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you belong with me ll || joe burrow x reader

description: you and Joe have been best friends ever since ohio state and you’ve been his biggest supporter for as long as you both could remember. it was always the same dynamic between you both, friends. very very very close friends. but what if you were more than just friends?

a/n: welcome to part 2! i really couldn’t stop writing this one so i had to split it up :) sorry this took a while!!

warnings: language, mentions of sex

word count: 13.9 k

Part 1 Part 3

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A few days later

You enter your apartment with tears flowing from your eyes. You throw your bag to the side and kick your shoes off before running over and face planting on your couch. You felt like absolute shit because of the day you had and your anxiety was through the roof. First, it was waking up to your period and dealing with deadly cramps while trying to get ready for work. Then, you got lectured by your Boss for being late to a work meeting because you had spent a few extra minutes in bed because of the cramps, and then you managed to take on a work project that you knew would be too much for you so you could make it up to your boss. Then, you managed to spill coffee all over your very new and expensive outfit. On top of that, the florist for your sister’s wedding–which was slowly approaching–had canceled last minute. You had taken on a lot of the planning duties for her wedding, which you now regret, and things were not going as planned. Everything just felt like it was crumbling.

The thought of you and Joe’s relationship was also still lingering in your mind, you just wanted to know how he felt but didn’t want to push it, and it was driving you insane. So many thoughts were floating through your mind. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if this caused him to pull away from you? You couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to talk to Joe, not getting to hear his adorable laugh; but most importantly, not having the comfort of knowing you had a person in your life who would always stick by your side no matter what happened. But what if he did feel the same way? What if he had felt the same way all this time but you were too blind to see it? It was an endless battle in your mind and your curiosity was only getting worse by the day; it all could go away if you simply just talked to him, but you refused to push both of you into that situation. If it was going to happen, it would have to happen on its own.

All you could think about was him. Joe was the only person who could make you feel butterflies and lovesick simultaneously.

Lovesick. You were lovesick. You couldn’t think about anything other than Joe and your feelings for him, and it was causing you to spiral, falling into an abyss of feelings you thought you moved on from a long time ago.

“Ughhh,” you grumbled into the pillow. “Why did everything have to be so complicated?” You thought to yourself. You lifted your head from the pillow and reached for your phone, checking the time before you opened up your contacts, calling the only person who could turn your mood around, who you really needed to talk to. And as usual, he picked up in an instant.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joe grinned as he was on the way home from practice.

“H- Hey, Joe,” you said, trying to hide the fact that you were crying.

He instantly noticed something was off by the way you sounded, and this was one of his greatest talents. He could always figure out when you were lying, hiding something, or crying by just hearing your voice.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his smile faltering.

“Y- Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you lie, trying to hide your emotions because you don’t want him to be worried.

“You sound..off,” he said as he pulled into his driveway.

“Just tired,” you mumble.

He sighed at your response and was a little mad that you wouldn’t tell him what was really wrong. You had a habit of always bottling up your feelings and never openly talking about them. When they built up, they would come out explosively in the form of a breakdown, and it was not pretty. Joe always had to tell you that it was alright to let them out even if it felt like a lot, but here you were, bottling them up again and not listening to his advice.

“Damn, that sucks,” he said, sounding incredibly stand-off-ish on purpose. “Maybe take a nap?” he suggests as he texts his parents that he won’t be able to join them for dinner tonight, then types in the address of the nearest pizza spot by your apartment. If you weren’t gonna talk to him about what was really wrong, he was going to have to get it out of you himself. This, plus what happened a few days ago with how you randomly left his house early in the morning without explanation was starting to bother him. He needed you to open up and what better way to do so than with pizza, wine, and ice cream? Three of your most favorite things.

You flinch at his sudden change of tone. “Joe-” you begin to say before he cuts you off.

“Listen, I gotta go. I’m kinda busy right now so I’ll talk to you later. Get some rest,” he says before he hangs up, not giving you a second to respond. You move the phone out from your ear as tears pooled your eyes again. Even the one person who could make you feel better couldn’t talk to you right now, and that made you feel even more shitty.

He felt terrible for being so rude to you, but he knew that what you needed was some comfort and leisure, not just another lecture from him like he usually would give when you got like this.

You wiped the tears that fell from your eyes, mumbling “Jerk,” as you got up from the couch to go change into something comfy. You opted for another one of his hoodies, which was a few sizes too big, and a pair of leggings. Then, you did what he said to do which was take a nap. Maybe that would make you feel better since he was too occupied to talk to you for a few minutes.

An hour later

You were woken by the sound of your doorbell, your puffy eyes slowly adjusting to your room which was now dark. You rubbed your eyes as you got out of bed, not bothering to fix your disheveled appearance, and walked straight over to the door to see what it was.

You wiped your nose and cheeks with the sleeve of the sweatshirt as you opened the door, your eyes widening at the sight of what, or who was standing at the door.

“Hard day?” Joe asked with a gentle smile. You looked up at his face, then down to his hands which were holding a box of pizza from your favorite pizzeria, a bottle of pinot noir, and a tub of cookies and cream ice cream.

Your eyes softened when you saw him. This was your biggest weakness. You could never stay mad at him for longer than a few hours, even shorter if you actually saw him in front of you, just like you did now. “Yeah,” you sigh before you open the door a little more to let him in.

He smiled as he walked inside, placing all the stuff he had on the kitchen island. He noticed that you had his blue Nike sweatshirt on, the one he had been looking all over for because it was his favorite, but didn’t say anything because you had it, and that was perfectly fine.

He turns around and sees you standing in front of him, looking incredibly defeated with your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He instantly grabs your arm and pulls you into him, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and another around your lower back. He held you incredibly close to his warm body, and you wanted him to never let go.

“Jerk,” you murmur against his chest.

“I’m sorry but I had to be a little jerky so I could do this,” he said softly, referring to his little surprise. “Did you really think I would’ve left you hanging like that?”.

“I meannn,” you drag out, teasing him as you look up at him.

Joe gasped dramatically as he said, “I must really be lacking in the bestie department then,”.

“Mmph, please. If anything, you’ve set and exceeded the standards in the bestie department. You’re entering uncharted territory now,” you joke as you feel him rub your back, the warmth of his body making you forget all about your terrible day.

“Oh really? What territory?” he questions as he looks down into your soft eyes.

“Boyfriend territory,” you say, feeling a pit of nervousness in your stomach because you didn’t know why you said that or how he would react to you saying that. It was pretty boyfriendish of him to drop what he was doing at the moment, which was probably getting ready for dinner with his parents which he so clearly was skipping for you, to come over with your favorite things in the hope of making you feel better.

Joe swore his heart stopped when you said that. Boyfriend? He knew you were kidding, at least he thought you were, but the fact that you actually said it in regards to him was making his heart race. Were you calling him your boyfriend?

“I guess I’ll be setting the standards in the boyfriend department as well since nobody knows how to do that either,” he says, trying to act cool.

“Well, you’re setting them pretty high right now,” you smile as you break out from his embrace to examine the goodies he brought, letting out an internal sigh of relief that he didn’t say anything about basically telling him he was acting like your boyfriend. Little did you know that Joe didn’t just want to set the standards in the boyfriend department, he wanted to be the standard, and go above and beyond it for you.

“You’re literally the best person ever for this,” you say as you get a whiff of the delicious pizza.

“Nothing a good pizza, wine, and dessert trio can’t fix,” he shrugs as he walks over to the cabinets to grab plates and glasses.

“Are you drinking the wine too? Don’t you have practice tomorrow?” You ask as you grab the food and bring it over to the couch.

“Nah, it’s optional tomorrow so I probably won’t go,” he says as he brings over the plates.

“Sooo that means you have time?” You ask as you jump on the couch with a grin on your face.

“Yeah, I have time,” he chuckles as he puts the stuff down and joins you on the couch.

“Can we watch Pitch Perfect?” you ask, sticking your bottom lip out.

“Again? I swear to god I’ve seen that movie 30 times with you,” he grimaces.

“You can never get tired of the Barden Bellas, Joey. Just accept it,” you chuckle as you turn on the movie.

“Whatever you say,” he laughs, getting up from the couch and pouring you both a glass of wine.

An hour later, you both are full from the delicious pizza and slightly tipsy from the wine. The movie is still playing in the background as you both are digging into the delicious ice cream.

“Mm, this is soo good,” you groan as you take another bite.

“Told you. Ice cream makes everything better,” he shrugs as he takes another spoonful and shoves it into his mouth.

“You make everything better. This ice cream is just a minor addition,” you say, giving him a loaded look before going back to the ice cream.

He stops eating the frozen dessert and turns over so that his whole body faces you. “You still didn’t tell me what happened,”.

You shove the spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, slowly removing the spoon from your mouth as you hear him talk.

“I know you were lying earlier,” he says, raising his eyebrow.

“Can’t ever hide anything from you, Can I?” You chuckle as you put the spoon down and turn so that your whole body is facing him, tucking your legs under you as you sit up on your knees.

“Even if you tried,” he smiles.

You let out a deep breath before running your fingers through your hair. “I just had a really shitty day and my head feels like it’s ready to explode,”.

He reaches over and grabs your hand, entwining your fingers before giving it a gentle squeeze. “What happened?”.

“Well first, I’m on my period so I literally feel like I’m about to die,” you say.

“Good thing I brought ice cream then,” he chuckles.

“Like I said, you’re the best person ever. Anyway, then I was a bit late to a work meeting because of the cramps and my boss absolutely berated me for it. So then to soften the blow, I told her I would take on this project for next month but I’m definitely way in over my head with it and I haven’t even really looked into it. And then I spilled coffee all over my very expensive outfit which I just bought last week,” you sigh.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, giving you a look that told you he was being serious and not just trying to make you feel better.

“You don’t have to,” you giggle. “This was more than enough,” you say, pointing over at the empty pizza box and wine glasses.

“Mmm, it wasn’t but continue,” he says.

You playfully roll your eyes and continue, “And then worst of all, the florist for Kaylee’s wedding canceled and the wedding is in 3 weeks. I don’t know why I took on so many planning responsibilities because I feel like I’m drowning and I really don’t want to screw up her wedding,”. You feel tears pool in your eyes again, feeling another wave of anxiety come over you.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Joe soothes while rubbing your hands, noticing that you started to get antsy again. “You’re not going to screw anything up,”.

“Really? Because it feels like I’m screwing up everything,” you say, tensing up. You were partly referring to the wedding, but also about you and Joe’s friendship which you were at risk of ruining because of your emotions. You would always try to talk to Joe about your feelings no matter what they were, but this time you couldn’t even if it was when you needed to the most.

“Are we still talking about the wedding?” He asks, feeling a change in what you were talking about based on your demeanor.

“I don’t even know anymore,” you say as you start to cry. “I just have so many thoughts going through my head right now that I don’t even know what’s really making me act like this,”. You felt hot tears streaming down your cheeks again as you started to shake a little.

Joe felt awful seeing you like this. He still felt like you weren’t telling him everything, but he didn’t want to push you if you really didn’t want to talk about it, especially if it was making you act like this. He hated seeing you upset and the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes broke his heart.

“Come here,” he mumbles as he reaches out for your arm, pulling you on top of him and in for a hug.

You shoved your head into the crook of his neck almost like it was a reflex, letting out another sigh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “I don’t know what’s going through your head, but I’m here if you need anything. I’m always here and I’m not going anywhere,” he says as he rubs your back. Joe always had a way of alleviating your pain, knowing exactly how to bring you down if you were stuck on a dark cloud. Whether it was his promising words or his pacifying hugs, he could always make you ignore your worries.

“Thanks for always being here,” you sniffle against his neck.

“I’m always going to be here,” he says before pressing two soft kisses on your forehead, which is new. “You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he smirks.

Your heart fluttered when you felt him press his lips against your skin. He’d never done that before, even when you had breakdowns worse than this. Was he just being sweet or was this something else?

All he wanted to do was to take your pain and anxiety away. He still wasn’t sure what was making you act like this, surely it wasn’t just a bad day at work, so what was it? Was it connected to how you randomly sneaked out of his house a few days ago without telling him you were leaving?

“No, No, No. Enough with the investigation. She needs her best friend right now,” Joe thought to himself as he went back to comforting you. He looked down and saw you clutching onto his bicep as your head stayed in the crook of his neck, feeling your shallow breaths and teardrops. You felt his hand move to the back of your head, his fingers moving through your hair and gently rubbing your head.

“You’re okay,” he soothes. “Everything’s going to work out for the better on its own. I promise,” he says. You really couldn’t see how everything would work out on its own, but his words were incredibly convincing.

A few minutes later, the once-flowing tears had now dried up and your breathing had returned back to normal. You stayed in his comfortable embrace for a little longer, relishing the peace and warmth it was providing. The warmth radiating off of his body felt like a safety blanket, just like how it felt when you were cuddling him a few nights ago at his house.

“You’re so comfy,” you mutter against his neck. “My personal body pillow,”.

“You can use me anytime you want,” he says, pulling you in tighter.

You smile at his words and then press a kiss to his neck, not really sure why, but it felt right.

Joe froze when he felt you kiss his neck. You’d never done that before, ever. His heartbeat picked up and his palms started to get sweaty, and you could feel it. Was that because of you? Were you making him nervous?

Then and there he felt like telling you how he felt. He wanted to tell you that it was going to be alright, that he loved you more than anything in the universe and would always be here for you in every way possible, and that you belonged with him. But he didn’t because he didn’t want to do this now, it didn’t feel right. He wasn’t going to do that to you right now when you needed comfort more than anything. No reason to push those feelings onto you and cause you to get worked up again.

“Thank you for doing this. I know today was your weekly dinner with your parents so I appreciate you skipping it for me,” you say, pulling your head out of his neck and meeting his soft eyes.

“You remembered?” He asked, a little surprised that you remembered his weekly dinners with his parents.

“Of course, I remembered. You’ve been having weekly dinners with them since you got drafted, same day every week,” you grin. “But seriously, thank you for doing this. You always know how to make me feel better,”.

“It’s my job,” he shrugs.

“Well, you deserve a promotion because you’re doing amazing,” you smile as you move his hair out from his eyes. You stare at him for a few seconds, taking in every detail about his face. His perfect ski slope nose was a little red because of the cold weather, his deep blue eyes that you wanted to get lost in, the little scruff on his chin that you wanted to feel against your body, and his adorable smile lit up the entire room. Everything about him was perfect. He was perfect, and you wanted him so badly.

“You still owe me an explanation for why you snuck out of my house that morning,” he said, snapping you out of your daze as he moved a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Ohh, uhh. I thought I told you. Lydia needed my help getting ready for her brunch date,” you lie. “She was freeaaaking out. So she picked me up and we went back to my place to get her ready,”.

Joe knew you were lying. The tone of your voice gave it away but also since he asked Lydia. He asked her if you were alright after you texted him saying she picked you up for morning Pilates since she didn’t want to go alone. Joe didn’t understand why you were lying to him, but he also didn’t want to ask you since he had just gotten you to relax and didn’t need you to get anxious again.

“Ah, I see,” he says. You let out an internal sigh of relief at his response since it seemed like he believed you.

“Next time, wake me up because that felt awfully like a walk of shame,” he teased, making you blush and squirm in his arms.

“That’ll be the first walk of shame that happened even though the pair in question didn’t do anything scandalous,” you giggled.

“Tell that to my neighbors,” Joe mumbled as he looked up at the ceiling.

“What?” you shrieked as you moved out of his arms, a look of confusion on your face.

“Yeahhh, they saw you run out of the house and mentioned it to me when I was taking out the trash,” he said as he nervously wiped his hands on his thighs.

“Oh my god. Which neighbor?” you cringed, covering your face with the sleeves of his your hoodie.

“Mrs. Nelson,” he laughed, knowing that you were scared of her. Something about that woman’s eyes sent chills up your spine whenever you would see her. You saw her most evenings when you were leaving Joe’s house, and she looked like she was judging you every single time.

“She said, ‘Joey, I know that you young men have needs, but could you at least tell her to put on some pants before darting out the door bright and early in the morning. Some of the neighbors have kids that like to be out early,” Joe said in a girly voice.

“Oh my god,” you whined against your hands. “Did you at least correct her?” you asked as you moved your hands from your face.

Joe looked around the room with a smug look on his face, avoiding your eyes which told you everything you needed to know.

“Joseph Lee!” you screamed as you got up from the couch and started hitting him with a pillow.

“Hey, it was funny,” he laughed as he held up his hands to protect himself from your swings.

“I’m not laughing,” you said, trying to hide your smile. Truth be told, it was pretty funny.

“Okayy, we’re not about to do this again,” Joe says as he gets off the couch.

“Why? Because you manhandled last time and ended up under me?” you smirk as you twirl the pillow around.

“Because this time, you’ll be the one under me,” he teases, giving you a wink. Your stomach did a backflip and the room felt like it got 10 degrees hotter because of his alluring words. The wine was definitely doing its thing right now, for both of you. Words came out of his mouth that he would never say to you, and you weren’t even thinking twice about them. For once, you didn’t overanalyze his words and went straight back to the conversation.

“That’s it!” you giggle as you start hitting him with the pillow again, but he retaliates by reaching down and swooping you off your feet. He throws you over his shoulder, resting one of his hands extremely close to your ass on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing right now, and you were loving every second of it even though you could barely process it.

“Joe, let go of me,” you laugh as he makes his way through your apartment with you over his shoulder.

“How does it feel to get manhandled, Hm?” he smiles as he kicks open your room door, gently tossing you down onto the bed as you let out a soft yawn.

“Extremely Comfy,” you smile back as he kneels on the bed to hover over you. He places both of his hands on each side of your head, caging you in; this position feels a little too coupley. His hair was falling into his eyes as his big body was shielding you from the overhead light of your room, almost creating a cocoon around you.

“Hi,” you whisper, staring deeply into his gentle eyes that were now a shade of deep blue, just like the ocean.

“Hi,” he chuckles. His lips were just inches from yours and he had the urge to crash his lips down on yours and kiss you like he had been wanting to do all these years.

Similarly, you felt like reaching up and pushing his face down onto yours, capturing his perfect lips in a soft kiss. Both of you had the same thought but neither of you knew that.

“You look pretty,” Joe mumbled as he moved a few strands of hair behind your ear before moving his hand back to where it was, setting fireworks off in your heart.

“I don’t but thanks for lying,” you say as you fist one of your hands into his hair, playing with the strands.

“Please. You always look pretty, Y/N. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he adds, feeling lovestruck at the sight of you giggling underneath him. Your eyes sparkle in the light, your skin glowing, and your once puffy eyes are now back to normal. His stomach was doing backflips as he realized he was on top of you right now, in a position that wasn’t generally friendly, but you didn’t seem to be bothered by it; just like how you seemed when you were on top of him a few nights ago.

The pit of nervousness in your stomach was back as your breathing intensified. Your palms started to feel sweaty while your face felt hotter than usual. There was no way that this was a friendly interaction right? He was literally on top of you, inches from your face, and had the same exact look he had on his face on the way home from the Christmas party a few days ago, lovestruck.

“Thank you for coming over tonight,” you said, your eyes not moving from his. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,”.

“I told you, I'm always going to be here for you and I mean it. You’ve always been there for me when I needed someone and I couldn’t be more grateful for you. When the most special & important girl in my life needs someone, I'm there. Anytime, Any place,” he says, his face moving closer to yours.

The most special and important girl in his life, he said. He was talking about you and only you and that was the cherry on top that sealed the deal.

“I know that even if everything in my life fades, including football and the people I’ve met along the way, I know that you’ll always be there no matter what,”.

Your stomach was in knots right now. You wanted to scream and cry right now because of his words–but out of happiness and not despair. You felt like you were being transported back to college right now, experiencing those new feelings of excitement when you realized you had a crush on someone. Back in college, you felt those feelings of excitement about Joe. And years later, those feelings of excitement were still calling his name.

Love. That was it. You were in love with Joe. You have been in love with him since you two were just a couple of silly college kids trying to get through young adulthood together. Those feelings that you thought were momentary and situational, were permanent and eternal. And now that you two were grown up, it was clear how you felt about him. You had avoided those feelings for too long, and they only got stronger as the moments passed by. No wonder none of your past relationships would ever work out. The right person was in front of you this entire time and has been there for as long as you can remember.

Screw letting things happen naturally. You couldn’t take it anymore. You were on the verge of screaming how you felt about him at the top of your lungs. You had to tell Joe what you were feeling even if it was right now, completely out of the blue.

“Joe I-,” you start to say before the sound of his phone ringing interrupts you.

You watch as he closes his eyes and sighs, “Hang on,” he says as he moves off of you and takes his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s my mom. You good if I take this?” He asks you.

“Yeah, of course. Tell her I said Hey,” you smile. You watch as he fixes his hair and walks out of your room, shutting your door and leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You couldn’t believe that you were so close to telling him how you felt. So, so, so close. You loved him more than anything in the world and now that you realized it, you wanted him to be yours, and only yours.

“I love him,” you whispered to yourself as you stuffed your face into a pillow to hide the blood rushing into your cheeks. You started kicking your feet back and forth, feeling exactly how you did in college when you first realized you liked Joe. It felt like pure teenage innocence. He was the only man you had ever loved now that you thought about it. Yes, you had said those 3 words to other men before, but you never meant it like you did with Joe.

“Hey Mom,” Joe says as he sits down on the couch.

“Hey Sweetie. Everything alright? You didn’t really explain why you had to miss dinner tonight?” She says.

“Sorry about that. Y/N had a really bad day and I’m over at her place right now,” Joe said as he looked over to your side table, spotting a picture frame that had a photo of the two of you. The photo was of you two after the AFC championship game in 2022 that sent the Bengals to their first Super Bowl in years. You were clutching onto his waist, your head leaning on his chest and a huge smile plastered on your face as you were looking up at him. Joe had his arm around your shoulder and was in the middle of putting his championship hat on your head. Both of you were surrounded by tons of people, but the only thing you could focus on was each other. The candid photo captured both of your sentiments perfectly.

Flashback to 2022

You were waiting on the sidelines, taking in the moment as much as you could before you went over to celebrate with Joe. The Bengals had just beat the Chiefs, 27-24, and were on their way to the Super Bowl for the first time in years. You got an intense feeling of Deja vu as you watched Joe’s teammates lift him up on their shoulders, just like how they did when he won the Natty. You were lucky enough to be by his side for both of these significant moments and now you’d be by his side on the grandest stage of them all.

“I’m so proud of him,” Robin said as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, squeezing you tightly.

“You and me both,” you whispered, a smile creeping up on your face as you made eye contact with Joe, his smile somehow getting bigger.

His mom looks over at him and follows his intense gaze right over to you, smiling at the way he is looking at you. “Go over there,” she encourages as she lets go and lightly pushes you.

“I’ll be back,” you smile at her before making your way onto the field.

Joe walked over to you and met you halfway, an evident bounce in his step reflecting the happiness he felt right now. “Hey there Mr. AFC Champ,” you giggle as you pull down your beanie a little more to protect your head from the cold January air.

He doesn’t say anything back, instead just wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a big hug, swaying you back and forth.

“Hey, watch the outfit,” you murmur against his warm neck. He was definitely wrinkling up your dark orange sweater with his big, sweaty, grassy, but warm body.

“Screw your outfit,” he laughs as he pulls away from the hug.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you smile. “We got bigger things to talk about,”.

“Oh really? Wonder what it could be?” Joe smirks.

“I’m getting a major sense of Deja vu right now,” you say, your eyes navigating up to his head which was covered by the championship hat, your mind going back to the sight of the National Championship hat on his head in 2020.

He suddenly pulls you back into his chest, this time squeezing you even harder. “I can’t believe it,” he whispers.

“Well, you better believe it. I’m so fucking proud of you, Joe,” you say, moving your head so that you were looking up at him, tears starting to pool in your eyes. Words wouldn’t be enough to describe how proud you were of him at this moment. His first full NFL season resulting in his first Super Bowl appearance was incredible, truly magical. You watched for months as he worked his ass off to rehab his knee and get back to where he needed to be, and getting to see all of his hard work pay off was the most fulfilling part of it all.

“You did amazing out there today, I seriously have never seen anything like this,” you sputter.

He looked down at you, meeting your shiny eyes with his baby blues. His eyes moved to the beanie on the top of your head, and then you felt it being pulled off of your head. Your hair was flying everywhere as you watched him throw it down to the ground, your head now felt incredibly bare and cold.

“Hey, My beanie!” You yelled as you looked at it on the ground. You looked back up at him with a scowl, “What was that for?”.

“So I could do this,” he says as you watch him take the hat off of his head, your smile coming back to your face instantly as you feel his hand slide along your waist. He places his hat on your head, giving your head a few pats to make sure it’s secure. Joe’s mom snapped a few photos of the adorable interaction, neither of you noticing her presence a few feet away from you.

“If I’m Mr. Champ, then you’re Mrs. Champ,” he laughed.

“Mrs?” You laughed as you raised your eyebrow. “Don’t see a ring to prove it,” you add as you pretend to look intensively at your fingers. You were trying to keep it cool, definitely not trying to act like you were doing backflips internally at the mention of being ‘Mrs.’. You knew he was just joking, but your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the sound of being his ‘Mrs.’.

“Ring will hopefully be coming February 13th, 2022,” he sighed.

“Damnnn. So we’re talking about that kinda ring?” You teased, pretending to look disappointed.

“What did you think?” He smirked, knowing exactly what kinda of ring you were talking about. It was his fault for saying ‘Mrs.’, implying you were his wife, but he always enjoyed the playful back and forth.

“Ya know, Princess cut? Emerald cut? But I guess a Super Bowl ring will do just fine,” you say while rolling your eyes playfully.

“Maybe you’ll get two,” Joe shrugs as he lets go of you.

“Proposing without even dating the girl?” you say as you raise your eyebrow, straightening out your sweater which had a few grass marks on it from his jersey.

“Well, if the girl already knows anything and everything there is to know about me, and I know anything and everything about the girl, then it’s easy to skip the ‘getting to know each other’ phase,” he laughs.

“Relentless,” you chuckle while shaking your head; your heart still soaring at the flirty back and forth that you two would often have. Sometimes it would be silly, sometimes serious, but often flirty; but that never weirded either of you out for some reason.

You turn your head to the side, realizing it wasn’t just the two of you out there and that you were surrounded by many other people who wanted a chance to talk to Joe. This would happen a lot, especially in these kind of moments. You two would find each other in a crowded room, and once you were face to face, everything around you would fade away, leaving just the two of you there, together.

“I think I’ve kept you long enough,” you say, feeling a little shy that this whole interaction happened around so many people, many of whom were probably not even paying attention, but to your overthinking mind, they were. “You probably want to go celebrate with the guys anyway,” you say, looking down at your boots.

A scoff leaves his mouth, “And leave you? Never,” he says as he gives you a loaded look.

“That’s sweet but they’re your guys,” you say as you look back up.

“And you’re my girl,” Joe says, instantly turning tomato red as he realizes what he just said to you. That wasn’t supposed to come out of his mouth. He watches you flinch, your face tensing up at the awkward moment that just happened.

“Not like that,” he quickly retreats, scrambling to make sure he didn’t just make you uncomfortable.

You stay quiet for a few heartbeats, his anxiety getting worse by the second. But then you let out a laugh and cover your mouth to hide your big smile, “I know what you mean,”. He lets out a sigh of relief, his mind cooling back down but your insides were still as hot as ever. Being ‘his girl’ didn’t sound so bad.

“But seriously, you probably have tons of media and stuff to do right now since you’re now Super Bowl-bound, so I’ll leave you to it,” you say as you pull him in for another hug, sliding your hand up and down his back.

“I’ll come find you later, I promise,” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine and butterflies in your stomach.

You pull away and say, “I thought you and the guys would go out or something?”.

“They are but I wanna take you and my parents out for dinner or something,” He smiles. “I want to celebrate with the most significant people in my life,”.

“I won’t fight you on that,” you beam as you stare deeply into his soothing eyes.

End of flashback

“Well aren’t you a good friend,” His mom says over the phone, snapping Joe out of his trance.

“Yeahh,” he nervously chuckles, his mom instantly noticing his awkward tone.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” she sighs.

Joe goes silent, he knows that he can’t hide anything from his Mom but still tries. He heaves out a sigh before getting straight to the point. “I like her. Like a lot. Like I love her,” he says quietly, making sure you didn’t overhear.

He hears his mom laugh over the phone, his brows furrowed at the response he gets. “About damn time!”.

“What?” he questions. “It’s about time you admitted it. I think everyone knows that you’ve had a thing for Y/N since Ohio State, Joe,” she smiles.

“Oh god. Is it that obvious?” he whispers, making sure that you don’t hear him.

“Mhm. Obvious to everyone but the two of you,” she replies, causing Joe’s eyes to widen.

“What do I do, Mom? I want to tell her but I feel like it’ll screw it all up if she doesn’t feel the same,”.

“Just talk to her, Joey. I know she feels the same way about you. I have seen the way she looks at you, talks about you, and acts around you. She loves you, just like you do her. Your girl has been in front of you this entire time,” she advises.

“I told myself I’d let things happen naturally, but I just can’t keep it in anymore,” Joe sighs, throwing his head back to the pillow.

“Naturally? Sweetie, you’ve been letting things happen naturally for nearly what, 9 years? You’ve been tip-toeing around each other for entirely too long. You both are grown adults now and I personally think it won’t hurt to give it a shot, especially since I think that it’ll turn out to be the best thing for both of you. She’s a wonderful girl and the effect she has on you is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, and the same goes for the effect you have on her. That’s true love,” his mom adds. “Just simply talk to her,”.

And Joe took that advice to heart. His mom was right, he just had to talk to you. He never had trouble talking to you about anything before, you were always receptive and understanding. Talking to you about his feelings shouldn’t be so difficult, especially if there was a chance that you felt the same way.

You got up from your bed, a little concerned since Joe hadn’t come back to the room yet. You opened your door and walked outside to him staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, you alright?” you asked as you leaned against the wall.

Joe sits up straight when he hears your voice and quickly tries to recollect himself so that you don’t suspect that something is wrong.

“Yeah, she just was asking about why I skipped dinner and if you were alright,” he said.

“Ohh,” you nodded. If that was all they were talking about, why did Joe look so flustered?

“Well, I hope you told her that I’m fantastic now all thanks to her son who knows how to flip someone’s mood around better than he knows how to make french toast,” you tease.

“I only burnt them once,” he scoffed as his jaw fell open.

“It was definitely a little more than that,” you said as you moved from the wall to the kitchen, grabbing him a water bottle. “We can try again tomorrow morning and see if you’ve gotten any better,” you laughed.

“Tomorrow Morning?” Joe asked.

“Yeah. It’s getting pretty late and since you don’t have practice tomorrow, I was thinking you could stay over?” you said as you handed him the bottle. You were hoping and praying he would stay.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” he says as he takes the bottle from you, his thumb lightly touching your fingers which sends electricity through your body.

“Intrude on what? It’s just me,” you grinned. “The only thing is, the ‘guest bedroom’ is my storage room so we’d have to share my bed,”.

“It worked out pretty well last time,” Joe softly laughed as he got up from the couch.

“So you’ll stay?” you perk up, trying to hold back from looking too happy.

“Come on,” he smiles, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. Both of you were trying to hold back from saying something to each other about your feelings that you were both now certain of, and both of your faces were showing it. You were like two lovestruck teenagers.

A few minutes later, Joe settled into your bed while you were changing into your Pajamas. His heartbeat only got faster by the second now that he was thinking of when the right moment to talk to you was. Was right now a good time or was it too sudden? You were probably tired anyway, so maybe the next time you see each other would be better.

He watched as you came out of the bathroom in a short-sleeved Ohio State Football shirt, one of his, and shorts, looking absolutely angelic. He wondered how many of his clothes had piled up in your closet over the years.

“Do you need anything before I turn off the lights?” You ask him while you plug in your phone.

“I’m good,” he lazily smiles as he pulls the covers up.

You nod, turn the lights off, and slide into the bed next to Joe. You weren’t nervous this time like you were a few nights ago. Maybe it was because you actually came to a conclusion about your feelings for him or maybe it was because he was in your bed and not the other way around.

“Night, Joey,” you yawn as you look over at him.

“Night, Y/N,” he smiles as he closes his eyes.

An hour later

He couldn’t sleep. He tried and tried but he couldn’t fall asleep. He looked over at you, your eyes closed and soft snores coming from your mouth. His mind was still racing and it wouldn’t stop, and you being asleep right next to him wasn’t helping. Nothing about what happened tonight was helping. It was like he was on the verge of exploding because he couldn’t keep it in any longer, and he’d never ever felt like this before, and it was all because of you.

He turned over to face you, your hair was sprawled out against the pillow, some strands on your face, and your breathing was steady. He moved his hand to move the stray stands out of your face, but as soon as he did, you started moving. He quickly moved his hand away from your face and turned back to face the ceiling, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep.

He felt you move around a little more before he felt weight on his arm. He opened his eyes and slowly looked over at you to see you resting your head against his bicep.

“Y/N?” he whispered.

No response. You were definitely still asleep.

He carefully moved his arm out from underneath your head and allowed you to move into him. You turned so that you were on your stomach but still pressed against his chest. You draped your leg over his and pressed your head against his chest and his arms settled around you, holding you close. He tried to even out his breathing, which was increasing because of your movements. You were cuddling him right now, just like how he was cuddling you a few nights ago. This time, your warm body was providing him comfort and security.

A few moments later, he had gotten a little more comfy, now feeling a wave of sleepiness come over him. He looked down at you, smiling at the fact that you were doing this naturally and completely in your sleep, like a reflex. He pressed a few soft kisses to the top of your head before looking up at the ceiling.

You were right there. You had always been right there, he thought to himself.

“I love you,” Joe whispered to you as he closed his eyes.

Saturday - The Day before Joe’s Birthday

The rest of the week had gone by pretty smoothly and you had Joe to thank for that. The morning after Joe stayed over, he helped you track down a new florist for your sister’s wedding. He pulled some strings to help you get the florist on such short notice, and naturally, it worked as nobody could say no to Joe Burrow. Then, he pulled out your laptop and helped you look through your work project. Going through it with him definitely helped you feel calmer about it since two minds were looking at it instead of 1. Even though his brain was wired to be a quarterback, he still had some knowledge about finance in his head from college which came to your advantage. He told you that if you ever felt like it was too much, to just let your Boss know, and if she ever had an issue with you, he would talk to her personally and let her know how much stress you’ve been under lately.

He always put in so much thought when it came to you, and you could never seem to fully grasp it. He even went online and ordered you a bunch of new, very expensive, clothes to make up for the outfit that you destroyed because of your spilled coffee. He always thought of everything and hit every corner. The only thing that was now left to be sorted out was telling him how you felt about him, and you couldn’t wait to tell him.

Today, you spent most of the day wrapping gifts for Joe as his birthday was tomorrow. The Bengals were playing Monday Night Football at home, so for once he was free on his special day. Even though he told you he didn’t want anything, you obviously didn’t listen to him. He always went above and beyond for your birthday, and you wanted to do the same for him as much as you could.

You hit all the corners when it came to getting him birthday gifts this year. The first thing you got him was a funny Squidward sweatshirt, a character with whom Joe shared a lot of similarities. You thought it was so endearing that he still watched SpongeBob, especially now that he’s a 27-year-old millionaire, but he still found comfort in the things that made him who he was. The next thing you got him was the Lego Porche set he had been dying to get his hands on, but was extremely hard to find. You searched every Lego store in the vicinity before you found it in a rare collectibles store downtown. Joe loved Legos, another thing about him that was incredibly precious to you. That man could spend hours in a room building a Lego set when he could, and you were often there to help him. The next thing you got him was a new pair of Cartier Shades. They were a pretty penny, but he deserved to be spoiled on his birthday, and this was just the thing for him. The final thing you got him, maybe your most favorite, was a Night Sky Map from January 13th 2020, the night he won the CFP National Championship. For a man who loved space and anything related to it, this was the perfect gift. The Map showed the exact position of the stars at the time LSU had won the game at the Mercedes Benz Superdome.

“Perfect,” you smiled as you looked at the Map. You finished wrapping the gift and placed it on the counter with the rest of them. You then pulled out your phone to text Joe and see what his plans were for tomorrow.

You: hey there birthday boy!! what ya up to tomorrow?

Joe: hey y/n :) nothing really. prob watching some film and relaxing before the game on Monday

Your jaw dropped when he told you his plans. There was no way he was spending his birthday alone, boarded up inside of his house.

You: joe….

Joe: yes?

You: your birthday is tomorrow

Joe: i’m well aware lol

You: care to explain why you are spending your birthday alone?

Joe: my parents and some of the guys were pushing me to do a dinner or something but I told them I just wanted to focus on the game and rest the day before

That was a reasonable excuse, but you were not about to let him spend his special day all alone. Especially since usually, he would have a game on his birthday.

You: that’s fair but this is your first free birthday in a longgg time. don’t you wanna do something fun?

Joe: fun can wait until the season ends

Hmm, this was going to be harder than you thought. He really wasn’t going to do anything fun on his birthday, was he?

Suddenly, you had a lightbulb moment. It would be pretty lame if you told him you were going to come over for a bit to celebrate with him, so what about a surprise? You could lie to him and say you would be out of town tomorrow, but back for the MNF game, and surprise him at his house. You could bake him his favorite dessert, order his favorite food, and bring everything over to his house along with his gifts.

You: if you say soooo. but just so you know, i’ll be out of town all day but i’ll be back for the game on Monday. i have some gifts for you that i can give you after the game :)

Joe’s smile dropped as he read the text. He was hoping you would say that you were going to come over to keep him company on his birthday, which he deep down did not want to spend alone. He couldn’t show that he was unhappy that you weren’t going to see him on his birthday, so he pretended to act like it was alright.

Joe: no biggie :) i’ll see you in the suite monday?

You: definitely. wouldn’t miss it for the world ;)

You felt bad about lying to him, knowing that he was probably sitting there thinking about how he had to spend his birthday alone. Of course, he needed to relax and focus, but nobody really wanted to spend their birthday alone. And he wasn’t going to, even if he thought he was.

A smile crept onto your face as you thought about tomorrow. Maybe you could even finish telling him what you were going to say to him a few nights ago.

Sunday - Joe’s Birthday

You walked over to the oven, pulling out the fresh Pumpkin Pie you had baked for Joe earlier. You placed it onto the counter to cool as you heard your apartment doorbell ring from what was probably the food delivery person.

You walked over to the door, greeted the delivery person, and grabbed the food; cajun from Joe’s favorite NOLA-inspired restaurant downtown. After placing the food on the counter next to the pie, you bring over the bag of gifts and set it next to everything, giving everything another check to make sure it was perfect.

“Food, drinks, pie, gifts…” you list off as you feel like you’re forgetting something.

“Balloons!” you chirp as you speed walk into your room to grab the balloons you got him last night. After bringing the balloons over to the rest of the items you had for his little birthday surprise, you gave everything another check, and this time it was all perfect.

A few minutes later, your car was all loaded up with his birthday surprise and you were on his way to his house. You were bobbing your head along to the song playing on the aux, “You Belong With Me”.

“If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me, you belong with meee,” you sing, a huge smile plastered on your face as your mind strays to the only man it could ever wander to. “He’s gonna love this,” you say as you bite your lip in anticipation.

20 minutes later, you pull into his driveway, watching as the sun sets over the horizon. You quickly turned off your car, hopped out of your car, and grabbed the balloons from the backseat. After taking a few deep breaths to calm your excitement with the balloons in hand, you make your way over to his door, but to just your luck, someone spotted you. Of course, it was Mrs. Nelson who seemingly was coming back home after her evening walk.

“Fuck,” you mumble. You slowly walk closer to his door, and her eyes tracking you as you try not to look at her. You see her shake her head from the corner of your eye and let out a small chuckle, prompting her to clear her throat out of rudeness. You pause at the steps to his door, plaster a fake smile onto your face, and turn to say “Hi, Mrs. Nelson,”.

The peculiar woman doesn’t respond and just shakes her head again before turning around and walking into her house. “Damn, tough crowd,” you laugh as you walk up the steps to his door. You press his doorbell, waiting for a few moments as you begin to think about how you are going to tell him about your feelings, but before you can get too deep into those thoughts, the door swings open.

“Y/N?” Joe says, his jaw practically on the floor.

You leap into his arms and pull him in for a warm hug, “Happy Birthdayyyy!” you squeal as you sway him back and forth.

“I thought you–” he begins to say before you pull out of the hug to interrupt him.

“You believed me?” you say as you gently push his shoulder. “I would never leave you alone on your birthday goofball,”.

“I seriously thought you weren’t coming,” he says as he scratches the back of his neck

“Damn. I’m for sure lacking in the bestie department then,” you giggle.

“Please, you have fully broken through the ceiling of the bestie department and are entering dangerous territory,” he teases, echoing your words from a few days ago.

“Oh yeah? What territory?” you ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Girlfriend territory,” he teases as he watches your face turn a little red. Your heart skips a beat when he says the word ‘girlfriend’. Is this how he felt when you said he was entering boyfriend territory a few nights ago?

“Come inside,” he says, breaking you out of your trance. “It’s cold out here,”.

“Hang on, I have all your stuff inside the car,” you say as you hand him the balloons.

“What stuff?” he asks.

“Your birthday stuff, duhh,” you giggle as you quickly turn around to grab everything from the car.

Joe shakes his head and laughs as he watches you scurry over to your car, and then struggle to grab everything all in one go. “You need help?” he yells.

“Nope! I got it,” you yell back.

A few minutes later

You let out a breath as you finally make it inside with everything for his surprise, then slip off your shoes before walking over to Joe who was examining everything.

“Damn, when the hell did you do all this?” He asked.

“I’ll never spill my secrets,” you chuckle as you take everything out of the bags. His heart was soaring because of you. You really did all of this just for him, making him feel the the most special guy on the planet.

He watches as you take out the food, his face lighting up as he reads the name of the restaurant on the boxes.

“Cajun?” He asks.

“You know it,” you wink.

You then carefully take out the pumpkin pie from the bag, setting it next to the delicious dinner.

“And pumpkin pie?!” He says, his eyes widening.

“I know you love my pumpkin pie so naturally I had to make it for National Joe-Day,” you giggle.

“You’re the best,” he said as he grabbed your hand from across the kitchen island, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I know,” you gloat.

His eyes then navigated to the other bag on the table, the one with his gifts. He reaches over to open the bag, but you quickly swat his hand away.

“Mmm nope. No gifts until after dinner,” you say to him like he was a little child.

“But it’s my birthday,” he pouts.

“Food first then the fun stuff,” you say as you give him a look.

“Fine,” he says, rolling his eyes and then grinning at the smile that appeared on your face.

An hour later

“Mmm, that was so good,” Joe said as he downed his bottle of water. You’re both full of the delicious Cajun food, reminding you both of the taste of New Orleans.

“Literally. We gotta go down to New Orleans soon for the real deal,” you say as you clean up your dinner plates and load them into his dishwasher.

“I’ll book us a trip for this summer,” he smiles as he takes a seat on the couch where you join him with two plates of pie. A smile on your face when you hear him mention going down there with you.

“Is it gift time?” Joe asks, already reaching for the bags.

“Wait!” You say as you stop his hand. “Take a bite of the pie first,”.

“Why?” He asks.

“It’s technically your birthday cake,” you shrug.

You watch as Joe just continues to stare at you, not really caring much about the formality of it all. “Please, For me?” You pout.

“Anything for you,” he states, grabbing the plates of pie and placing them in front of you. You grab your fork, breaking off a piece of the pie and raising it up to his pink lips.

“Open up,” you smile as you try to feed him a piece.

He opens up his mouth, allowing you to feed him a slab of the pie. “Happy Birthday to you,” you sing-song as you take the fork out of his mouth while he lets out a groan and looks very cute.

“Mmm, Y/N. This tastes like heaven,” he says, covering his mouth so you don’t see him chewing while talking.

“Thank you,” you giggle as you place the fork back down onto the plate and then reach for the bag of gifts, moving it closer to you.

“Finally,” he groans as he gets comfy on the couch.

“Okay, here is gift 1,” you say, handing him the sweatshirt that was wrapped up.

He peels off the wrapping paper, his face going from smiley to confused.

“Really, Y/N?” He laughed as he read the text on the sweatshirt which said ‘Are you still talking’ with a picture of Squidward looking absolutely sick of it.

“Hey,” you shrug. “That’s quite literally you anytime you have to sit down for an interview. I know you feel like darting outta there as soon as they finish talking,” you chuckle.

His confused face turns into a smile, “You’re right,”.

There were so many interviews or media appearances where Joe looked like he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He wasn’t a fan of interviews or anything that needed him to speak for an extended period of time. It was even worse if he had to sit there and listen to someone else talk for an extended period because it prevented him from leaving, so this little quote was very applicable to him.

“Do you like it?” You say, your smile dropping a little.

“I love it,” he says as he whips his shirt off, showing off his muscular chest, and putting on the hoodie.

“God damn,” you mumble at the sight of his very attractive body.

“Hm?” Joe asks as he straightens out the hoodie.

“Oh, nothing. Here, this is your next gift,” you say, changing the subject and placing the Lego gift in his lap.

He peels off the wrapping paper again, his jaw-dropping as he catches a peek at the gift. “No fucking way,”.

You bite your lip at his reaction, knowing exactly how bad he wanted this set but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“How did you find this?” He gasped.

“I have my ways,” you tease as you grab the wrapping paper and stuff it into the bag to clean up the mess as you go.

“More importantly, how did you remember?” He asked, his heart feeling like it was ready to burst because of your thoughtfulness.

“I always remember when it comes to you. Never forgetting a thing,” you smile.

“Oh we’re so building this later,” he says as he turns the box around to look over the visual.

“You got it, birthday boy,” you salute.

You grab the last two gifts out of the bag and place them into his lap. He opens the Cartier’s first, already knowing what it probably was as soon as he sees a peak of the red box.

“These must’ve been so expensive,” he says as he looks at the sick shades you got him.

“Don’t worry about that,” you say as you rub his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have spent so much, Y/N. All of this was more than enough for me,” he said, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“You go above and beyond for me, every single year. This is nothing compared to what you do for me,” you say, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Thank you, for everything,” he says, grabbing your hand and gently rubbing your skin. He had to fight the urge to press his lip against yours and show you how thankful he was for you, and it was killing him.

“Ah ah ah, I think we have one more gift to go and it’s my personal fav,” you say as you move the glasses to the table.

“What could possibly top all of that?” He said as he started to open up his final gift. You stayed quiet, carefully reading his facial expression to see his reaction to the gift. He opened up the gift, his eyes widening and his jaw slightly falling.

“Oh my god,” he said as he observed the Sky Map. His heart skipped a beat as he started to take in the amount of thought you had put into his birthday. You really hit every single point and nobody had ever done this much just for him. You were extraordinary and you were magic. You belonged with him, and this sealed the deal. You were the most thoughtful, loving, and extraordinary girl he had ever met, and he wanted you to be his.

“Oh my god,” he said again, this time looking over at you. “This is—,”.

“January 13th, 2020 at the Superdome,” you grinned.

“Holy shit. Are these the stars that night?” He asked as he examined the map.

“Mhm. The stars at the exact time you won the Championship,” you replied.

“Y/N, this is the best gift I think I’ve ever gotten,” he says as he stares at the map a little longer.

“I know how much you love Space and Stars, and this night was very important to you and your Career,” you said.

“I love it. I love all of it,” he grinned as he put the map on the table, then turned to you and pulled you into his arms for a hug. He wanted to add ‘I love you’ to that sentence as well, but that would be too random. If he was going to tell you, it had to be more special than that.

You melt into his chest as he squeezes your body, “I’m so glad you like it,” you mumble against him. He held you against him for a few moments, not letting you move one bit, and it was making the pit of nervousness in your stomach grow again. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him and show him how much you did as well, but you didn’t know if you should tell him now or wait for another moment when you were a little more relaxed.

“You wanna go for a walk?” He asked as he pulled away from the hug. Maybe he could tell you then, he thought to himself.

“Okay,” you smiled, maybe you could tell him then.

He got up from the couch, putting out his hand for you to grab onto. He helped you off the couch and you both made your way outside. The sun had set and now the sky was dark, the only light being the streetlights and the moon.

“Thank you for today,” Joe says, breaking the silence as you both walk down the street together. “You really know how to make a guy feel special,”.

“Anything for you,” you say, echoing his sweet words from earlier.

“No girl has ever done this much for my birthday,” he laughs.

You looked over at him, seeing that he was being serious, which came to your surprise. “Not even Stella?”.

“Nope. I think last year all she got me was some clothes, most of which were not my style, and a framed photo of us that I already had,” he says.

“No way,” you giggled.

“I don’t care much for gifts, you know that, but like come on,” he said as he shook his head.

“Did she at least get you a cake?” You asked.

“Nope, she made me apple pie instead,” he said looking disgusted.

“What?” You shriek. “You don’t even like apple pie,”.

“That’s what I’m saying. Apple pie was her favorite. And you know what’s even better?” He said.

“What?”.

“She wasn’t even there for like half the day. She was too busy helping her friend with her little sister's birthday party,” Joe said, rolling his eyes and running his fingers through his hair.

“There is no way,” you said, your jaw falling open as you felt sorry for him since his birthday last year sounded horrible.

“Yeah, so I really mean it when I say you’re the best person ever and this was the best surprise birthday shin-dig ever,” he said, flashing his million-dollar smile at you.

“Well, if it helps, I didn’t really like her anyway and I’m pretty sure she hated me too,” you joked.

Joe looked over at you, staying silent and not saying anything to debunk your theory.

“Oh my god? She did hate me, didn't she?”.

“She always thought we had something going on. She literally would grill me every single time after we hung out or something, accusing me of cheating on her with you,” he said.

“No fucking way,” you laughed.

“She used to say that even best friends didn’t spend that much time together and always thought we were hooking up or something. And then I did everything I could to make it up to her, but that would only last temporarily before she found another thing to get mad over,”.

“She must be delusional,” you said, rubbing your hands together as you were starting to feel the December cold.

“Wait, why didn’t you like her?” He asked.

“Her vibe was off. She also didn’t really seem like your type in my opinion. She was too flashy and hyper and you’re-–”.

“Lowkey and Calm?” He interrupts.

“Exactly,” you chuckle.

“Yeah, she really wasn’t the one,” he sighed. “At one point she literally told me to pick between you and her,”.

Your heart sank at the words that came out of his mouth. “What?” You asked, feeling a lump in your throat.

“That’s why we broke up,” he admitted. “I chose you,”.

He chose you. He chose you over someone that could have been his forever.

“Joe, I’m so sorry,” you said, looking down at your feet as you both kept walking around his neighborhood.

“For what?” He laughed.

“For making her make you pick,”. “If it wasn’t for me, maybe things would’ve been different for you guys,” you say, feeling a little guilty at indirectly ruining his relationship.

“That’s not your fault, Y/N. She wasn’t the one anyway, and everything about her showed that. That was just the final nail in the coffin,”.

“I just wish you could’ve told me in the moment,” you said.

“Well, I am now,” he shrugged. “And I know you don’t really like talking relationships with me anyways,”.

You didn’t like to talk to him about his relationships because all these years you wanted to be the one in a relationship with him, and the mention of other girls always made you bitter.

“That’s fair,” you giggled. “Anyway, enough with the depressing topics. It’s your birthday, no need to dwell on past heartbreaks,”.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he salutes.

“Are you excited for the game tomorrow?”.

“Very. I feel really good about where we’re at right now and my body feels good too,”.

“That’s great,” you beam. “I’ll never get tired of the feeling of game day,”.

“I hope not,” he laughed. “You’ve been a part of basically every game day for the last four years. If you got sick of it, I think I’d actually lose it. I need you up there at all times to be fully locked in,”.

You smiled at his silly thoughts. He didn't need you to be the already exceptional and phenomenal quarterback he was, but that was sweet of him to say.

“God, I wish we could do this for the rest of our lives,” you giggled. “Everything is so much easier when it’s just us without all the chaos that is our life”.

Joe’s heart fluttered at the thought. What if you could do this forever? His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest; this was it, this was his chance to tell you how he felt. Those feelings he’s had inside of him for years were finally about to come out.

“So then let’s do it?” He blurted out, stopping and looking over at you. The streetlight casting a direct glow on the both of you on the dark street.

“What?” You said, stopping and sporting a confused look on your face.

“Do this with me. For the rest of our lives,” he said.

Was he being serious, you thought to yourself.

“Joe—,”.

“You’ve been with me through everything for the past 9 years. The one thing in my life that’s stayed consistent for as long as I can remember. The most special, kind-hearted, loving, and beautiful girl I’ve ever known. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m flying. You make me forget about all the background noise and make me feel like just a guy. I want to feel that feeling for the rest of my life. I’ve been trying to figure out how and when to tell you,”.

“Joe, I—,”.

“No, let me finish,” he interrupts as he holds your hand. “I have to say it because I’ve been holding this in for way too long. Y/N, I’ve thought about you every single day for 9 years. Back at Ohio State, I knew I liked you from the moment I saw you. I knew you’d be a special part of my life and when I went to LSU and you stayed by my side, that was solidified. You’re the only girl that makes me feel fireworks. You’re the only girl that I think about and you’re the only girl I want to think about. No girl has ever come close to making me feel the way you do. My mind has been spiraling for the past few weeks because of you, Y/N. You’re the only girl I’ve ever truly loved,”.

Loved. He said he loved you. He loved you this whole time, and you were too blind to see it. This entire time you thought he didn’t feel the same way about you, but he did. He has felt the same way about you for just as long as you did. You felt like you were about to pass out, your flushed face & your silence were saying everything.

“Y/N.. say something. Please. I hope I didn’t just fuck everything up, but I had to tell you. I couldn’t keep it in anymore,” he said, squeezing your hand.

“Joe..” you say, breaking your silence and meeting his eyes, which were filled with love. “What are we?”.

“What do you mean?” he laughed. “I’ve been wrapped around your finger this whole time?”.

Your solemn face breaks into a smile as you realize what he is saying. “You– You really love me?”.

“I really, really, love you,” he grins.

“Guess what?” you ask him.

“..What?” he asks, letting go of your hand and feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“I love you too,” you blush, even harder than you were before.

“Really?” he asks, trying really hard not to freak out.

“Really. I’ve loved you since we were just two college kids trying to get through that awkward stage of life together. I never said anything back then because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I buried those feelings and moved on. Or so I thought. But as we got older and time went by, I realized those feelings didn’t go anywhere, and more importantly, you didn’t go anywhere. No other guy has ever had an effect on me like you do. Those fireworks your mom talked about, I only feel them with you,”.

“Kiss me,” Joe blurted out, turning red at the fact that he just said that.

“You aren’t serious–” you reply.

“I so am,” he says as he grabs your waist and pulls you into him, crashing his soft lips against yours.

Electricity. Kissing each other felt like pure electricity. It felt like you were coming home after a long day or getting a sip of cold water on a hot summer afternoon. Comforting & Refreshing.

His lips molded against yours perfectly as you moved your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. His hands slid up and down your waist, relishing every single part of your body as you moved one of your hands into his hair, pulling at the soft strands. The warmth of both your bodies protects you from the frigid and dark night around you. He whimpers into the kiss because of you pulling on his hair, causing you to break away. You press open-mouth kisses around his jaw, then press kisses all around his face, causing him to laugh.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you say, pressing your forehead against his.

“We have all the time in the world for you to tell me, and show me,” he winks.

“Already trying to get in my pants, Burrow?” You flirt.

“Uhh yeah," he says straight up. "Have you seen yourself? Absolutely Sexy and Breathtaking,".

"Besides, I think we can skip the ‘getting to know each other phase’ since we’ve been in that for a longgg time,” he says before he presses another kiss to your lips.

“Didn’t you say that a few years ago after you won the AFC championship and called me Mrs. Champ?” you say, recalling that moment from a few years ago, the same moment from the photo Joe saw on your side table in your apartment.

“You really don’t forget anything do you?” He smiles.

“Like I said, when it comes to you, I never forget anything,” you smile, then press another kiss to his lips.

“I love you,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes, in which he finally found what he had been looking for all these years, love.

“I love you so much, Joe,” you grin.

An hour later

After your eventful walk, you make it back to his house, immediately following him into the kitchen for some hot chocolate he said he was going to make to fight off the cold.

“Ah ah ah, you go sit down. I got this,” he says as he turns you around and pushes you towards the couch. The smile on your face gets bigger as you hop over to the comfy couch.

A little later, he brings over two mugs of Hot Chocolate along with the rest of the Pie for you both to dig into. He hands you your mug, then plops down onto the couch next to you, opening his arms for you to curl up next to him. You rest your cheek against his chest as he settles his arm around your shoulder.

“This feels right,” he says as he takes a sip of the chocolatey beverage.

“So right,” you say, wiping the milky drink off your lips. “Everyone’s gonna lose it when we tell them. But I mean, most of them already saw it coming from a mile away”.

“Wait, so does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asks, looking down at you.

“Does this answer your question?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his chocolatey lips.

“Oh yes, yes it does, girlfriend,” he smirks.

“Good, boyfriend,” you giggle. “I can’t even imagine what the fans are gonna say once they figure it out,”.

“I mean, most of them thought you were my girlfriend anyway,” he shrugged.

“I can’t believe even they could see it before we saw it,” you said, referring to the love between you both.

“We must be really oblivious,” he laughs as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Must have been really oblivious,” you correct. “Oblivious no longer,”.

“Right, oblivious no longer,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for making this the best birthday of my life,”.

“You’re welcome,” you say, meeting his eyes again. “But get used to it. Next year will be even better, and the year after even more better,”.

“Can’t wait,” he sighs as he rubs your shoulder, his brain now filled with thoughts of the future. Everything was perfect and brighter now that he had the comfort of knowing you were going to be by his side forever. Was it a little early to think about that? Sure. But he knew that you were the one.

Your brain was also much more relaxed and free now that you had the man of your dreams with you, hopefully forever. Those anxiety-filled thoughts had left your mind and were replaced with thoughts of love and hope. He wasn’t going anywhere, and you were all his.

You finish drinking your Hot Chocolate, and Joe does the same, so you take both of your mugs and place them on the table. Then, you move back to him, this time settling in his lap. He wraps his hands around your hips and presses his lips against yours again.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you mumble against his lips, going back to the kiss.

“We’ve got 9 years of kisses to make up for so you better not,” he says as he moves your hair out of your face.

“I can’t believe this is real life,” you confess as you stuff your head into his neck, feeling his hand slide up and down your back.

“Well, you better believe it because this was meant to be. You belong with me,” he whispers into your ear.

You pull your face out of his neck, meeting his gentle eyes that are still filled with love, and passion exclusively reserved for you. “And you belong with me,” you say before kissing him again.

–The End–

part 3

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joeburrow #joe burrow imagine #nfl imagine

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ssweeterthanfiction · 2 months ago

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Wait for your love.

content warnings: mentions of drugs and alcohol, age gap, gaslighting, billy being TOXICCCCC, mental health issues, allusions of an ED

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Y/N L/N’s sophomore album, Lust for Life debuted in February of 1977. Charting at number one, the title track Lust for Life ft. Billy Dunne became her second hit single, and the demand for more was at an all time high.

Y/N: “Everyone…loved the album.”

“It had a total of twenty tracks. For the most part…it did not sound like a rock album. Teddy and the other executives were afraid that if I strayed too far from my ‘original’ sound the album wouldn’t sell. But, I still got some rock aspects into it.”

“Three tracks were full rock songs. Those were my favorite.

“But they weren’t…everyone’s favorite.”

“Everyone’s favorite was Lust for Life.”

“That’s probably one of my least favorites.”

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It had been a week since the album dropped, and you should’ve been ecstatic. It was doing well on the charts, all the radios were playing it, you had interviews and performances scheduled.

You should’ve been happy.

But you weren’t.

Instead, you were miserable.

Billy had been freezing you out for days, and you didn’t know why. It all started when he came back home one night, completely pissed off. It was a complete 180 of how he was acting just a few weeks ago.

You heard the door open that then shut. “Billy?..” you say groggily, rubbing your eyes as you get up from the bed. “Billy is that you?”

You stumble into the kitchen and see Billy standing in front of the counter. Not thinking anything of it, you wrap your arms around him. But he’s quick to push you away.

“Billy? What’s wrong?” you say in a concerned voice. “Nothing…just…go back to bed. I’ll be there soon,” he says, waving you away.

“Billy please talk to me, what’s-“

“God can you be anymore annoying? Just back off okay?” he says as he turns to face you, clearly very annoyed.

You look at him with confusion in your eyes. You hadn’t done anything to him. But then you caught a glimpse of his neck and collar.

Oh.

“Sorry..” you mumble out as you start to head back to the bedroom.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Why did he do that? Did he think you weren’t enough? Were you not enough for him? Were you not pretty enough? Thin enough?

“Why can’t I be enough?”

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Y/N: “….I think a lot of people forget that I was in my early 20s when I started dating Billy. Well…dating isn’t the best word for whatever we had going on, but…whatever.”

“But like I said, a lot of people forget that. They forget that I had just turned 20 and Billy was in his late twenties. It doesn’t sound like that big of a difference on paper, but…it was. It really was.”

Billy: “I never had an issue with our gap, she was…mature for her age. And plus it’s not like it was uncommon for a younger girl to be with a slightly older guy, that’s just how things were back then.”

“….But I won’t deny it, I definitely…didn’t treat her as well as I should have.”

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You were both on set for the Lust for Life music video. You and Billy. For the song you wrote together, for the song you both sang together.

Everyone could feel the tension between the two of you the minute you both arrived on set. Thankfully, you were both whisked away to wardrobe and makeup.

And thank goodness you both had separate rooms.

“Y/n we’re ready for you” you hear your manager’s assistant say.

Your stylist puts the final touches on you and send you out.

You were in a simple red dress with long sleeves with white lace gloves and a matching red headband in your hair while Billy has on an all black suit and his signature sunglasses on.

God he looks good.

“Alright, Y/n, Billy! Take your places and we’ll start rolling!”

You both nod and take your places.

“Y/n, you both are singing live, right?”

“Yup!” you call out from your position in front of your microphone.

“Alright people! Final checks!”

While they were doing final checks, you glance over at Billy and then quickly glance back down to your shoes when you realize he was looking at you.

“Alright! Y/n, ready?”

You nod and give a thumbs up.

“Billy?”

He nods.

“And we are rolling in five, four, three, two…”

It was all going smoothly, perfect even.

Except when it came to do the part with you and Billy singing to eachother.

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Y/N: “I think…it was 15 takes…maybe. Could’ve been more”

Billy: “It was 25 takes. I’ll remember that forever.”

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“CUT!!” your director shouts, groaning in frustration. “Everyone…take five..ten. Take ten!”

“You’re messing everything up” Billy murmurs as he walks past you.

“How am I messing everything up?” you say as you start following him.

“You’re starting too early, you’re going ahead of the backing vocals, plus you’re standing way too close to me.”

You look at him with confusion in your eyes, you weren’t starting too early, you started perfectly on cue.

“What- What is your problem?”

“What do you mean.”

“This. This whole attitude! I didn’t do anything to you!”

“Lower your voice babydoll”

You scoff, how can he have the audacity to call you ‘babydoll’ right now?

“No! Not til you tell me what’s wrong!”

Billy groans and grabs your wrist, dragging you behind one of the trailers.

You yank your hand away from him and cross your arms.

“Billy, please tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something?”

“Yeah, you’re being fucking annoying that’s what.”

You look at him with hurt in your eyes, what the fuck.

“You’re always so clingy, always acting like some kid that’s desperate for attention. It’s fucking annoying.”

You don’t know what to say, he’s never had a problem with you being clingy, but you haven’t even been clingy to him these past few weeks. You’ve been giving him his space.

“Oh. Sorry…” you murmur out, looking down at your shoes as you hold back tears. Billy rolls his eyes and then walks off, leaving you behind the trailer. And the minute he leaves, you breakdown in tears, why couldn’t you be enough for him?

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Y/N: “I really hated that shoot. The video came out…fine but…I hated shooting it.”

“Not just because of the whole…Billy ordeal, it was just- a stressful shoot.”

“But after the video aired, it took off, I got a spot on Saturday Night Live because of it.”

“But…like the video…I-I didn’t really like the performance I gave.”

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You had just come off stage after successfully performing ‘all-american bitch’. You were covered cake, but the audience absolutely loved it.

Now you had to get ready for the second performance, a mashup performance of Lust for Life and Groupie Love with Billy and the band.

Once you were done in hair and makeup, you went to go look for Billy, you wanted him to see you in your little white lace dress and with the daisies in your hair, and you wanted to just check up on him.

As you approached his dressing room you could hear soft moans and groans.

A feeling of dread filled your body. Hesitantly, you opened the door slightly, your stomach churned as you saw clothes scattered all over the floor. Then you opened the door all the way.

He was hooking up with some random girl.

“Billy?” you say softly, frozen in place.

Billy froze.

“Shit…” he said under his breath as he pulled away from the girl.

“Sorry…I-I didn’t mean- I- w-we’re on in five.”

You quickly closed the door and ran down the hall back to your green room, you heard him screaming your name while you did.

The minute you got to your room, you locked the door and broke down. Then you spotted a fresh bottle of champagne placed on your vanity, it was probably for after the show…but the temptation was too high.

You grab it and open it, drinking the liquid straight from the bottle.

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Y/N/: “I don’t remember it that well, the performance. My words were all slurred, my vision was blurry, the lights were too bright, the sound was way too loud, I couldn’t focus, I was…afraid and heartbroken.”

“The funny thing is…people…liked it. They enjoyed the performance. Hell…a lot of people thought and still think the runny mascara was a style choice….they didn’t know I was crying for over fifteen minutes. They didn’t know we had to delay our performance because of it.”

“It was the first time I caught Billy in the act of cheating. It wouldn’t be the last. It was the first time I also performed drunk. I wouldn’t be the last either.”

“But I still stayed with Billy.”

A/N: REJOICE ITS FINALLY OUT!!!! IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO SO SO LONG BUT ITS FINALLY HERE!!!

thank u so much for reading and for being patient guys 😭💕 hope u all enjoyed!!! WE ARE SO BACK

#billy dunne x reader #billy dunne #billy dunne fic #djats x reader #djats fic #djats #billy dunne imagine #billy dunne angst #Spotify

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sebfreak · 11 months ago

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Tbh I´m a little bit sad that they didn´t add this tiny little scene into the anime while Maomao was talking with Jinshi and explaining to him how she sees her bilogical father. Because this scene was for me very interesting. Maomao as a child or more like from her point of view saw things differently and it was indeed traumatizing when Lakan came to her and said to her she should call him dad. (also i just wanted to see how grandma was hitting him sorry not sorry XD but come on this was funny in the manga okay? but maybe they didn´t add because in the episode before that grandma hit him. but hmm... if you read the manga you´ll know what i mean.) But okay, I think without it they managed to give all people the answer to their question why she dislikes her biological father. And although Gaoshun said that "no father wants to be disliked", I think it´s only up to Maomao whether she accepts him or not. The same goes for her mother too. Oh I really liked btw how she pointed out that her mother could have taken contraceptives but she didn´t chose to and so the strategist was tricked in the end. "Women are scary" yeah I mean... Maomao knows indeed a lot and did see a lot of characters in the red light district so she has every right to say it like that. But yeah getting kids can either save the woman or punish her. I know it sounds very rough if i say it like that, but this is the life they have.

Her dancing was indeed very beautiful she kept her promise although the person couldn´t see it. But at least Jinshi saw it. ahaha loved their interaction so much and him freaking out because of her wound is the best. XD Jinshi has the best faces ngl.

XDDD Ahahaha the scene was indeed very misleading ... right? RIGHT???? I have to be honest, even I was holding my breath but nonononono she just wants to have the ox bezoar. :D (at the moment *cough* but that´s another story). Also can we please highlight the fact that Jinshi just jumped down the wall AND WITH MAOMAO??? Boy he has legs out of steel, because the wall is very high. Oo

Yeah you can say the story had happy endings and everything went pretty well but it is indeed only the beginning of Maomaos story and I´m so glad that they announced season 2. <3

And how would I rate it? I would give it a 10/10 because i never felt bored nor was there something I really didn´t like. Yeah I´m critical when it comes to Lakan and Mamomaos mother and i will continue with it and a few other characters, but that didn´t change my rating for the anime. It´s a great story and I´m happy that they made 20+ episodes. I will recommend this story to everyone who likes these type of stories and I really like how this story shows in an authentical way how the life in a palace was or how courtesans lived their life. It´s not romanticized and beside that you can learn a lot about medicine because Maomaos passion for it can and will infect you. She is btw for me one of the best female characters out there. I like her personality and how she solves things. I like how she is true to her opinion and isn´t afraid to say it or share her ideas with others. For me she is a very strong character.

Oh and Jinshi is also a great character and on my husbando list. :D

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #anime #jinshi #maomao #10/10 would recommend

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princess-of-the-corner · 8 days ago

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What are your ideas for Emilie's & Gabriel's parents in HC/LL?

OKAY SO

Short explanation: Emilie and Gabriel are Rose and Greg Universe but Gabe is technically Greg in reverse.

Longer explanation:

Emilie's parent's weren't horrible, but they weren't the best either.

In many ways they spoiled their daughters. Anything Emilie and Amelie wanted to do, their parents would fund.

Except it had to be done to their specifications. Their parents would pick the styles, the teachers and schools, how they would utilize potential talents, etc. Amelie wants to learn art? No she can't just draw cartoons she has to go right into realism and classics. Emilie wants to be a lawyer? I don't care if you're more interested in Cambridge you're going to Oxford! No way in hell will Amelie join some grungy rock band but if she wants to become a concert pianist we'll drop a check for the fanciest Steinway money can buy before she even steps foot in music theory class! Ofc Emilie can star in a movie, but her parents must choose every member of cast and crew!

So on and so forth.

So their parents are loving, but there are always strings attached and expectations set. Things had to be done their way, or not at all. And

And those expectations were around potential partners as well. They were expected to choose someone more..... refined. On their level.

Then Emilie fell in love with Gabriel. Gabriel who, at the time, was just an assistant to the costume director in the movie studio, dreaming of one day making a name as a designer himself. A man who had a much more average financial background and had yet to gain anything.

At first Emilie's parents tried to convince her to break things off. But when that didn't work they started making it the string attached to their gifts. If you want X done, break up with him. Eventually leading to the ultimatum: leave him or be cut off.

Despite this ultimatum, and Emilie choosing Gabriel, they always expected her to come back. Because surely she could never thrive in an environment like that? She'd get over this drama and be their nice daughter and marry a good man like a proper Graham de Vanily should.

Except she doesn't.

As for Gabriel's parents!

I have less exact info on them but they're.... they're nice people but awful parents. They never hurt him or made him feel bad but..... Gabriel was very much just kinda left to his own devices. Given far too much freedom.

On the surface that sounds ideal! But children do need attention and structure in their lives! It was something Gabriel craved because he spent way too much time trying to figure out how to balance his life himself. Yeah every child wishes their parents would let them goof off all day and not worry about homework or chores. Until suddenly that child is a teenager trying desperately to understand time management to actually pass their classes and get a career.

So then we fast forward and we can see how Emilie and Gabriel are with Adrien. Emilie is somewhat repeating her parent's mistakes, encouraging what Adrien wants but within what she and Gabriel thinks is the best course of action. Meanwhile Gabriel is overcompensating for the lack of structure in his life by over-structuring Adrien's

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Hanako of the Opera Pt. 2

April 18th, 2020 -> April 27th, 2020

Translations and images from the Jibaku-Shounen Hanako-Kun Wiki page and AidaIro's Twitter. These translations in particular were done by @mokketastic on Twitter!

Part 1 | Part 2

April 25th

A Cat[?]

"Oh, good evening."

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"Hmm, so these are the 4 candidates you picked, huh. Well then, it's time for the final choice. You can only accuse one person. So pick the one you think is the culprit." >>>The popular singer — 35.6% The manager — 15.8% The phantom of the opera — 35.5% The ballerina — 13% 17,019 votes

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"That's a–ll for today. See you tomorrow!"

Original Tweet

April 26th

The Novice Songstress

"Good evening – if you've come, that means you've finally got a good idea who the culprit is, right! Eh? Two people?? Hmm, I see. Well then, how about we go question them first anyway!"

Original Tweet

The Popular Singer (in writing)

"(What is it? I'm busy packing now, so…) (Yes, it's been decided that I'll leave from the opera troupe for a while, to take a rest) (So I'll be counting on you for the rest) (Well then, what did you want? Could it be you've figured out the criminal?)" >>>You're the culprit — 65.3% You're the culprit — 27.2% You're the culprit — 7.5% 3,977 votes

Original Tweet

The Popular Singer (in writing)

"(Huh…) (Don't tell me you're saying that I drank juice that I'd poisoned myself?)" >>>That's right — 70.2% (Maybe not) — 29.8% 3,951 votes

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"T-that's right! No one else could've poisoned it… I think! Probably! With like a 70% probability…… -gah, wait, what's this? I must've spoken too loudly, people are starting to gather around…"

Original Tweet

Troupe Members

"Wait, so all that ruckus was the popular singer's own doing after all? I did consider the possibility, but… How much of a nuisance did he think this sudden trouble would be, I wonder. After all the opera troupe's done for him, too…"

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"Oh, oh no… it's become quite the chaos…!! The popular singer is teary-eyed, and everyone's faces are scary. What now, I did want to know the truth but not this… Kya–!! W-w-what was that sound, just like a chandelier dropping!?"

Original Tweet

The Phantom of the Opera

"Ah, what a good night. Aren't you doing something quite interesting, I'll join in too." >>>I knew it, so you're the culprit!! — 71% I knew it, so you're the culprit!! — 20.2% I knew it, so you're the culprit!! — 8.8% 4,628 votes

Original Tweet

The Phantom of the Opera

"…really, now."

Original Tweet

The Phantom of the Opera

"Yes, that's right! I'm the one who served poison to the opera troupe's popular singer. Because the people of this wretched opera troupe defied my casting, despite having no musical sense at all. So I taught them a lesson."

Original Tweet

The Phantom of the Opera

"But now it's quite clear, isn't it – what happens if you don't listen to my wishes. On stage, the other day… wasn't my songstress magnificent? We don't need the popular singer anymore. The next leading part will be hers, too."

Original Tweet

The Phantom of the Opera

"I look forward to the next stage. I'll be watching from the usual box seat #7, so do keep it empty. And don't think of defying this order again. You don't want a repeat of the popular singer, do you? Have a nice day, everyone!"

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"After throwing everyone into a panic, he vanished, cackling… The chandelier's fallen, too – it's turned into a real mess! But it seems like everyone's relieved to know the real culprit. All the suspicion lately had been souring the mood a little, to be honest."

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"So I'm really glad to know the truth. Thank you, it's all thanks to you! I'll call the police later and scold the culprit angel thoroughly, okay. And I've got to apologise to the popular singer too! ……eh?"

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"Where… has the popular singer gone off to, I wonder?"

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"Hmmm… ah, it's fine! I'll search and definitely apologise to him, so don't worry! Well then, thanks for everything over these few days. You've really helped a lot… do come see the show onstage one of these days, okay."

Original Tweet

The Novice Songstress

"Goodbye. Let's meet again someday!"

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"Oh, hello."

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"Congratulations! Happy ending, isn't it. I've rather enjoyed this impromptu piece, over these few nights."

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"But was the person you accused really the culprit you chose all the way at the beginning, I wonder." I think he's the culprit — 19.5% >>>Maybe he's not… — 80.5% 4,628 votes

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"Hmm, I see. Well, as a thank you for entertaining me…"

Original Tweet

A Cat[?]

"Tomorrow night, I'll play a bit of an epilogue piece for you. Well then, bye bye–!"

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THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA TSUKASA "Well then, sing. For me!" The other supernatural lurking in the opera house. Drops chandeliers for no particular reason. His chosen ones are given musical talent, and have to sing for his sake, for as long as their voice lasts. Not long ago, he was giving lessons to a certain singer. PHANTOM?

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April 27th

A Cat[?]

"Ah, so you've come."

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A Cat[?]

"Well, shall I show you just a little, as promised. The results of your very first choice, and the happenings on the other stage, that'd been out of the spotlight."

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The Culprit

"…that ruckus came at just the right time, how convenient. I'll just take the shortcut, and get to the carriage that's parked out back. …who's that over there. Come out!"

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The Ballet Teacher

"I thought I'd meet you if I was here. Since you and I are the only ones who used the passage that day, other than him. Are you planning to leave already? So everything must have gone according to your plan, then."

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The Ballet Teacher

––Viscount."

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The Patron

"…that's not quite the case."

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The Patron

"I didn't think it'd go this well, nor did I expect that this guy would be suspected. But thanks to that, I was able to bring this guy out fair and square. Surely there won't be anyone coming after us, and this guy too won't have any more lingering attachments to the stage. Though it's irritating to have been helped, more or less, by that damned phantom."

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The Ballet Teacher

"The popular singer… asleep, isn't he. What are your plans, from here on?"

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The Patron

"Maybe I can't show my face around here for a long while, huh. But this is nii-chan's opera house. I'll continue supporting it."

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The Ballet Teacher

"I see… Do come see the show again someday. The novice songstress would be delighted too, surely."

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The Patron

"…that's true. The novice songstress' performance was truly superb. I was geniunely moved by an opera for the first time in a long while. The enjoyment of singing from the heart really came through. Though this guy used to be like that too."

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The Ballet Teacher

"Perhaps by bringing that boy away from the stage, he might be able to regain those past sentiments? I wonder what the popular singer would think, if he knew the truth of this incident."

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The Patron

"No idea. I just… no. I won't. No matter what I say, it doesn't change what I did. I don't know how things will go from here, either, but since I've come this far, there's no turning back. I'll be off now."

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The Ballet Teacher

"Yes, goodbye. Let us meet again someday. I will pray for peace and calm, for the both of you."

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The Patron

"…thank you, goodbye."

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huellitaa · 6 months ago

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do you have any tips for starting a blog like yours? i love love love your vibe and what youve done with the place but idk how to go about it myself ! your account is just so nicely curated , i hope this makes sense !!

AJSKFKGJSJS YES I DO AND THANK YOU !!!! 🩷🫶🏻💗 OKAY SO. my blog has actually been super messy up until the past month or two since i only started in january and had NO idea what i was doing, so it took a little trial and error before i properly settled on something. what i'd suggest if you want to start a girly blog!:

🧁💬 bee's guide to girlblogging!

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ go online and search for cute symbols first and foremost!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pick out all ur favs and dump them down somewhere. on ALL the cute girly blogs these are always a staple! some of my favs i use lots, on tumblr and outside of it:

♡ ──★ ˙ ̟🎀

♡ ୨𖹭୧

♡ 🎀 . ݁₊ ⊹

♡ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ 🐰 🧁 🎀 ㅤ

♡ 🐧💬𓂃 ࣪˖

♡ 🎀🧁 ྀི𓂃 ࣪˖

♡ 𝒟♡⃝ll..𓈒ིུ❤︎

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ make a pinterest board. obviously. for all the cute pretty images you wanna include in ur blog. dividers, gifs, pics, inspo, anything you'd like! ♡ this helps w curation and cohesiveness since you have your own personal aesthetic that runs throughout your blog!

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ i recommend if ur gonna make girly / advice posts to use notion, notes app, a journal, any sort of media where u can plan (digital or otherwise) and track everything there. this is where i personally keep my symbols, tags, post ideas, posts stored for later, and so on ♡ this just helps to keep everything neat and tidy and in check so it doesnt get super messy and u dont get overwhelmed <3

🐧𓂃 ࣪˖ ok get ur notion page or notebook or whatever ur using to plan in and pick out ur fav things about all ur fav girly blogs. use theirs as inspiration and figure out which features of theirs you want in yours and make them ur own. use inspo from already existing girly blogs or blogs you like and use this to create ur own individual style / aes and get a better feel for how u want ur own blog to look! ♡

-> (🗒🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ note: please do not copy from other's blogs or use things they made without credits, or try and pass it off as ur own. inspiration not plagiarism people!!!!!!!! ♡)

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ experiment!!!!!!!!!!!!! like i said earlier i have literally only just managed to create cohesiveness in my blog through countless amounts of trial and error. experiment and go through some trial and error and see what u like best, don't be afraid to change it often and see what ur favs end up being. that way you can get more of a feel for what you like and how you want your blog to look!

🎀 𓂃 ࣪˖ if ur gonna make girly / advice posts then i'd suggest to create a defining structure or layout for said posts. if you look at majority of my posts, they all have pretty similar layouts. this is gonna be kind of like ur signature and it helps people recognise ur specific style. you can note this structure down in whatever ur using to plan and manage ur blog, or just keep a mental note of it ♡

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ one of my fav things regarding post structures is make use of the symbols u picked out earlier and give them specific uses! this sounds kind of weird but i will give a demonstration of what i do w this tip:

♡ ──★ ˙ ̟🎀 : for headings or subheadings

♡ 🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ : main points and notes

♡ 🗒🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ : for any extra tips, edits or thoughts within one point!

♡ ──★ ˙ ̟🎀 !! notice !!: for any content warnings, announcements or things i may have to say that are important to the post!

♡ ୨𖹭୧: used at all the ends of my tags bcuz its pretty and cute! (plus i dont wanna change it)

♡ all my love 💬🎀🫶🏻💗: the little signature i use at all the ends of my posts!

♡ 🧁🎀💬🐧✨️💭🐰🎧🧸👛📌📎🗒: just a bunch of emojis i use often to make things prettier! ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ create a defining theme / aesthetic. please don't feel limited to just pink and girly, but if you want that then thats perfect too! i think i have a v specific genre of girlblog and after changing and tweaking and altering it for some time now i'm vv happy with it ♡ if you follow the rest of these tips you'll probably have attained some sort of individual blog aesthetic already, but this is just to remember ♡

-> (🗒🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ note: one thing i like to do for this is have a specific divider(s)! i'll add the one i use all the time at the end of this post ♡)

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ i think this basically just adds on from my previous point but try ur best to be original in ur posts. make ur own style, make ur own aesthetic, make ur own post ideas no matter how out there they might seem, do things out of the box and whenever you like! i have created a few things like this (i.e. bee's record player, a monthly music magazine basically, and the princess project which i used for the first 50 days of the summer!) and they're such a cute way to just add some flair and originality to ur blog! ♡ be spontaneous and random and silly and change things up. girly blogs should be fun! ♡

i don't think i can think of anything else for now, but thank you for coming to me 😭💗 i hope this helps u and tag me when you start!!!!! i'd love to see ♡ mutuals when??? 🫶🏻

all my love 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

also here's the divider

i also use this for my announcement posts! pretty girls dont gatekeep so here u go

andd i also use this on all my intro / blog navigation posts! ♡

(none of these dividers are mine, i just use them bcuz they're super pretty and me! all credits go to original creators obviously ♡)

#okay this was written all in one sitting at 8 in the morning how do we feel #ive actually wanted to make a post like this for some time now #i just wasnt sure what id put in it #so thank you lovely anonie for bringing me out of my procrastination #and making me actually write the post!#also sorry for the shameless self promo but if there's any specific posts like this u want then my inbox is always open ..................#smiles at u manipulatively /j ily #asks ୨𖹭୧ #it girlism ୨𖹭୧

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listener-symphony · 1 year ago

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I’m bored and I have the power to randomly generate pairs and such, soo, making up random interactions with randomized pairs (plus one trio cuz there’s an odd number). Below the cut because it’s gonna be long (there’s a lot of characters!

(Also it’s okay if nobody has anything they want to send in as an ask but if you’re just being shy or worried I want you to know that 99% of the time askblogs would love to receive an ask and you’re not being a bother by doing it. Don’t know if anybody needed to hear that it’s just I personally always get worried that askblogs receive too many asks so I try not to send them but I’ve done ask series in the past so I know that usually they would love to get a single ask and if they DO have too many they would close the ask box or say something about it, so if they haven’t, you should always send something. That’s all, hope this doesn’t sound like I’m begging for asks I’m just trying to give genuine advice for interacting with askblogs lol)

Okay now to the randomized interactions!

LimL!Pearl: Oh! Hi Lizzie! How are you doing…?

SL!Lizzie: …

3L!Scar: She’s probably come to see her husband again.

LimL!Pearl: Oh right! I thought he usually goes to the cliff to visit her though…?

3L!Scar: Well, some nights she comes to make sure we aren’t all staying up late here in the desert…

*SL!Lizzie glares at 3L!Scar*

3L!Scar: …I’m always asleep at night Lizzie… you don’t need to look at me like that… I only know about you coming here some nights because- uh- UH-

LimL!Pearl: uh oh…

DL!Scott: hey Ren…

DL!Ren: oh, hello! What’s up?

DL!Scott: you’re a dog hybrid, right?

DL!Ren: yup! What about it?

DL!Scott: well, my Soulbound is one as well, so I was wondering if maybe you could explain why she’s been acting so… weird?

DL!Ren: …what kind of weird?

DL!Scott: you know… the way she’s been acting since we arrived here.

DL!Ren: …I don’t think that has anything to do with her being a wolf, honestly.

DL!Scott: okay, thanks anyway…

LimL!Jimmy: HALT! I’m stealing that sheep!

3L!Etho: no please! I managed to get it all the way here from the Ranch! I can’t let you double steal it!

LimL!Jimmy: …wait, you stole it?

3L!Etho: well, yeah, they’re the only ones with sheep. Singular. This is the only sheep. How did you not know that?

LimL!Jimmy: …and you stole it from the Ranchers?

3L!Etho: …yes…?

LimL!Jimmy: …you know what? I’ll help.

3L!Etho: :D

3L!Jimmy: So… you’ve had those crystals since the beginning, you said…

LL!Scott: … I don’t see why you care so much…

3L!Jimmy: Future Big Man Scott… I know what those crystals mean-

LL!Scott: I’m sorry I can’t have a serious and dramatic emotional conversation if you’re gonna call me that.

3L!Jimmy: Sorry!!! I don’t know what to call you!!! Scott’s my husband and you’re… not!

LL!Scott: ….. I don’t feel like talking about this right now. But, for future reference, I suppose you could call me… Stars?

3L!Jimmy: …Okay, Stars.

LL!Mumbo: So you mean to tell me, your version of me killed Scar?

SL!BigB: yup. And that’s why he’s not here. He swallowed him whole and he can never recover from that.

LL!Mumbo: he WHAT?! Okay, I gotta ask the other me if this is true…

SL!BigB: you can’t.

LL!Mumbo: why…?

SL!BigB: because when he ate Scar, Scar took over his brain, so he doesn’t remember anything.

LL!Mumbo: …I’m terrified.

LL!Scar: This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve asked me for a love crystal, you know.

DL!Martyn: wait, really? What did the other me want with one?

LL!Scar: no idea! Maybe to help his awful marriage or something. Actually, was Mumbo still alive at that point? Ah, the memories all blur together. Anyways! You’re gonna have to promise me something good in return.

DL!Martyn: But… I don’t have anything!

LL!Scar: Me neither! Thats why you have to promise me something.

DL!Martyn: wait, do you even have any crystals?

LL!Scar: hahaha… nope! Still waiting for Santa to give me that Crystal Making Kit for Christmas.

DL!Martyn: …you mean Symphony? Ugh, whatever, I’ll come back when you actually have crystals, I guess…

LL!Scar: don’t scoff at me when you don’t even have anything to pay with!!

LL!Tango: Are the rumors true? Are you actually… washed up?

LimL!Etho: man 😭

LL!Martyn: so… you won…

LimL!Martyn: yes. What about it?

LL!Martyn: …did they… are they… are you… happy?

LimL!Martyn: ….it was satisfying. What about you? How’s losing feel, loser?

LL!Martyn: …… rude. You’re quite rude for a giant scary… pirate.

LimL!Martyn: isn’t your name Fart or something?

LL!Martyn: listen dude I’m being incredibly vulnerable right now and you are not very nice about it. I’m leaving.

LimL!Martyn: don’t know what you expected. Especially when your name is Fart-

LL!Martyn: BYE!

Gem: Hey Skizz!

LL!Skizz: oh hey… Gem! Wow, you’re the only one of your kind…

Gem: my kind??

LL!Skizz: Gems! There’s like four Skizzles and only one Gem!

Gem: oh, yeah… honestly, it’s kind of scary, especially since it’s like nobody knows me except Secret Lifers…

LL!Skizz: aw, that’s sad! I’m sure you can fit in with the rest of us soon enough!

Gem: Aw, thanks Skizz!

3L!Skizz: Hey Impulse… The Impulse I know is up in Lonely Cliff, and I know he betrayed my guys, but I’m still kind of worried about him, you know? So I was wondering if you knew anything that could convince him to talk to us again…?

LL!Impulse: hm… maybe he wants to play some fun British games

3L!Skizz: …never mind…???

LL!Lizzie: so… you’re saying that your Joel is… a bad boy?

LimL!Grian: ……you can’t have him

LL!Lizzie: DARN!

SL!Scott: ohhhhh no please don’t do it please don’t-

SL!Jimmy: THE FLORIST SENDS HIS REGARDS!

SL!Scott: NO HE DOESN’T!!! HE HASN’T SPOKEN TO YOU!!! I SAW HIM!!!

SL!Martyn: *sniffsniff*

LL!Bdubs: WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS SNIFF??

SL!Martyn: I can smell it… you have… relationship issues

LL!Bdubs: NO I DO NOT!!! ETHO AND I ARE VERY HAPPY!!! GET OUTTA HERE YOU MUTT!!!

3L!BigB: Dang it’s crazy that Dog Martyn can sniff out relationship issues

LL!Etho: huh? Where’d you hear that from?

3L!BigB: oh well he just did it to- uhh… UHHH…

SL!Skizz: ……. So you’re… with Top?

DL!Jimmy: …excuse me?

SL!Skizz: you know, Tango Top?

DL!Jimmy: …I think that’s between me and Tango-

LimL!Joel: WHY ARE YOU HUMAN?!

SL!Cleo: Why aren’t you?

LimL!Joel: …

LL!Pearl: So, if you had to choose between Gaslight, Gatekeep, and Girlboss which one would you be?

LimL!Scott: I’m thinking Girlboss. But I’d be… Gillboss.

LL!Pearl: … you’re nothing like the Scott I know…

LimL!Scott: ???? Well yeah, he’s not a fish…

3L!Ren: That ship you live in seems dangerous… wouldn’t you rather live in a castle in the Kingdom?

DL!Etho: You don’t even know the half of it, Ren… But also, I don’t think you want all the Shipwreckers in your Kingdom.

3L!Ren: …Yeah, okay, I admit I’m a little afraid of you Double Lifers.

SL!Mumbo: so we’re best friends for real now, since Secret Life is over right?

SL!Etho: ?? no

SL!Mumbo: 🥺😭

LL!BigB: you know, if your scary wife is too scary for you, you could always change your identity a little…

SL!Joel: nothing is too scary for me, especially not my scary wife.

LL!BigB: okay, but I’m just saying, she would never be looking for anyone named Jerry.

SL!Joel: …?

LimL!BigB: So… anything interesting going on in your life?

SL!Impulse: if I hit things with sticks it kind of works like drums

LimL!BigB: …so a no, then

LimL!Scar: Mom, how many divorces do you have to go through?!

DL!Cleo: wtf

LL!Cleo: So who in Lonely Cliff is Gaslight, who is Gatekeep, who is Girlboss?

DL!Grian: …I’d be Gatekeep, Impulse would be Gaslight, and Lizzie would be Girlboss. Now go away.

LL!Cleo: Okay… but I really think all you Loners should hang out more. Could be good for you.

DL!Grian: I said go away.

LL!Ren: Second place…?

LimL!Impulse: Second place.

LL!Ren: …congrats.

LimL!Impulse: …you too.

3L!Tango: …

LimL!Tango: …

3L!Tango: …what is up with the Jimmys

LimL!Tango: I know right?! They’re so obsessed with that other Tango!

3L!Tango: I just think it’s weird, are you jealous?

LimL!Tango: NO

3L!Bdubs: CAN YOU STOP FLYING UP TO MY WINDOW?!

DL!Scar: what’s the point in all these tall towers if nobody’s meant to fly up them?

3L!Bdubs: you’re the ONLY ONE WHO FLIES

DL!Scar: ahh, I see, jealous that I’m the only one who has figured it out.

3L!Bdubs: NO!!! Ugh, maybe it’s a Double Lifer thing…

LimL!Skizz: yup! He died first!

3L!Scott: wow… that’s four times in a row… I don’t know if I should tell him or not, honestly… I’m also not sure if it makes me feel better…?

LL!Jimmy: okay, I’ve caved. I’m here.

DL!Tango: oh hi! …what do you mean

LL!Jimmy: I’m here to see what all the fuss is about! Why do Jimmys keep coming here?!

DL!Tango: well, I guess they’re just curious about their soulmate…?

LL!Jimmy: okay but nobody is crowding that one Scott.

DL!Tango: because… Ranchers for Life.

SL!Pearl: maybe you can fill the Cleo shaped hole in my heart…

3L!Cleo: …I’m married

SL!Pearl: …that’s… not what I meant…

3L!Cleo: then PLEASE work on your wording. Also, TERRIBLE way to start a conversation.

DL!Bdubs: have you SEEN my version of you??

3L!Grian: well… yeah… he talked to me.

DL!Bdubs: REALLY? He’s been avoiding everyone though!

3L!Grian: he wanted to know what happened with me and Scar… it’s pretty sad to hear how things went for them in your world.

DL!Bdubs: oh yeah they died badly.

3L!Grian: …. in my world we killed you

DL!Bdubs: OUCH!

SL!Bdubs: you should change your wizard tower into a slide

LL!Joel: …what

DL!BigB: heyyy…

LL!Grian: hmm?

DL!BigB: you’re a Grian… I was wondering if you could explain anything about my Grian…

LL!Grian: probably not.

DL!BigB: dang, not even gonna try?

LL!Grian: nah, I have nothing to do with THAT drama.

SL!Tango: the Bdubs in my world calls Etho daddy too

LimL!Bdubs: ☹️

DL!Pearl: HEY!

3L!Impulse: AH.. oh.. you scared me!!

DL!Pearl: Hehee… anyways… I’m just worried about you Loners! If I hadn’t made up with my Soulmate, I’d be here too! I know how much it sucks. So, is there any way I can help?

3L!Impulse: …no. I don’t really fit in anywhere…

DL!Pearl: oh come on! I’m sure everyone else at The Nose would love to have you!

3L!Impulse: hh… I feel like I’d be shot double dead if I was spotted at the Nose.

DL!Pearl: hm.. there’s surely someone who would like to welcome you! What about your soulmate?

3L!Impulse: who…?

DL!Pearl: Bdubs! You two loved each other so much…!

*3L!Impulse has clock flashbacks*

LimL!Cleo: Are you treating my son well?

DL!Impulse: uhh… well yeah, but… he’s not your son?

LimL!Cleo: well my actual son doesn’t have any partners so I’m just checking on the other versions of my son. Especially yours. Since in my world you killed him.

DL!Impulse: Oh, well, none of that here! Bdubs and I would never kill each other! …Well, he accidentally killed me technically, but that doesn’t matter! Also… I don’t know how I feel about pretending you’re my mother in law….

SL!Grian: hey emo boy did you know we’re soulmates in Secret Life

3L!Joel: don’t call me- wasn’t the soulmate season Double Life?

SL!Grian: Yeah but we were soulmates anyways isn’t that crazy 🥰

3L!Joel: … go away

SL!Grian: all you Joels are the same 😭

3L!Martyn: Ren is the best

DL!Joel: no, ETHO is the best!!!

3L!Martyn: BLASPHEMY! Lord Ren the Red King is the greatest!!!

DL!Joel: well, I don’t see his face on your shirt! But look at MINE!

*they argue*

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larakb117 · 2 years ago

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LONDON ADVENTURE

Joseph Quinn & female y/n

Summary: You have your first date with Joseph Quinn. (slow burn)

Warnings: 18+, none so far, except Joseph Quinn winking

Part 2

The name sounded familiar to you. Joseph Quinn? You heard that name before. After another few seconds of hesitation, you finally decided to tap on calling. “It´s Joe.” , the British accent from the other side of the line made your heart jump again. He had a beautiful British accent, you had a thing for that to be honest. “Hi.”, you said shyly. “Oh, is that you, y/n?” “Yes, hi Joe.”, you started to sweat a little. You just met him like three hours ago, why did he make you feel like that? “What´s up, darling?” “Oh.”, you forgot to prepare a speech, dumbass. “Ehm…I just wanted to make sure you get my number…” Yes, y/n, great idea. “Okay, I have it now, love.” You could hear him smiling through the phone. A few seconds it was silent, none of you said something. “Maybe we can go out someday.”, you were shocked by yourself that you were brave enough to ask that. Every other guy you asked out before rejected you, so you didn´t really dared to do it in the last couple of years. For a moment you hold your breath, really scared what his answer would be to that. “Love that.” You sighed in relief. Oh my god, oh my god, repeatedly in your head, trying to keep yourself together. But you could not stop yourself from starting to awkwardly dance around your room. “Y/n, tell me when you have time?”, Joe interrupted your little dance. “Ehm, I only work on weekdays, till 4 pm every day. And I don’t really know anybody here, so I´m free…basically every day.”, quickly you regretted saying that, it sounded desperate, exactly what you were trying to avoid. “I´m free on Wednesday, Friday and on the weekend. Next week I have to fly to the states for work. Maybe we can make it this week?” “That would be great”, he seemed really interested, so you started to feel a little bit more calm again. “Wednesday sounds great.”, that was the next day, but he offered it and you had time, and honestly couldn´t wait to see him again.

“You don´t understand. You had tons of dates before! This is a first for me!” “I know, y/n! Do you even know where he takes you?” “No, he just said we should meet at Leicester Square station.” “But you meet him at like 6pm, so I think he takes you out for dinner.” “I´m not dumb, I know, but what kind of dinner?!” You started to freak out and act stupid at that point. “I know your nervous, so I forgive you that bitchy undertone.” “I´m sorry, Jenna, I just feel like throwing up. I need to be there in one and a half hours.” Jenna was your best friend from work. She was married, had three kids, so the only contact you both had was at work or over the phone, she was pretty busy. “You should wear the black dress you wore at your friends wedding in Germany a couple of weeks ago. That works with fancy and casual dining. Maybe you can wear your vans with it. Just to loosen it up a bit.” “Yes, that’s a good idea.” You felt relieved but needed to hurry up like right know. “Thank you so much Jen! I need to hang up now! See you tomorrow!” “I wish you a lot of fun! Enjoy it! And tell me everything about it tomorr-!” You were too fast and hung up before Jenna could finish her sentence. Hectically you started to do your make up, get dressed and packed your things in a small bag. You managed to get out of the apartment right on time, made your way to the nearest underground station and took the Nothern line to Leicester Square. Suddenly your phone beeped, Joe sent you a message saying he´ll be a few minutes late because his train delayed due to technical issues on the rails. Another text message arrived: Maybe we should meet in front of the hippodrome, so we don´t miss each other. Your train arrived at Leicester Square at 5:57 pm. The station was packed, no wonder, it was peak time. You banned your way through the crowd outside of the station and walked to the other side of the street, right in front of the hippodrome you began to scan the faces around you. Every few seconds you looked on your phone to check for the time or new messages from Joe. It was 6:05. All of the sudden there was a hand on your shoulder, which made you turn around and face him: Joe. He smiled widely at you and immediately came in for a big hug. “Hi!” It was a long hug, he rubbed your back, he was warm and wore a soft shirt. That was probably the best hug you´ve ever received. His beard tickled at your shoulder, the weird feeling in your stomach was back. “How are you darling? Sorry I´m late.” He started to loosen the hug a bit, but he still got his hand on your arm. His big brown eyes sparkled, like they did yesterday. “I´m great! How about you?”, you could swear your voice got higher by every word you said. “Pretty busy, but that’s okay. I´m glad you called yesterday.” The big smile forming on your face could not be hidden: “Yeah, I am too.” “You look amazing by the way.” Joe looked at you for a moment, your legs got shaky. Maybe he noticed that, he took your hand and squeezed it. “Thanks.” He wore a white buttoned up shirt and some loose grey pants. His style was kind of different. It took a short moment for you to collect your thoughts and asked him a question: “Where are we going?” “You can choose, we can go to a restaurant- personally I like pasta a lot- or we can get some takeaway and walk around, maybe at seven dials market.” “I love pasta, but the second option sounds really seductive.” “Okay.”, he still had your hand in his and with a gesture with his other hand he indicated to start your little walk to seven dials market at Covent Garden.

You strolled through the crowd and the first few minutes you both kept silent, your hand still in his. Finally, you felt brave enough to break silent: “You said, you´re busy, what are you up to?” “Oh, just some appointments for work, packing for the states and stuff like that.” He seemed a little abashed. “What do you do for a living?”, you could not hold back. “I´m an actor.” You walked across the street, still hand in hand, which felt surreal. “Oh, what kind of acting? Do I know some of your work?”, now you got really curious. “Oh, I was at a play at the National Theatre some years ago, did a little bit of stuff for BBC and Netflix. I´m doing press in the US next week, that’s why I need to pack.” You were impressed. “Wow, what did you do for Netflix? We don’t really have BBC in Germany…” “Ehm, I was a part of Stranger Things, you know that?” What? You could not believe what he just said. “Wait, you were in Stranger Things?” you looked at him in disbelief. Joe´s hand got really hot. You could feel how nervous he got. “Yes, just one season. A side character.” Now you realized why his name sounded familiar, but you could not figure out who he could have been in the show. You recognized Joes face, he seemed to be a little bit disappointed. Joe stopped walking and looked at you. “I hope this doesn´t make things awkward for us…” He narrowed his eyes, which made you feel really bad. His facial expressions were strong, so you were able to see his discomfort rapidly. “I´m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I´m just trying to get to know you.”, now it was your turn to squeeze his hand, attempting to make him feel better. “It´s alright love. Since the show aired there was a pretty huge hype, especially about my character… And my person as well. Dating and stuff like that just got really hard. A lot of women were just trying to date me because of my fame…” “Oh, don’t worry,”, you tried to break up the situation by smiling at him and reassuring that you weren´t here because you knew him before. “I`m still trying to figure out who you were in the show.” His eyes lit up again. “Eddie Munson.” You began to stare at Joes face: “You don’t look like him at all.” “Well, you´re not the first one to say that,”, he grabbed his neck and chuckled. “I´m hungry.” “Yeah, we should probably keep going.” Your walk continued. “Besides, I prefer Steve anyways.” Joe totally understood that small joke and winked at you.

To be continued…

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me-gusta · 3 months ago

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Fate is funny sometimes Part 1

The summer sun cast a warm glow over the bustling city as Asuna strolled through the park, enjoying the rare day off from her demanding job at the tech firm. She reveled in the serenity of the moment, savoring the gentle breeze and the distant laughter of children playing. It had been a while since she felt this relaxed, a stark contrast to the intense world of Sword Art Online that had once dominated her life.

Asuna's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing. She fished it out of her purse and saw a message from Kirito, her boyfriend, who was busy with a new project at work. "Can't wait to see you tonight. Dinner at our place?"

Smiling, Asuna typed back a quick reply, "Sounds perfect! See you tonight."

As she continued her walk, she noticed a young woman sitting alone on a nearby bench, her posture and features strikingly familiar. There was something about her that tugged at Asuna's memory. The woman looked up, her eyes meeting Asuna`s. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The woman stood up and walked towards Asuna. "Excuse me," she said, her voice carrying a blend of confidence and impatience, "Are you Asuna Yuuki?"

Asuna nodded, her heart racing. "Yes, I am. And you are?"

The woman`s lips curved into a smirk. "I'm your twin sister. My name is Ayumi."

Asuna's breath caught in her throat. Her mind raced with disbelief and a flurry of questions. "I... I didn`t know I had a twin sister."

Ayumi`s eyes flickered with a mix of sadness and bitterness. "I suppose that's not surprising. I was separated from you at birth and put up for adoption. It wasn't until recently that I found out about you."

Asuna took a step back, trying to process the revelation. "I don't understand. Why are you here now?"

Ayumi shrugged. "I wanted to meet you, of course. And... there's something else you should know. I heard about your boyfriend, Kirito."

Asuna`s protective instincts kicked in. "Yes, Kirito is very important to me. Why do you bring him up?"

Ayumi`s smirk widened. "Well, since we`re family now, I thought I`d let you know that I`ve taken quite an interest in him."

Asuna's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"

Ayumi's gaze was sharp. "I`m saying that I`ve been spending time with him. I think you should be worried."

Before Asuna could respond, Ayumi turned and walked away, her confidence as unsettling as her words. Asuna was left standing in the park, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and anger.

Later that evening, Asuna arrived home, her mind preoccupied with the unsettling encounter. Kirito greeted her with a warm hug and a kiss. "Hey, you`re just in time. I was about to start dinner."

Asuna managed a smile, but her thoughts were elsewhere. "Kirito, we need to talk."

Kirito looked concerned. "What`s wrong?"

Asuna took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. "I met someone today. Her name is Ayumi. She claims to be my twin sister."

Kirito`s eyebrows knitted together in surprise. "Wow, that`s... unexpected. And?"

Asuna hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "She mentioned that she`s been spending time with you. She made it sound like she`s trying to come between us."

Kirito's expression hardened. "What? That`s not right. I haven`t been seeing anyone else. I would never do that to you."

Asuna felt a pang of guilt at the accusation. "I know, Kirito. I trust you. It`s just... I don`t understand why she would say something like that."

Kirito took her hands in his. "Let`s not jump to conclusions. We`ll deal with this together. We should talk to her and find out what`s really going on."

Asuna nodded, feeling reassured by Kirito`s support. "Okay. Let`s talk to her tomorrow."

The next day, Asuna and Kirito met Ayumi at a café, a neutral setting that seemed to fit the tension of their conversation. Ayumi was already seated when they arrived, a smug expression on her face.

"Glad you could make it," Ayumi said, her tone dripping with insincerity. "I hope you two are doing well."

Asuna took a seat across from her, with Kirito beside her. "Ayumi, we need to clear the air. You mentioned youvve been spending time with Kirito. What did you mean by that?"

Ayumi sipped her coffee, her gaze flitting between Asuna and Kirito. "Oh, just some casual meetings. I was curious about the person who seems to have everything—an ideal life, a perfect boyfriend."

Kirito`s eyes narrowed. "I don`t know what your game is, but I`m with Asuna, and I`m not interested in anything else."

Ayumi`s smirk faltered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. "If you say so. I just wanted to get to know my sister better. I didn`t mean to cause any trouble."

Asuna watched Ayumi carefully, trying to gauge her sincerity. "I want to believe you, but your words and actions have raised concerns. Why don`t we start over? If we`re really family, we should try to build something positive." Ayumi`s expression softened, but there was still a trace of skepticism in her eyes. "Fine. I`ll try. But don`t think this means I`m going to back off easily."

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Adventures of The 144p Progenitor

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The USF Silent Path: Turmoil & Soil

Story #11

"It has been suggested by AI-guidance, and has been unanimously decided by Admiral Alfred, Colonel Zefhris, Admiral Vince, and Colonel McCarthy that we boost our efforts in the rescue process. It's a direct order from all the way up the chain. We intervene with the objective of peaceful negotiations. And we save our fellow USF members. Our warships are authorized to return fire if diplomacy signals fail, on the advisory of Captain Jack. Overall, the objectives are simple. You are to implement search and rescue, and small-scale aerial-to-ground combat strategies and tactics immediately... following our debriefing. You are now dismissed," Lieutenant Colonel Army brawned, exiting the planning room with three other higher ranked officers. The door closed behind them.

"Sooo, f$ck the vote, then?" Captain Dan complained, chuckling.

"Okay!! Damon, Myles, and Ian, we're going to stay with our process here, focusing on getting our frigates in and out. The USF Plaza goes to Damon, USF Retribution to Myles, and the USF Element to Ian. Myles? Get up!!"

"Cruisers are in my command, Natalie, let me know when to move them in," informed Captain Michael, drinking the rest of his space soda then throwing it into the burner (garbage incinerator.) "Aries and I got this."

"Ramon. Dan. With me, we're going to be on comms with command while Natalie and Michael lead in the tactical element. We will watch the strategic display, and you guys notify me if you see anything that could threaten our mission. Communicate with me, guys, you got it?" Jack ordered.

"Yes sir!" Ramon and Dan responded.

"Adam, if you could, be my eyes and ears between operations and command. That's what I need you to do," ordered Jack.

Captain Adam resounded, "Yes sir!!"

Everyone in the SOP (Strategic Operations Planning) room got into their respective positions. They manned displays that showed the frigates' and cruisers' vitals, updated data and news from satellite feeds coming from the warzone, strategic view of the USF Silent Path and the rest of the fleet, geographical and meteorological information around Yakkenden, and other information surrounding the situation.

"Ian, you know how to use that thing, right?" Joked Myles, taking control of his display setup.

"Shut the f$ck up, Myles!" Ian laughed.

"Boys!! Pay attention!!" Natalie scolded.

Dan added, "Yeah, guys? This isn't joke time, okay? I need you guys to focus. I need a heads up display on the frigates' course of action."

Myles and Ian refocused, furrowing their brows and looking through the available intel updates to determine if any changes needed to be made.

"The zone is hot, Natalie, what are you doing?" Asked Jack.

"We're going to steer them towards the mountainside and funnel them up North. Then they can fly straight through to the CS," Natalie answered with slight panic in her tone.

"Sounds right, they'll have cover between all those trees," Damon claimed. "Natalie, I'm getting contacted by the commander of the Plaza."

"Damon, talk," Natalie demanded.

"He's telling me that the terrain looks like it's pushing upward from the ground. They're not able to stay low behind cover, please advise," informed Damon.

"We're getting those readings, too," Ramon said, thinking to himself what the h$ll is that? "We don't know what's going on there, but it shouldn't impede progress, just slow them down and raise altitude. Strategic shows that the Azkonce are retreating West, away from the mountain range."

"Keep them on the route, Natalie," Jack ordered. "Subterranean scans available?"

Dan replied, "Jack, we don't know. Half of these blips aren't even coming up on time."

"Yeah, why are the readings coming in so slow?" Ramon asked.

Jack straightened up, "Not right now, guys, stay on geographical for now. How is weather looking?"

"Doesn't look good," Dan chuckled.

"Michael," Jack prodded.

"Not getting anything from the Raph nor Zogg about it. Manageable is my guess," Michael replied. "Commander Bryson, are you in good standing?"

Commander Bryson informed: Affirm, holding strong at altitude of two-hundred seventy-five thousands meters, weather patterns ineffective.

"Ten-four," responded Michael. "A-Okay, Jack."

"I need to know what's going on, Natalie, talk to me," Jack demanded, scolding in tone.

"Yes, Jack, I know, give us some time. They're still chatting on the comms with each other. Communication is not focused toward us," Natalie defended.

"Yeah, sounds like they're hitting some chop, there, Nat," said Myles.

"There's another windstorm, stronger than the last, about to drop on them, Jack... and it spans all the way across the mountain range," claimed Dan loudly.

"Stabilizers?" Jack prodded.

"No, these aren't the new ships, Jack," answered Ramon. "That's why operations in the Albatross suggested holding position to the Explorer unit."

Aries stirred a tad in his seat. Michael looked up from his display at Jack then back down.

Too late now, Jack thought to himself. "Switch to topological." The strategic display's colors inverted and then the entire map looked like a topological map. "Why is it showing the frigates are so high in altitude? They'd be out of cover entirely."

"That's... hold on," responded Myles.

"Commander, you're being advised to drop altitude," Ian reported.

"There's no point in that yet, guys, hang on," Natalie said. "Theoretically, yes, but realistically, what the f$ck is going on with the terrain?"

"No volcano present, so it's gotta be something else," Myles suggested.

Ian told Natalie, "They're going as low as they possibly can, telling me that based on the rapid movement of the terrain, they'll hit the ground within a matter of seconds."

"Is it really pushing that fast?" Dan asked.

"It can't be," Ramon said. "Not according to what we're seeing now."

Jack asked, "How far are they from the DZ, Nat?"

"They're taking a very long time getting there, but the ETA is two minutes," Damon replied. "Plaza is still up front."

"Wait. Guys? What is that?" Dan reported in surprise. "Switch to heat signature. Jack, look at that. What is that?"

Jack made the adjustment. "Why is it showing vehicular heat signatures on the terrain beneath the frigates?"

"Subterranean!" Yelled Ian.

Michael chuckled, prompting Aries to jolt himself more awake. "I suggest getting those frigates away from the ground," Michael suggested.

"Those aren't animals, those are vehicles," informed Ramon.

Damon replied, "Yes! We know that! And now the commander and his whole bridge is yelling at each other."

"Tell them what's going on now, Damon! Come on! Myles?" Natalie slapped.

Damon looked nervously toward Natalie, holding his headset, then recommended, "Commander of the Plaza, if you are aware of the terrain changes, we advise you to pull up and stay on course. Your cover will be negligible, but we will be guiding—"

"The Element just took a hit!" Ian exclaimed. "Element is dropping. Commander Sheros, do you come in? Do you read me?"

Commander Sheros resounded: Something got through the bottom of the ship! There is something underneath the ground! We are not changing course! Diverting auxiliary power to engine and thrusters! Oxygen levels dropping in lower levels of the ship!

"Myles," prodded Natalie.

"Silent Path to Raphael, get in range and be ready to fire down upon coordinates golf-five-six, echo-three-one, triangulated echo-three-one, papa-two-six, charlie-six-nine, how copy?" Michael began.

A commander from the Raphael responded: That's affirmative, Silent Path, en route, copy safe to engage on your command.

Aries related, sending the same order to the Zoggmendzing Ghost. Another commander confirmed their movement. Both Aries's order and Michael's order went unchallenged.

"Myles, tell the commander of the Retribution what's going on with the Element," Natalie commanded.

"He knows," Myles said, flipping through tabs on his display. "Commander Alapai, do you have enough power to tow the Element? They're breaking away and veering off course due to severe hull and interior damages."

Commander Alapai snapped back: Negative, we'll be down here all day, cuz. We'll go back if we have to—"

"That won't be necessary," Natalie said, overriding Myles's comms. "Don't deviate. Stay on course."

Commander Sheros transmitted: There is something shooting up through the ground! We are circumventing!! High alert!! Captain Natalie, we are losing reserve power rapidly, displays show that our auxiliary engines have been damaged, ma'am!! We can't stay up for long!!

"Oh God," Ramon said, prompting everyone in the room to look at the strategic display. Blips were appearing right underneath all three frigates. "Jack."

"Uhh— Jack. This is bad, Jack," Dan yelled, his voice cracking slightly. "Natalie? Order the frigates out of there!... ? now!... ?"

"Dan," Jack said to Dan in a murmur. "Keep them on course. Natalie, keep the Plaza on course. Adam, tell command what's going on and that we may have to send in that reserve fleet to back off whoever that is. They're attacking us."

Michael guessed, "They must think we're Azkonce. I'm thinking that they're— so—"

"Exaaaactly, that's gotta be the Egrucians, brah," said Aries.

"Ay," Michael scolded with his eyes squinted, "Maintain discipline." He chortled into a serious face.

Aries was grinning, trying not to laugh.

"Strategically, I think they're right, Jack," Dan said. "Azkonce headed West of Yakkenden and all the gunfighting is going on near the center of the city now."

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Ramon inquired to Michael, "Are those cruisers ready to hit back?"

"They're ready," Aries responded enthusiastically.

"Yeah. Ready," Michael nodded.

"Still nothing from the Explorer unit?" Asked Dan. "Anyone?"

"Radio silence, Dan," claimed Adam, after he reported to command what the situation had become. "Command is telling me that the reserve fleet is ready for combat, but to pull our ships back. Explorer unit hasn't responded for some time, now."

"Now? There's nobody where the DZ is," Damon informed.

"Now?! They're firing artillery against the mountainside, guys. What the h$ll, get them out of there, Natalie!!" Ramon forced. "Do you hear that?! They're hitting!!"

Natalie reacted, "Oohh, sh$t!! Guys, maneuver them up the mountains, now! Tell them to take cover on the— Jack, are there any units up on the mountain top?"

"It's clear of units but that storm is going to cover the whole f$cking range, Nat," Jack resounded.

Natalie patted her boys on the shoulders.

Myles, Ian, and Damon all gave orders through their comms, telling the commander of each ship to bail out and return fire as necessary. Natalie was guiding each one of them, looking over their displays, and trying not to panic.

"They're going to engage, but it won't be to much advantage," said Myles to Natalie. "There are no visuals below, and the artillery is too far away."

"Wait! That's only going to draw more attention to them! USF Silent Path to USF Plaza!! God, God, hold your fire!!" Damon vehemently shouted, focusing his passion.

Myles and Ian followed suit with giving the orders but it was already too late, as more of the Azkonce units were beginning to fire at the frigates, mistaking them for Egrucian ambushers.

"Cruisers," Dan pushed toward Michael and Aries, without looking at them.

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A representation of the hellish battlefield beneath the frigates, the fight between Azkonce and Egrucian forces.

The frigates were weaving back and forth in the strands of heatwaves and cold pressures, heavy rainfall, and thunder storms. The commanders of each ship were pushing their engines at maximum to pull up. The more time they spent down there, the worse off they were, losing fuel and power, as well as taking hard hits from invisible, underground forces, as well as from artillery in the city.

Breaking through the hardened terrain, numerous subterranean vehicles sporting the insignia of the Azkonce were ravaging upward to the surface, finally revealing themselves. Vehicles, termed 'Steel Gophers,' were breaching the force shields and hulls of the frigates with laser-insulated rods, same as they were while still underground. Other vehicles, termed 'Cloud Pushers,' were reaching the surface of the planet and then planting themselves into the ground with long, strong-fibred cables. Then, they unleashed a net-like plasma blanket that would snag the incoming artillery projectiles and use the remainder of its own speedy momentum to send the projectiles directly back to the enemy.

From what it seemed, everything between the Azkonce and the Egrucians was equally anticipated, one tribe never being above the other in terms of superiority.

The frigates were having an extremely challenging time dodging the weaponry of the Steel Gophers. They strayed from their original course and began flying up the mountainside to escape the falling artillery projectiles as well as the AA-battery-like weaponry of the Steel Gophers.

Heavily damaged, the frigates made it up to the peak of the mountains, but they weren't able to keep up in the air. They dropped down onto the flattest surfaces available and remained in contact with The Silent Path.

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A representation of the magnificent lightshow that was coming from the laser weaponry, though the sounds of each weapon was far more terrifying.

The Steel Gophers and the Cloud Pushers were followed as subterranean Egrucian vehicles surfaced, faster than the Azkonce's vehicles. They were termed, 'Radio Ants' or simply 'Ants.' They looked like motorcycles without riders, like large drones, and they screeched like banshees. The screech was shrill, constant, and terrifying. They had a head piece that lifted up from itself, revealing a laser ring, and it shot bursts of plasma-covered shells, 10mm in diameter, into the Azkonce vehicles. Some of the vehicles were completely disabled and were left like carcasses.

Azkonce humanoid soldiers were climbing up out of the disabled and broken vehicles, and firing plasma beams that left a liquid trail, falling to the ground and emitting steam. The plasma beams cut through their targets and disabled them immediately. The Azkonce soldiers had helmets with visors that switched from turquoise to deep black. They fired their weapons into the ground, controlling their aim, and explosions could be heard at a subterranean level.

Suddenly, more vehicles burst up through the ground. They looked like shoddily melted together steel plates and beams, and it was difficult to determine if they were Azkonce or Egrucian. Thrusters appeared to melt through the backside of their hull, dropping melted metals into the ground below. They shot themselves upward into the sky, sounding as loud as Earth's ancient F22-Raptors. They headed toward the direction of Yakkenden, and without much pause began firing the same needle-like lasers that the Steel Gophers were firing, only larger in diameter, and the color purple. They were termed 'Death Angels.'

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There were literally hundreds of units crawling up from underground in that area, many of them driving over each other or crawling over each other. The sound of the war was deafening, though truly was something to behold. The Azkonce units were seemingly overwhelmed by the Ants, but more and more units kept shoving upward from underneath the ground, knocking other units out of the way, blasting their turrets and cannons wildly into the sky accidentally, as well.

The cruisers, the USF Raphael and the USF Zoggmendzing were flying high above the surface of the planet, though dropped down to an altitude of around 100,000 meters. The deep, infrabass humming sound of their engines was not only bada$$ to hear, but was proving to be an effective crowd control against all Azkonce and Egrucian units.

Some Azkonce and Egrucian units began fighting upward towards the mountain tops where the frigates had inevitably created another CS. Other units were digging back underneath the tundra-like soil and still blasting their weapons at the vehicles above ground.

The Ants were proving effective against the more stationary Cloud Pushers until the Cloud Pushers inverted their plasma cannons into their vessels, causing a transformation. Then, they protruded plasma cannons on its four-sided top compartment. The entire vehicle would reel its dense-fibre cables in, in a snap, and then were being aimed manually by Azkonce crew members inside, shooting out at the Ants like harpoons, then pulling them into a shotgun blast of plasma energy from the top compartment. These units were something that the USF had to respect and fear.

More artillery projectiles were hitting and missing their targets, like an endless barrage. The warzone in Yakkenden thickened, as did the acidic plumes of smoke. The weather worsened as a windstorm passed over the area, as was predicted on the USF Silent Path. The artillery projectiles and the plasma nets were chaotically flying in every direction, hitting every unit and destroying many, and still there were more Azkonce Steel Gophers drilling up to the surface to blast more of the Ants away.

Another murder of Death Angels crowed into the skies, thrusting themselves toward Yakkenden. This time, hundreds of them were blitzing the city. The artillery suddenly ceased against the mountainside, and AA-battery positions termed 'Smokers' began firing long streaming plumes of smoke toward the Death Angels, interrupting their internal drive systems and causing their flights to fail. Death Angels were dodging each other and the smoke left and right with high precision, making the Smokers a very sensible weapon to use against them.

There was no telling how the citizens of Yakkenden felt throughout this war. And if this one battle was of any sign on how battles were on all of the other fronts, merely thousands on each side killing each other by one city, it was that the billions of Azkonce and Egrucian units were going to make the war last. Thousands of units from billions in one battlefront, at that intensity and with that kind of power, was not a good sign at all for the USF. Still, the USF was hopeful... from afar.

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ghostwritcr · 1 year ago

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didn ' t know why , but he felt a little nervous having bella look around . not that he had something to hide --- other than being in a gang --- , but because he never had any girl over there before . simple and small room , there was not much other than his bed , wardrobe , a chair and a desk --- where among his mechanical engineering books , could be found the pretty much only personal item he disposed : a framed candid picture of three years old dominic in his mother ' s arms , both laughing . dom always kept his things minimal , so it ' d be easy to pack it all and leave if he needed to --- either ' cause of the gang or his dad . ' yup , kinda . . . didn ' t spend much time inside anyway . ' always was either working or avoiding his dad . as bella ' s gaze wanders around his room , his is locked on her , while he gets his leather jacket off and hangs it on the back of the chair . knew that question was one of the many he had coming his way , as he nods ' he knows , but he ' s not part of it . just came along sometimes , for fun . ' was thinking of how to explain it all to her when she asked for alcohol , and even if not being a fan of drinking , he felt eased by it as he responded ' not here --- i ' m not much of a drinker . . . but i ' ll pick something for you from the fridge . please , make yourself comfortable . ' doesn ' t take more than a minute till he ' s back on the room , handing her a can ' sorry , cheap beer seems to be all we have left . . . month ' s ending means my dad already drank away the good ones he could buy . ' tries to joke it off so it doesn ' t seems as bad as it was . taking a sip of his soda , he sits by her side on the bed . after a sigh of encouragement , he starts talking ' so , about the racing thing . . . i ' m pretty sure by now you know it ' s not just . . . simple racing . but before anything else , i just wanna preface it all by saying i never wanted to be part of it . . . but i was born into it , so i didn ' t have much of a choice --- and i didn ' t know about the bad things involved until i was eleven or twelve . ' still way too early , but gladly that didn ' t change his character . ' we ' re not all bad people , y ' know ? sure there are , but . . . after my mom . . . well , the hawkeyes were the only family my dad had left . the only family i ever had . ' tensed semblance gives in how hard it is for him to open up about it --- only time he ' d done it before was in the beginning of his and max ' s friendship , when he was still too young to get the whole deep concept of it all . ' i know how bad it all sounds . . . believe me , i really do . but i ' m not a bad person , y ' know ? may be part of a gang , but i swear i never did anything real bad , okay ? pretty much the only thing i do is what i ' m good at --- racing . that ' s how we manage to sort out our matters here instead of just stupidly killing each other . ' only when he stops talking , he gathers the courage to gaze at her again , still afraid he ' ll catch her looking at him like a monster . ' what else you wanna know ? '

dominic should know now that she was far from easy but with everything she did, she had passion. both in love and hate. taking one day at a time was probably the best way for them to tackle whatever they were doing. bella observed his house, not a big one but it was cute. she nodded and let him lead the way. accepting his help, she moved through the window and into his room. making sure not to make to much noise. " yeah, that's fine. " gaze wanders around his room, taking in the details. it was small but she took a few steps, observing the things in his room. letting her fingertips touch things, " you grew up in this room? " she turned towards his best, sitting down. she was tired, both mentally and physically. the stunt with the cage had left her body feeling exhausted while all the fighting with dom tired out her brain. bella removed her wet jacket and put it on the floor, revealing the outfit underneath. oversized jeans and a big shirt. she could do a dress every once in a while but it wasn't really her ... thing. people thought she dressed the way she did to hide but that was far from it. growing up with an older brother, it was just how her style developed. but it did hide the shapes of her body and all the tattoos underneath, especially the big ones across her stomach. she looked up at him, seeing how the rain had wetted his hair slightly. " does max know about your racing? " it was probably a stupid question, they were best friends. of course he knew. but bella didn't and her own best friend hadn't mentioned it to her. the brunette stood up again, " you hiding any alcohol somewhere? " teasing smile appearing on her lips. she really could use a drink to unwind after the shit show tonight. but also wanting to relax again, keep herself from locking up.

#❥ d . spencer ⸻ interactions .#slumpcd / i . sanchez

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roronoacherries · 3 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 — 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝖺 𝗓𝗈𝗋𝗈

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content / warnings: smut, slight fluff?, fem. reader, pain kink, blood kink, daddy kink, kink shame? sorta?

comments: this is only my second time writing smut, don’t know how much i liked it, but enjoy! <3

it was inappropriate, to say the least. your lives were at stake; the rest of the crew stared at the swordsman in fear—equally afraid for him as they were afraid of him—but you… your heart raced at the sight of him, his feral eyes and the cruel smirk plastered on his lips.

you watched, fascinated, as he ran his tongue along the edge of his mouth, licking his own blood with the same intense and arousing calm that he displayed when he licked your cum from his lips.

he moved with a vigor and ruthlessness, with a killing intent, that made you consider whether you should try pushing his buttons and pissing him off until he decides to shut you up with his cock.

no. no, no, no, no. now, was not the time to be thinking about how his thick member would feel inside you as he fucked you mercilessly. it was not the time.

“y/n, are you hurt? you look like you’re in pain!” the sound of chopper’s sweet voice pulled you out of your shamefully lewd thoughts. flustered, you reassured the doctor that you were perfectly fine (zoro would never allow anyone to lay a scratch on you); you were worried for your boyfriend, that was all.

the reindeer sighed in relief, happy to know that you weren’t hurt. giving you a confident smile, he assured you that zoro would be okay. if anything, it was the enemy who should be scared. still, the doctor decided it might be best if you didn’t watch and accompanied you back to the ship, with sanji coming along to ensure that you got there safely.

but the image of zoro—covered in blood, a primitive expression of arousal etched across his face—remained ingrained in your mind. only roronoa zoro would manage to look turned on during a fight; and only he could make you this hot and bothered from simply watching him.

“y/n-chan…” you flinched at the feeling of sanji’s hand as it grazed your arm; you were desperate for touch. “are you okay? you’ve been a bit jumpy since we left.”

yes, i’m fine, sanji-kun. thanks for asking. i just need my boyfriend back here safely right this second before i go kill him myself.

“i’m okay. i’m worried about zoro, that’s all.” something told you sanji wasn’t as fooled by your lie as chopper had been, but he didn’t question you any further. “the mosshead ‘ll be fine. him and the rest of the crew will come running back to the ship before you know it.”

“i hope so...” you whispered, your mind wandering back to the gutter.

thankfully, sanji was right. it wasn’t long before the rest of the crew returned—unscathed, except for luffy and zoro but even they seemed fine enough. you waited impatiently for the crew to head in their own directions. seeing zoro’s wounds and the proud, sinful smirk plastered on his face didn’t help your frustration in the slightest.

the swordsman was adamantly telling the ship’s doctor that he was fine; all he needed was a few sips of sake and a quick nap. (“you’re bleeding, zoro! that’s not fine!”) you watched as chopper treated his wounds, cleaning the blood off his face. you couldn’t help but pout slightly at this, a reaction that zoro, unfortunately, happened to notice. his lips curled into a smirk as you turned away, feeling your face burning up.

“ya done yet, chopper?” zoro grumbled, still staring up at you from where he sat. “almost, but you need to rest. i’ll make sure no one goes to bother you.”

you pouted again, accepting the fact that you likely wouldn’t be getting what you so desperately needed.

“oi, y/n. give me a hand and walk me to my bed, will ya?” zoro stood up tiredly, giving you a look that assured you he wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon.

“right! y/n, you can go with zoro and make sure he doesn’t do anything he shouldn’t! you can do that for me, right?” said chopper.

“right! i can do that, dr. chopper,” you smiled eagerly, walking to zoro’s side, and immediately leading him away from the crew and towards the bedrooms.

“so, ‘s there a reason you haven’t stopped staring at me since i got here?” zoro said, as soon as the two of you were out of sight. he gazed down at you as he spoke, already well aware of the answer.

you looked up at him, your hands trailing over the bandages that covered his wounds, remembering the image of him in action, wielding all three of his swords. you let your thumb graze over his lips, mind wandering to all of the things he could do to you with his mouth, and recalling the way his tongue moved as he licked that trail of blood earlier.

“no.” you lied, kissing him eagerly before he had a chance to respond. it didn’t stop him from chuckling before returning your kiss, but he didn’t need to hear you admit everything he’d made you feel back there. all you needed him to know was how badly you needed him—how your skin longed for his touch, how your lips longed for the taste of his—all of him.

you let your hands roam his body, one tracing the curves of his muscles, the other slowly wandering down his chest. the heat burning between your thighs begged for his touch, your senses overwhelmed by him. but you’d made the mistake of giving him control, of letting him set the pace, and he was kissing you painfully slow, savoring the taste of you.

“zoro.” you moaned, pleading for him to give you more. his hands wandered slowly down your body, stopping at your thighs. pulling away from you, the swordsman admired the helplessly desperate look in your eyes with a smirk before lifting you into his arms.

as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hand slipped under your skirt, trailing over your soaked panties and evoking a gasped moan from your lips. “gee woman, already so eager for me? why’s that?”

“does there need to be a reason?” you whispered against his lips, leaning in to kiss him again but the swordsman tugged your head back, pulling your hair gently.

you glared at him. you could never hide anything from him; he always seemed to know when you were holding something back. “what’s with the face, doll? you need something? use your words for daddy.”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes at his teasing. he was the one with the daddy kink, not you. ok, that’s a lie. you did too, and his words made you weak. but you didn’t have the patience for this tonight. “i need you. let’s go to your bedroom, please.”

“who do you need?” zoro whispered, loosening his grip on your hair as he traced his lips along your jaw.

“you, daddy.” the word made you feel dirty in the best way, but the groan it provoked from zoro was enough to make you want to say it a thousand more times.

zoro carried you to his bed, planting kisses on your neck as he laid you down. his hands slipped under your skirt again, tugging down your underwear before swiping his finger slowly along your wet core. “and why is that, princess? what’d daddy do to make you this drenched?”

you moaned at the touch, begging for more but the smirk on zoro’s lips as he licked his finger told you he wasn’t planning on touching you any further until you answered him.

“you…” you closed your eyes and turned your head away from him, unable to get a word out with his eyes staring at you so intently. “you look hot… when you’re covered in blood. threatening to kill somebody.”

the words came out in a forced whisper. as you spoke, your hand roamed to your heat, desperate for touch, but zoro grabbed your wrist before you could do anything, an amused grin on his face. he was laughing.

your face burned in both rage and embarrassment. you tried to cover your face with your other hand, but zoro reached for that one too, pinning them both beside your head as he hovered over you.

“if i’d known seeing me fight turns you on like this, i’d pick fights more often…” there was that cruel smirk on his face again. he wasn’t going to let you hear the end of this.

“it’s not my fault that you look fucking aroused whenever you put on that damn bandana. it’s like you have a fucking pain kink.” you kept your eyes closed, avoiding his gaze as you felt his warm breath on your skin. without warning, he gave a small bite to your neck before sucking in a way that made your toes curl. the act elicited a loud moan from you.

“yea? maybe i do. what do you say we test it out?”

you stared at him in shock, unable to form any response other than stuttered whispers and a timid nod. you loved hated how he could have you at his throat one second and wrapped around his finger the very next.

“that’s my babygirl.” he smirked, kissing you softly before doing anything further. his hand drifted down to your wetness, slowly rubbing circles over your clit. no amount of self-control could prevent the moans that escaped your lips as he touched you, not after how he’d been neglecting you.

his lips left kisses along your neck and your chest, as he worked on unbuttoning your top with his other hand. your own hands explored his hair as you lost yourself in the stimulus of his calloused fingers along your entrance. your thoughts clouded in bliss, until suddenly and all at once, zoro shoved three fingers inside of you.

“zo- ah…” your breathing became shaky and uneven as he moved his fingers roughly, curving slightly to hit that spot. before you could even begin to adjust to the feeling, he removed your bra hastily, and began sucking on your breast until your nipple hardened, at which he nibbled softly on it. his hand squeezed the other, pinching your nipple harshly. “fuck. zo— da-daddy—”

your hands tugged at his hair as you pleaded with him to stop, to slow down (not that you wanted him to, you really didn’t want him to). he was driving your senses over the edge, but the pace of his fingers only quickened. it wasn’t long before your body succumbed, your cum spilling onto zoro’s thick fingers but the swordsman didn’t stop or slow his movements.

“please. daddy— i can’t—” you panted, tears filling your eyes. but daddy didn’t pull his fingers out until he’d finger-fucked you through your orgasm. even then, his thumb continued playing with your sensitive clit.

his eyes gleamed at the sight of you, your swollen lips parted; chest heaving; soft moans still spilling from your lips; eyes pleading tearfully for him to let you rest. “lookit you, princess.” he smiled mischievously, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “and i’m only getting started.”

zoro bit your earlobe before pulling back, removing his hand from between your thighs and slowly cleaning your fluids off his fingers with his tongue.

unable to keep your eyes on him, you leaned your head back closing your eyes as you prepared yourself for whatever more was to come. “fuck, daddy.” you were surprised at how breathless you still were. “when i said you had a pain kink, i meant you were into enduring pain, not inflicting it.”

the notion didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but you hadn’t expected him to put you through all of that.

“yea, well who says it can’t be both?” he said, his voice low and deep.

you opened your eyes slightly to find him stripping off his clothes. your own clothes had only been lazily removed. your unbuttoned top hung off of your shoulders. similarly, your bra simply hung low enough over your body to expose your breasts. and your skirt and panties had been pulled down to your feet. these you easily slipped off, letting them fall to the floor, but you didn’t think you had the strength to remove the rest.

thankfully, zoro removed them for you as he gently lifted you from the bed and placed you over his lap. he stroked his cock along your slit, evoking a gasp from you. but you knew what was coming and you weren’t going to let yourself get so lost in the pleasure that he could surprise you again.

no, this time you would take the lead. pressing your lips against his, you grasped his length in your hand, stroking it for a second before aligning it to your hole. he could make you feel pain by mercilessly fucking you fast and hard, but you could put him through the same suffering by taking him slowly.

you bit his lip as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, inch by inch. it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had sex, your body never seemed to grow used to his size. your eyes still watered as he filled you, whether you took him all at once or slowly.

zoro groaned at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to thrust into you but he let you have your way—at least for now. “mmm. fuck, daddy. i love the way your cock stretches my tight little pussy.”

you spoke your words as slowly as you moved, staring into his eyes as you lifted your hips at the same painfully slow pace. zoro hissed as you pressed your body against him, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck, princess...” he groaned, his hands tightly gripping your waist, unable to handle the feeling any longer, but you weren’t satisfied yet. you shook your head slowly, keeping your gaze in his as you stopped your movements. at this, zoro loosened his grip, groaning at the lack of friction.

you smiled as you moved your hips at a pace that pleased you well enough, but left your boyfriend suffering, his expression pleading for more.

“mm, daddy, you feel sooo good…” your eyes fluttered as you were grinding your cunt slowly against him, your mouth agape in pleasure.

it was your fucked-out face that sent him over the edge, unable to bare it any longer. without any warning, he gripped your waist tightly again and thrust into you hard, provoking a series of loud moans from you.

you bounced on his cock, keeping up with his pace as best as you could. biting your lip, you attempted to muffle the moans that spilled out of you. but the feeling of his dick slamming in and out of you recklessly was too much for you—especially combined with the feeling of his teeth leaving marks on your skin, his hands tugging at your hair and squeezing your nipples.

the swordsman fucked you senseless; you couldn’t form a single coherent thought, your hands mindlessly roaming his skin, nails leaving scratches everywhere they touched.

until suddenly, zoro’s thrusts halted and a pained groan filled the room. his bandages had come loose from the sweat of your bodies, and you had unknowingly clawed at a wound on his arm.

“oh my god, zoro, i’m so s—” instinctively, you began apologizing but when your eyes met zoro’s, you found a sickly pleasured look spread across his face.

oh my god, he totally has a pain kink.

you stared back at the wound in awe, eyeing the blood that trickled down his arm, and the blood on your own hand. without thinking, you raised your hand to lick the blood from your fingertips.

and do i have a fucking blood kink?

zoro brought your hand to his own lips, sucking them himself before giving you a cruel grin. “lemme hear those beautiful screams of yours again, will ya?”

he didn’t give you the chance to respond before resuming his violent thrusts, harder and faster than before. all you could do was scream and moan incoherently, his name and a spur of curses falling from your lips with every thrust.

your fingers clawed at his back as you fought to muffle your moans somehow. you could feel your legs giving out, shaking, as the knot in your stomach built up.

“ah- z-zoro. fuck, i’m-” your nails dug deeper into his back, earning a hiss from your lover. he thrust into you a little harder, “let me hear you cum for daddy, babe.”

his hoarse voice made you weak, your legs giving out under you as your cum spilled around his cock. screams of both pain and pleasure escaped your lips, unable to handle his thrusts any longer, but he wasn’t slowing down. your eyes filled with tears as he fucked you through your orgasm, and into a second high. your moans, the sound of your skin slapping against his, and his muffled groans echoed through the room.

his thrusts became more erratic as he reached his high, his cum spilling into you. “fuck y/n…” he moaned, your body collapsing onto his as he gave his last thrust. zoro wrapped his arms around you as he leaned back into the bed, both of you breathing heavily.

“oh my god.” you said breathlessly, enjoying the bliss of your high. but as everything replayed in your head, you felt your face turn red and you hid your face in zoro’s chest. “oh my god.”

zoro laughed, knowing well enough the thoughts that filled your head, his arms holding you tighter. it wasn’t the first time you’d hoped the ground would swallow you whole after the haze of your arousal cleared your mind, leaving you burning red with shame. it was a reaction zoro never allowed you to wallow in for long. he planted a kiss on your forehead before pushing your chin up to look at him. “that was perfect.”

he kept his eyes locked on yours, reassuring you. zoro was never a man of many words (at least not when it came to expressing his emotions) but the love in his eyes and the tight grip of his arms around you, told you what he felt better than any words could.

“i love you…” you whispered, planting a kiss on his chest. you still wanted to disappear into thin air, but disappearing into his arms was good enough.

“i love you too, y/n.” his words were quiet—confident, but quiet; it didn’t matter how many times he said the words, every time was like the first. not in that it made your heart flutter and filled your insides with warmth, but in that he still said them as carefully as the first time. like he was still afraid you’d laugh or reject him, even when you said it first. you held him tighter.

the two of you laid together in silence, with him still inside you, as you enjoyed the comfort of each other’s warmth. you could hear the rest of the crew singing and laughing on deck. “oh my god, what if they could hear me?”

zoro let out a laugh much louder than the first,. “i doubt it. not over the ruckus they’re making.” he assured you, petting your hair softly. “wouldn’t hate it if they did, though. especially that damned cook.”

“you can’t be serious.” zoro only smirked and shrugged in response.

“we should take a bath. i feel icky.” you said while pulling out of him, your body aching in emptiness. zoro hummed in agreement. without another word, he stood up and tossed you over his shoulder, carrying you to the bathroom.

you quietly screamed in protest. both of you were still naked and though the bathroom was only a few doors down, anyone from the crew might come and find you. you weren’t trying to have chopper wandering down and finding your bare butt in the air—or worse, sanji. but zoro ignored you, not bothering to rush either.

he drew a bath for the two of you, still ignoring your complaints as he laid you gently in the water. zoro sat with his back to you, your legs on either side of him like you’d done so many times before. you bathed in a comfortable silence. but as you washed over his wounds, you felt him tense up and heard a quiet hiss from his lips. “promise me you won’t go picking fights before your wounds heal,” you whispered, leaving a small kiss on his shoulder. “i don’t actually like seeing you in pain. and i know you’re strong, but i’d be lying if i said i don’t feel a little scared every time… even if you look hot.”

zoro chuckled, and although you thought he’d argue with you and assure you there was nothing to worry about, he agreed. “i promise.”

“thank you.” you smiled. “i’m going to go change. i’ll bring clothes and bandages for you.”

as you stepped out of the water, you were thankful zoro had carried you there; your legs were weak and you weren’t sure you could walk straight. you turned to zoro before taking another step. he’d leaned back, his eyes shut, but the smirk on his face told you he knew you were struggling. ignoring him, you wrapped yourself in a towel and rushed out, your legs shaking slightly with every step.

you changed into a long skirt and cropped tank top that were folded among zoro’s clothes. his room was closer to the bathroom, and you’d learned to keep a change of clothes in there for times like this. after grabbing some clothes for zoro and swiping some bandages from chopper’s room, you walked back, taking your time as your legs still ached—but a loud scream from the bathroom made you run. you almost fell over as you rushed in, only to find chopper scolding zoro for not being in bed and questioning why the wound on his arm looked worse and why there were so many more scratches on his body.

“it was a kitten. snuck on board.” zoro lied, eyeing you smugly.

“y/n! is that true? are all those marks on you from the kitten too?” chopper questioned, approaching you with worry in his eyes.

“mhm! yea. it was a cat… here, i brought some more bandages for zoro!” your face burned a bright shade of red. you’d never been a good liar, but thankfully chopper didn’t question any further beyond asking if you were okay. but the rest of the crew wouldn’t be so oblivious or easily fooled (minus, perhaps, the captain). chopper treated to zoro’s wounds, suggesting the two of you join the fun upstairs, especially since zoro couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble anyway. “thanks chopper, we’ll head up there in a bit.”

as soon as chopper had left, you turned to glare at zoro. “you are piggy-backing me to my room to get a sweater to cover up and up to the deck.”

“why’s that? don’t you have legs?” zoro remarked, not bothering to hide the grin on his face.

“shut up, roronoa. you know exactly why.”

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atsumiye · 3 years ago

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um, wrong number?

summary: on a night out, atsumu manages to get his next flings number. written on a flimsy napkin, they scribble a cute “call me” and their number. however, the next morning atsumu realizes the last few digits are smudged. with his superb guessing skills, he manages to guess the last 3 digits….or what he thinks is the 3 digits. so what happens when atsumu texts y/n some raunchy messages? he gets called a pervert

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"Angel, I think we should go out on a date today. Wanna show ya off." Atsumu whispers into your ear, his hands sliding around your waist. He peppers kisses against your shoulder as you giggle, "Fine. But you’ll need to ask Samu to babysit the kids."

"Baby I cant! Then he’ll say I owe him one and I dont wanna owe him nothing." he grumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Then we cant go out Tsum." you give his temple a quick peck before turning back to the laundry, folding all the kids clothes. A task you’ve found yourself struggling to get done when you have 2 mini Atsumu's following you around like little ducklings. And it seems as if both of your kids managed to pick up your husbands habit of spilling anything and everything directly onto their clothes, so the laundry seems never ending.

But hearing the giggles from across the house never fails to remind you that maybe its all worth it.

You walk towards Haruki’s room, seeing both of your kids take turns jumping into Atsumu's arms from your oldest's bed.

But when Haruki jumps into your husbands arms, runs back to her bed and then pushes in front of Nikko to jump again instead of letting Nikko have a turn, those giggles soon turn into tears.

You quickly run in to help calm your son down and after the tears subsided, you hear Atsumu ask, "Who's ready to go to uncle Samu?"

“Tsum how did you find this restaurant? It’s really good.” you continue to shovel mouthfuls of your food into your mouth, and after making eye contact with Atsumu you pause.

“Baby, are ya rushing to eat so we can get home to the kids?”

You look down at your plate and look back up at him when you feel his hand squeeze yours, “This is the first time we’ve gone out without them. It feels weird.”

He nods, grabbing a scoop from your plate and bringing his fork to his mouth to try some of your pasta, “They are in good hands with a Miya!”

“I don’t think that’s a good thing.”

“Hey!” He pouts at you and leans forward, bringing your hand up to his mouth to plant a kiss on it, “Look, why don’t we call ‘em so ya can see they are perfectly happy with Samu?”

You sigh, “I’d really like that Tsumu.”

He brings out his phone, dialing up Osamu’s number and hearing it ring 4 times before Atsumu starts to talk.

“Y/N wants to talk to the kids.”

“No Samu we don’t care about how yer doing.”

“I shoulda never asked for yer help ya little-“

You take the phone out of Atsumu’s hand and ask Osamu to put the kids on the phone after thanking him again for watching them.

“Hi mommy!” you can hear the sound of the television playing their favorite movie in the background and the sound of Nikko crunching on popcorn.

“Hi honey! How are you guys? Are you watching a movie?”

“Mommy! Hi!”

“Hi Nikko, what are you guys up to?”

“We are watching a movie and Uncle Samu made us,” he drops his voice to a whisper, “secret recipe popcorn.”

You gasp, “A secret recipe? Is it really yummy?”

Haruki takes the phone back and also speaks in a whisper, “Uncle Samu told us not to tell anyone but since you’re our mommy we can tell you! He said we can’t tell daddy though.”

You chuckle, “It’s okay I won’t tell daddy anything!” You watch Atsumu pout from across the table.

After another 10 minutes of your kids telling you about all the fun things they have done, you lean the phone towards Atsumu’s ear too so he can say goodbye.

“Mommy, before you hang up can we ask you something?” The two kids giggle, “Of course you can.”

You are so grateful that Atsumu is sitting down because the next words the leave your kids almost make him collapse, “Can Uncle Samu live with us? He’s so cool and our favorite!”

You rub Atsumu’s arm, “He’s your favorite?”

“Mhm!”

Atsumu snatches the phone from your hands and brings it up to his ear, “Haru! You said daddy was yer favorite this morning!”

You take the phone back, “Okay, goodnight guys. We love you!”, quickly hanging up the phone before Atsumu’s pout grows even bigger.

“Aw, baby. Its okay, you’re still my favorite.” You squeeze his hand and hand him his phone back. He stands up from his seat and leads you towards the exit so you can both leave the restaurant. Leaving enough time to walk around the city and spend all the time you can together before you go back home.

“I miss when they were babies, never even looked at Samu.” He grumbles and pouts.

You wrap your arms around his waist and he moves his hands to your cheeks, “I know, remember how much cleaner the house was before?”

You both laugh, tightening your hold around him. He places a kiss on the top of you head and wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Well...”

“Well what?”

“We could always have another baby.”

You pull away from him and look him in the eyes, “You want to have another baby?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a bit, didn’t want to bring it up just yet, but what do ya say baby?”

bonus scene 2- uncle samu

riya’s notes:

- osamu watches the kids at least once a month, they like to go over to his house for sleepovers!

- osamu really adores both of them

- they love to play board games and try new foods at osamu’s house

- atsumu got osamu a reservation to the restaurant and even took the whole family (and paid)

- haruki and nikko have been begging for a baby brother :D (it’s most definitely not because atsumu put that idea in their heads)

- i’m so sorry it took so long but i’m hoping to get more of the bonus scenes out soon! and maybe even some more of uncle samu!

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i just reread ll (after seeing that yoongi pic on twt..... loml) AND UGH IM SO MAD AT THAT FIGHT WHY DID HE SAY THAT AND OH MY GOD WHERE IS OC SLEEPING OMG DID SHE STAY THE NIGHT AT TAEHYUNGS (not like that ..... nasties 😑) WHATS GOING ON. WHAT IS JUNGKOOK GONNA DO WHEN YOONGI OR SEOKJIN FIND HIM WHAT IF YOONGI KILLS HIM OR SMTH

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

you leave jungkook alone in your dorm after a fight — but at the same time, he gets left alone with yoongi and jin, who still aren't sure what to think of him especially now

aka part two of the ll couple's first fight

"i think i'm gonna crash."

seokjin yawns and says out loud without the knowledge that he's speaking out loud, his hands fumbling for the dorm keys amongst the numerous keychains he has a knack for collecting

"you drank one cup of coffee, jin," yoongi snorts because as far as he recalls two hours ago, jin even made him drink his remaining coffee because he couldn't take any more

yeah well sCREW jin for trying to stay awake the whole day alright!!!! he made a roadtrip out of scouring each individual part he wanted to add to his fancy PC setup he's been saving a pretty penny for

he doesn't say it at all but yoongi carries immense happiness in tagging along with errands even if it serves him no purpose <3 sometimes he just likes being a keychain to his best friends and he's happy!!

"yeah, hot coffee — the worst," jin elaborates his dislike for hot coffee even if both you and yoongi heard it a hundred times before

he's noisily trying to find the right key and he's surprised you haven't woken up and just oPENED the door for them, but he's cluelessly and thoroughly entertaining yoongi aka the guy who hAS his own key yet refuses to use just so that he could see his friend suffering some more

at this point, your neighbors probably think you’re getting robbed but thankfully jin finally manages to put in the right key, a satisfactory sigh leaving him when it finally clicks and turns the right way

the dorm is dark and noT dim like what they’re used to, probably something to be blamed to the hellfire of rain that’s going on outside

jin’s carelessly removing his shoes by his own feet, only stopping when yoongi harshly pinches him on the side before he does it to himselF on the inside of his arm

“ow! what was-“

he soothes the sore spot on his side because yoongi can reallyyyyyy put his two fingers close without pinching and therefore make it hurt even more, eyes all around the place before it stops on a familiar figure

a familiar figure, sure. welcome? not exactly.

"huh. you're still here? are you staying the night?"

seokjin asks out loud to jungkook who’s standing by himself beside the couch with his hands bunched, worried eyes fixed on them

"where's y/n?"

yoongi asks and it’s made evident how the both of them have different intentions to acquire for, but they all boil down to you nonetheless

jungkook’s throat dries because it hasn’t even been an hour that he’s left alone in yoor dorm, not expecting it either that your two friends would come home this quick

"that's the thing,” he mumbles and yoongi picks it up first, slithering around jin to confirm if he’s really hearing jungkook

what does he mEAN that’s the thing???

"y/n left."

jungkook’s with the two of them now but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel cornered even if the two of them are positioned as if they’re trapping him

he feels more alone than he is cornered, fresh tears stinging at the back of his eyes that he doesn’t want to show yoongi nor jin

"what did you just say?" yoongi asks more in confusion than in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at your boyfriend

"why would she leave at this hour and at this weather? not to mention, leave you alone with us."

jin raises a valid point to put into everyone’s head how bizarre the situation is and not to spook jungkook out, but it sounds like the latter to him which is why he snorts at the startled look

"calm down, kid. we're not gonna rough you up if that's what you're thinking," he reminds him because they’re not tHAT unhinged when it comes to you, walking to the refrigerator to down the nearest water bottle, ".... not unless??"

he still carries a playful edge to him because as much as he’s worried about you, atleast one of the three of them in this room should be far from having a breakdown to level the others

yoongi’s not done with his questioning streak because he presses further, sitting at the couch in your exact seat that makes jungkook gulp

god it’s now just hitting him that you left

"why did she leave?"

"w-we fought."

there’s slight hesitance in his tone because he’s not exactly surE if he should be telling that he fought with you to your friends, but he sets aside the possible consequences because after all, it’s you that they’re conversing about

yoongi nods to himself, having a hunch that the both of you must’ve fought and when he looks up at him, he only belatedly realizes that your boyfriend’s now blonde

"what did you do?"

he goes straight for it, startling jungkook

he’s not necessarily offended that yoongi asked him what he did because if you ask him, this is really aLL his fault

"i-i'll get to that but uh shouldn't we look for y/n first?"

...

..... okay that was understandable

yoongi knows where he’s coming from, nodding to acknowledge him

"not the first time this happened," he admits quietly and that leaves jungkook speechless, watching him intently which is why it made sense that yoongi’s not out of his mind panicking just like he is, "y/n left the dorm when she and seokjin fought."

yoongi says it even quieter and jungkook gets why, because as low as his mumble went, seokjin still managed to hear it

it must’ve been a sore spot that jin doesn’t want to tell him all about, atleast right now, because he looks down to his feet as if he’s been burnt

"it was a serious fight, but it was long ago,” he mumbles under his breath and the reminder of their fight which he’s tried to bury in the back of his head throws him off his feet slightly, “she doesn't really leave when it's just a petty fight or something."

yoongi somberly smiles at jin as some sort of apology for bringing it up, not wanting to put salt on the wounds as he just redirects his attention to jungkook

"i'm asking you for the last time, jungkook — what did you do?"

there’s no direct pressure behind his words but the three of them know that it would drastically help if he just said so

there’s no moral compass that he tries to steer because he himself wants to tell yoongi and jin, even if it means having to put the little respect and love they have for him on the line

jungkook doesn’t sugarcoat and retells all the way from what happened with the hoseok situation until he finishes with what happened merely an hour ago, almost scared to look up at the both of them

jin humorlessly chuckles and shakes his head to himself, still perched against the kitchen counter

"low fucking blow, kid."

surprisingly, yoongi became the lenient one

jungkook’s head aches because the two of them switched attitudes in a matter of minutes!!!! jin is the one that sounds like he hates being in the same room as him and yoongi is the one that tolerates hin generally

he could oNLY assume that the retelling of the events must’ve hit jin one way or another, somehow connected to what the two of you fought about long ago

yoongi takes the liberty to speak after jin’s remark, nudging jungkook by the knee to sit beside him

"y/n's hurt, of course, because as much as she had flings and casual fucks and whatnot," he trails around but doesn’t look to jungkook who’s wide-eyed thy he’s even letting him sit beside him, “you're her first boyfriend."

...

....

...... what

“i am?”

jungkook asks in confusion and the regret creeps up to him not a second later, the ringing in his ears blocking out the rain and even jin’s announcement that he’ll call you

he nods and kook knows that he’s not only saying this to pull at his tail, simply because he’s aware that yoongi doesn’t joke around with him

with jin entering his room to call you, that leaves him alone with yoongi and it barely registers in his head that this is the first time it’s only the two of them after that time when he threatened to give him a knuckle sandwich and the sort

"was starting to entertain and like the idea of you in y/n's life — our lives, y'know?"

yoongi initiates conversation and kook gets startled even more, tripping over his words because he can’t grasp at the situation fully

"i'm sorry, yoongi. i-i really am."

"hate to say this but," he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue, fiddling with his bracelets, "i know you are."

???

jungkook’s confusion at your friend’s words is what distracts him from his remorse, not believing his ears

yoongi believes him??? he knOws that he actually feels sorry for having done what he did??

"y/n doesn't like being accused, i think no one really does," he starts off carefully, “it's not my story to tell but it's for you to understand that y/n, y'know...."

jungkook swallows the lump on his throat for whatever yoongi’s gonna say next, a furrow in his brow as he chooses his words

“she doesn't come from a past wherein assurance is at face value,” he clears his throat, "that's all i can tell you."

jungkook nods and he tries to contain his thoughts because he doesn’t want to assume. he’s only gonna take what you give and he’ll willingly wait for that time you tell him all about his past

he does have a clue about your family because he asked that one time if he’d be meeting your parents because you’re a senior and you’re graduating soon, but you only shaked your head no and said “yoongs and jin are enough” for your ceremony

yoongi feels sorry, but he’s not sure for who :(

all he knows is that his heart aches, even if it’s for the boy in front of him that he swore he’d hate, but is now unconsciously worming his way into his heart

he’s no stranger to what jungkook feels because he felt the same type of territoriality and the insecurity that came along with it — the one he used to have over you, in that platonic soulmate sense he didn’t realize at the time

"it's not my place to tell you either, but sooner or later, insecurity will consume you, jungkook."

the guy in question nods eagerly because yoongi manages to address the struggle he has in his mind, acknowledging the issue at-hand fully

"y/n can't baby you forever,” yoongi sighs, “but you can't be ditched whenever she feels like it either."

did...

did yoongi just take his side.....

jungkook kNOWS in the back of his head that yoongi’s neutral, but it all just registers in his head that for the first time, yoongi’s on his side, even in a sense

"talk it out. just sleep in her room for the meantime. fix it in the morning,” he starts to gather himself to stand, pausing to look at jungkook in the eye, "i'd hate to see my soulmate hurting."

the thing is, jungkook knows that yoongi’s your soulmate :-)

you told him that once and as much as you explained that it was only platonic, jungkook quickly understood it, much to your surprise

he knows he doesn’t know the entirety of you, but he knows that when he looks at yoongi, he’s looking at you too :)

yoongi gives him the ghost of a smile, making jungkook blink twice

"sooner or later, the two of us need to talk."

jungkook’s contented with that, smiling back at him

"good night, yoongi."

"good night, jungkook."

( ♡ )

ok.,.,.

“don’t come home, it’s pouring. or go back to your dorm, whatever. i don’t care.”

okay you dO in fact care!!!

it’s been more or less two hours since you left the dorm and you know this because jungkook’s been texting you without fail, only stopping twenty minutes ago that makes you look at the time

it’s 11 o’clock :O

either he’s asleep like he usually would be at this time, or he walked home

in fact, you don’t even know if jungkook is still at your dorm

your phone rings all of a sudden that it makes you flinch, scrambling to see who it was and you don’t know if it’s disappointment or relief coating you when you saw that it was jin

"and where is my favorite girl at this time of the night?"

you could only chuckle as you share a glance with the person whose dorm you crashed in, sending an eager greeting with his mouth full

"i'm at taehyung's. we're eating brownies right now."

when you knocked on tae’s door just two hours ago, the only thing he greeted you with was with a towel!!

he didn’t ask why you’re practically soaked in front of his doorstep because for whatever it is, it must probably be in good reason

truth be told, you didn’t even knOw where you were supposed to go but then tae popped into your head as the only sane person you know that would let you in at this time of the night without prior notice

it was a simple “jungkook and i fought.” to which he only nodded to, turned on the tv for you, and started baking brownies

"mhmm. what kind?"

you chew on the chocolate fudge, slightly chuckling at what jin’s insinuating

"the kind that doesn't leave you disoriented."

he hums at that and you could picture him swiveling on his gaming chair he bought just a week ago, his phone tucked to his ear closely

"the same kind that makes you able enough to come home tonight?"

"yeah,” you breathlessly agree, fiddling with the matching bracelet you have with jungkook, “same kind."

you could only assume now that they've seen jungkook and he's still saying there, all alone but with them

your heart warms at the thought that indirectly, jin’s making you come home to reunite you with jungkook, knowing that there’s an impending conversation sooner or later

"want me to pick you up? you'll get a cold."

"i'll borrow tae's umbrella. i'll come home when we finish the brownies."

the both of you know that it’s code for you just wanting a little more time before you come back, and also because you really wanna dO finish the brownies that tae warmly made for yoy

"mkay," jin smiled at your response, "i'll lock the door but just send me a text and i'll open it for you."

"won't you be sleeping?"

"i'll stay up. i'm not sleepy."

jin replies just as quick, a complete 180 to what he said when he initially came home that he wanted to crash because of the hot coffee he drank

you wordlessly thank him and he acknowledges it, happy to atleast know that you heeded his concern for you to come home tonight

"get home safe. love you."

it’s not only minutes later than you thank taehyung immensely and promise to take him to the aquarium as your thanks, finding yourself in your dorm that seokjin ushers you into with a peck on your head

you rush to your room and you’re greeted with the airconditioning turned on, seeing a lump beneath your comforter that you automatically know it’s jungkook sleeping

you're still damp from the rain but you change quickly to the first set of clothes you can grab from your drawers, not wasting a second longer

you sneak into your own bed, the same one that’s carrying jungkook

his sleep hasn’t even been the deepest and the moment he feels a shuffle beside him, he’s woken up immediately

“i’m here.”

jungkook realizes it’s you with the way your voice is soft and the way you hold his arm when you climb into the covers, wordlessly embracing him from behind

"i'm sorry. it's all my fault,” he says sincerely as he turns his body so he could face you, caging you in with his arm

"i'm sorry i stormed out on you."

he feels you nuzzle to the crook of his neck and it calms him down, the familiar scent of you enough to make his eyes close without fear

it only hits you now that this is the first time the two of you cuddle, much less share a bed

"love you."

it’s barely audible but it leaves you nonetheless, not expecting a reply in return but you get one anyways from a sleepy yet overwhelmingly-content jungkook

"i love you the most."

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