#I drew this for my friend who gave me 6$

[bitter-rayjay]

[endennnope]

oh man, I missed Abel. I love your other OCs too, he's just been on my mind these days.

nooo but i feel that AJKBKJSCB he means sm to me bc hes my oldest OC (in terms of creation, not his age) and the amount of gg i have drawn is massive compared to my other comics (i pumped out so so many chapters, i was rlly having sm fun (but also used it to heal) when i drew it as a teen) - when i drew the dresses thing recently and got to him there i was hit w how much i missed my rascal ughhhh (its been 6 months).....

[lizardho]

One of the weird things about growing up me is just the increased lack of social awareness sort of slowly reaching a crescendo in junior high. I remember getting picked on a lot more as I got older and older in elementary school, and the bullying started hitting in a weird way in Jr. High. Like, my knowledge of age-appropriate things had finally capped out and I was just entirely oblivious to the fact I was being picked on. Sometimes people made it easy, like the kid who told me my mom made me wrong, but sometimes it was harder. I do have some interesting memories from that time, though, and a lot of them are centered around a very small group of people who were willing to explain things to me. I remember in 7th grade I met a girl in a math class who was incomprehensibly kind to me. She wanted to be a special ed teacher, her older and younger brothers were both on the autism spectrum, and she was friends with all the emo and goth kids, so she was like the perfect storm of patient kindness and anti-establishment knowledge I needed. I remember one day walking out of math class after a fairly hard quiz, and she said,

“Oh man, that quiz was hard. I could really use a hug.”

An I responded with, “Oh, yeah, a hug would be awesome.” And then we just kinda sat there until I saw the light flick on in her brain, like “Oooh, that’s what her deal is!” and she said “Hey, can I have a hug from you?” and I said, “Yeah!” And gave her a hug, and like, even if I didn’t know what my deal was, she sure as hell did.

In addition to being absurdly kind, she was also EXTREMELY conventionally attractive, good at makeup, funny, and had an insatiable bloodlust for bullies, so she drew a lot of a certain type of people in. I always kinda felt lucky just being her friend because God only knows how I would have lived otherwise. One day we were walking to an assembly and she did a little jog to catch up to me because my confused gay ass always walked SUPER fast, and she got me to slow down so we could talk and that was VERY kind. And because of that, one of the kids in our class who had a HUGE crush on her and didn’t know the next thing about her thought that if he made me look mad enough or dumb enough or something that she’d stop talking to me and start talking to him. So he starts by coming up to me and saying,

“Hey dude, I fucking fingered your sister last night.”

And I am a bonafide grade-a dumbass who Does Not Know What Sex Is so I thought he meant he fingered her for a crime. But my sister was like 5 so I was like “What crime could a 5 year old commit?” so I was like “What do you mean? Like, shoplifting?”

And to his credit, he kinda stopped for a second. Not because he wanted to, but because with all his experience as a bully he had yet to encounter someone quite as earnestly confused as me. After he recovered from what, to him, was a bizarre crazy-person non-sequitur, he said,

“No, dude, I mean I fingered your sister last night.”

And I said, “Dude, she’s like…5, what could you have fingered her for?” And he was doubling down so he goes “Because I fucking wanted to,” with a big cocky smile on his face, which was NOT an answer to my question because I NEEDED to know what crime this dick thought a 5 year old could commit between 6:00 dinner and 8:30 bed time. So I kept asking, “But like, what was the crime? Like what did you finger her for?” and he kept being like “Because I want to” or “Because your sister’s nasty like that,” both of which were wholly insufficient answers. He thought I was ignoring him or stupid, and I thought he was a total moron, and realistically both of us were right.

And the whole time we’re talking about this, she is glaring daggers at him and telling him to Shut The Entire Fuck Up because she knows what he’s saying and she knows I do not and she doesn’t want me to learn like this. And finally, because he thinks she’s doing that thing that girls don’t actually do but that boys THINK they do of feigning being mad to play along and egg me on, he starts looking at her like they’re in cahoots, and she says “Oh my God you sick jerk just leave us ALONE!” and that gets a teacher’s attention. And suddenly he’s red-faced and confused because he thought he was looking like Chad Thundercock the top king stud of all time and realistically he’s looking more like the comedy relief pseudo-bully from an 80s film. And because she yelled at him to leave us alone, a teacher almost immediately comes over to check on what’s going on, and she explains it all in graphic detail and that kid got detention and probably a tension headache from trying to make his brain think good enough to figure out how all this happened. And once it was done she just grabbed my arm by the elbow and said “I’m so sorry about that, come on, let’s just go,” and I said, “Idk why you’re sorry, I don’t even know what’s going on.” And she said, “I know, sweetie, I know. Do me a favor and don’t look it up.” And because I promised her I didn’t end up knowing what fingering was until I was a Sophomore in high school when someone in theater explained it to me and I was retroactively so mad at this kid I almost went blind.

I actually have a LOT of stories about this kind of stuff so if y’all like this I will post more.

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 4

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy, seizures and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

"I still can’t believe that you aren’t freaking out!?"

Lizzie didn't even bother to open her eyes at that question.

She was laying sprawled out on the massive garden swing her father had built nearly two decades ago, with Mara curled up on her stomach like a massive judgemental heating pad. It helped some against the muscle aches that her latest seizure had left her with, and not really at all with the the feeling of tiredness and like she had been hit by a bus. 

Which was the reason why she was laying around on the garden swing and not actually help her father and Tasha’s mother with their…weekly gardening. 

Tasha poked her and Lizzie just sighed. 

 Tasha was completely and utterly unapologetic about interrogating her and Lizzie wasn't in the mood to actually answer her best friend slash pseudo sister slash whatever the heck you called the daughter of your godmother when your father was also her godfather.

Their little family it was, even when it wasn't the most normal one. Lizzie's father and Aunt Lou had grown up down the street together...had gone to school together, later on to university...and had been best friends all throughout that. They had each gone on to get married, and had Lizzie and Natasha weeks apart. Tasha's father had been died when she had been 2...and Lizzie's parents marriage had spectacularly imploded by the time she was 6 and after that...well. It had always been just the four of them.

"Because I'm not freaking out," Lizzie finally said with a deep sigh. She was trying to take another nap, but Tasha's incessant questions weren't exactly helping.

"You should be freaking out," Tasha said, completely disregarding Lizzie's need for peace. "Lando Norris, formula one driver, is reading your book!“

"And he's probably just reading it as a curiosity," Lizzie said, trying to rationalize things. She didn’t think that lando was actually going to finish the book. Romantasy was not the kind of things that a guy like Lando Norris would read for fun…and maybe that would make their eventual break up easier.

Even when there was a part of Lizzie that was melting about the fact that he had wanted to get Mara a gift for her birthday.

Still.

She drew her fingernails through Mara’s short chocolate brown fur. 

Tasha, however, wasn't having any of it. She gave Lizzie an unimpressed look. "Did you miss the part where Oscar Piastri is also reading it, because his girlfriend loves your series?"

Lizzie opened her mouth to respond but Tasha wasn't done yet. "We are talking about two formula 1 racers, who probably have tons of friends and maybe even more formula 1 drivers who are reading you book! They might even recommend it to the rest of the grid! And you don’t care! Who are you and what have you done to my Lizzie?!"

Lizzie couldn’t help but laugh at that, opening her eyes to look at Tasha energetically gesturing, blonde hair flying around as she twisted to look at Lizzie. 

"Maybe I am freaking out a little bit," Lizzie admitted drily. “I just don’t have the energy to get all animated right now.”

Tasha harrumphed. “This is like the most interesting your life has been in years!“ Tasha said brightly. “First cafe guy, now F1 drivers that read your books! How is cafe guy by the way?”

"Fine," Lizzie said vaguely.

Tasha noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Just fine?" Lizzie could see the beginnings of a smirk in Tasha's eyes, and she already knew where this was going.

“He’s traveling for work,” she answered truthfully. It wasn’t a lie…and she wasn’t ready yet to admit to exactly who she was dating. She was pretty sure that Tasha was going to have a heart attack if Lizzie came around the corner with “Oh, you know the guy I am seeing? It’s Lando Norris.”.

“He saw me posting for Mara’s birthday and is now insisting that he’ll get her a gift,” Lizzie said softly. 

Tasha's eyebrows shot up. "Wait, seriously? He's buying a gift for your dog’s birthday? That’s the cutest fucking thing I have ever heard."

Lizzie nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, can you believe it? It's kind of sweet, actually."

"It's definitely sweet. So sweet that I am gonna throw up," Tasha agreed, a knowing glint in her eye. "And it definitely doesn't sound like just a fling to me."

Lizzie pressed her lips together at that.

“Uh oh,” Tasha said drily. “What’s going on in that head of yours Lizzie Lou?”

Lizzie sighed. “It’s not like it matters.”

“Why wouldn’t it matter?”

Lizzie hesitated again, scratching Mara’s ears as a distraction. “It’s just… my mum left when she couldn’t handle my epilepsy. If she couldn’t stick around, how can I expect anyone else to?”

Tasha’s whole face scrunched up in immediate protest. “First of all, fuck her. Second of all, that’s not on you.”

Lizzie shrugged. “Maybe it’s not fair to put that on someone else, though. What if I love someone, and then they realize it’s too much?”

Tasha poked her in the forehead. “Then they don’t deserve you.”

Lizzie let out a humorless laugh. “You say that like it’s that simple.”

“It is that simple.” Tasha flopped onto the swing beside her, throwing her legs over Lizzie’s lap. “Look, I stick around. Mara sticks around. Your dad sticks around. My mum sticks around. We don’t do that because it’s easy. We do it because we love you.”

Lizzie slumped against the swing cushions. "I know, I know. You all love me. But that's different."

Tasha rolled her eyes, reaching down to whack Lizzie on the head. "Don't be an idiot. It's not different. Not one bit. We love you, and that's why we stick around."

"But it's just you guys," Lizzie argued, her voice muffled against the pillow, she buried her head into."Family is different. This is like, romantically sticking around."

Tasha scoffed. "Oh, so family love is stronger than romantic love? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Lizzie lifted her head to give Tasha a look. “No, you idiot. It’s just...it’s different, alright? Family is supposed to stick around. It’s like...a given. Romantic love...is supposed to be fun, and easy, and not have all these...issues.”

Tasha rolled her eyes. "Oh, right. Because the perfect relationship is one where nothing ever goes wrong and everything is sunshine and roses. That sounds like a load of horseshit to me.”

Lizzie groaned, burying her face into the pillow again. "You know what I mean. Obviously, relationships aren't always going to be easy. But...epilepsy isn't just a minor issue. It's a pretty big deal. A lot to handle."

Tasha ran her fingers through Lizzie’s hair, her touch surprisingly soothing. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like epilepsy doesn’t complicate things. Of course it does. But you’re acting like you’re some kind of burden, like you’re less deserving of love than anyone else. That’s bullshit, Lizzie. And you know it.”

“It’s just a shitty deal for anybody to take,” Lizzie mumbled. “He could have any other girl, any other girl that doesn’t get seizures, that doesn’t need a service dog.”

Tasha smacked her upside the head again, harder this time. “Shut up. God, you’re so bloody stupid sometimes.”

Lizzie winced, rubbing the spot where Tasha had hit her. "Ouch, that hurt."

Tasha snorted. "Good. Maybe it’ll knock some sense into you."

Lizzie huffed, shoving Tasha’s legs off of her lap in retaliation. “I’m just being realistic here.”

“No, you’re being pessimistic,” Tasha retorted. “You’re basically assuming that this guy is going to run away as soon as things get difficult.”

“Well, what if he does?” Lizzie asked, her voice small. “What if he realizes that I’m not worth it?”

Tasha rolled her eyes. “Then he’s a total idiot, and he doesn’t deserve you anyway. And there is a million other good guys out there who would happily take his place.”

“I don’t want a million other guys,” Lizzie grumbled, feeling like a petulant child. “I want that one, I think.”

Tasha gave her a sympathetic look. “I know you do. But you’re sabotaging yourself before you’ve even given him a chance. Give him credit, yeah? Maybe he’s not as shallow as you think.”

Lizzie sighed, knowing that Tasha was right, but still feeling scared. "But what if he doesn't get it? What if he can't handle it when I have a seizure?"

Tasha shrugged. "That's a risk you take with any relationship, epilepsy or not. But you won't know until you give it a chance."

Lizzie opened her mouth to protest but Tasha cut her off. "Shut up. Don't give me any more of your stupid reasons. You just need to let it happen, alright?"

Lizzie rolled her eyes, but deep down she knew Tasha was right. "Alright, fine. I’ll try. But if it all goes to crap, I’m blaming you."

Tasha grinned. "Oh, I’ll gladly take the blame if that’s how it goes. But I think it’ll be fine. This guy already sounds way nicer than any of the guys you’ve dated in the past."

Aunt Lou’s laughter rang through the garden and Lizzie turned to watch her father and aunt laugh about something or other. They looked younger like that. Carefree. Unburdened.

“You think they’ll ever figure it out?” She asked Tasha with a sigh.

“Nah. They’ll be living in denial in 40 years when we visit them in their old people’s home,” Tasha said drily. “You know. Still having biweekly scrabble nights and making each other playlists filled with love songs…and sharing a vegetable garden.” 

“Girls! What are we thinking for dinner?!” Her father called loudly as he helped aunt lou to her feet.

Tasha shot Lizzie a small grin, her eyes glittering with amusement. "Think we can con them into ordering takeaway?"

Lizzie snickered, the tension in her shoulders relaxing at the familiar banter. “Worth a try. You do the talking.”

“Always do,” Tasha said with a mock salute. She hopped off the swing, grabbing Lizzie’s hand and tugging her up as well. “Come on. Let’s go get some pepperoni pizza.”

[starkeyvhs]

no. 1 party anthem

come on, come on, come on

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pairing: drew starkey x tennis player!reader

synopsis: After so much hard work and effort, 18 year old Drew gets an opportunity to attend a fancy film camp in Boston for the summer leading up to his freshman year of college. Going to a camp for three months where phones are strictly prohibited means leaving his family and siblings behind, and also, his best friend behind. His best friend: a force to be reckoned with on the tennis court, and a witty mouth to complete the puzzle of her existence. His best friend: the one he’s of course so in love with, but is too scared to admit it to her. But, when he comes back from camp, he finds out she’s leaving for a college in Europe on a prestigious sports scholarship. He barely catches her leaving: just when she’s getting into the cab for the airport. Words are stuck in his throat, and his deep love for her lays heavy in his mind, but fearing it’s too late, he doesn’t say anything, and lets her go.

Now, it’s 2024, and he’s attending a christmas eve party which is also a high school reunion. He spots a familiar face, and he realises it’s her beautiful best friend from back in the day, the one who now is a professional tennis player with her own WTA ranking. They both begin talking again, and all his emotions come rushing back like a waterfall, but it turns out, she’s got her own story to tell. Will Drew be able to finally take the chance to express the feelings he’s wanted to as a teenager? Or will the chance slip from his fingers again?

warnings: high school au; reader has a smart mouth but is very loyal and friendly; friends to lovers; angst; so much pining; + more to be eventually added!

word count: tbd

CHAPTERS INDEX

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taglist: @oxpogues4lifexo / @inthelibrarybtw / @mileyraes / @totalswag / @chenslucy / @mariamadison6-blog / @snowtargaryen / @htlkira / @wearemadeofstardust0 / @percysley + let me know if you want to be tagged for the future parts!

tagging a few moots: @runningfrom2am / @zyafics / @ilyrafe / @nemesyaaa / @ladyinbl00d / @jjsbank444 / @b1mb0slvt / @maddsxfall / @congratsloserr

before the moment's gone

edith talks: I'm dedicating this one to @ilyrafe, who let me yap all about this fic and even gave me ideas on how to add more to angst :) love you gabi! and to everyone else reading this, hi, welcome to no. 1 party anthem, I hope you enjoy reading this <3 i initially don't have more than 5-6 parts planned, so I hope in no way I exceed this limit.

[writerbugg]

Good Luck

Platonic Yandere Dc x reincarnated Reader

I made this a bit ago so have mercy :,)

Wattpad

Summary : Y/n, who recently taken an interest in the DC universe, finds themself in that very universe after a little roadkill accident.

Prologue, Chapter # 1 (you are here), Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Never feel guilty for starting again. - Rupi Kaur

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

It had been a few hours since Y/n had awoken, she felt like she was in shock. She could remember walking back to her dorm from the public library. She had picked a random comic from the comic section, deciding to venture from her usual picks.

She could remember the bright headlights barreling towards her, the pain, her breath slowly slipping from her...

Y/n doesn't know is she can look at a truck the same way again.

"What do you think could've caused this Lois? She was completely fine yesterday." A man with inky black hair and deep blue eyes paced around the kitchen, his brows furrowed in frustration.

The woman next to him, Louis, placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort her husband. "I don't know Clark, it's strange."

Y/n sucks in a breath, she was in the DC universe.

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'...I didn't even get to finish playing through Fnaf.' Y/n thought as she watched her 'parents' talk. Sighing, Y/n recounted her situation, she could remember her past life perfectly, but she drew a blank when she tried to remember anything from this life.

In all honesty Y/n was on the verge of a panic attack, still coming to grips with the fact she died. Not only that, but out of all the universes to be reincarnated in, Y/n was reborn into one of the most dangerous universes out there. Why couldn't she just be reincarnated in a chick flick?

Louis had her arm around Y/n, holding her close and trying to comfort her. She was saying something to Y/n, though nothing really registered.

Justifiably, Y/n didn't feel like talking to anyone.

Clark sat down in front of you, gently taking your hands in his hands. "Y/n, can you tell us what could have happened? Anything at all?" Y/n shakes her head no. She chose not to mention her past life, something in her gut told her to keep it to herself.

Clark sighed disappointedly, "I guess I'll have to call Bruce." He seemed grimace when he mentioned Bruce's name.

That's never a good sign.

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"What do you mean 'No' Bruce!?" Clark yelled at the billionaire, who was trying to calm down and reason with the hero.

"Clark, I just think you're going a little overboard, let me take her back to Gotham. I can use my computers and resources that are stored in the bat cave to figure out what's wrong." Bruce explained. "We don't need to summon the Justice League for this." Bruce's brow furrowed at the stubbornness of the alien.

Off to the side Y/n watched the interaction with morbid curiosity. Though you agreed that calling up the Justice League was a bit... over the top. It was still strange how Bruce seems reluctant to interact with the Justice League in general.

Wonder why that is.

Clark runs a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. "Why would I let my daughter go to Gotham, for all I know, this is some excuse to experiment on her kryptonian side. Find out more weaknesses," he all but snarled, "or get her killed, just like Jason!"

Clark pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't trust her with you, not after..." He shakes his head, turning away from Bruce.

Louis had left your side to talk with Clark, allowing Jon to take her place.

There's some silence, before Jon decides to speak. "...I think you should go." He says. Y/n tilts her head towards him, brow raised. "I gave a friend there, Damien." Jon begins, "he's told me all about Bruce, I think they can help you."

Jon blushes a bit, "Plus, Damien is the most trustworthy guy I know, if you ever need help, he'll be there."

Footsteps approach you both from behind, turning to look, you both see an irritated Clark approaching you. "Well, she doesn't have a choice. She isn't going." He huffed.

"..."

"Clark, do you want her to get the best treatment or not?" Surprisingly, Lois spoke up this time. Sighing, she took Clark's hand.

"Bruce won't betray our trust, plus she'll be in one of the most protected places in Gotham, getting the best treatment she could ever get. I think we should let Bruce take her until we figure out what, or... who caused this."

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Y/n and Bruce sit in silence.

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Chapter 2

[comingdownwithme]

Can we see more of Jeff and Toby also is Ben and Ej I’m the comic of not what are your headcanons for them??

Jeff and Toby have always been my favs since I was a kid, so you'll definitely be seeing more of them!

As for the comic, the whole thing is more of snippets and peeks into my interpretation of Creepypasta instead of a solid, sequential storyline, so not a whole lot is concrete, and I won't be posting a whole, fleshed out comic since it's very time consuming. I'm definitely sure Ben and EJ would show up though, especially during Jeff's directionless wanderings

Anyways, Woe! Headcanons be upon ye!

Eyeless Jack

Jack Nyras is a man just trying to survive after he had been left disabled and transformed from putting his trust in the wrong people. Even as the demon contorts and shapes it's host as if it were trying to fit itself it's host's own flesh, Jack remains conscious, all too aware of what is happening to him and the dizzying, maddening hunger that drives him forward

He's gone from a 5'6"-ish guy to a whole 6 foot something of a man after the incident. The demon disfigured and stretched his body to "make itself at home", though it isn't too obvious with his shitty posture and what he wears

He used to go to medschool and was about to graduate as a Valedictorian.

He carries a roll of surgical knives in his hoodie pocket! (My best friend gave me this idea :)))

Burn scars over his eyes! Hot tar does that to you ig, and it harmed him enough to last despite his new form's accelerated regeneration

He's still sane enough to have morals (or at least, he believes he's sane enough), so though he isn't exactly picky, he prefers kidneys since his victims would usually survive with only one, and he strikes at night when his "patients" are sleeping

He's good friends with Jeff (even if neither would admit it, ESPECIALLY not Jeff). They first started out as seeing each other as nothing more than "easy body disposal" and "free meal provider", but each time they bump into each other, they've began to get along past their perceived usefulness

BEN drowned

An angry, vindictive spirit that's been freed from the confines of where he had been sealed. Even still, he can't remember his own face, so despite his newfound freedom, he had taken the form of the model he had been using during his digital imprisonment to manifest. He now wanders the world, vengeful and curious, yearning for a peace he might never get.

His face is stuck between 2 expressions: the calm, neutral look of the elegy of emptiness (which is his usual), or a more expressive- albeit heavily distorted face- during moments of heightened emotion like anger, sadness, etc. Nothing changes from his expression, not even his mouth moves.

The latter is also a reference to how fans usually drew Ben, along with just... .EXE characters in general-

His clothes are always soggy :(

He can manipulate and change his physical form, but the binary scarred into on his calf stays no matter what he does, whether that be changing forms entirely or removing the limb from his "model", in which case the binary moves elsewhere.

Ben is telepathic. He can choose who can understand him at any given moment, whether it be a group, a pair, or a singular person. Everyone else outside of the conversation could hear only gargling, wheezing and coughing.

Avoids areas where water is usually found in large amounts. I.e, lakes, rivers, bathrooms, etc.

[a99jazzybean]

Why do we Keep Playing These Games?

Chapter 7: Panty Thief

Ch.1/ Ch2./ Ch.3/ Ch.4/ Ch.5/ Ch.6/ Ch.7/ Ch.8/ Ch.9/ Ch.10/ Ch.11

synop: College TA au

Jayce Talis... He's your unrequited sworn enemy. You are the object of his obsessive affections. After discovering your disdain toward him, He decides to win your heart... Through playing games. Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. You'll take him up on the bet, but what will happen if he wins?

words: 5.5K

includes: jaycexfem!reader, pervy!jayce, angst, fluff, yearning, smut, masturbation, panty sniffing, panty kink, betting

a/n: I love pervy Jayce y'all, it's too good

Jayce sighed, turning his head away to think. How much did he wish to push you on this? It seemed like every time he could step forward, you would shove him right on back. No, he couldn’t risk you holding out on him again. 

“I just want, no, I need you to know that I’m here for you.”

Sniffling, you nodded softly.

“I know.” Your teeth worried over your bottom lip. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to be. Here, I mean.”

He gave you a soft smile, wiping away a stray tear on your cheek. 

“Why do you think I don’t want to help you?” 

“Because I’ve been an ass to you for the past four years?” You thought it was obvious.

“Meh, water under the bridge.” He waved you off. “You haven’t run out of time to be my friend, y/n.” 

“You seem to shrug things off quite easily.” A soft smile was growing on your face.

Good. That’s exactly what Jayce wanted, to make you happy. He would do what he needed to keep you happy. 

“I’m not one to keep grudges.” He shrugged.

“Clearly. I know if you had treated me how I treated you, I would be plotting my revenge.” You snickered. 

“Who said I wasn’t plotting revenge? I don’t need a grudge to still find your behavior,” he paused, trying to find the right word, “distasteful.” 

“Oh really? You plotting my demise now?” You joked. 

Jayce relaxed, you were back to your teasing self again.

“Who says I haven’t already enacted my revenge?” His face drew closer to yours, making your breath hitch. The man noticed the action with a sly smirk.

“And what exactly would that be?” You said quietly, your eyes flitting between his eyes and lips.

“Mmm, I feel like making you hangout with me is revenge enough. Don’t you think?” His eyes also flitted to your lips.

Neither of you closed the gap though. Just sitting there, with slightly labored breathing as you waited for the other to react. No one did. Instead, you pulled back. The movement making Jayce briefly frown, but he shook it off quickly. Perhaps it wasn’t best to take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state.

Now that he was thinking about it, he realized that you were still almost fully naked. With just the sheet covering the front of your body. His eyes unconsciously trailed down your back, spotting the lacy panties you had left on. Your cheeks heated up as you caught the man staring.

“Hey!” Jayce’s attention returned to your face, enjoying how red it was. “My eyes are up here, Talis.” You growled. 

He chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to do with himself after being caught. Red embarrassment blooming on his cheeks, making your faces match. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

Though he was very much not sorry seeing you like this. His eyes took one more quick peek at the panties, before he composed himself. He knew he would be thinking about that article of clothing on you all night long. A cute white lacy piece, something he would gladly drag down your beautiful legs. 

“Jayce?” He hadn’t spoken for a moment, too lost in his thoughts. 

“S-sorry!” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Can you blame a guy though?”

Narrowing your eyes you huffed. You hopped off the table and quickly turned around, finger pointing to the door. 

“Out. I’m putting my clothes back on.”

“But I wasn’t done with the massage.” He whined. 

You grumbled. 

“Well you should’ve thought about that before perving on me.” 

Head hung down, he began to walk out of your room. Sad puppy dog eyes pleading with your irritated gaze. You shook your head as he slowly exited your bedroom. When the door was shut you sighed. 

“What am I gonna do with that man?” You quietly asked yourself. 

You quickly put your clothes back on, then opened the door. You were met with an apologetic looking Jayce. His puppy-dog act wasn’t going to work on you though. 

“How many times can I say sorry to make you not look like you want to kill me?” He pleaded with you with both his words and eyes. 

Jayce was met with a huff and a roll of your eyes as a response. You moved out of his way and motioned for him to pick up his things. He gave an airy chuckle at your response. 

“Seriously? The silent treatment?” Those damn puppy dog eyes were staring into your soul at this point. 

Puppy-dog eyes be damned. You steeled your resolve. Again giving no verbal response. Instead, you opted for a grumble of annoyance.  

The man conceded, turning from you to pick up his items. A soft quiet fell in the room as Jayce methodically cleaned up your space. Something that he had probably done dozens of times at this point. 

“If you don’t mind, I do need some help with the table. The locks on the legs are kinda janky.” He flipped over the table and motioned you over.

As irritated as you were with him, you weren’t going to be that much of an ass. You knelt next to him as he instructed you to help him disengage the locks. A warm hand softly brushed against yours as he unlocked the leg. A small smile appeared on your face at the tender action. Jayce let out a huff of amusement at your expression, a content smile of his own on his lips.

When you had completed folding the table back together, Jayce was finished with picking up his setup. Brushing off his hands, he turned to you expectantly. Neither of you spoke. Your mouth opened for a moment, then closed. An unspoken question stuck in your throat. 

There it was again, that gnawing fear. The one that turned your stomach when you even thought about being vulnerable. What exactly was there to be scared of though? Jayce had obviously proven himself to be dependable, but part of you was still afraid. 

“You look like you want to say something.” He was in no rush. 

Clearing your throat, you geared yourself to be vulnerable once more. Fists clenching and unclenching as you allowed the question to escape your lips. Your eyes unable to meet Jayce’s. 

“Would you like to spend the night? With me, I mean.” 

You didn’t want to be alone, and despite your previous grievances with the man, Jayce made you feel significantly less lonely. Perhaps it was because he was practically connected to your hip when he was around, but his presence had now become something more comforting than it was annoying. 

Jayce hadn’t responded. His eyes widened at your question. Wondering what prompted the sudden shift in your dynamic with the man. Though, maybe it wasn’t so sudden. Ever so slowly he had been working away at your barriers, and it seemed that you had offered him an opening all on your own. 

His expression softened, the smile on his face made your heart flutter. Why were you doing this? Why now? Was it all because he had witnessed that upsetting phone call? Or maybe you would have ended up like this regardless of the call. You didn’t know. Did it really matter though? 

“As much as I would love to. I do have work I need to get done.” Jayce had battled himself internally, one side desperate to accept your offer. However, his logical side had somehow managed to win. 

Your stomach sank. Of course, it’s a weeknight after all… You reasoned with yourself, despite the feeling of rejection settling in. 

“Right, of course.” Your arms curled around yourself. “Sorry.” 

A frown found its way to Jayce’s face. This is not how he wished to end the night with you. He needed to come up with something to bring up your spirits. 

A warm hand cupped your cheek, turning your face to look at Jayce’s.

“Another time though? Maybe next Friday?” He gave you one of his classic smiles, you couldn’t help but return it. 

“Another time then. And next Friday sounds great.” That fluttering in your chest returned with newfound strength. 

“Next Friday it is.” 

Before Jayce exited your apartment he quickly turned around. Suddenly, his lips were on yours. Leaving you wide eyed and breathless. It was a quick kiss, but still made your head dizzy. He pulled away a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Almost forgot something.” He chuckled before making his way out. The man leaving you open mouthed and blushing. 

That night, it took you forever to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, all you could think about was Jayce. His lips, his laugh, his puppy-dog eyes. You had to wait almost two whole weeks before he would be spending the night. Shooting up, only now had you realized the implication of your request. 

Shit. SHIT. While you certainly had thought about sex with Jayce, you had never really thought it would happen. And maybe you did want to sleep with him, but truly your question was innocent. You just didn’t want to be alone that night. Hugging one of your stuffed animals to your chest you contemplated how you would go about discussing this with the man. You wondered if he knew that you weren’t implying sleeping with him. 

He did, it was clear you were asking for a comforting presence. If it turned into something more, the man would not complain. Though, he personally didn’t want the first time with you to be spur of the moment. There was a romantic in him that held a desperate bleeding heart and he wanted that moment to be perfect. 

Unbeknownst to each other, you both laid in bed staring at the ceiling. Wondering what comes next.

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“YOU asked him to spend the night?” Mel was perplexed. “You?” 

You looked down, cheeks ruddy with embarrassment. Finally, you had admitted to Mel about what had been happening with Jayce. Sure, she had an idea that you were softening for the man, but she didn’t realize you had pretty much become gelatin. 

“Yes I did.” You weren’t going to deny it, that would be futile. Mel always got the answer out from you. 

“I would say I’m shocked, but…” She paused, a smirk dancing on her lips. A teasing glint flashed in her eyes. “I’m very much not.”

You huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. Pouting like a petulant child. Your gaze slightly heated as you glared at her, but she didn’t waver. 

“Don’t give me that look, darling. I know you, you know that. And I knew as soon as you actually got to know Mr. Talis, you would like him.” She continued smirking at you. “Though it seems you might like him a bit more than I had previously expected…” 

“You don’t have to be so smug about it.” You mumbled. 

“What was that? Did I hear a ‘Mel you’re so right, I should have listened to you from the start.’” She chuckled as your expression grew more irritated.

“You know, I came to you for some advice. Not so you could tell me you were right.” You harshly pointed at her.

She gently reached for your hand, pushing it away from her face.

“And I am right, am I not?”

Grumbling, you shifted in your seat. You did not want to admit that she was right, but she was your best friend. And dammit, she always was right. Reading you like the back of her hand. While oftentimes annoying, it was still beneficial.

“Yes… you were right.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” She raised a hand to her ear. “Were you finally admitting that I know what I’m talking about?” She gave a faux gasp. “I never thought I’d see the da-” 

“Yeah, yeah. You were right.” You cut her off, eyes narrowing. “But again, I came for advice.” 

“I don’t really understand what there is for me to advise you on. It seems like you have it covered quite well.” She said pointedly.

“But I don’t know how to handle all,” You motioned around yourself, “this.” 

“‘This’ being your feelings for Jayce?” 

“Yes.” You admitted with a harsh breath.

“Just accept them.” She said it as if it was such a simple task.

For god’s sake, you considered him your enemy for four years! How could you just accept your developing romantic feelings for the man? That prideful part, a clawing beast inside of you, preferred you wouldn’t. It screamed for you to return to your original status quo. 

“You still wish to see him as an enemy, don’t you?” As always, Mel could read your inner turmoil with extreme accuracy.

“I think it’s easier to think of him that way.” You admitted. 

“Easier how?” When you were always competing with him, you were constantly stressed out.” 

It was true. When you had been driven to view the man as your adversary, you had used up most of your energy waging a one-sided war against him. 

“Despite being in one of the most difficult masters programs, you appear significantly less stressed than during your undergraduate. Like a burden has been lifted off of your shoulders.” She gave you a knowing look.

You rubbed a hand down your face in frustration. Yes, it was true. Somehow you had found yourself less stressed than ever. The only thing that managed to cause you frustration was your course work, which was to be expected. With Jayce no longer being someone you viewed as an opponent, it seemed your body had finally regulated itself. 

“Since you asked me to give you advice, I’ll give you some words of wisdom.” She softly placed her hand on top of yours. “Allow yourself to feel.” 

It sounded so simple, but inside your stomach churned with nervousness. Feel. Instead of arguing against it, you nodded. Maybe, just maybe you could. At least you had around two weeks to figure it out. That is unless Jayce did something to impede that progress. 

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Impede the man would. The days since you had him over trudged on till you found yourself beginning the next week. Meaning you were going to be holding another game night with the man. While there was that nervousness swirling in your gut, you still found yourself excited. Surely you could win again, and the man would be at your mercy. 

What would you have him do? This time you didn’t have a sore back begging for attention, so you could spend more energy thinking about what you were going to wager. The thought of Jayce winning didn’t pass through your thoughts, you wouldn’t allow it. 

“And what has you looking so thoughtful this morning?” The man himself had sidled up as you made your way to the physics building. 

“You.” You said bluntly, a smirk creeping on your face as you spotted a blush flush to the his cheeks. 

The man regained his composure, attempting to give you a cheeky smile. 

“And what about me is so intriguing?”

“Ha. Don’t flatter yourself, Talis.” You looked up at him with that smirk. “I was thinking about my wager for tonight.”

“Oh? That’s tonight? I almost forgot.” 

“Liar.” You chuckled. 

He gasped dramatically at your accusation.

“I would never!” 

“Mhmm, sure. Keep telling yourself that.” 

The two of you continued to the building in a comfortable silence. Occasionally you felt Jayce’s hand brush against yours. Shivers shot up your spine with each touch of his fingers. At one point, his pinky looped with yours for a moment. The tender action made your heart flutter and cheeks hot. 

When you arrived at the lecture hall one of the students was waiting by the door. Spotting Jayce, a bright smile grew on her face. 

“Jayce!” She exclaimed.

“Uh, good morning!” He said, plastering a smile on his face. 

“I came early, cause I have a lot of questions.” She bounced on her feet, pink dusting on her cheeks as she stared up at the man. 

The interaction had you smirking. You patted Jayce on the shoulder before making your way into the lecture hall. The man held back a groan as you left him with his admirer. 

The rest of your day went by with no issues. No Heimerdinger request you had to complete. Instead, just a regular day that ended with your office hours. 

While you dealt with the occasional student, Jayce had been stuck with the girl from that morning. He had managed to circumvent her questions by telling her to come to office hours. Little did he know she would spend the entire three hours of his time working with him. Other students were in and out and worked with you, while he was stuck with this lovely thorn in his side. Who was intermingling her actual questions with attempted small talk. Jayce did his best to return to the coursework, but it was becoming quite frustrating. 

As he dealt with the student, you reveled in the interaction that unfolded before you. It was mean, but the situation greatly entertained you. Especially when you knew that the man only had eyes for one woman. His heated gaze occasionally flitting to you, melting at the amused smirk on your face. Revel all you want, he had his own plans for you later. When he beat you at whatever game you had chosen. 

Finally, office hours had ended. Jayce unsubtly checked the time to indicate to the student that it was time to go. You audibly yawned as the clock ticked past your office hours. Jayce groaned, making the girl give him a concerned look.

“Are you doing alright?” She asked.

He rubbed a hand down his face, trying not to reveal his clear annoyance. 

“I’m fine. It’s just my…” He looked at you. “Our office hours are over.” 

“Oh.” She said quietly, expression souring.

“I would love to continue assisting you, but I can’t go overtime. We get in trouble if we do too many hours.” 

Her expression softened at his explanation. 

“Oh I didn’t know that.” She went to pack up her things. “I’ll just come to your next office hours then. That’s okay, right?” She gave him a pleading look. 

“Of course. Those are the times the school allows me to work.” He gave her one of his dazzling smiles before ushering her out of the room. 

When she had left, Jayce closed and locked the office door. The action making your heart rate pick up. Attempting to shake off your nervousness, you decided to tease the man. 

“You’re quite the ladykiller, Talis.”

He gave you an annoyed look.

“It’s not intentional, trust me.” He sighed. 

“You’re just genuine… most of the time.” He raised a brow at your comment. “And people like that about you.”

Jayce made his way toward you, making your skin warm up. He stopped in front of you, large frame towering above as you remained seated. An expectant look on his face.

“Do you like that about me?”

“Of course. You know I’m not one to mince words.” You admitted.

“True, but you do try to lie to me.” 

“And you see through it everytime.” You mutter.

He smirked. A warm hand reached for your face. You unconsciously leaned into his touch as he caressed your cheek.

“So, what game are we playing today?” He asked, hand still stroking your face.

You gave him a cheeky look. 

“You’re gonna hate it.”

“Am I?” He chuckled.

With that, you reached for your bag. From the backpack you procured a familiar game. Jayce let out a chuckle.

“And you were mad I made you play a children’s game?” 

“This is payback.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

Placing the box on the table you smiled at it with fondness. Chutes and Ladders, a game you hadn’t played since you were a child. The three and older symbol on the box made you cringe slightly, but you still wished to play. It was only fair after making you play Old Maid. 

You pulled out the board, spinner, and character pieces. After choosing the red-headed girl for yourself, you motioned for Jayce to make his pick. 

“Damn, I wanted to be the ginger chick.” He chuckled. “Guess I’ll take the racially ambiguous brown boy.” 

“I’ll let you go first.” You said.

“How generous.” He smirked. 

The two pieces were placed on the start space. Jayce’s large fingers flicked at the spinner, landing on a 4. 

“Would you look at that! I already got a ladder.” He slid his piece up the ladder to the row above.

“Oh don’t look so smug, it’s the first ladder on the board. I’m for sure going to make it to the top first.” You gave a hearty chuckle.

“We’ll see…”

The two of you continued to spin and move your pieces. Then Jayce was the first to reach a chute. His piece slid down from space 48 to 26. He pouted at the loss.

“Oh you poor thing.” You said, flicking the spinner. 

Your face dropped as you also hit the same chute Jayce had. He snickered at your expense, making you give him a glare. 

“Now we’re even.” He smirked at you.

Jayce loved this. Even with a silly children’s board game, you two were competitive. While it wasn’t a battle of wit, he still enjoyed your determination to win. The game was fully luck based, yet you still tried to pump yourself up to succeed. A quirk that the man adored.

“Fuck yes!” You exclaimed after taking your turn.

Your piece managing to reach the tallest ladder. With glee you slid up to the second to last row, buzzing with excitement. 

Jayce bit his lip in concentration. He could still have a chance. Technically you needed an exact number to reach the end, that could hopefully work in his favor.  

Quickly, you managed to reach the second to last space. The win was in the bag. You spun the wheel again, hitting a three. As you were about to reach for your piece, a strong hand stopped you. You gave the man a confused look.

“Nuh uh. You need an exact number to win.”

“What? That’s not true.” You argued, you couldn’t lose. You were so close.

“It is.” He still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“That’s not how my family plays it.” You huffed.

“Your family plays wrong then.” Jayce reached for the rule pamphlet. Flitting through it till he found the rule he was looking for. A thick finger pointing at it as he read aloud.

“To win, square 100 must be reached by an exact spin on the spinner.” He said, a smug grin on his face as he saw your annoyed look. 

“Fine,” you grumbled, “I can still win.” 

“Of course you can.” 

Oh how wrong you were. As Jayce continued to move up the board, you were finding yourself constantly spinning a four. Growling in frustration at another spin landing on the damned number. 

Cracking his knuckles Jayce wished for any being to grant him mercy. He was two spaces away from a ladder leading straight to the end. If he could avoid having to fight for the last space, he would greatly appreciate it. Sucking in a breath he flicked the spinner. Sweat prickling on his forehead as he watched the plastic arrow slow. As it landed on two, he jumped from his chair and cheered.

“Yes!” He laughed in your face. “I won!” 

You clenched your fists in annoyance. 

“All cause of your stupid rule!” You jabbed.

“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game! I didn’t make the rules, sweetheart.” 

He had brought back the pet name. And it felt really nice that he called you it again. Heat flared in your cheeks as the man did a victory dance.

“Now what?” You asked quietly.

“Panties.” 

“What?” Your eyes widened. 

“Your panties, I want them. For the entire week.” He smirked.

“Seriously?” Your cheeks grew redder. 

“I’m very serious, sweetheart.” He reached out a hand toward you, awaiting for you to deposit your undergarments. 

“Turn around.” You growled. 

You were wearing jeans and did not want him to watch you undress. The man frowned, but obliged. His smile growing wider as he heard your zipper slide down, then the shuffling of your clothes as you removed your panties. When you were done, you sighed. He did win, fair and square. 

“You can turn around now.” You grumbled.

Jayce giddily faced you as you held your panties out to him. A black lacy thong, it had his mouth watering at the sight. He plucked them out of your hand, sliding his thumb and fingers along the lacy hem. 

“Cute.” He said to himself before pocketing the pair. 

“What do you mean about the entire week?” You asked, voice dry. You knew what he meant, but really hoped you were wrong.

“Every time I ask for your panties, you have to give them to me.” He enjoyed the way your face continued to grow more red.

“Every time?” You croaked with embarrassment.

“Every time.” He confirmed. “So I suggest wearing something that makes them easier to remove. I like it when you wear skirts anyways.” 

“You’re insufferable.” You groaned. 

A warm hand grabbed your chin, making you face the man in front of you. 

“You love it.” He chuckled lowly. “You’re a bad liar, remember?”

You tried turning away, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead he pulled you toward him. His free hand landing on your hip, holding you close. 

“I don’t know why you won’t admit it.” He leaned down, nose to nose with you. 

Your breath hitched at the close proximity. The man never failed to make you flustered, but you realized you weren’t really complaining. Even if his bet was irritating. 

“I feel like your bet can fall under the public humiliation clause.” You said.

“That’s a bit of a reach, isn’t it?” He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver through you.

“Keep trying, I like it.” 

“I’m not here to entertain you.” You gritted your teeth. There was no way out of this bet.

“You sure about that?” He pulled you so your chest was flush against his. 

Instead of answering, you turned away from him. Biting your lip you tried to find a comeback. Then you decided instead to fluster him back.

“What exactly are you planning on doing with my panties?” You looked up at him with a sultry look.

“I-I don’t know what you mean…” He stuttered. 

“You don’t? So you’re just going to take my panties and what? Look at them fondly?” Your voice was low, making the man shiver.

“I guess I was.” 

“You’re kind of a lousy pervert if that’s all you’re going to do.” You teased, fingers lightly tracing along his chest. Slowly you moved your hand lower, enjoying the feel of his abs under your touch. Your hand stopped right at his waist. 

“If that’s all you want, be my guest.” You removed your hand, smirking at the whine Jayce tried to suppress.

No, he needed to get the upper hand in this situation. You were the one that was supposed to be flustered, not him. Though he wouldn’t mind you touching him some more. 

“Are you telling me to use your panties to please myself?” He asked bluntly, carefully studying your expression. 

Your eyes slightly widened at his brashness, but you kept up your sultry act. He might have won the game, but this one you’ll be the champion of.

“Is that what you want to do, Jayce?” The way you said his name had the man gasping. He could feel himself grow hard, pants becoming tighter. 

“Think on it.” You said, pulling away from the man. 

As  you grabbed your bag, you continued to watch his reactions from your peripheral vision. It was as if he was entranced by you. Unmoving, eyes following your every move. Before you left the office you gave him one request.

“By the way… if you’re planning on washing them, put them in a laundry bag on the delicate setting. I prefer unscented detergent.” With that, you left the man alone in the office. Extremely hard, and extremely turned on. 

Jayce rushed back to his apartment. As he burst through the door, he startled Viktor who was sitting in the living room. 

“Good evening to you too, Jayce.” Viktor looked at the man with a questioning gaze. 

“Goodnight.” Jayce said quickly, attempting to sprint to his room. 

With surprising speed, Viktor had managed to snag an item from Jayce’s back pocket as he rushed away. He smirked as he unraveled your lacy panties. 

“What do we have here?” Viktor purred, circling the fabric around his finger.

“Give them back.” Jayce practically growled.

“Touchy, touchy. I’m assuming these are from y/n? Another win for Talis during your little game?” 

“Yes. Now give them back.” Jayce went to snatch the pair, Viktor allowed the man to take them. Hands up in surrender. 

“Have fun.” He said, with a knowing smirk. 

Jayce only huffed in response, turning back to his task. He quickly entered his room, dropping his bag on the floor with a thump. In his hand he held your lacy panties. Sure, you might have just been teasing him, but now all he could think about was the article in his hand. 

Tentatively, he brought them to his face. Pressing the cloth to his nose, he deeply inhaled. A shuddering moan escaping his lips. Fuck. 

He knew you would smell good, but fuck, you smelled mouthwatering. And that was only the remnants of your essence. It only made him want the real thing even more. 

The tightness in his pants was beginning to grow unbearable. He knew he shouldn’t. It was perverted enough that he asked for your panties. To use them, well, that would just be even worse. But god, he couldn’t stop his hand from moving to his belt. Unhooking and sliding it from his pants before unbuttoning them and sliding them down to his thighs. The only thing in the way was his boxers. The prominent tent in them dotted with a wet spot of precum. Groaning, he released his cock from the confines. 

Hot and throbbing, it slapped against his stomach. Groaning again, he reached for his cock. His large hand gripping the base, then sliding up. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his lips. Pressing your panties to his nose again he continued his debauchery. Hand pumping his length as he breathed in the scent of your sex. Picturing himself with his head between your thighs, smelling and tasting all of you. Making you cum on his tongue. The thought alone made a spurt of precum release from the head of his cock. He continued to to fuck his hand as more lewd thoughts entered his mind. 

The thought of your mouth wrapped around him. Warm, wet, allowing him to fuck your throat. You moaning around his length as you felt him cum. Then the thought of taking you. First pushing you into his bed in a deep mating press. Cock buried deep in your velvety warmth. God, he knew you would feel like heaven. 

He groaned, feeling his climax nearing. Balls growing tight as he continued to picture the ways he would use you.

Pushing you face down ass up on his bed. Easily sliding into your wetness. He already knew what your moans sounded like, but he bet he could have you screaming around his cock. He would fuck you the way you deserve, hitting your sweet spots just right. Making your walls flutter around him before clenching down as you came. Imagining the way you would squeeze him. 

Fuck, he was close. His hand pumped faster as he neared the end, but he needed something more. Fuck it, he was already so debauched, might as well continue. He brought your panties to his mouth. Tongue flicking over the cotton bit that pressed against your core. The remnants of your salty sweet essence made him go over the edge. He leaned over as hot spurts of cum were forced out of him. Groaning as he continued to taste what little he could of you. 

As he came down from the high, he pulled your panties from his mouth. Moaning as your taste left his tongue. Fuck, this was bad. He was bad. You were right, he was a fucking pervert. But how could he not be? You placed your panties in his hand, you teased him to use them. He attempted to argue with the idea of you. 

The black lace in his hand seemed to stare back at him. Reveling in his perverted antics, just begging for him to do more. Already his cock was hardening once again. Although rubbed raw, Jayce reached down once more. This time wrapping your panties around his length. 

Filthy, he was fucking filthy. But it didn’t matter. Besides, you had given him instructions on how to wash them. 

[vacayisland]

Could you do a John Dory x Retired Singer/Musician Reader? Pls and thank you

(I loved meet the wifie I fucking cackled at "imma beat his ass!")

@!; Oldies are always better. John Dory / Retired! Reader

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ꨄ︎. You were a big alt-indie musician, making music that tended to have a little bit of everything; the funk and beat of the funk tribe and the techno tribe, the guitar riffs and drum solos from the rock tribe, some classical instruments as undertones, and pop-like lyrics and beats. All the while you also put your own spin on it. Music had always been an outlet for you, always allowed you to take what was in your head and thread it into sound for everyone to hear. Sometimes it was chaotic, sometimes it was mellow, and it always depended on your mood when writing, composing, and singing. It's usually was drew people to your music. It was down to Earth, yet also complex and simple at the same time. Those who wanted to dive into the meaning of your music and dissect it would find multiple layers, many undertones that all harmonized. Those who just wanted to vibe out to your music could do that as well.

ꨄ︎. When you had left your career behind, it wasn't because of anything bad. You left with one final song in which explained that you were stepping down to let the new generation to find their own flow, to let other people take the stage, to be able to sit back and enjoy everything that will come in the future. You were only around 24 when you put down your guitar for the final time for the public; But you never gave up music for good on your own. While you never published anything anymore, you kept writing and composing for yourself as it was truly your passion.

ꨄ︎. This is when JD found you, playing in a friend's cafe. You had caught his attention right away, so much so he didn't hear the waiter when he had asked for JD's order. He was honestly so captivated by you for a moment he wondered if you were some sort of siren. He soon realized, yeah no you weren't, you just were really, really good. And he needed your number, badly. And that sounded a little creepy, but when you see someone who's not only good looking but knows how to sing and play an instrument all in one? You don't miss that chance to talk them up, and JD was defiantly not missing his chance!

ꨄ︎. JD didn't see a ring on your finger, it was fair game for him. Luckily you hadn't been seeing anyone at the time, but you still gave him a reality check after he approached you as though he was the coolest guy on the planet; Introducing himself before using some sort of cheesy pick up line to get your number. "Hey, babe, my name is John Dory and you seem rather lonely. You know, I can fill that 'me' shaped hole in your heart if you give me your number!" And then he winked!? Your friend was flabbergasted. You thought he was really brave.

ꨄ︎. And you hate to admit that his stupid pick-up line (which didn't even seem like a pick-up line!) actually worked and he got your number. (And he would be so smug and proud about this fact for the rest of his life.)

ꨄ︎. You two talked for a few months before making anything official, and then you waited about a year or two before you two even thought about moving in together. Even so, by 6 months of dating you basically lived in Rhonda; Your stuff littered his home, you had your own set of clothes there, your own toothbrush, and even your own house slippers. Then when you moved in, it felt natural. It felt like this was where you were always meant to end up and somehow the planets aligned. And for some reason JD never noticed the fact you brought in an electric guitar, which also sat in your shared closet. Sometimes you wonder if he's just stupid or a little blind, because he's also seen your play.

ꨄ︎. Either way, one day when he was hoisting his brothers over (after the whole Floyd situation got resolved, and god you were kind of glad you were staying with friends during all of that; not because you didn't like his brothers but because you didn't think you could handle meeting his family during that whole situation.) when they heard you playing your guitar in the bedroom. You weren't doing anything fancy, mostly tuning the guitar and making sure the strings didn't need to be replaced. But, of course, that always had to include one of your most iconic guitar riffs from a song about fighting your crushing mentality during the lowest part of your career. "Holy shit dude, I didn't know your lover listened to (Y/N)!" Branch would be the first to comment, being the most diverse music listener in the family. Floyd, who had been distracted by the riff, perked up at the conversation and nodded in agreement. JD only gave them a confused look, leaning against his kitchen counter, "Dude, my lover is (Y/N)?" And JD wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't all four of his brothers stopping and staring at him completely baffled. Mostly Floyd and Branch, who soon yelled a rather loud, "WHAT?!" "What?!" Which only confused JD more.

ꨄ︎. You hadn't met JD's family before this point, but you've heard all about them; Not only from JD, when he told you about his band days, and when you heard them around the trailer when they would come over. Usually you stayed in the bedroom, not to be rude yet to just let JD have his time with his brothers. Yet, you couldn't understand what all the yelling was about, "Yo, Que te pasa? Why the hell are you guys yelling?" You would ask, poking your head out of the door to the bedroom. Your expression tired, your hair messier, yet you could care less at this moment; You were sure JD's brothers wouldn't mind, they would see you worse later on since you were planning to stay with that big doofus. "Oh my god-" You flinched when Floyd dropped the cup he was holding, his jaw dropping upon seeing you; And honestly, for a second, you forgot you used to be a big artist. "John Dory," You started, startled by the reactions his brothers were giving, "Vas a decirme lo que esta pasando ahora mismo."

ꨄ︎. JD is always a little intimidated when you speak Spanish, mostly because his Grandma used to scold him and his brothers in Spanish. So he only explained (rather quickly) how his brothers had heard you tuning your guitar in the bedroom and how they just got weird. And that's when Branch defended himself, along with Floyd, how JD never told them that you were his lover! "And what's it to you that I love your brother?" You shot back quick and snappy, crossing your arms as you shot a glare their way. You weren't above throwing hands with JD's brothers. Floyd noticed the way JD glanced away, sipping his coffee. He was quick to stand up, placing a hand on Branch's shoulder to calm him, before explaining the whole situation to you better; Saying how Branch and Floyd were just big fans of your music and they didn't realize that you were with JD, because no matter how much JD spoke about you he never told them that you were his lover.

ꨄ︎. "Oh, Mierda lo siento." God, this made things a little awkward, "I thought you were about to be one of those horrible step-siblings that didn't like his brother's lover for some dumb reason like my hair." "What? No!-" "No, yeah, I see that now. My bad, really sorry." You mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck, "JD can be really, really dense sometimes, shut it John Dory!," You pointed a finger at JD before he could make a peep in protest about your slight insult, but it was made out of full love. "Let's start over, hi I'm (Y/n) and it's really nice to meet you."

ꨄ︎. Safe to say, JD forgot to tell his brothers that he was dating an old sensational artist...and kind of forgot you were one and was very shocked to realize this! Furthermore, you were a little flabbergasted when he revealed that some of BroZone's songs were influenced by your music. You would stare at JD after he confessed such a large secret, "Wow... that's a big insult." You mumbled sarcastically under your breath. "EXCUSE ME?!" But you guessed JD missed the sarcasm. "I'm being sarcastic, love. That's kind of sweet." Playfully rolling your eyes, you pressed a kiss into JD's cheek before turning back to his brothers. You crossed your legs, rested your elbow against your knee, and held your face in your hands. "Now about you four, how about we get to actually know each other. I'm planning to remain in this family after all..."

ꨄ︎. Safe to say that JD is wifing/husbanding/etc. you up really quick.

ꨄ︎. He still brags about how he first got your number and how he managed to 'snatch you up' before anyone else could. You told him he's too old to use new lingo and to stop, lovingly of course as you didn't want your 'husband' to embarrass himself. He melted hearing you call him husband before getting a bigger ego boost; And you had fun watching him terrorize his siblings while his ego was so inflated. You even jokingly did the whole 'I'm watching you' eyes to one of his brothers (Clay) as a silent threat that this is how you were always going to hand JD off to them like. He gave you the biggest (playful) stink eye ever. Yeah, you're going to fit right into this family.

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[swirlyyygal]

Heyyy Beach Boy!!!

His Beach Girl and Her Beach Boy!! (More of a Drabble than a full fledged fic)

Jason Duval x F!Reader = !!BASED ON THIS Porn-link!!

CW/Tags!!: Reader has a keywest kitten kinda vibe, porn w/o plottt ( ͡°/// ͡°٥), reader is described to have hair no length specified, sweet kinda ditzy and bubbly reader, If Jason is lowkey mischaracterized plz forgive me we know literally almost nothing abt him so I’m going off of the trailer 💔, Fingering, overstimulation, NOT PROOFREAD JUST #HORNY, lowkey for my own little desire EEEYUP, pet names (angel, doll, sweet thing, dumb little angel, good girl), slight dumbification, squirting AH WHAT

A/N!!: Hi hiiii!!!! Sooo who’s excited for GTA 6? ME. I’m ready to CRACK Lucia and Jason likeee who’s with me? Anyway, it’s been major hot where I roam recently and it’s been reminding me Summers up and coming soon!! This is also me kind of projecting my own little fantasy in my mind sooooooo uhhhhh… GOMENEN. I feel a little guilty when I remember I was scrolling thru and found the vid. I IMMEDIATELY thought of Jason. I would have done Joel Miller but I already wrote a lot for him, plus, Jason needs some love too (╥////╥)!! I guess I’m just kind of getting used to letting out my freaky side more, so like everything I let out is liek oh my gah I’d never admit this b4!!!! Anyway, Please enjoy!!

~~~

It just sorta happened.

One moment you were out and about with your friends near the beach. The next, you see a totally RIPPPPEDDDDDD guy lifting weights with little to no effort needed.

“HEYYY BEACH BOYYYY!!!”

You called out just to play around, waving and giggling.

He sat up, sweating and fanning himself before turning to you. Subtly eyeing you and your little light blue and pink bikini. You stood there, a bit frozen before your friends pushed you over to him. Hounding you to get his number. You’re the one that called him out anyway. Thinking you were about to get rejected anyway you did, putting on that signature smile of yours while twirling your hair.

And believe it or not, he gave it to you. And that was only the start of your relationship with this man. The man being, Jason Duval.

He called you that night, offering to take you out and the rest was history. You learned a lot about him, but very little about his job. He kept that part of him a bit in the dark, but did you care? Uh no. Not when he was spoiling you with affection and gifts at every turn.

A new bikini set? Yours. The most adorable makeup? Already on your vanity. Cutesy, frilly lingerie? Delivered to you the next day.

You liked being with him, and he liked being with you. Having such a bright colored girl on his shoulder while roaming the city. Your aura was really just clouds and mist of pink colored sugar. He couldn’t get enough of it.

Especially your style. Oh your style drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Small striped tanks, all in blues, pinks, yellows, greens. Tiny skirts, always letting him get a peek at your ass when you bent over. Paired with platform sandals or just regular wedges, which never seemed to make you as tall as him. You had such a tropical vibe to you, and he LIVED IN IT.

He was either at your house or you were at his. Different vibes but still relaxed so well into it.

And don’t even get me STARTED on the sex… (>///<)!! Intimacy with him was mind BLOWING. He knew his way around a girls body. Infact, he didn’t just know it, he absolutely memorized it. Down to the last nerve ending.

~

It feels like it’s been hours since his fingers have been buried inside of you. When in reality it’s been max 30 minutes.

You squirm on top of him. Face off to the side while his was focused on your wiggly body. Wet squelching echos from the walls, as well as your insistent whimpering and moaning.

Your bikini bottom thrown somewhere on the floor of his bedroom while your bikini top was barely hanging on to your neck.

You and him were SUPPOSED to go out to the beach together, tan a bit, play in the water, stuff like that. But he couldn’t help himself this time when you bent over to pick up a bangle that fell off the floor. He saw the curve of your ass from the darkness of his sunglasses and immediately he got hot and bothered. Throwing you over his shoulder and marching you right to the bedroom.

You didn’t even really know why he was acting the way he was when he threw you on top of him. Shimmying down your bottoms before sticking his fingers in your mouth. Letting the apply pressure on your tongue and letting them get wet with your spit.

When he pulled them out you complained, not a serious one, but you were dead set on going to that beach today. But it fell on deaf ears.

And here you were now. On your lord knows how many ith orgasm. Brain replaced by what felt like a marble. Thoughts just kinda shaking around like pebbles in your head. He held you up close to him, your pussy right above his chest and face buried into a pillow. Mascara and blue eyeshadow staining his cream colored pillows but he’d worry about that later.

His tight grip held one of your ankles up while your leg kicked back and forth against the mattress. Anklet dangling off the free one and making little jingling noises. His middle and ring finger pistoning themselves inside of your dripping cunt. It was intense to say the least.

“Jason!!”

You cried out, a bit of drool dripping down the side of your mouth while you desperately tried to kick your legs but, no luck. One of them yes but it wasn’t enough. He turned his face to see you. Hat thrown next to your bottoms but his stupid sunglasses were still left on his head. Both of your practically nude bodies slick from sweat.

“Hm? Whats up sweet thing?”

He asked oh so innocently, like he wasn’t bullying your pussy with his fingers. And when I mean relentless I mean RELENTLESS. So fast it just looked like his hand was in one place. He watched the fat of your ass ripple when he went inside and out of you. Tapping his palm against it before going right back to fingering you.

Your voice straining and whining, barely able to make out a sentence that wasn’t just nonsense. Even your mind couldn’t think about any words. Just barely trying to count which orgasm this was. You babbled something, something close to that question, and it took him a damn long while to figure it out.

“You’ve cum 2 times already- but, I think my doll needs a 3rd. You agree, don’t you?”

Before you could nod your head yes or shake it no, he slid his fingers out and let them both glide up and down your folds. Feeling around at the seeping wetness that dripped down to your thighs and his upper body. It allowed you to calm yourself for a minute, but not before he pushed them back in. Replacing the ankle in his hand with your waist, holding you straight before going back to his sonic speed fingering.

Your knees pressing down firmly to the bed, adding little dips in the mattress while your legs continued to flail around like kites. Tears stained your cheeks, leaving drips of black down your lower eye. You turned to slightly to face him with a pitiful expression. He couldn’t see much from the position you both were in, but he saw your tears and moved his head forward to kiss them away. Even with his digits still feeling around inside.

Sobbing and whining, but with pleasure behind it, and he knew. He knew it wasn’t a cry of sadness or a cry of pain, but a cry of overstimulation and need. And he was gonna give you as many orgasms as he thought he needed you to have.

“Too much-! Fuzzy—!”

Barely mewling out your words while the hand on your waist went to the curve of your ass, grouping the flesh before slapping it. Causing a jitter and yelp from you. He caught you in your lie and you knew it.

“Nah Angel, ‘s not too much.. Barely enough. Nothin’s ever too much for my girl..”

Cooing to you lovingly while whispering quiet praise. Your cunt clenching around his fingers while your eyes rolled back till they were mostly white. Legs trembling and barely able to keep up. You just kept kicking and squirming around, teeth biting into his pillows and leaving a spit ring against the fabric.

He pulled his fingers out again, rubbing them along your folds and INSTINCTIVELY you reached behind yourself to push them back in. He didn’t even have to ask you to, you didn’t even ask him before you guided them back to your hole. He laughed, once again plugging them with his fatass fingers.

“There we go. See, dumb little angel can be smart.. She just needs some time.”

Chuckling with his whole chest before locking in and fingering you to death again. Your brain was mushy, it felt like if your head tilted to the side your brain would just fall out your ear like noodles. You stuck your tongue out and turned your head away, glad he wasn’t able to see your contorted expression. Just able to hear you crying on his fingers.

“Jaaaasonnnn!!!”

Whining at his teasing comment. Acting like you were annoyed even though you secretly did enjoy it. You liked it more than you’d admit, ya know, being called dumb and enjoying it. He called you dumb once and you huffed, but secretly it kinda awakened something inside of you that you hadn’t even registered.

“Whattttt???”

He mocked, laughing again while still keeping up with his crudely fast fingers. Your breath was hot and heavy, coming out in short intervals with your noises. Arousal dripping down his fingers and coating his palm. He knew you lost your focus a loooonggg time ago with the way you couldn’t even form sentences that weren’t just his name being drawn out. He loved that he could make your mind do that. As selfish as it was, he wanted your mind to always be like that around him. Just empty.

Just gone, all for him. He liked it, didn’t exactly know what to call it, but he liked when you shut off for him. You could relax, and he could take care of you. Like now!! If— you could call it taking care of your body..

He curved his fingers inside, pushing deeper before you lifted your head from his pillow.

“I’m cumming!- Feels weird!-Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseee Jasonnn!!”

You didn’t really know what you were saying please to, you didn’t know anything in this moment to be honest. The wet sounds of his fingers inside, his heavy breathing, your moaning, and the sounds of blankets being thrown off the bed by your kicking legs was enough to fill your mind.

“You can, sweet thing. This the last one so make it realll good for yourself”

A teasing smile appeared on his face as you let the coil in your womb unwrap, and it unwrapped like a rubber band type of speed. You came, and so did a clear liquid too. It came out intense, and didn’t feel too weird, just confused you. But that confusion was overridden by the powerful force of your orgasm.

Your legs spasmed and shook. Folding so your bare, sopping wet pussy was resting against the curve of his abs. He felt the liquid on his body drip down from the sides and onto his sheets. But he didn’t mind. He was proud of his girl for cumming so hard. Doing her very best and all.

“Good girlll.. God damn, 3 in a row.”

He patted your ass, watching the fat jiggle again before you jolted. Still sensitive and still aching. Swollen and puffy pussy grinding against his body to ride it out and get every last bit out.

You then turned your head slightly back to him. To his fingers running lines down your folds, a bit teasing and a bit soothing. His head turned to the side, seeing your fucked out expression he held back a laugh.

You heard his hands leave your pussy, whining about the loss but he just didn’t respond. Instead his hands went down to his waist, unbuckling his belt and zipper.

“Mm.. You look like you can handle one more though, can’t you angel? 4th sound okay?”

Your mind too gone to give him a reaction. Instead just a lazy nod.

“Kay..”

He tapped your ass again.

“We’ll go to the beach after okay? Don’t worry ‘bout that”

What a liar.

The sun was already setting.. (⋋▂⋌)

The beach would have to wait till tomorrow I guess.

E/N: Oh my gah JASON DUVAL PLEASE JUST SLIDE IT IN RAW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GRAHHHHHHHHHHHH. This was jist a quick goon more than it was something long and thought out. If u couldn’t already tell NOT PROOFREAD and it released super quick. Usually I like to take my time with fics and stuff but I LITERALLY COULDNT HOLD BACK OH MY GAH I HAD TO do it NOWW. But anyway, thank you for reading!! Reblogs, notes, and comments much appreciated!! (*^‿^*) XOXO - Mimi

Tags: @2ftall

[sutashii]

Hoshina Soshiro x Doctor!Reader AU, pt. 3

setting: even if you two are together, you still need to act formal in front of everyone

pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Doctor!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: not applicable

notes: aaaand this one also can be read as a separate story! sorry for these parts being short, just need to take these drabbles out of my head as fast as possible x3

another parts of this AU: part 1 part 2 part 3 (current one) part 4 part 5 part 6

Subordination

You knew you needed to respect subordination between you and Soshiro when you were on public.

For others, you were no more than a vice-captain of Third Division and a simple doctor. Soft touches, lingering feelings of passion and devotion were all perfectly hid behind formal greetings, emotionless phrases and conversations filled with things that should be included in reports and medical forms, exactly as written in the protocol.

You were making medical rounds to see patients’ condition, provide additional treatment and make sure that everything was going as planned. It was a part of your every day routine, and you were doing everything to make your patients’ recover come as soon as possible.

“Doctor [Y/N],” dry and unemotional voice suddenly interrupted you on your way back to the medical office.

Of course it was Soshiro… Vice-captain Hoshina, to be precise.

“Yes, vice-captain?” you turned around to face him, his frowning face was showing hints of worry and exhaustion.

“One of our cadets is injured,” Soshiro said. “They stabbed themselves during the training session.”

“Stabbed?” you raised an eyebrow. “Are they using swords, too?”

“At least they’ve tried to,” Soshiro said with a small smile that had a hint of sympathy to the cadet who also preferred close combat over other fighting styles.

“Noted. Please escort them to my office,” you said and leaded the way to the small medical room filled with equipment and kits.

Cadet settled into a medical chair with anxious look on their face, their right hand visibly injured. Soshiro was standing near to the exit, leaned on doorframe with arms crossed.

“This injury won’t require any stitches,” you said after examination. “But you’ll need to reduce the load on this arm until you’re fully recovered.”

Cadet exhaled with a relieve, and Soshiro’s face lit up with a small, restrained smile.

“Vice-captain Hoshina,” you suddenly said. “I’ll ask you and cadet to fill in a small form about this incident. Feel free to seek my help if needed,” you gave Soshiro and cadet some report forms and started to sterilise all equipment that was used.

Vice-captain and cadet, after ten long minutes, have finally finished their small task. With a sigh of relief, cadet left the medical office just to meet their friends who were waiting for them outside.

You and Soshiro were finally left alone.

“This is actually so exhausting,” Soshiro finally said, coming closer to you with few small steps.

“Yeah, looking for your subordinates was always a hard task to complete,” you smiled, perfectly understanding how much energy Soshiro puts into training and educating his cadets and rookies.

“No, I’m not talking about them. They may be the pain in the ass, but still,” Soshiro smiled and bent just a little, looking over your shoulder as you check medical reports. “I’m talking about us.”

“And what is it?” you turned around to face Soshiro. It was something in his always half-lidded eyes that drew your attention. It was something sad but gentle at the same time.

“That constant need of maintaining subordination between you and me in front of others,” Soshiro exhaled and took your hand into his, his movements filled with love and respect.

“I know,” you nodded. You were kinda tired of these formalities, too, but they’ve needed to be done anyways. “But we can’t be all lovey-dovey in front of your subordinates, you know?”

“You’re right,” Soshiro chuckled. “Otherwise they won’t hop off me until I’m dead.”

You smiled widely and placed a kiss on Soshiro’s cheek, and his face at this moment was worthy of being captured in an art museum.

“I can do this at least when we’re alone,” you said.

Even if you two couldn't show your feelings in public, the moments of closeness and intimacy were twice as dear for both of you when you were alone.

[j0kers-light]

Random arse request that popped in my head ( feel free to ignore )

How would J be with reader that is not a girly girl, more boisterous, buts heads with him when it comes to being told what to do, loves getting down & dirty with things ( tinkering with her Harley ) something along those lines Like heck, she carries her own concealed knife when she just goes to the shops.

Love you ✨️🩶

My beloved @jaysmentalspace bless you! 🖤✨

We need some tomboy!reader around here!! Come on in and I hope you enjoy. I love this request, thank you for sharing!😘 AND I ADORE YOU MORE!

You rolled your eyes the first time Joker gifted you a pink purse gleaming with diamond and charms ew. He learned the hard way you're not a girly girl. You set it on fire.

You prefer to get down and dirty, to get grease in between your fingers and have sweat running down your brow.

Messy buns and large overalls are your go-to outfit and you love a good pair of steel toed boots. It’s not weird for you to pull out a wrench from your back pocket than a tube of lipstick.

The only pink thing you own is a scrunchie and its your baby niece's. It has a home around your gear shift in your modified Chevy.

Joker is pleased to note you can handle your own. Loud and boisterous, you made it clear day one that he will not boss you around.

Your feisty attitude is why he’s so attracted to you. You get right in his face and tell him what’s good. He forgets why you’re mad at him, he’s 👁️🫦👁️

The first time you cuss him out, J literally clutches his pearls. His Bunny isn't a bunny after all. 👀 more like a tiger..

You win 6/10 of the arguments because you pick up something metal and heavy and wave it around like it’s a pencil. Joker shuts up real quick when your accent makes a rare appearance.

Joker is curious as to why you're never at home at night. You are at home, just not at the apartment.

The shop is your real home. You route all your mail there so it might as well be home. you have a bed there so 🤷🏽‍♀️

With rare parts mounted as artwork, bare concrete floors, the smell of fuel in the air, music constantly blasting, and tools scattered everywhere, there’s really no place like home.

You lost hours tinkering on a car or six and most importantly, your bike. She’s your baby. Your pride and joy and you gave J quite the stare when you talk about her out of context.

"I gotta check on Harley. She probably misses me, I'm spending all my time with you."

He freezes like a computer screen. Is this a joke? Are you seriously friends with his psychotic ex? What other Harley are you referring to?

Granted at the time, Joker had no clue what you did during the nights he's gone. He knows you're well protected (he's seen your concealed knives when you polish them at home)

You're like a ninja with the accuracy you throw them. He's been a target once or twice... very pointy. 👀

No, he’s not afraid of you getting hurt, more like he's afraid for the other person who dares to mess with ya.

"I'm tellin ya Boss. This chop shop on Dorian St. keeps refusing to pay for protection. We need to send a message."

It was a mere suggestion. A low priority on Joker's list but he had nothing better to do so he gathered a few of his goons and headed over to this shop.

How dare this shop operate on his turf and not follow the rules? He gets 50% of profit or they have an unfortunate accident. What’s so hard to understand?

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to annoy him. You didn't answer any of Joker’s texts or calls today so he was already in a sour mood. Perhaps delivering this message would relieve some stress.

Joker and his goons stormed the shop thinking it would house several people, given that multiple cars were hoisted up on mechanic lifts. It would take a big crew to restore them all.

Joker eyed a bike parked away from the rest of the vehicles. It stood out and called to him.

He immediately took his knife to it. The destruction drew everyone's attention—even yours despite you welding on a car in the back.

Someeone had stopped your shop music. You were supposed to be alone for the night—you locked up tight after Jason left. You stopped welding and flipped up your mask to investigate.

You rounded the row of modded cars in various states of repair to witness your boyfriend sabotaging your baby.

Someone to your right noticed your presence and drew their gun. Soon a chain reaction occurred until the entire shop was waiting with bated breath for Joker's orders. To shoot or not to shoot?

He was still abusing your bike when one of his goons coughed. "Uh Boss?"

Joker did a double take seeing you standing in the middle of his men—glaring at him like he was the bad guy. Oh. He was, but still!

"B-Bunny? Whatcha doin' here?" J asked.

You threw your welder’s helmet at Joker in anger. He caught it and that seemed to set you off even more.

"What the f__k does it look like I'm doing, Joker?! I'm working! And you... you destroyed Harley!" You wailed as you ran over to access the damage.

Everyone else cringed at the name you dropped. Did you not know? Obviously not.

Your focus was solely on your vintage motorcycle.

Her handlebars were bent, her sick paint job ruined, and did he really have to carve a penis onto the leather seat? "Really Joker? What are you five?"

"I.. uh.."

"Uh uh uh what? Speak up J! Do you normally go around trashing people's prized possessions on a Thursday night? D__n it, you owe me new parts, J! And I want them new."

You glared at a guy who was staring too hard at your tube top and overalls combo. You were alone for the night so you didn’t think your outfit was an issue, but the multiple eyes on you ticked you off.

"And whaddya lookin' at you f__king perv? Aint neva seen a pair of tits before? Yeah that it? Why don't I give ya something to look at then?"

You balled your fist, preparing to swing when Joker dragged you back. "Woahhhh easy there doll.." He joked.

You whirled on him instead.

"I ain't a doll! You and your gang of dickheads can get the f__k outta my shop before I put them to work! Nothin’ but a bunch of sorry sons of b___hes. Move out my way! Breaking in an’ ruining my s__t.."

You pushed past Joker’s stunned goons towards your office so you can start ordering replacement parts.

Meanwhile Joker is standing there like... So that's my girlfriend everyone.

[magicalcroissantholybaguette]

My mom read the first 2 chapters of my sniper x reader fic.

You're probably thinking, did she stumble across the word document while you were away?

No, I gave it to her purposely.

I was talking about a friend's sudden interest in wanting to read romance. She knew him, so we were kinda laughing that how out of all people he'd want to read it.

I mentioned how I wrote this "story" abt the guy I drew the pin up of (she saw it in my room), and how it's written in a way that it's like ambiguous to who's reading it. How this friend knew about it and convinced me to send it to him and how he said he liked it.

Then I cant remember if she asked or if I offered but either way I said fuck it, she would probably do the same if she where my age rn, and I showed it to her.

She was giggling and smiling the entire time, and she said that she liked it but idk if she says that because she's my mom lmao. We where interrupted before reading the rest and she hasn't asked for it again so IDK.

IDK if I made a mistake LMAO.

At the end of the second chapter she was giving recommendations on how to continue it like, "oh don't keep them in bliss now, give them a struggle" and I was like "girl, I wrote 4 more chapters of pure struggle, and I'm not done"

"You wrote 6 chapters?"

"And I'm not finished"

Silence, and her looking at me like I'm crazy and where do I find the time LOL.

[kelcemenow]

Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 7.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2041

Warnings Mentions of fainting/panic attack, this one has a little bit of an angsty theme to it, but there's still a bit of fluff at the end.

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I’ve tried my best with this one! “I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!”

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

"Wooooooh!" Your Dad bellowed as he raised his clenched fists into the air.

You glanced around the viewing box as a couple of other people were watching and smiling at him, "I'm sorry, he's really excited." You nodded.

"This is so awesome!" He beamed back at you, "I can't believe I'm here!"

You grinned and leaned in closer to him, straining your voice over the music, "Well, believe it, it's happening!"

Gripping your plastic tumbler of beer, your wide eyes scanned the stadium as thousands of fan poured into the stadium, filling their seats. There was a sea of red and white clad supporters below you, all anxiously waiting for the game to start. As you took a quick sip of your drink, a loud and low voice boomed in your ears.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Your Kansas City Chiefs!"

The stadium roared as several dozen pumped up men spilled out onto the field, running and jumping in the air to hype up the crowd. Your gaze danced around them until it finally settled onto Travis, who was jogging out close to Patrick, speaking in his ear. They stopped and Travis lifted his knee to begin warming up, his eyes checking the stands. When he finally looked in your direction, your stomach gave a flutter and he waved gently towards you.

Your Dad nudged you playfully with his elbow and you felt your cheeks flush bright red. The excitement built up in your stomach as the floor rumbled with noise, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. The Las Vegas Raiders were the Chiefs' biggest rivals, and with 71 wins against them behind their belts, the Chiefs were preparing for a another one to add to the list.

As the game began, you noticed that your eyes always seemed to drift to Travis. You were watching the game, but there was something about him that drew you in. He was showman, giving the crowd what they wanted and every play was a spectacle. Your Dad was fully immersed, shouting and cheering at every necessary opportunity and it warmed your heart to see him so happy. His kind eyes sparkled like a child at Christmas and by the time half time had rolled around, he had already made a friend in a gentleman next to him.

"Hey, Pop." You leaned closer to him and placed your hand on his shoulder, "I'm heading for another beer, do you want one?"

"Yes please, Sport." He reached into his jeans pocket, "And get one for my friend here."

You smiled and nodded, ducking out of the viewing box, grabbing your bag on the way out. As you paced through the corridors, the roaring sounds of the stadium surrounding you, you pulled your phone from your pocket to check Instagram. You scrolled a few times before your heart stopped as your eyes settled on a post. It was a photograph, although blurry, showing Travis leaning across a small table in a booth to kiss you. You swiped across where there was another picture of the two of you leaving the bar, your hand clasped in his and his gaze fixed on you. You hesitated for a second before tapping on the comments.

"He's dating her???? He can do better."

"I swear she serviced my car last week, not exactly girlfriend material."

"Travis should be dating someone waaay hotter than her."

"She's giving tomboy...and not in a good way."

Moisture quickly flooded your eyes and blurred your vision. You threw your phone back into your purse as you blinked hard, tears rolling down your cheeks. The crowd noises suddenly became muffled and you felt your chest become heavy, your breathing quickening it's pace.

"Are you okay?" A concerned voice said to your right.

You lifted your head as you stumbled back towards the wall, your fingers feeling the cool painted brick.

"Ummm...yeah, thanks." Was all you could manage through your dizzying haze, a numbing sensation spreading from your chest to your face. Your hands pressed against the wall behind you and kept you upright as your mind whirred with the words you had just read.

"Are you sure? I could go and get someone if-"

You sniffed loudly and wiped away some of the moisture that had stained your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, "No, no. Honestly, I'm fine. Thank you, anyway."

The stranger kept his gaze on you for a little longer, concern strewn across his face before disappearing around the corner of the corridor. You took some deep breaths, rubbing the underneath of your eyes a few more times before rolling your shoulders back and heading towards the bar.

You knew that you probably weren't Travis' usual type and the sudden attention was something you had been apprehensive about. But Travis had sucked you into his life, something drew you to him without your knowledge and now you were fully in the deep end. The comments had not only hurt your feelings, but had confirmed something you were afraid of. Rejection.

"What can I get for you?"

"He can do better."

"I'll take three beers please."

"Not exactly girlfriend material."

"Sure, coming up."

"Not in a good way."

The words span around in your mind, your chest becoming heavy again with your laboured breathing. Your fingers fumbled with the opening of your purse, trying desperately to find your wallet but your skin tingled, the numbness returning.

As the three plastic cups of beer were placed on the bar top in front of you, you noticed that your vision was blurring and you were becoming unsteady. You inhaled deeply in an attempt to secure as much oxygen as you could before your legs gave way and you found yourself slumped on the floor, your elbow throbbing in pain from hitting it against the hard walled surface behind you. Two bartenders rushed to your side, their faces appearing in your foggy vision with expressions filled with concern.

"I'm fine...I'm fine." You mumbled, holding your hands out to try and lift yourself from the ground.

"I think we should get someone." A bright female voice stated confidently, "Aaron, go and get someone from medical."

"Honestly, I'm fine."

She placed her hand firmly on your shoulder, "You're not going anywhere, okay? We going to get you looked at."

As you rested your head against the wall behind you, your eyes floated closed and a warm feeling filled your body, blackness drifting in.

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"Really, I'm fine."

"That's all she keeps saying."

"Because I am!" You laughed, shaking your head and looking away.

"You hit your head."

"I hit my elbow."

The bartender had called for an Emergency Medical Technician to check you over, bringing you behind the bar and into the staff area as crowds were beginning to form in the bar during half time. Half time was over now though, and you could hear the game ramping up again.

The EMT continued to check your blood pressure, "Okay, okay. This will only take a few more minutes and we can see what's going on here. You see, people don't just collapse for no reason, Miss."

You rubbed your forehead, "I know. But I'm okay now, I just had a moment."

"Your blood pressure is quite high, this game must be really exciting."

You looked down at the floor, "Something like that."

"That could explain why you collapsed." The EMT furrowed his brow, his apprehensive gaze fully fixed on you, "Are you sure you're okay?"

You rolled your eyes slightly, "For the hundredth time, I'm fine."

The EMT glanced towards the female bartender and then back at you, "Okay. But I would suggest no more alcohol, and take it easy, alright?"

You quickly stood up from the chair, your mouth moving into a smile, "Two beers, please."

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The rest of the game was exactly how you imagined it to be. The Chiefs fan's were traditionally loud and the players themselves ate it up. It was truly entertaining and whilst you didn't follow along completely, seeing Travis happy with his win warmed your heart. You didn't tell your Dad about your incident at the bar, instead lying and saying that you were gone a while due to a line at the restroom.

As the stadium began to empty, your Dad said his goodbyes to his friend as you pulled your jacket on. You quickly checked your phone, knowing it would be too early to hear from Travis and instead took a quick photo of the stadium.

"Come on, Sport." Your Dad called as he threw an arm around your shoulder, "I've had the best time!"

You smiled up at him, "I'm so pleased you've enjoyed yourself."

"Are you kidding me? At Arrowhead with my best girl, watching a Chiefs game in Travis Kelce's viewing box? I can die a happy man now,"

You poked him in the stomach, "Hey now. You know I hate it when you say that!" You drew in closer to him, "What do you wanna do now?"

He frowned down at you, "Are you not going to see Travis? Surely, you'll be okay to go to the locker room as congratulate him? Plus, I'd love to meet him and say thank you for the tickets."

"I don't know." You twisted your face as you absently glanced at your cell phone again, "I don't really know if I'm allowed."

You both meandered down the corridor before you spilled out into the crowd, following the natural flow of people out towards the exits. There was a natural buzz amongst the fans due to another win during an already great season but suddenly, the sound of a gentle commotion distracted your attention.

"What's going on there?" Your Dad asked curiously.

Bodies began moving quickly and cell phones were held high up in the air as people started to swarm towards one particular point.

"Travis!" "Travis Kelce!" "Hey, Travis!"

Your eyes widened as Travis pushed himself through the crowd, reaching out for your hands, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Uhhh...yeah. I'm fine." You licked your lips to ease your sudden dry mouth.

"Are you sure?" His hands moved to your arms, giving them a gentle squeeze as his eyes darted across your face, searching for any indication of injury.

"Travis..."

"One of the medics told me you passed out?"

Your Dad edged his way closer to the pair of you, his eyebrows lowered, "Sorry, what was that?"

You sighed, displaying your clear exasperation, "I had a little moment at the bar during half time, I think I was just overwhelmed and I fell down, that's all."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Your Dad pursed his lips, disappointed that you had kept the truth from him.

"Because I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I'm fine."

"Are you okay?" Travis' hold on you was urgent, as if he didn't want to let you go.

"Travis. Like I said, I'm fine."

You were abruptly aware that a crowd of people had begun to gather, their attention fully on Travis. Looking across to him, you noticed that he was barely out of his kit, his pants and undershirt still on, his feet bearing socks instead of his cleats. His brow was glistening and his hands still had remnants of white tape covering them.

Travis detected your gaze, "I came out to find you as soon as I heard."

Your mouth moved into a soft smile, your heart skipping slightly, "That's really cute."

His eyes flickered down to your lips and you could swear you saw him go to lean in towards you before he realised that you had an audience. He straightened his shoulders and turned towards your Dad.

"It's really good to meet you, sir." Travis held his hand out, nodding his head.

Your Dad exhaled quickly in shock as his face flushed a deep crimson colour, "Oh, Mr Kelce. The pleasure is all mine." He took hold of Travis' hand and shook it enthusiastically.

You leaned towards Travis, moving your mouth slightly closer to his ear, "Dad's a big fan."

Travis turned his head, checking the crowds before pulling your Dad in for a hug, "How's about we all head to the locker room and meet some people, huh?"

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Will I ever post new chapters within a decent time frame? Who knows? I was in a little bit of a writing slump but I feel like I've got out of the other side of it, and I think I know where this story is going to go! But as always, I will take all and any suggests for this one! I've had to adjust the way I do my Taglist as there's now so many of you all which is crazy!! If you want to be added, just let me know! This series will be going for a bit longer now that I've definitely figured out the story, so I reckon the next chapter will be posted in, like...July? Kidding, of course!

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Nothing in Particular | 1 - Thoughtless Behavior & Tender Hearts

Pairing: Omota Uramichi x F!Reader

Summary: A series of unexpected encounters and misunderstandings causes you to fill a large and gaping hole in Uramichi's love life.

“Now remember, kids, it’s important to take responsibility for one’s actions. You may not realize that your thoughtless behavior has consequences, especially when it involves the hearts of others!”

Minors and blank blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

What a waste of time, Uramichi thought, as Usahara finished off his last beer of the night, slurring his words as he passed the near-empty pitcher to one of the guys who worked on sound mixing. Yet again, he was dragged to another after-shoot party. He forgot what their excuse for celebrating was this time–the last ep before their pathetic winter break (which naturally was actually in the peak of summer)?–but whatever it was, was reason enough to go out and stay out for as long as possible. The studio would be closed for a shocking week straight. 

Swirling the leftover foam in his cup around, he thought of all the things he could be doing. All of the fulfilling, exciting, better things he could be doing aside from getting drinks with his co-workers. First, there was the gym. Second, there was… His mind turned black as he drew a blank. Second, there was… He took a sip of foam.

Surely there had to be something better than this.

And yet!

He thought of everything he had going on in his life–a job that constantly asked too much of him, an apartment he lived in alone, no pets, no partner, no family.

Well, shit.

Maybe he got too ahead of himself.

“I’m going out for a smoke,” he excused himself, hoping that he could make a quick escape after. It was easy to shake off the half-hearted ‘stay for another round’s’ and ‘just one more drink’s when he was determined to get home.

“Hey Uramichi!” A voice called out from the booth right before the exit.

He sighed, pausing for a second as he tried to decide on whether or not he should act as if he didn’t hear her. He could find something better to do once he was home.

“I know you’re deciding on if you should ignore me or not!”

He turned around to be greeted by a shit-faced Utano. He vaguely remembered her wailing about her boyfriend going on a short comedy circuit around Chiba Prefecture and how he thought it would be best if he went alone (with her wallet, of course).

“Have you met my friend?”

From the corner seat, you gave him a wave.

He gave you a curt nod. “Well, I did now, so I’ll take my leave.”

You weren’t sure what possessed you to finally take Utano up on her offer of grabbing after work drinks. Maybe today’s work was tougher than you thought. You’d gotten so used to the monotony of a 9-5 (more like a 6-5 since you also dealt with overseas clients) that not much phased you–or maybe you stopped caring and just clocked in every day for your paycheck. You weren’t sure when your life got so boring, but when you saw Utano’s text, you couldn’t help but think it was exactly what you needed to make life a little more interesting.

What you weren’t expecting was for her to invite you to after work drinks with the rest of her co-workers.

You thought of yourself as relatively outgoing and fun, but now under the pressure of making a good impression on your friend’s co-workers, you were stressed by the nuances of social interaction. Which meant you had more drinks than you intended.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa~” Utano sung. “So rude! Hey Uramichi, how bout you keep my dear friend company while I make a veeeeeery important phone call. Who knows! Maybe I’ll come back as an engaged woman!”

Per usual, Uramichi didn’t have enough time to decline the whims of others, and she pushed him into the booth beside you, skipping out with her phone in her hand, quickly searching for her boyfriend’s name. She was humming the tune of a common wedding song.

The space between you was awkward, too close for strangers but if he moved to the space opposite of you, surely you’d see it as an insult. Instead, Uramichi chose to pour himself a shot of sake.

When you were certain Utano was out of earshot, you turned to him and said, “We both know that won’t be the case.” Uramichi was already on his second shot to kill this uncomfortable situation. He set his cup down. Right. You were talking about Utano. “So should we leave before she comes back in a bad mood?”

Finally, someone here was being sensible!

Without a thought, he dragged you along with him lest he get stopped again.

–

The night air brought him back to his senses as he realized how tightly he gripped your wrist. You were slightly breathless with your hair in disarray, reminding him to tone down on his athleticism when dragging others around. You were patting your hair down in an attempt to tame it, and it was under the streetlights that he finally took a good look at you. Damn, you were cute. Really cute. Quickly, he let go of your wrist as his ears burnt up in embarrassment.

“I, uhh, sorry,” he mumbled, quickly realizing he didn’t catch your name. He gave you a slight bow.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Uramichi. Uramichi Omota.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. The man had dragged you out of the izakaya without a second thought, pushing past the rest of his co-workers, griping about how he dreads it when he hears his name since that usually meant that someone wanted something from him. So you knew his name since you heard it at least twenty times before escaping.

Matching his manners, you gave him your name.

“I’m headed towards the convenience store a few blocks away,” you told him, pointing out the way, “so I guess this is where we part ways.” All that running had killed your buzz, but you wouldn’t tell him that directly.

“Unless maybe you’d like to go with me?” Okay, maybe your buzz wasn’t completely dead.

Normally you wouldn’t make such an offer to a stranger, but there was something about this man that made you want to put him in your pocket and take him with you as you ran errands. He was handsome, yes, but more than that, he seemed… Not quite pitiful, no. If anything, you’d describe him as a doll that was never played with–pretty and pristine yet there was an air of loneliness that wouldn’t go away. Okay, maybe he was a bit pitiful but you also thought that it wouldn’t be too bad if you spent more time together.

Uramichi didn’t even glance at you as you spoke, and you wondered if it was a bad idea to even make such a suggestion until finally he spoke, agreeing with nonchalance.

Rather than letting your walk be filled with the sound of your footsteps as you walked side-by-side, you talked. He seemed like the type that wouldn’t mind.

“I really like this convenience store,” you said, “since they let you drink alcohol in their outdoor seating. Not many places let you do that nowadays, so I was happy to find one near me.”

You were right. It was a rare find nowadays. During the summer months when he stayed late at the studio, sometimes Uramichi craved a drink outdoors instead of his lonely apartment. This konbini didn’t seem too far from his place either. He wondered if you lived in the same neighborhood.

“What, no way!” You exclaimed as you eyed the drink aisle. A bright bold poster hung above the fridge, stating that there was a buy one get one free sale on Strong Zero. Making your way towards the back, you hoped that they had your favorite flavor.

Going at a slower pace, Uramichi walked through the aisles. The sign out front was deceiving. The convenience store was called Law & Sons with an inverted color scheme of the chain konbini Lawson’s. The goods inside were typical of a convenience store though, and he made his way towards you.

Armed with a small basket, it was filled with six cans of the shochu highball. Noticing his gaze, you explained, “Since this place is independently owned, the owner’s nice enough to order exactly what you want if you put in a request. This is the closest konbini that sells my favorite flavor, and I like to stock up on ‘em... I wasn’t gonna drink them all right now.”

“I’m not really one to judge,” was all he said. But wasn’t he just looking at your basket with judgment right now?

–

Sitting down with your drinks and some snacks, you told Uramichi that now was where you’d part ways for real. But he was giving you that look again, like he didn’t want to go home quite yet. It’s funny how his face never matched his words. How could you abandon him?

“Have you ever had one of these before?” You asked, pushing your open can towards him. You took it as a no since he sat down across from you and took a sip.

“I wasn’t really planning on drinking today,” you said, glugging down a good third of a new can, “but here I am!” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. “Sometimes it’s easier to just have a few drinks instead of reflecting on how I’ve disappointed the little kid with big dreams that I once was.”

It was unnerving how you could say something so dark with a smile on your face. Was this how others felt around him?

“It can be hard,” he finally said, “dealing with the disappointment of how our lives have ended up. Sometimes, I like to think that our past selves are okay with our decisions though, that they understand every decision we had to make in order to see tomorrow.”

Those earthen eyes of his looked honey sweet under the glow of night’s lights, or maybe the Strong Zero finally hit you. He seemed so earnest about his words, and it was cute, if not a bit too serious of a conversation with a stranger you were just sharing a drink with.

“Thanks! Your words were very…”

Uramichi tried to mentally finish your sentence before you–dark, disturbing, odd. 

“Kind.”

Oh? Oh, oh, oh. The unexpected compliment pushed its way past Uramichi’s walls and kicked down the door to his heart.

Rifling through your bag, you pulled out two more of the alcoholic beverages.

“So should we drink to them?” You asked. “Our past selves and us who are out here surviving?”

–

Several hours of idle chatter and salty snacks later, Uramichi walked beside you despite your protests.

“I’m hardly even buzzed now,” you whined, “which means I’m perfectly capable of walking myself home.”

In the hours you spent together, you realized the man had a strong sense of responsibility and wouldn’t take no for an answer. You used all of your best excuses too–you were in your 30s and a fully grown and independent woman. Even if it was out of duty, it was still sweet that he came with you.

After telling him your address, he mentioned that it was only a couple of blocks west of his. You weren’t sure if this was a lie to make you feel better about his detour home. He seemed like the honest type though.

At least he didn’t have to drag you up any stairs since you lived on the first floor.

Walking up to your building, Uramichi assessed the area as you pointed out your place as the one in the back corner. It was quiet but dark, peaceful but lonely. Would this be a good place for him to move to? It seemed like this area wouldn’t get that many door-to-door marketers. He was tired of getting woken up early on his days off.

So lost in his thoughts was Uramichi, that your voice startled him.

“I said thank you,” you repeated yourself.

And now it wasn’t your voice that startled him but your lips on his.

Was it pathetic that he couldn’t even remember the last time he kissed someone, let alone fucked? It’s not like he was trying–and he definitely wasn’t trying as hard as Usahara–but damn, the reality of his unpopularity was starting to settle in.

Even though his memory was faulty and his thoughts were dark, at the very least, his body remembered what to do. One hand snaked down to your lower back, pressing your body to his while the other braced himself on your door. He felt more than his heart beat when you pulled him closer, making sure the kiss wouldn’t break.

And as suddenly as it started, it stopped at the sound of something rustling at the other end of the corridor. You pulled apart and hastily tried to make yourself presentable. Until you realized that the noise came from a stray cat.

You both took it as your sign to part.

“See you around, Michi.”

And with that, your door slammed shut, leaving behind a flustered man.

–

Let’s go out to dinner! On me! As an apology for ditching you the other night!!! (✿◦’ᴗ˘◦)♡

The stars must have aligned that night to work out in your favor. Utano had apparently run off after her phone call with her boyfriend didn’t go as planned, meaning you didn’t have to explain why you left with Uramichi and what had happened after.

Meet me at my workplace! Should be getting off early ✰

You grimaced. She was really taking advantage of your flexible schedule since you worked partially remote. But still, you texted her back, asking for her address.

After you closed the door on Uramichi that night, you’ve died a bit every day since as you replayed your mortifying behavior. Who just randomly kisses someone for being nice to them?! And doesn’t even have the courtesy to speak to them after?! A part you half-hoped that maybe Uramichi just shrugged off the kiss. He was good-looking enough that maybe this might not have been an uncommon event for him. As your brain tried to lessen your impending meltdown, you might have grown somewhat delusional.

–

“Hey, sorry! Seems like the director wants me on standby for a bit,” Utano apologized as she led you on the set.

You knew she worked on a children’s educational program but you never really looked into it aside from what the show was called. It seemed overstimulating with the lights, music, and children running around. This chaotic environment suited her though.

“We just have to hang back until Uramichi’s segment is done,” she explained. A tall, younger man who was dressed in an equally bright fashion stood on her other side. She introduced him as Iketeru, the other song leader.

It was surprising how chipper and musical Uramichi’s voice could be as he interacted with the children guests. Everyone had a work voice, you reasoned, remembering how some of your overseas clients mentioned how happy you sounded over the phone.

“Now do some backflips!” The director barked.

“But that has nothing to do with this segment…”

You turned to Utano and Ikeru who were unphased by their boss’s orders, deciding to stay quiet instead of asking if this was a normal request.

To your surprise, Uramichi complied despite his comment of protest, and your jaw dropped at his athleticism. He had mentioned being an exercise leader, but was it normal for them to do stunts like these on kids shows?

When he landed, Uramichi noticed an unexpected visitor on set and was grateful that he only noticed you now. 

The kiss had been bothering him the entire week that he was off. He was torn over texting Utano for your number and didn’t want to bother her during their precious time off work. It would have been creepy if he showed up at your place unannounced. The thought of frequenting that konbini you went to seemed even weirder.

Most of all, he was hurt that you didn’t seem intent on reaching out to him after. Did that kiss even mean anything to you? Was he just some guy? Usahara had mentioned how frightening city girls could be, but Uramichi didn’t realize how out of touch he’d been with the dating scene.

Like the professional he was, he turned towards the children who were giving him varying degrees of attention.

“Now remember, kids, it’s important to take responsibility for one’s actions. You may not realize that your thoughtless behavior has consequences, especially when it involves the hearts of others!”

“Whoa, did he get dumped?” One of the children asked.

“No way, I don’t think girls like him like that.”

“Isn’t he too old to date? I thought people just gave up and accepted singlehood after a certain age.”

His shoulders drooped. This group was extra critical today.

“Is he talking about me?” You whispered to Utano.

“What?” She asked in total confusion. “No, he’s always like that. Why would he be talking about you?”

“Um, he was looking directly at me as he was saying that…”

She looked at you knowingly, and you were nervous about her figuring out the truth. She nodded. “I forgot that you’re unfamiliar with the entertainment business. We’re standing behind the camera. It might seem like Uramichi is looking at you, but he’s looking at the camera. Besides, he always looks like that–with that dead-eyed fish stare.”

You made the mistake of fessing up to the truth despite knowing how loud she could get.

“Wait, what?! How can I be a matchmaker when I can’t even finalize my own perfect match?” She ranted. It seemed like she cared more about her own position rather than the situation you had gotten yourself into. “If I have one more friend that gets married before I do…!” 

“Uramichi oniisan?” One of the children asked. “Is this what you meant about thoughtless behavior having consequences?

Iketeru and some other set members had to usher Utano back to her dressing room to settle her down. You were left awkwardly standing alone.

“Not quite,” he smiled at them before catching your eyes.

Oh, he was definitely talking about you.

A/N: So I just binged Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan (both the anime and manga!) and the moment Uramichi came on screen, this man has bewitched me body and soul. This series is so relatable for all the burnt out working adults out there and had me laughing at every moment. Naturally, I had to turn my maladaptive daydreams of Uramichi into written word.

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TV Life, 11/29/2024 Issue (No.23) ft. Miyabe Nozomi & Miyazawa Yu (translations below)

Publication: November 13, 2024

GavvPare! Vol.6 (Miyabe Nozomi)

-The main episodes that gave me confidence-

Let's backtrack abit and go over episode 7 and 8, which focus on Sachika. When I first read the script, I felt the difficulty of having to express a completely different side of Sachika's usual self through her past troubles and the problems she still faces. I'm not the type of person who shows alot of emotion on a daily basis, so I've never been angry like that in real life. I wasn't sure how to act it out, but Director Sugihara gave me the advice to "put more power into my eyes," and so I tried to play the role while being conscious of both the impression being conveyed through my eyes, and the gap between Sachika's typical smiling face and her enraged expressions. I was happy to receive tons of messages after the broadcast from viewers on SNS saying, "I cried" and "It was really good," and Director Sugihara also praised me. I gained confidence in my performance through these episodes, and it also motivated me.

Also, the scene with the paint being thrown on me was a valuable experience. In actuality, the paint wasn't real paint, but a mixture of dyes and flour, so it was alittle heavy, but during practice we used water, so the sensation was different. I think Tsujioka-san, who played Egawa, had a difficult time managing to do it. Still, I feel that the tension in the air, combined with the urgency and anxiety we both had, made for a scene that left an impact.

In episode 11, Shouma, Hanto, and Sachika finally work together. I personally enjoyed Hanto being pushed around by Shouma and Sachika (laughs). Hino-kun's comical performance really drew us in. Since there's been a series of episodes with more serious elements, I'd be happy if you could watch episode 11 while giggling.

Q: Tell us an unexpected side of Chinen-kun!

A: My first impression was that he was such a reliable person, that I couldn't believe he was younger than me, but right after filming started, I began to think that he "might just be an airhead." Recently, after the Director told him, "Next, we're going to shoot a close up of Shouma," for some reason he replied with, "Thank you very much" (laughs). I keep a close eye on him while thinking how adorable he is.

Off Shot: Nails that look like corn! I'm sure "Shouma" will say they look tasty. I also change my nails every time to match my outfits! _

BakuDAYS Vol.18 (Miyazawa Yu)

-I'm acting while being conscious of Sakito's growth-

Recently, the scene in episode 32 where Genba and Sakito clashed was particularly memorable for me, especially the sumo wrestling scene. From episode 35, in which Bundorio's past is revealed, as Byundi's partner, he had alot of feelings about it. I think it's only because Sakito's shared many experiences with Byundi up until now that he's able to understand both the joy of reuniting with Bundorio and the shock of learning about Bundorio's past. Although he understands Byundi's feelings better than anyone else, Sakito's very clumsy, so I was conscious of portraying the clumsy way he approaches Byundi, as well as the kindness he shows to him.

Sakito's been living in space since he was 10 years old, so there probably wasn't an environment for him to attend elementary or middle school to learn anything. Because of this past, my interpretation is that Sakito's a character that has trouble keeping his distance from others, is strangely calm in situations where others would normally be in a panic, and that he has an incredibly childish side to him. The experience he's gained as a Cleaner is an important part of Sakito, but there's also alot he's learned since encountering the Boonboomgers. He's always lived in space, so naturally, I'm sure he was confused and anxious about the sudden increase of friends. However, as a member of Boonboomger, Sakito has definitely grown. I'm conscious of acting in a way that brings out such perfect characterization.

Things will continue to rage on from here on out! Spindo, the final boss, has appeared, but I wonder what'll happen to the Boonboomgers from here. And then, how will the ISA play into the story? It'd make me happy if you'd look forward to the conclusion!

Q: Something you want cleaned up by the "Cleaner"

A: I've been filming Boonboomger for over half a year now, so I want to get my clothes in order. I'd like to get rid of things that need to be thrown away, so I'd like to have this cleaned up by the end of the year. I don't wanna have to drag this into the coming year! (laughs).

BakuageSHOT: A photo that was taken after filming the final scene in episode 37. Filming has entered the climax, and developments are going to continue to rage on from here on out, but as the Boonboomgers, we'll continue to overcome these "raging waves" until the very end! I don't want it to be over, but the six of us are going to push forward until the very end!