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Chapter 17 - I Ain't Worried

The ending of this chapter was my absolute favorite to write! Me and my Americaness is shining bright in this chapter! I live in Florida for half the year for uni - so I love the state. Logan also needs lots of love and a forehead kiss :D

I'm so sorry for the last chapter, but wait to send me the therapy bills cause the next chapter is gonna be a doozy (I apologize in advance)

Like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and comments are always welcome! Much love

GO AMERICA RAAAWWWWWWW

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“MAAXXX!” 

Max jumped at the sheer volume of your voice. Last he knew, you were all the way at the Williams garage. It wouldn’t be possible for you to possibly be able to scream that far. Yet, you were known to surprise him. 

What he didn’t expect was for you to be dragging one Logan Sargeant by the hand. The latter looked almost…scared? The Dutchman quickly put his data pad down and turned to your direction. By now, you had dropped the American’s hand and was pushing him closer. 

“Just tell him,” you told the blond, who was currently digging his feet in the concrete. Logan only rolled his eyes as Max lifted an eyebrow. He looked between the younger two, waiting for someone to spill the beans. 

You huffed, since Logan was taking too long. 

“Logan here wanted to see if you’d want to join us at the beach after the race today to celebrate points last race. Since there’s really no good beaches in China. ”

A squawk came from the American. “I didn’t want to ask, you did.” 

Now, that could have hurt Max’s feelings, but he really didn’t know the American well enough to be offended. 

The senior Red Bull racer shifted his stance. “Sure. I mean, who’s coming?” 

Finally, Logan spoke up. “Well, right now it’s just us because someone,” he gave you a look, “jumped the gun on the invite. I was going to send a text out.” He put his hands in his pockets and looked down at the ground. 

Max thought for a moment. All you had to say about the American was nothing short than amazing. And for just a second, Max felt pretty bad as he looked at the two of you, who were waiting for an answer. 

He raised his eyebrows. “Sounds like fun!” 

With the way Logan’s head whipped up and the hope in your eyes, Max knew he made the right choice. 

“Perfect,” the William’s driver whispered, not in full belief that THEE Max Verstappen was going to go to the beach with them. 

You playfully punched his arm. “I told you!” you all but whispered as Logan smiled down at you. 

The three of you kind of stood in awkward silence, until you grabbed Logan’s hand once again. “Come on, we got to go find your other half!” 

Logan didn’t get a say in anything else as you dragged him in the other direction, back to the McLaren garage. 

A laugh from behind Max startled him a bit. He looked over his shoulder to find you manager looking fondly at your disappearing figure. Another eyebrow raise silently questioned the man. 

Vito caught his eye and gestured to you. “It’s great to see her making friends. Well, more than just Arthur and Ollie.” 

Max just hummed as he put a hand across his forehead to be able to see through the bright Miami sun. Yes, it was hot and the beach was the last place that he wanted to be after a sweaty race. But, you and Logan seemed so hopeful. He could see Kelly now approving of how he was letting loose a bit. It had been too long since he allowed himself to have fun. 

A ding of his phone had him looking for the rectangular device. He let out a dry laugh as he saw a text from Charles. 

Emotional Support Rival  

I hear the kids have roped you in as well to go to the beach after this? 

Mad Max 

Yep  Couldn’t say no to the puppy eyes  And it’ll be fun to let loose, ya know?  Also, who else is coming 

Emotional Support Rival 

Yeah  And the American kid too  He’s strangely growing on me  Uh, it’s Lando, Oscar, Alex, George, me, Logan, and then the kid 

Mad Max 

Ah, cool  And same  Well, good luck today 

Emotional Support Rival 

Yeah, yeah, yeah  I’ll try to stay out of the gravel  :D 

The emoji made Max shudder as he stared at the little smiley face that you had roped Charles into using more often. He could take it from you, but not from anyone else. 

You suddenly made your way back into the garage, a bit out a breath. 

“You done running everywhere?” Vito questioned, handing you a bottle of water. 

“Yep! Beach trip is a go!” You fist pumped. “I’m so glad I brought my swimsuit.” 

You started to ramble about everything you wanted to do at the beach. A few key words such as “recreation of the beach scene from Top Gun” and how “oddly strange it was that Logan reminded you of Ryan Gosling in the Barbie movie.” Everything just made Max chuckle to himself. 

He was a bit nervous that he wasn’t starting pole today. Charles had just nabbed it out of his grasp. You had surprisingly gotten back up the grid after what happened at Suzuka and then a placing of P7 at Shanghai, your lowest finish yet. 

Shanghai Results 

Max Verstappen – 25 points 

Charles Leclerc – 18 points 

Lewis Hamilton – 15 points 

George Russell – 12 points 

Lando Norris – 11 points 

Oscar Piastri – 8 points 

Y/n L/n – 6 points 

Alex Albon – 4 points 

Logan Sargeant – 2 points 

Carlos Sainz – 1 point 

Fernando Alonso – 0 points 

Daniel Ricciardo – 0 points

Lance Stroll – 0 points

Yuki Tsunoda – 0 points

Pierre Gasly – 0 points

Nico Hulkenberg – 0 points

Zhou Guanyu – 0 points

Esteban Ocon – 0 points

Valtteri Bottas – 0 points

Kevin Magnussen – 0 points

But now you were starting back at the top with him and Charles. 

Starting Grid 

Max Verstappen 

Charles Leclerc 

Y/n L/n 

Oscar Piastri 

Lando Norris 

Logan Sargeant 

Alex Albon 

George Russell 

Carlos Sainz 

Fernando Alonso 

Lewis Hamilton 

Lance Stroll 

Daniel Ricciardo 

Yuki Tsunoda 

Valtteri Bottas 

Pierre Gasly 

Esteban Ocon 

Zhou Guanyu 

Kevin Magnussen 

Nico Hulkenberg 

“Our starting grid looks promising today at the 2024 Miami Grand Prix. Now, the Williams seem strong today as Logan Sargeant qualified his highest position yet. He seems like a man on a mission for a podium. We’re glad to see that Y/n L/n is back up top following her crash back at Suzuka and then a low finish at Shanghai.” 

The camera focused on you in your car, waiting for everyone to flee the scene. You caught the lens and gave a small peace sign, before suddenly becoming embarrassed as you put your visor down. It was finally time for the race as everyone got off the starting line. 

Sure, you could have been even more nervous after your crash, but you had just shrugged everything off and got back to it. 

“We see the drivers in the formation lap now. There goes our race leader Max Verstappen followed by Charles Leclerc. Now the drivers we are going to be focused on today are the Williams drivers, Logan and Alex. We want to see if Sargeant can keep his cool in the hot seat, both figuratively and literally as the temperatures are high today.

“All the drivers are back in their spots and now they patiently wait for those five red lights…

And it’s lights out and away we go at the 2024 Miami Grand Prix. There goes Max Verstappen, already pulling away from the very beginning. Down they go toward the first corner and CHARLES LECERLC GOES OFF THE TRACK! But it seems like he is back on and I’m getting radio of no damage so he’s still in, but what a start. 

“Y/n L/n is up to second with Oscar Piastri now in third with Logan Sargeant who has gained a position. Lando Norris is behind him with the other Williams car making him a Williams sandwich.” 

“Alright Mitch. Can we try to convert this into a win maybe?” You pressed the radio on as you had been called into the pits right behind Max. 

“Ah, that’s a negative kid. Max has been given the priority for this race.” 

“Boooooo. Max is a certified rookie-hater.” 

“Seems like Y/n L/n is not happy with that team call.” David Croft chuckles after listening in on your radio. 

“Who is currently behind me?” You asked as the last lap was nearing. 

Mitch responded. “Piastri is behind, but Sargeant is in DRS to him.” 

When she said that, your heart did a little jump. Secretly, you were hoping that Logan would get the jump on Oscar. (But no one had to know that.) 

With two more laps left, you needed to check in one again as you could see a vehicle catching up. 

“Mitch, status for the car behind me please.” 

“It’s, uh…Is this correct?” You heard her whisper to someone else. 

“Uh Mitch? Priorities please!” Your car jerked around the corner that sent you into the last lap. 

“Sargeant is 2.385 seconds behind you and not gaining. So just get across the finish line.” 

“LOGAN?!” 

“Yes. Logan.” 

You didn’t even realize that you had crossed the finish line. 

“AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? LOGAN SARGEANT CROSSES THE LINE IN A PERSONAL BEST OF A THIRD POSITION! A WILLIAMS IN ON THE PODIUM AND HIS TEAMMATE COMES AFTER HIM TO MAKE IS A 3-4 FOR THE WILLIAMS TEAM!” 

Max crawled out of his car and raised his hands once he was out on the concrete. He turned and expected you to immediately run toward him like the last 1-2, but you never showed up. All he could see was you hunched over…a Williams?

When did that get there? 

“LOGAANNNN!” you yelled down into the cockpit as you were practically in there with the American. 

He batted you away so that he could get out with you. And once he was out, he was glad that he was ready for you as you jumped into his arms. Your helmets clashed as the two of you came together, but you could deal with a concussion later. He gently placed you back on the ground, but was again bulldozed over by his teammate. 

It was at that moment you noticed a Dutch driver standing by himself, a bit dejected. You quickly jogged over and jumped on his back. 

“Maaaaxxxxx, another podium baby!” 

The Dutchman was glad that he had his hands on your legs as you leaned back and almost fell over. 

“Kid are you trying to kill me?” 

“Yes, you rookie-hater. Are you ever going to let me win?” you whined as he let you back down gently so that the two of you could get weighed. 

“There will come a time kid. You have to be patient.” 

Once your helmet was off, he could see your pouted lips. “I don’t want to be patient.” 

Sadly, Arthur was off getting trained for endurance racing and wouldn’t be back to a race until Monaco for Charles’s home race. So, your favorite interviewer was not there after the cooldown room. 

Yet, it was enjoyable due to the blond in the room. The three of you watched the TV and winced as you saw Charles go off the track. 

“Sheesh,” you grimaced. 

Max sighed, “And he said he’d try to stay out of the gravel.” He looked over at Logan. “Nice job on the overtake with Piastri.” 

Logan kind of just stared at him for a moment before coming back to reality. “Thank you. He went a bit wide, and I tried to keep my elbows out." 

You punched him in the side and he let out an oof. “Keep your elbows out my ass. You drove phenomenally.” 

The podium celebration was amazing, but you were looking forward to one thing and one thing only. 

“Alexa, play I Ain’t Worried by One Republic.” 

Sand kicked at your feet as you ran behind Logan as he threw the egg-shaped ball at Oscar. The Aussie may have fumbled a bit, but he was able to run down the long stretch toward the opposite’s goal. 

“Max!” he yelled and threw the ball to the unexpected Dutchman. The ball hit Max’s head and tumbled to the sand. You threw your hands up in frustration. 

“Max!” you groaned. The remaining boys of Lando, Alex, George, and Charles all laughed at your frustration.  

“What! This is not football!” He pointed to the American football in the sand. Charles leaned down to pick it up. Surprisingly, he twirled it well in the air. 

“Technically, it’s American football!” Logan yelled from the other side, where you were standing with your hands on your hips. 

George took the ball from Charles and chucked it to Lando. The Brit should have been looking the other direction, because to him you came out of nowhere and bulldozed him over. 

Logan put his arms up, pretending to be a field goal. “And tackle!” 

The curly-hair boy pretended to spit out sand as you stood, football in hand. 

He looked up at you in amazement. “Where did you learn to tackle like that?” 

You spiraled the ball perfectly back to Logan. “Live in Texas for 5 years. If there’s nothing bigger there than sweet tea and Bucees, it’s football.” 

This time, Oscar was able to get the ball and run all the way to your “end goal.” 

“Touchdown!”

“This was so not Top Gun,” George sighed as he kicked sand. “The shirtless ones always win.” 

“Uh George?” Logan asked, making the taller Brit look up at the other shirtless drivers. You were technically shirtless as you only had your bikini on. 

A bigger sigh left George’s lips. 

“So can we all agree that I’d be Maverik?” 

“Logan, if anyone was Maverik, it’d be me. Y’a know, main character vibes. You can be Rooster.”

“Doesn’t he die?” 

“No silly, that’s Goose in the first one.” 

“Who would I be?” 

“Bob. Oscar, you’d be Bob.” 

Race Results 

Max Verstappen – 25 points 

Y/n L/n – 18 points 

Logan Sargeant – 15 points 

Alex Albon – 12 points 

Charles Leclerc – 11 points 

Lando Norris – 8 points 

Oscar Piastri – 6 points 

Carlos Sainz – 4 points 

Lewis Hamilton – 2 points 

George Russell – 1 point 

Fernando Alonso 

Daniel Ricciardo 

Yuki Tsunoda 

Lance Stroll 

Pierre Gasly 

Zhou Guanyu 

Esteban Ocon 

Valtteri Bottas 

Kevin Magnussen 

Nico Hulkenberg 

Championship Standings 

Max Verstappen – 150 points 

Charles Leclerc – 95 points 

Y/n L/n – 65 points 

Lando Norris – 61 points 

Lewis Hamilton – 49 points 

Oscar Piastri – 45 points 

Carlos Sainz – 33 points 

George Russell – 31 points 

Fernando Alonso – 23 points 

Daniel Ricciardo – 21 points  

Alex Albon – 20 points 

Logan Sargeant – 17 points 

Lance Stroll 

Pierre Gasly 

Yuki Tsunoda 

Zhou Guanyu 

Kevin Magnussen 

Nico Hulkenberg 

Valtteri Bottas 

Esteban Ocon 

Constructors Standings 

Red Bull – 215 points 

Ferrari – 128 points 

McLaren – 106 points 

Mercedes – 80 points 

Williams – 37 points 

Aston Martin - 23 point

Racing Bulls – 21 points 

Alpha Romeo 

Haas

Alpine 

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y/n.89 highway to the DANGA ZONE - podium (with my favorite American and teammate) and some well deserved beach time after

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maxverstappen1 uh I was on the podium too??

y/n.89 we're all tired of you being on the top step charles_leclerc yes, let's have the poor people have a chance landonorris POOR PEOPLE?? YOU MAKE MORE THAN I DO oscarpiastri you're getting paid??

logan2sarg AMERICAN ON THE PODIUM - ONE STEP CLOSER TO FREEDOM RAAAWWRRRR

sargeant_log this post has signaled the Americans

arthurxy/n ARTHUR BACK IN THE LIKES

maxverstappen1 I'm your only teammate??

logansargeant and I'm the only American driver?? y/n.89 oh be quiet

emotional_support_rivals I was thankfully at the beach, and let me tell you - an exact replica of the top gun beach scene

lestappenlove lemme guess...Logan is Maverick? y/n.89 NO HE'S ROOSTER

y/n.nation our girl looking prettyyyy - mystery boy must be keeping her happy

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maxverstappen1 the progression of the day : sun time, burnt time, shade time

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max_fan lobster max is back

kellypiquet did you remember sunscreen?

maxverstappen1 yes y/n.89 no he didn't

lestappenlove max in a bucket hat is something I didn't know I needed

redbullracing should we add umbrellas to the car?

f1_group I wonder who won the football game

y/n.89 Logan, max, oscar, and I won - while Lando, Alex, George and Charles LOST alex_albon it's because somehow you are freakishly good at the sport, Logan grew up playing it, Oscar grew up with Logan and Max just wins everything charles_leclerc Max is a certified everyone-hater

formula1_power this beach trip is my Roman Empire

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logansargeant my job is beach

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L_sarg YEAAAHHHHH PODIUM ON HOME SOIL

l2_fan WTF IS A KILOMETEERRRRRRRRR

y/n.89 your fans scare me just a bit

logansargeant they don't bite y/n.89 YES THEY DO

williamsracing FREEDOOOMMMMM (did we do that correctly?)

formula1_fan Logan on the podium has boosted my morale for living

cota_official can't wait to see you again in October! (maybe top step this time?)

author guuyyyyssssss cota_official sorry... usa4logan HELLO??

oscarpiastri happy for you mate

barbie and what a great job you do at beach Logan

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charles_leclerc beach, please

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sharl16 its the return of the blue filter

cha_cha_red the caption is giving "72 best beach instagram captions to share your vacation fun"

y/n.89 do you have his search history or something? charles_leclerc quiet or I'd have to drop something ferrarifan what do you know

ferrari_failure glad he's having some fun

red_flag the groups' captions hit hard - I'm dying

maxverstappen1 why don't you just say the word??

landonorris cause he's under contract charles_leclerc legally I can't say can't say anything, read my lips y/n.89 why is he crying, and what does that have to do with "pitch perfect" ??

scuderiaferrari remember to use sunscreen!

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alex_albon freedom or whatever

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alobono love the matching Williams tank-tops with Logan

y/n.89 sun or whatever

logansargeant sand or whatever oscarpiastri beach or whatever landonorris the sea or whatever

aa_on_top why he walking like that?

y/n.89 chafing alex_albon SHUT UP georgerussell63 penguin

williamsracing you look great Alex

y/n.89 not williams flirty on the main @.lilymhe they're trying to take your boyfriend lilymhe they can have him :) alex_albon LILY??

fan_of_f1 probably the only one who doesn't need sunscreen

albon_alex23 not Alex getting bullied on HIS post

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landonorris my toes got wet

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lnfournation big stretch

la_la_lando is he napping??

y/n.89 it was all too much for little Lando Norris maxverstappen1 couldn't handle losing at football landonorris I was JUST resting my eyes charles_leclerc suurreeee

ln_4 suns out, tits out too I guess

last_lap_lando are those....weights??

y/n.89 he said it was for the "pump"? idk if he found it tho y/n_nation she is really coming for them all today

mclaren watch out for sharks!

lando_norizz oh to just lie down on the sand and play with my best buds

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oscarpiastri I'm bob

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top_gun_enthusiast f1 & top gun crossover when??

y/n.89 Logan would go nuts - he has a crush on tom cruise logansargeant Y/NNNNNNN oscarpiastri it's true

oscah81 an aussie in his natural habitat

osc_pastry florida?? oscah81 the water??

hoe4oscarpiastri bless George and his shirtless pictures influences

danielricciardo can't believe you didn't invite me????

y/n.89 there was only room for one aussie plus we've already been to the beach together?? carossainz55 it's ok, they forgot me too Daniel landonorris guys be quiet, you're making y/n cry cause now she feels bad charles_leclerc she already cried because she saw a lonely crab DO NOT make it worse

mclaren ice bath thirst traps coming next?

micLaren_bois ahhhh thank you y/n for this content

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georgerussell63 gave out a master class on shirtless posts today

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russellgeorge the king of shirtless pictures has arrived

king_george63 when did George get a jeep?

y/n.89 he didn't, he asked these random guys if he could take a quick picture and ended up breaking the wipers logansargeant it's true, I was there georgerussell62 y/n you do not need to tell all my secrets. do I need to call toto? y/n.89 you don't scare me cause he liked me more than you mercedesamgf1 play nice George - toto

he-just-tUrned-in0-me the second picture is everthing

y/n.89 he ate the sand right after georgerussell63 Y/N!!!! alex_albon you new here? just ignore it

george_at_merc this just ties all of their posts together

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williamsracing podium, points, and some all American football

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logan4freedom GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS

williamspookies GOD BLESS AMERICA y/n.89 AND GENTLEMEN logansargeant START. YOUR. ENGIIINNNEESSSSS alex_albon I am only slightly concerned

f1mia glad to have you all here! until next year RAWWRRRR

charles_leclerc can you please take out the gravel pleaasseeee

b0x_b0x_nightmare this year's podium was so wholesome

best_rookie I knooowww, max with Logan and y/n was a trio I didn't know I needed

tomcruise great job @.logansargeant, glad I got to watch

logansargeant OH MY GOSHHHHHH y/n.89 he just died but can you give miles teller my number please? maxverstappen1 y/n no, you have a boyfriend???? y/n.89 he's the one who told me to ask??????????

box_box_official this weekend will always be on repeat

williams_fan this whole weekend was so wholesome, can't wait for more

author oh, uhhhhh readers what did you do? author get your therapy bills ready?

formula1_fanatic can't wait to see what the rest of the season holds :D

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Tingles and Giggles - Chapter Twelve - Tyler Owens x Reader

Get caught up with Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, and Chapter Eleven! Masterlist :)

Chapter Twelve - Is This Where We Say Goodnight? 

The drive back to the motel was quiet except for the soft melodies coming from the radio. Everything that had happened today was engrained into your mind. From you both having embarrassing moments that morning, you angrily shooting off a firework, the short but passionate kiss shared, and now the peaceful drive while staring at the stars with your hand in his. As much as this cowboy drove you up the wall with his crazy antics, he also buried himself into your heart. 

“Well little lady,” he said softly, just as you both rolled into town which was only lit up by a few street lights and the neon sign for the motel. 

“Hmmm?” You hummed, pulling your gaze from the stars that were slightly fading. 

“Breakfast tomorrow same time?” He asked as he parked next to your truck Lil Blue. 

“I’ll have to check my calendar,” you said in a joking manner. 

“Oh really now?” He asked, squeezing your hand and looking over at you. 

“I should be able to do that though,” you whispered and leaned over to put your elbows on the armrest, being careful not to flip any switches. 

“I would hope so,” he said while putting his hand on your cheek gently and pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

“It’s late tho, we should head up,” you said softly, Tyler leaning closer to you and brushing his nose against yours. 

“Yeah, I know you need your beauty sleep,” he whispered against your lips. 

“I think you need it more than me,” you giggled. 

“Rude,” he said, pressing his lips to yours gently. 

It was a repeat of the first time you kissed, fireworks, tingles, all of it was making your heart beat rapidly. You placed your hand on his chest and slowly slid it to his neck while deepening the kiss ever so slightly, along with taking in everything you could about him. His taste, his smell, his touch; all of it makes you go crazy for him. The feelings you felt while with Tyler and kissing him were emotions you had never felt before. You couldn’t tell if it was because of how addicting he was, or how he treated you like a goddess. 

He slowly pulled away from you with a goofy smile plastered on his face. You smiled back at him, rubbing your nose on his gently. 

He kissed across your cheek to your ear, then whispered, “You’re so intoxicating…”

“I could say the same about you,” you whispered, running your fingers up and through his hair on the back of his head. 

“As much as I could do this forever,” he whispered, kissing your neck softly, “We should go to our rooms.” 

Your breath hitched when his lips connected with your neck as it had been years since someone kissed you there. He chuckled softly, the vibrations going through you and giving you shivers. 

“I know,” you sighed, “Is it okay if we keep this on the down low for a bit until everyone gets used to having me and the two boys on your team?” 

“Whatever you want, honey,” he mumbled against your skin. 

“I’m serious, babe,” you said, slowly pulling away from him even though your heart didn’t want you to, “I don’t want them thinking we’re only joining the team because we’re hooking up or something.” 

“Well, we’re not just hooking up. We’ve only kissed twice so far, and need I be the one to remind you this time,” he said, bringing his eyes to meet yours, “It’s technically our first date.” 

“Don’t use my words against me,” you said, furrowing your eyebrows at him. 

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” He asked, leaning back slightly with a smirk. 

“Open the door myself,” you said, hovering your hand over the door handle causing his eyes to widen a little. 

“Don’t you dare,” he said, scrambling to get his door unlocked after it somehow got locked on the trip back to town.

“Oh, I dare, cowboy,” you said, grabbing ahold of the handle and pulling it open slightly. 

“Oh you little,” he said, finally getting his door open and jogging around to your side of the truck where he pushed your door shut from the two inches it was open. 

“You’re so stubborn,” you laughed softly while getting out of the truck after he opened the door for you, being sure to grab your purse and phone. 

“My aunt says it’s being determined, not stubborn,” he said, shutting the door behind you. 

“Whatever lets you sleep at night,” you said, walking over to the stairs. 

“Now that I know how good you kiss, I don’t know if I’ll be able to,” he said, following behind you. 

“Isn’t it usually the woman losing sleep over a man in normal stereotypes?” You asked, getting your room key out of your purse. 

“We’re anything but normal, darlin’,” he said, leaning against the frame of your door. 

“You act like I don’t know this,” you said, popping the door open and tossing your purse to your bed. 

“Just confirming that you do,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. 

“Is where we say goodnight?” you asked, crossing your arms, “It’s been a while since I’ve done this first date stuff.” 

“Only if you want to, sweetheart,” he said, looking down into your (y/e/c) eyes. You looked back into his greenish-blue ones and smiled. 

“As much as I’ve enjoyed spending the day with you, seven o’clock will come faster than we both think,” you said, patting his chest slightly, “And with it already being past eleven, I’d like to get a little sleep.” 

“So you’re sayin’ JoAnn’s at 7:30?” He asked, a smirk coming to his lips.

“I think I can swing it,” you said, stepping into your room and leaning against the door. 

“Sounds like a date to me,” he said, turning to face you. 

“Goodnight, cowboy,” you said softly, starting to close the door. 

“Goodnight, gorgeous,” he said, starting to back up towards his room next door while getting his keys out of his pocket.

Once you shut the door you grabbed your Tornado Wranglers shirt and a pair of shorts, heading to the bathroom to shower quickly before getting comfy in bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed you looked better now than you did that morning. You smiled and shook your head, tossing the shirt and shorts onto the counter and starting the shower. It was amazing what a lust-filled day can do to someone after the last few weeks of pure chaos. 

You grabbed your phone and opened Spotify, scrolling through your music while you waited for the water to heat up knowing it would be a minute. After scrolling for what felt like forever in your liked songs, you decided on ‘Heart Like A Truck’ by Lainey Wilson and turned it up a little to hear it over the shower. After getting out of your clothes, including Tyler’s flannel that surrounded you in his scent, you stepped into the shower and let the water make its way through your hair and down your body. That was when you realized how sore your body was from all the days of chasing tornadoes and then sitting most of the day. 

“I got a heart like a truck, it’s been drug through the mud,” you sang, grabbing your shampoo bottle, “Runs on dreams and gasoline, and that ole highway holds the key.” 

“It’s got a lead foot down when it’s leaving, Lord knows it’s taken a hell of a beating,” you sang while getting a good lather started in your hair, “A little bit of love is all that it’s needing, but it’s good as it is tough, I got a heart like a truck.” 

While rinsing your hair of all the bubbles you had just created, your phone dinged. Who would be texting you this late? You rinsed one of your hands and peeked out from behind the shower curtain and to your phone that was sitting by your towel. You groaned seeing it was Tyler.

‘You sound way better than Lainey Wilson, and that’s even from what I’m hearing through the wall. ;)’

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[azzibuckets]

For the Love of the Game [Pazzi | Part 5/10]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: paige and azzi get the cameras rolling

a/n: i’ve gotten so many requests for this part so i hope it lives up to y’all’s expectations 😶😶 it’s more of a filler chapter but the next one is going to be so unhinged i can’t wait

word count: 1.6k

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“Paige, if you’re gonna sit and watch, come sit and watch on the bench!” Geno yelled out, threatening to pull Paige from the scrimmage.

The blonde set her jaw, putting her head down as she sprinted to get back on defense. Today was not her day. She could feel Azzi’s eyes on her as she moved around the court. They’d hadn’t gotten the chance to talk since their kiss yesterday, and Paige wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

Finally, Geno clapped his hands and called for a water break. Paige walked slowly to the bleachers, gasping for air. Rummaging through her backpack, she searched for her water bottle. Realizing she’d left it at home, she cursed, kicking the ground.

“Here.” Azzi materialized from behind her, her blue Hydroflask in her outstretched hand.

Paige looked at her cautiously.

“I didn’t poison it,” Azzi muttered under her breath. “Drink it, babe.”

Paige gratefully accepted the water bottle, taking a long swig before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“What’s up with you?” Azzi studied her face. “You’re playing like shit.”

“I’m distracted.”

Azzi wrinkled her nose. “By what?”

Wordlessly, the blonde let her gaze fall to Azzi’s lips, immediately causing her to blush. Paige handed back the water bottle, biting back a smile at how easily ruffled Azzi was.

“Girls! No time for chit chat. Huddle up,” Geno called.

The girls joined the rest of the team as Geno went over what they needed to work on. After they broke, he asked Paige and Azzi to stay.

“My daughter came for practice today,” Geno informed them, nodding to a short, brunette girl who was talking to Nika with a notepad and pen in her hand. “Can you guys get started on her project?”

The girls agreed, and Geno sent them off.

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“I was thinking we could start with some candid shots. We can move onto the actual interviews later once we set the atmosphere of the film,” Leo, Geno’s daughter, explained.

Once Paige and Azzi nodded in assent, she smiled gratefully and turned around to start setting up her cameras.

“So, Azzi, I heard you’re a monster at the 3 point line,” Leo called from over her shoulder.

Azzi shrugged. “You could say that,” she responded nonchantly, earning a roll of the eyes from Paige.

“Geno said your shooting mechanics are almost textbook.” Leo grabbed a ball from the floor and tossed it to her. “So let’s get a shot of you helping Paige with her form.”

Paige’s mouth dropped open and her eyebrows shot up. She stuttered for a few seconds before she managed to find her words. “Are you serious? I was the national player of the year last season. I don’t need no lesson on shooting,” she protested vehemently.

“I don’t know, your wrist snap has been looking a little weak recently,” Azzi teased, clearly pleased at her newfound duty of coaching the blonde.

Leo laughed, amused. “Listen, I’m not saying anything about your skill. It’s just some fluff for the film. You know, you two being cute.” She put the strap of the camera around her neck and waved her camera. “Let’s roll.”

Leo positioned Paige at the 3 point line, then motioned for Azzi to come join them. “Just be as normal as possible,” the brunette instructed. “Pretend the camera isn’t there. Flirt, talk, touch however you guys normally would. Let’s give the audience something to see, alright?”

Azzi bit her lip. Her heart was beating in her ears, but she forced herself to stay calm. She couldn’t have Leo reporting back to Geno that the two girls who were supposedly dating refused to even touch each other. So she slid her arm around Paige’s shoulder to rest a hand on her elbow.

“Lights, camera, action!” Leo yelled, motioning for them to begin.

“Alright, P, you’re gonna be learning from the best. You ready?” Azzi joked. Thankfully her voice came out lighthearted and relaxed, the opposite of the internal tension she was feeling.

“Show me how it’s done, coach.” Like always, the blonde was all smooth and easy-going.

Azzi dropped a hand to Paige’s waist, gently adjusting her hip positioning. To be fair, Paige already had almost perfect form, but she had to do something for the cameras. With her other hand, she guided Paige’s wrist. The blonde’s back was pressed up entirely against her front, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. It’s because Paige is basically compressing my damn lungs, she thought. Not because every point of contact between our bodies feels electric.

“Just…like…that,” Azzi breathed, and when Paige released the ball, it fell with a perfect swish through the net.

Azzi wrapped her arms around Paige’s waist, pulling her closer in. “Good job, baby,” she murmured into Paige’s ear. She was surprised by how easy the words came out, and she thanked God for her newly acquired acting skills.

Paige seemed surprise at her confidence too, and she stilled for a second before remembering their roles. She turned around and hung her arms around Azzi’s neck, putting their foreheads together. “It’s easy when I’m learning from the best.”

This time Azzi didn’t have to pretend to smirk. She was never going to let Paige live that down.

“Alright, cut!” Leo yelled. She didn’t even look up, reviewing the footage on her camera with a pleased smile on her face. “That was awesome! You both have such natural chemistry.”

Realizing they were still pressed up against each other, the two stepped back, looking at anywhere but each other.

As Leo set up the shot for the next scene, the dark haired girl poked a finger in Paige’s ribs. “The best, huh?” she snickered.

Paige grabbed her finger and squeezed it aggressively, causing her to yelp. “Shut up right now, Fudd.” She released her finger, and Azzi rubbed it with a frown, glaring at a now amused Paige.

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Day one of the shoot for Leo’s film was over, and Azzi slumped her shoulders in relief. It hadn’t been half bad, but she was tired after the long practice and just wanted to go home.

“Azzi Fudd! Where do you think you’re going?”

Azzi halted on her way out of the gym. Turning on her heel, she gave Geno a meek smile. “Home?”

“Your hair’s dry.”

Azzi looked at him with confusion. Geno crossed his arms. “Were you tuning me out during our talk today? Ice baths after practice every other day from now on.”

“Oh,” Azzi started speed walking back towards the recovery room. “I was listening, coach. I just forgot.”

“Uh huh.” Geno grunted, shaking his head as he watched Azzi hurry back.

As soon as she reached the recovery room, she saw Paige smirking at her, already in the ice bath. “You fucker,” Azzi growled, stripping off her clothes. She wanted to get over with the ice bath as soon as possible and go home. “You let me leave with Geno there.”

Paige shrugged. “I can’t save you from Geno every time, Fudd.”

Azzi exhaled sharply as her skin met the freezing water. She closed her eyes as she slowly submerged herself, trying to take deep breaths to prevent herself from hyperventilating. “I hate ice baths,” she said shakily.

“Really? I love them. I had the best bonding moments with my high school team during our ice bath sessions,” Paige recalled fondly, not seeming to be fazed at all from the frigid temperatures.

“What school did you go to?” Azzi asked, deciding now might as well be a time to get to know Paige better. Anything to strengthen their facades.

“Hopkins. I’m from Minnesota.”

Azzi nodded silently, not knowing how to respond.

“What ‘bout you?”

“St John’s. I’m from the DMV.”

Paige raised her eyebrows. “A private school?”

“Yep. Had it all laid out for me. Didn’t even have to try,” the younger girl intoned sarcastically, swishing her hand through the water.

Paige scrunched her nose. “Why do you do that?”

Azzi’s eyes snapped up. “What do you mean?”

Paige absent-mindedly rubbed an ice cube through her palms. “Put yourself down like that.”

The younger girl wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to preserve her body heat. “I don’t know. You went to public school. I was assuming you’d say something about how going to private school set me up for success or something.”

“No.” Paige’s response was abrupt. “I wouldn’t say that. I know how hard you’ve worked. It wouldn’t be fair for me to attribute it to going to some dumb private school.”

A smile crept onto Azzi’s face. Her instinct was to start teasing Paige about how nice she was being, but she stopped herself, deciding that she didn’t want to ruin the moment. “Thanks, Bueckers.”

Paige nodded, still focused on the piece of ice that was now slowly melting. “You liking UConn so far?”

This was probably the longest time they’d ever had a normal conversation, Azzi thought to herself. And for some weird reason, she didn’t mind. “Yeah. The system here is great. Geno knows his shit.”

“Yeah.” Paige closed her eyes, tipping her head against the side of the tub. “He’s tough, but he’s amazing. You’re gonna learn a lot from him.”

Azzi nibbled her bottom lip. “Are we gonna talk about the kiss?” she suddenly blurted out, not being able to ignore the elephant in the room anymore.

Paige didn’t even move, continuing to breathe evenly though her nose. “No.”

Azzi tipped her head against the tub too, shutting her eyes. “Alright.”

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Through The Years

Jotun!King!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Queen!Reader

Summary: This story takes you and Loki on a journey through the twins life. From their first steps all the way to their first time falling in love.

Warnings for this Chapter: fluff, insecurities, a bit of angst... Let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1k

a/n: I know this one is a very short chapter, sorry! 🥺 The next one's gonna be longer, I promise! Nevertheless, I absolutely love it. 🥰

This sequel is based on @eleniblue 's ideas. 😊

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Chapter Two - Sharing the Same Blood

You were seated on the little sofa; barely started to read your book in order to take a breather from the stressful day. It was always stressful, when Loki was away on royal duty and you had to rule Jotunheim alone.

Suddenly, impatient knocks drummed against the door to the royal chambers. You closed your book shut again, and put it away. There were only two persons in the world who knocked like this. "Come in!" You called out, smiling at what was to come.

"Mommy!" The twins both yelled in union storming through the door. They ran over to you and jumped on the sofa to join you, each boy cuddling against your side. Váli on the left, Áki on the right. "Hey boys!" You welcomed them with open arms, of course, having seen them lastly early this morning. They had been with their tutor the whole day, learning about Jotunheim, the nine realms, how to behave as princes and so on.

You wrapped an arm around your sons and placed a kiss on each forehead. "How were your lessons today? I heard Arvid took you to the city?" You felt them nod. "Mhm," said Áki, while Váli revealed more. "He wanted to show us the market." "Oh, great. I love the market. Did you like it?" At your question, both boys went quiet, nobody answering your question. Their excitement gone. You frowned, noticing immediately that you obviously asked the wrong question. Something was clearly off. "You didn't like it, huh?" Both shrugged their shoulders. "Now what kind of answer is that? What happened? Was Arvid too strict?" "No, mommy, the market was great, but..." Váli started, not finishing his sentence, causing his twin brother to jump in. "But when we were allowed to go play, there was a boy, who, uh, who asked us if we truly are twins..." You frowned even more. Now that was strange. "Why?" "He said because me and Váli look different and not like brothers."

After those words you heard a small, soft sob coming from your left, which wrenched your heart. "He said I-I l-look strange." You immediately shook your head. Turning softly to face Váli, you brushed your hand through the thick, blonde curls on top of his head. "No, sweetheart. You don't look strange. You look like me - and I couldn't be prouder." Matching eyes looked up into yours, still clouded by tears. "But why do Áki and I look different? We are brothers - or not?"

That was the first time in eight years you - or Loki were faced with this question. Sure, they looked different from the day they were born, but the boys never questioned it, because it was normal. Everyone in the palace treated them equally, so they seemingly didn't have the need to ask. Until now. Until somebody would 'judge' them. And you knew that day would come. It was just a matter of time - and well... Today was the day.

"Of course, you are brothers," you started, placing a kiss on both princes foreheads. Luckily Váli's tears had subsided by now. "You two look different because of your heritage." "Our h-h... henri-age?" Asked Áki, clearly confused. You giggled at the pronunciation of the word. Clearly a word they weren't familiar with - yet. It was time for them to learn about it, though. "Yes, love. Heritage. It's a word to describe where you're coming from. Where your home is, and what the traditions, culture and so on are." They were looking at you expectantly and confused, but also very excited and intrigued. "Okay, let me explain. You know this is home, right? Jotunheim." Both, Váli and Áki nodded. "But you also know there are other realms. Midgard, for example." And once again, a nod. "Right. So... Jotunheim - realm of the Frost Giants. Like you know, they are tall, have cerulean skin, beautiful ruby eyes and unique ridges on their skin. It's your daddy's home. He is a Jotun; born and raised here." "I look like daddy!" Áki giggled excitedly. You smiled, "You do." booping his nose. "But I don't look like your dad, right? Jotunheim isn't my heritage. I was born and raised in Asgard, like your uncle Thor. I'm an Æsir. Fair skin, mostly blonde hair and very beautiful." Váli frowned; the gears in his head turning. "Is that why I look like you, mommy?" You nodded at him; running once again your hand through his hair. "Yes, that's right. You two are the perfect, wonderful product of the love your father and I share. Nature just decided to make you look different and unique."

The twins looked up at you, stunned. "Wow..." Váli and Áki gasped in union, causing you to smile at their sugar-sweet reaction. They were so pure and innocent - and you enjoyed it while it lasted. "But... Uh, mommy?" "Yes, Áki?" "How did you meet daddy? Arvid said that the realms are far apart and not that easy to reach..." You smiled, immediately recalling the memories of yours and Loki's first encounter, back when you were younger. "Let's sit in front of the fire place; make ourselves comfortable. I'm going to tell you a story..." That was exactly what you did; telling them how you met the love of your life.

"And that's how I met your father." You finished telling the love story of you and Loki your eight-year-old twins. The boys were sitting on the fur, criss-crossed in front of you and the fireplace with wide eyes, hanging on your every word. Of course, you told the story more 'romantically' and left out the juicy, dirty and 'dangerous' details. They weren't meant for children's ears. "Wow..." Váli gasped. "So you are actually a warrior, mommy?" Asked Áki. You chuckled, running your hands through both boy's curls. "If you wish to call it that, yes." "Is that why daddy fell in love with you?" You had to suppress a giggle at your son's sweet, innocent question. "Perhaps, sweetheart, but I'm afraid you have to ask your father."

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: has it been less then 24 hours? Yes. Am I still gonna upload this? Yes. Hehe. Don’t wanna spoil anything but y’all will enjoy the chapter. Haven’t been proofread so excuse any typos or grammar mistakes. Miguel might be ooc. Also I’ll probably take a day or 2 off from posting after this lol.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing. Not anything else lol.

Word count: 1.5k

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Chapter 8: ‘Cause there’s this tune I found, that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat.

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“Again.”

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“Again.”

…

“Again. I’ll have you two keep going until you both freeze your limbs off, or you two are fully in sync. Again.”

Letting out an exhausted sigh, but following coach Kavinsky’s orders, you and Logan quickly got into the starting positions for the swan lake program you were doing for regionals, it’s the only thing you two have been practicing (apart from the usual stuff you went over every practice) since regionals were so close, deciding since it was the longer, more difficult program, it needed more fine tuning then the short one program you had to do. Lucky you had already perfected the short program, you and Logan were going to do a routine to Mia’s & Sebastian’s Theme from La La Land for the short program, and obviously you two practiced it everyday as well, but a majority of practice was focused on the Swan Lake routine.

“We’re gonna die here.” Logan whispered to you as you both skated into starting positions, partly joking, partly serious. You attempt to suppress a snort, knowing if you let it out while coach Kavinsky was getting irritated from your session today then she might as well cut your head off with how angry she becomes. Once in position, the music starts and we begin the routine.

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“Alright… that was an, improvement…” Coach mumbled as Logan and you hit the final marks, and although her words said one thing, her tone was obviously still not impressed. “Go take 20 for water and a breather.” She added with a sigh before walking away, you checked the time as you and Logan moved to the edge of the rink, putting your guards on before stepping off the ice.

“Ima go to the bathroom.” You say to Logan who just nodded in response before making your way to the girls locker room, after about 5 minutes, you came out and were making your way back down the hall. Right when you were about to turn the corner, you felt a hand grab your wrist and pulled you into a random, empty, dark dance room. You let out a yelp when you were pulled into the room, and you were preparing to scream in hopes someone will hear and get you away from the random person who pulled you into the room when you hear the click of the door lock, but stopped when the people turned on the lights. Your eyes narrowed as you spoke, voice dripping with venom. “You.”

“(Y/N).” He stared down at you, returning your tone as you two began a stare off. Your hands landing on your hips as his arms cross in front of his chest. After a few moments of silence, Miguel finally spoke. “We need to talk.” His voice was hard and his face was stern.

“Yeah, we do.” You quipped, your brows furrowed in annoyance, “but I only have 15 more minutes until my break is over, so we have to do this late-“

“No.” He interrupted, his arms dropped his side as he took a step closer to you, causing you to take one back, finding yourself against the door as you stared up at him, but other than taking the step back, your confidence didn’t waver. “We’re gonna talk right now.”

You let out an annoyed huff as you rolled your eyes, “Fine, let’s make this quick.” You grumble, “and I’ll go first, I just want to let you know, I hate you Miguel O’Hara, I despise you with every fiber of my being.” You declared, you had to hate him, why else would you feel your whole body heat up whenever you were around him. Especially when you two were in a locked room together, which was happening more often than you would like.

Miguel rolled his eyes at your words, his tongue pointed at the inside of his cheek as an annoyed smirk appeared on his lips, he let out a dry, unamused chuckle escaped his plump lips as he lightly shook his head. “God you are so insufficient.” He groaned, “ You think your words can hurt me? Because they can’t. You know why (Y/N)? Because I hate you too.” He finished as he took another step closer to you.

You scoffed at his words, your arms moving up to cross over your chest, “You’re a horrible liar.” You hissed, “if you hated me so much why did you try to kiss me at the party last week?” You asked, but your tone comes more off as you proving a point to him rather than asking a question.

“If you hate me so much why didn’t you stop me?” He countered, and even though his eyes and voice held irritation, you couldn’t help but notice it felt like he was… challenging you almost…. So of course, you wanted to see how far you could push it. You know what they said about curiosity, and right now, you were one curious kitty.

“If you hated me then why try it in the first place?” He took another step towards you as you asked the question, he was in arm’s reach now, and although him being this close, with his current demeanor would scare anyone else, but not you, for some reason, it excited you.

“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d do something about it, see if you’d let me have my way with you, or if you actually hate me.” He shrugged as he stared down at you, his eyes burning into yours, his tone calm and steady as he spoke. “I wanted to see if you’d stop me from kissing you, or if you wanted me to.”

“And if I did?” You asked, and for a few seconds, you felt like you fucked up by saying that sentence, his response though was what made your stomach drop.

“God… I hate you (Y/N)…”. He muttered quietly, and it seemed so genuine, so full of disgust that it made your heart ache. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could utter a word, his hands quickly made their way to the back of your head and the nap of your neck, before pulling you into him, and slamming his lips against yours.

It almost didn’t feel real, it didn’t process in your head for a few seconds, but once your mind caught up, you melted into his touch. Your eyes fluttered shut and your hands went up to rest on his chest, slowly sliding up to go around his neck to deepen the kiss, a small moan escaped from your mouth as his hands started to travel down, stopping at your hips, his fingers squeezing them lightly before pulling pulling your body closer to his. Your head was swimming, your body hot all over, your knees felt weak, and your heart was pounding in your ears. He was so intoxicating. He’s lips, his touch, the was he groaned against your mouth as you brought your hands up to run your fingers through his dark brown hair. In that moment, you finally understand that the reason you felt like your body was on fire anytime you were around him wasn't because you hated or disliked him, you realized it was actually because you really did have some sort of misplaced feeling for him. After all, there is a very thin line between love and hate.

You felt like you could be like this forever, Miguel felt the same way, but, unfortunately, you were still human, so you found yourself pulling away to gasp for oxygen. Both your chest were heaving, Miguel’s pupils were blown, and you had to wipe some drool from the corner of your lips. A silence engulfed you too for a few seconds as you both attempt to catch your breath and slow down your heart rates. After a minute or two, Miguel’s lips pulled up into a smirk, and you internally groaned and forced yourself not to roll your eyes, because you knew he was gonna say some stupid shit to ruin the moment.

“Still hate me?” Oh. My. God. This time you let your eyes roll and the groan escape your lips, Miguel just chuckled at your reaction, before pulling you close once again and leaving a lingering kiss on your lips once more. But this time the kiss was different, unlike the last one, that was ruff and messy and full of lust. This kiss was more caring, more sweet, loving almost. This only made your heart burst more.

“I should go… my break is almost up…” you say in a low whisper as soon as he breaks the kiss, you’re faces still close together as you stare up at him. You’re words made his smile fall a bit.

“We should talk about-“ He started and you already knew what he was going to say before he had time to finish the sentence.

“We will.” You swiftly cut him off. “Just not right now okay?” You asked him, and after a second of hesitation, he sighs but begrudgingly nodded his head, and you noticed how he was nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “Cute…” You thought as felt your lips pull up into a small smile. “I’ll see you around.” You finished before unlocking the door and leaving the room to go back to the ice.

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“What’s got you smiling so much?” Logan asked with a raised brow as you both stepped back on the ice.

“Nothing important.”

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 17

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Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language, foul language, mention of violent acts and cannibalism. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: My course work has slowed down for the next two semesters so I have a bit more time to figure out the last few chapters. There is the possibility of short form bonus material added after the final chapter so it doesn't have to be a stump of a story. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 17

An entire month had passed since Tommy had enhanced the pond area for you, it was now a sanctuary for your mind and body, and you visited it frequently. Luda Mae kept pestering you to come back to the house to live with them, and often times you would sleepover in your old room to placate her requests.

Tommy spent a lot of time with you in that month, as you joined him in his chores while the agriculture techs worked on upgrading your orchards current system. Fortunately for you the work was quick and moderately affordable considering the old system already had above-ground sprinklers set up. The fruit trees were a dream to care for now, only requiring pruning when needed and the harvests had been more abundant than ever thanks to the fancy new technology.

Today was as warm as to be expected for the beginning of August, the wheat field at the Hewitt house was late this year due to unusual spans of damp weather and cool temperatures in June causing a delay in the crop maturity. Charlie and Tommy were extremely busy with the harvest so you took to caring for the animals with Luda Mae while they washed and stored the crops.

You were just about finished filling the feeder and water trough in the chicken coop when you hear Luda Mae call out to you.

“Hi hun, didja get all these little hellraisers sorted?” she says.

You nod and exit through the gate, quickly closing it behind you before a very energetic hen could bolt out. She takes one of the buckets from your hands and helps you put it all away, she wipes her hands on her apron and gives you a smile,

“Welp, the cow stalls are all ready for the night, and the feed is restored. What say we go on n’ get some lemonade before we have to bring ‘em in hm?”

You smile back and agree, the both of you look out towards the wheat field where you can hear Charlie cursing out Tommy like he was a teenager reluctantly holding a flashlight for his dad. Luda Mae sighs,

“No matter how many times I warn him to be nice to my baby, he doesn’t listen and keeps carryin’ on. One day Thomas is gonna have had enough, and then Charlie will find Jesus… so to speak.”

You chuckle, and continue walking toward the house,

“Was he always like that to Tommy? And also, why does Tommy allow him to be mean like that?” you ask. Luda Mae takes some time to think, squishing her lips up as she digs in her memory.

“Hmm, it’s been so long I almost feel like it’s never been different. Charlie started being cruel when Thomas was going through puberty, but he really ain’t never been all that kind to Thomas.”

She opened the front door and led the way to the kitchen where she took out the lemonade and poured two cups, handing you one.

“Thomas ain’t the kind of boy to use his strength against the ones he loves. In fact, he tries to stay as docile as a lamb. He got real good at it too what with gettin’ used to the children in town bullyin’ him.”

You take a sip of lemonade and purse your lips at the sour taste, Luda Mae see’s your reaction and quickly looks concerned,

“Oh! I’m so sorry hun, I should have asked how you like your lemonade first. Let me water it down for you and add some sugar!” she reaches for your glass but you put your hand up and shake your head while giggling,

“I like it sour, I was just surprised by the intensity of the lemon is all. It’s good, thank you.”

She relaxes her stance and leans back on the counter taking a long sip from her glass. You drink again and savor the tart flavor, you pull out a seat from the small table and Luda Mae joins you.

“So, is that why Tommy became so primitive after he got rid of Dover?” you wanted to start digging into their past to better understand the man you intended to marry.

Luda Mae stares at her drink with a worried look on her face, you lean in to press the question,

“It’s just that… I… well, I know what happened here with you all back then, and I know it was a complex issue and things were becoming desperate so, I don’t want to-well what I mean to ask is… I…”

You suddenly felt very ill-equipped to handle such a deeply unsettling topic, but you burned with intrigue to learn more about the situation. -If I can’t get past their crimes then maybe I shouldn’t be a part of this family- you were now arguing in your head about the morality of their actions and how you looked past it for so long.

Luda Mae hangs her head and shakes it from side to side, she looks up at you with tears forming in her eyes and starts fiddling with a handkerchief she pulled from her pocket.

“I know you want to know more about our despicable past, but I just can’t bring myself to speak on it dear I’m so very sorry.” She quietly whimpered and turned her face away from you to hide her anguish. You didn’t intend to hurt her by asking, you place your hand on her knee,

“I really didn’t mean to upset you Mae, I think I just really need to know what I am getting myself into with marrying your son. I won’t ask you about it again, I’m sorry.”

She looked back at you and pushed out a crooked, strained smile as tears ran down her cheek. Seeing her so upset broke your heart and made you feel guilty for asking the question. -If she is so broken about the past then maybe I have my answer on where she stands with their heinous actions- you think to yourself about how you are basically stuck with them regardless, since you were complicit in the murder of Dover and vowed to keep quiet about it. -maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie- You stand up and begin to leave the room until you hear Luda Mae say something you couldn’t hear properly, you turn back and ask what she said,

“If you need to find out about our past, I reckon Thomas might just be the best person to ask. Charlie is… well, I love my brother like the lord asks of us, but he’s got an evil deep in him that broke out his body back then. It must have been ‘cus of the starvation, he’s different now mind you, but he still has that darkness lingering in his soul.” She let out a wavering breath and drank more from her lemonade.

You thank her and leave her alone to allow her some recovery. You waited in your room until the sun began to sink in the sky, you could hear Charlie and Tommy putting away the harvest vehicles and closing up the main barn doors. You get up and leave toward the meadow where the cows were wandering and see Luda Mae waiting at the meadow gate, she sees you coming up and waves you over.

“Alright hun, let’s get these heifers in the barn for bed.” Her voice had a sad tone to it, and you gently grabbed her forearm to turn her to face you,

“I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier, you know I care about you. I stupidly asked something personal and should have been more mindful with my words and I hope you can forgive that fumbling.” You tilt your head to the side waiting for her response. She gives you an earnest smile and places her soft, warm hand on your cheek,

“Oh hun, don’t be apologizing for wantin’ to know more. I know it’s weighin’ on your mind and you have every right to find out about your new family, it’s only fair you get all the information you ask for.” She removes her hand from your cheek and you drop her forearm from your hand,

“It’s a painful thing to remember for me, I regret everything that happened and there ain’t no good excuse for what we did but, I’m sorry, I just can’t speak about it. You understand hm?” she looks at you and waits for your response,

You smile and nod, “I understand. Are we good?” you ask.

“Of course we are dear, you just get your questions to Tommy, but know that there’s a chance he may not be so open about it.”

She places her hand on your shoulder as you both walk towards the cows who are already trotting towards the open gate.

You head towards the far end of the meadow to call out to the other cows who straggled behind, they slowly make their way to the gate and you follow behind them at a safe distance. Luda Mae gives you a proud smile as the last cow exited the meadow,

“You learn quick dear, I love a smart woman.”

You felt quite proud yourself with how quickly you took to the caretaking of the animals; farms are hard work even on small ones like the Hewitts have, but you felt a sense of self-worth every time you completed a task, the work gave you a new meaning to living and felt therapeutic.

When you and Luda Mae closed up the barn and got back inside the house, you immediately went to your room to shower off all the dirt of the day. You collected some toiletries that you had left at the house from whenever you slept over, and grabbed some spare clothes but when you went to open the door to the bathroom, you saw it was locked. Someone was already showering in there, you went around to the parlor to wait for whoever it was when Luda Mae stopped in the doorway holding towels,

“Charlie’s in there dear, take a towel and go to the basement shower, Tommy doesn’t take as long as Charlie to clean up and you’ll be guaranteed hot water after he’s done, unlike some people” she nods in the direction of Charlie and rolls her eyes, you laugh and take a towel before heading to the basement floor.

The basement was dark, the lights were even more dim than usual and you had trouble seeing. You carefully lowered your foot before each step, testing the length and height to be sure, until you reached the bottom where your eyes adjusted to the dark. You look up and see a few of the wall lights were burnt out, you look to the end of the hall and see the red glow of Tommy’s room light casting a menacing look on the already creepy basement.

You turn into the bathroom and switch on the lights, the fluorescent bulb flickers before it wakes and reveals the bathroom to be littered with wet towels next to dirty laundry on the floor. -Well I guess it makes sense that he might be a little messy, being such a mommas boy- you smirk from the thought and turn on the bathtub tap, you clean your body off and don’t plug the drain so the tub doesn’t fill up with dirty water. You rub the soap over your body and turn to check if you locked the door, it was open slightly ajar and you had a salacious thought cross your mind -I wonder if Tommy would hide and watch me bathe if I left it open- You blush to yourself and rinse off the suds.

You liked the idea of Tommy getting hot under the collar from simply seeing you with no clothes on, but he was not in the doorway. He was extra careful to make sure he would never see you naked without you knowing, he told you how Luda Mae always taught him to be respectful of women, especially when he liked them, and he was still embarrassed by the first time you caught him.

You got out of the tub and felt relaxed from the wash, you dried off and began to change into fresh clothes until you noticed you forgot a shirt -For fucks sake, of course I forget a shirt- You didn’t want to walk upstairs with no shirt on in front of Charlie, and you didn’t want to put your old shirt on since it was dirty with sweat and now damp from water splashing onto it from the tub. You stand in silence trying to figure out how to possibly sneak into your room from the basement. -Wait! I can just go get a shirt from Tommy!-

You step out of the bathroom with your flip flops on, holding a towel to your chest to cover yourself. You stop when you get to his door and bite your lip thinking of the first time you saw him tower over you with a red rim of light lining his intimidating silhouette. You shake your head to snap out of it and knock on the door,

“Tommy? It’s Y/N*. I need to borrow a shirt. Can I come in?” you wait for a response.

You hear some shuffling and then the door opens. You see Tommy staring down at you with a confused look, his face hidden by the leather mask, he has a tight black t-shirt on and those loose grey sweats you like. He moves to the side and lets you pass, he looks over your half naked body as you get by and hums to himself like he was trying to figure out a puzzle,

“Can I borrow a shirt or what?” you ask playfully.

He closes the door behind him and leans back on it, looking you up and down with his arms crossed, letting out a satisfied huff of air through his nose. You bite your lip and blush, knowing the sight of you is causing him torment,

“You going to keep me locked in here and stare at me all night?” you ask with a coy tone.

“That ain’t a bad idea.” He jokes.

You smile at him and hold your towel a little looser, he walks over to a small closet and grabs a tank top, keeping his eyes on you the whole time.

He says, “I should be givin’ you some privacy but, y’ain’t easy t’look away from.”

You let out a laugh and blush from the pleasing words,

“I guess it doesn’t make sense to be modest in front of you since you have already seen all of me by now”

He hands you a nice-looking maroon tank top and crosses his arms again after you grab it, you could tell he had a smug look on his face from under his mask,

“You are still wearing the mask?” you ask

He tilts his head, retaining his expression, “Some habits ain’t easy t’break.” His tone was flirtatious and only made you more aroused than you already were.

You turn around and drop the towel,

“Yer killin’ me, y’vixen”

You giggle and put the shirt on, it was grossly oversized on you and felt more like a long dress. You tie it up at the waist to accommodate the size difference but the arm holes were so big your breasts could be exposed out the side at any moment. You turn back around and ask,

“Well? How does it look?”

Tommy gives a deep chuckle,

“I think y’make it sexier ‘n I e’er could.” He gives you a wink that sends a pleasing tingle down to your underside.

He stood there towering over you, it felt impossible to get used to how tall he was compared to you and it was enough to make you feral with lust sometimes. You walked up to him and gently trailed your hand up his thigh, you could see there was already a certain body part beginning to slowly swell.

“Are you trying to have restraint tonight?” you whisper

Tommy uncrosses his arms and lets out a sigh,

“Y’love tormentin’ me dontcha?”

You give him a sly look, “Wanna punish me then?”

“Can’t get enough o’me huh.” He tilts his head to the side and watches you through half lidded eyes heavy with desire.

You abruptly stop touching him and laugh to yourself, he grunts in confusion,

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty li’l head o’ yours.”

You turn towards the door and start walking, Tommy reaches out and grabs your hand and pulls you back in to face him,

“Where ya runnin’ off to y’little devil?” he says through a laugh.

Your smile fades as you speak, “I just realized how silly I was being when I actually need to talk to you about something serious. I’m scared of how you will respond.”

Tommy sits on his bed and puts his hands together as his arms rested on his thighs,

“Why would y’be scared?” he asks concernedly

You stare at the floor and aimlessly play with the knot you made to tie your shirt,

He asks again, “Baby y’can ask me anythin’… y’know that right? Don’t be scared, I ain’t never gon’ hurt ya.”

You shake your head, “I’m not worried about you hurting me, I’m worried you might get upset and shut me out, or not say anything at all… or both.” You slowly look up at him through your lashes, your brow wrinkled with worry.

“Well hell, now I really need t’know what you gon’ ask.” He stares at you and notices how worried you look, he makes his voice calmer and follows, “I promise I ain’t gon’ do nothin’ like that. Y’wanna come sit next t’me?” he pats the spot to his left, but you shake your head again,

“I think I should stand, just for now.” You say.

Tommy didn’t like the fact that you would think he would get mad at you and ice you out, he worked so hard to be more open and communicative to break his old ways of keeping quiet and to himself. He nodded and sat up straight,

“Alright then, go ‘head n’ talk.”

You purse your lips, you felt anxious at the possibility of a negative reaction so you chose your words carefully,

“I wanted to know the truth, from your mouth directly, about the time in the past none of you want to talk about. I know it’s none of my business, but I figured since we want to get married it is something I should know about.” You felt your core tense up as you finished your question and waited for a response.

Tommy looked away from you and stared at the floor, “Oh…”

You didn’t say a word, and as Tommy was quietly thinking, you could see his brow furrow which made you worry more. He remained in thought for what felt like ages, so you took a step closer,

“Well?” your voice trembled.

Tommy looked up at you and nodded, “Ok, I think yer right, y’should know, it makes sense.” He let out a big sigh and took off his mask and set it on the side table next to his bed, “If I do this, I don’t wanna hide behind no mask.”

You felt some relief at his mature response, but now you had to think of the questions. He gets off the bed and takes your hand in his, bending low to give the top of your palm a kiss, “Come” he says softly.

You walk with him out of his room and in front of the steel doors that he aggressively slammed shut when you first tried to enter a while back. He is stopped at the entrance and sighs,

“I s’pose I oughtta let y’into this room now.”

You watch him slowly open the heavy factory style door with little effort, the room is dark and Tommy guides you inside. A wave of nervous energy fills your stomach causing the hairs on your arm to lift, the room smells like fresh dirt and damp stone. Tommy leaves you and walks off somewhere in the room and asks,

“Y’ready?”

“Y-yes” You respond.

An orange hued light shines down in the room from hanging factory lights that came from a long-gone era. The room is strangely very minimal, you see the floor is old cracked tile with multiple spots for drainage, to your left is a slab table that’s rusted and damaged, next to the table against the wall is a long counter-top area. You look around and see the walls are built up using random stone, and moss has begun to slowly grow between the cracked grout.

You ask, “I thought I saw… hanging hooks when I opened the door the first time?”

Tommy nodded, “Got rid of ‘em n’ cleaned this here room out a while back.”

“How come?”

He walked around and looked up at the ceiling, “When y’said y’wanted t’be with me forever… I figured I better get rid o’ the last bits o’ evil left so y’feel safe.”

You hug yourself with your arms, you were glad he wasn’t hiding anything but you needed the full truth from him, even if it makes you sick, “Ok then, tell me what you all did during those hard times before Tilly.”

Tommy leaned against the wall in front of you and crossed his arms, “Things got real bad out here. The town got poor n’ the people all up n’ left. We was the last few folks who stayed, couldn’t afford t’leave. When the food ran out, things started goin’ south.”

He looked down at the floor, “Y’ever been so hungry ‘at y’start seein’ things?”

You shake your head, your upbringing was not great and many nights you ate sleep for dinner but you never got so starved that you would hallucinate.

He continues, “Well, when y’get that hungry, y’become somethin’ else, like you was losin’ yer humanity. Desperate.” He lets out a sigh, “Momma tried her best t’find anythin’ to eat, she picked the town clean until nothin’ was left not even wild animals to hunt, was like god turned on us or somethin’. It got so bad we was eatin’ grass n’ it made us sick.” He paused and you looked at him and lowered your arms,

“Why didn’t you guys travel to the next town?” you inquire

He shakes his head, “Back then there wasn’t no town for a days drive n’ we had no gas for the one truck we kept.”

“Oh” you mumble

He continues, “One day, uncle Charlie came home with an ice bucket full o’ meat, looked like ham hocks or somethin’, was all skinned n’ fresh. Momma asked him where he got it from, n’ what it was. Charlie told us he stole it from a passerby n’ scared ‘em off. Momma didn’t wanna ask more, she was dyin’ from starvation, she trusted him.” Tommy looked angry, “She trusted him, n’ so did I!” He turned to face the wall and slammed his fist on it, “Got-dammit!” you could see his face grimace with emotional pain. You walk up to him and rub his back, he lets out a few long breaths and turns to you and slinks down to the floor putting his head in his hands.

“I’m ok, I’m ok” he says in an assured tone.

He drops his hands and looks up at you, his blue eyes now shimmering with the promise of tears. You could begin to see what he may have looked like as a little boy, trembling and lonely from the bullying he went through. The sight of him like that tugged at your heart and made it ache,

“It’s ok if you need to stop. I don’t want you to push yourself.”

He waved his hand and sat forward with his legs raised up and his arms resting on his knees,

“No I’m gon’ get through it, I need to.” He continues, “We ate that meat, was the best meal we had in a long time, we stored the rest so it’d last us. Felt like we were alive again, don’t know how else to s’plain it.” Tommy paused for a minute, staring off into nothing, then continued, “We found out the truth a few days later when the last pieces were ate up. Momma pushed uncle Charlie too far with questions, he cracked and told us it was people.” Tommy muttered under his breath and spoke more, “Momma lost her mind n’ I felt sick as a dog. I started wretchin’ but I was so starved ‘at nothin’ came out, big guy like me gets hungry faster then smaller folk.”

“It must have been hell for you.” You felt your stomach drop from the admittance, you follow up with a question, “What made you all keep eating people though? Why not just leave in search of a new home?”

He huffs, “This family was livin’ on this land fer decades, there was too much pride. I woulda up n’ left but I didn’t wanna leave momma out here alone t’die.”

You sit on the ground next to him and ask, “What made Charlie kill a person?”

Tommy rubbed the back of his head as it hung between his arms, “He said some guy rolled up askin’ fer gas, uncle Charlie said we ain’t got none and asked if the guy had any food on him. He told us the guy pulled out a gun on uncle Charlie n’ he had to do it. He told us the blood comin’ out the mans cuts made him crazy, he only saw meat and not a man, so he did what he did.”

You felt sick, the scenario was dire and it all made sense but it was hard to hear, it didn’t seem like a real thing that could happen. Tommy looked at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen, he looked defeated,

You hesitantly ask the last question that came to mind, “How did you guys…what made you keep doing it?”

Tommy kept his eye contact with you and spoke quietly, “When y’eat a person, somethin’ inside you changes n’ makes you different then y’ever were before. Makes y’do things you ain’t never thought you’d be capable of… we started cravin’ it somethin’ fierce, like wild animals.” He shakes his head slowly, “The next town was bein’ built, the one y’visited a few months back.”

You nod, remembering the old man who warned you about Fuller.

Tommy continued, “More n’ more people would pass through, we stole gas, filled up the station, we stole cars n’ y’see ‘em near the forest out back, we took whatever people showed up n’ no lawman seemed to bat an eye, never saw one come ‘round, like we was forgotten. We shoulda just died n’ stayed human.” Tommy crossed his arms and tilted his head to the ceiling with closed eyes.

He keeps going, “We did it for a long while ‘til Tilly came n’ saved us all, delivered us from evil as momma likes sayin’. And that’s all of it, that’s what we did n’ why.”

You let out a long sigh, this was a lot of information to take in and it still didn’t feel real. You felt a few questions come up, and you asked,

“Were you the one to kill any of the people you ate?”

Tommy sighed, “Yes”

“How many?” you were very firm in your tone.

Tommy slunk, “Too many”

You nod and he adds, “I wasn’t there in my mind, it left my body when I did it n’ I cant remember a lot of it no more. It’s like when y’saw me after Dover, I went out my head n’ only came back when I heard y’call out fer me.”

You remembered that time, how he looked like another creature, how he behaved like an animal, you saw him dissociate from his reality. You ask,

“Did you do all the killing?”

He shook his head, “Momma saw how uncle Charlie was usin’ me fer easy kills, she whooped him hard, she whooped him so bad he was bleedin’ was almost dead. I never saw her so mad in my life. After that beatin’ uncle Charlie told me I ain’t gotta kill no one s’long as I butcher the meat, he said I better do it ‘cus I know how it was done on them cows n’ pigs all proper… Butcherin’ pigs n’ cows is already somethin’ awful… but butcherin’ people.” Tommy trailed off and had the color drain from his face. He looked at you and asked softly “I hope you ain’t got no more questions, I think I had about all I can handle. I’m sorry.”

You rub his arm, “I think I know enough. Thank you for being honest, I know this was hard.”

Tommy stands up and offers his hand to help you up, you take the help and he pulls you up from the floor. He holds your hands in his and looks into your eyes,

“I need you to know, I ain’t that person no more, s’far as the past goes, it was someone else who ain’t never comin’ back. Never ever.”

You conjure up a weak smile, you nod and say “I think I need to be alone to process this. I’m going to go home and get some rest. I’ll come back tomorrow and tell you what I think.” Tommy nodded and walked you out of the room after shutting the light, he watched you go up the stairs and he suddenly felt sick with anxiety. All he could think was that this would be the last time he saw you, he felt it coming. After all, who could love a monster like him?

[nochukoo97]

muse; chapter one

pairing: biker!jungkook x pianist!reader

summary: the first time jungkook meets you, the prelude to his interest in you; you take notice to jungkook’s significant presence, he’s in your mind as you play your étude

word count: 2k+

masterlist!

prelude;

You’re trudging down a dark alley at 11pm at night. Normally you would never let yourself walk through this alley when it turned dark, but your teacher just had to hold you back for another two hours to perfect your recital piece.

You could walk the safer route, one that was closer to shops that opened for 24 hours, where there was light and a few wandering souls. But it would have taken you a good half an hour longer to walk that route, you weighed your options and decided that making a run through this alley was a better choice.

How wrong were you for thinking that.

Now you find yourself cowering under the tall stance of a man, his cigarette smoke blowing onto your face as you cringe at the smell.

“So, what brings a pretty lady here tonight? Are you looking to get kidnapped?” The man above you chuckles, looking back at who you presume are his friends. They only look at him as if what he was doing was normal, as if they were used to him always doing this.

You’re clutching on tightly to your binder of sheet music, the only other thing you had brought with you besides your phone.

“No, I just wanna go home,” You pick up the courage to spit back at the man, not wanting to let yourself simply give up and fall under his control.

“Damn, we’ve got a spiteful one today,” He laughs, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Don’t need to act so tough baby, you won’t stand a chance fighting against me,” He leans down, whispering into your ear as you feel his hot breath blow onto your neck. You want to die.

As he leans down, you get a better view of his friends, making eye contact with a man, piercings clad his eyebrow and lip, his short sleeved shirt revealing a tattoo sleeve.

He looks at you as if impressed, an amused smile on his face as he nudges his friend to look your way.

You decide it's the perfect time to jerk your knee upwards, causing the man leaning on you to groan, stuttering back as he clutches his crotch.

You don’t take notice of a loose sheet music that falls out of your binder.

“Hah, Minjae, looks like you got a tough one today,” The tattooed man’s friend laughed at him, as Minjae, now you know his name, scowled at the guy.

There’s five people standing against the wall, most of them have a cigarette in their hands, you notice.

Minjae slowly gets back on his feet, and you decide it's time for you to make a run.

You’re sprinting off before anyone can catch you again.

“Hey! Come back!” You can hear his voice echo through the alley, but you’re far too quick to let the man catch you.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, watching Minjae groan as he fails to catch you.

“Jeon, taking an interest in her?” Taehyung nudged the man, who brushed him off.

But he wasn’t wrong, Jungkook did find you amusing.

“I’m gonna go back,” He grumbles, stomping on the cigarette to put it out. “Got to go to work early tomorrow,”

“Or you just want to see that girl, you never leave later than 12am, Jeon,” Jimin calls him out.

Jungkook only sends him a warning glare before he gets on his motorcycle.

There’s a white piece of paper that stands out from the dark concrete of the road, he picks it up.

Prelude in C minor.

etude;

Maybe you should have learnt your lesson the first time you ran through this alley. But it was in the middle of the night again, you didn’t want to go home any later than it already was.

Maybe you were also curious to see if the tattooed man would be there.

But instead you find yourself being dragged into the corner right before the entrance of the alley, you scream in shock at the sudden pull.

There’s a hand pressed over your mouth, muffling your scream.

Great, you’re getting kidnapped today, how smart of you to try to walk down this very alley yet again.

“Keep quiet if you don’t want to get caught by him again,” There’s a deep voice next to your ear, it’s different from Minjae’s voice. You don’t recognise it, but you can’t turn around to see who it is, the arm wrapped around you restricting your movements.

You take notice of your surroundings, you can see the entrance to the alley you were meant to go through. Who the hell stopped you?

You look down, the hand over your mouth following the tilt of your head. Tattoos? The arm around you has a full sleeve of tattoos, there’s an orange flower that stands out to you.

Tattoos, Shit. It can’t be him right? He was Minjae’s friend, why would he prevent his friend from preying on you if it seemed so normal to the rest of his friends.

But you were proven wrong when you managed to turn around, the familiar face that stood out to you that day, his lip piercing reflects the street light next to you.

His eyes stare down at you, scanning your face.

“Why are you- Why did you do that?” You have a million questions to ask the man before you, you don’t know which to start with.

“What do you mean why? Then am I supposed to watch you possibly get harassed by that dick?” He scoffs, why were you being ungrateful when he practically saved you from trauma?

Jungkook’s amused you didn’t even thank him immediately. Normally he wouldn’t even bother giving the girls Minjae creeps on a glance.

But maybe because this time it wasn’t anybody else, it was you.

Maybe he was interested in how you fought back Minjae instead of cowering under his stance, like what everyone else was.

He noticed you because you stood up for yourself, it seemed as though you were almost fearless.

“Aren’t you his wingman or something? You’re meant to side with him,” You frown at him, he lets his arm around you slack next to his body.

“Don’t ever say that again, I fucking hate that dude, I’m only hanging around him because he helps me pay my rent,” Jungkook sighs, he reaches into his pocket to light a cigarette.

When the smell of the smoke reaches you, you scrunch up your nose in disgust.

Jungkook notices your expression, waving his hands to dissipate the smoke in the air.

“Why do you smoke, you’re killing your lungs slowly,” You frown at him, he lifts the cigarette near his mouth to take another drag but pauses when he hears you.

“So concerned for me?” He smiles at you teasingly, as your eyes widen,

“What? No, I just, It’s just a fact!” You’re stuttering out a response, can’t even keep composed under his gaze.

“M’kay,” The man in front of you muses, he drops the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it with his boots.

There’s a moment of silence, before he speaks up again, “Why did you even think about running through there again?”

He’s right, it’s because you’re so desperate to get home quickly you would risk getting kidnapped rather than walk a little more.

“It’s just a faster route to my apartment, there isn’t any bus service near here so I can’t take a bus either, the other way to walk is a whole thirty minutes more, and I don’t want to waste my time,” You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, the weight of your bag becoming evident, as your shoulders slightly ache.

“Think smarter, risk your life or walk an extra half an hour,” He nudges your forehead lightly with his finger, tutting at you as you stumble back a little at the light touch.

“Don’t scold me,” Jungkook watches you pout at him, he chuckles to himself and reaches his hand out to ruffle your hair.

You’re pretty cute for someone who had been so fiesty before, Jungkook likes this side of you.

Shit. Your ears become warm at his touch, they’re red by now for sure.

“Can’t promise you I won’t run through that alley again though, sometimes time is crucial too you know?” You laugh in response, as he raises his eyebrow.

“And a little bit of thrill and adrenaline to end my day isn’t too bad,” You add, laughing to yourself as you kick the rock next to your shoe.

“Oh? So you’re depending on me to come and protect you every time you do so huh?”

“Maybe?” You smile sheepishly up at him, he only shakes his head and smiles back in response.

“Have you seen Jeon? Where the fuck is he?” There’s a loud voice that echoes from the alley, you can’t make out who it is from how dark it was, but it seems as if the man before you knew who it was.

“Fuck, we gotta go, follow me,” He grabs your hand before you can protest, you feel his calloused yet warm hand envelope yours, his rings make contact with your hands, the coldness contrasting to his touch.

You could get used to this.

After turning the corner, Jungkook rushes over to the black motorcycle parked against the wall.

“What! I am not going on that,” You cross you arms as you stare at the Harley Davidson in front of you.

“Come on, if Minjae comes out and sees me with you he will quite literally chop my fucking head off, maybe yours too,”

Your eyes widen at his words, you want to live to see tomorrow.

So you comply with the man, whose name you don’t even know yet, but he slots his helmet over your head, it’s a little big and makes your head bobble when he lets go.

“Sorry if it’s a little heavy and big for you, I don’t carry a spare helmet with me,” He explains, head tilting slightly to clip the helmet.

“It’s fine, but what about you?”

“I’m okay, you’re precious cargo so I need to make sure you have proper protection,” He smiles, patting the top of the helmet as you choke on your spit, flustered by his words.

“Type in your address on my phone,”

He hands you his phone, you notice the edge of the screen slightly cracked, before quickly typing in your address and handing it back to him.

“Hold on to me tight, if you don’t wanna fall off,” He shouts over the loud sound that blasts when he starts the engine, you nod and obediently wrap your arms tighter around him.

“Thanks for sending me home and saving me,” You hand him his helmet back as he smiles sweetly at you. Your stomach feels funny.

“No problem, I’ll keep a lookout for when you decide to make a run again,” He laughs, making you roll your eyes at his words.

It’s silent for a while again as you both look at each other.

“Jungkook,” He stretches out his hand

“Huh?”

“I’m Jungkook, thought you should know my name if we were going to see each other often,”

You shake his hand, giggling a little by the awkward gesture

“I’m ___,”

“Pretty name,” He muses, now he has a clear view of your extremely red face as you chuckle nervously.

“I’ll go back into my apartment and you should probably go back to your friends before they come here and find you, goodnight Jungkook, see you soon?”

He nods back at you, “See you around,”

You shut the door, after entering your apartment, immediately settling in front of your piano, telling yourself you’d play this one piece and quickly go to bed.

Étude Op.25, No. 4

You can’t help but reminisce what had just happened, it feels as if his hand was over your mouth again, his arm was around you. You felt safe in his embrace, you wanted to run through that same alley a million times to meet him a million times more.

Jungkook was your muse, your drive to play this piece, Étude.

[angstysebfan]

My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 3

Pairings: Bucky x female reader AU: Modern

Chapter Summary: After staying at a creeping motel, the reader finally finds out why Bucky hates her. Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Panic Attack, Creepy older motel worker (unrealistic driving time, but whatever)

Series Masterlist

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You pull up to an old looking motel. It kind of reminds you of the Bates Motel in the movie Psycho. Bucky could feel your uneasiness and laughed, “We could sleep in the car if you are uncomfortable.”

You look at him and see a smirk on his lips. He was making fun of you, which pissed you off. 

“Nope, I just hope the psycho killer chooses you as their victim tonight. I’ll give Nat your regards,” You say before getting out of the car.

Bucky laughs out loud, a sound that was surprisingly pleasant to you. “You've watched too many horror movies,” he says as he walks into the office, with you following him.

You both walk up to the counter and ask for two separate rooms. “Sorry, but we only have one room available. It has a king size bed though,” the older gentleman said looking you up and down. 

You look at Bucky and see the tick in his jaw. He looks at you and rolls his eyes. “How far is the nearest motel or hotel from here?” He asked, the annoyance evident in his voice. 

“Not for another 20 miles or so,” the older man said, ignoring Bucky’s attitude. “I don’t know why a good looking man like you wouldn’t want to share a room with a pretty gal like her,” he said, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows at you and making you uncomfortable.

You can’t help the blush that runs through your cheeks. Bucky scoffs, “Beauty isn’t everything. We'll take the damn room,” he says giving his credit card over.

Once you're both settled in the room you sit on the bed, back leaning against the headrest. Bucky's taking a shower, which gave you time to think about everything that happened in the car today. Bucky kept saying he heard about what you said. What could I've possibly said? You think back to the entire year of Bucky being in your life, and you can’t for the life of you think about saying anything bad about him. Except that he's an asshole, but he deserves it.

Bucky comes out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black sweatpants and no shirt. You can’t help but admire his physique as he towels his long brown hair. His body was a sight to behold. Muscles upon muscles, which made butterflies appear in your stomach. You always thought he was attractive, even when you first saw him. You desperately wanted to talk to him, but Nat showed interest and you backed down immediately. Then you met him and saw his true personality, which surprised you. Though he seemed to treat Nat well.

Bucky looks up and sees you staring at him. “Take a fucking picture it'll last longer,” he snaps, causing you to blush at being caught.

You quickly grab your stuff and quickly run into the bathroom. After a quick shower, you change into a tank top and shorts. You walk out into the room and notice Bucky was putting on shoes and a t-shirt.

“I’m gonna to sleep in the car,” he said.

You can’t help but get offended that he would rather sleep in the small car than share a room with you. You knew you had to find out his deal, but would wait until morning. 

“I-I mean I can sleep on the floor if you want. You don’t have to sleep in the car,” you say, trying to not sound whiney. 

Bucky looks up at you and shrugs. “It’s fine. Don't worry, us biker gang, poor city boys are used to roughing it. Be at the car by 5:30 am, or I'm leaving your ass,” he says as he walks out of the motel.

You can’t help but stare at the door after he leaves. You quickly pick up the phone and call Nat.

“Hey Y/N! Where are you guys?” Nat says excitedly. 

“Hey Nat, we're in Ohio, but close to the border of Indiana I think. Look Nat, what the fuck is going on? Bucky fucking hates me and is making me completely miserable. I've almost cried like three times already!” you say, frustrated.

“I’m sorry hun. I hoped maybe you would talk it out and get along. Just like you told me you wanted that night. But, like I said I'll explain everything when you get here. Just try your best to get along, please? It’s only temporary,” Nat pleads.

You can’t help but roll your eyes. Before you can agree to her she says, “I gotta go, Bucky's calling me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow!” and the phone disconnects.

–

You exit the motel, dropping off the key, and enter the car at 5:15am. Bucky's sitting there waiting for you. He doesn’t say anything after you buckle your seatbelt, just starts the car and heads off. You continue to think about how to broach the subject of his hatred for you. Maybe after you eat something.

“Did you want to get food, or just continue the trip?” you ask softly, hoping to keep his mood calm.

You hear him sigh, “Whatever,” he says dryly.

You don't know how to go on from here, so you just say, “Let’s just drive for awhile, we can stop further along.”

Over the next few hours, you listened to your playlist, while driving through Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. You wanted to stop in Chicago, but Bucky just wanted to keep going. He was acting very weird today. Didn’t snap at you, in fact he barely spoke to you. How were you going to ask him anything if you couldn’t gauge his mood. 

You were half way through Wisconsin when you finally stopped for fuel and food. You grabbed sandwiches and chips for you both, as well as some waters. It wasn’t long before you were on your way again. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and Bucky has barely said 3 words to you all day. You decided enough was enough. You paused your playlist and turned toward him.

“Hey uh...Bucky, can I ask you a question?” you ask hesitantly.

He doesn’t even glance at you. “You just did.” he said monotoned.

You roll your eyes. “Seriously.”

He rolls his eyes. “Fine, what?!” he snaps, obviously not in the mood.

You take a deep breath, “You mentioned yesterday that ‘you knew what I said’, and I was just wondering what you were talking about.” you say nervously.

He scoffs, “I’m not talking about this, especially with you,” he says.

You look at him annoyed, “I was accused of saying something bad about you, and I deserve to know what it is, so I can defend myself!” you say. 

Bucky sighs, “I really don’t give a shit what you have to say to defend yourself. You're nothing but a spoiled prissy princess who judges everyone, even before you meet them. I don’t know how Nat was even friends with you. You're not in the same category in anything; beauty, personality, anything! I just honestly don’t get it,” he says, like he is talking about the weather.

You feel like he just punched you in the stomach, and find it very difficult to breath. You've never had anyone say anything so horrible to you in your entire life. You feel a panic attack coming and you don’t know what to do.

“B-Bucky, you need to pull over,” you say breathlessly.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “I’m not gonna to pull over so you can throw a fucking hissy fit,” he says.

“Bucky pull the fuck over!!” You scream.

He looks at you and sees that you're very pale and breathing heavy. He quickly pulls over to the side of the road.

You jump out and run a few paces before falling to your knees, sobbing. You've never been so insulted in your whole entire life, and the worst part is, you don’t know why. You try to control your breathing, but it’s getting harder to do so. You feel hands on your shoulders and hear a voice but it sounds far away.

 “Y/N…. Y/N look at me.” Bucky says softly. You keep your eyes on the ground, trying to reign everything in. “Y/N, please… look at me, I can help you,” he says earnestly.

You look at him with wide eyes and meet his blue ones, which are currently full of concern and maybe fear. Bucky grabs your hand and puts it on his chest, where you can feel his heartbeat. He starts taking deep breaths through his nose and out through his mouth. You feel his breath on your face, as you continue to look into his eyes.

Before you know it, you’re matching his breaths. It takes about 15 minutes or so before you feel better, but Bucky keeps his hold on your hand. You let you eyes drop to your lap, continuing to breath deeply. 

“I…I’m so sorry,” Bucky whispers. You shake your head, not wanting to hear it. “I didn’t mean anything I said. I just…” he stops himself and takes a deep breath.

“The night that I met Nat in the bar, I was actually interested in someone else,” he says softly.

You don't move, continuing to look at your lap. “I, uh… I was actually interested in… you,” he says looking away, embarrassed. Your eyes shoot to his face, this makes zero sense to you.

“My friend Sam, I think you met him once, he went down to the bar to get drinks and overheard a conversation you were having with Nat. You were talking about me and my friends. Sizing us up and commenting on who you would go for. Nat made mention of me and you made a comment.”

Bucky scoffs at this and looks at you. You think back to that night when you and Nat first saw Bucky.

Flashback

You and Nat are sitting in the bar people watching. You hear laughter coming from a hightop table near by and take a look. You see a group of good looking guys, but one man stood out for you. He had long brown hair, the bluest of eyes, and a sharp jawline, and you were immediately attracted to him.

“Dibs on the long haired hottie,” Nat whispered to you. You couldn’t help but be disappointed that you and Nat were attracted to the same guy. Nat had just gotten out of a bad relationship, and was looking for someone to help heal her heart. You had been single for too long, and was ready for love. 

You decided that Nat’s need for love was greater than your own and conceded. You didn’t want her to know that you were checking him out, so you played it off like you weren’t interested.

You scoff, “I-I mean if you're into that biker gang, poor city boy type then go for it. I'd rather not,” you laugh outwardly, but inside you screamed at yourself. You've always put others needs before your own, and now your throwing the most beautiful man you've ever seen toward Nat. 

After 10 minutes you look back over to the table and notice the long haired hottie was looking toward your table, but you can tell he's looking at Nat. He eventually came over to talk to her, ignoring you, and then they left together that night. All the while you kept thinking that could have been you.

End of Flashback

You look into Bucky’s eyes with regret and sorrow. How're you going to explain yourself. It's no wonder he hated you, what you said was out of line and so judgemental. Bucky just watches different emotions cross your face. 

“Bucky… I.. I'm so sorry that you found out what I said. It was out of line, and I don't blame you for not liking me. But, you have to know that I really didn’t mean it,” you said, your voice waving from the tears that were starting to pour down your face.

Bucky scoffed at this, “Of course you didn’t. Isn’t that typical,” he says, finally letting go of your hand and walking a few more paces away from you.

You stand on your shaky legs and look at him. “Bucky, you have to let me explain what really happened that night, please.” 

He turns around and looks at you, anger and hurt evident in his blue eyes. “Why would I believe anything that you say? Huh? Why should I?” he shouts.

You flinch from his tone, but stand your ground. “Because you just made the same mistake I did. You just said things about me that you didn’t mean. I'm here accepting your apology, you should at least hear me out!” you shout back.

Bucky looks at you for a moment before nodding. “Okay. That night, I heard you and your friends laughing. I turned around and you were the first person I saw. I never saw a man as handsome as you." Your face heats up in embarrassment.

"I was immediately attracted to you from first glance. I so wanted to know you. I wanted to learn everything about you, and have you take me home that night,” you take a deep steadying breath.

“Nat called dibs," you said with a shrug. "Which I know sounds childish, but I conceded. She'd just gotten out of a bad relationship, and I didn’t want to stand in her way of happiness. So I had to play it off that I wasn’t interested in you, even though it was the complete opposite. If she knew, she would've backed off, because she is so amazing. So... I said those things to make her think I wasn’t interested, but my god I was. It’s killed me to see you guys get together. Even though you have said cruel and terrible things to me, I...", you pause wondering if you should say it.

"All I've ever heard from Nat is how completely amazing you are, and I can’t help thinking if I didn’t give up so easily… th-that maybe you and I could've been together. But I thought how stupid I am because you liked Nat, so...” you say this last part in a whisper.

You look up at Bucky, who is just staring at you. “H-how do I know that any of that is remotely true?” he asks.

You sniff and shrug your shoulders. “I told Nat the truth after she told me she was moving across the country, when we were drunk. She felt bad, but she doesn't know that I still have some unresolved feelings. Not that it matters because you hate my guts. You can ask her though,” you say.

Bucky looks at you for what feels like forever. You see the anger in his eyes, that slowly changes into something else that you couldn't quite read. His eyes continue to get softer as the minutes pass by. Before you knew it, Bucky was quickly walking towards you in long strides. He grabs you by the back of the neck and smashes his lips into yours.

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Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

Feedback is appreciated. Yes I have a thing for toxic relationships... sorry...not sorry.

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[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

tagged by @energievie & @deedala

name: ling

zodiac sign: virgo (that post says my updated sign is leo but shh we don't speak of it)

how many trips have you made around the sun? 13 days before i'm 18. i'm having an early birthday party with my family tho bc it's hard to get my mom's and my schedule lined up

what time is it where you are right now? 2:44 pm

what is the candy you wish you were eating right now? none of them

would you rather swim in a swimming pool or a natural body of water? pool ig bc i cannot swim

what's the last thing you ate? croissant, a cup of low fat vanilla yogurt, 5 orange slices, and 1 grape (i brought 3 but ngl i don't think grapes taste good anymore </3) an actual healthy breakfast for a college student wow

find the closest book, what's the last two words on the last page of the last chapter? "short poems" for my journal in creative writing class. we were supposed to write abt our experiences and expectations and i felt comfortable enough to say i write fics online and made friends from it (yet another person will know my dark secret 😔💔) funny enough i accidentally wrote on the last page but then copied it on the first page (honestly i still don't know which is the front or back) so technically you can read the same words but erased on the last page

what's the last scene of shameless that you've watched? youtube says it's the "'cause you're my husband" scene. idk if i even watched it in full but i've spent too long going through my watch history so i'm gonna go with it

what's the next song you're going to listen to? probably cleopatra from aristos: the musical, i'm so obsessed that i put it in my instagram notes

what scent is your body soap? i think it's triple oat?

what does your pillowcase look like? pink with palm trees and the words "sheng yu qin shi" on top and white on the bottom

when's the last time you did laundry? today bc i got my period 😬 i just finished folding the clothes and putting the fitted sheet on the mattress which i need endless amounts of praise on btw cause my muscles were working overtime

what does the sky look like where you are now? i can't rly see outside my window but sunny and blue

go drink some water and put any emoji here to denote completion of this task: 😁

was the name of the earliest childhood teacher that you can remember? mr. wilson my 3rd grade math teacher

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& @heymrspatel

[shiro-s2e2-erukinzu]

Anime only watchers and people who aren't caught up with the Manga, BEWARE... Cuz I'm about to discuss Spy X Family Mission 87... You have been warned...! 👌

[SPOILERS AHEAD FROM THIS POINT ON]

Man, it's been awhile... BUT WE'RE FINALLY BACK BABY!! 😆

And as I suspected, today's chapter turned out to be a pretty chill one...!! 😄 So let's talk about it, shall we? 😁

First off...:

WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE IS THAT FIONA (AND OR WISE!?!?) 😂 If I heard that someone fell from the fourth floor to the first floor, I WOULD'VE ASSUMED THAT THEY DIED!! 😵

(Also, Mr. Gorey from Mission 67 shows up, nice[?] to him again...! I guess... 😌)

Anyway, Mr. Gorey is there to drop off the medical files of the VIP patients, but then the "nurse" comes in to tell him to leave Fiona to rest, and I just as I suspected, the "nurse" was actually Handler!! 😆

It always nice to see Handler / Sylvia and it's also nice see how much she cares for her agents...!! 💗😊💗

We also get some confirmation that Fiona's training in woods might've actually saved her from being in even worse shape than she already is...!! 😆

I LOVE THIS CALLBACK!! 😆

After that, this happens...:

HAHAHAHAHA!! 🤣😂

This just confirms for me that Handler is the goat and can read her agents like a book!! 😖

After seeing what Fiona was up to, we cut back to the Forgers and...:

OH MY GOSH...!! THE PROGRESS!!! 💗😍💗

We're finally getting confirmation that Yor's cooking is GETTING BETTER...!! 🥹

I've been hoping since Mission 24 that we'd progressively hear about how Yor's cooking was getting better and better...!! But, that didn't really happen until JUST NOW...

...IN MISSION 87...!! 😤

Oh Endo, what am I gonna do with you...? 😌

Moving on, after breakfast Loid heads to his room to rest while Anya and Yor spend some time together...!! 💗🥹💗 Yor asks Anya if she had fun at the zoo, which of course she did, and shows her mama what she got at the zoo...!! And just like in Short Mission 3, Bond gets jealous...!! 😁

But instead of ripping up her new plush pal like he did with Agent Penguinman, he ruffles his fur to look like a lion to get Anya's attention!! 🤭

After seeing Bond look like a lion, Anya asks Bond to try to mimic other animals to varying degrees (Elephant Bond was not a success, while Giraffe Bond was... 🤭😂🤣 You get idea...!! 😁)

After that, Yor fixes Bond's hair brushing him and seeing how happy he looks, Anya wants to get her hair brushed as well...!! 💗

This just warms my heart to the highest degree...!! 💗🥹💗 (I am loving all this BONDing time between the three of them...!! 💗😭💗)

Then... The man, the myth, the legend; FRANKY RETURNS!! 😆

And Anya tries to have him get his hair did, but Yor declines because she thinks no one will recognize him...!! 🤣

Poor Franky...!! 😌

Finally, Loid hears the commotion and comes out of his room, only for him to immediately go back into his room...!! 🤣

And that was Mission 87, a fun return after a four week wait that honestly felt like forever!! Seriously, I don't know why, but the wait for this chapter really felt like we waited TWO WHOLE MONTHS instead of just one...!! 😵

Besides my horrible sense of time, this chapter was an absolute delight...!! 😊 From Sylvia and Fiona's interaction to Yor and Anya's mother daughter time (with Bond), I enjoyed it a ton...!! 💗😁💗

I'm excited to see what's next for our favorite manga / anime family, the Forgers and what Endo is gonna put them through!! 😁

But before I go, I'd like to do something that haven't really done before, recommend a series I've recently became a fan of...!! 😄 The series that I'm recommending is called Undead Unluck...!! I started reading it two Thursdays ago, and...

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT...!! 💗😍💗

It's about an undead guy who meets an unlucky girl that causes bad things to happen whenever someone touches her... The undead guy (Andy) wants the the unlucky girl (Fuuko) to give him THE GREATEST DEATH EVER, and then their journey begins...!!

I don't know if it'll be everyone's cup of tea (especially from just that short synopsis that I just gave 😅), but I think that if y'all just give it a shot and stick with it for a bit, you'll (hopefully) be enthralled by the amazing cast of characters, their development and the crazy world that they live in...!! 😁 (Or you could also just watch the anime for it that's coming out in October, but I still suggest reading as well...!! 😊👍)

Sorry to disrupt my usual flow of my reviews to promote another manga, but I honestly haven't had another manga that has grabbed my attention this much in recent years since Spy X Family and Chainsaw Man, and I just want more people to give a chance after I myself ignored it for years...!!

Anyway, that's all I'll gotta say because now I gotta go read Chapter 173 of Undead Unluck since I finally caught up to the series last night...!! 😁 So until the next mission, take care, be safe out there and be kind to one another...!! Later!! 👋😁

[ravetillyoucry]

PUPARIA

Chapter 15 - Simulation Swarm

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The detective wasn't the first Hosah Levi, and he definitely wouldn't be the last. The original, the blueprint, everything the shifter was supposed to be, that was his uncle.

Hosah's dad was heartbroken when he lost his twin brother. That was the Hosah Levi. There wasn't much to explain his disappearance. No body, no camera footage. Just gone without a trace. Safe to say, it was a closed casket funeral.

A sad, but common occurrence for shifters. You shrink in the wrong place at the wrong time, you're gonna end up trampled on, kidnapped, washed away by the rain, or all of the above all at the same time.  That was why Hosah's dad was so hesitant to let him take the job offer in New York. It was silly. His son was a grown man, he had his own place in Colorado with a steady job and a couple classes to go to in his off time, so why should he have to worry about being allowed to take opportunities?

The truth was, his father had always thought of him as incapable. Not in an insulting way, but in an infantilising, coddling way, which was arguably far worse.

Whenever they spoke on the phone, their conversations always ended sour with an argument, about how Hosah should quit and come home, about how he should call more because every day that passes by without absolute confirmation of his safety causes immense stress to his entire family, or just about anything they can think of on that particular day.

Today however, the argument was about coming home, as it usually was.

"It's just not safe out there. You know how long it's been since you last called? Three days. Hosah, you understand how worried I get, don't you? You know how much can happen in three days. It'd be so much easier for you to just come back to Colorado. Your room is the same as how you left it. Please." His father pleaded down the phone.

It was always the same two or three points with him. You're not like everyone else, you're a vulnerable person, you can't get around your own apartment on your own so how are you supposed to navigate the city, I'm scared for you, blah, blah, blah. Quite frankly, Hosah was bored of it. He'd admitted to himself that he wasn't going to be able to hack complete independence for much longer, but he'd never, ever, admit that fact to his dad.

With his phone balancing between the side of his head and his shoulder, the shifter tried his best to stay on the call as he painted away in the short time that Teddy would be out for,

"No- no I know there are risks," Hosah repeated words he'd said a thousand times before, "That's why I'm not.. living alone anymore."

He still hadn't told his dad about Teddy. In fact, he hadn't told his dad about anything that had been happening lately. He rarely did, actually, Joel Levi didn't need the added stress.

"You have a girlfriend?" That was another thing Hosah hadn't told his dad about. Or really, hadn't told anyone about. Asides from Jules, as she knew everything.

He debated his relationship status with Teddy before responding, "No, but I have a roommate. New co-worker. He's nice. I like him."

"A co-worker is who killed your uncle, you know." Father dearest reminded him. It was never actually proven whose blood the small red stain on the office floor belonged to, but Joel had his theories.

It was best to not bring up the uncertainty of the true events of his Uncle's death around his father. After all, they were twins. Connected at the soul, or something like that.

"Right," Hosah mumbled instead of arguing, a route he rarely went down now that he thought about it.

The other end of the line crackled before the voice was picked back up again, "-this guy that you've moved in with?"

The shifter could only assume the first word in that sentence was supposed to be 'who'. Putting Teddy into words was a difficult task, at least, if he didn't want to end up gushing like a school girl when talking about her latest hallway crush, that is.

"His name's Edward. Super tall, like, the top of his head brushes against door frames kind of tall. Italian. Red hair, met him like a month and a half ago." Hosah described, his lips instinctively curling into an embarrassingly wide smile as he spoke.

"And this guy," Joel began, static and all, "He's good? He helps you? He's nice, gentle, sweet, caring, all that?"

The shifters face flushed a slight red as his father listed off all of Teddy's best qualities, "Yeah, yeah of course." He clarified.

"I could probably do a better job." His father scoffed as he usually did. Nothing was ever good enough, whether it was washing the dishes or taking care of his son, he might as well just be doing it the whole time all by himself because nobody else could do it as good as him.

"Yeah," Almost on queue, the sound of keys rattling on the other side of the door cut Hosah and his father's conversation short, " I have to go, 'kay? Got stuff to do. Call me some time tomorrow or whenever you can and I'll pick up. Okay, loveyoubye"

The shifter rushed to end the phone call so he could firstly, cover up Teddy's birthday gift, and also greet him as he came through the door.

"Sorry, did I interrupt something?" Teddy asked from across the room, standing in the open door. Yeah. His head just about would've brush against the wooden framing.

How someone could look so effortlessly picturesque, Hosah would never know. The shifter stared for a moment, completely lost for words, just taking in the rather mundane sight in front of him. Teddy's pale face had been nipped by the cold breeze, it seemed, as his cheeks and nose were reddened, although a more pink colour than his scruffy, brownish red hair that had clearly been rattled by the same wind. He looked a little disheveled with his scarf lazily wrapped loosely around his neck and his coat missing a few buttons from being completely fastened. Still, even in clothes he'd thrown on in about half a minute, Teddy looked perfect.

Hosah had almost forgotten what his roommate had even said in the first place as he opened his mouth to respond, "Uh, no, no, I was just on the phone to my dad, actually."

"Cool." Teddy had gotten into the habit of stealing the shifter's favourite words and phrases, "Have you told him yet?"

Right. It was probably best to keep his family in the dark about his current situation, he didn't want to worry them, or, god forbid, endanger them.

"Wellll..." Hosah wasn't really sure how to word it in a way that his roommate would understand.

"I mean, you don't have to." The sudden shift in views left the shifter without knowing what to say, half expecting an argument to come out of the conversation. Teddy continued, "It's your business, and if you don't want to, or you're not ready, or.. Whatever reasons you have, you're not obligated to say anything."

"You're right." Hosah nodded.

"As per usual," The taller of the two muttered under his breath as he strolled up to his roommate, giving his blond hair a ruffle before pulling the head into his shoulder, or, more like his chest given their height difference.

It was the little and casual pieces of affection like this that drove Hosah crazy. He felt like a rabid dog with how desperate he'd become to experience the brief touches over and over again.

"Did he say anything?" Teddy asked, hand still cradling the shifter's head, their legs intertwining as they stood at an, in any other case, uncomfortably short distance from each other.

Although, since it was Hosah and Teddy, this kind of close proximity was just right.

Hosah thought for a minute, focused on fidgeting with the loose threads that hung out of his roommates thick, bobbly knitted sweater, "Mmm," He hummed, "Just the usual, come home, it's dangerous out there, you need someone to take care of you,"

"God," Teddy laughed, "If there's one person that doesn't need taking care of in this world, it's you."

Hosah looked up, the overhead light reflecting in the big black holes he had for eyes, "You think?" He asked, chin resting on the taller of the two's chest, as he couldn't quite reach his shoulder as his hips leant against Teddy's.

"Cmon. First time you were.. I don't know, shifted I guess, you made me a cup of coffee. I mean, I know I wouldn't even be able to make it from room to room if I were like that." Teddy hesitated as he got to certain parts of his sentence.

Hosah had never really known how to take compliments.

"Whatever," He scoffed, regrettably worming his way out of Teddy's cradle, turning his back to him as he tried to forget the much needed words of affirmation.

He was right, Hosah wasn't completely incapable, but that's not what he'd been told his entire life, that's not what he truly believed. All Hosah really thought he wanted was to find someone who would take care of him like the helpless creature he was, but even he knew that wasn't completely the true to his deeper feelings. His own heart and mind were things even he would never be able to fully understand. That was Hosah's problem. He'd spent weeks, months, years stuck on a goal, and as soon as he'd meet it, he'd realise he actually wanted the opposite all along. Despite how much it hurt to admit, his stalker was spot on. Hot and cold. If anyone ever saw Hosah sticking to his word without any contradictions, that was not him, and they were to eradicate this imposter as soon as possible.

"You know it's true," Teddy teased, following behind the shifter as he rushed into their now shared bedroom to find a shirt to put on.

A defensive snap he hadn't felt the urge to indulge in came rushing out of his mouth, "Then why do you.. I don't know. If I'm so capable, why do you insist on doing everything for me. You're not my crutch. Clearly I don't need my hand being held."

He regretted the words as soon as he said them, but the deep rooted anger and sadness Hosah held toward this topic got the best of him.

Teddy stood in an astonished silence as he leant in the door frame.

"Because I want to." The tall figure blocking out the hallway's light laughed slightly as he spoke, a laugh that said, 'Isn't it obvious?'.

"I want to take care of you. I want to make things easier if I can. Yeah, you're capable, but that doesn't mean it's not still nice for someone to go out of their way to help you. If I asked you to get me something from the fridge, you'd do it, right? You just... need to let me help you. I won't if you don't want me to, but you need to decide that for yourself." Teddy continued.

Right now, all Hosah wanted to do was to shrink down and sit in the giants hands. 'Yes, of course you can take care of me, you can clip my wings and tell me what to do, and I'd do it without question.' , he thought.

Hosah turned to face the towering figure, "I just.. I don't want you to see me differently, From now, to when I'm small." He explained, his voice much quieter, as if he had something in his throat as he spoke.

"I don't think of you differently." Teddy put it bluntly.

"That's easier said than done." The shifter shrugged as his eyes moved down to the floor as they usually did when he got apprehensive over something.

"Hosah." His tone had shifted, now much more stern, but not necessarily angry, "You're probably the one person in the world I have the most respect and admiration for. I'd be an idiot to think of you any less than I would.. I don't know, some highly intelligent Nobel prize winning scholar dude, doesn't matter if you're five foot or three inches."

"I'm five seven." Hosah corrected, stood with his arms folded and his head hanging low, clearly not having much to substance to carry his arguments anymore. That was the problem with logical people, they solved all your issues far too fast, not giving you the time of day to just be angry about it before finding a solution.

"Five seven, then. Like I said, doesn't matter. I.." Teddy lost his words, he sounded tired, maybe sad, enough to make the shifter feel guilty for the entire discussion.

"I love you, Hosah." Finally, after maybe three long seconds, Teddy spoke again.

What? Seriously? Hosah's brain moved at a hundred miles an hour, surely he couldn't have heard right, there was no way in the world. He tried to say something, but instead, all that came out were stuttering gasps. He could feel his face becoming hotter by the second as his eyes stayed locked onto the carpeted floor, unable to even consider lifting them to look at Teddy's, probably smug, face.

As expected, the figure by the door laughed at Hosah's pathetic attempt at responding,

"What, do your friends not tell you they love you usually?" Teddy smiled, moving in closer towards the shifter, placing a hand about the size of Hosah's entire head on his shoulder.

Of course, how could he be so stupid.

"No, it's just, I thought you meant it differently for a second. Ha-ha." The shifter tried his best to keep his cool, but his furrowed eyebrows and blushing cheeks gave him away.

The pale hand traced up Hosah's neck until it found its way to his face, cupping the burning cheek in its palm, the thumb caressing the smooth, tanned surface, which didn't fail to make it a much deeper red colour. The shifter stood silently, his mouth slightly agape, although still holding his breath with a sharp inhale of surprise at the touch.

"Well," Teddy spoke softly, smiling just enough for his crooked tooth to stick out from his top lip, "Maybe I do, in a way."

That was all he wanted to hear. The words Hosah had prayed would come out of his mouth from the moment he opened it. It all came together, after weeks of debating whether he even had a chance or not, he could finally answer all his questions. But, as a million cases in his head came to a close, around the same amount were opened right back up again, this time with more dead ends and false leads, leaving them to go cold with the lack of any kind of explanation.

"Don't mess with me like that." Hosah's head hung down, his hand barely able to wrap around the wrist of the man cupping his cheek.

Despite how hard his chest beat and how the butterflies fluttered in his stomach, he couldn't help but blink the tears out of his eyes as he feared it was all a big joke. An elaborate plan to make a fool out of himself, living the rest of his time with Teddy in utter shame and embarrassment as the awkwardness of their unreciprocated feelings hung heavily in the air, polluting the apartment until they'd both suffocate in the unresolved, unspoken and unmentioned tension.

"I'm not messing with you. I'm serious." And he really did sound serious.

There was no way, though. No way that someone like Teddy, someone so sweet and so gorgeous, could ever be attracted to Hosah. He wouldn't believe it no matter how many times he heard it. The shifter couldn't help but scoff, his grip tightening around the wrist.

"Hosah," Teddy's other hand grabbed hold of the other side of Hosah's face, lifting his chin with both of his thumbs until the brown eyes met his own, "It's true. Of course it's true. I thought I was being obvious with all the touchiness." He was laughing, but the shifter was still too discombobulated to see the humour in any of it.

"You're so confusing, I don't know what you think." Hosah gave his roommate a playful jab in the stomach, unable to say anything else about the news he'd just been told.

The feeling could only be described at euphoric. The shifter had felt like a monstrous pervert with what he'd been thinking of Teddy. His brain would start to sizzle and fry just at the thought of a time where his forearms were visible as he loomed over the shifter's shrunken form; to Teddy, it was probably nothing, but to him, it was absolutely everything and more. It was always these tiny details that had him the most worked up. Hosah didn't really care about if they were jacked or if they were insanely beautiful, although those were definitely bonuses, but he cared about nice hands, good, thick calves, broad shoulders, all the things that would come in handy.

"You don't get to talk about confusing, you've been giving me mixed signals since day one." Teddy pressed his forehead against the shifter's, the tips of their noses touching as they did, well, however long ago it was. The days had been blurring together lately.

It took much more energy than usual to stay regular sized. "That's just the way I am, I guess," Hosah smiled despite the rush of conflicting thoughts and feelings, as he grappled against his own body to keep the few inches he felt slowly draining from his body.

"You don't have to hold back, it's okay." It was getting quite obvious that the shifter was now standing on the tips of his toes, and Teddy always picked up on everything, even things Hosah would try his best to hide.

And in the blink of an eye, Hosah was back to his usual self. Although it wasn't exactly entirely normalised, the shifter felt the most comfortable when he was about this height. Three inches tall, a slight bit bigger than Teddy's thumb. It was perfect, he could slip and slink under the radar without anyone realising he was even there in the first place. Hosah had become used to being a shadow in the city, everyone is here because they dream big, being exceptional in your home town out in butt-fuck nowhere just didn't cut it here, and the shifter had come to accept that. He accepted it the moment he had to quit baseball because he just couldn't be a regular height for long enough, he accepted it when he'd finish a painting and still feel like he could do so much more, and most importantly, he'd accepted it when it had been told straight to his face.

There was no chance of him being a big shot out here, which is why it scared him so deeply when someone like Teddy saw him as he was, something special. Not just another face in the crowd, but an individual with good qualities and flaws, scars and all, he saw the shifter as someone worthy enough to fall in love with.

He didn't get it. Who was he in comparison to the giant that sat on his hands and knees over him. He was nothing, a weed growing from the cracks in the sidewalk, an inconvenient breeze that ruffled the hair of the passers by, truly forgettable and insignificant when compared to the likes of Teddy. It made sense why the police didn't bother with the almost a hundred letters, and why they didn't bother looking into his uncle's sudden dropping off of the face of the earth. People like him didn't even take up space in this world, making them all the more worthless. He needed to take a break from work, stop analysing every word his stalker wrote to him, as it seemed to really be getting to his head and psyche.

"I.. I don't know what to do now." Hosah admitted, finally looking up to see the giant face above him. This is what he wanted, but now that he had it, what else was there to look forward to?

"I mean.. We don't have to necessarily do anything." Teddy's voice was much more hushed, something he'd taken into account ever since hurting the shifter's much smaller ears.

Hosah didn't say anything, he didn't have the mental energy to think of anything useful to add. The pale hand which dwarfed him in comparison inched closer to the shifter's shrunken form. They were good hands. Almost paper white, although his knuckles and fingertips were still red from being out in the cold. Nice, large, gentle hands. It was all Hosah could really ask for. Teddy's fingers weren't like his own, they were straight, and cut off almost like perfect rectangles at the end, although they were anything but sharp and rough. His recollection of the digits seemed to be correct, as a bent finger brushed the same cheek the same hand once held in its palm. This was nice. No confrontation of their feelings, just silent touch.

"I didn't expect it to be like this." The shifter finally commented, leaning into the touch like it was the last time he'd ever receive it.

Although he wasn't looking at his face, he could tell Teddy had that stupid, goofy smile on his face that he always wore whenever he had a one-up on Hosah.

"What do you mean?" Teddy said in a quietened laugh. The shifter wondered what the pair looked like from a different angle, and how ridiculous the giant would be from a birds-eye sort of view, as he sat on all fours with his back bent almost inhumanly in order to get closer to Hosah in his new form.

"In the movies they.. I don't know, they confess their love and they kiss passionately and suddenly they've got it all figured out and it's smooth sailing from there. But I still have no idea. It's all the same, except, I guess some things have been... cleared up." The shifter rambled on with no control over what specifically he said, not that this was a problem when in Teddy's company.

"Maybe it's the kissing passionately part we're missing. That's the key," The giant joked, but with how he looked towering above the shifter, his hair cascaded forward, the overhead lamp looking almost like a halo from this angle, honestly made Hosah want to try it out.

The shifter gave a sigh of amusement, "Don't get too ahead of yourself."

"Right," Teddy inhaled sharply, second guessing himself before continuing, "If you want to go.. Really super slow, we should do that. I don't want to bring all of this onto you when there's a lot going on. I don't know. It feels kind of sudden, I just.. Said it, I couldn't really hold it in for much longer."

"It's okay. I don't think I would've really lasted either. Things don't have to change, we don't really act like just friends anyway." Reminiscing on the month, or, however long it'd been as it felt like years, that they'd known each other, Hosah realised just how couple-y they'd acted all along. He didn't know any just friends that held hands on the street or that held each other in the night.

"Maybe not," Teddy sighed, his smile softy spread across his perfect pink cheeks, a satisfied and content expression that told Hosah all would be okay.

And for a moment, it really did feel like everything would be okay. There was no stalker in the window, there was no sudden phone call of a case reopening, there was nothing, in fact. The city was unusually quiet, as if everyone and everything had stopped in place just for the two of them to have this moment.

The giant really was beautiful, Hosah thought to himself as he sat, leant back with his neck craned up to face the figure that towered over his shrunken body. A kind of once-in-a-lifetime, unforgettable type of beauty that one would dream about for years after seeing a glimpse of out of the corner of their eye, or in the reflection of a window, or when the train passes through a crowded station. The sort of face that would make you do a double take in the street, which people most certainly did.

It was all his little features that stuck out the most, especially at such an angle. His hair curled at the ends, clearly wanting to go into coils but either it wasn't long enough or it wasn't being taken care of properly to be able to do so. His cheeks were covered in small, dark freckles, as were his arms and his legs, and even his hands and fingers. Even Teddy's nose was perfectly sculpted, completely straight and symmetrical, unlike his thick, bushy eyebrows that Hosah itched to pluck at and clean up as he obsessively did his own. He wondered how far his freckles went down, if the giant had one on his stomach and chest like his own abnormally large and almost quite garish mole on his abdomen which completely dwarfed his belly button.

"You look deep in thought." Teddy commented, shifting from his knees to laying on his stomach on the carpeted floor. They could've just moved to the bed, as the sun had already long set; the creepy cat clock that hung menacingly on the crowded wall was just about to strike eleven.

The shifter stood to his full, minimal height, the hand making him look as small as ever in comparison. Each crevice of the palm fit perfectly into his own, as if they were two pieces of a much bigger jigsaw puzzle that needed to be put together to reveal the full picture. Hosah wasn't really one to believe in fate or a magical red string, but as his fragile body went limp against the flesh wall, each groove of his back being effortlessly supported by the- slightly calloused but still, blissfully soft palm, he thought for a brief second that this was just right. He didn't need the cabin by the lake, or his job at the detectives agency, he didn't even need anyone else in the world to keep him company, just Teddy and this moment would be enough for him.

Hosah thought about what the doctor had told him the previous day; a concept called the butterfly effect, that one seemingly small and insignificant choice or event can cause a long trail of consequences, completely altering the course of someone’s life forever. That theory seemed to check out, as from the clouded window, he could see the stars shone bright through the light polluted city sky for the first time in years.

[glitchyk]

Average day

DP Episode it takes place: none

Got bored so like… made another one of these, not an official episode, more like an in between chapter- basically y’all get fanfiction written of this but I’m too lazy to put it like in Quotev or some other shit/silly

Also yes it’s short I got lazy, take the filler, knave/j/silly

Just wanted to show you what a day can sorta look like

Favorite quote from the ‘episode’: “He wishes he was a twink” - Kay

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“—And than it like blew up!”

Kay was just standing in her apartment, unamused, as some odd substance was splattered all over the floor. She just took a sip out of the mug of chocolate milk, “…Okay then.”

Kai turned to Creak who was looming nearby as usual, “Can someone remind me why the child knows witchcraft?”

“I am not a child,” Edith huffed as she crossed her arms, a slight glare in their red eyes, “I simply slipped up on an ingredient, that’s all.”

Tabitha propped her legs on the coffee table, arms crossed behind her head, “At least it wasn’t on the carpet.”

“At least it wasn’t on the carpet.” Kay mirrored in a tired tone, man, it was too early for this shit. It was like.. two in the morning, great. “I think I’m gonna go back to bed.”

Kay than promptly phased through the nearest wall, going into her room, only to hear a gasp and get dragged back, “The fuck-“

“Woah kid- when were you gonna tell me you could do that?” Tabitha asked, to which Kay just shrugged.

“I knew she could do that” Lilith said, looking bored as hell as they kicked briefly at the spilt substance, “I just kinda forgot for a bit.”

“Okay but are we not gonna talk about how weird it is?” The older woman asked, looking around the room.

Creak responded in their ghost speak murmurs, Kay just gave them a look, “…Sometimes I forget it’s not really normal to be half dead.”

“I wonder why death let that slip.” Kai snickered and halfheartedly said, “Maybe they’re losing their touch.”

“Death- I- what?” Kay just mumbled tiredly, “dude I have school later.. I don’t know what the hell you guys are talking about.” She was just tired and had school later on today. “This is more confusing than when I took 17 Benadryl and was seeing the hat man.”

“The who-“ Kai started, only to have Kay go back into her room, god damn, they just wanted to drink their chocolate milk and vibe.

A ‘blob ghost’ made a little purr like noise as it nuzzled into the couch, Catpooto’s eyes dilated as they then attempted to pounce on one.. as usual.

Tabitha adjusted how she was sitting, leaning on the side of the couch as she suddenly remembered something, “Oh wait- did you guys hear what happened just like.. a couple days back?”

Kai shook his head, “I have no idea.. and I’d rather not deal with mortal affairs” he mumbled, the ghostly wisp of a tail shifting as he sat nearby.

“Pff, you’re acting as if you aren’t a deceased soul yourself.”

“Just spit it out.”

“Apparently some others slipped through the old man’s portal and caused some problem’s at Kay-Kay’s school. Some ghost kid dealt with them.”

Lee gave Tabitha a bit of an unamused glance, almost a glare. Kai chimed in, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree on his statement, why should we care?”

“Pretty gay that you can read him so easily.” Tabitha teased, she just was doing this to fuck with them, since she knew damn well how much they argued

“Go die- again.”

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“Jaaazzzzzzz” Kay groaned, head laying face first on the table in front of them, to which the redhead seemed unamused

“You know, you need to start having a proper sleep schedule, you’re not staying up all night on your phone, are you?” Jazz asked on her usual tone, as if she knew everything… not to say she didn’t deserve to use that tone, she was right a lot of the time.

“I’m fucking and balling it” Kay stated sarcastically, finger guns pointed at Jazz.

“..That’s a crude term.”

Kay rolled her eyes halfheartedly, unable to contain a small smile, “It means I’m just kinda going with the flow, miss psychologist extraordinaire.”

Jazz just nudged her friend in a playful manner, “You’re lucky we’re friends.” The redhead stated playfully.

“Yeah, I really am aren’t I?” Kay smiled a bit, Jazz giving a small smile back, Kay just looked into her eyes, that shade of blue.

For a moment, she was gone, she wasn’t in that place, she was in that white space again. Yet the floor this time was a reflection, she looked down and there it was, her ghost form she saw instead of human. Those eyes, two different blues, staring back up at her, Jazz’ somewhat reminded her of one of those blues. It still felt odd, looking and seeing that it was her.

Jazz noticed her friend zoning out, a slight frown on her face, she gently shook Kay’s arm, “Kay?” She could see the brunette’s pupils return to normal shape, focusing, as she did so. A slight frown, she was joking about the sleep before, but, Kay did seem kinda.. off.

“Oh, uh… sorry. I was studying all last night.” They threw out an excuse, it would probably be hard to explain to jazz, all this ghost shit.. especially with Jazz not believing in ghosts. And Kay didn’t exactly want to get thrown into a psych ward or be thrown oh a vivisection table by her friend’s parents.

Vivisection? Dissection? Yeah she didn’t know, technically being half dead, or would it matter which form she’s in, if it’s like, vivisection or dissection? Oh she’s not going down that rabbit hole right now.

Jazz, as she always was, seemed to be worrying over the younger teen, big sister complex much? She gave Kay’s arm a little reinforcing pat, “You can talk to me if you need to.”

Kay had a bit of a smile on her face at that remark as she nudged Jazz playfully, “You tell me that every day.”

“That’s because your fragile little teenage mind needs to be reminded.”

“I’m only like two years younger than you-“ Ah shit, that was the bell, “Anndd there goes study hall.”

“Nasty burger at 4?”

“Nasty Burger at 4.” Kay added sarcastically, “If I’m not asleep, see ya then. The two left, going to their respective classes, Kay let out a sigh, leaning against her locker for a moment.

“Fuck this seasonal prison, for real, man.” Kay grumbled to herself, she hated school, it just was so much repetition.. so fucking much. But.. it’s like the only non ghost interactions she had, aside from her legal guardian- basically this woman that checked up on her every now and again.

She didn’t want to go to class, it would be annoying to have to deal with the bullshit of math class, but at least she didn’t have that annoying of classmates… unlike in some classes, like when she was stuck in Mr.Lancer’s class, it seemed like half the people she could recognize by name were there, including some bitchy jocks, and girls that never stopped gossiping with some petty shit.

Geez, she hated that class, at least she got left alone most of the time. It was probably after she threatened to gouge someone’s eye out that they decided to shut the fuck up.

All she could do was wait until class was over, than she could hang out with Jazz, or just Kay down at home, even some annoying comments from her roommates were better than dealing with some of the annoying ass kids here.

Most of the time was just her doodling in a lined notebook, and the static in their mind slowly growing, eventually the noise of the teacher talking was just a dull noise, unfortunately, little moments like this were common, just disassociating in class… fun. Really damn fun. It helped the day go by quicker at least.

Her eyes snapped open again as she registered the bell ringing, looking down at the notebook, notes scribbled throughout it, just rubbing her eyes as if she was simply tired and it would go away. It would.. after a bit.

Next was gym. Fuck. Gym. She hated that class.. it wasn’t too bad, just walking around the gym over and over again basically. Fucking sucked to have some jocks in the class— at least, having someone like Dash in the class, what was mostly annoying was that he wouldn’t stop fucking around with others.

That was basically his personality at this point-

“Dash messing with twinky again?” Someone asked aloud, some people talking amongst themselves.

Kay huffed and stated, “He wishes he was a twink,” she added, “at least some people would like him. He’s really bringing the ‘dumb blonde’ stereotype up.”

“Pfh-“ Tucker snickered, only to see the Jock’s attention turn to him.

Sam had her arms crossed and stated plainly, “You should run.”

“Yeah I should run-“

Kay just went back into the girls locker room as the poor guy got chased around, yeah, she didn’t give enough of a shit about gym to be doing this, she grabbed something from her bag when she felt that odd feeling again, seeing what looked like a mist of sorts come out of their mouth, they looked around. That only happens when they’re at home, and when they saw ghosts, so they could only assume it detects ghosts, “Oh hell no..” they mumbled, yeah, it was going to be a pain in the ass if ANOTHER lunch lady type incident at school happened.

She looked around, it must be close, right? Not like all ghosts were bad, she should know with how many she lives with- but god damnit it was gonna be annoying if it was a malicious ghost.

There was a crash in the corner of the locker room, “HEY!” Kay shouted over there, she only saw a glimpse of something black and white in the corner of her eye, but when she looked.. there was just some toppled over supplies and bags. She groaned, “Nothing, I guess…” maybe the stuff that’s been happening recently was just getting to her head..?

“Yeomans! What’s going on in there?” She heard the shout of the teacher, grumbling under her breath.

“It’s nothing, just forgot to take my jewelry off like you said.” What was she going to say, ‘I saw a ghost’? Psh, these people don’t pay enough attention to the world around them, they’d think she’s crazy.

“Just another day..” she mumbled to herself, before reluctantly going back to the class.

[blkkizzat]

Hey lovely. Long time no anon! I've had a shitty day. Not from anything in particular. I'm just PMSing real fuckin hard and my body fuckin hates me so! The excellent news is that my book is almost finished (about 4 chapters left til major editing). The better news is that I am about to get myself wine drunk, watch a few episodes of the boys season 4. The most absolutely horrendous amount of smut in one night. That being said...

I'm thinking.

Which JJK man is the most sensitive to you having a shitty day? Like no real reason. Nothing happened. The day just sucked.

We all know it's Nanami. Buuuuutt I feel like Geto would surprise us. Like he seems like he doesn't really care about shit. And maybe he doesn't but he's phenomenal at faking it. Like Geto wants to relax with us. Make the day feel less shitty. So he runs a bath for two. With episom salts cause he knows how to make you feel good. When we get out. He puts lotion on us first. Helps us through a nighttime routine. Tells is it'll all look better in the morning. Wakes us up with cunnilingus and a smirk that said 'I told you it would look better in the morning'

- a very drained 🧠

awe 🧠, babie doll im sorry you are feeling worn down. we moon cycle twins though cause im pmsing too. had a bad headache yesterday, feeling better today tho so i hope you are too!!

omg i just finished the boys s4 like a week ago! be sure to tell me what you think once you're done, shit is poppin AWF lmfao.

but yas you know nanami has a sixth sense to our needs, that goes without saying. he already knows our favorite everything and has a plan on deck to make the remaining hours of the day wonderful for us.

Also i love your hc on geto because to me he also gives twin energy in the sense of he wants to relax and experience things with you, so y'all also have matching robes and pjs for after the bath.

choso will have puppy energy. so he will def notice almost as quickly as nanami but his way of making you feel better is to cling to you, reassure you, very vocally expressive and will totally lift you up in that way. he's also an empath so if you are crying he will cry with you and hold you so you just feel very much seen, understood and validated.

gojo i think he would be rather clueless. like it would take a few lackluster responses for him to notice but once he realizes hes definitely trying to cheer you up. no one can make you laugh like him so he's doing or saying something stupid and you're now crying from gut busting giggles fits rather than whatever went wrong that day.

toji is actually likely more perceptive than nanami tbh. the reason for that is because of body language shifts which he notices because of the uber enhanced perception from heavenly restriction. however the problem is he doesn't know what to do from there. he doesn't wanna come off crass and piss you off more. and if he makes a crude joke at an attempt at humor and you cry more that would be even worse. i think though sense he would be able to sense the tension in you and as his love language is definitely physical touch—he would likely wordlessly just pull you into his arms and give you a huge bear hug. you know how weighted blankets soothe people? like that. he's like a huge weighted blanket and he's not gonna let you go until he feels you completely relax in his arms. trueform!sukuna is just as perceptive tbh, he just doesn't care. i feel like he expects everyone to be as self-sufficient and self-regulate emotions by not expressing them (lol toxic) like he does. however he also knows everyone falls short of him so he will give you your space to mop, cry, etc. thinking you are weak so you just need to let it out. However, i do imagine if you'd been moping longer than usual or to the point that it annoys him, he will try to comfort you in his own way. i feel that would be the way of giving you something to do for him. sukuna probably figures you must be bored if you have the time to waste being sad. i imagine he'd make you read to him or maybe even have you draw him a bath which he'd consequently would just drag you into. or perhaps he'd just blend ur guts up on his two cocks... you wanna cry? he'd give you something to cry about.

tail floofs to make you feel better babes <333

[imprettytired]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 4:

Mammon's not an addict, or at least that's what he keeps telling himself, although he's almost positive that he wasn't like this before.

The past two weeks have been a mess. He tries his best to avoid his brothers, though it seems like they're trying their best to avoid him as well. His mind has been all over the place but once a day it jumps back to what his new friend told him.

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"It's about the pills you've been taking."

"Okay?" Mammon smiles though he is a bit confused.

"Look your brothers can't know about them okay? Not like you would tell them but you would be in some serious trouble if the prince or one of your brother's finds out about it."

"They won't. Trust me."

"I trust that you won't say anything but I don't trust your brothers not finding out."

"Okay."

"Also the first round of pills was free but your gonna have to start buying them from now on."

"Oh that's fine."

His friend began to smile.

"Alright then."

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Why would he tell his brothers? He finally found something that made him happy again, even if it's for a short while. Why would he ruin it?

Mammon decided to go to school today. Only because he has nothing else to do. Ever since the argument with his brothers his attendance has been spotty.

He's only shown up twice and both times he went onto the roof.

He got up and went to the bathroom only to remember that he took his last two pills yesterday morning.

He sighs as he leaves his room. He could already tell that today was going to be terrible.

Mammon's eating has been almost as spotty as his attendance though that's because he just hasn't been hungry, but today he realizes just how hungry he is.

He went to the dining room.

Whoever set up the table only put six plates down

"Oh sorry Mammon" Asmodeous said "I didn't think you would show up. Let me-"

"It's fine. I wasn't really hungry anyways."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep"

Mammon heads out.

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Mammon's reminded just how much he hated school as soon as he walked in. He thinks about just going onto the roof as he looks around. A flyer hanging on the wall catches his eye.

It was about a drug that's been terrorizing the devildom. It gave a brief description of some signs to look out for and a picture of the drug in it's many forms.

"So a new drug is causing demons to overdose?"

He laughed though he didn't know why he was laughing. It wasn't funny to him. In fact he was terrified.

He began to leave but just then someone spoke to him.

"Hey Mammon where have you been? You've missed all of the recent meetings."

It was Diavolo. Arguably one of the last people he wants to see.

"Oh yeah I haven't been feeling well."

"Yeah that's what Lucifer told me but your other brothers said you guys got into some sort of disagreement?"

"Yep. They said I stole something but I didn't and now none of them are talking to me. They wouldn't even let me eat with them."

To him that was the truth and it seems that to Diavolo that was also the truth.

"Did you eat anything?"

"Yeah."

"Your lying."

"I know. I'm just not hungry."

"You're still lying."

"I'm just really upset right now and the last thing I want to do is eat." Mammon snapped.

He was sweating and shaking. He rests his head behind him, covering the flyer as his head pounding so hard that he thinks that he'll either pass out or throw up. Probably both and Diavolo could tell.

"Maybe you should go home." He says more as a statement than anything else.

"That won't help."

"Then what will?"

Mammon almost blurt out about the pills but stopped himself. He felt like an idiot for almost thinking about saying it.

"That's because you are an idiot." Mammon started looking around rapidly. He has no clue who just said that.

"Mammon?" Diavolo said. He looks and sounds more concerned.

"It's just. I um-" He says something but doesn't remember what. Then he begins to space out.

When he finally snaps back into it. Diavolo was still there but now with Lucifer and his other brothers.

"I'm gonna just go home."

"Wait Mammon what was that." Diavolo said now sounding extremely concerned.

"What was what?"

"What you were saying?"

He has no clue what he told him.

"Oh nothing I'm just tired." It was a lie but Mammon left before Diavolo could ask more questions.

In that moment everyone was so caught up with Mammon that no one saw the flyer.

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Why isn't he answering?

Mammon's in the living room doing a variation of walking around and sitting on the couch while desperately trying to get a response from his new friend.

He was so absorbed that he didn't even hear his brothers coming in.

"Hey Mammon?" He heard one of them say.

His eyes shifted towards them.

"I found my-" Leviathan began but Mammon stopped him.

"If you're gonna say that you found your stupid crap in your room shut the fuck up right now. Everyone must have found their missing shit that's why your saying something."

He has no idea why he was angry. His brother was trying to apologize and usually he would take the chance to rub it in all of their faces.

His eyes shifted back to his phone. His reflection staring back at him.

"I fucking hate you."

The room went quiet. He's totally forgotten that his brothers are in the room with him.

"But you already know that, don't you?"

He got no response which only made him angrier

"Everyday I have to deal with you for no reason. And I, like everyone else, have wanted you dead for years yet here you are still living."

He finally got a response though he knew it was from his own head and not the Mammon he was looking at

"You know you can fix that right."

"MAMMON"

He heard someone yell. He snapped his head in that direction and remembered that his siblings where there.

His family looked mortified. Which made Mammon start laughing.

"Umm you?" At that moment he's forgotten Leviathan's name. In fact he's forgotten why Levi was apologizing to him to begin with.

"Its fine just ummm make sure you clean your room I'm not mad at ya'."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah sorry I guess I'm just sick. I haven't really been feeling well the past few days."

He looked at his brothers hoping that it was enough to convince them. Though he thinks that at most they might think he's drunk due to his slurred speech.

Actually there's no way they could tell. He's the exact same as before.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Maybe Satan was trying to be concerned but Mammon didn't like the accusation in his voice.

"I haven't slept all fucking week. I'm just tired."

"But I thought you said you were sick?"

Mammon didn't feel like talking anymore.

"Lord Diavolo said that you didn't eat today." Lucifer said.

Mammon hates that Lucifer only now cares that Lord Diavolo pointed it out.

"I'll live."

He got up and went to his room.

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While in his room Mammon finally got a response from his friend.

"Hey dude sorry I was busy. You can buy some tomorrow."

Mammon stared at the response. Just then he got a knock on his door.

"What ya' want."

"You didn't come down stairs for dinner so I brought you your food." It was Beelzebub.

"Just leave it there I'll get it in a second." He honestly didn't feel like getting up.

"Okay" there was a pause. "Mammon?"

"Hmm"

"I love you."

"Thanks."

He listens as Beelzebub walks away. He couldn't help but wonder why he would say that.

It was random, but for some reason it means a lot to him.

He began to cry

He didn't want this anymore

He hated this. He hated being high

But he didn't know what else to do.

"I'll see ya then :)"

Then he laid there and cried.

At least he'll be happier tomorrow.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Twenty four:Flying out

"Okay baby I'm heading out I'll try to come back tonight or tomorrow morning" she says kissing his forehead while he was still laying down"if you can leave today just come to the game" he looked pitiful it almost made her wanna cry. When she left her home Friday with all intentions on staying the whole week he had things planned he was pushing for her to come to the away game because he already had something planned with her Phoenix. It's Monday he would be going to Arizona today and she would be going ... back to her city.

She set up a zoom call with Liangelo's assistant and she had a meeting with her new clients Jonah and Lorenzo. She was finally meeting Jonah's partner even though she was pretty sure it was Lorenz. And lastly she had to meet with her boss.... Doing all of this the day she gets back was crazy and that's why she had to fly out at seven in the morning. Cause she had to make her baby's game he was looking too depressed and they needed to win.

Jayson glanced outside "it's still dark I don't want you in a Uber I'll drive." He was yawning before he could even finish the sentence "I gotta head out ... like in five minutes" YN had anxiety when it came to flights and being there on time.  he smiled "im just sliding these sweats on and taking you bae give me one second." He peed and brushed his teeth quickly. Walking out grabbing her bags from her hands and they started to go towards the car he grabbed the keys off the hook locking up the house.

They get in the car putting on seat belts and then he takes off towards the airport. "You'll call me when you get home right?" "You won't be sleep?" "I will be ... but still call you'll get there around nine right?" "Yeah if they leave on time" "and then what's in your line up" "I have my meeting with new clients at 10 then a zoom with Liangelo assistant at 11:30 then I have a meeting with my boss at 2." "You can try and get you a nap between those last two."

"Yeah I might be too nervous about that last one I've never been in trouble at work like what if she fires me" "baby you didn't do anything wrong grown men being petty got you in this situation it's your first issue at work they not firing you. You do too much for them" "what if they say I can't come to Boston anymore like to live cause they don't trust me... maybe that's why she's calling me in to tell me the bad news" "let's just hope not ... these four days straight have been better than any other ones cause it's really like we live together" she smiled

"I was thinking about that while I was getting ready to go... like what made this time different" "yeah it felt like you was never gonna leave ... in the best way possible" she smiled "I know what you saying baby" "so you'll come to Phoenix tonight? Game starts at seven I know you'll be tired but baby please" "ima try bae you know the plane ride is a little over four hours ... but I'll try" "that's all I ask"

YN ran the numbers in her head if she Ubers to her office and leaves her luggage in her office while she talks to her bosses. She wouldn't have to go back home she could just Uber or get Leslie to drive her... that would also give her time to catch Leslie up on the meeting. The meeting is supposed to be short so she should be able to leave by 2:30 if she leaves the city at 3....4,5,6. Getting there after six he'll already be at the game but she would still be on time technically.

"You think you can get the private jet to be ready at 3 and then have a car service at the hotel for when I get to Arizona? Like I'll be cutting it close but I might can get there" he smiled "yeah I'll call them right at 9" "okay thank you baby" "thank you too" she smiled and then he pulled into the departure lane of the airports "I love you I'll see you tonight." "I love you too. Call when you get home Fr" "i willl" She kisses his lips grabbing her luggage rushing to tsa.

She barely makes it through before they start boarding first class but she makes it. Once she's on the plane she sighs in relief. Okay good start to the day she thought.

The plane was partially empty it was no one else on her row and they were giving out orange juice and water. Once she landed Leslie picked her up. From the airport.

"Hiiii girl" "Hi Leslie thanks for coming ... breakfast on me" "oh shit I'm ordering everything rich lady" YN laughs. "Girl hush... how you been?"

" busy cause of this Mr.Ball situation writing statements and reworking contracts" "yeah sorry bout that" "he wasn't specific so what happened" "ummm long story made very short Jay punched Melo" "what!??!" "Yes girl" she sighs

"and since you his girlfriend you got punished" "pretty much" "it's was the company or Liangelo?" "Liangelo cut ties I don't even think he told Alicia and then" "why would Jayson just punch him though that seems out of character" "and it definitely is but you not ready for all of that and I can't even tell that story tbh"

Once they got to YNs house she took a quick shower and asked Leslie to order some breakfast. So when YN got dressed and out of the shower she expected food but smelled nothing.

"Leslie what happened" "well Jonah and Lorenzo wanna meet at a restaurant" "ohhh okay" "I'm gonna grab a muffin? You want one? I'm bout to pass out" "lol yeah chocolate chip is fine" "bet" YN goes into her kitchen looking at her muffins shaking her head she walks back out

"Um they're molded I have to deep clean this whole house. I was in such a rush on Friday I didn't even take out the parishable food" "well we about to meet them soon so we might as well just head out" "yeah I'm glad they pushed it to 10:30" "you riding with me?" Leslie asks "if you don't mind Doll😂😂 and if you could take me to the pj after my last meeting" "oh wow yeah just so I can see what one looks like" YN laughs "bet" they head to Leslie's car at 10:00.

"Why you don't invite me on your lil trips I won't bother you and Jayson" "you wanna come to Arizona today?" "Don't play with me yn" "I'm serious we're only staying for a day and then going back to Boston tomorrow morning.... And I can show you arounddd and I can show you were my new place is gonna be we do have a fundraiser to go to tomorrow but like we should still be able to hang out" "you not moving in?" "With him?! Nooooo not yet" "and why not" "I haven't even met his son in person ... I would prefer that before just springing this on him" "but his son is only there half the time" "yeah but still and idk if he's even ready for that"

"well I do wanna come with you" "okay but you gotta come to the game" "of course ... I guess I'll just run and get my stuff after I drop you off at the office for your zoom meeting" "sound good to me see ask and you'll receive" YN laughs "ima ask for everything now ... I'm surprised Jayson ain't called yet" " oh shit I was suppose too call him let me do it now"

YN calls and it rings and rings and rings so she hangs up calling right back. "Baby it's after ten you were supposed to call as soon as you landed" "your phone on dnd" "baby you ain't call me until just now" "I know I was just saying"she smirked "mhm how was your flight" "pretty good it was empty me and Leslie are heading to our meeting now" her way of telling Jayson that she wasn't in the car alone "well okay baby I have the jet waiting for you at 2"

"babyyyy they'll have to wait cause I said 3" "I know but something in my heart told me to tell them 2 I did say you might get there after three so don't feel like you gotta rush they expecting some time" "okay baby thank you I love you and um Leslie is gonna come with me" "to Arizona? And Boston?" "Yeah I wanna show her around my part time city and she wants to come to the game" "okay I'll make sure y'all get the passes and tell her I'll get her a room by us so she don't have to worry bout it". "Tell him thank youuuu" "Leslie saysss thank youuu and are the passes on my phone? " "yeah it's on your phone bae and of course I gotta make sure your friends like me so you'll stay with me" "boy... when are you heading to the team plane" "right now" "did you eat?" " no I didn't ... and I'm feeling it right now"

"your mom had left overs in the fridge" "damn you Fr?" "Hella that's the whole reason she came over for five seconds yesterday ... she said it was your favorite" "you got me tempted to turn around" YN laughs "sorry baby I thought I told you" "I think you did I just forgot this morning with everything going on" "well she'll make you some more I'm sure" "hopefully or you gotta learn how to fix it" "I have too?" "I'll appreciate if you do" "it won't be your mamas tho I don't have time for that" "for what?" "Nothing mamas boy"

"I don't expect it to taste like hers" "you say that and then I fix it for you and you'll be like this shit nasty af" "I don't talk to you like that stop performing for Leslie" YN laughs even louder "baby that's not what I'm doing" "I'll see that ass tonight ... once I get settled I'll get her room stuff and send it to you" "okay baby once again thank you I love youuuu" "I love you too see you soon" "see you soon baby byeeee" "bye bae" YN hangs up

"You got me hype" "good you wanna do something after the game?Cause k think he just has a little dinner planned for us but you can come" "I'll probably be tired and you should be with your man... I'll catch back up with you in Boston" "I don't ride the team plane with him so you can just ride with me" "oh? Really?" "No... I don't think I can. I've never asked😂😂" "interesting" she laughed

"I couldn't imagine being on the plane with all those men" "shit I can!! Walking down the aisle to all those giants" "girl bye" YN laughs She parks the car. "I'm just saying" "I get you girl"

They head into the restaurant to find Jonah and Lorenzo and just like YN thought it was Lorenz. "Damn his partner fine too I'm bout to work for them" Leslie smiles as they walk over "please be professional" "I'm just saying ... or you so in love you don't see nobody else" "that's correct" "whatever bitch" YN laughs again

"Hi Jonah nice to see you again ... hiiii Lorenz" "ouu Lorenz do you two know eachother?" Jonah asks Lorenzo smiles "yes I've had the pleasure of meeting YN before how are you?" "Great I'll be even better once we get started on this deal ... also this is my lovely and always helpful assistant Leslie" "hi nice to meet you two" she smiles bashfully

YN yawns "it's only 10:30 already sleepy?" Lorenzo asks her she smiles "I was on a red eye because you guys are my main priority" "I like that" "so what do you need from us do that we can help you better" Jonah asks "well in a perfect world I would like to construct a list of everything we need to do and then split it up... but that doesn't work" "why not" "well all the jobs aren't equal some are so time consuming plus I need you two to give me deadlines with all these projects"

"Well we have that written out already I can email it over to you later today" Lorenzo states "great! And I was thinking we could rate the jobs like what's the most time consuming and what's the least time consuming and then break it up from low moderate and high and thennnn chose from each"

"that makes sense to me YN ... but you have all the connections" "which Leslie will send you the information and just casually drop me in the conversation within the first three minutes" they all share a laugh

The rest of the meeting went well food was good conversation was great and they got a lot of planning done. Next they rushed to the office so YN could make the zoom meeting. Once it started YN was shocked to see Gelo behind his employee. But she straightened her face and went straight into bite the bullet she apologized for not knowing the personal situation and she apologized for what happened she apologized for everything she could think of and then she offered to pass his buisness to the next employee ... shockingly they agreed. YN thinks it's because he didn't want to pay the contract fees but she'll take it as a win anyway. And now it was 1:00 she glanced at her mini fridge standing up she grabs a water. When her bosses knock on her door.

"Come innnn" YN says melodically "hiiii we just got the good news nice work glad you were able to solve the problem any suggestions on who would should pass it too?" "Um possibly Hannah... I think she also works well with more known clients"

"well I'll definitely keep that in mind.... Now to the real reason we came in here we have a corporate meeting at 2:30" "and we just remembered you're supposed to be off soooo" they glanced at eachother smiling YN speaks up "so?" her heart was racing and breath was heavy.

"We're duiscusing numbers and everything but our bosses have been talking about opening up a new office in a different city ... they asked us who we thought would be a great fit. And we recommended you.... And of course they approved" YN smiled "really?" "Yes and guess what city it's in?" "Where?" "Boston" "really!?!!" "Yes YN" "I cannot even describe how thankful I am you guys won't regret this at all" "we know now we're gonna make a big announcement on Friday so don't tell any coworkers before then except Leslie ... because hopefully she'll go with you"

"so with my current cases" "you'll discuss with your clients if you can be virtual and fly to them when need be it'll be a case by case then .... But in the new building you will be the boss you are officially a partner" "wow thank you guys really!" "Well we're gonna let you head out enjoy the rest of your vacation see you next Wednesday" "of course have a great day guys" "you too!!"

YN couldn't wait to tell Jayson. He would be so happy .

.

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And then doubt set in ... what if he doesn't want her that close. Sure he's buying her a place up there but it's only for a limited amount of time originally she wasn't supposed to be there alllllll the time... hopefully he's happy for her and doesn't think they're moving too fast.

Leslie rushes in knocking her out of her thoughts "I'm ready when you are" "I'm ready now... look at Jayson being right cause it's only 1:25 we're gonna get to the jet by 2 so we can get there early ... yayyy" "yeah if you hurry up"

Leslie laughs

Once they got off the jet Jayson was there to pick her up much to her surprise. "Hiii baby" "hi bae... hey Leslie" "how are you here" "you know with all your planning you forgot ... we ahead three hours back home." She laughed "wow I feel slow" "you shouldn't it gives you extra time baby. It's five our time but it's only two here. You left early and everything" "yes but that's good... I'm glad you made it" they finally get in the car after he puts the bags in the car.

"Leslie your room is right beside ours" "oh ok thank you Jayson" "bae..." "yeah?" "It hadn't even been 12 hours and I was missing you really bad" "I missed you more Fr" YN smiled "should I tell him the good news now or later Leslie?" "Nah tell him right now" YN laughed she only wanted to tell him now because if he didn't like it he wouldn't say that in front of Leslie but YN would still be able to tell if he was genuinely excited or if he was freaking out.

"yeah tell me now" "so baby .... It's so good I'm getting my loft in Boston because I got a promotion at work and...... the company is expanding to Boston they want me to be the boss over there" "bae that's so great I'm proud of you" "so you'll go out there and win for me right?" "I try my hardest everytime" she smiles "so when we get in you're taking your nap?" "Yeah ima try too" "okay we might go shopping or something since we have all this time" "be careful out here" "always baby" he glances at her

"and be on time for the game" "yes sir.... You funding my little trip?" He laughs loudly. "That's how you asking me?" "Can you pay for my shopping spree baby?" "What I get for that?" "To see me in the clothes duh" "dang I was gon give you 2 thou till you said that" "babyyyy" "mhm?" "I want 3 thousand i have to look out for Leslie too. And then really I need four cause what if I see something for you... maybe I should just get the card instead of you zelling me " he laughed shaking his head

"I'll give you the credit card" "hmmmmmm okay baby" "and what do you say brat?" "Of course ... thank you baby" "get me something fly too not just no small shit" he laughed "of course I always look out for you. "

The driver pulls into the hotel room letting them out Jayson grabs a thing from the lobby loading their bags onto it and a bell hop grabbed it from there bringing it up to their rooms.

YN took a quick shower putting on some new clothes and then she headed straight to Leslies room.

Jayson was already sleep soundly so she grabbed the key. "Open up its meee" YN says and soon enough Leslie opens the door smiling "I've never been to Arizona before" "honestly me either.... I figured phoniex had to have a dope ass mall though." "Let me look one up ... we ubering?" "No same car service" "they have a mall but they also have outlets... what you wanna do?" "We can probably get more at the outlet" "bet let me put on my shoes and then I'll be ready" "okay boo I wanna be back here around 5 so I can get ready for the game and I like to see him at shoot arounds" "sounds good to me"

*time skip*

They tried their hardest to make it to every big name store but time wasn't on their side. However they had more than enough stuff. YN had bought Jayson a new wallet from coach and few more gold chains.... One had her name on it one had (your initial) +J it was childish but she thought it was cute enough to get away with and honestly if he didn't wear it she would. She of course got some more clothes and few pairs of shoes and plenty of purses. And now they were back at the hotel. She texted Jayson to let him know they were back and he should text her when he was awake.

"I can't wait to see this game I feel like it's gonna be fun Fr" Leslie says "thank you for coming friend Fr like I'm glad you asked cause I would've just been in there sleep with him." They shared a laugh. "Well good for us both and now you gotta brand new outfit for the game tonight" "idk if I wanna wear it.... I bought it as kind of a laugh like a joke" "YN you look so cute in it tho... so yeah it's corny but he'll love it side it's you" "with the white coach heels?" "Yupp and wear your hair up and do curtain bangs" "Leslie I'm trusting you..." "and you should it look cute on you I think everyone will appreciate you supporting the team ya ass looks great" Leslie laughs

"we gon see... but he just texted so I'm give him about ten minutes to get his self together and then ima go get ready" "okay sounds good to me" "what you gonna wear?" "This?" "Absolutely not you gotta at least wear a cute shirt with some jeans" "what's wrong with my sweats" "girl they five sizes too big and not in a cute oversized way" "I just wanted to see where your heart was ... my fit over there" Leslie laughs pointing to the window seal YN walks over. "Ooooou supper cute" "thank you.... Ima hop in the shower and I'll just come over when I'm done getting dressed" "okay boo"

**Leslie outfit

* YN outfit with white heels

*time skip

The game was in full affect and Jayson was playing his ass off. Grant Williams was being a hell of a play maker and showing major defense. YN couldn't ask for a better game to watch with her friend. The tension was high and the game was close because play offs are right around the corner every players heart was out there on the floor . But YN had nothing but faith in Jayson and clearly he was hot tonight she don't know what would calm that man down after they were done winning.

*time skip*

After going into double overtime Derick white made the game winning play two seconds before the buzzer. The crowd jumped into the air the vibe was electrifying YN knew right now Jayson wasn't going to sleep anytime soon it was just too much adrenaline.  He glanced at her smiling. She blows him a kiss and he taps his lips before getting pulled away to do a interview.

Leslie was in complete shock. "Glad i get to go to Boston with you when we move cause I need this energy all the time it's crazy in here!!" "Nah Fr like whew" "you think I have time to run to a bathroom?" "Mhm I'll wait right here" "okay bet be right back" Leslie walks off.

After his interview he came looking for his girlfriend finding her in the stands he kissed her deeply. Making YN shy it was PDA in front of every single person her mother could be watching at home. He pulls away slowly. "I love your outfit tonight....we gotta get you one that just has my name on it though I don't wanna share" He says on her lips kissing her again she moans.

"Yes" she says softly trying to keep from moaning loudly he pulls away after kissing her again. "I gotta get back to the locker room but go ahead to the room.... Change and be ready we stepping out tonight. Okay?" YN nods her head.

"Come closer" "yes baby girl?" "After that performance and coming over here kissing me and my extremely long day I need some before.... And after our date daddy"she whispers in his ear "I'll see what I can do" he starts to stand up she kisses him again "no teasing tonight daddy please" he smiles "since you being so vocal ... be ready for all that... I gotta go. I love you" "I love you too"

After he walks down the hall Leslie comes back. "You talked to him yet?" "Mhmm  did you decide what you're doing tonight. Cause he's still talking about a date " "uh.... No need to figure out .... I think I have a date too" "huhhhhh!?!" "Yeah with one of his teammates I don't wanna say yet so don't ask who and don't guess. He saw us together and assumed I was good people" "good job Leslie" "I mean when in Rome." "Alright let's head out and get ready for our dates.... Name or no name I want details tomorrow on that plan" "yes of course"

As they head back to the hotel Leslie opens up Twitter to see Jayson trending. "Jayson is trending" she says looking at YN "he usually trends during and after a game.... Good or bad" Leslie clicks on the trending topic "or for kissing some girl... when tf this happened" YN looks at the phone laughing "Leslie that's me!!!" "Oh shit they don't think it's you. Everybody saying you got the boot"

"this shit gets exhausting like Jay claims I don't have to clear everything up but it's hard not too" " people are noticing you was sitting there before... but again when did this happen" "when you went to the bathroom" "mmm well girl you know it's you it doesn't matter" "let me just post pictures of me In The dress and on the court."

"Courtside wit a bad bitch" her caption said it all without explaining anything.

Once they got back to the hotel YN helped Leslie pick out a outfit for her date. She put on a dress and some heels  that she had got from the outlets that day. After she was dressed they went into YN room to help her find something.

"What's the date?" "He only gave one hint... he said artsy... in my head I was thinking of something like a dark blue something" "do you have anything dark blue" "I don't even know what I packed" YN laughs they rush over to her bags

"Which one?" "Both sexy af" "maybe he'll chose for me I can't get dressed right now anyway" "why?" "Cause he gotta fuck me before we leave" "why?" "Because I need it" "oh you said it like it was ritual or some shit" Leslie laughs

"no but yeah he played so well it does something to me... but at the very least turn your location on and let me know when you get in cause we don't know this city and I don't know the man you're going out with" "let me do it right now and give you piece of mind" Leslie picks up her phone "ooop he's here" "turn that location on while I'm watching Leslie" YN says sternly

"done can you see?" YN checks her phone as the room door opens Jayson says something but neither of them could hear fully "yes I can see go have fun" "okay mom" Leslie rushes out the door saying hey and bye to Jayson

"What did you say bae I didn't hear you" "you had me thinking something crazy" "like what?" "you asked Leslie to join on our fun" "I don't share your dick it's too good" he laughed "good this dick only for you" he kisses her picking her up "what are you wearing tonight" "something so chill" "I picked out two dresses" she whined

"cool I wanted you to dress up" he moves his thumb up and down her panties  "oh okay" he lays her down moving her panties to the side "we don't have much time ... you wanna argue about outfits or you want a quickie you choose" "... a quickie please" he smiles pullng his pants down just enough to slide inside her her eyes closed immediately. He kisses her lips when he began to talk he kept his mouth close to hers

"We can do both if you want... you wanna argue wit me? Hmmm?" She grabs his hand placing his thumb on her clit he moves it away "ughh you're purposely not doing things that I want" "well ask for it then" " rub my....." "say it ... now" "rub my clit please" her cheeks became red "why are you shy" he slowly began rubbing her clit he smiled

"ohhhh fuck... faster" when he listened her head hit the headboard serval times but she didn't care if anything she love it "That feel good?" "So good baby please don't stop" he could feel himself getting close so he pulled out eating her pussy to give himself more time. "Bet that will shut you up" he groans she whines. "Jay...." "What?" "I'm so close please finger me too" "you're being direct?" She bits her lip "I'm trying" he smiles doing it

"like this?" "Yes" she says while losing her voice she gently grabs his head redirecting him to her clit as she slowly grinds when she gets closer his free hand grabs both of her hands pinning them to her stomach. "Oh baby that's perfect please don't stop" "wanna cum on my dick? Because we gotta leave soon" "ughhhh" "tell me... right now" "I wanna cum from your mouth I wanna...ughhh pleasee I'm so close don't...." once she said that he made his mission to make it happen and it did quickly he kisses up her body sliding inside her

"we don't have time to play anymore. Once I cum we're gonna put on our clothes and head out ... you hear me?" Her back arched and her eyes roll in the back of her head "yes daddyyy" "fuckkkk you feel so good" he groaned in her ear "baby I'm so close again let me cum with you please" "shit" he says softly "please baby....." "mhm ima wait on you" she smiles "right there right there right thereeeee" "like this?"

"Just like that oh fuck I'm Cumming—Jayson pleaseeeee" she whined completely shocked at herself for being wrapped up in the moment she lost it before she intended to suddenly his movements got a little faster and little sloppier. "Cum inside me Jayson" he smiled kissing her forehead "I'm cumming right in this pretty pussy... feel good don't it" "so good I love you" he kisses her again until he was empty and he slowly pulls out "I love you too get ready please" he fixes her panties.

"Which dress?" She says trying to catch her breath He glanced down "you got that one wet so I guess the other one" he laughs "I meant to get it off the bed... damn... the other one was sexier" "yeah but this one will be nice for where we going I would've choose it anyway" "nice to know"

" you ready?" "I'm gonna put my hair up" "no I like it down" "it's all flat in the back" "let me fix it" she walks over to him and takes the time to fluff her hair. "It's really the little things with you" she says while looking up at him "what you mean" "most men would've just let me put my hair up.... But you care about the details when you were visualizing this date ... my hair was down" "you right... i like your shoes by the way" "they're new you should" he smiled holding the door for her they leave the hotel at 10:30.

*time skip*

"Come this way for me" "before I even go in here—" Jayson cuts her off "no baby just experience this I know you're grateful and thankful and you love me" she stared tearing up "okay as long as you know" "you ready?" "Yes" he grabs her hand guiding her towards the building.

When they walk in she was mesmerized. "You out did yourself with this one" "I try" "I thought they closed at nine" "they do... but I'm Jayson Tatum" "I love you baby" "I love you too... let's walk around"

They enjoyed their time walking around slow taking pictures and making memories but now it was time to get back to the hotel. On the way back in Leslie texted letting her know she was already in for the night.

*time skip*

She was on the desk with her legs spread and he stood in between them kissing her slowly. He had a long day she had a even longer day... but she still wanted more of him. However he had already crashed from the adrenaline high and was sleepy.

"Gotta get up early" he groaned while kissing her "so you wanna stop?" "I don't want to but we need too" "okay baby" she kisses his lips again about to get down he holds her close making her laugh "Jay?" "Hmm?" "You said you need to stop" he licks his lips "yeah" "so let me get ready for bed" "I don't want too" she smiled "okay we'll stay like this for a little while" he holds her tightly kissing the top of her head completely zoned out and comfortable in this moment with her.

She felt safe and at peace right now. It almost made her grateful they weren't having sex as bad as she wanted it five minutes ago she loved that she was still getting intimacy without having sex.

He groans causing her to laugh. "Bae?" "Did you have fun tonight?" "Yes the museum was beautiful" "good I figured we should do something out here since I got you dealing with the bullshit tomorrow" "what bullshit?" "The party" "why is that bullshit?" "I'm just going for looks... after twenty minutes we can head out" she smiles

"maybe you'll have fun since ima be there and your friends" "it's a our first party like that Fr" "I know .... It seems like we've done everything" "not a vacation" she lifted an eyebrow "after you get your championship ring maybe we can plan one" "I like the way you talking.... So about Leslie" "yeah?" "We putting her up at the house or?"

"Damn I haven't even thought about that baby I can find her a hotel it's your house so it's up to you" "she can stay with us if you think she cool people then I'm fine with it" "I might hook her up with YFB (friend from Boston) and they can go out while we at the event"

"and you can tell her the good news" "exactly .... They'll have fun together" "definitely" "anything I need to look out for at this event tomorrow? Groupies? People who hate me? People who hate you?"

"Bradley didn't say how big it's gonna be or what but he did say it's industry and it's a black tie gala ... that mean it can be anybody from any entertainment industry" "he's raising money right?" "Yeah it goes towards his foundation" "ohhh okay it's all making sense now like I know you would go just cause it's Bradley and he's like a brother to you but I can feel that you don't wanna deal with anybody else there" he smiles

"you're right baby but like you said you'll be there we have fun with eachother" "you think Ella will come?" "Doubt it ... if he's inviting music people it'll be like Jay Z and Diddy" "ohhh okay" "you scared to be in the room with her?" "No baby I actually feel sorry for her" "I might regret asking this but why" "well you could've down played the sex but I don't think you did and  it just didn't sound good and as a woman even when you know it's not you. You question yourself you made her cum but you didn't cum and then you didn't leave me" "she didn't want me to leave you" "she did ... wether or not she said it... trust me baby"

"enough about her" "definitely... but anyway let's get ready for bed so we can be up and ready for check out." "I love you" he kisses her lips letting her go "I love you more"

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

an awkward encounter

summary: its a small house. 

WC: 906

warnings: kinda gets a bit steamy (🔥) (poorly written tbh) and just cursing.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

was gonna do a different version where there were three different encounters: nancy and reader, jonathan and steve, and then steve and nancy. but that might be a separate post in the future. kinda wanted this longer, but whatever, its fine.

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June 14, 1985

“Hand above the shirt, sweetheart.”

The smirk on your lips stopped the scene, “aye aye, captain.”

And that just caused Steve to groan and you to laugh at his annoyance with the phrase, especially during this current moment.

Both of you lay atop the bedding, Steve under you with you straddling his waist, knees digging into the mattress. Steve is shirtless, but wearing sweats, while you’re wearing an oversized shirt, but no pants, only your light blue underwear peeking out. His hair was sticking out and twisted in different directions from the pull of your fingers, even your hair was falling freely around your face, Steve using the opportunity to tuck strands behind your ear every few minutes.

Both your smiles could rival the sun that was shining brightly outside your window, cheeks starting to ache from the nonstop tug. Skin buzzing and tingling from the trail of electricity left behind by each other's caressing touches. Bellies started a gentle fire, slowly building in intensity as the kisses got deeper, more lust-filled, the hands holding skin more firmly.

Steve’s hands started to wander below the seam of your shirt, fingers resting just above the band of your underwear.

“Thought we were keeping hands above the shirt, Harrington?” Kisses trailing along his jaw, his head moving to give you more access.

“I’m not a very good rule follower,” his hands slithered further up, resting on your waist.

Your lips were set in a groove, one they’ve memorized over and over again, dancers doing their daily routine. Soon Steve’s tongue slipped into play, a sign telling you he was getting more heated by the minute and you couldn’t wait for the coming dance.

Steve took the lead and grabbed at your shirt, silently asking for permission. You pulled away and lifted your arms above your head, your shirt thrown to the floor and your bare chest was on display.

“Beautiful,” Steve voiced, your heart rate picking up a beat or two with a slight heat forming on your cheeks. You didn’t say anything further, not knowing how to take compliments and just wanting to get back to indulging in Steve.

One of Steve’s hands tangled at the back of your hair, keeping you close, while his other hand slid further and further south until the tips of his fingers were buried under the underwear's waistband. You shuddered a breath as his fingers teased you, stopping just above where you needed him. He was being a fucking tease and you weren’t having it.

“Steve, if you don’t put those fingers where I need them right now… this will end early.” Your breath skated across his agape mouth.

“So bossy today, aren’t we? Thought you liked foreplay?” He reached for another kiss, but you pulled away.

“I do like foreplay, but also, this is my house. Privacy isn’t always guarant-” Steve stopped your talking short when his fingers dived in.

Your hands on his shoulders kept you from collapsing atop his chest, back arching causing your chest to stick out even more. Steve moved the hand from your hair to one of your breasts, giving a firm squeeze before pulling away, licking his thumb and forefinger and returning them to your nipple and twisting. A low moan was pulled from your throat with your head thrown back. Moving your right hand from Steve’s shoulder, your hand touched his cheek before moving to his chin. Your thumb tugged at his bottom lip, then pushed in just a bit, enough for your nail to run along the bottom of his top teeth.

“Ste- Steve, oh, right- right there.” You moaned and sighed as his fingers moved in and out, working their magic.

“Doing good, baby?” His deep voice added fuel to the fire.

You couldn't respond, only nodded your head when a moan was ripped from you. 

“Steve-”

“Oh god!” A voice yelped.

Your eyes flew open at the intruder, arms instantly covering your bare chest. Steve ripped his hands away from you, allowing you to fall off his lap and onto the floor with a dull thud. You peeked over your bed and at your door, taking note that Steve rushed to get under the sheets. With the door closed, you looked for a shirt and threw it on before rushing to see who it was, hoping it wasn’t Joyce.

You only allowed a crack to see who was on the other side, Jonathan with his back leaned against the wall with his hands over his eyes.

“What the hell! Haven’t heard of knocking?” You screeched.

Jonathan just sighed, “I didn’t think. Steve’s car wasn’t in the yard and the music was pretty loud… I need to flush my eyes.”

“For the love of- what was so urgent that you needed to rush into my room?” Your exasperation showing.

“Honestly nothing, I wish I actually had something. Just scared myself for nothing.” He ran a hand through his hair, “I’m just- I’ll be in my room.”

He rushed to his room, “at least we’re even!” You blurted out.

Jonathan just sighed again before his door was shut behind him. You closed your door and took five steps back to your bed. Steve had a sheepish expression plastered across his face, cheeks and ears burning red from embarrassment.

“Even?” His brows were raised.

“Walked in Jonathan and Nancy one day,” you shivered, “the image just flashed before my eyes.”

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