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GAVI BF HEADCANONS!
based on this request
a/n: i think it's accurate to his personality, tried to fit everything i could think of. hope yall like it! đŤśđť
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi is terrible at hiding his emotions. If heâs mad about something, heâll sulk for exactly five minutes before bursting out with whateverâs on his mind. But if itâs about you, his frustration softens immediately: âIâm not mad at you, okay? I just⌠I care too much, thatâs all.â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi gets super competitive with you, even over silly things. Whether itâs who can fold the laundry faster or who wins at Mario Kart, heâll take it way too seriously. But if you win, heâll let out a dramatic groan and accuse you of cheatingâbefore pulling you into a playful hug. âFine, youâre better. But only this time.â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi loves spontaneous adventures. If youâre lying around on a lazy Sunday, heâll suddenly grab your hand and say, âGet dressedâweâre going out.â He doesnât always have a plan, but somehow, his impulsive nature makes every outing feel exciting, whether itâs a drive to nowhere or ice cream at midnight.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi hates being apart from you. If he has to leave for a game, heâll call or text you nonstop: âWhat are you doing? Are you eating? Are you thinking about me?â His teammates tease him, but he doesnât care. âShut up, this is important,â heâll say, grinning at his phone.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi is easily flustered by compliments. If you tell him he looks good before a game, heâll try to act cool, but his cheeks will flush immediately. Heâll mumble a quick âGracias, guapa,â then pretend to focus on his laces just to hide how much heâs blushing.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi has no chill when it comes to showing affection. If heâs proud of you, heâll shout it from the rooftops. If he misses you, heâll tell you ten times in one call. âI donât care if Iâm being annoyingâI just love you, okay?â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gaviâs protective instincts kick in everywhere. If youâre out walking and it starts to rain, heâll instantly take off his jacket and throw it over your shoulders, muttering something about ânot letting you get sick.â He acts like itâs no big deal, but heâll grumble if you try to give it back.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi is obsessed with your laugh. Heâll do anything to hear itâbad impressions, dumb jokes, or even tickling you mercilessly. When you tell him to stop, heâll grin mischievously: âNot until you admit my jokes are funny!â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi has a short temper, but youâre his exception. If anyone else frustrates him, heâs quick to snap, but with you, heâll pause, take a breath, and say, âI donât want to argue with you. Letâs figure this out, yeah?â Heâs not perfect, but heâs trying for you.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi always forgets his own stuff but never yours. Heâll leave his keys or wallet behind constantly, but if youâve mentioned needing something, heâll somehow remember and surprise you with it. âYou said you ran out of this, right?â heâll ask casually, secretly proud of himself.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi insists on being your biggest fan. Whether itâs something big like a work presentation or something small like making the perfect coffee, heâll hype you up as if you just won an award: âThatâs my girl! I told you youâre amazing.â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi loves subtle physical touch. Heâll rest his hand on your knee during long car rides, tug gently at your sleeve if he wants your attention, or intertwine his pinky with yours when no oneâs looking. Itâs his way of saying, âIâm here. Always.â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi is a mess when it comes to surprises. Heâll try to plan something cute, like decorating your room or buying you flowers, but heâs so bad at keeping secrets that heâll end up blurting it out before the surprise happens: âOkay, donât be mad, but I have something planned⌠just act surprised, okay?â
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi pretends he doesnât like cheesy romantic movies. But when you make him watch one, he gets way too into it, yelling at the characters or tearing up at emotional scenes. âIâm not cryingâitâs just allergies,â heâll say, avoiding your teasing smirk.
â˝ď¸ bf! Gavi talks about the future without realizing it. Whether itâs casually mentioning how your kids would âdefinitely love footballâ or joking about what kind of house youâd live in, his words always carry that unspoken promise: âIâm not going anywhere.â
#fc barcelona x reader#fcb x reader#footballer x reader#footballer x y/n#pablo gavi x reader#gavi x reader#pablo gavi x you#pablo gavi#hector fort#hector fort x reader#headcanon
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idk why but I had a huge craving to make another welcome home oc smhh, gotta have at least 3 kids to da party
So yeah, hereâs Dusty, the big ol dust bunny lmAO-
They are, of course, a dust bunny- there isnât really much else about him besides that MCNDHD
they are a very chill eepy dude, who never really talks unless itâs in forms of âYupâs and âHmmâs. The smaller he gets, the more the âyupâs turn into âyipâs. Only a few amount of people can translate it.
Their body is uncomfortably soft- like the soft you feel when you accidentally drag your hand across a very dusty shelf. And sure maybe you can lay on his large body, however when highly damaged/split apart, they will turn into dust (literally) in mini clumps in the shape of dust bunnies (totally not inspired by spirited away)
anyway, hope ya like em, probably wonât draw em nearly as much as I draw Robbie (also Robbie would sneeze every time heâs around Dusty JDHFDHDJ)
#Now back to the regularly scheduled program JDHDHHD#Ah yes#i make a dust character while I am severely allergic to dust lmAO#Welcome home#welcome home oc#welcome home oc dusty#Just thinking about it is making my allergies act up#Dusty Bunny
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So close to being finished with my post office training! I just have to do my driver's test next Thursday and I'm officially an assistant rural carrier! Which is step one in becoming a full time employee and receiving those sweet, sweet government job bennies. But also, it's a lot of sorting and shit, and tism go brrrrrrrr with that.
#my only concern thus far is i was told yesterday there's a holler in my area where the people will shoot at you if you use their driveway#and then two other homes where you're likely to get shot at#everyone is acting like dogs are the biggest threat#as if I'm not a certified beast master and haven't had to beat up large dogs for attacking my dogs before#I'll take an aggressive dog over a trigger happy hillbilly any day!#they also warned against bees spiders and wasps as if those are even a problem 90% of the time#it's different if you have allergies#but like. wasps just want to see you're not a threat then they stop getting right in your face.#bees don't sting unless they have to#and spiders be chillin#as far as insects go my concern is wheel bugs and assassin bugs because they can carry parasites that k-o you#they also mentioned being aware of bears. but the bears out here are oversized raccoons and run when you raise your voice.#pretty much all the threats boil down to 'have you been outside before? if yes you'll be fine'#they mentioned that you have to piss in the woods on rural routes and the lady leading the class singled me out as being afraid of that#like. you got me wrong girlie. i actually don't mind pissing in the woods and I've gotten great at it over the years.#i have a sticker on my water bottle that says i love peeing outside. and it's not a lie.#there's more a threat of insects on your taint outside. but it's nicer to look at trees while peeing than a wall.#learning my route will also be a challenge because I'm only working Sundays starting out and I'm not from the area#it's also rural so no phone service if i get stuck or need help#but yeah. i think I'm gonna enjoy being outside for work and making a living wage.#the PO I'm at said they'll hire me full time once I've been there long enough to show that I'm a good employee#and they said their people usually only work about 40 hours/wk instead of the standard of 60 because it's a small area compared to others
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It really is So. Very inconvenient. As a cat owner. To have a cat-based trauma response.
#speculation nation#negative/#animal illness ment/#shes ok i think. i woke up to June yowling That specific tone#bolted out of bed. she threw up and then started acting totally fine again#couldnt see anything off about the puke color-wise. it looked like she'd just eaten some hair and puked it back up.#and it mustve felt unpleasant. and thus. the yowl.#no blood. no suspicious objects. and shes currently darting around chasing tally like normal.#i took her to the vet Last Week and they ran tests and said she's overall healthy. just allergies.#and then she started sneezing but i think she's been sneezing less since ive been making an effort to clean.#changed to non-clumping litter at the vet's insistence so theres no extra dust. swept up all of the floors.#and i think she's sneezing less. i think it's getting better.#so for today's thing. i just need to clean up my room. get things more orderly in There like it is in the living room now.#so she cant find random things on the floor to eat and then throw up about.#i think things will be okay. i think she's okay. she's acting okay. she's been eating just the same as normal.#it's just... that specific tone of a cat's voice. it brings back some really unpleasant memories.#of the end of sammy's life. when he was in so much pain he was just Screaming. and it was 3 am and i was so so alone.#and there was blood in his puke. i dont ever want to have to clean my own cat's blood off the floor again.#june bug's okay but that specific noise she made just sent my mind Running and im just hunched trying to tell myself its ok#at least she's acting totally fine now. i just need to cling to that.#animal death ment/#sorry for the trauma dump lmao i just. needed to vent this somewhere. so onto my tumblr blog it goes lmao
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Literally lying in bed like a Victorian child about to perish from the consumption
#woke up at 6am because the birds were being loud as shit outside my window that iâd forgotten to close#this is also why my allergies are going absolutely haywire i think#apparently iâd slept weird on my pillow (or just not slept enough. since i was still awake at like 12:40) because i have a really bad pain#in the back of my neck. the kind of pain that is sickening#normally iâd put voltarol on it but i JUST washed my hair. i donât want to apply sticky gunk directly to it#so i went hunting through the house for a heat pad#i couldnât find my wheat bag OR the rechargeable thing i use when i get my period so i had to do a hot water bottle#thankfully i had the wherewithal to take my pills while i waited for the kettle to boil#then i went back to bed with the hot water bottle#i havenât been able to get back to sleep and my neck still hurts. i think a bit less bad but it definitely still hurts#i feel so wimpy and rubbish#iâm also about to get my period like any second now. ANY second now. itâs two days late#sidenote i keep getting my period really late and like thereâs fuckall that happens. i donât know if itâs my diet? my exercise routine?#my meds?? i just take citalopram and a prescription antihistamine#and i havenât really changed much about my diet apart from i eat less processed crap now. i eat stuff my ancestors would recognise as food#just literally iâve become an ingredient person instead of a âchuck stuff in the oven and forget about itâ person#and i run thrice a week now. is that enough to make my uterus act weird? đ§#anyway if you need me iâm going to get up because maybe if i have breakfast and take ibuprofen i will feel better#personal
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be still my heart â jjk [one]
the one in which you get a sex dream about the grouchy hockey player you work for.
genre : childhood best friends to frenemies to lovers, physical therapist!reader x hockey player!jungkook, slow burn, smut, fluff, angst
word count : 5.2k
chapter warnings : strong language, mature, slight smut (because im a tease), readerâs name is Destiny, jungkook is a bit grumpy towards her (she makes him nervous leave my boy alone), fat shaming (not by any of the main characters), oc had daddy issues, mentions of allergy. thatâs about it, please let me know if i missed something.
a/n : here it isssssss drumrolls please because im so excited for this. jungkook as a hockey player??? *deep breaths* enjoy my lovely people. youâre so so loved. asks, reblogs and likes are much appreciated. kisses <3
read part two here
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
âBabe, you know you're not going to win right? Don't be wasting your breath.â Bella challenges.
Youâre sitting on the chair in your office going through the personnel file of the players. Verifying their names with their contact numbers and photographs which, youâre not going to lie, look like mugshots. Jeez, does smiling a little bit cost them? Anyways, once youâre done you close the file and look up at your assistant bickering with her boyfriend. Phone pressed against her ear.Â
You mime hanging up the call and she lifts her index finger, indicating for you to wait. She throws in words like hmmm, yeah, you donât know what youâre saying, yeah i love you too. Once sheâs done, she drops the phone on the glass table in front of you and leans back in her chair.Â
âHe thinks I will let him get away with anything just because I love himâ Â
You chuckle, âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âYou know, Iâve been wanting a cat for so long I even made a pinterest board for that. Last Sunday he surprised me with one and when I told him that I lowkey manifested it, he was not having it. I even showed him the mood board and I NEVER show it to anyone. Evil eye is real.â she all but cries out.Â
Thatâs Bella for you. Highly spiritual and a firm believer of the universe. She claims that everything happens for a reason. Sheâs like a little ball of sunshine. Ever since you joined the Ice Dominatorsâ hockey team as a physical therapist, sheâs been assisting you and you couldnât be more thankful seeing the lack of female workers here. Seriously, there's no other female worker here except yourself and Bella which is so diabolical to you.
And itâs not like the men on the hockey team are a bunch of misogynist jerks. On the contrary, they act like theyâve known you for years. It didn't take you long to feel like home here. They are obedient, friendly and pretty nice. Few of them are married with kids while the rest of them remain single. Theyâre not like a bunch of teenagers, they know what theyâre doing.
Except one, whatâs his name? Jeon Jungkook. You would describe that man as crude and closed off to a pathological degree. You still remember when you asked him to come to your office so you can look at any possible previous injuries, he lied to your fucking face. Claiming he doesnât have any when you could clearly see him hobbling sometimes just a tiny bit when he walked away. Years and years of dedication towards your studies have made you capable enough to catch that it is an old injury.
Despite your better judgment, you blamed it on the fact that his team lost the game that day. Poor guy was having a bad day and took it out on you. Big deal.Â
âEarth to Destinyâ Bella waves a hand close to your face and you shake your head as you look at her.
âLeave the poor man aloneâ You plead and then ask, âAny details about the new player? Iâll have to add it in the fileâÂ
âNot yet, as far as I know theyâre still contemplating the guy named Park Jimin or somethingâ
That gets you real quick. Park Jimin. The name feels like acid on your tongue .The last game being unsatisfactorily resulted in the federation trading one of the players. It was cruel but was done for the better. Bound to happen sooner or later. You had expected it but what you had not expected was you both sharing a same room, sharing the same air.
âAlright then. Weâll cross that bridge when itâsââ
Knock, knock
âMiss Kim, sorry to interrupt but the manager is asking for youâ Taehyungâs head pokes through the door.
You stand, picking up the file and sliding it into the tableside drawer, running a free hand over your scrubs. Bella does the same as she plucks her phone from the table and puts it inside her back pocket.
You look at him. âSure Tae, thank you for informingâ
He flashes you a quick, pretty smile before leaving. Bella turns to you with a worried look on her face.
âWhat do you think it is for?â
You bite your lip. âI have no idea. I wanna say it's about the new player but who knows?â
You hope it is and as unfortunate as it is for you to discuss him, you will have to hold your own. You know better than to be invited into the managerâs office. Though, judging by the temperament of him you would not predict anything. Last time when he called you, it was about Jeon Jerk, asking you to be more serious about your job as if it was your fault the man spared you the necessary details.
The asshole asked YOU to do your job better by virtue of HIS player not being sweet enough to listen. Maybe, there is indeed a misogynistic asshole going around and itâs the manager. No wonder women donât volunteer to work for him.
Since, You love your job âgod knows you wanna keep doing itâ you kept quiet and took every jab he threw at you.
âWait, Do I have time to pray? Should I pray?â sheâs clearly panicking and you pat her on the shoulder.
âJust hope my job is still intactâ you say, warily reaching for your purse. You both head out.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
âMiss Kim, have a seatâ James nods at the chair before him.
Once youâre settled, he continues, âI asked for you to join me here regarding the upcoming game. Care to fill in about the status of injury assessment?"
You clear your throat, âAbsolutely, I was planning on getting on that todayâÂ
âWell, I would love for you to do it soon as you know we have a new player in the team with us nowâ
You jerk, leaning forward. âWe do?â
âYes, and if you can please hurry with the assessment I would be grateful. You can do that right? Not too much of a work for you, eh?âÂ
Someone give him a medal from the way he's trying to hide the venom in his voice.
âSure I canâ you give him a firm nod.Â
James Adams is an entitled, self centered asshole who thinks heâs above everyone else just because of his position. You reckon he does anything for the team besides talking bullshit. He kind of reminds you of your dad who also has the nasty habit of thinking the world of himself.
Youâre all about self love but when that self love turns into chronically demeaning everybody in their close proximity, it boils your blood. This man in front of you is no better than your father. What's that saying? Out of the frying pan into the fire.
So you say nothing further and excuse yourself. You would have barfed in his face if you stayed there a second longer. Actually that's not a very bad idea. Bella is standing outside waiting for you as you close the door behind yourself.
âWhat did he say?âÂ
You bark, âBunch of horseshitâÂ
âTypicalâÂ
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JungkookÂ
There is a buzzing noise somewhere around Jungkook. Fuck, his head hurts. He frantically searches for his phone, still not opening his eyes. When he finds it, he slides his thumb on the screen and picks up the call.Â
âDude, how big do you want your coffin to be?â He loves his best friend but right now he would rather be sleeping than listen to him bark in his own ear.Â
He finally squints his eyes open, âWhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
âHave you looked at the time?â says Taehyung.
âWhat time- FUCK!!!â he shrieks as he looks at the clock.
Somebody kill him right now. No wait, heâs gonna die either way so why bother. If he didnât scream loud enough before, he does now. He all but jumps off the bed when he sees the blondie on the other side sleeping like she fucking owns it, wearing nothing but a thong. She must have heard him malfunctioning because soon she stirs, groaning as she slowly wakes up like a Disney princess. Who the heck is she and how did she get in here? Then it comes to him.
âPlease Jungkook just take me to your room and fuck me. Show me what those hockey hands are capable of.âÂ
He wants to swallow a fistful of iron nails. Speaking straight from his shoulders, he has made plenty of bad decisions throughout his career and this is not his first time bringing a puck bunny up to his room but it has never come to this. Missing his hockey practice because he was too exhausted to get his sweet ass up and run to the academy.Â
Taehyung screams from the other side of the line, âAre you there? Hello?âÂ
Shit, he forgot he was on a call.Â
âIâll be there soon. Cover for me until then.â With that he presses the red circular button and ends the call with him muttering some curses.
He glances back at the blondie, âWhy are you not gone yet?âÂ
Sheâs looking at him with those fuck me eyes she had last night but right now when heâs well aware of the fact that heâs in hot water, they donât do shit to him. Coach will have his head on a platter today for sure. Honestly, they wouldnât have done shit to him if it was not for the great deal of alcohol last night.
âI thought of you as a morning sex personâ she twirls a strand of hair with her finger, sitting up now. Her tits hang free and he can see his hickeys decorating her chest.
He wants to laugh. Sheâs not even close to his type. His type is the woman in blue scrubs with her brunette hair slicked back in a ponytail. His type is the woman who looks like she could be watching grass grow rather than to look at him. His type is the woman who walks into a room and lights it up. His type is the woman who is too bright for him and his mundane personality, who has a face worth millions. His type is Kim Destiny.Â
âNo need to waste your precious time thinking about me. You can goâÂ
He places his phone back on the table and saunters over to the bathroom, not bothering looking back at her. He has boundaries and he intends to keep it that way.
He quickly goes through his routine of taking a shower, making a cup of coffee, sliding into a pair of sweatpants and the Ice Dominatorâs jersey with his name on the back. Not in that order, of course.
The girl is thankfully gone by the time he finishes. Once heâs done with his coffee he picks up the car keys and a protein bar from the kitchen counter and heads to the academy hoping his limbs remain intact by the time heâs home.
The Academy is bustling as usual with players keeping themselves busy with hockey and their gym sessions. He heads straight for the rink not even bothering to change into the uniform. He needs to see for himself that everybody is still on the ice. Everything comes after that.
Surprisingly, he sees not a single guy when he reaches there. His heartbeat stops.
âHey Pixie, where are the boys? Did they already leave?â he asks the brunette kid who looks like he just saw a ghost. Or itâs just Jungkook who he saw.
He shakes his head, âTheyâre all in the gym. The doc called them earlier, said she had something important to get done with themâÂ
Jungkook gives him a quick thanks and walks towards the gym. What could be so important that she had to call the boys mid practice? Is someone hurt? Is she hurt? His heart leaps in hid throat as he runs. Fuck, please let him be wrong.
The first thing that he sees as he enters the room full of equipment are his teammates. Taehyung and Yoongi are in the corner lifting weights, Namjoon is using the treadmill as he runs on it. The rest of the boys are all scattered around doing their own thing. He still canât find Destiny anywhere but her assistant, Bella, is talking to Namjoon while holding a file so he lets out a sigh, relieved that nobody is in fact hurt and in need of help.Â
âDo you wanna get a tattoo on the peniâ oh look whoâs here. Jeon Jungkook as I live and breathe.â
Taehyung drops the weight on the ground before walking up to him. Heâs dressed in a black tee and sports shorts. The man looks good in everything. Bet heâd look in a sack too.Â
âWhoa!! Why do you look like you wanna kill somebody or wanna get killed? Is everything okay?âÂ
Jungkook lets his face relax, focusing more on the eyebrows which had gone tensed due to his unnecessary anxiety. âYeah, allâs good. The practice ended early?âÂ
âThe practice ended just on time. Itâs you whoâs lateâ he pats my shoulder.Â
He runs his fingers through his hair and walks towards the bench, dropping his bag on it. Taehyung follows him ignoring Yoongi whoâs calling him back for the weightlifting.Â
âDoc wanted to assess our injuries for the last time before our game if youâre curious which, I know you are. Youâre always curious about herâÂ
He winks at Jungkook and he punches him on the chest. Taehyung laughs as he rubs the spot.
âKeep your voice down, will you?âÂ
Bellaâs voice echoes across the room, âJeon, youâre up nextâÂ
He takes out his water bottle, takes a swig and stands. A wince leaves him as he gets a flashback of the last time he had to face her. It didnât go very well and heâs sure she hates him now. He would too. After all, he not only talked to her rudely but also lied through his teeth about his injury. Itâs pretty old so he had not felt the need to mention it.Â
He sees a guy coming out of the office just before heâs about to enter. He has brown hair long enough to reach the nape of his neck. Even from where Jungkookâs standing, he can say the man doesnât reach above his shoulders. Who the fuck is he? Oh wait, he must be the new player that got traded down here. The guy must have sensed him making a hole through his head by the way heâs staring because heâs begins walking towards him with a bright grin.
âHey man, you must be Jeon Jungkook? Heard a lot about you. Iâm Park Jiminâ He holds out his hand, asking Jungkook to shake it and he gives it a firm handshake. Word to the wise : never give someone a weak handshake. His grandfather has been asking him to do that ever since he was 15, said it doesnât leave a strong impression and heâs be lying if he says he was wrong.
He offers Jimin a nod, âNice to meet you. Excited to get on the rink with you.âÂ
He takes his hand back. âOh the feeling is mutual butââ
âJungkook, please join me insideâÂ
Destinyâs voice cuts him off as she looks over to both of them with an eerie expression on her face. Her eyes bounce between them, resting a second longer on Jimin. Does she know him? Do they have a history? Wait, are they a thing? Even if they are, why does it bother him? Jungkook couldnât care less about the pretty physical therapist who wears her blue scrubs like armor and white crocs with strawberries on them.
He gives Jimin another nod and follows her into the office. Although, heâs not sure if a massage table and a stool resting beside it counts as an office. The room which she works in is much better. This one is just for examinations and massage therapy so he guesses it doesnât need that much of an upgrade.
She gestures towards the table, âPlease sitâ
He says nothing and settles himself up, clearing his throat.
âLook I know we got off on the wrong foot last time and it could have gone so much better, but we can still start over right?â
Destiny takes a deep breath, filling her chest with air. Sheâs wearing her hair in a bun today. It sits at the top of her head and some strands are set loose cascading down her face. God, sheâs pretty.
He looks down and back up at her. âSureâ
Her face shows her annoyance with the one word response. He doesn't blame her. He'd be pissed too.
Sheâs quiet for a moment, âWhy donât you tell me about your knee injury to start with?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
She sighs, âYou know what Iâm talking about Jungkook. Please donât make me work for it. Itâs my job to know about your past and present injuries, if any. The manager has already given me crap about itâ
He freezes. His hackles rising and his relaxed face long gone.
âWhat did he say?â
âNothingâ
He levels her with a stern face, âWhat.did.he.say?â
Sheâs not obligated to answer him. Hell, she could just slap him in the face and leave but he needs to know what went down with that son of a bitch. When and if she decides to let him in the details and it turns out something wicked, heâs gonna hunt that man down and make his life miserable.
Much to his surprise, she takes a step back and starts talking. "He called me in his office today and," she halts,
"Well let's just say there were some words thrown around which clearly meant he thinks of me as a feather brained bitch"
He might look unbothered from outside but the indignation inside him could just about burn the whole city down. He tries to keep calm and pries some more.
His jaw clenches. "What else?"
Destiny shakes her head, shuffling on her feet. âJungkook itâs really not that seriouââ
âIt is serious. You work for us, you tolerate our asses and in return if we fail to give you the respect which, you deserve by the way cause itâs the bare minimum, we might as well save everyoneâs time and money by giving all of this up.â
âWhy do you care?â she shakes her head.
He takes a step forward, âBecause you�� Because you work for us, Destiny. You look out for our bodies, our injuries, our fuckups. Is that not enough?â
She barely reaches his shoulders. Itâs cute how she has to crane her neck up in order to look him in the eye. She keeps looking at him for a long minute, searching his face.
âYou think I donât know that? Do you really think I donât have what it takes to ask for my own dignity?â
He takes a long step back. This conversation was as unforeseen as they come. The room gets filled with heavy silence and he can hear Destinyâs heavy breath. He can tell sheâs trying to calm herself as if his words have blindsided her.
Needless to say sheâs a tad bit taken aback. Jungkook would be too if someone who never bothered to speak a word to him and when he did, there was nothing pleasant about his tone suddenly started to care.
But thatâs where sheâs wrong, nothing about his care or concern for her is sudden. He still remembers the day she accidentally drank the almond smoothie Bella brought not knowing the fact that sheâs allergic to it. Sheâd started choking the second it went down her throat. He also remembers how Yoongi injected the epipen against her thigh as she came back to life.
Meanwhile, he stood behind shaking in his goddamn boots. Too scared to let her out of his sight and too pathetic to hold her close. Yeah, heâs not proud of that.
He sighs, âYou know thatâs not what I meantââ
Namjoon walks inside with a hand towel around his neck âDoc, you about done? The boys are being incorrigible over there. If you donât hurry, one of them is gonna call a tattoo artist and get their dick tattooed. Right hereâ
The room falls silent.
âJesusâ she looks over to where the guys are bickering about something, propping her hands on her hips. âYeah, give me a minute.â
âSureâ and with that he walks away.
She picks up a blue file from the stool, not looking at him. Why is she not looking at him?
âIf you donât want to tell me about your injury right now, thatâs fine. Since, I know itâs pretty old and Itâs unlikely that youâre gonna get affected by it in the upcoming games, thereâs no need to worry. However, I would still suggest you be careful. Anything can happen out there and your knee is in a vulnerable position. Donât pick unnecessary fights, donât let the opponent know your weak link.â
She glances at him, dropping the file back to where it was.
âYou can goâ
Without a preamble, he heads outside, passing Taehyung. He hears him cracking a joke about penis tattoos and piercings with his girlfriendâs name on it. Destiny cracks up and Jungkook wonders if she would have done the same, had he been the one cracking the joke. Only, he doesnât crack jokes. Not around her at least. Itâs not like he's some grumpy bastard who wants nothing to do with anybody around him and thinks of him as omniscient.
Thereâs just something about Destiny which puts him at loss of words. Knotting his tongue it in such a way where he canât get an expression out. Only look at her and god, does he look at her. He's not stupid. He knows itâs a crush but sheâs like a mirage to him. Sheâs unreachable, forbidden and so fucking beautiful.
Does he want to make her his? Yes, Is he going to risk his career and hers over it? Absolutely not. So, he makes use of the only right nobody can take away from him. Not even her. Admire her from afar. Fantasize more about tasting her, licking her slender neck and worshipping the ground that she walks on and one day if she lets him, Jungkook will do anything to turn all of that into reality.
He finds Yoongi seated on of the benches, scrolling on his phone.
Facing him, Jungkook speaks in a low voice. "Do you have any idea where James is?"
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
Destiny
Never have you ever wanted to run away as much as you did when you saw Jimin in front of yourself, standing all tall and proud. You had wished it to be a dream, wished you just had a nightmare about him joining the same team you happen to work with but reality is a goddamn bitch and it bites hard when it does. He had grown out his hair longer but he still has the same smile, same eyes and the same charm he used on you back then. Park Jimin is a man people donât ever forget once they see him. He has an aura which traps everyone so hard they can never escape. How do you know? You have been a victim yourself.
You meticulously go through the consequences and eventualities of being in the same room as him again. You seeing him everyday and him reminding you of every single detail you have tried so hard forgetting about, the boys finding out about you both and putting you through the wringer or worse, him. The possibilities are endless and you feel the sudden urge to square everything with him.
Contrary to what you had thought, he reacted pretty normally when he saw you as if somebody had already told him about you. You had expected him to get shocked or at the very least pretend to be shocked.
Having said that, he just gave you a single nod as if you're someone he passes by every morning at the park. Are you this forgettable? Are you someone people just brush aside like that? Your fatherâs words echo in your ears like loud drums,
âYou know, nobody will love you if you keep looking like this. Eat lessâ
âGirl, do you ever stop eating? Every time I see you, you're stuffing something in that mouth of yours!!â
âDonât come running back at me when no guy gives a shit about youâ
You were 10 and he was an asshole. He still is.
Thanks to him, you now have a tendency to cook when you're stressed over anything. It brings you comfort and diverts your mind from the excessive overthinking. You would go bald if it puts the voices into silent mode.
After already wasting half of your life speculating what to eat, counting calories and whatnot, you came to the terms that you canât actually operate that way and began eating whatever the fuck you wanted. Yet still, you need to go a long way in order to fully love yourself and your body. It's a journey and you're moving ahead step by step. One day at a time.
One would even say you're hot. You have received compliments from several people over the course of time except you donât have a thigh gap, your arms jiggle and you also happen to have a love handle. You would have adored them if it wasnât for your dad making you feel shitty about having them.
A knock on your door stops you midway as you're kneading the dough. Biscuit runs over to you, jumping on the counter.
âComingâ
The knock comes back again, this time slightly louder.
âOh my god wait Iâm comingâ
The door swings open and you gasp. âMina?â
She passes by you, dragging her suitcase along with her.
âHey bestieâ
You close the door and follow her further into the hall. âWhatâs going on? Whatâs with the suitcase?â
Your best friendâs sudden arrival must have caught you by slight surprise but your cat is rather pleased to see her. Traitor. She starts clawing at her feet excitedly.
âWhat a good girl you are? Yes, you areâ Mina coos at her and then glances up at you from where she has biscuit nestled in her lap,
âI need a place to live for a few days because my shitty boss kept rejecting all my articles and I really wanna bring her something worth the front page. Apparently, writing about the famous coffee shop around the corner and their secret ingredient being maple syrup wasnât good enough.â
You round the counter and continue kneading the dough for your strawberry pie. Itâs not unlikely for Mina to show up unannounced. In fact, she has done that plenty of times but the suitcase was never involved. This one is new.
âSo you decided to barge in here without even asking?â You tease.
She flashes you a dramatic look. âLook at us, Destiny. Arenât we the same girls who giggled about living together after college? With matching slippers and movie marathons?â
âOkay okay you dramatic bitch. How long are you here for?â
Biscuit runs to do her business and she gets up, setting her suitcase to the side.
She sighs, âNot sure. As long as it takes me to come up with a new topic to write aboutâHEYâ why donât I just write on the hockey team you work with? What are they called? IceâŚiceâ
âIce Dominatorsâ you fill in for her.
She slaps her thigh. âThatâs the oneâ
You shrug, âI mean you can, but youâll have to call in on the coach first. He operates everything inside and outside the teamâ
Coach Ian is too nice to turn her request down. Heâs one of the most genuine people in the federation. Maybe this is why the team is so strong and united. He respects every single boy and receives it tenfold. It's a mutual thing.
âShit, How come I didnât think about thatâ she bites her lip, her enthusiasm replaced by nervousness.
âDonât worry. He wonât make you work for it. Ian is as nice as they comeâ you assure.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. As you watch, she opens your fridge, taking out the box of frozen blueberries and pops one into her mouth.
âDo you want me to give you a hand?â she mumbles while chewing.
You point towards the bathroom, âGo and take a shower, right now. You stinkyâ
You duck the blueberry she throws your way, laughing as you do. Giving your cheek one last kiss, she excuses herself.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
Warm hands roam over your thigh, squeezing them. You muffle your moan with your palm and take every thrust.Â
âYeah, you like that? You like how Iâm pounding into this ass right now?âÂ
You gasp.Â
âSuch a good girlâ he praises.
The man behind you presses a kiss to your naked shoulder as he rasps in your ears, âWere you walking around all day dripping for me?âÂ
He pulls his cock out and thrusts again. You meet him with equal passion and hunger.Â
âTell meâÂ
You nod.Â
âI need your words, DestinyâÂ
You cry out, âYes Oh god, Yes. I wanted you in me so badâÂ
He cups your pussy and rubs your clit with his palm until you're rolling your eyes to the back of your head and squirming. Thrust after thrust he brings you to your sweet release while talking dirty things in your ear. You're about to melt into a puddle of goo. Heâs got you totally at his mercy.Â
âSo beautiful like this. Taking my cock so well huh?âÂ
âAhh it feels so good, right there. Just right there, donât stopâÂ
He bites down your shoulder, âCome for me and let everyone outside hear the name youâre screaming, you dirty whoreâÂ
Your heartbeat picks up as you squeeze him with the tight ring of muscle, orgasm crashing over.Â
âFUCK. Oh my god Jungkook!!â
Your eyes fling open and you sit up so fast your head starts spinning. Everything around you is pitch black. Wait, where am you?Â
Mina is at your side in an instant, âDestiny, are you okay babe?â
You look around and release a sigh of relief. You run your fingers through your hair, ruffling them.Â
âYeah um⌠Iâm fine. It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep.âÂ
Except it wasnât. It was one hell of a dream where you were getting fucked into oblivion by your player. You're not even going to lie and say that you didnât like it. Câmon you're a woman of needs, itâs just that, him fulfilling those needs was not on the cards for you even if it wasn't real.
You check the time on your phone and wince at the bright light flashing up at you. Itâs 2:45 am and you just had a back breaking sex dream about a man who you want nothing to do with. Who, as beautiful as he is, annoys the hell out of you with those one word replies and grumpy face. An edgy feeling threatens to rise.
Oh god itâs going to be awkward now. Itâs only normal to walk on eggshells around someone people have these sort of dreams about. You have read your fair share of books where the female character gets a sex dream about a man and then they donât talk to each other for the rest of their lives. Okay, that's a bit of a stretch but it might as well not be.
Yeah, you admit you guys donât talk to each other a lot as it is, or are longtime best friends tiptoeing around their feelings, but you're afraid you're gonna have to ignore him forever for the sake of your own sanity.Â
Iâm so fucked. You think.
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steve's been knocking on doors trying to find eddie. he would be annoyed that all he's found are couples and groups in states of undress but this is some random house party, so it's what steve expects.
plus he's too relieved that he hasn't walked in on eddie being a part of any of it.
steve knows it's gross to feel this way. he trusts eddie 100%. it's not right to let past relationship problems cloud his judgement when it comes to what he has with eddie - who hasn't given him any reason to doubt.
but eddie is so new. been together for only 2 months now new.
and tommy was so old. childhood friend/fucked up situationship for 10 long years old. just ended for good a year and a half ago old.
so even though he knows, hopes, prays, that it's ridiculous to compare the two together, steve still checks the bathroom and makes sure the man on his knees in front of some blonde cheerleader isn't his boyfriend.
and then promptly ducks down to avoid a brush the blonde cheerleader throws at him.
'sorry!' steve apologizes. he hurries to slam the door closed and makes his way to the very last room at the end of the hallway.
maybe he left? eddie didn't want to serve here anyway, rich druggie clientele be damned. so even though they came together, maybe eddie had an emergency and-
steve cuts that thought off because well. he found eddie.
'baby!!' his boyfriend exclaims, alone, sitting on the floor in the middle of some random strangers room with a jar of peanut butter. he's got a spoon full of it half way up to his mouth and his eyes are red.
at least 4 brownies deep red.
the wave of relief he feels is actually pretty concerning, but steve will think about that some other time since he's too busy trying not to laugh at how ridiculous the long haird idiot looks.
'eddie, what are you doing?'
eddie looks guilty and for a split second steve thinks maybe he did walk in on eddie with someone else. (maybe he's waiting on them? maybe they already left?)
then eddie holds up the jar of peanut butter and says in the saddest voice, 'i needed it stevie, i don't remember how long it's been since i've had peanut butter. but i didn't think you'd find me! stay back! don't you come any closer!'
so this whole time while steve's been worried that eddie was off doing what tommy used to do to make him jealous, eddie just snuck off and hid away to eat peanut butter because steves' allergic.
starting to snicker, steve goes to sit across from him. 'i can be around it babe, im not gonna die.'
eddie rushes to close the jar, spoon shoved inside and all. he gives steve the stink eye. 'i know what peanut allergies can do to some people. i refuse to watch you blow up like a tomato.'
steve rolls his eyes and reaches out, acting like he's gonna touch the jar.
eddie yells. jumping to his feet, he scurries out of the closet like an over grown rat, 'steve harrington this is exactly why I was trying to eat this away from you!'
steves laughing now, giggling like a hyena. he can't believe he ever doubted this man.
later that night - after eddie has showered and brushed his teeth at least three times - when they're tucked away in eddies room under the covers, steve talks to him about his freak out. eddie apologizes for leaving him alone at a strangers party like that. he holds him close, gives steve a ton of kisses and promises to create a DND character that represents tommy.
'i'll turn him into a toad and kill him off in the most gruesome way imaginable. he'll be murdered to death, the kids will be traumatized. it'll be great. just you wait and see, my love.'
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The Nanny
When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.
Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.
Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.
It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.
Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.
Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.
You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.
This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.
"What's up, Teller?"
He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"
You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"
Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"
You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"
"Yum."
Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"
"Nope and nope. No allergies either."
"Cool."
"Thank you. I owe you."
As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."
"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.
"Almost anything."
Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."
"Alright."
. .
. .
When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.
Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.
"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.
"I think so."
"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before⌠"It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"
Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.
"You bring the goods, Teller?"
"Burgers and fries as promised."
"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."
When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."
Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.
"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.
"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."
Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."
"I appreciate that."
"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"
"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."
You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."
"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."
"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."
But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.
After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.
You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."
Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.
Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.
On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.
You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.
As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"
"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."
Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"
"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."
"Well I don't know about thatâŚ"
He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."
"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"
"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."
"And what the little man wants, he gets?"
"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."
"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."
"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."
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. .
It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.
Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.
Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.
It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.
"A little after ten."
"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."
"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."
"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.
Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."
"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.
Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."
As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.
When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.
What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.
However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you⌠you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.
The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.
You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.
"Fuck."
"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"
"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."
Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"
Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.
Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."
"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."
"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."
"What the fuck happened?"
You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."
"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"
His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."
"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."
Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"
"Not really. He's just moping around."
"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."
Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."
"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."
"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.
You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."
"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."
Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."
"Will do. See you soon."
As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."
Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.
With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.
You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.
"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.
Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."
"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"
"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."
"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have toâŚ" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"
Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."
"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."
"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."
"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."
"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."
"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."
You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.
Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.
The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.
Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him⌠and oh. You fuckin' melt.
Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.
"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.
As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"
"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.
Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.
"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.
"You are amazing, you know that?"
"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"
"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."
"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"
Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."
"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."
As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"
"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."
Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.
But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.
You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.
It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.
"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."
"Fuck off."
The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."
. .
. .
The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.
The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.
As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."
"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."
Jax sighs. "Too late now."
Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.
Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.
The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."
As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.
The note read, [A son for a son.]
On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.
When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.
Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.
The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.
Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."
"Find them. Now."
. .
. .
Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.
It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.
The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.
"Baby girl?"
"...Hap?"
The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"
Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't⌠I didn't let them touch him."
"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."
"Tryin'âŚ" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."
. .
. .
Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.
Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.
When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.
The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.
"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."
Both brothers' jaws clench.
"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.
"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."
"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.
"Yes."
Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."
Jax frowns. "Found who?"
"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."
Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."
Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.
Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."
Jax freezes. "What secret?"
"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."
Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."
Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.
"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."
"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."
When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.
You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.
When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.
But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.
"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."
"Limping away?"
You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."
Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.
Then after two and a half days, you're released.
You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.
Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.
The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.
"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"
Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."
"Well yeah. You were shot."
"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."
"Then what are you doing here?"
You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."
"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.
"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"
"Well, yeah. Obviously."
"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."
As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.
You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.
You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.
You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.
"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."
"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."
You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.
Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.
In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.
"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.
You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."
"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."
"Cunt."
Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."
Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."
"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"
"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."
Silence.
Dead fuckin' silence.
"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."
"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."
"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."
"I ain't telling you shit."
"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"
He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"
BANG!
The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once⌠going twiceâŚ" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.
And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.
As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.
"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."
"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."
No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."
The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."
Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.
The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the wayâŚ" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."
"And w-what's that?"
You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."
His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.
As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"
"Marry me," Happy grumbles.
You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.
"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"
Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"
"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."
"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."
"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."
"Let me see."
Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."
"What? But-"
"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."
"Boo."
The Sons chuckle.
"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.
"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."
As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.
"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"
"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."
"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."
"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.
"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."
"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."
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Dating Tara having a scary dog HCs
Pairing: tara carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: You didnât expect your girlfriend to act like that around your dog, but it's still pretty funny though.
Word count: 1,4k.
Content: cursing, fluff, tara being dramatic and a caos gremlin, author never had a dog, mentions of scream V.
Note: Still don't think I'm really good at hcs but I had fun writing these!
English is not my first language.
- Tara could admit that she didnât know much about you when you first started to go out, which probably would have caused Sam to have a meltdown if sheâd found out about it, but, well, making impulsive decisions was her specialty.
- One of the things Tara had come to learn about you â details, mere details â was that you had a dog, after hearing you mention it once or twice.
- Tara, who had never had a pet before, was immediately excited with the prospect of meeting and having one in her life, wondering what it would be like.
- You hadnât shown her any pictures, and on your Instagram there were a surprising amount of different dogs for her to be sure which one was yours, so Tara tried to guess. Would it be a puppy, happy and gangly? Or even an older, relaxed and well-behaved one, a childhood dog maybe? Would make a good cuddle buddy.
(Whichever one it was, she hoped it to be a short-haired; her asthma and allergies would be very grateful.)
- What she hadnât imagined, however, was to come across her girlfriend smiling and waving brightly, with a damn hound on a leash on what should have been a perfectly romantic and uneventful date.
âWhat is that?â
âHi, baby!â you greet, oblivious to her incredulous and apprehensive tone, âThatâs Cujo.â
âCujo,â she echoed, hesitantly, âLike⌠the rabid, murderous dog from the movie?â
âNo, not the movie, the book,â you corrected. âDonât worry, Tar, sheâs a sweetie.â
âYour Cerberus is a she?â
âItâs just a doberman, babe.â
Great.
- Taraâs definitely scared of your dog at first, but she won't admit it. She's faced crazy killers before, for God's sake! A little pet was nothing.
- You know she's scared from the start. It's honestly kind of funny how she tries to act all brave, especially since you know Cujo wouldn't hurt a fly if she could (and she could), so you do your best to make her relax.
- Trying to get her used to it at first by asking if she'd like to hold the leash on walks, even though she always refuses it, âIf it decides to start running I might get dragged across town until I fall down some drain. Would you dare do that to your poor asthmatic girlfriend?â
- Trying to avoid situations where your dog is involved doesn't work for long, though, it lives with you, after all â duh, Tara, really? â and your house is the only place you two can have some privacy without Sam hovering like a hawk all the time, so she has to get over it, like, urgently.
She stops you at the door the first time she comes over:
âSo, is there any more⌠unexpected pets I should know about?â
You shrug, âI have some sea monkeys too.â
- Sheâs completely dramatic about it at first, as she always is when things donât go her way. But itâs endearing, and itâs one of the reasons you fell in love with her anyway.
- So⌠Tara, who has staring contests with your dog every time she comes over for the night or to just hang out, because she canât stop squinting suspiciously every time she gets too close to the furry form you idolize so much.
- Tara, who gets upset and sullen when youâre gonna cuddle and the dog is faster, taking up your entire lap, the place she should be.
âYou can just lay or rest on her, baby, I swear she won't bite.â
âNo freaking way! Here, just hold me closer.â
Well, she swears that your dog would have laughed at her if she could.
- Tara, who's sure your dog has something against her and chases her around for the pure pleasure of it, no matter how much you argue about projecting, dark eyes making her jump in fright whenever they're in the same room.
- Tara, who huffs and whines when you go to sleep and the dog follows you, sprawling at your feet in the bed like she's its owner.
âOh man, even here?â
âTar, she's sleeping. It's a dog, it's not planning something against you.â
âShe's threatening me on purpose!â
âShe probably knows that you dislike her, you know, it's pretty obvious.â
âWhatever, I'm not apologizing to a dog.â
- Tara, who actually finds it pretty comfortable sleeping next to the furball, who keeps the bed less lonely and stops the heat from escaping when you get up early to make breakfast.
- Tara, who warms up and attaches quickly afterward, even if she doesn't want to admit it out of sheer stubbornness.
âAwn, I see you guys are getting along. You're petting her now! Thatâs so great, honey!â
âI'm not! I'm just checking to make sure she didn't bring any dirt from the park earlier.â
- Tara, who turns into an absolute menace once she and your dog bond and you honestly don't know if that's a good thing or not, but it's chaotic anyway.
- Tara, who struts around, holding on to the leash to save her life and still managing to look completely smug like a damn small gangster, laughing at those who stray from their path or get scared by the sudden barking.
âHa, look at them! Scared of such a little pup, losers.â
âIf she ever gets up she'd be literally bigger than you, Tar,â you sigh, âAnd you acted just like them too.â
âLiar! All lies!â
- Tara, who spends her money on thousands of clothes and accessories that she thinks would look good on the dog, even though your pet already has a lot. Most of them are silly costumes from movies she likes, and one day you come home to find your dog on the couch wearing a cheap Michael Myers costume and you can barely breathe from laughing when she comes running up to greet you by the door.
- You definitely notice your dog wearing a big colorful bow that conveniently matches your girlfriendâs shirt and teases her shamelessly. All you get is a âshe looks like a princess, leave her be!â
- She calls the dog by cute pet names and talks in a baby voice â which she denies to death â when she thinks no one is listening. Sometimes you even get confused about who the âhi baby!â is for when she walks through the room.
- You're a little jealous when she prefers to snuggle with your dog instead of you, but you end up finding it so adorable that the problem is solved by cuddling them both together and that way everyoneâs happy and content.
- Sam almost has a heart attack the first time she sees Tara with the dog, as do Chad and Ethan; Mindyâs a little hesitant and Anikaâs the only one genuinely excited and happy about everything, wanting to pet it as soon as she sees her lying on the carpet.
- With that, Tara also defends your dog from anyone who dares to open their mouth and say something bad about her, whether they're your friends or the Karens you meet when you're out together (you have to stop her from throwing hands with them occasionally).
- Teaches the dog to purposely bark to scare Ethan every time he says something stupid and inappropriate and you're left wondering when the hell she had time to do that without you knowing, completely ignoring your claims of 'being a bad influence.'
- Protects the dog from absolutely any of your scolding, no matter what the reason, dramatically covering its ears and looking personally offended by your complaints. You can never stay mad for long with the sight of your girlfriend trying to cover up a dog who's clearly more intimidating than her and literal puppy eyes staring at you with intensity, letting go even if your couch or plants have been destroyed.
- You end up with a happy little family before you finish college without even realizing it, which ends up being the best thing that ever happened to you.
- Tara's favorite part of all of this is the slow and warm mornings when you two don't have to be anywhere and can sleep in, feeling your arm around her waist and your dog curled up between you â under the covers too because it got cold during the night â when she can sigh contentedly and enjoy what you have without any more fears about the future.
âYou know, remembering how scared you were of Cujo in the beginning, I never would have expected it to end up like this.â
âThat name still doesn't fit,â she says stubbornly, âAnd Iâve never been scared of our dog, I just wasnât a pet person.â
âOur dog?â
âOh, shut it.â
She would never admit it anyway.
- Tara could admit, though, that you were right: your dog really is a sweetie.
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Steady Love (Slight NSFW)
Synopsis: After Joe learns of a secret that you've been keeping from him, he has a big decision to make on whether the relationship is worth saving and if he can accept it
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Do not engage if underage
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Joe was deep in thought as he was on a popular restaurant's website looking at their menu to see everything that they offered. He knew that you, his girlfriend, was extremely picky and had a shit ton of allergies and had to make sure they had options that you could pick from.
He was convinced that your diet consisted of chicken nuggets and iced coffee and got on you all the time about it. His goal was to take you there for date night seeing as you had both been busy all week and now you were going to spend the weekend with him before going to his game on Sunday.
The restaurant had amazing reviews and the person who had told him about it and also made the reservation for it was Ja'Marr who was also on the phone, as Joe had put it on speaker so that he was able to talk to him and look at the website at the same time.
âI think Y/N is hiding something from me.â He blurted out as it had been on his mind for the last few days and he thought that he was going to explode if he didn't say anything to someone soon. He figured that telling one of his best friends was a good choice.
âWait, what? That was random. Why do you say that? Your girl literally worships the ground you walk on and you do the same thing with her.â
âSomething just seems off. I find her sometimes going to a different room to answer her phone, which she protects with her damn life by the way.â
âDon't we all? That doesn't mean anything.â
âNo, not like she does. And do you know that I've never stayed at her place before?â
âHuh? The two of you have been together for what seems like forever.â Ja'Marr asked as he was moving around his kitchen and trying to find something to snack on.
âA few months but it's weird. Whenever I propose the idea, she immediately shuts it down. Claiming that my house is closer to her job, which is true but I don't know.â
âI think youâre paranoid and probably thinking too much into this. Y/N is amazing and she can do no wrong in my eyes.â
âBecause you love whenever she cooks and tells me to invite you over too, but what if I'm right?â
âHey! That just happens to be a plus but if you're right then confront her about it and the two of you act like adults and go from there. Just keep in mind she's making me salted caramel cookies next week. Don't mess up my supply.â
âYour supply? You act like we're talking about drugs when we are literally talking about cookies. And she just seemed so stressed out this week so the last thing I want to do is send her over the edge.â
âWhen it comes to her cooking, it might as well be crack! It's addicting! Look, if it comes up then you two talk about it and if it doesn't just wait for the right time. I'm sure that there's a good explanation to all of this.â
âI'm ignoring the part about the crack.â
âBut you didn't ignore it because you just mentioned it.â
âTalking to you should not stress me out as much as it does.â Joe replied as he rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.
âKeep in mind, YOU called me and I made the reservation for you so be nice!â
âMm hmm.â
âLook, just let me know how it goes once you talk to her.â
Later on that evening, the two of you were now sitting across from one another in a secluded corner of the restaurant sharing the dessert that you had picked out. Joe wasn't one to eat a lot of sweets during the season, however for you he'll always make an exception.
You held your fork up to Joe's mouth and was encouraging him to take a bite but he was looking at you suspiciously before looking at the dessert and then looking back at you.
âJoey! Open!â
âUm.. what is this again?â
âIt's a pistachio cheesecake. It's good, come on taste it.â
âIt looks weird. And wait! Aren't you allergic to pistachios?â
âNo, I got an allergy test done recently and apparently I'm not allergic anymore.â
âHow reliable is that? The last thing I need is your throat closing. Do you have benadryl just in case? I'm about to call 911 so that they can be on standby.â
âI planned for my throat to close around something else tonight, but yes.â You told Joe as you winked at him.
Being caught off guard by your comment, his eyes went wide but he quickly recovered as he sent a smirk in your direction.
âOh, is that so?â
âMm hmm, I haven't seen you all week so I'm excited to spend the entire weekend with you which also includes plenty of activities that do not require clothes. This week was a lot and I really needed to be around you so this was absolutely perfect. Did you pick the place or did Ja'Marr?â
âWe'll definitely get to that later. I know this week was a lot for you and there were a lot of things happening so I'm happy you're spending the entire weekend with me. And yes, it was Ja'Marrâs idea. I had never been here before and he recommended it.â
âDoesn't surprise me since you're such a homebody. I'm going to have to make him more cookies for that one.â
âAll of my snacks and streaming services are at home. What do I need to leave for? And no, absolutely not. He's starting to stalk me just for your cookies. Any time he calls me now it's about you and your cooking. First thing out of his mouth is if you were at my house and if you cooked anything and if he can come over.â Joe told you as he laughed with you joining in with him.
âOkay, now open.â
âThis better not be nasty.â
âJoey! Stop acting like you're five and open!â He did as he was told and slowly started to chew with his head nodding in approval.
âIt's not bad, but I know something that tastes even better and I've been craving it all week actually.â
âWhat? You said you had never been here before.â
âI was talking about my girlfriend sitting on my face.â
â
âGet over here and stop running from me.â Joe told you as he pulled you back onto his California king bed since you were literally about a few centimeters from hitting the floor.
âI am nowhere done with you. Keep in mind you talked all that shit in the car on the way back and now look, a whimpering dripping mess underneath of me. So wet for me.â He whispered in your ear as he once again inserted two of his fingers into you, pumping them at an even and slow pace knowing that it would get you that much closer.
His fingers slipped out and he held them up to your mouth as you opened and sucked on them.
âSee how good you taste?â Joe asked as he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips and slipped inside you at the same time making you gasp and quickly wrap your arms around his neck.
âLook at my pretty girl, she's taking me so well.â
He placed his hand around your neck and slightly squeezed, but not too tight as he increased his pace moving in and out of you.
Your moans were the only thing that you could get to come out of your mouth because of how much pleasure that you were in and knew that you being sore later was inevitable.
âTaking me so well that she can't even utter a single word, huh? This dick got you speechless?â Joe laughed, but was caught off guard when you suddenly flipped him onto his back and began to ride him.
âDamn, wasn't expecting that.â
âNot quite speechless, but you're about to be once I finish riding you.â You explained to him as you smirked with him taking hold of your hips in order to help guide you.
âCome on then, princess. Let's get to it.â
It was now three in the morning and you were wrapped into Joe's tight embrace when your phone began to vibrate violently on the nightstand.
Quickly picking it up to look at it, you were startled go see that it was Jayson, your daughters father and slowly moved from Joe in order to hopefully not wake him up and went into the master bathroom and closed the door behind you to answer it.
âJayson, what's going on?â
âIt's Nalanie. She won't stop crying and she's simply asking for you. She kept asking me to call you and wouldn't take no for an answer.â
âJust hand her the phone.â
âHello?â
âMom! IâŚâ She started to say, but couldn't continue her sentence without crying.
âI'm coming, okay? Be there soon.â You comforted her and quickly hung up as you made your way back into the bedroom to still see Joe resting peacefully.
You quickly started moving around with the use of the flashlight on your phone to be able to see and this made Joe wake up and he quickly sat up to reach over to turn on the bedside lamp.
âUh? Baby? What are you doing?â
âLooking for my clothes, I need to leave.â You told him as you had discovered your outfit that you had worn earlier all the way by the bedroom door suddenly remembering that Joe wasted no time in taking it off of you.
âWhy? What's wrong? Did something happen?â He asked while you were hurrying to get dressed and you ignored his question. Not on purpose, but because you had no idea what you were about to walk into once you left there and went and got Nalanie.
Seeing how frantic you were, Joe pulled you over to him since he was sitting on the bed still to try and calm you down.
âJoey, I...â
âYou need to breathe for a second and then tell me what's going on with you. You have me worried. What can I do to help you?â
âJustâŚ. let me go please. I want to tell you butâŚâ
âBut what? You tell me everything. Or at least I thought you told me everything.â He replied as he took your smaller hand in his large one.
You hesitated before you answered him and it was clear by the look on your face that you didn't want to. The man in front of you had always been honest with you since the two of you had gotten together and it was necessary for you to do the same thing in return. He never deserved to be lied to despite your reasoning for it.
In your mind, you didn't necessarily lie to him, but you definitely didn't tell him the truth either.
âI just got off the phone with my daughter. She was crying and scared and I could barely make out what she was saying. I need to go get her from her father's house. I promise to explain more after I know that she's okay.â
âWait, what? Youâre joking right? Since when do you have a daughter?â Joe asked dumbfounded and he was waiting for the punchline of the joke that just came out of your mouth.
âSince I got pregnant when I was a teenager. Joey, I promise I'll explain but not now. Move so I can get up.â You said as tears were threatening to fall down your face.
âSo you mean to tell me that you lied to me? And you've been lying to me this entire time?! I knew that something was off with you and I was right! What else are you hiding?! Are there more kids that I don't know about? Why would you lie about something like that?â
âNothing. I'm not hiding anything else, I promise.â You said as you slipped on your shoes.
âHmm, your promises have now been proven to come up empty so I don't want to even hear it. Just do what you have to do.â
âJoeyâŚâ
âNo, I don't want to hear it. I hope your daughter is okay, butâŚ.â
âBut what?â
âHow am I supposed to be with someone who lies to me? Especially something as big as that?â
âItâs not that simple. I'll explain if you just give me the chance.â
âOh, but it is. Get your stuff and you can leave.â
âI⌠fine.â You told him as you grabbed your overnight bag from the chair in the corner and your cell phone that had been placed on the nightstand after you had gotten that frantic call.
You looked at your keys and quickly took the key to Joe's condo off and left it on the nightstand that was closest to his side of the bed.
Without another word, you walked out of his bedroom and down the steps to eventually make it to your car. Once your belongings were in the backseat, the water works that you had been trying so hard to hold in, made themselves known and it was like a dam had broken.
After sitting there for a few minutes and giving yourself a pep talk, you made your way to Nalanie's father's house to make sure that she was okay.
It didn't take long before you were knocking on the front door and it was whisked open by Nalanie herself who then placed you in a bone crushing hug as tears were still streaming down her face. You rubbed small circles along her back as you kissed her cheek in order to get her to calm down.
âLady Bug, are you going to tell me what's wrong? I'm here now and you're okay.â
She slowly nodded her head and broke her embrace from you and moved to the side so that you would be able to come into the house. Once she did, you were greeted by Jayson and his wife Sabrina who had come from the kitchen in order to greet you.
âHey, sheâs been like this for the past hour. Won't say anything to us. All she wanted was you.â Sabrina told you as she hugged you.
You nodded your head before also hugging Jayson, but Nalanie stayed quiet.
âLady Bug?â
âCan we just go home?â She quietly asked and the first thing you did was nod.
âGo get your things and meet me back down here.â
Nalanie took the steps two at a time before Jayson looked at you and sighed.
âI was trying to handle it without us calling you, but I didnât know what else to do. Anddd I just realized I ruined date night for you. How's you know who by the way?â
âVery upset with me because he found out about her like this before I could tell him properly and I think we just broke up? I had literally planned on telling him in the next two weeks or so and I was going to tell her too. But it's not important right now. What is important is my daughter so, if he can't accept her then he's not the one for me.â
âHe's probably more upset about finding out in the way he did and not the fact that you have her.â
âEither way, we're probably done, soâŚâ
âDon't give up on him so easily, he may surprise you.â Sabrina said before walking back into the kitchen.
âJust see how it plays out. This is the happiest that I've ever seen you and I would hate for you to miss out on that. Just give him time to process.â Jayson told you and you simply nodded as Nalanie reappeared with all of her bags in tow.
Nalanie said her goodbyes to her father and Sabrina and you picked one of her many bags up off the floor to carry outside. You never understood why she needed so many bags for a three day weekend, but then again she was your child and simply took after you when you thought about how you would do the exact same thing.
The two of you were now home and as soon as you opened the door, you wasted no time in asking her what was wrong.
âOkay, out with it.â
âI got my period and got really scared.â
âOh, Lady Bug, that is nothing to be scared about. It happens to everyone that has a uterus.â
âI know that I could have asked Sabrina, but I just wanted you. I remember you telling me about what to do if you weren't around and it happened so I took a pad from underneath the sink. I'm sorry that I took you away from whatever you were doing.â
âDon't apologize. You needed me and never ever apologize for needing me. So, how about this?â
âWhat?â
âTake a bath, put on pajamas and we'll sleep. When we wake up, I'll do your makeup and your hair while we watch Mean Girls?â
âOoh, deal! Can we make popcorn too?â
âOf course we can and then we're going on a snack run. You can't be on your period and not have a supply of chocolate and ice cream in the house.â
It had been almost an entire two weeks and Joe's finger kept hovering over your number as he debated on calling you while he sat in his living room.
This had happened ever since he had told you to leave that night. The guilt crept in not too long after he had heard you close the front door and he debated on running after you, but decided against it.
He admits that he should've given you a chance to explain everything, but in that moment he was too mad to even listen to one. He couldn't begin to wrap his mind around how you have a daughter.
His mind kept going to you and quickly decided that after practice was over and he was home that he would call you and hopefully you wanted to talk to him, but he honestly wouldn't blame you if you had told him no.
Thinking that it was now or never, he pushed down with his thumb on your number and the phone began to dial.
It rang for a while and Joe was about to hang up, before he heard your soft voice come through the phone.
âHello?â
âUm, hey.â Joe responded hesitantly.
âSurprised to hear from you. Did you dial the wrong number by chance?â You curiously asked as you were fumbling through your kitchen cabinets looking for ideas on what to make for dinner for you and Nalanie.
âNo, I wanted to talk to you. Are you busy right now?â
Startled by this, you placed the box of macaroni noodles on the counter and sat down at the island, trying to take in what he had just asked you.
âNo, not at the moment. I'm free to talk.â
âUh, can we do this in person? I would rather do that than talk on the phone.â
âSure, I can be over there in 15 minutes.â You told him as you glanced down at your watch. After going over there to see him, you would have to go straight to Nalanie's middle school to pick her up from practice.
âOkay, I'll leave the door open for you.â
It didn't take you very long to get there as you had anticipated, but the anxiety of seeing Joe again after the two of you had left things was starting to kick in.
Maybe this was a formal break up?
No, he probably just wants an explanation and as far as you could tell he was long overdue to hear the truth from you about everything.
Reaching his condo, you pulled into the driveway before getting out of your car and walking up to the door. Turning the handle, it was open just like Joe had promised and a deep breath escaped your mouth before turning it and walking inside.
You found him in the living room and he gave you a small smile before getting up to hug you which caught you off guard. You tightly hugged him back just in case that was the last time that you were able to do it.
âHi.â
âHi.â
The two of you were now sitting next to each other and Joe was the first to speak.
It was time to get it over with. Now or never.
âY/N, why would you keep something like that from me? And you've done it for MONTHS. I'm just trying to understand.â he asked you, trying to make sense of the situation. He simply couldn't believe that you lied to him and lied to him about something as big as this.
âI wanted to tell you when I felt that the time was right. Please understand that. I had actually planned on doing it soon, but then everything happened soâŚ..â You quietly said, but all he did was shake his head.
âAnd when did you exactly plan on doing that? At this rate, you probably weren't about to tell me until we got married.â
âThat is not fair and you know it!â
âI knew something was up when you would go to another room to answer phone calls, never let me stay at your place with you and always shut down the idea when I asked, leaving early from date night. I care about you, so you could at the very least let me know what was happening. Even if you weren't ready for me to meet her.â
âI just didn't want her to get attached to you just in case we didn't end on the best terms. It's happened before in the past and I don't want her to be disappointed again. And I also didn't know how you were going to take it.â
âHmm, I would have dealt with it because I love and care about you. But I see that you obviously don't give me enough credit. If something or in this case, SOMEONE is important to you, they're important to me too. How old is she anyway?â
âShe just turned thirteen.â You quietly said and Joe's eyes went wide.
âI still can't believe you tried to hide the fact that you have a child from me.â
âLike I said, I was going to tell you. If you don't want to be with me anymore because I kept this from you, I get it. I think you made that pretty clear two weeks ago. I ultimately was just trying to protect her.â You quietly said feeling defeated.
Even though Joe was definitely upset with you, he moved closer to you and took your hand in his and started rubbing small circles on the back of it.
âWhat's her name?â He asked and from that point on, the light in your eyes returned.
âNalanie Rue. But I've always called her Lady Bug. When I brought her home from the hospital and we were walking outside with her to get into the car, one landed on her nose and it's been her name since. I never call her by her real name unless she's in trouble, which isn't often. She's a really good kid and I honestly couldn't have asked for more. I'm really proud to be her mom.â You confessed as you told Joe about your daughter.
âI see the way you lit up when I asked you about her.â
âI got pregnant when I was 15 and was obviously scared out of my mind. I tried to hide it from my parents for a while but then my mom noticed that I wasn't using the tampons or pads she would put in my bathroom every month for me and she confronted me about it. Theyâve always supported me even though I know deep down that they think that I robbed myself of my childhood, which is fair in a sense. I couldn't really go out with my friends unless I took her with me.â
âAnd you get along with her father? I'm assuming he is in the picture since he's the one who called you first?â
âYes, he was there from day one when I told him and didn't back down. He's a year older than me. He got a job and would buy her as much as he could. Jayson. He's amazing to her and they have a good relationship. We're still close and heâs married now. But his wife treats Nalanie like she's hers and that's the best thing I could have asked for. I really lucked out because I know a lot of other people aren't as fortunate. My only prayer was that whoever he decided to marry would do right by her.â
âWhen did she meet his wife?â
âLiterally right before he proposed to her and that was something that we both agreed on, but she did know about her. We never bring anyone around her unless we're absolutely sure that they'll be there for the long haul because both of us have messed up in the past with that. We want to protect her like I said before.â You honestly said and Joe was taking in everything that you had told him.
âAnd I told Jayson about you, but not Nalanie. From his perspective and the way that I talk about you he's really happy for me and all for it. But he did say that he wanted her to meet you. It might also help that you're his favorite player but who knows.â You said to Joe and a small smirk broke out onto his face.
âYou're the one calling the shots here. I just want you to do whatever you're comfortable with. I would love to meet her whenever you feel that the time is right. But Y/NâŚ.â
âHmm?â You asked as you turned once more to look at him and he sighed before answering you.
âYou can't keep things like this from me. We've been together for a while and you know better than anyone how much I'm going to be there to support you with whatever is going on in your life, just like you do for me. No more secrets. Promise me. I get your reasoning behind it, but you having a daughter was not going to be a dealbreaker for me.â
âPromise. No more secrets from here on out.â You replied back to him as he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead. He relaxed into the couch as you brought your head slightly to the left to be able to lean against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.
âDo you want to see what she looks like?â You asked Joe at the same time that you had reached for your phone, not really waiting for an answer.
You never wasted an opportunity to show off your daughter and let people know how proud you were of her.
Joe nodded as you went to your gallery and pulled up the most recent photos of the two of you and moved it closer so that he could see it.
âShe literally looks just like you.â
âMy little twin. Everyone says the same thing when they see her except she's a little taller than me. She is literally my baby. I cried when she turned thirteen. I can't wrap my head around me now having a teenager.â
âAnd youâre going to do such an amazing job with her. I can see that you already are.â
âWell if you're ready to meet her, we can do it tomorrow. It's Thursday and she likes football just as much as her parents do.â
âHow about football and an ice cream date? Does she like ice cream?â
âShe does. Mint chocolate chip is her favorite and I always tell her how weird she is because I never met a kid that said that was their favorite flavor. Oh, and I should tell you somethingâŚ.â
âThat's wild that she likes that flavor, but what is it?â
âThe Bengals are her favorite team and for good reason butâŚâ
âBut what?â
âJa'Marr is her favorite player so she is going to interrogate you about him.â You confessed as you stifled a laugh and Joe held his hand over his heart pretending that he was hurt.
âBut I think the two of you will get along just fine.â
âOh, and I think you'll need this back.â Joe told you as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key that you had left on his nightstand.
Staying over with Joe lasted around forty five minutes until you told him about going to get Nalanie from practice. Once you had picked her up and the two of you were eating dinner and watching Netflix, you figured that it was a good time to tell her about meeting Joe tomorrow and nudged her to get her attention as she was sitting next to you on the couch.
âI have something that I want to tell you.â
âOkay, I'm listening. Is everything okay?â She replied as she turned to look at you.
âEverything's fine. I want you to meet someone really special to me tomorrow after you get home from school. We're going to get ice cream andâŚâ
âMINT CHOCOLATE CHIP!â
âYes, you can have that disgusting flavor and we'll watch Thursday Night Football with him.â You told her as you turned up your nose and she promptly stuck her tongue out at you.
âThat is literally the best flavor of ice cream, you are such a hater. But wait a minute⌠him?â
âYes, him.â You replied as you nodded your head.
âHmm, I have to approve. I need to make sure that he's good enough to be in a relationship with my mom. If the two of you are in a relationship that is.â She said as she narrowed her eyes at you suspiciously.
âWe are and I forgot how overprotective that you can get but I definitely think that the two of you will get along really well. You two like a lot of the same things including football.â You said as you thought about her probably wanting to go to every Bengals game once she meets Joe.
âIn my eyes, only very few people meet my expectations of being good enough for you. And I want to see you happy, but you look happy so I guess he's doing something right so I'm okay with it. And I know he must be important because I never meet anyone that you date.â
âAnd be nice. No interrogating.â
âNo promises.â
You and Joe agreed to meet at one of your favorite ice cream stands that wasn't too far from your job and you found yourself going there sometimes when you got a break to destress by eating a treat that you knew was going to satisfy your craving. It also had a small park nearby and that's where you planned on meeting him.
Nalanie was actually bouncing off the walls and very excited to meet the mystery man, or it was the fact that she was going to get ice cream in the middle of the week.
It was probably the latter.
The two of you were in line and you were about to pay for your ice cream as well as Nalanie's when you felt a presence behind you. You got a whiff of the cologne that you grew to love so much and knew that it was your boyfriend. Joe then slipped the cashier his card as you shook your head and smiled while Nalanie was looking around confused.
âWait, mom, where's your man? Is he late? I thought he was supposed to be here already. And why is Joe Burrow here? Wait! Is Ja'Marr here too?â She asked as she was looking around to see if she could spot her favorite player.
âLady bug, this is my boyfriend Joe and Joe this is my daughter Nalanie.â
âIt's nice to meet you Nalanie, your mom has told me all about you.â Joe told her and she slowly nodded her head up and down indicating that she was still taking everything in.
At that moment, her eyes went wide.
âI.. wow⌠It's nice to meet you too. I had this whole speech in my head to interrogate you with but now I can't remember a word of it.â
âNalanie! I said NO interrogating!â
âHe seems like he would be able to take it anyway.â She told you and you shook your head at her.
âI didn't bring Ja'Marr, but maybe next time. Since someone did tell me that he was your favorite player.â
âDon't be jealous, you're a close second.â She replied as she smiled.
Over the next several months, you watched as Joe and Nalanie grew closer and was happy that they were building such a good relationship with one another. There were even a few conversations that had happened regarding the two of you moving in with him and of course Nalanie was all for it, but you on the other hand wanted a little bit more time before you came to a final decision about it. Joe told you that there was absolutely no rush and that the offer would stand.
It was currently Friday and you were stuck in traffic due to an accident as you were on your way to get Nalanie. You didn't want to keep her waiting and since it was her weekend with you instead of spending it with her dad, you quickly asked Joe if he could get her for you.
You- Joey, I'm stuck in traffic, could you go and get Nalanie for me? But only if you aren't busy. I owe you for this.
Joey- You don't owe me anything and of course I'll go and get her. We'll wait for you before we decide on dinner.
You- Thank you, I love you đđ
Joey- I love you more and be safe.
Nalanie was surprised to see Joe instead of you as he pulled up in his Porsche, but quickly slipped into the passenger seat as Joe had leaned over to open the door for her.
âHey, where's my mom? Not that Iâm not happy to see you or anything.â She told him as she brought the seatbelt across her body.
âStuck in traffic so she asked me to come and get you. We'll decide on dinner once she gets back. How was your day at school?â
âHmm, it was okay, but this boy Cody is convinced that girls don't know more about football then boys so we got into an argument at lunch about it.â
âDid you know that there are more women who actually watch it then men do?â Joe told her and she quickly nodded.
âSee!? And that's what I told him. I was firing off all these stats about my favorite players, you were included, and he was just looking at me like he didn't know what I was talking about.â
One thing Joe knew Nalanie was passionate about was football and sports in general and that you and her were never one to back down from an argument or discussion regarding it.
âHe sounds like he talks a big game, but can't back it up.â
âI'm convinced that his head is full of air instead of a brain.â
âYou literally sound just like your mother.â Joe told her as he laughed and came to a slow stop at a red light.
âI have a question. Well, two actually.â
âAsk away.â Joe told her as the light turned green.
âWell first, when are you going to marry my mom? She's really happy with you and I can tell.â
Hearing Nalanie ask this caught him off guard, but he quickly composed himself.
âHmm, funny you should ask. Can you keep a secret? And I also wanted to ask you something.â He said and she quickly nodded.
âI already got her ring, just have to plan when I'm going to do it. And I wanted to ask your permission too, because I feel that it's important.â
âReally!? Well you already know that my answer is yes. I already consider you my bonus dad and that's a plus. This is the happiest that I've ever seen her. What does it look like? Can I see it?â
A million thoughts were running through Nalanie's head about how excited she was about the entire thing. She finally felt that now her family would be complete.
âI have it hidden in my room, hoping she doesn't find it but I'll show you later. What was your next question?â
âAre you two going to have a baby? Or babies? I like the idea of at least three. I want a sibling or siblings to play with.â
âI⌠you are so full of questions today.â
âI only asked you two questions and you are definitely stalling. I guess all that media training has led you to be able to learn how to dodge questions.â
âI'm not dodging the question!â
âLies! Then answer it!â
At that moment, Joe's phone rang indicating that it was you and quickly answered it as Nalanie made a face at him.
âSaved by the phone call. But I'm definitely going to ask again later.â
It was around eight at night when you were painting Nalanie's nails on the floor in the living room while Joe was sitting on the couch behind both of you and she noticed that you kept glancing at her.
âUh, mom? Everything okay? You literally only do that when you have something that you want to tell me.â She asked as you were now painting a second coat. This also caught Joe's attention and he quickly looked over at you.
âWell there is somethingâŚ.â You said as you gestured for her to put her hand in the nail dryer.
âWhat is it?â She asked as she looked between the two of you and you looked at Joe to give him permission to tell her.
âI think that the role of being a big sister is going to look pretty good on you.â Joe told her and her mouth was now hanging wide open.
âNow I see why you didn't answer my question earlier.â
âWait, what question?â You asked her and she sent a smile in your direction.
âI asked him when the two of you were going to give me a sibling, but I see that was clearly already in the works. I want at least three by the way.â She told you as she pointed to your midsection.
âUmm, we'll have to see about that and we wanted to make sure that everything was okay before we said anything about it.â
âWell I'm excited for that obviously and now I guess there's only one more part left.â
âAnd what part is that?â
âThe part where you two get married and then we'll be a family for real.â
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Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders ( - Kalim and Vil) X Reader
Not requested, just inspired. I was thinking about the diet that Vil put the characters on at the VDC/SDC, and I was wondering what it would be like if the reader couldn't eat what Vil had directed them to eat, so they go to the other dorm leaders to beg for food. Maybe because of an allergy, maybe because of a sensory issue, or a different health issue, it's not specified.
This could be read as Platonic or Romantic. GN Reader
Malleus' scenario is when you invite him to the VDC/SDC but with a little more added on to fit the scenario.
TWs: Mentions of hunger/starvation, mentions of not eating, and mentions of tampering with food.
Minor angst
You were so hungry. You had already tried hiding food from Vil, and not even anything that was unhealthy, just something that wasn't within his diet regulations. But he had found it, and you had gotten scolded. You wanted to eat with everyone else, but you just couldn't, and it seemed like Vil hadn't noticed. Some of the others had, but for your own sake hadn't questioned it, not wanting to make you talk about it if you were uncomfortable.
You had nowhere else to turn, so you turned to them. As embarrassed as you were, you put your pride to the side in an attempt to get some scraps of food.
Riddle Rosehearts
"I'm sorry, what?" He asked, incredulously. "You want food?"
"Not much! I swear!" You quickly defended. "Even just a small portion, I promise, I'm not trying to eat you out of house and home. I just," You sighed, tired and out of energy, "I can't eat."
"You can't?"
"What Vil is making me try to eat, I can't eat it. And I am starving, Riddle." You begged him. "I will do anything, for just a little bit of food. I'll clean, I'll help cook it, I'll help Ace and Deuce study, I'll do chores for however long you want. Just, please, Riddle."
In an act of desperation, you got down on your knees in front of his desk where he had previously been doing homework. You clasped your hands together, your last shred of dignity flying out the window as tears pricked your eyes.
Here you were, literally begging on your knees in front of your friend for food. You felt guilty, but you also knew that you could trust Riddle. And it's not as if you were just asking for food and leaving, you were offering a trade for the food.
"I am literally begging you. Please, Riddle." He got up and rounded the desk.
"Get up, you don't need to beg." He gently scolded, helping you to your feet. "Come on, let's get you some food from the kitchen. We can't give you enough food for the rest of the week, but we can at least offer you a meal for now, and invite you to dinner at least a few more times this week."
"Thank you! Thank you so much, Riddle. You're a life saver." You beamed, wiping away a few of the tears that had trailed down from your eyes. You would hug him, but he's not really used to physical affection, and didn't want to make him uncomfortable.
"This is just doing the bare minimum. You're my friend, and if the person who is supposed to be taking care of you isn't, then I shall help you in any way you can." He nodded to his own words.
"You really are the best." You smiled at him, and he turned a little red.
"Come on. Let's go talk to Trey about getting you something to eat." He led you out of his office, and towards the kitchen.
Leona Kingscholar
"Shishishi." Ruggie laughed as he left you at Leona's door. "Good luck."
You probably would've gotten better results if you had asked Ruggie out right, and you acknowledge this as you stand in front of Leona's bedroom door. But, you decided to be vague, only stating that you needed a favor from Leona, rather than being up front. But you've made your bed, now you must lie in it. You mustered up the little courage you had, tossing your pride out, and knocked on Leona's door.
There was no response, which wasn't really unusual. You'd gotten closer with Leona lately, but it was still pretty normal for you to find him sleeping at all hours of the day, or for him to doze off while you were with him. You entered anyway, deciding to just rip of the bandage before you lost your nerve.
"Leona." You called once the door was closed behind you. "I need to talk with you."
"Whaddya want herbivore?" Leona asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
"I need a favor."
"Again? After the Octavinelle incident, I thought you'd never want to ask me anything ever again."
"Leona, please." You sighed, walking closer to his bed so he could see you.
"You look like shit." He commented.
"Leona." You scolded lightly, before shaking your head. "Look, it's not like I want to ask you a favor. But you're the only one I can sort of trust in this damn school that won't also get in trouble for helping me."
"Hmm?" He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of favor is this that you're worried your friends will get in trouble for helping you?"
"Vil has us on a really strict diet, and I can't eat any of it. But when I bought my own food and hid it from him, just so that I could eat and not bother him or anyone, he either tampered with it or threw it out. If I try again, I'll get in trouble, as will Ace, Deuce, and Grim if they help me. I would go to Jack, but he's still an underclassmen to Vil, so he might get in trouble too. But you're on the same level as him, so he can't scold you."
"As if he would try. What exactly are you asking of me?"
"Please, Leona, I need some food."
"Ha?"
"I'm not asking for a five course meal, just a little bit of food. Even just a small meal, or a bit of a portion of food from the meals your dorm eats. Please, Leona." He mulled it over for a few moments, the silence hanging heavily in the air.
"On one condition." He smirked, sitting up in his bed, leaning against the headboard.
"What?" You asked, apprehensive of what he may ask you to do. Target practice? Hours and hours of chess? Personal servant for an indefinite amount of time? What?
"Beg me. Beg me properly." You breathed a sigh of relief, happy that was all he wanted. It might be embarrassing, perhaps even a bit degrading, but at this point, you're desperate.
You sunk to your knees, looking Leona in the eyes. His eyes widened momentarily, in shock that you're actually willing to do what he asked. You clasped your hands together in front of you.
"I am begging you Leona. Please, help me." You begged. "I need your help, please."
"Alright, alright." He waved off your begging. "I'll tell Ruggie to make you something. And you can come and go whenever, and take food, just don't take too much."
"Thank you! This means so much, Leona." You thanked, shooting up from your position on the floor in front of him as he got up from his bed.
"Don't mention it." He sighed, walked towards the door. "I'm serious. Don't tell anyone about this." He glared.
"Never." You swore, crossing your heart with your pointer finger. He raised an eyebrow, confused at your action, but rolled his eyes.
"You coming or what?" You scrambled to quickly follow after him out of the room and towards the kitchen.
Azul Ashengrotto
"I'd like to make a deal." You had said to Jade, as he was the first one you saw upon entering the Mostro Lounge. He only smiled, that scary smile he always has on his face, and gestured for you to follow him, which you did.
He led you through the lounge, and to the back. Azul's office door was closed, as it usually was when you came to visit. You had grown quite close after the incident at Scarabia, and visited every now and then. But you hadn't been able to since Vil and the others had moved in.
Jade opened the door after knocking, telling Azul that he had a visitor. Azul looked up to see you, and smiled.
"What brings you here today?" He asked.
"They'd like to make a deal." Jade said cryptically before leaving. Azul looked at you, a little shocked, but it barely showed on his face.
"Is that true?" You nodded. "What can I do for you then?"
"I don't have much to offer in exchange for my request." You warned.
"I am aware. But I'm sure we can come up with something." His customer service persona was shining through, and it was almost impressive. "Now, what can I do for you?" You hesitated. "I have had my fair share of weird requests, rest assured, there's nothing to be embarrassed of." He tried to reassure you.
"Food." You weakly mumbled, almost pained by the request.
"I'm sorry, I fear I may have misheard you." He blinked, looking like a statue for a moment. "Did you say you wanted... food?"
"Yes.." You nodded.
"I apologize, I'm just a little confused. May I ask why you want food? I mean, don't you have food at your dorm? I know the budget is limited, but..." he trailed off.
"Vil, has put the entire team for the VDC/SDC on a very strict diet. And while I get what his intentions are, I can't eat the things he's trying to make me eat. I tried to buy my own food using the money I got from working shifts here, but he either threw it out or tampered with it. I'm sorry to be such an inconvenience, Azul, I'm just... I'm at my limit. I'm starving."
"He tampered with your food? How?"
"He hexed it." You told him. "It was just supposed to be to deter the others from eating it, since technically I don't need to be on the diet, but he did it to my private food stash too, so I fear he may be trying to make it so everyone has to eat the same thing. But like I said, I can't eat it. I can't. So, I'd like to make a deal. In exchange for some food, I'll work for free or something at the Mostro Lounge after the VDC/SDC." You tried to bargain.
"No, no, no, that simply won't do." He shook his head. "You already get an employee discount, but I'll comp your meals until the VDC/SDC is finished. Everyone should be allowed to eat." He told you. "Come in anytime, I'll inform the other employees that you are not to be charged."
"Really?"
"Yes. But, on one condition."
"What's the condition?"
"Come here when you have free time. Your company is nice, and it has been too long since we have spent time together." You smiled at him.
"It's a deal." You agreed. "Thank you, Azul. You're amazing! I mean it! This means everything to me!" You praised.
"Yes, I am. Feel free to spread the word about how generous I am." He laughed lightly. "Go outside and order something, then come back in here. You can do homework and eat as I work on contracts." You nodded, walking out to find Jade to order some food.
Idia Shroud
It was Ortho who had suggested it. He knew you and his brother were close, or at least closer than Idia was to the other students in this school. Ortho was concerned about your health, seeing it slowly decline as you weren't able to eat. He had practically dragged you to his brothers bedroom door out of concern for your health.
"Big Brother!" Ortho called. "Your friend is here, and they need your help." No response. You knocked rather loudly.
"Idia, I need to talk with you, please." You called out. A silence settled, and you were about to give up when the door opened.
"Come in." Idia said, allowing you into his dorm. He gestured for Ortho to come in to, but Ortho flew off before he could ask. "Ortho said you needed help."
"I hate to ask." You sighed.
"Well," he stammered, "you... you don't have to."
"I kinda do though." You acknowledged. "Idia, can I... can I have some food?"
"Food?" You shocked him out of his embarrassed state. "I'm sorry... food? Why do you want food? No, wait, that was a stupid question!" He panicked. "Of course you want food, everybody wants food, it's a necessity of life, even in games you need food," he began to rant, "I meant to ask why you want food from me, or, or, or, why you need to ask me for food?"
"Because," You interrupted his stammering, panicking, fast-speaking state, "because Vil has put everyone on a diet, and he's tampered with any food he's deemed to be outside of the diet. But I can't eat what he's asking me to eat. I just can't, Idia. But when I tried to buy my own food and hide it from him, he tampered with or threw that out too. I am really hungry Idia. And I hate to ask this of you, but can I please have some food?"
"Oh... OH of course. I'll order food for you right away."
"I can't, eat it at my dorm, Idia." You warned. "Vil will have a fit." He pulled up his phone.
"Then I'll just have to order it to be delivered to here, and you can eat it with me. Can't get in trouble with Vil if another dorm leader invited you to eat with them, right?" You blinked, slightly shocked at his cunning behavior.
"But... what if Vil gets angry at you?" You asked.
"That is a scary thought, he's rather.... intimidating." Idia acknowledged. "But, if he can't find me, he can't scold me, and he's never been to Ignihyde." Silence overtook you both for a moment, before you burst out laughing, beaming at Idia.
"Thank you, Idia!" You smiled. He chuckled a little as well.
Malleus Draconia
You didn't have to look long to find your friend Tsunotaro. He never seemed to be too far away when you needed him. Which was nice, in this case. You spotted him not too far away from Ramshackle, and managed to sneak past Vil's room just quiet enough to get out the door, and speed-walk towards your friend.
"Hi Hornton!" You greeted cheerfully, the envelope you'd been hoping to give him tucked safely in your pocket. He turned, and smiled softly at you.
"Greetings, child of man." He greeted, watching as you rushed up to him. "It's been some time. I trust all is well?" You waved your hand in a so-so motion.
"It's been better." You admitted. "But I'm doing ok right now!"
"I'm glad to hear it. It's good to see you in high spirits." He smiled.
"I had a question. Were you the one who sent the holiday greeting card?" You asked.
"Ah... that's right. I did give a card to Lilia to send. I never received a reply though." A bolt of guilt shot through you, even though you had no real way to respond or know if it was him or not. Especially given the fact that you needed to ask a favor of him. "You've surmised correctly. You really have no idea who I am, do you? Heh."
"I'd like to give you something in return for the card."
Maybe after you give him these tickets, you'll be even, and you'll be able to ask this favor without guilt. You are friends, right? He's your friend, so he might be willing to help you. You handed him the envelopes with the tickets in it. He carefully opened it, taking out the tickets to look at them.
"Are these... tickets to the show they're putting on at this year's culture fair?" He asked, almost shocked at the gift. "Are you actually inviting me?" He looked shell-shocked. You nodded enthusiastically, causing him to start laughing. "You truly have no fear at all." He smiled at you. "Very well. I shall accept your gracious invitation. Will you be in it?"
"No, I'm the team manager." You admitted. "But Vil and Kalim will be in it?" He should certainly know them, you thought, as they were dorm leaders.
"Oh, you're the team manager? Pity." He hummed. "But Schoenheit and Asim will be in it? Heh. That should be quite the spectacle. I'll look forward to the festival. Have a good night," He began to bade. You panicked.
"Wait!" You exclaimed, reaching forward and grabbing his arm, causing him to look at you with a little bit of shock. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to yell. And I feel guilty for even having to ask this of you after it took so long for me to respond to your holiday card." You admitted, sighing as you let him go.
"Ask what of me, child of man?"
"I told you that I'm the team manager. Vil had imposed a diet for the entire team, and unfortunately, that includes me. But I can't eat anything that he's making us eat. And I tried," your eyes pricked with tears, desperate for a solution you were hoping Hornton could provide, "I tried to just buy my own food and hide it from him, so I wouldn't bother anyone and I could still eat. But he found it, and he threw out most of it, and hexed what was left. And I'm just..." You tried not to sniffle, as a few tears escaped your eyes out of frustration at your situation and the fact that you're crying in front of your good friend, "I'm desperate at this point, Hornton. I'm starving. So, while I hate to ask this of you, and you absolutely do not have to do this, do you think I could maybe have some food?" You asked, getting quieter and quieter as you continued to speak.
"Schoenheit is not letting you eat?" He asked.
"It's not that he's not letting me eat, but he's not listening when I'm telling him I can't eat what he's trying to get me to eat." You explained.
"He... he hexed your food?" You nodded to his question, hearing thunder rumble from somewhere in the distance, despite the fact that it was winter. "Come, child of man," he held his hand out for you to take, "we shall feast tonight. And if Schoenheit has a problem with it, than he can talk to the dorm leader of Diasomnia about it." You nearly started crying out of relief. Bypassing his hand, you just slammed into him fully, hugging him tightly.
He must be quite good friends with his dorm leader, you found yourself thinking as he led you away from Ramshackle.
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omg .. jjk men with a gf who collects plushies !! her bed r filled with them and these big n tall men (EHEM GOJO AND TOJI !!) probably cursed her poor plushies to death in their heads when they saw her cuddling it instead of them :((
jjk men vs their gf's plushie collection
featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, inumaki toge x fem! reader
warnings. cursing and them fighting your plushies :>
note. i'm writing this as i'm in a zoom meeting to discuss my finals with my friends, idek what's going on anymore and i think something's wrong with my stomach ngl :< anw, anon, i absolutely love this bcs imagine tho.. gojo squaring up with your plushie?? good instagram reel content. hope you enjoy this one anon, and all of u other sexies ofc <33
GOJO SATORU. he. loathes. your. plushies. like, he comes over sometimes and you call him from inside your bedroom â so he opens the door to your room and there you were, laying on the bed, cuddling a cute mochi plushie.
and he's all hysterical, yelling out and immediately pulling the mochi plushie out of your grip, "you're cheating on me with.. with this?" he kicks away your plushie.
"satoru, what's wrong with you?"
gojo furrows his brows and he points a finger at you accusingly, "why hug that?" he pointed at the collection of plushies surrounding you, "when you have this?" before pointing at himself proudly.
"you could've just said you were jealous, com'ere."
gojo immediately threw himself into your arms, making sure to "accidentally" kick your plushies out of the bed so the both of you could have the bed to yourselves.
"hey! my babies!"
"i'm your baby!"
TOJI FUSHIGURO. like gojo, i feel like he just hates the thought of you paying attention more to your plushies rather than him (but he won't admit that), so don't even be surprised anymore if one day a plushie disappears out of your collection.
"toji, have you seen my peashooter plushie anywhere?"
he shook his head, "no."
(he gave it away to a little kid in the streets, telling his mother he wss giving it away for free because it belonged to him when he was young)
"toji, have you seen my cupcake plushie? i swear it was just here yesterday."
toji shook his head, focusing his eyes onto the tv screen.
(he has a personal vendetta against your plushie he punches them out of anger when you're not home â and apparently manages to punch a hole into your cupcake plushie, so he threw it away).
and one day when you caught him in the act of swinging around a pokemon plushie by it's leg, so it all started finally clicking in, "you were the reason behind the disappearance of my other plushies, weren't you?"
"maybe. why d' ya' care so much about them? ya' have something better to huâ" you threw a plushie to his face to shut him up.
"you.. asshole! how could you?"
toji begrudgingly has to buy you not one, but two plushies for you to make it up to you (you just don't know how much he has thrown away behind your back).
INUMAKI TOGE. he aggressively signs to you that he's allergic to your plushies material (in an attempt to get you to throw them away), and you believed in him. you didn't throw them away though (much to his dismay), all you did was store them away and puts a few in the living room for you to hug when you watch a movie or when you just want to nap when inumaki's out of the house.
the male always pretends to be sneezing or coughing when a plushie or two is nearby him in an attempt to continue his act. but one day you come home and toge was just chilling in the living room, laying his head onto your plushie.
"... aren't you allergic to the material, toge?" you asked that so calmly he swore he felt chills run down his spine.
inumaki sat up straight, shook his head, and began singing how he is â but today was different and he just felt fine. then the next few hand signs weren't even coherent you didn't understand what he was trying to say to you.
"toge, you've been lying about your allergies, haven't you?"
inumaki's internally screaming and panicking, he kept chanting, "oh she's angry at me, what to do? what to do?"
"why did you do that? what are you hiding from me?"
so he just sighs out softly and signs about his whole feeling towards your plushie, and all you could do is laugh at him â but at the end of the day it's:
inumaki 01
plushie 00
since you proceeded to still store away your collections and keep only a couple.
Š CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !
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iâm not sure if you do requests but i was wondering if i could request enhypen boyfriend sunghoon fic where sunghoon goes from not caring at all for cats to becoming the proudest cat dad you could ever imagine when his girlfriend brings home a cat out of no where.
ིę°ÍĄ ŕť. kitty-incident!
đ¸ Í ŕŁâ¸° âinwhich. sunghoon doesnât understand his girlfriends love for cats but after she suddenly brought one home heâs kind of forced tooâŚ
đ¸ Í ŕŁâ¸° â࣪genre. fluff, sunghoon x f!reader, dog person sunghoon, cat person reader
đ¸ Í ŕŁâ¸° âword count. 1k+
ᯠೠjayjayâs note; hiii so sorry for the long wait, i was having trouble finding out on how i should write this! itâs a mix of smau and a drabble!
Sunghoon sighed, staring at the little kitten on the floor next to his feet. Y/n, his girlfriend had impulsively bought the kitten home from a shelter without even telling him she was doing so. Itâs not like Sunghoon hated cats, he was just more of a dog person.
Now, he was just told he had to watch the kitten for a couple hours. âYouâre cute, but Iâm still mad at you for scratching our couches. I canât believe your mom just showed up with you and didnât tell me.â Sunghoon glared at the cat as he spoke.
The kitten, named Yureum (chosen by the both of them) could sense Sunghoonâs passive aggressive energy from the day he entered the house. Since then heâs been acting like a little asshole to him, tearing up the furniture, knocking down Sunghoonâs things, and walking over the keyboard while he was trying to work.
Sunghoon rarely pet his âchildâ because Yureum always made sure to nip and scratch at him out of spite. So when he suddenly started purring and rubbing against Sunghoonâs leg he was surprised.
Sunghoon figured he needed more attention, and he started to feel bad so he shut his laptop, taking a break from his work to sit on the couch with Yureum following behind.
âCâmonâ Sunghoon said as he picked the kitten up with both hands, placing him on his lap. âYouâre so cute, if only you werenât a little jerk to me.â Sunghoon sighed as he gently caressed him.
Sunghoon yawned as he placed Yureum next to his head as he laid down, getting sleepy. âIâm gonna take a little nap, your mom should be home in 15 minutes.â He said as his voice started to slur.
Yureum stared at the sleeping figure in front of him for a little, a little tired himself so he snuggled up against his owner. Fitting perfectly in the gap between his chest and arms.
Sunghoon heard flashes and clicks as he began to wake up from his sleep, opening his eyes to see his girlfriend taking photos of him. âWhat are you doing?â He said groggily. âLook! You and Yureum.â Y/n shoved the phone in her boyfriend's face.
âY/nâAchoo!â Sunghoon cut himself off with a sneeze. âAre you okay, baby? Youâve been sneezing a lot.â Y/n asks in concern as she hands her boyfriend a tissue.
âWhat if I've developed an allergy to cats? Yureum has been clingy to me recently, what if the little shit got me sick.â Sunghoon suggested. âI know you donât like him much but what kind of excuse is that? I mean it could be possible thoughâŚâ Y/n lost the train of thought thinking about the possibility. âHe just loves you a lot, he cuddles with you a night more than me.â She pouted as she crossed her arms against her chest.
âI kind of wish he didnâtâŚI just have been getting itchy around him a lot.â
âI can make an appointment for you later today, just take some of my allergy pills and youâll be okay.â Y/n said as she walked over to the kitchen to fetch her allergy pills. She herself was allergic to cats but she didnât mind.
Turns out, Sunghoon really was allergic to cats. He tried to keep his distance after learning so. He doesnât know how Y/n deals with it.
But It was hard when the damn cat was always by Sunghoonâs side. When he was sleeping, when he was working, hell even when he was in the bathroom. He followed him everywhere.
âYureum! Seriously, Iâm just getting up to get water.â Sunghoon groaned as the cat purposefully stuck himself to his owner by digging his claws into Sunghoonâs knitted sweater. âDonât follow me.â He said firmly, placing the cat down after detaching it from him.
Yureum sat and stared at his owner as he walked away, deciding to ignore his wishes and follow him anyway.
âOh my god! Yureum, I almost stepped on you.â Hoon complained as he looked at the cat that was now by his feet. âYou have food and water, I was just petting you, what more could you want?â Hoon asked the cat. He looked crazy right now, heâs talking to a cat.
Yureumâs head slightly turned to the right. Taking little steps to get to his ankles, purring against them softly.
Sunghoon sighed as he picked his cat up. âGod, Iâm surprised Iâm not dead already.â He carried the cat to the shared bedroom between him and his girlfriend.
âAre we out of allergy pills?â Y/n asked, looking up from her laptop. She was currently working on a project for work and wanted some alone time.
âAlmost. Iâm tired and I can tell Yureum is too.â He set the cat down before he laid himself on the bed next to Y/n. âHe keeps following me everywhere, I donât know why. Heâs your cat. Iâm more like his babysitter.â He sighed.
Y/n gasps. âHe is our sonâŚand itâs because he likes you, Hoon. More than me actuallyâŚitâs kind of surprising.â Y/n shrugged her shoulders, âSee.â She pointed out as the cat was currently cuddling up to Sunghoon and not her.
âHoon! I know youâve been tired a lot recently and youâve been wanting a break from Yureum so I got someone else to watch him! You can go and hang with the guys tonight.â Y/n said as soon as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Sunghoon spit out the toothpaste in his mouth into the sink. âWho is it?â He asked as he put his toothbrush away. Y/n unwrapped her arms, grabbing the hairbrush on the bathroom counter. âItâs one of my coworkers, he said he loves cats and he has a day off today so he agreed to watch him.â She gently brushed her hair as she looked at the man in the mirror.
âYes, but who?â Sunghoonâs eyebrows slightly furrowed. âDoyoon.â Y/n said hesitantly.
Sunghoonâs eyes slightly lit up, he knew he was the said coworker. âActually, the guys arenât going out today. I can watch Yureum.â He said nonchalantly.
Even though Sunghoon could use his day off to hang with his friends he still decided to look after their cat every single saturday. Purely because he doesnât want Kim Doyoon, who has a massive crush on his girl, to look after their cat. In bold their cat.
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enha + boyfriend moments Ë ŕźâĄ â・Ë
pairing non idol!enha x fem!reader warnings none genre fluff est. relationship nets @k-films @kflixnet
a/n I wanted to try something different this time. sorry i went mia for so long :(( i decided to do something for all of enha boys and i hope u enjoy!! also i totally forgot abt jungwon's allergies while writing his part so less jus pretend he is not allergic to cats :((
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LEE HEESEUNG ă
i feel like heeseung would always and i mean ALWAYS trap you between himself and whatever other object is there near you. I honestly feel he loves to see you flustered and ears all burning red just from a mere touch as he very smoothly traps you between his arms, nowhere to escape. like, the look on your face is such a ego booster and this little "moment" has to happen at least once a day. It is just a heeseung coded move and it gets you worked up every single time.
"hee, I just had to go get groceries real quick, can you let me go?" You try to excuse yourself from his hold as you were trapped between the counter and his arms. "no baby," he bends to meet your eye level, "you left without giving me a kiss." he moves in so close you think you'll combust. "cmon baby, make it up to me."
more under the cut!
PARK JONGSEONG ă
we all know Jay's love language is acts of service and maybe even gift giving. cmon, its obvious that jay is the kind of person to always buckle your seatbelt for you, open any kind of door for you, cook meals that remind you of your culture and hometown, likee he is literally the sweetest boyfriend ever. he's perfect. he is also the type to always have a belonging of your in his bag whenever you both are outside. like that is so jay coded.
your day started with a quick breakfast at a cafe, and then your extravaganza at the amusement park. You and jay went through it all, the amazing food, the thrilling rides. he even held your hand the whole through the roller coaster to help you conquer your fear. he was there every step of the way and you both had so much fun. the sun had started setting and so you both get seated at a highly reviewed restaurant in the park for dinner. Just as the food came, you wanted to tie your hair up, feeling scorching due the humid air and all that walking you did. noticing you were having trouble finding your tie, Jay casually puts his wrist closer to you where a hair tie was sitting. "here, i kept an extra."
SIM JAEYUN ă
jake is definitely the type of boyfriend to take you out on night drives. windows rolled down, music blasting in the air, one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with yours. you couldn't have spent your night with jake in any other way. he loves you with all his heart and i feel like one way of showing it is through songs, so what's better than listening to playlist he made for when he thought of you, while riding around the city at its most quiet hour?
"baby, i just added some new songs to the playlist." he confesses, giving your knuckles a sweet kiss before bringing it back onto your lap. "yeah? lemme hear it jakey." he giggles as he presses play "i love you, my girl." he looks at you the whole time you were listening, together on a blanket as you indulge the beautiful night sky.
PARK SUNGHOON ă
one thing that sunghoon loves but doesn't want to admit is waking up in your arms. quite literally, he loves falling asleep on your chest with your hand massaging his back and hair. ugh, he'd just melt to sleep then and there itself. don't get him wrong, he absolutely loves seeing you under his arms first thing in the morning. but, something about being in your embrace where he can be vulnerable and himself is just far much better. he absolutely love your sweet and hoarse voice as you greet him a good morning and then proceed to pepper his precious face with kisses to start of the day right. he feel so much better with you and your presence.
the little kisses being left on the top of sunghoon's hair wakes him up. he looks up at you from his place, hair all strewn, arms wrapped around your midriff while head tucked inside the crook of your neck. you giggle softly at his sleepy smile before running a hand through his hair, "good morning, sleeping beauty." he huff as you see the evident pink on his cheeks. "good morning" comes out muffles due to how close his mouth is to your skin, placing gentle kisses and squeezing your waist. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, giving you a full, sweet good morning kiss and murmuring that he wants to stay five more minutes in bed.
KIM SUNOO ă
this is such a sunoo coded thing. but, he absolutely LOVES doing masks and manicures with you. like, imagine just sitting on your bed, face masks on and gossiping about anything and everything while painting each others' nails. sunoo is the type of boyfriend in whom you'll find a best friend. like, he is always the first you would go to share news and stuff and vice versa.
"and so because of niki, we got the rest of the day off!" sunoo exclaimed finishing the mini story of a recently occurred event. you couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the story. minutes pass, and now he is painting your nails this time, both of you rocking a baby pink color. you both end up binging 2000s rom-coms before dozing off sleeping soundly in each others' arms.
YANG JUNGWON ă
ugh. jungwon is such a soft boyfie. he is always by your side helping/accompanying you to anything and everything. jungwon is very kind and caring and takes care with so much love, he loves you more than himself. he is the type to always greet you with warm hugs and cheek kisses. hand holding when going on a stroll outside no matter the time of day. he is also very BIG on words of affirmation. he is always telling he loves you and he makes sure you know.
"omg! won, look!" you point at the stray cat that was situated under a tree near the trail of the pretty park you both are at. he looks at it with wide eyes before slowly moving towards the cat, wanting to greet it. once the ginger cat understands that you both mean no harm, it starts to get close with jungwon rubbing up against his leg. "it is so cute won, it looks just like you!" you exclaim resulting in a chuckle from your boyfriend. he slowly picks up the cat, bringing its face close to his before turning to you. "see baby, you can't tell the difference between me and the cat, can you?" you chuckle softly kissing his cheek. you both decide to take the cat to a vet and then give it some food and shelter for the night.
NISHIMURA RIKI ă
this kid. as much as playful he is, he is as equal in being sincere and true to himself and your relationship. he loves to tease you. i think quality time is one of his ways of loving you, so i can def see you both out on adventurous dates together. whether it be basketball dates, going to an amusement park together, spending time with each other at 4 am having ice cream, anything and everything you do, it's always filled with love and laughter that make up wonderful memories.
"come on baby, try and take it from me." niki exclaimes as yet again steals the basketball from your hold dribbling slowly towards the basket. "ugh, you and your damn long legs." you mumur. he laugh at your comment before stopping in front of you. he is so close that you know you are going to turn red soon if he doesn't back up. "here." he puts the ball in front of you, and you have to declare yourself stupid because inches before you can get the ball, he raises his arms, putting the ball way out of your hold. "riki! not fair." you out as you try and jump to get the ball. Niki simply laughs at your silly attempts. "you are so cute, you know that?" he bends to meet your eye level, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. "i love you" knowing the effect you had on him, you managed to snatch the ball before running away and yelling, "i love you too dork!" niki smirks at your escape before chasing after you.
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ZZZ Headcanons
Help this game has taken over my free time I love these characters sm <3 Billy Soukaku and Ellen my beloved
Nicole: has a not so secret hobby of bedazzling anything and everything. Itâs a real problem in the Cunning Hares apartment, nothing is safe from pink rhinestones and stickers
Anby: cracked at rhythm games to an alarming degree. Can do a 2 person extremely hard DDR song all by herself
Billy: I donât know how they did it but they programmed an android with autism. Has his own version of a skincare routine which is basically just maintenance on all of his tiny mechanical parts. Can also gain power multiple ways, including solar power. The apartment complex where the Cunning Hares live had a blackout once and everyone used Billy as a personal charging port. Nicole promised to pay him in Starlight Knight merch.
Nekomata: cuts her own hair and offers to do it for other people. DO NOT trust her when she says sheâs good at it
Grace: did gymnastics as a kid which is why sheâs able to pull off a ton of backflips and flexible maneuvers in battle
Anton: uses actual cement to keep his hair spikes in shape. Koleda caught him in the act once and instead of chewing him out, she decided to apply some to her own hair and now theyâre cement combover gang
Ben: is completely vegan and loves chilling at hot springs a lot. Still sleeps with stuffed animals btw
Koleda: Iâm making it canon right now Koleda is trans and you canât do shit about it. Also has welding as a hobby and made most of her accessories from scratch
Corin: when not in Victoria Housekeeping Co uniform, is a Jfashion junkie. Iâm talking super dedicated Lolita fits, menhera inspired clothing, the whole shebang. She ofc designs a lot of her own stuff like her bear backpack and is also responsible for a lot of the accessories Victoria Housekeeping Co wears (Rinaâs bows, Ellenâs shark jaw head and neckpieces, Lycaonâs eyepatch and tail straps). She also has a massive crush on Ellen and is too scared to admit it
Rina: has a fur allergy and canât keep animals around. Which also means sheâs allergic to Lycaon. She has to take so much Zyrtec before clocking in but has such a good poker face that Lycaon has no idea. Ellen knows tho
Lycaon: specifically wears the heeled boots and has his odd posture because heâs self conscious about his digitigrade legs, he thinks theyâre unsightly for a butler of his standing to have. He also tries to encourage Ellen to wear a long maid dress like Rina does to hide her tail.
Ellen: coincidentally falls into a lot of shark stereotypes. She loves seafood, has to constantly be fidgeting or she feels like sheâll go mad, and the kicker, she gets frenzied around blood, or if the thing sheâs fighting puts up a struggle. Corin accidentally cut her hand while repairing her saw blade once and both Lycaon and Rina could barely hold Ellen back once Corin began bleeding. Ellen feels awful for scaring the already timid girl. Corin secretly thought it was hot and would die on the spot if anyone knew that
Soukaku: despite being a huge foodie this girl cannot cook for shit. Is also physically cold to the touch and during the summer her coworkers will ask her to hold their drinks because theyâll stay cold. Soukaku always secretly sneaks sips every time they do this to her.
Miyabi: has the worst sleep schedule known to man. Sometimes youâll find her awake at 3AM and conked out by 4PM, other times she goes to bed at 8PM and wakes up at 4AM. Itâs inconsistent and irregular and a gamble trying to contact her outside of work because she might not even be awake
Harumasa: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY. Also pretty cracked at chess and other strategy games. Is also a major old fashioned guy and doesnât own a lot of modern technology. Heâs not into retro or old stuff, he just doesnât like new stuff
Yanagi: her glasses are fake. When she was younger she needed them, but her vision had naturally gotten better over the years, so she now wears contacts, but for some reason still insists on wearing her glasses. Loses them constantly during battle.
Lucy: even though she was forced to play piano as a kid, she really wanted to be a sporty girl and play stuff like soccer and baseball. Now she has the freedom to take part in the sports she likes and watch them surrounded by the people she likes
Piper: insanely picky eater to the point it drives Lucy up a wall. Is also picky about a lot of other things, like how different fabrics feel, different comfort levels of chairs and beds, girl is a complainer and will always find something to complain about
Lighter: has a side gig as a tattoo artist, has really stable hands too
Soldier 11: has 5 younger brothers, a younger sister, and 2 older siblings who she doesnât see super often. Has divorced parents who also liked to adopt, which is why she has such a huge family. Her younger brothers love it when she comes home and plays secret agent military with them
Seth: canât drive. Thatâs it send tweet.
Qingyi: is outwardly dismissive of meditation tricks and hacks and tips but utilizes that shit in private ALL the time.
Zhu Yuan: shares the vegetables she grows in her garden with all her neighbors. Is also a REALLY good cook to the point people have encouraged her to potentially consider a different career path
Jane Doe: the rat girl has pet rats go figure. But in all seriousness sheâd die for her little guys. She has a white one named Cocaine and a brown one named Tobacco and a gray one named Crystal Meth. She thinks the names are hilarious and every time she introduces the rats to other people their facial expressions are priceless
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biblically accurate modern!husband!anthony hcâs đ¤
first post here ! <3 i hope u love it <3
- anthony âi love my wifeâ bridgerton trying to go about his daily life when he quite literally wants to stay in bed all day with you.
- anthony is THE lightest sleeper on earth. if you get up at night, youâll come back to the bedroom and hes just sitting up in bed half asleep like đ§đťââď¸
- speaking of, if you even want to get up, youâll have to wriggle out of his death grip. he will hold onto you throughout the entire night, and if itâs hot, heâll make sure to have a hand sprawled across the bed onto you.
- sometimes you have to remind him to back off a little because he genuinely acts like you might die every time you leave the house
- insists you call/text him (preferably call) when you arrive at at wherever youâre going so he know you didnât get hit by a car or something on the way there
- speaking of, Anthony texts like he he does not understand what a phone is.
- quite literally really only uses his dadâs old desk phone and emails. he owns an iphone 7 that is usually sitting in the back of his bedside drawer for days at a time.
- he loves all of his siblings equally, but Hyacinth has him wrapped around her finger at all times.
- will do pretty much anything for his wife, but is much more firm with his siblings.
- which is why every time they need something and you arenât around, Hyacinth is sent to give him her best puppy eyes. he folds almost instantly every time without fail.
- genuinely does not really have many âfriendsâ that arenât also family. he used to in college, but he just doesnât find it necessary anymore, and also doesnât have the time.
- he has reading glasses. enough said.
- scared of bugs.
- talks about pretty much everything with Benedict, who heâs probably closest with in his family besides his mother.
- used to play with/take care of Hyacinth as a baby when Violet was grieving.
- sometimes struggles to pronounce big words when heâs arguing and it pisses him off so much he has to leave the room.
- likely has most of his siblings set up with a therapist, but doesnât get one for himself until his wife tells him to.
- all of his spaces are organized meticulously, usually by color or number order.
- will check to make sure every door to the house is locked at least three times before going to bed.
- which can take up to an hour when staying at Aubrey Hall.
- we all see how he softened in season 3. his siblings tease him about it sometimes, but theyâre all delighted. and he couldnât care less. he thinks he is the luckiest man on earth and rolls his eyes every time he thinks of how angsty he was.
- if you have children, heâs the most loving father in the world. will wear a tutu if the need arises.
- he canât have you in his office for more than thirty minutes or he gets distracted.
- he didnât cry for years after his dad died, and now he cries about once a month.
- most animals love him for some reason.
- has nightmares relatively frequently after edmund dies, but they die down as he gets older.
- favorite color is navy blue. changes to light blue once heâs married.
- good with babies and toddlers from when hyacinth was little.
- you make him take breaks while he works everyday, and they become his favorite parts of the day. you bring him tea and sit in his lap and pet his hair, sometimes he falls asleep. he tells you to wake him up but you never do.
- still uses an alarm clock.
- refuses to leave bed until ten am every day.
- smells like sandalwood and cinnamon.
- idk why but i feel like he fucking LOVES sudoku puzzles.
- but dont ever ask him to do a real puzzle thats more than 50 pieces or he may start crying.
- type of mf to read actual newspapers.
- no one in the family has serious allergies, but he still keeps an epi pen everywhere just in case.
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