#I would've made a mini masterlist but I'm on my phone now

[sempersirens]

a bird in your teeth, III

masterlist

summary: joel deals with the aftermath of a traumatic experience

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni, neighbour!joel, age gap: reader is early-mid 20s, joel early 30s. no break-out. reference to past SA, trauma, nightmares, general symptoms of PTSD. eventual smut

a/n: hello lovelies! slightly longer part ahead. i've decided to make the next part the final installment of this mini-series, i wanted to explore some more intimate aspects between joel and reader that didn't quite fit here. i hope you enjoy! <3

word count: 3.5k

The sweet chirping of birdsong felt like Mother Nature was playing a cruel joke on you as you stood on the side of the street, arms hugged tightly around yourself. You felt as though the birds were laughing down at you, cackling at your wretched state, sharing an inside joke at your expense. As dawn drew in, her rosy fingers pulled at the remnants of the night's sky. The beauty of the orange and pink hues was wasted on you. To you, it served as a reminder that even as a new day rolled in, the memories swarming your mind wouldn't fade quite as swiftly.

When Joel's truck came hurtling towards you, all notion of time had faded away. You couldn't tell if seconds, hours, or even days had passed since you had lowered your phone from your face. Fifty dawns and dusks could've gone by for all you cared.

The heat from your pumping heart manifested into a blush that crept up your cheeks, and the consequence of your damsel-in-distress phone call settled in your gut.

Joel was here. You had called him, and he had come.

"What happened?" His expression was stern, hair disheveled, and flannel shirt almost comically misbuttoned. You would've laughed if you could remember how.

He grazed your bloody lip with this thumb.

"Sweetheart, what happened?"

"This was a mistake..." You became aware of his hands now on your arms. "Please, don't touch me."

The words tumbling out of your mouth must've sounded as limp and pathetic as you felt. Joel's eyes softened into confusion, and then concern. You didn't have the energy to pull away, but you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye anymore. You feared his gaze would open every locked door inside of you and allow the mess to collapse onto him.

He said your name, softly, removing you from his grip and opening the passenger door.

"Let me take you home."

As you had done all night, you silently obliged. Joel guided you into the truck, his hand hovering over the crown of your head. He closed the door gently and made his way into the driver's seat, starting the ignition in silence. Was he angry? You couldn't work it out. His knuckles were wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel they had turned white.

"Joel, please don't be angry with me."

"I'm not angry. I'm taking you back to my place, gonna get you cleaned up, and then when you're ready..."

"Is Sarah okay?" You interrupted.

"Sound asleep. I gotta take her to school in a coupl'a hours, but I'll come straight back to you."

This wasn't right. You shook your head in soft defiance, staring at your lap where your hands sat, fingers interlocked. As you thought of all the trouble you had caused him, you noticed your thumbnails digging into your hands so sharply that you had drawn blood. You turned your palms shakily onto your bare thighs to hide the fresh droplets.

"Honey, where are your shoes?"

Joel's soft inquiry snapped you out of your trance; you hadn't even realized you'd left those fucking cowboy boots on the bedroom floor in your rush out of the front door.

"I left them... I-I didn't think to..." Your breathing became erratic again, chest heaving with each rise and fall feeling like a weight was crushing into your ribcage.

"Hey, hey hey. Breathe. You're with me. You're safe with me, you know that." He reached across your lap and squeezed your still interlocked hands, filling his lungs with air and then exhaling slowly through his mouth like he was a midwife guiding you through childbirth.

You copied his rhythmic breaths, focusing on the emerging purple colors now littering the sky. It was cruel for the sky above you to be so warm and inviting.

You wished for an English February; for thick layers of ice coating the ground with black ice hidden underneath. You wanted it to be the cold that had caused your muscles to freeze, or the harshness of a dry wind to be clawing down your throat. You wished you could blame the weather for the way your body was reacting.

Of all people, you didn't want Joel to see you as weak. You internally reprimanded yourself for pulling him out of his home, away from his daughter to come and save you. Your body and soul had never taken to relying on others easily. Who had you become? You were supposed to be strong. You moved across the world all by yourself, for god's sake.

"What's goin' on in that head of yours?"

"Everything."

The remainder of the journey was silent.

Joel pulled into his driveway, soon exiting the truck and jogging to your side to help you out.

"Easy, darlin'."

He carried your handbag on one arm and looped the other to support your waist. With his free hand, he unlocked the door and closed it quietly behind him.

"Sarah's not gonna be up for another couple hours, you go make yourself comfortable in my bedroom, I'll bring everything y'need."

You gave him a pathetic nod before traipsing up the stairs you had watched Sarah scurrying up only six hours ago. Despite your years of friendship with the Millers, you had never actually gone into Joel's bedroom. You had snuck a peek or two inside whenever the door was left ajar if you passed on your way to the bathroom, but had never set foot inside.

His bedsheets were haphazardly thrown back, half dangling onto the carpeted floor. The fan on his dresser was still humming, sending ripples through his pillowcases. You were reluctant to make yourself at home as he had instructed, so perched on the edge of his bed eyeing the posters dotted on his walls. His bedroom looked like it hadn't changed since his 20s, reminding you of how young he must've been when he started a new life to bring up Sarah in a home he could call his own.

Joel appeared at the door, shutting it softly behind him. He was balancing a steaming mug and a first aid kit in one hand, and some pillows from the sofa under his other arm. He set the mug down on the nightstand beside his bed. Tears swelled in the corner of your eyes at what you recognized as the Yorkshire Tea he kept stocked in the cupboard, especially for you.

"Want you to sit back and get real comfy, alright?"

"Okay."

You hesitantly lifted your legs to rest on the bed, shuffling backward towards the headboard. Joel set the first aid kit at the foot of the bed and leaned over to place the pillows behind your back.

"That okay?"

You nodded your head without looking directly at him.

Wordlessly, Joel walked around to the other side of the bed, setting himself down with a barely audible groan. He brought the first aid kit into his lap and started sifting through the contents.

"You mind if I take a look at your lip?"

"No. I mean - that's fine."

You parted your lips slightly, Joel's fingers lifting your chin up towards him.

"Washed m'hands, promise."

He pulled your bottom lip down to inspect the wound, cleaning the now-dried blood from your chin. The silence in his bedroom made his touch even more intense. You'd felt his hand on your waist, or accidentally brush past your bare skin now and then, but this... You had never been touched by anybody like this before. His eyebrows were furrowed tightly as he put all of his focus into handling you with care.

You had been with your fair share of guys before; boyfriends, one-night-stands, whatever. But the way you felt under Joel's gaze in this moment, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger, made you feel like nobody had ever truly touched you before. Like you were brand new. It made you want to sob. You had to start regulating your breathing again to prevent your lip from wobbling, shattering your impenetrable exterior.

"M'I hurtin' you?"

Finding courage hidden somewhere deep inside of you, you leveled your gaze with his. This close to his face, you could've sworn you saw his pupils dilate.

"No. It's fine, thank you."

"You're doin' so well, honey. Keep breathin' for me." He moved his thumb to stroke your jaw as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, Joel."

"Don't say that. This ain't your fault."

"How can you say that? You don't even know what happened."

"Don't need to. But, I'd be grateful if you'd be so kind as t'fill me in."

You sucked a breath in and brought your knees up to your chest. The birds outside the window began mocking you with their song again.

"You get in a fight? W'that friend of yours who picked you up earlier?"

Oh god. He really had no clue.

"No, nothing like that."

"Somethin' while you were out? Sweetheart, someone had t'have busted your lip like that?"

"I said no."

"So what, you don't remember? You taken somethin'? You're scarin' me, darlin'."

He was pleading. It was dripping all over his face, this deep despair searching your features for the answers your voice couldn't quite give him.

"No, I do. I mean- I said it, I said no. To a guy. O-one second I was falling asleep and then... he was just there, Joel. He appeared out of nowhere. I thought he had gone home. And I was saying no but he was all over me. He was everywhere."

Hot tears were streaming down your cheeks, a dichotomy of relief and anguish flooding through your veins so intensely that any hope of maintaining a stoic facade had long washed away.

You didn't make a sound as you sobbed. Your entire body jerked with each breath, snot ungraciously dripping onto your upper lip. It didn't matter. Joel wrapped you into him without hesitation, your face nestled against his shoulder. He rocked you in his arms, back and forth, back and forth. Your sobs intensified into his t-shirt, eyes squeezed shut. You could feel the tears clinging onto the material, but all he did was hold you tighter.

"Oh, baby girl. It's okay, I got you. I got you now."

"I'm so sorry, Joel." You choked the words out.

"Don't you dare apologize. You let everythin' go. Give all that hurt t'me. I'll take it for you."

Joel pulled you into his lap, your legs collapsed underneath you. He placed a hand on either side of your face, holding you inches away from his own. He had never seen you like this. It shattered his damn heart. He had to keep blinking to fend off his own tears.

“You did the right thing, callin’ me.”

Every inch of him wanted to go back in time to you lingering in the doorway and ask you to stay the night. Hell, he would've gone back to that first time he saw you and taken you in his arms like a sailor returning home from years at sea. The only reason he'd even had the courage to turn up at your front door, mumbling something about burgers, was because Sarah had caught him peeking at you through the curtains for the first few days of you moving in. If you like her so much, why don't you ask her on a date? She had asked so innocently. But she was right; it was that simple. He fired up the grill before straightening himself up and jogging across the street. A Glenn Campbell record had been echoing through your house, something he found even more endearing when he was struck by that accent of yours.

He wanted to tell you that the reason none of his first dates made it to a second was because none of them were you. He was setting these poor women up to fail; how could they ever compete with you?

But right now, you were here. Safe in his arms. He was going to do everything in his power to bring that light back into your eyes.

An hour or so passed like that. You pressed against his chest, falling in and out of a dreamless sleep, Joel's fingers grazing soothing patterns on your arm.

The sound of Sarah's bedroom door closing jolted you awake.

"Ssh, it's okay. S'just Sarah getting ready t'head out. Gimme a minute to go say good mornin'."

You nodded in response, mustering a small smile.

You felt tiny alone in his bed, the absence of his body leaving you feeling hollow. You pulled the covers up to your chin and drew you knees up to your chest, dreading to think what Joel would tell Sarah. She called me in the middle of the damn night, what was I s'posed to do? Maybe she'll get the hint and leave. Imagined narratives swarmed your mind.

Why was it so hard for you to accept his help?

"Oh my god," you gasped, sitting up. "Daisy."

In your state, you had left her there all alone. Mark seemed like a nice enough guy, but didn't they all?

You reached for your handbag hanging off of Joel's door handle and searched for your phone.

14 missed calls. You tapped your foot against the floor anxiously as the dialing tone sounded.

"Moooornin' Ms. Cocktease. How's ya head?" She chirped, the relief that engulfed you allowed your body to slack back onto the bed.

"I am so glad to hear your voice." You breathed.

"That's romantic. You gonna tell me what had you scurrying off in such a hurry at 3am? Y'left your damn boots behind."

"I was... really worried about missing my 9am. It's with my thesis supervisor."

"Sweetheart, a love you but you gotta learn to relax once in a while. Let off some steam! Unclench your jaw, woman."

"I know, I know. I'll work on it."

"How'd you get home, anyway?"

"Oh, um. I called a cab."

"I feel like you're lyin', and I intend to find out what's goin' on. I swear to god if you're fuckin' that old man I'm not gonna know whether to be proud or-"

"Listen, babe, I'm glad you had a good night. Give me all the gritty details over coffee tomorrow?"

"Oh fine. Enjoy your meeting."

The line disconnected as Joel re-entered the room.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm gonna drop Sarah to school, but I'll be right back. Need me to pick you anythin' up from your place?"

"No, that's okay. I should get out of your hair-"

"I'll be right back."

He walked over and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

---

Joel couldn't concentrate for the entire drive back to his place. He had to pass the street he had picked you up from hours prior to get to and from Sarah's school. The image of you standing there so broken, now knowing exactly why, filled him with grief for the version of you he knew and adored. He wished he had known there and then what you had endured. He knew how strong and capable you were of looking after yourself, so he had to fight every urge to raid each block of flats along the street to find the guy who had done this to you.

He flexed his knuckles back and forth over the steering wheel, forcing himself to go straight home. Back to you. However you decided to deal with this, whether it be today or in five years' time, he would be behind you.

What he would do to find that pathetic excuse for a man, that boy, and slowly take each finger off that he had dared to touch you with. He would make him hurt in ways he didn't even know he could feel pain.

Joel's mind flicked back to the image of you breaking down in his arms and he sucked a breath in to steady himself. He wished he could take all of your pain away and alter the course of the last six hours to have you waking up in his arms unscathed.

He returned home to find you curled up asleep in his bed sheets. He crept under the cover next to you, about to pull you back into his arms when you started thrashing your arms and legs.

"No, stop!" You murmured, still fast asleep.

"Sweetheart, it's me. Hey, hey, hey. It's me. It's Joel." He spoke, holding your face between his hands to try to coax you out of your nightmare.

"Wake up, darlin'. You gotta wake up. It's me, you're safe."

Your eyes finally widened, consumed with fear and confusion. You searched your surroundings and backed away from Joel's grip, still calculating where you were and what the threat was.

"You're okay. Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby."

"Joel... I'm sorry, I-"

"Stop apologizing, I'm sorry. I didn't mean t'scare you, honey."

You sat in silence for a few minutes, slowing your breathing back down and ridding the sound of blood pumping in your ears.

"Do you mind if I have a bath, please?"

"Anything. I'll run you one now. Sarah has some o'that fancy girl soap if you want?"

You smiled softly.

"Sure, that sounds nice. Thank you, Joel."

Before heading to the bathroom, he placed a small kiss on your forehead, lingering with his lips on your skin for longer than he had before. Your eyes fluttered closed as you listened to his footsteps out of the bedroom.

Part of you was desperate to scrub away Elijah's touch until your skin was raw. But, another part of you didn't want Joel's smell to fade from you. In his arms his scent had consumed you, replacing the smell of your laundry detergent with his.

You squeezed your eyes tightly and shook your head.

Stop this. You're projecting onto him. He's looking out for you out of the kindness of his heart and you're taking advantage of it.

You tried to distract yourself from the fixating on the feeling of Joel's lips against your skin by shedding last night's clothes and replacing them with his dressing gown. Which of course also stunk of him. Great.

"S'ready." He called.

Catching sight of you in his dressing gown, Joel had to remind himself to close his mouth.

"Suits you." He smiled.

The bathwater was obscenely pink, bubbles almost escaping over the side of the tub.

Joel stood uneasily as you smiled at the domesticity of the scene.

"I'll give ya some privacy. Make myself busy downstairs. You just holler if y'need me, alright?"

"Joel, wait. Would you... it's stupid."

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Would you sit with me? I really don't want to be alone."

Joel’s response came so quickly you didn’t even have time to feel bad for being so forward.

"Of course I will. You get yourself comfortable, I'll wait outside the door."

You discarded his dressing gown onto the floor, sinking into the warm tub. You ran some more hot water, feeling unsatisfied until the water was hot enough to leave your skin red wherever it touched.

"Come in." You called, your torso submerged underneath the bubbles with just your collarbones and toes poking out of the pink waters.

Under any other circumstance, he would've dropped to his knees by the side of the tub and told you that he had never seen someone look so perfect before. Your flushed cheeks and hair bundled behind your head against the tiles made Joel feel like he was staring at an oil painting in a gallery.

He adored you. Fuck it, he was in love with you. From the very beginning.

Joel lowered himself onto the closed toilet seat, arms resting on his knees.

"Temperature okay?" Was all he could muster.

"I added a bit more hot, I hope that's okay."

"You women and your damn hot water." He teased. "S'absolutely fine, honey."

Neither of you spoke for a little while, you rested your head back and soaked in Joel's protective presence.

"Can I ask you somethin'?"

"Of course, Joel."

"Did he..."

"No. It's funny actually, he couldn't get it up." You said dryly.

"But he tried?"

"Yeah, he tried."

"I'll kill him."

Joel's protectiveness overwhelmed you, feeling for the first time in your life that you had someone unconditionally in your corner. You lifted your arms from the water to cover your face in embarrassment, revealing finger-shaped bruises that had formed on both of your upper arms.

"Fuck," he breathed when he caught sight of the way you had been mistreated.

He knelt down beside the bathtub, gently pulling your hands away from your face.

"What can I do, honey?" He searched your face for an answer. "Tell me how to take all this away for you."

"Joel, you've done so much already. More than I could ever ask from you."

"I just wanna fix it."

By nature, Joel was a fixer. He patched up Sarah's knees and elbows after soccer games. He bailed Tommy out of jail more times than he would admit. Hell, he even fixed things for work. It was what he did.

"I want you to take me back there." You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you had been holding. "To the apartment. I need to go back."

"Y'sure that's a good idea?"

"I am. But I need to go in alone. I just want to know you'll be waiting outside for me if I need you."

"Sweetheart, I'll always come when you call."

[kuni-is-daddy]

imagine scaramouche being ghostface, him killing each and one of your friends and family untill it's just the two of you alone. After you found out that he's been the one killing your friends and family, you could never forgive him or love him again. Until one night after he was done killing someone he comes through your window, covered in blood and everything, you being scared that he's gonna kill you next but he doesn't instead he's like "I did all this for you my love." And it goes to smut, your body and clothes being covered in blood from whenever he would touch you with his bloody hands. (I got the idea from what I'm writing of ghostface scaramouche but I haven't really been writing it much😭 and sorry if it doesn't make sense)

NO KAMI, THE PRODIGAL: "LACRIMOSA"

Yandere/Killer Scaramouche X GN READER

TW: k!lling

SCARA'S KILLIN BUDDY IS CHILDE/TARTAGLIA.

PURE ANGST. 1.2k WORDS

Scara masterlist!

--MINORS DNI---

Yandere scaramouche who gives you a necklace before he leaves for sumeru that you should NEVER take off, that was made by his friend sandrone. Whenever you'd open the pendant, it was a picture of the two of you on your first date and would play a little tune of the song he made for you. "Na..zou...Na....Gah...Sah....lehh...Vall...Esss."

Yandere scaramouche who gave that To SPY on you through the mini recorder inside of it that would work as long as the necklace was tied around your neck, Once untied it would have to be re-tied to activate and connect to his phone during missions in sumeru. The necklace was waterproof- fireproof. Just so many 'proofs' that hearing him babble on about it made you sick You reassured him you'd never take it off.

Yandere scaramouche who would Listen in on his phone as your friends tried to convince you to dump him "No offense y/n but this "scaramooke" you corrected them "scaramouche." "yeah. He sounds like a bozo. Your too pretty to be waiting for like what now? a year for some man that never came back for you." The others joined in "yeah look at his goofy ass hair and how short he is. Like a midget. Bet his dick Small af" "Honestly if he really loved you, he would've kept his word and stayed with you, here in inazuma." How about when he comes back. We say something happened to you, that everyone he loved died to make him regret it all." "He's probably more concerned with his mom being on his ass 24/7 instead of staying for you.

Yandere scaramouche who's heart breaks realizing their is no connection to the necklace, symbolizing you took it off. Hesitantly you did and gave it to your best friend, but you felt worried. You made a promise to never take it off, but its been so long. surely he wouldn't mind if you did once? You handed it to your friend with a sigh of relief. "See y/n you need to live a little. Relax... Say, how about we have a party at your house next monday! It'll relax your nerves from this scaradook guy, I know your parents are always worried but they wont mind!" This time, you laughed at the nickname they gave him.

Yandere scaramouche who would spend his time killing hundreds in the abyss with tartaglia as further motivation to kill your friends. Picturing, Envisioning and fetishizing their lifeless bodys. "Next monday, next monday" He repeated over and over in his head

Since he put on a show for tartaglia, Tartaglia willingly offered to pair up for missions in exchange for him to go to inazuma in time for the party.

"Hey scara.." "What do you want?" "Are you going to hurt y/n?" 'Why the fuck would you even assume that? Actually, why is it even your buisness?" "Because ive seen you kill scara. I know how you are even if you dont admit it. You do stupid things when your in the moment, I know that more then anybody in battle. Watch yourself."

Yandere scaramouche who spys on you from a distance, watching you decorate your house for the party. Missing how you'd undress yourself infront of him. How he could rip those clothes off when he was desperate to fuck you after 'his work'

Yandere scaramouche hesitating for the right time to make the move, realizing your not in the house. When suddenly the app he used to stalk you was working 'was y/n wearing the necklace again?' he checked. "AwW buT guYS. I loVeEe ScAwAmouChe. He'LL coME bacCW soON. I dont nEeD A neW boyFriEND" Your best friend said while wearing the necklace. "FUCK you sCARA YOU SUCK. How about wE FIND HER A BOYFRIEND THEN SEND YOU A PIC OF HER GIVING HIM A KISS. HE'S MUCH BETTER THAN Y-

Yandere scaramouche who busts open and closes the door. Going on a rampage killing all your friends. Bashing heads against the wall. Stabbing and punching. Your best friend reaches for their phone to call 9/11 but gets stabbed in the leg and trembles to the ground.

Yandere scaramouche who is in a high from the mass killing he just did. watching the blood drip all over his body. He hears the doorbell ring and the lock on the door starting to turn. He rushes to the door and stabs the first people he see's...which ends up being your parents. He didnt even mean to kill your parents but he's too far gone now and stacks up the bodys in your bathroom. He picks up your best friends body, Looks at the necklace then repeats what they said. "if he really loved you, he would've kept his word and stayed with you." "I am here now..For my love."

Yandere scaramouche who'd hide behind the door waiting for you to come, Pushing you down to the floor after you shut the door to see your EX-S/o Covered in blood and your best friend dead on the ground, crying and kicking at scaramouche to let you go and that its over while muttering nonsense. "Over? Y/n I did this for you my love. Did you hear how they talked about us?" "B-BUT IT WAS TRUE SCARA. Y-YOU DIDNT EVEN OFFER TO COME BACK FOR ME." "Y/n.." He sighed "I tried telling you. It was complicated. You said you loved me forever baby. what was 1 little year away from you going to change? I still love you as you can see." "Scara your delusional..Let me go.." "You have alot of nerve talking to me like this y/n. After all ive done for you. But look at you baby, Like a fine painting covered in your best friends blood. Give me a kiss."

Yandere scaramouche who pulls you into a kiss but you elbow him in his face then kick him off of you, Stumbling over blood and clothes on the floor while running out of the door. You tried to run but he was ultimately faster than you. "Y/N, LOVE, PLEASE DONT DO THIS, I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO HURT YOU BABY. COME FUCKING BACK TO ME. Y/N!! I swear..YOU FUCKING HUMANS ARE ALL THE SAME. Y/N!!!!!" it was terrifying. You kept running until you bumped into a tall ginger haired man, thinking he was an inazuman local you ranted off. "P-PLEASE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME. MY S/O- I-I MEAN SCARAMOUCHE YOU KNOW HIM RIGHT? SHORT MAN, HE- HE KILLED MY FRIENDS AND-" Little did you know it was childe you bumped into.

Who's last words you heard we're "sorry" before everything turned black.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hey! So if you're writing ghostbusters things right now (apologies if you arent, my Tumblr is acting up and it's not letting me see some of the fonts its just squares 😑) anyway I would love to request a podcast x reader of you're up for that because the dude does not get enough love 😔😔

I was thinking like the reader was childhood friends (mayyybeee first crushes?) but the reader moved to NYC and is now a regular at rays occult and now meets the reader again? What do we think?

Anyway hope you write this and have a GREAT day/night 😊

it's okay!! my requests r open as long as my mailbox is available haha, can't rlly stop ppl from requesting if it's still up so yeah dw ; but yeah of course! this actually sounds rlly fun to write lol ; have a good day/night to you too! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy :) ; also since we don't know much about podcast I kinda made some stuff up, I've watched both afterlife and frozen empire at least 3 times each so... hopefully I gathered all the canon podcast lore idk ; also reqs back open! gonna post the rest of the queue then work on anything yall send

PODCAST ; i think we're alone now

summary ; a little childhood best friends/first crushes reunite at rays occult books

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; we don't know a whole lot about podcast so I made some a lot stuff up lol ; also I'm just using Logan's name as podcasts legal name bc idk what else to call him + I just use actor names to fill in names in other movies/shows

track ; i think we're alone now ; tiffany

word count ; 1k

masterlist

Your first crush was silly and dumb, being on your at-the-time best friend, Logan, or Podcast, as he was now mostly known. He always had a fascination for film and commentary, no wonder he had his own podcast.

You'd recently moved to New York, surprisingly, where Podcast also lived these days. You reconnected over social media and found out you'd be living near each other again like the good old days, and decided to meet up once you got comfortable in the new environment. And that's what had happened. You now await his arrival at Ray's Occult Books, where you skim through the bookshelves, reading each spine to see if any title jumped out at you.

The bell above the door jingles, causing you to look up to see who it is again. Him, thankfully.

He scans the store, looking for you. Ray nods his head toward you, leading him right to you.

He smiles as he approaches, stuffing his phone in his jorts pocket. "Hey"

"Hey," you reply, a soft smile pulling on the corners of your lips.

"Uh, how are you?" He asks, clearly struggling to make conversation.

"Good, I like your outfit," you reply, pointing out his colorful collared shirt. Even now, it reflected his curious and extroverted personality.

He glances down at his shirt, having forgotten what he was even wearing, "Oh, thanks! Uh, do you wanna go walk around or something?" He asks, glancing over at Ray, staring you two down at the counter.

"Sure"

You end up strolling around the city, catching up and talking about life until you retrieve to the basement of Ray's Occult Books, where Podcast was currently living for the summer. He already told you how he was supposed to be at summer camp and how he'd been consecutively lying to his mom. You already knew that was pretty in character for him. He wasn't great at fitting in and would've rather stayed with people he knew and his other actual friend, Phoebe.

You let some of the mini marshmallow pufts climb all over you, using you like a giant stool. A few use your arms as little slides. Logan takes a picture, framing your goofy smile while another mini puft jumps off your head and onto your shoulder.

A few slide down your left arm back onto the desk, then use your right hand as an elevator to go again. As you hoist a little group back up to your shoulder, Logan is now recording on his phone, laughing behind the camera.

"They're so cute," You happy-pout, looking at him for a moment.

Oh, how he wanted to pull the Uno reverse card on you with that, but he couldn't. He thought about it far too long, then backed out because he was too scared, but told himself it was just to late.

You look around his room, two of the little pufts sitting on your head like Remy in Ratatouille. You note all the posters and little trinkets and things around the room, making a weak assumption that he just liked collecting little random things.

You notice the orange lava lamp sitting on his bedside table, turned on, and providing an orange glow throughout that corner of the room. It shines off the side of Logan's face, creating an omniscient kind of glow that you can't look away from.

Denying you still had a crush on him would just make this even worse.

He looks back at you after saving the video to his photos and putting it in his Friends and Shenanigans folders, catching you quickly looking away. He raises an eyebrow, seeing your slightly jittery movements as you use your hand as an elevator for the mini pufts again. They don't keep it a secret though, 'oo'ing and 'ah'ing and bouncing on your shoulders and head.

You can feel your face flushing, attempting to hide it by not looking back at him.

The mini pufts land back on the desk, skattering behind the array of glass jars. You look back at him, seeing he's already looking at you. He's close, closer than you remembered, you felt closer to him, really.

You look down at the mini pufts at your feet, wondering if you'd zoned out as they slid you across the floor. You look back up at Logan, giving you that same soft look you were giving him.

Look, what a funny, simple word. There was no other word for that almost hypnotizing gaze shared between the two of you. There was so much tension. So much so that it was killing the mini pufts. They wanted to shove you into each other to just kiss already.

"I think we're alone now," He quietly speaks, glancing down at the desk where the mini pufts had flee'd from.

The beating of your hearts was the only sound as you pressed your hands against his jawline, his hands slinking down to your waist. You press your lips to his for a moment, then again and again before properly pulling away.

He opens his eyes, a grin painting his face. He pecks your lips once more before he knows you'll say that you have to leave.

"I have to go, I think my mom's waiting outside"

"Okay"

He watches as you stumble up the basement stairs, your face flushed. A smile still tugs at his lips, cheeks a light shade of pink.

The mini pufts come out from hiding and cheer him on, then flick the lights off to reveal colorful LED lights and a disco ball. He sighs with a pout, unable to hide the joy behind it.

"Okay, okay, party's over. We have an episode to record"

[multifandomwhore-003]

Famous

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female! OC

Summary: On a rather weird day that the Pogues pick up Kiara from school, they meet one of her friends who just happens to be an influencer from the island that kindly invites them to a party.

Genre(s): Fluff.

Warnings: None!

Gif credits to whom it belongs

Part two on the masterlist! 𓆉︎𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𓆉︎ REQUESTS OPEN, REQUEST HERE THIS IS NOT FREE USE, YOU CANNOT USE MY WORK Reblog if you like

"Dude, there she is," Pope hit John's shoulder.

"Where? Where? Where?" JJ turned around looking everywhere.

"Right there," John B pointed at Kiara that was walking out of the school with another girl.

JJ whistled at the sight of Kiara's friend, "Dude, is that-"

"No way," Pope interrupted him.

"Holy shit," John B gasped.

As their friend got close to the van and said goodbye to the other girl the rest of the boys rushed to pull her into the vehicle.

"Hey! What's going on?" Kiara shrugged her arm out of JJ's grasp.

"Why didn't you tell us you knew Carolina Alexard?" Pope sputtered.

Kiara rolled her eyes annoyed, "Why would I tell you?"

The three boys scoffed.

"Only because she's the hottest chick on the internet," everyone agreed with JJ's statement.

"You're so gross, this is why I didn't tell you," she pointed back and forth at her friends.

"Hey, Kiara!" Carolina ran towards her.

"Hey, what's up?" Kiara smiled at her.

"I'm having this mini pool party tomorrow, my parents are out of town with my uncles and I was wondering if you wanted to come. It's gonna be just my cousins and me because you know, family things," she did a hand manner that made them giggle, "Oh! and your friends can come too, hi I'm Carolina, nice to meet you,"

The boys halted in disbelief, Kiara just sighed with her eyes closed at their stupidity and hit John's chest slightly making him clear his throat.

"Sorry, I'm John B," the boy offered his hand and she took it.

"I'm Pope and this is JJ,"

"Nice to meet you, so will I be expecting you guys tomorrow?"

Kiara shook her head with a slight No while the boys said yes.

"Absolutely," JJ reassured.

"Totally," Pope nodded.

"Good, I'll see you guys tomorrow," she waved at them while she walked away.

"Why would you say no?" Pope asked Kiara as they got into the van.

"Because you guys are disgusting and you'll probably just drool over her all night," Kiara spat.

"Dude, I just breathed the same air as Carolina Alexard!" JJ freaked out while John B laughed at him.

˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Pope looked at his phone.

"Yes! Please tell me you're not lost, " Kiara barked over the phone, annoyed.

"Uh, I think we are, " John tried to find the house.

"Oh, my God you're literally so stupid. I'll call Carolina and tell her to pick you up, bye, " and before the boys responded Kiara hung up.

"Great, now she's gonna think we're idiots, " JJ complained.

"Well, speak for yourself, you're the idiot, " Pope pointed at him.

JJ smiled with irony.

˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙

"Did you send her the right location?" Pope asked John.

"Yes, I did, don't worry she'll be here," John tried to calm his friend.

"Dude, she bailed us," JJ declared.

"Shut up!" John and Pope yelled at him at the same time.

And then, the car engine was heard, "Hey boys!" Carolina got out of the car, "You lost? Such good looking boys shouldn't be wandering around, "

JJ looked at the girl's bikini, red, tight, and small.

"JJ thought you would bail on us," Pope pointed at the blonde boy.

Carolina just scoffed offended, "I would never do that, "

"I know, right?" John agreed with her.

"In my defense, we're strangers and it made sense that you wouldn't want us in your party," JJ clarified while he got into the co-pilot seat.

"But you're friends with Kie, I would never leave you here," Carolina sat next to him and inserted the key, "Honestly, if you would've wanted me to pick you up, I would, "

"Aw, that's really nice, thank you," John placed his hand on his chest.

"You're very much welcome," Carolina smiled as the engine started, "We're actually pretty close, "she turned.

"So, how many people are gonna be there?" Pope asked.

"Well, let's see," Carolina thought, "We have my cousin Becky and her boyfriend, Manolo, Vanessa, and Annecy, " she counted with her fingers, "and us, "

"Oh, really? Thought kooks parties were bigger," JJ looked at her in disbelief.

Carolina rolled her eyes, "Ok, first things first, yesterday I made very clear that it was going to be a mini pool party; and second, I have never referred to you as Pogues, so I would appreciate if you didn't refer to me or my family as kooks, got it?"

The boys nodded.

"Idiot," John hit JJ's shoulder.

˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙

"Oh come on, pick dare!" Becky yelled at Pope.

"No, uh uh, not happening," the boy took a sip of his beer.

"Dare! Dare! Dare! Dare!" the rest of the group began to cheer.

"Alright, alright," Pope finally gave up.

"I dare you to..." Becky trailed off while thinking, then her sight stopped at Annecy who refused to play and instead decided to sit at the edge of the pool. "I dare you to push Annecy into the pool,"

Everyone looked at Pope expectant.

"No, dude I just got her number and I won't screw it up by doing that," Pope pointed at the blonde girl with his hand.

"Then kiss her," Carolina suggested.

The teenagers murmured a little ooh. Pope couldn't answer.

"Go for it bro," John B tried to encourage his friend, "You have nothing to lose, besides, you guys have been talking all night and it's the first time in my life I've seen a girl genuinely interested in everything you said to her,"

"True, Annecy is the quiet type of girl and she only stopped talking the minute you left her alone," Vanessa ate the last chip of the bowl.

"See? Even her cousins know it's a good idea," JJ insisted.

"Guys, we're officially out of snacks," Annecy entered into the living room, "Who's gonna go?"

"I'll go," Carolina got up.

"You can't go alone," Annecy crossed her arms.

"Where's Manolo?" Carolina grabbed her house keys.

"He went to get some more beers,"

"Fine, I'll go with um..." Carolina looked at the boys, "Blondie, he'll do," the girl pointed at JJ the boy pointed at himself confused, "No, I said blondie and meant John B who's clearly too busy putting his arm around Vanessa, yes you!"

The brunette boy quickly separated from the girl. JJ got up and walked with the girl in the red bikini to the door.

"Shit!" Carolina realized her car was missing, "Fuck you Manolo," she whispered, "Do you care if we get there walking?"

"No, it's okay," The blonde boy smiled.

They started to move across the sidewalk in silence, Carolina started to play with her keys spinning them around her finger while she admired the beautiful darkness and the few stars shining in the sky, she felt lucky to live on the island; she had a nice life, a nice house and although she was famous she never really cared for that, she appreciated having a some-how simple life and people who supported her on that, her fans. Ah, her beautiful and amazing fans who are there for her in every situation she has to go through, criticism, hate, and of course polemic; although she tried to stay out of it, there were times where she felt the need to speak about a situation.

The keys slipped out of her hand and they flew to JJ's face, making her come back to reality.

"Oh, my god I'm so sorry," she was holding her laughter.

"It's okay," The boy giggled while picking them from the ground.

"I'm such an idiot, I didn't mean to do that," she laughed while receiving them.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, really," JJ smirked at her.

She tried to find a place to put them but a red and tight bikini didn't have any pockets.

"I can hold them for you if you want," JJ suggested, Carolina nodded and so the boy placed them on his left side.

They were still far from getting to the store since they were taking their time to get there.

"We should talk about something," Carolina was getting bored of the silence.

"What do you want to talk about?" JJ saw her.

"I don't know, anything,"

"Ok," JJ tried to figure out what they could possibly start a conversation, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, although I'm kind of getting the idea of where this conversation is going,"

"How do you feel-"

"About being famous?" Carolina finished the question, "Well, I don't know, I don't think I consider myself famous or anything I just got millions of people who follow me, that's it," the girl answered with simplicity.

"That's exactly what being famous is,"

"Look, I just don't like the word, ok? I don't want people to think I'm rude, or anything like that," she explained.

"Well, that's on them, because you're a very sweet person," JJ quickly responded.

"Thanks," the girl smirked, "That's the first time I've ever heard that from a stranger,"

"Really?" JJ couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, it's usually either I thought you were different or You're not what I expected for you to be, I don't know why people have this very weird and mean perspective of me,"

"Probably because they thought fame affected you, which is totally not the case," JJ did a gesture with his hand.

"Yeah, maybe," Carolina tilted her head.

"Can I continue asking you anything, or will I sound like a clingy paparazzi?" JJ joked.

"No, it's okay, you can ask,"

"How do you feel about your personal life being constantly questioned or exposed?" JJ was authentically intrigued by the girl.

"I hate it, I won't even try to hide it, I really fucking hate it. You have no idea how many people have rejected me the minute they find out who I am," she sighed, "It's like, I can't even go on a date you know? or kiss someone because the internet will attack them, and it's really frustrating,"

"I can't even imagine it,"

"Yeah," she scoffed sadly, "Look, we're here," Carolina pointed at the store.

˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙

"Oh, thank god you're here we were starving," Becky ran towards the door as they arrived and she snatched the bag of chips out of their hands.

"By the way, It's your turn on truth and dare," John pointed at Carolina.

"Really? I figured you guys already finished," she placed the rest of the bags on the counter.

"Well, you're the last one and then we'll probably get out to the pool again," Manolo opened another beer.

"Ok, dare," the girl grabbed a glass bottle out of the fridge and then opened it.

"I dare you to kiss JJ," Pope was taking revenge since he had to kiss Annecy.

[shra-vasti]

MAKES ME WONDER [3/40] The Date

→ Synopsis : Your dream to attend a Seventeen concert was finally coming true but you weren't prepared for the events that were going to follow after Joshua made eye contact with you and chose to make you his partner for the mini game and take you out on a date as a winning prize.

→ Genre : fluff

→ Type : Idol x fan au

→ Word count : 1.3k

→ Taglist : @mngyuheart @vannie24 @uglyratlmao @rjsmochii @dwcljh @noniesgirl (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist)

→ Pairing : idol!Joshua x fan!reader

→ Main Seventeen Masterlist

→ Makes Me Wonder Masterlist

"This concert was the wild one isn't it? The girls around us kept on murmuring how lucky you had got to get noticed by Joshua twice and share a stage with him and now date."

"Believe me when I say I feel like this is some sort of dream."

You were laying on your bed beside Miu who kept saying the same thing ever since you got back from the concert. It was a fun experience, they carried on with the concert after, giving you the required information about tomorrow's date with Joshua, and everyone just left after the concert ended.

"Did you talk with Joshua when you were practicing, what did you talk about?"

You stared dreamily at the ceiling, your thoughts running back when you were with Joshua, two years ago you would have laughed at you if you decided to tell her that she'll share a stage with Joshua of Seventeen.

"Nothing much, he just told me he was worried about me since I kind of froze when he approached me to give the flower and after that there wasn't much said, just about the choreography and so on."

Miu huffed as if feeling disappointed.

"Could've complimented you or something and then asked for your number, that would have been perfect."

You looked at her with a bored expression on your face, smacking her forehead which made her yelp in pain.

"I'm just his fan, Miu, he just did a fan service, plus he did compliment me for my dancing skills if that counts."

"Well what can I say I take pride in your dancing."

You laughed nodding your head at her words, she was more cocky about your dancing than you have ever been and you were glad to have a supportive friend like her.

"Come one let's sleep, I have to get up early to prepare myself for the unexpected date that I have tomorrow."

▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️

The concert tired you out, you were fast asleep but your friend wasn't as she kept on poking you to wake up since it was morning already.

You were dreaming about sunsets and birds when suddenly there was a large tsunami which took you with it, making you get up from your sleep in shock.

"Hwang Miu what the hell?"

You looked down at yourself to see you were drenched in water and a panic stricken Miu looking at you while holding an empty, big jar of water.

"You weren't waking up, I needed to do this otherwise you would've been late."

"What are you talking about? I don't have anywhere-...holy sizzles."

You got up from your bed hurriedly making a run towards your mobile to see the time.

"Yah, it's okay 9 am and I have to be there at 1 pm."

You glared at your friend, tucking your wet hairs away from your face as you made your way towards her.

"You will get ready and do breakfast and other things it will take about 2 hours and then you will have 1 hour to get ready since going to the location where your date is will require another 1 hour of drive Miss."

Your shoulder slumped just thinking about the things you have to do but you had Miu by your side as you felt yourself getting pushed towards the bathroom door to get ready for the big day.

"I've done everything, now tell me what should I wear?"

You looked at the options given by Miu after you asked her.

"I'm going on a date with the gentleman Joshua not in the club with bad boy Joshua you always read about."

You scolded her as you picked up the short and tight black dress she gave you to wear immediately cringing at the sight of it, you couldn't imagine wearing that and going around with him.

You shook your head before going towards your closest to see if you have something better to wear and after trying countless of different outfits you took at your final outfit, sighing in relief and being completely satisfied with it you wore your shoes before giving Miu a goodbye hug you made a run towards the cab you booked.

You were nervous about the whole thing and you just prayed that the antis or the sasaeng fans wouldn't attack you after it.

You were told that the date with Joshua would be filmed and will be inserted in their concert documentary for the fans to see a different side of Joshua they never saw and that made you more nervous that you would be surrounded by cameras.

When you reached the location you were greeted by the crew members who led you where Joshua was supposed to be and you felt your heartbeat more rapidly realizing that you would be meeting him again soon.

He turned around from where he was talking with someone inside the room to look at you, his eyes and smile widening at the sight of you as he made his way towards you.

"You look beautiful today…..I mean you looked beautiful yesterday too but you look exceptionally beautiful today and I'm not kidding."

You could feel blood rush onto your cheeks as you mumbled to him a short thankyou unbeknownst that he too was trying his best to not show how nervous yet happy your presence was making him feel.

"You look great yourself."

He smiled biting his lips to prevent himself from smiling too much, you were his fan but he wasn't supposed to show you much emotion aside from generally being nice as he was.

"Thank you very much, let's go and meet the cameraman to ask him for the instructions beforehand."

"Please lead the way."

It felt so awkward talking to him with such formalities whereas you would just talk casually with each of the members in your dreams.

His laugh resonated making you look up at his face in confusion which wasn't a good idea since you felt your cheeks hot once again.

"You don't have to be so formal with me y/n, just be causal, I would love if you will be comfortable with me and don't be nervous and get overwhelmed by the cameras, if you will feel like it's getting too much you could always signal me and I'll ask the cameraman few minutes of break for you to calm down okay?"

You nodded at his words feeling a sense of relief that he was being considerate enough to look out for your comfort too.

Both of you reached towards the cameraman and waited as he talked with Seventeen's manager on the phone.

"You aren't being monitored by your manager?"

You asked him when you noticed there were just cameramen and few of the crew members.

"No, manager hyung decided it would be better for him to stay with the other twelve members and he trusted me enough to let me go alone, the members can be handful at times so he needed to be with them more along with other manager hyungs."

You nodded at his information, you knew how chaotic the members could be so it was better for them to be with the members rather than Joshua.

"Hello to both of you."

You turned towards the cameraman coming in your direction and greeted him back.

"I'll give you some instructions for the date, it's nothing much really but just heads up."

You both nodded at him, letting him continue.

"You guys will go to a cafe nearby but before we do it we will re-shoot the scene where y/n enters and you see her, Joshua compliment her a bit and have a light conversation before making your way towards the cafeteria downtown, we will shoot your first meeting near the said Cafe so you don't have to walk much."

You nodded as you hoped Joshua would handle the situation well as you felt yourself shitting your pants already.

"After entering the cafe, sit down and order whatever you want and just talk freely, it isn't scripted that much so feel free to talk about your favourite things or about Joshua's and Seventeen's life, after the scenes with the café is finished shooting we'll tell you what else you have to do for your date after that."

"Is that fine? You got it?"

"Yes, we did."