as stubborn as a mule.

Girls and guys alike flock around him like he's the Messiah to get even a fraction of his time and Eddie eats it up eagerly, the attention whore. He signs autograph after autograph and turns offers of going back to random hotels as gently as he can before he can finally break free.

"Y'know, sometimes I think he's the only reason we have fans in the first place," Gareth muses, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Dude's a natural performer."

Eddie finally makes it over to them and, to absolutely no one's surprise (but definitely Jack's), he pulls Steve in for a kiss with one hand on his waist and the other cupping the back of his neck. The others groan and Steve giggles a delighted "baby" into Eddie's mouth when he starts to get a little handsy.

Eddie pulls away with one last peck. "Sorry, sweetheart, you know how I get when I see you in my clothes."

Steve raises an eyebrow. "Really? Robin's wearing your shirt, too, and I don't see you making out with her," he teases.

Robin gags and Eddie gives her a mock apologetic look over Steve's shoulder. "Sorry, Buckley, but I think it's best if we see other people. You know how it goes, it's not you, it's me, yada yada."

"I completely agree, Munson," Robin nods seriously.

Steve taps his palm on Eddie's chest. "Before I forget, I was given instructions to tell you that when we get back to Hawkins tomorrow, you have to call Henderson immediately. He's missed his dad, so your place will probably be filled with kids the whole day."

"And what if we wanted to stay in Chicago an extra day?" Gareth asks, even though he knows they won't. "See the sights and all that bullshit."

Nancy scoffs. "Are you kidding? Your mom clocked us as soon as we walked in and said that she's proud of you, but she wants to go home."

Steve laughs as Gareth puts a hand over his heart. "Wounded by my own mother! The betrayal!"

Eddie shakes his head. "And does Henderson remember we've been on the road for three weeks? I get back to Hawkins, I'm not leaving my trailer for a week. He can have some patience."

"Patience? These kids?" Robin laughs. "They wouldn't know patience if it bit them in the ass."

From the conversation that Jack is trying oh so hard not to eavesdrop on, he picks up that they're all friends and have known each other for a considerable amount of time. High school, maybe? And going by the way the band's guitarist swooped in and planted one on the kid, they've been together for a while also. So, not a wannabe groupie. Just a lovesick boyfriend. Jack can understand that. He can also see, now, the matching guitar pick necklaces they're wearing.

Eventually, the group decides to call it a night.

"By the way," the kid, Steve, says to him, slapping cash on the counter. His arm is around Eddie's waist and Eddie's is around his shoulder. He throws him a wink before turning to leave. "It's a van, not a bus."

#steddie #the fruity four #eddie munson #steve harrington #gay eddie munson #stranger things #corroded coffin #god bless steddie for breaking my writer's block #also robin totally pulled her shirt from eddie's clothesline that morning #eddie has officially graduated to dingus status and steve has never been more proud #jeff and gareth are affectionately known as dumbass 1 and dumbass 2 #and yes. they fight over who is no 1 #cj writes #cj talks

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loveharlow · 2 years

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SIX - BREAKEVEN

CHAPTER SYNOPSIS; [2.9k] With Y/N and JJ officially at odds with one another, they both turn to the group for help. Even with Pope's expert advice and Kie's semi-words of wisdom, there's no reconciliation for these two in the cards. Not today, at least.

CHAPTER WARNING(S); swearing, mutual pining, mild angst, arguing (more like bickering at this point), lowkey childish behavior, Pope being a voice of reason (love him), Not gonna lie: this chapters actually focuses more on the group talking about JJ and Y/N than them talking themselves because, y'know... probably the most boring chapter, I hated writing this but ✨story development✨:(

A/N; TWO CHAPTERS LEFT !! Ik this took me almost a month to get out and for that I apologize but I've been having the time of my life recently and really getting back out and being social again. I'd never leave y'all behind tho xo.

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JJ AND THE GUYS WERE CURRENTLY WALKING TO THE GAS STATION TO GET SNACKS AND SODAS. Plus, some painkillers for the girls sitting around with headaches. It was 96 degrees out and the sun granted no mercy on the guys.

“And why didn’t we just drive again?”

“Because,” Pope started, clicking off his phone and shoving it in the pocket of his shorts and turning to John B. “It’s only 2 blocks away. We’d be wasting gas. And plus, no one told you to wear those hot ass sweatpants.”

John B flipped the boy off and continued walking, now walking closer to JJ as if to tell Pope to ‘fuck off’. JJ had been uncharacteristically reserved for the duration of the walk. John B, noticing this, nudged the blonde’s shoulder and lifted an eyebrow at him. “You good?”

JJ looked at the boy blankly and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

The gas station was coming into view. The bright sign, that you could barely tell was lit from how bright it was outside, now in their line of vision.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain jealous outburst you had at the club last night, would it?” Pope added skittishly, although still holding some air of seriousness.

JJ shot him a deadly glare before speaking. “No.”

“No?” John B spoke up playfully, paying no mind to JJ’s obvious annoyance at the reminder of his actions. “‘Cause you’ve been all quiet since last night. Y’know, when you drug Y/N out of the club-”

“I did not drag her-”

“You…kind of did.” Pope added.

“I-She was drunk and flirting with some pervy asshole.”

“It looked like she was into it, man.” The brunette, sweatpants wearing boy butted in.

JJ scoffed under his breath as the group of men entered the corner store, bell chiming above their heads and the cashier offering a kind wave. Going to the fridges where the drinks were stored, Pope spoke up once more as John B scavenged for beverages.

“I think you should just tell her how you feel. Like, straight up.”

“What difference would it make? After this summer, she’s going off to college.”

“So is Sarah.” JB chimed in, holding drinks in his hands and under his arms. “Doesn’t Y/n drink those fancy lemonades in the glass bottles?” He asked, veering off topic for a moment as he looked into the chilled fridge.

“Yeah. But get the blue one. She doesn’t like the pink one.” JJ answered him absentmindedly. Unbeknownst to JJ, John B and Pope shared a smirk with one another. Closing the door with a swift chill brushing past them, the boys continued into the aisles for snacks and any pain killers they may come by.

“Y’know, long distance is a thing.” John B tried, circling back to their original topic of conversation.

“Actually, statistically, long distance couples-” Pope stopped mid-sentence when the bandana wearing brunette shot him a pointed glare. Muttering a 'never mind' and picking up a small bottle of Tylenol’s for the hungover girls back home, Pope let his sentence die in the back of his throat.

JJ was turned toward a shelf as he spoke, plucking up bags of chips and candy bars. “Either way, it’s not the same. You and Sarah are together. Me and Y/N are... not.” He spoke, almost unsure of his own words. “Plus, even if I wanted to, she’s pissed at me. Like, when she punched Rafe in the face level pissed.”

JJ hadn’t given the boys the full scoop on his situation with the girl at hand but he’d spilled a couple of times. Were they aware that they kissed? No. Did they know that the blonde was helplessly in love with a girl who was helplessly in love with him? Of course.

Letting out a harsh sigh that sounded somewhat like a groan. Pope, turned to face him, stopping in his path to the register. Pope was teetering the edge of utter annoyance. “Can you really blame her? I mean, you treat her like she’s your wife of ten years one day and then, the next you’re actively avoiding her.”

“I know. Okay? I know.” JJ whined, running a hand down his face as the bags and wrapped-candies crinkled under his arm.

“If you know then grow up, talk to her, and fix it. And I don’t mean some bullshit apology. I mean talk to her honestly.”

“Oooh, Pope giving girl advice?” John B instigated, prompting Pope to snatch some of the bottled drinks from him and place them on the counter in front of the waiting cashier along with the other items.

“Shut up and give me your wallet.” The boy muttered.

As Pope paid for the snacks, with John B’s money, JJ stood back stuck in his own thoughts. Maybe Pope’s right? No. No, he’s not. If I make a move, a real move, it would just hurt both of us. But I guess I’ve already done that. So, maybe he is right?

“MY HEAD IS KILLING ME.” Sarah groaned from her position on the couch, curled up with her knees to her chest in one of John B’s hoodies and a pair of shorts. Hood over her head while strands of hair framed her face messily. Kiara was right next to her, a blanket over her as she dozed off, barely being awake to begin with. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun that was falling to the side.

I was also under the blanket, Kie and I’s feet intertwined for warmth as I was tucked under her arm with my head on her chest. I had on some oversized band tee that reached a little past mid-thigh, a pair of underwear and socks. Luckily for me, and unlike Sarah, my head was just fine.

However, every couple minutes, a wave of nausea would pass through me with no vomit. I didn’t know if it was a blessing or curse that my stomach was playing pranks on me. I didn’t know if I needed to throw up the entire contents of my stomach or eat everything in sight.

“The guys should be back soon.” Kie mumbled with her eyes half-closed, shifting her weight a bit.

“How soon is soon?” Sarah whined, pulling the strings on her hoodie to close the hood in on her face tighter.

“It was your idea to go out, mind you.” I reprimanded the whiney blonde. This drew out a child-like groan from her as she swayed on the couch cushions.

“I know~”

“Speaking of-” Kie perked up slightly, voice raspy while shifting her gaze to look down at me. “What happened last night? JJ practically drug you out of there and he looked pissed.”

I rolled my eyes as my stomach turned at the mention of the events of last night, and partially because of the alcohol passing through me from that same night. “Don’t remind me.”

Sarah peeked out of her scrunched hood and added her thoughts. “What did he say though? Because I did notice you two didn’t talk before the guys left out this morning.”

Shrugging and sitting up, I met Sarah’s eyes. “I don't remember much. He said something about me being drunk and kissing strangers, blah blah, I don’t fucking know, man.” I spoke irritatedly, pinching my forehead willing the turning of my stomach to subside.

I was lying a tad bit. I remembered the argument and almost everything that was said. But recounting the harsh words spat by me and JJ to each other would only make me sadder. Angrier.

“Sooo, my plan to get your mind off of him actually made it worse. Great.”

I frowned at the guilty girl curled up inside of her boyfriends huge hoodie. “Aw, don’t be like that Sarah. It actually did help up until he showed up. I met a cool guy. Though, who knows if I’ll ever see him again.”

“The hot one in all black that bought you a drink?” I nodded at Kie’s question. “I don’t know...He seemed kind of cocky, don’t you think?”

Rolling my eyes and falling back into the couch. “You’re only saying that because you don’t want me with anyone but JJ.”

“Precisely.” Although I didn’t want to, we all broke out into light laughter that sounded slightly off because of our less than ideal states of well-being. Just then, the front door was heard opening, the house alarm making a beep noise.

“Yo!” John B called out, the sound of the door closing ringing out as smiles broke out on all of our faces and we bolted up from the couch to meet the guys in the kitchen.

On opposites sides of the island, the guys set the plastic bags down as we rummaged through them in no time. Pope extending his hand to give me the Tylenol’s he’d picked up as I let out a triumphant ‘yess’. “I love you, Pope.” I said gratefully, to which I was met with a sheepish shrug and side smile as he fixed his hat.

Then another hand was extending to hand me a blue lemonade that was retrieved from the bags. Looking up to match the tanned hand to a face, it was JJ with an almost hesitant expression riddled on his face.

We hadn’t talked since last night. I remember the argument, parts of it rather. The parts that stung the most. Looking back, I had spilled much more than I ever wanted or intended to. But this didn’t quell any of the anger or truth behind anything I had said last night. Did I feel bad? Of course. JJ has always held a special place in my heart and no matter how angry I am or how much I try to deny it, I’ll always have a soft spot for him.

So him looking at me with these pleading, puppy-dog eyes made me want to let my exterior fall and pull him into the biggest hug this world has ever seen. But I wouldn’t let my resolve crumble so easily. I just couldn’t. Not anymore.

So plastering on a smile, albeit not a believable one, I reached to take the bottle. My fingers brushing over top of his knuckles as I grasped the neck of the bottle and took it from his grasp, him returning my smile with one of his own.

I turned away from his gaze before my emotions got the best of me and made a few steps towards Sarah to share the medication with her. Each of us gulping down a capsule or two.

The others were dividing the snacks among the table and everything was up for grabs really so they looked like children fighting over halloween candy. Sarah and I joining them and getting what we could.

WE REALLY DIDN’T HAVE PLANS FOR TODAY. We decided we didn’t want to spend the whole trip tiring ourselves out and one day to rest wouldn’t hurt, especially for Kie, Sarah, and myself.

We’d actually been sitting around watching some movie series for a couple hours. We were halfway into the second movie when I got up to use the bathroom, leaving Sarah, Kie, and John B in the living whilst JJ and Pope were in the kitchen making more popcorn.

Making my way down the hall and into the small bathroom, I shut the door and did my business. When I was finished, I washed my hands, noting the sweet smell of soap and made a mental note to search for the same scent when we got home.

Just as I was drying my hands, the door that I thought I locked swung open revealing a starstruck blonde man.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t know you were-”

“It’s fine.” I dismissed. “I was done anyways.” Trying to squeeze between him and the doorframe to leave, a hand planted itself upon my shoulder.

“Can we talk?” He said in a hushed whisper. The house was big but not big enough that our friends couldn’t possibly hear us from down the hall if we were loud enough. Letting out a deep sigh, I used my own hand to gently brush his off, a hurt look making home on his face. One I chose to ignore.

“Not right now.” I spoke firmly. I didn’t sense that talking to JJ was going to do any good while I was still reeling from the night before.

I was going to simply turn around and return to our friends and the bag of popcorn whose smell was now wafting through the fairly large space. That was, until I saw JJ’s face quickly contort into an expression of frustrated confusion. His thick eyebrows pinching together, lips parting in unfinished sentences, and head tilting slightly to the left as a hand reached up to mess with his hair.

He took one stride towards me in order to minimize the space between us, leaning down so he could speak lower. “I don’t- You were practically begging me to talk. Now, it’s ‘not right now’. What game are you playing at, Y/N?”

What. The. Fuck.

“I’m sorry?.” I spoke defensively, craning my neck back as my eyebrows rose in shock. Surely he wasn’t talking to me. “Do you hear yourself? I was begging you to talk and I was kicked to the curb each and every time. Now all of sudden, when it’s JJ on the other side of the fence, I’m obligated to listen?” I hissed at him, crossing my arms over my chest as my feet stood shoulder-width apart as I leaned into his gaze. I could feel my lip curl in anger as I spoke. “If anyone is playing a fucking game, it’s you.”

“Well, I’m telling you I’m listening now.” He snarked.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re willing to listen now because I’m not.”

We stared angrily at one another for what felt like hours but what, in reality, couldn’t have been more than ten seconds. Then he was scoffing and going into the bathroom, muttering something under his breath in frustration and closing the door rather loudly behind him.

The swiftness of which he shut it had a gust of wind flying towards me, my shirt and pieces of hair swishing around me for a second as I closed my eyes to calm myself. Shaking my head, I went back to the living room where all of our friends eyes were focused on the screen, unwavering.

Taking my place in between Pope and Kie, she draped the blanket we were sharing back over my legs and I thanked her as Pope held the popcorn bag in my direction so we could share. I didn’t even notice my hands were mildly shaking from the oddly aggressive and confrontational interaction I’d had with JJ until I tried to reach into the bag.

“Are you okay?” Pope questioned lowly with concern swimming in his eyes. I gave him a weak smile and nodded, taking a handful of the popped kernels and eating them from my palm. “Are you sure? You look-”

“I’m okay, Pope. Really. Thank you for asking but I’m fine.” I reassured him. Pope was always looking out for me, for everyone really, and I always held a space of appreciation for his observance and genuine concern in my heart. However, he also knew when to stop pushing.

Maybe it was my shaking hands or stone expression that gave it away but he mumbled an ‘okay’ and dropped it. I could tell he wanted to find out what was wrong but I also had the feeling he already knew.

WE HAD JUST FINISHED UP THE THIRD AND FINAL MOVIE WHEN THE YAWNS BEGAN. “I think I’m gonna call it a night, you guys.” Kie croaked, stretching her arms up and behind her head.

The rest of us mumbling tiredly in agreement. Gathering popcorn bags, candy wrappers and soda cans to throw away while passing the kitchen, we all said goodnight and went our separate ways.

Walking into the room I shared with JJ, I walked into the bathroom to freshen up and change into my sleepwear. By the time I had finished that up, JJ was already settled into the bed, scrolling on his phone.

It was clear as day to see that he was pissed, conflicted or both. But so was I. JJ was getting a taste of his own medicine and honestly? It was about time. Some part of me, regrettably, found some pride in making him feel how I had been feeling for months but never had the guts to show. But the other part of me, the part that wanted to reach out and let this whole thing go, felt like an asshole.

Then I wondered if he ever felt this kind of guilt.

So, climbing into the bed, I didn’t bother to acknowledge him as I plugged in my phone to charge and sat it face-down on the bed-side table. But this odd feeling settled in my stomach, something similar to deep-rooted guilt. So, rolling my eyes because I knew I had crumbled a bit (just a bit), I simply said ‘goodnight’. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't even make a move to face him.

But knowing JJ, I should’ve known it’d be better to not say anything at all.

“So, now you wanna talk?” It was a dig. You could hear it in his voice, the way the condescending tone dripped off of his tongue.

Chuckling darkly and pulling the covers closer to me, I spoke even though my mind was yelling ‘ignore, ignore, ignore’.

“You don’t have to be an ass.”

“Is that a yes?” A sarcastic dig. But still a dig, nonetheless.

Sighing harshly and throwing the covers back, I got up out of the bed and picked up the pillow that was on my side of the bed. I unplugged my charger from the wall and picked up my phone that was still connected to the pink cord.

“Where are you going?”

Turning towards the door and pulling it open, I put my foot outside the door. “Somewhere I can sleep in peace.” And with that, I shut the door behind me, silently praying our friends were already asleep so I could creep to the couch without question.

I’d make up an excuse in the morning but for now, I needed any reason, any reason at all, to be away from JJ.

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