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A Fresh Start [1]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of fake name, reader is hiding from a shady past

Word Count: 4,506

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn't meant for everyone.

Chapter #01: TWO PORGS, ONE BLASTER

Chapter Summary: The Marshal is looking to hire a nanny, and you just so happen to be moving into the city.

“remember to live while you’re busy surviving.” -d.j.

Din Djarin was busier these days than he ever had been before. Even compared to years ago, when he was picking up dozens of bounty pucks and collecting quarries left and right, it was nothing compared to now. If he had known that being Nevarro's marshal would be so hectic, he may have never accepted it. At the thought, he sighed. That was a bold faced lie. He still would’ve taken the job in a heartbeat because the pay was better than anything he had ever made previously. Speaking strictly in terms of credits, it was significantly less than the various bounties he’d pick up, but the job brought him peace of mind. It brought safety to Grogu. More than just safety, it gave the child the opportunity to grow and learn in an environment where he wasn’t at risk. They had settled here a couple of months ago, and for most of that time Grogu had been happy and free of night terrors. It was a blessing Din couldn’t quantify. He’d work every second of every day if it meant the child grew up safe and loved.

At the thought of his son, he picked up his pace toward the repair shop run by Peli who had ventured from the sands of Tatooine to the growing and thriving Nevarro. She was usually the one who watched Grogu while he was working. When Peli couldn’t, there were a handful of others in town who were more than happy to help out. Din was eternally grateful that the community was willing to go above and beyond as a favor to him. In the beginning, he had actually brought Grogu with him on the job. It wasn’t absurd. Back in the day, when his journey with Grogu first began, he brought the child along on bounties. A day in the life of a small community Marshal was actually quite tame in comparison. Still, that wasn’t normal, and Din wanted normal. School would be starting up soon, as summer ended, and Din was excited to get Grogu enrolled.

He had a stable job and they had a home. Starting Grogu's education was the next step in establishing picture perfect normalcy.

The loud noise of Peli’s shop filled the air as he got closer. All three of the garage’s hanger doors were lifted and open, and Din could see it had been a busy day for the mechanic. Ships, speeder bikes, droids. There was a large collection of mechanical works being actively repaired.

“Peli! Marshal's here!” A mechanic barked out the moment he stepped into the garage. Din turned his way, but the employee didn’t bother looking up from the work they were occupied with.

Din pressed further into the shop. Helmet glanced around, looking for a blur of chaotic green, but his eyes didn’t land on his son. “Mando!” Din spun in place as the curly haired woman marched up to him. Peli was one of the few people in Nevarro who didn't refer to him as Marshal. She said she didn't want it to go to his head. Other mechanics dove out of the way to avoid her path. Though she was short in stature, Peli could command a room with voice alone. Her jumpsuit was covered in splotches of engine oil. “Took you long enough!”

“Peli.” Din nodded in greeting. “Where’s Grogu?”

“Your son,” Peli jabbed a finger in his direction, “ate a handful of bolts today.”

Din stiffened. “He what!? Where is he?”

“Just joking. He didn’t.”

“Peli, that isn’t funny.”

“It’s not a joke.”

Din resisted the urge to palm the front of his helmet into his hands. He let out a weathered sigh, “Did he eat metal bolts or didn’t he?”

“Not today. No telling about tomorrow.” Peli scoffed. “This shop is no place for a kid! I’ve been telling you that for weeks now!”

Din set his hands on his hips. “No, you haven't.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking it!”

The sound of familiar babbling alerted him to his son’s presence, and Din turned in time to see Grogu quickly waddling in his direction. Argument with Peli forgotten, he grinned and scooped up the child who continued to babble enthusiastically.

“Hey there, you little womp rat.” Din rubbed his belly and Grogu wrapped his arms around his hand in response. The sound of his laugh made Din chuckle himself. As important as his goal of normalcy was, Din missed the uninterrupted time he used to have with his son. There was a lot wrong with their previous adventures, a lot of danger, but nothing beat the long days in hyperspace and hiding where his only responsibility was to care for the child. “I heard you’ve been giving Peli trouble.”

Grogu laughed again⏤ not even attempting to hide his guilt. Peli wagged her finger in his direction once more. “You see? It’s only a matter of time until he swallows one of my tools. Then what would we do? I’d be a tool short!”

“I’m sorry, Peli.” Din chuckled. “School will be starting up soon. You won’t have to watch him during the day then.”

“He’ll still need watching after, won’t he? Your work day isn’t done until evening!” Peli argued. “And what about the nights when you get called into work?”

Din winced, but he kept his head still so Peli wouldn’t notice. She wasn’t wrong. There had been a handful of times when Din's presence was required at the station and he was forced to drop Grogu off with Peli in the dead of night. She lived in a small apartment beside the shop, and her shop was on the way from their home to the station. Stopping to leave Grogu with her was too easy to resist. It wasn't like he could leave the child at home alone.

Grogu began to tap on the side of Din’s helmet and he began to bounce the child in his arms to distract him. “I’m sorry, Peli. I really appreciate everything you do for us. You know that, right?” Peli waved his words away with a huff. As brash and grumpy as the woman could be, especially on a busy day, he knew Peli loved spending time with Grogu and he knew that complaints aside she’d always be willing to help out. It was why he was so grateful for her. “My hands are tied right now. I don’t know what else I can do.”

“Hire someone, you lug!” Peli scoffed. “Get a live-in nanny.”

“Live-in nanny?” Din questioned, not bothering to hide his skepticism.

“Yeah. Someone who can watch little bright eyes around the clock when you can’t. Someone who’ll be there at 3AM when you get called into the office. Why do I gotta come up with all the good ideas around here?”

Din didn’t love the idea, but he couldn’t deny the merits of it. Once upon a time, he would’ve shot it down immediately. However, he wasn’t who he once was. Din had learned that going out on a branch to trust someone didn’t always end bloody. The community was filled with people Din had taken a chance on and was rewarded in his risk. He had friends he trusted, and they never would've been in his life if he hadn't taken the risk in the first place.

“Where…” Din cleared his throat. “Where would I even find one?”

“Whoop, whoop!” Din and Peli both turned to see a mechanic a few feet away. They had been buried under a speeder bike but jumped up in excitement. Dirty goggles hung around her neck and the light pink color of her skin made the black grease stains stand out more. “Howdy, Marshal Mando.”

“Nima.” Din greeted with a nod. He didn’t know every single person who worked for Peli, but Nima was Peli’s right hand mechanic. The young Twi’lek was extraordinary with a wrench if Peli was to be believed, and Din knew it took a lot to impress the older woman. “How are you?”

“Real swell.” Nima stepped closer, rubbing her hands on a rag tucked into her overall pocket. “Not to be nosy, but I heard you got a job that needs filling and I have a cousin who needs a job.” Din tilted his head and waited for her to elaborate. “My cousin is moving here⏤ well, let me clarify, she’s not my actual cousin by blood. We’re cousins by marriage. Her mom’s sister married my mom’s brother. We⏤ wait, they actually got divorced like a year ago so I don’t know if we technically⏤”

“Nima!” Peli barked. “The point!”

“Right, right, right.” Nima shook her head. “My maybe not cousin is moving to town, and she’s looking for work.”

Din lifted a hand to lightly grasp Grogu’s hands as the kid tried to pry his helmet up. “Does she have experience with kids?”

“Oh, absolutely!” Nima nodded. “She’s a superstar with kids. Total magic.”

Peli slapped her hand against the beskar of his chest plate then pointed at him. Din sighed and gave them both a slight nod. “I’d be willing to meet her, but that’s it. No promises.”

“She’ll be in town by the end of the week!” Nima cheered. “I’ll bring her around!”

Grogu began to whine, and Din thanked both women before making his way out of the garage. It was time for dinner and the child was quick to get fussy when a meal wasn’t on its way. Plus, Grogu had gotten accustomed to nights in the privacy of their home when Din would remove his helmet. It had become a part of their routine.

“Buir, buir, buir.” Grogu chanted.

“I know, I know.” Din chuckled as he unlocked the front door. Once in, he used his free hand to pull his helmet off and tucked it under his elbow with a smile.

Grogu patted his face in excitement. “Buir!”

“Let’s get some dinner ready, ad’ika.” Din stepped further in. Hearing Grogu speak Mando’a warmed his heart. Hearing him speak at all warmed his heart, really. Din was convinced his son knew more basic and Mando’a than he’d shown. The few things he did say he only said in the safety of their home. Another reason Din was excited for school to start, he hoped it’d excite Grogu into speaking more.

Din set the boy down so he could move around the kitchen easier, and he couldn’t bite back the smile of ease on his face. He loved his life, he loved his son, and Din didn’t think things could get more perfect than what it was right now. He just hoped adding in a new face wouldn’t disrupt their routine.

You absentmindedly let your fingers trace the ugly, jagged scar along your collarbone. The wound had healed months ago, but there was something about the rough skin that haunted you. It didn’t hurt. If anything the tissue there was numb, and that bothered you more than anything else. For some reason, it felt wrong that you weren’t in pain.

The transport ship rumbled to a stop as it landed, and it snapped you back into the moment. You straightened in your seat and glanced out the window. A year and a half ago nobody ever spoke of Nevarro. It had been a blip in the Outer Rim for bounty hunters and those hiding from the New Republic. Now, it was a bustling trade post flourishing with life. From where your ship sat on the landing pad, you could see the white and gray buildings of Nevarro stretching out into the black, glassed land of the mountains that sat on the edge of the lava plains. It still wasn't a very large community. Not yet, at least. Your eyes scanned the land beside the landing pad. You had lived in the beautiful greenery of Naboo, the bustling cities of Coruscant, and the sandy dunes of Tatooine. This was vastly different in comparison.

You let a few others leave before rising yourself. As you followed the very small crowd off the ship you stretched your legs out best you could without stopping. It had been a long trip from Mos Espa to Nevarro. The second your feet stepped onto the landing pad you heard your name being screamed by a familiar voice. It was almost odd to hear it said aloud after so much time, but the voice of your old friend kept you from flinching. A broad smile crossed your features and you barely had time to turn before you were tackled in a hug.

“Oh, I missed you so much!” Nima cheered in your ear. She squeezed you tight enough that all you could manage was a small pat on her back considering she had your arms pinned to your side.

“I missed you too.” You wheezed. “And now I’m beginning to miss air.”

Nima released you, taking a step back, and you sucked in a large breath. She bounced in place, her pink lekku whipping around her, “I’m so happy you’re finally here! It’s been way, way too long!” It was true, and seeing Nima brightened your mood significantly. “How was your trip-”

The beginnings of your name began to slip from her mouth, but your hand snapped out to cover her lips. Her eyebrows rose in confusion, and you just offered her a sheepish smile. "Soran. Call me Soran. Remember?" Her eyes widened and you could see a flash of regret in her eyes. She had simply forgotten. "It's okay. No biggie. Just... Soran, okay?"

"I'm so sorry. I just got so excited." Nima apologized. "Don't worry, I didn't use your real name with anyone in town or anything." You nodded and made your way to where luggage was being placed on the landing pad from the storage bin. Nima walked a step behind you. You scooped up your bag, wrapping it around your shoulders, and Nima looped one arm through yours. "I'm so happy you're here."

The words were said with such sincerity that it warmed your heart. It made you wish you had taken her up on her offer ages ago. She began to drag you across the landing pad toward the start of the town. Her cheery attitude and happy-go-lucky demeanor was contagious. She was talking up a storm, something about work, while you gazed at the street you walked down. The path was paved and the street was filled with people milling about happily. A few vendors sold goods in the open at stalls, and you could hear the music of a band from further down the street. It was a cozy and warm atmosphere, and it wasn't the kind of place you expected Nima to settle down.

You met Nima during your teenage years when part of her family married part of yours. The two of you had grown close and without a doubt she was one of your closest friends. Family really. It was why at your absolute lowest you had caved and accepted her invitation to join her in Nevarro. Nima worked at a local mechanic shop which turned out to be her calling. She had always been good at tinkering with anything mechanical, but she was thriving under the instruction of the woman she worked for. At least, that's what she was constantly telling you. Nima had found her happy place, and you were ecstatic for her.

“⏤and Peli is still awesome.” Nima continued. “When we're not busy, she's letting me work on this old Razor Crest with her. It's some sort of secret project and the ship is in really bad shape, but I'm learning so much. It’s the best job ever.”

“That’s amazing, Nima.”

“Oh! And speaking of awesome jobs, I got you one.”

Your eyes widened. “Huh?”

“A job and a place to live. I got it covered.”

“Wow. I’m…seriously impressed, Nima. So, that means your boss is okay with me helping around the shop with inventory and stuff?”

Nima paused, then cursed in her native tongue. “I knew I was forgetting to do something. I was supposed to ask Peli about you.”

“If you didn’t ask her if I could work there, then where am I working?” You questioned in confusion.

“So, the Marshal has this super cute kid, and he needs a round the clock nanny.” Nima gave you a thumbs up. You blinked in shock, unable to find the words to voice your disbelief. She took this as a victory cheered. “I knew you’d love it.”

You shook your head. “No, no. This is a bad idea.”

“What? No way.” Nima shook her head with a pout. “You need a job and you need a place to live. I got you both in one. Two porgs, one blaster.”

“I⏤That’s⏤You said it wrong.” You said.

Nima furrowed her brow at you. “No, I think you just don’t get it. It means, like, you have two problems, the two porgs, and one solution takes care of both. One blaster.”

“It’s two porgs, one stone.”

“Why would I use a stone to hit a porg when I have a blaster?”

“You wouldn’t, but if you had a blaster you could shoot way more than just two porgs.”

“Yeah, but you only have two porgs right now.”

You waved your arms in the air as if you could swipe away the pointless argument. “This is⏤ No. We're done with that. My point is, this is not a good idea. I’ve never been a nanny before. The last time I baby-sat a kid was literally ages ago, and it was for a few evenings. I didn't live with the kid or the family.”

“You’re great with kids. I’ve seen it!” Nima argued in your favor.

“Being good with kids is not the same as helping raise one.”

Nima shrugged. “Nuance. Besides, everything else in town right now is part time work and you said you wanted a full time job.” You had said that. The more time you spent busy, the less time you had to think. That was the plan at least Bury yourself in pointless work. “I mean, you could pick up the job of local physician.”

You stiffened. “Nima⏤”

“Our main doctor sucks. Like you wouldn’t believe. Laziest asshole this side of the Outer Rim. It's the one fault of Nevarro in my opinion.” Nima scoffed. “You would do so much better⏤”

“Don’t.” You said firmly, and Nima grew quiet. “I’m not… I’m not doing that right now. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m not allowed to⏤ to⏤” You cleared your throat. “I’m not allowed to practice medicine until the trial is over. Officially.”

Nima squeezed your arm. “The trial will be over before the year's end, at the latest, and there is no way they aren’t throwing that kriffing asshole in jail for the rest of his miserable life.” This was the exact thing you wanted to avoid. It’s literally why you ran away in the first place. “Nothing about what happened was your fault.”

“Nima, can we not?” You blurted. “I just…” Your lungs felt heavy and even though you were more than capable of breathing none of the air you sucked in was rewarding. “Tell me more about the job. The Marshal’s kid.”

Nima shot you a concerned look before nodding. “Right.” She forced a smile onto her face. “He’s a Mandalorian and his son is a 50 year old precious, green gremlin.”

“Um, what?”

Nevarro was shockingly beautiful. You had heard it was, and that it was slowly becoming a staple of the Outer Rim, but hearing it was different than seeing it with your own eyes. The population was about four thousand and it was constantly growing. Every single person you passed took the time to greet Nima, and she took the time to introduce you. It hadn’t been an exaggeration when Nima said it was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone. The two of you emptied out at the end of a street into a large, open plaza. In it's center sat a tall bronze statue of a droid.

“That's the Magistrate's building.” Nima pointed to the tall, intricate building behind the droid statue. It was active with people going up and down the stairs that led into the building. “Magistrate Karga is super cool. He used to hand out bounties to hunters. Wild shit.”

“So, the Magistrate was an Agent of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild and your Marshal is an actual Mandalorian?”

Nima nodded. “The Marshal's Deputy used to be a Shock Trooper.”

“Wow. I’m not sure I’m qualified to even live here.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll fit right in.” Nima slotted her hand into yours and began to drag you down the street. She had taken you to her small apartment first, to give you time to set down your belongings and wash up, but she was quick to pull you back out into the streets. It was cute how eager she was to show you around Nevarro, and you could tell between her and everyone you met how proud they were of their community.

Nima pointed out a few shops as you passed, but it was clear that her aim was to take you to the Marshal's station. You shot her a dry look that she only grinned at in response.

“Seriously?”

“He needs somebody super soon and you need a job. Plus, a place to live. You think I want you on my couch for the rest of your life?”

You shoved her with a laugh. “I haven’t slept on your couch a single night yet, and you’re already tired of me?”

“Just come on.” Nima dragged you building nestled amongst others. It was decorated similar as the rest of the town with white bricks and dark blue flags.

The Marhsal's station wasn’t overly large. Outside, parked to the side, were a few speeders and inside the front doors was a small lobby with a woman sitting behind a desk. Nima greeted her by name, introducing you in a rush, before pulling you through. The receptionist didn’t seem surprised by this behavior and didn’t make the moves to stop either of you. You wondered if Nima came barging in here often. Was she close to the Marshal?

The hallway from the lobby led into a clean and brightly lit room. The back wall was made of windows where the lava plains could be seen since the station was at the edge of town, and there were three desks planted in the center of the room. Off to the left side were two cells, cordoned off with silver bars, and you found yourself happy to see no one was currently being held in custody. Despite having the cells present, the entire room had a casual feel to it. A dart board was hung up on a wall, darts sticking out of it, and the desks were covered in office supplies and holopads.

“What’re you doing here, trouble maker?”

“Cara!” Nima cheered as a large woman stepped into the room from a different door. She untangled her hand from yours to rush over and greet this Cara woman with a hug. She was tall and broad, and the tattoo band around her right upper arm hinted to you that this must be the Deputy Nima mentioned earlier. The ex-shock trooper. She surely looked like someone who used to work in that line of action. “I brought my cousin by to say hello!”

Cara’s dark eyes rolled over to you in amusement. “Yeah. I see the family resemblance.”

"This is Soran." Nima introduced you with the name you had adopted months ago for the sake of anonymity. “And this is Deputy Cara Dune. Resident badass.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You offered your hand. “Can I call you Cara or do you prefer Deputy badass or…?”

Cara chuckled. “Cara works.”

“Where is everyone?” Nima glanced around the room. “I’m looking for Marshal Mando.”

“Hey, Mando!” Cara yelled back through the door she came in from. She marched past the two of you to drop down into a chair at a desk. She rested her hands behind her head and casually kicked up her legs. “Our generator out back keeps cutting out.”

Nima's eyes widened, curious, “Oh, yeah?”

“It’s been a wreck since early this morning.”

“Cara, it’s making that noise again. Can you call Peli?” A deeper, modulated voice called out. You straightened in your posture as a Mandalorian dressed in silver beskar stepped into the room. Everything you knew about Mandalorians came from legend and stories. You had never met one before. The Marshal’s broad figure and confident, yet casual pace, screamed power. A blaster was hooked to his hip. He was the picture of intimidation, and you’d find yourself nervous if it weren’t for the baby carrier strapped around his chest⏤ the one with a large eared, small green toddler tucked safely in place. It cooed happily with his hands wrapped around the fingers of the Mandalorians gloved hand.

Nima clapped her hands. “Don’t bother Peli! I’ll fix it right now!”

“I’ll show you where it’s at.” Cara pushed up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out and you watched in shock as your friend abandoned you with the Mandalorian and child. You blinked in shock, mouth held open. Suddenly, Nima stuck her head back in the room. “Oops. Mr. Marshal Mandalorian, this is my cousin I was telling you about.” She grinned at you. “Cousin, this is the mighty Marshal Mandalorian and his adorable green bean child I told you about.”

With no further words, she left once more. You were gonna kill her. Most definitely. The sound of a throat clearing made your eyes snap back to the man standing across from you. His silver helmet had a t-shaped visor of black glass that gave you no hint at the expression he wore. The two of you just stared at one another for a long moment. Awkward silences were the bane of your existence and you tried to avoid them at all costs. To a fault, arguably. You thrust a hand out to him with a nervous smile. "Hi. You can call me Soran. I'm the cousin Nima always talks about, but I'm not her actual cousin, er..."

"Right." The Mandalorian replied. He shook your hand. "Call me Mando."

"Mando? Like, short for Mandalorian?" You chuckled, and he didn't reply. You rubbed your hands against your pants. Thank the Maker, he had been wearing gloves and couldn’t feel your clammy palms. If you hadn't already decided to murder Nima for abandoning you in this situation, you would've chosen to do it for offering your services to this man. A service you weren't even qualified for. Still, you needed work, a lot of it, and if this was your best option you'd do what you'd have to. “So, is this your son?”

At the question, the child began to babble happily. His adorable, nonsensical words were a good distraction from beating yourself up over asking such a stupid question.

“Yes. This is Grogu.” He responded. The modulator gave his voice a husky quality that was hard not to notice. Grogu was still babbling, but now he released his father’s hands to reach out to you. He opened and closed his hands in a grabbing motion and at the small child’s request you couldn’t help but lift a hand up to him. Grogu grasped at your finger and you offered him a small smile. “Nima says you’re looking for a job.”

Your eyes snapped up from the kid to Mando. “Uh, yes. I am.” It was silent between the two of you again, save for Grogu’s happy voice. “To be honest though…" Your brain screamed at you to lie. Tell him you had an extensive history of babysitting and were well suited for the job. However, lying had never come natural to you. It always left a terrible taste in your mouth. You sighed, "I’m by no means a professional nanny. I’m actually not even an amateur one.” Mando didn’t respond or move his head in any way to hint his thoughts. You cleared your throat. “What I mean is, I like kids, and I’m responsible enough to keep one alive." You winced at your wording. "I just- I’m a quick learner and I'm dedicated to the work I put my mind to.” Grogu tilted his head in the cutest manner you had ever seen, but his father stayed silent. You let out a low whistle. “I am not doing a very good job of selling myself, am I?”

As seconds passed, you were tempted to throw yourself out the back window and find the nearest river of lava to jump into. Just to hide from your embarrassment. Finally, he spoke, “Where are you from?”

Your eyes widened at the direction his question took this conversation. “Oh. Naboo. I was born there, grew up there too, but I lived in Coruscant for a long, long time. Only recently moved to Mos Espa on Tatooine. That's where I just came from.”

“What kind of work do you usually do?”

As if this casual interview couldn’t get worse. You rolled various answers around in your head before settling on the best thing you could. “I worked in a medical clinic.” He was quiet and you assumed that meant he wanted more. As much as you hated lying, as terrible as it made you feel, this was a necessity you reminded yourself. This kind of lie wouldn't hurt anyone. It would protect you, keep you safe. “Receptionist." You blurted. "I scheduled appointments, re-supplied the stock, counted out credits. That kind of stuff.”

“Work…keeps me busy.” Mando said. “I just need someone else around. Keep an eye on the kid while I’m out and sometimes at night if I get called in.” Your eyebrows rose. “I haven’t ever hired a nanny before. I’m... not sure what it’s supposed to entail or the usual pay. I just need help.”

You nodded. “I can do that. I can be helpful. I’m not sure of the pay either, but I’m also not picky. Maybe just a trial period, and see how it goes? A learning curve for both of us.”

Mando nodded in agreement and held out a hand for you to shake. A sigh of relief left you and you tried to pull your hand away from Grogu who refused to let go of your fingers. You lifted your opposite hand to awkwardly grasp his outstretched hand and shook it once. You didn't quite know how to feel about this acquisition. This wasn't where you thought your life would end up. The thought of starting this job filled your belly with nervous energy. You had to succeed at this. Honestly, you were just happy the Mandalorian was willing to give you a chance. More than anything that was what your life needed. A chance. An opportunity. A fresh start. On the plus side, learning how to do a completely new job would be a good enough distraction from your past, surely.

A/N: if you see this on AO3 and think ‘omg she stole this’, I promise I didn’t. That’s me on AO3 too. Pinky swear.

#the mandalorian #din djaren #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #Female reader #mandalorian and grogu #grogu is a little shit #but a cute little shit #cara dune #peli motto #nevarro #star wars #i'm still stupid bad at tags #but whatever #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #nanny AU

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nothingbutnowhere · 7 months ago

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Hockey player au! John "Soap" Mactavish headcanons

Note: extremely suggestive of ghoap and a little hint of ghoap x reader if you are so inclined to read it that way (she/her used)

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Defenseman. Loves getting dirty in the d-zone corners, double teaming opponents and getting his stick in there, but still good at penetrating the o-zone and he's not afraid to drop down and hammer it in. The puck that is. (these are all things I've heard on broadcasts of NHL games, the innuendos that the play by play guys use are insane).

Menace! Absolute fucking menace!!! Mean bastard on the ice, intense in the locker room during games. Sass and tough guy act during media availability, all part of his rugged charm. But practice with the boys? He gets silly. Watch out! You could be getting pranked.

Backcheck, forecheck, paycheck. Heavy hits along the walls, BIG open ice hits, and killer hip checks (my personal favorite). Throws the type of hits everyone is always arguing about on twitter 🙄 He can be found in front of the net pushing and shoving opponents around. If you want a stick in the back he's your guy. Many, many a player has ended up in a headlock, getting a face wash after the whistle. On the shorter side for a hockey player which broadcasters always bring up but you'd never know by just watching him on the ice (they just hate a short king (anything under 6' is short in the NHL)).

He'll fight anyone, including the refs because that was a terrible icing call he absolutely had the guy beat! No he was onside! Tripping?! He dove!

Constantly dropping the gloves and getting into trouble. He'd be an enforcer if he wasn't a damn good player too. It's a good thing the players union keeps the fines low.

There's a whole YouTube page dedicated to his fights and hits with paragraphs of arguments on the legalities in the comments.

Scar on his chin from a skate cut during a game. Very scary in the moment because it bled a lot. Needed a ton of stitches but no major damage.

Has more points than you'd think for a non-offensive defenseman. He really is good in the corners and swiping pucks off sticks, popping them out to the offense. Many goals have been scored by a Soap takeaway and a stretch pass to spring Gaz for a breakaway.

He'll tackle his teammates during their or his celly. He really truly cares about the boys. It's evident in the way he plays, how intense he is on the bench, and the helmet kisses. Wait, what? Yep, hockey players will sometimes show physical affection via helmet or even a kiss on the cheek. Not often, but it's all very sweet 🥹 Drives hockey twitter wild.

Chews on his mouth guards like they owe him money and he can extract it by destroying them.

Oh, you wanna fuck with Ghost? You're gonna have to go through him first. Will go feral on a guy for so much as breathing in the direction of his goalie. Ghost appreciates him very much. Probably. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen is so special, something you'll hear (in not so many words) from Soap himself. At the end of a win he'll have the longest head bonk to Ghost. Saying what? We'll never know cause neither of them will ever be mic'd up.

I say this for Gaz too but THIGH. This man's thighs are tree trunks. Rucks up short shorts on purpose. For the media. And the guys. Ask twitter and they can provide many examples.

Mic'd up status: You cannot. Under any circumstances. Mic this guy up. You'd have to bleep the whole thing for broadcast. Shorsey levels of explicit, he's gotten unsportman like conduct penalties for it. He and Gaz are a dangerous duo when it comes to chirps.

Hockey hair status: Excellent. Mohawk is 10/10. Starts a new trend with the kids. Absolutely does warmups without his helmet to show off the flow. (Could also see him with a mullet 100%). Ends up with so much facial hair during the playoffs

Roster pic: kinda bad :( why does he look surprised? Why is his face so red? His hair is fucked up?? They didn't even fix his trademark look?! Where the fuck did they just pull him from to take this photo??? (I love when players have shitty roster photos idk it's so funny to me)

WAG status: only recently in a serious relationship. She's sweet and pretty, instantly good friends with the other WAGs and taken under their wing since this is all very new to her. Surprisingly, has dark hair (most hockey WAGs seem to be blond??). Posts a lot on social media, generally seems to be having a great time. Always seems like Ghost is in the background of pictures of her and Soap? Hmmm.... Don't ask twitter about that.

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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.

More hockey au: Ghost | Soap | Gaz | Price

Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guy's significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.

A/N: I didn't factor nationality into this. There have been very few Scottish-born NHL players and all of them were raised in Canada. Do with that what you will. I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #ghoap #hockey au #my writing #letterkenny reference

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doc-pickles · 9 months ago

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old friends, new adventures (nico hischier x emilia hess)

from the unless it’s you universe

Here’s my promised fic! I’ve been out of town so that’s why it’s late but I hope y’all enjoy it.

xoxo nina

“mama do we have any snacks?”

the door of the hischier house flew open as nina bounded through the door, quickly followed by a brunette.

“in the pantry,” katja replied as she smiled at the two girls. “hello emilia. good to see you around here.”

“thanks mrs. h,” emilia smiled as she caught the bag of chips nina threw her. her eyes darted to nico who sat at the kitchen table working on homework. “hello to you too nico.”

the twelve year old looked up from his papers before rolling his eyes and turning back to his work, “hi emi.”

“nico be nice to our guest,” katja scolded from her place by the stove.

“hello emilia how are you today? wonderful weather we’re having. say did you catch the game last night? riveting stuff.”

nina and emilia both burst out laughing and nico spared a smirk in emilia’s direction. their eyes met for a second before nina called her away, the two girls quickly leaving the kitchen.

“I wish you’d be nicer to emilia,” katja huffed as she made dinner. “you never know, someday you two might-“

“absolutely not,” nico cringed as he turned toward his mom. “you can marry her off to luca.”

with an eye roll katja smirked at her youngest son, “she would eat him alive. finish your homework.”

“right there! no not- shit nico if you break my easel you’re paying for it!”

“you say that like i don’t have the money to do that,” nico grunted as he placed the aforementioned easel in the corner of emilia’s apartment. “there?”

“perfect,” emilia sighed and flopped onto the couch that was still covered in plastic. “thanks for helping me, I appreciate it.”

“no problem,” nico grinned as he pushed another cardboard box towards the couch before flopping down next to emilia. “are you excited for your new job?”

emilia nodded and opened the box in front of them, stacking the books inside next to the couch, “kohler price is a huge publishing house which means i’ll get to work on more diverse projects. there’s only so many grimm’s fairytales that you can redraw before it starts to get repetitive.”

nico’s deep laugh echoed through the apartment as he pulled a book out of the box and inspected the cover. it’s about rapunzel, a young girl with long golden hair flowing across the cover with flowers blooming around her. the illustration is breathtaking, nico grinning at emilia’s name scrawled across the bottom of the cover as the illustrator.

“well you’re very talented,” nico held up the book as if it showed proof of his words. “but I don’t think you need me to tell you that.”

pulling another box toward him nico watched as emilia blushed deeply, busying herself with organizing the books onto her shelves in the corner, “it’s just nice to be out in the world and ready to explore you know? I mean you travel all the time for work.”

“yeah canada in the middle of winter is thrilling,” nico huffed with a smile as he opened the box in front of him. “nothing quite like freezing to death in-“

emilia looked up from her spot by the shelves and yelped as she dove on top of the box nico had opened. their eyes met and before she could say anything nico collapsed into a fit of laughter as her face turned an embarrassingly bright shade of red.

“stop! I didn’t think you’d be opening the box when I packed it,” emilia shrieked as she pushed the box into the corner of the living room.

“and you decided to pack your sex toys right on top?” nico huffed out as a wide grin spread across his face. “jesus how many are in there em? surely you don’t need all of them.”

“they all do different things,” emilia scoffed and nico raised his brows. “i’m not explaining vibrators to you hischier. some of us don’t have girls throwing themselves at our feet because we can hit a puck with a stick.”

“I do not-“

“don’t even try to correct me,” emilia smiled as she carried the box to her bedroom then came back. “when I went to that game last week every other girl I saw had your jersey on. not to mention the amount of screaming when you skated out.”

emilia grinned widely as a deep red colored nico’s cheeks. satisfaction buzzing under her skin she went to pour two glasses of red wine for them before returning to the living room.

“to your new adventure,” nico raised his glass with a smile as emilia rolled her eyes is mock exasperation. “and to old friends.”

“to old friends and new adventures,” emilia smirked as they clinked glasses.

#nico hischier #nico hischier fanfic #nico hischier fan fiction #nico hischier au #nico x emilia #nina writes

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themasquemacabre · 8 months ago

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Looking For RP Partners

Hello! My name is Riven! I am 30+, transmasc (he/they), and will only rp with people who are 21+ and LGBT-friendly. I have over 20 years of writing experience and I write novella-length replies. I do not expect length to be matched, but do appreciate effort. I am looking to write with characters (OCs are welcome and encouraged, as are canon characters!) from the canons my characters are from. I am okay with crossovers, depending on the fandom and context. I currently write for the following canon characters (with more to come!): - Agent Smith (The Matrix, original trilogy) - Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) - Jack of Blades (Fable) - Jareth (Labyrinth) - Magneto (X-Men The Animated Series/'97) - Puck/Owen Burnett (Gargoyles) (His about page is in the works, but should be done in the coming days) I write a lot of dark plots, including some dead dove content (mostly excessive violence, torture, and death. I avoid topics pertaining to SA and suicide, though), so do keep that in mind! I write predominantly on Discord, but am willing to accommodate by rping here on tumblr if that is your preference. If you're interested, please check out my pinned post for more details, send me an ask or a DM, or simply like this post and I'll reach out.

#rpfinder #rp finder #rp advert #marvel rp #fable rp #matrix rp #bg3 rp #labyrinth rp #gargoyles rp #also where did all the rp finder blogs go? I've only found like one active one?

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roleplay-today · 7 months ago

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Hello! My name is Riven! I am 30+, transmasc (he/they), and will only rp with people who are 21+ and LGBT-friendly. I have over 20 years of writing experience and I write novella-length replies. I do not expect length to be matched, but do appreciate effort. I am looking to write with characters (OCs are welcome and encouraged, as are canon characters!) from the canons my characters are from. I am okay with crossovers, depending on the fandom and context. I currently write for the following canon characters (with more to come!): - Agent Smith (The Matrix, original trilogy) - Astarion (Baldur's Gate 3) - Jack of Blades (Fable) - Jareth (Labyrinth) - Magneto (X-Men The Animated Series/'97) - Puck (Gargoyles) (His about page is in the works, but should be done in the coming days) I write a lot of dark plots, including some dead dove content (mostly excessive violence, torture, and death. I avoid topics pertaining to SA and suicide, though), so do keep that in mind! I write predominantly on Discord, but am willing to accommodate by rping here on tumblr if that is your preference. If you're interested, please check out my pinned post for more details, send me an ask or a DM, or simply like this post and I'll reach out.

#roleplay request

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west-tokyo-incidents · 1 year ago

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Matsue Misaki woke up.

In a pretty comfy bed.

It's not hers, though.

She sits up rapidly and immediately regrets it, pain lancing through her back as she yells. Her hand flies to her back and she whimpers at feeling the bandages there.

The door opens and someone comes rushing in. She's lowered back down onto the bed.

"Please don't move much. There was broken glass in your back."

It's Kei's voice.

She looks up at him with panic... And just stares. Kei makes a face, a slight flinch.

"It's okay... You're okay, I promise, no one is going to hurt you."

"They're ghouls." She blurts out.

"...Yes." Kei sighs and pulls up a chair, nervously chewing his lip and picking at his fingers.

"Orgullo... And Akira... They're..."

"Yes."

She stared past him. She'd slept with Akira. She'd been alone with them so many times. How many times could they have... And Kei knew???

"You're a Dove, why--"

"Was. I was a Dove." He reminded through nervous stutter.

Her mouth opened and closed again, "Why?"

"...I made a promise to a grieving father and husband. An old friend of mine that I never knew was a ghoul either." He suddenly seemed serious.

"But they--"

"Have no choice." Kei was still anxiously avoiding eye contact, staring at the wall to his left. Picking his nails until they started to bead up blood, "And we torture them for it." He mutters the last bit under his breath, not intending for Aki to hear it.

But she does.

And it makes something in her mind shift. The apology in Orgullo's eyes. The fact that she's alive at all. Saved from a ghoul by another ghoul, two of them.

And they didn't eat her.

"...what do you mean?"

"Huh?" Kei looks up.

"What... What torture...?"

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Paresse crouched on the balcony, staring down through his mask at the people talking in the large room below. Other Clowns. The more ~important~ ones. Laughing and chatting as they talk back and forth about something or another.

His mask is a full head one, mimicking a jester's cap with a triangular shape over his face. His pants were black and baggy. Little connected him to his mundane life. He wore a garishly colored top that cut off just below his chest, exposing the web of scars along his back; The deep canyons in his flesh that looked more like claw-gashes than surgical precision.

Someone made a comment next to him and he giggled, nodding along. He's excited to see what the Clowns will do about Puck, about Kaneki. Things were about to get very, very interesting.

His eyes narrowed as No Face looked up at them. Or at least angled his most recent mask towards them.

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Somewhere, fingers gently dried the eyes of a small child as he cried into his father's chest. He's cold. And tired.

And hungry.

His father promises him food soon, but he has to keep quiet.

The father could smell fresh meat nearby. He wanted to go find it, bring it back, but it was likely someone bringing their own kill home. He can't risk leaving the small boy alone if a fight goes bad.

A single, bright orange eye stared at them as the little boy hiccupped and tried to muffle his crying.

They're not feral. They're city ghouls.

"Puck..." A quiet voice whispered behind him, "Even if you take them back, the others won't be happy with it."

Puck's face darkened, but then he shook his head, "They'll be useful."

The Tiger threw the body in his hand towards their hiding spot.

"Eat." He called out, "We've had our fill."

The silence was almost deafening, even the child was silent. For a moment.

A shuffling, and then the father stepped out. He had one arm outstretched towards the hiding place, keeping his son in place.

"What do you want?"

"... just have a few questions, man, let the kid eat. Look at me!" He lifted the stump of his right arm, "I'm not gonna do anything."

The father looked pointedly past him, at the figure behind him. Puck sighed, then looked back.

"Yo, X, go on ahead. I'll be back. No need to spook them."

The short figure cocked its head to one side, then shrugged, heaving the body on its shoulder back to a better position and stalking away, out of sight.

The father moved to stand between the body and Puck, then motioned to the kid, who came out and began eating.

"What's your name?"

"Rage."

"...and the boy's?"

"None of your fucking business."

Puck held his hand up in surrender at the venom, "Gotcha loud and clear, papa bear. You from around here? Me and my friends are new. Hoping to learn the lay of the land. There's lots of us. We've got food and shelter, too. Abandoned spot out by the edges." Puck tilted his head to look at the kid. Odd, their white hair. Mom must've had white hair, too, to pass it on. The kid caught his gaze and froze. He flashed a smile.

"..." He can tell Rage is seriously considering it.

"Look, I can't promise everyone there will like you--like I said, we're not from around here--but there's a shot that, with good information, the others will at least let you stay for a bit."

Rage tilted his head up. It's not a promise. And maybe an uncertain offer was more trustworthy than a solid, too-good-to-be-true promise.

"...if anything, it might be better than eating off the ground for a couple days."

Rage glanced back at the kid, who's face and hands are covered in blood, but still staring fearfully. The kid swallowed and looked at his father.

"... I'll tell you what I know... After you show me this group."

Puck smiled, "That's good to hear! Both of you eat up, I'll keep watch for you."

Rage didn't move, "I'll eat later."

Puck's smile faded a bit, but he shrugged, "On you, pops."

#Tokyo Ghoul au #ress writes #AAAA #Here Comes The Boy

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myloveforhergoeson · 2 years ago

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That's All She Wrote - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6

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Show: Big Time Rush

Pairing: James Diamond x Original Female Character

Chapter 7: Call me ~ 12k

There were many things that Roxanne enjoyed about having her own apartment. Privacy, for one, was one of her favorite features; how she could choose to see as few or as many people as she wished at any time. Along with that, came the peace and quiet she needed in order to write the songs that would help make her friends famous, the songs that would keep her in Hollywood like she had always dreamed.

So, when she picked up her brand new electric guitar to write some melodies in the time she had before work, a hockey puck-sized indent smacking into her wall and startling her was the last thing she needed. Not only was the noise loud enough to send her heart into overdrive, but she was in the middle of formulating a perfect chord for one of her older songs and had lost it in an instant.

Gently setting her instrument down, she marched over to the shared door connecting her apartment to the band’s and threw it open.

“What the hell do you all think you’re doing?” She cried, but her voice was lost to the crunching and cracking of hockey pad on hockey pad as the boys zoomed around their living area on rollerblades in full protective gear. A puck was flying somewhere on the floor that all four of them spied, sending them hurtling into each other, making even more noise and ruining her quiet morning.

The mess they had already created was made even larger as Kendall shoved James over the breakfast bar in an attempt to get ahead of the other boy, sending snacks atop it every which way. The blond reared his stick back and slapped the puck with a sickening crack, shooting it once again toward the wall the two apartments shared.

Now, it was clear to her that she needed to get out of the way or take a puck to the face, so she dove behind the small barrier that kept the hallway to the bedrooms out of view. Just in time too, as she spied Kelly making her way into the apartment with a large, orange air horn.

As soon as the boys scored a goal, wherever they had deemed the net to be, the puck was placed in the center of the room where the four gathered to start a new round. While they were oblivious to the talent scout trying to catch her attention, Roxy covered her ears as quickly as she could as Kelly blew the horn right into their ears, not only scaring the boys but sending them into a straight, attentive line in front of her.

When the girl emerged from her hiding spot, she moved to stand beside Kelly, excited for whatever was in store for the group today. Meanwhile, Carlos remembered the game at hand and body-slammed Logan one more time for good measure.

“Get your helmets off and your smiles on.” Kelly declared, referring to the pads the boys were still clad in. “Gustavo pulled some strings, and if we hurry, you can make the next Pop Tiger hot-new-star pinup fold-out special spring poster issue.”

“No way!” Roxy squealed, reacting to her statement and inadvertently cutting off something James was about to say. “The spring poster issue is my favorite edition of Pop Tiger. We’ve got to make this happen!”

“Um…” Kendall started, sharing confused looks with Logan and Carlos. “In English, please?”

Kelly and Roxy glanced at each other, displaying their disdain at the band’s ignorance. How was it they had made it this long as a boyband without knowing about cutesy teen magazines like Pop Tiger?

“It’s picture day!” Kelly settled on in lieu of a proper explanation. “Move it!” And blared the air horn one more time before leaving the apartment to go wait in the lobby.

The four boys still stood in their line, not quite sure what to do now that she had gone.

“Why don’t you just put on your favorite outfits? Or ask James for help styling your hair?” The assistant questioned, still trying to understand what the boys found confusing.

Once they had scrambled off into their rooms, she figured they’d be fine until they made it to Rocque Records.

About 20 minutes later, everyone was changed and looking their best. Kelly had texted her to let the boys know that it was just a simple shoot, so nothing over the top would be necessary. Just an in-and-out kind of session with a photographer whose name she recognized from past issues of Pop Tiger. Even she had taken time to change into a nicer, red mini-dress decorated with small white flowers she had been saving for a special occasion. Though she wasn’t going to be in the picture, it was still nice to have a reason to dress up every once and a while.

Making sure to grab a few of her old editions of the magazine from her nightstand in her room, she met back up with the guys out front of the hotel, where they piled into the limo waiting for them.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be in Pop Tiger.” James gushed, finally sharing the girl’s excitement.

After recognizing some of the emotion in his voice, Roxy felt a bit bad for cutting him off in 2-J earlier. It was their photoshoot after all, they should get to relish in the feeling far more than she should.

In response to the boy’s words, Carlos pumped his fist in the air, “I know! It’s totally awesome! What’s a Pop Tiger?”

“You can’t be serious!” Roxy slapped his arm before passing him one of her personal copies of the magazine.

“Only the most popular teen magazine in the world!” Chimed in James, holding up this month’s edition his assistant had been dying to get her hands on. On the cover was one of her favorite actors, Dak Zevon - the star of the Varsity Vampire series.

Oh, I’m definitely signing up for the home delivery service now…

Logan held up his pointer finger, trying to read the numerous blurbs covering the page, “Is that Roxy’s? Please tell me it’s Roxy’s.”

“Hey!” James pouted, “This magazine has great articles for guys too, like ‘OMG, I IM’D the Wrong BFF’.”

He passed off the magazine to Kendall, who seemed to be examining the cover with much scrutiny. To his credit, there was a lot to look at between the pictures of celebrities riddled across the cover, article titles stacked on top of each other, and the section in the bottom corner promising four life-size posters of JLS.

“‘What one thing would hottie hunk Dak Zevon bring to a desert island?’” The blond read off one of the article titles in a mocking tone. “I’ve gotta say, I’m curious!”

“Easy!” Roxy cut in without thinking. “His dog, Snowball. He’s just so caring…”

Kendall flipped a few pages into the magazine, taking a second to read the first few lines of the interview with the pop star. “Rox is shockingly correct.”

“What? What an idiot!” Carlos said, trying to take the magazine from his friend. “Everyone knows you bring a roller coaster!”

“Dak isn’t an idiot!” She slapped him on the arm again. “Take that back!”

At Carlos’ comment, it was finally time for Logan to jump in, “You don’t bring a roller coaster. You bring a flare gun to signal passing ships.”

“Oh, what, you don’t think people are gonna see my extreme looping coconut coaster?” The black-haired boy bit back.

“Your island is stupid!”

“Your island is boring!”

The two erupted into a slap fight causing Roxy to reach between them and bravely pull the magazine out from under Carlos’ arm. She was lucky she was able to get it out before they had done any damage to Dak’s cover image. After today, she was going to run down to the drugstore and pick up the issue she was missing. How did James get it before she did?

I wonder if he’d let me rip out the posters in his…

By the time the fight was starting to get out of hand, Kelly was on top of it, blowing the air horn once more to get their attention.

“Break it up.” She warned, voice clear and commanding. “You need to stay pretty. This picture could end up on the walls of millions of girls.”

“Did you say millions of girls?” Kendall, Logan, and Carlos repeated.

The woman nodded and there was a chorus of screaming from outside of the vehicle. As they pulled up to Rocque Records, a horde of teenage girls decked out in t-shirts, signs, and everything in between proclaiming love for Dak Zevon swarmed their car.

It was clear that the boys had not picked up on the fact that these girls were screaming out for someone else as they began to wave excitedly behind the tinted windows. With faces squished into the glass, the girls were doing their best to get a look at who was inside. Each of the band member’s faces lit up as they tried to roll down the windows and greet the people outside; their boss had to lock the manual controls to keep anyone from getting in.

“Kelly?” Questioned the young girl, looking over to her boss. “Why is there a screaming fan mob here for Dak Zevon?”

The woman shifted in her seat, casting her eyes down to the leather ledger she held tightly in her hands. “Maybe, because he’s recording vocals for Varsity Vampire 2: Game On here today?”

“What!?” Roxy gasped, loud enough to make Logan flinch beside her. “Why didn’t you tell us? If I had known Dak was here today I would’ve curled my hair and worn nicer shoes and oh, no, do I have extra lipstick in my bag…”

“Roxy, Gustavo is doing his recording.” Kelly tried to say gently, but the assistant was too busy digging around her small bag to try and find the tube of lipstick she knew she had. “He requested a private, professional session.”

Logically, she understood what Kelly was trying to tell her. The calm letdown was kind and probably more than she deserved, but there were few things she was going to let stand in her way of getting to meet Dak today. With an opportunity like this practically handed to her on a silver platter, how could she let it pass her up?

From on top of the car, somehow, one of the girls in the swarming pack yelled something about spotting Dak at the front gate and the mob that had engulfed the limo moments ago disappeared.

“Woah, where are they going?” Groaned James, seemingly oblivious to the entire conversation the assistant and Kelly had right in front of him.

Ugh, he’s so one-track-minded.

Once all the girls were gone, the band was given the all-clear from their driver and they began the trip to the studio. Once the doors were closed and the car sped off, the reality of what had happened finally set in with the group.

“What was that?” Kendall questioned. Clearly, he had never seen a crazy mob of fangirls - something he would have to get used to if he expected this band to go anywhere.

Kelly rolled her eyes, “That was a pack of screaming fangirls looking for Dak Zevon.” She held up the fold-out poster of him from the magazine James had brought to work with him.

“Just one great picture in Pop Tiger and those girls will be screaming for Big Time Rush,” Roxy added, hopeful that their shoot today would go off without a hitch. There was limited time if they wanted to make sure their picture was in next month’s edition rolling out at the end of the week.

Her comment was enough to connect the dots in the band’s mind and had them excited enough to practically dive through the doors of the studio to get to their photoshoot.

All they could think about was getting their picture on the wall of millions of girls, and it was the only thing mentioned all the way up the elevator and through the halls until they ran into Mrs. Knight and Katie, who had somehow beat them to the studio.

“Oh, Mom and Katie,” Kendall half-greeted, more confused to see them than excited. “Hey, what are you guys doing here?”

Katie was proudly clutching the same Pop Tiger edition Roxy desperately wished she owned. It was obvious she was here to see Dak too. “What, I can’t just come down to see my big brother, who I love?”

The comment touched Kendall’s heart, and his assistant hated to ruin it, but if Katie was here for the same purpose she was, her chances of meeting Dak were about to skyrocket. That little girl always got what she wanted.

“Are you here to see Dak Zevon?” Roxy asked, ignoring the dirty look Katie’s brother gave her.

“Oh, yeah!” The two girls exchanged a high-five. “I just want him to autograph this picture for my wall.”

James scoffed, “Really? I didn’t think you were into that stuff.”

“I’m a preteen girl. He’s a cute pop star.” Katie bit, folding open his picture in her magazine, “I’m not made of stone, you know.”

The boys exchanged mocking glances as Logan took a step forward to snatch the magazine out of the young girl’s hands. He swiftly held it up to his face, making it look like he was Dak, and pulled out a terrible high-pitched impression. “Look! I’m Dak Zevon and I love you, Katie Knight.”

Then, out of seemingly nowhere, the mob of screaming Dak fangirls rushed down the hall from both sides and tackled Logan to the ground. The group of about 20 girls held him down, poking and prodding him then pulling the picture out of his hands to learn that he wasn’t who he claimed to be seconds before. As quick as the pack had come, they were gone - off in search of their favorite teen idol once more.

“Now, where’s Dak recording?” Mrs. Knight asked politely, giving Kelly her award-winning smile.

Katie, Roxy, and Mrs. Knight all looked at the talent scout expectantly.

“Sorry,” She tried. “I’m not allowed to say.”

Lightly chucking, Mrs. Knight pushed Katie in front of her “Well, look into these eyes and say that again.”

The two locked eyes and Katie did her best sad puppy dog impression, filling her eyes with water and sticking out her bottom lip to pout. For a moment, the assistant could’ve sworn there was a small symphony playing behind her as they faced off.

“Studio B, down the hall to the right!” Kelly gave up, succumbing to the power of the puppy dog eyes. “Just stop looking at me like that!”

The Knight pair didn’t even stop to say thank you before toting off down the hall to Studio B. Watching anxiously, Roxy hoped she would soon join them.

How long could the photo shoot take anyway?

After that exchange, Logan had finally gained enough strength to stand back up after his mob attack.

“Girls- Many girls in the- Ouchies.” His speech was slurred as he stumbled around in a few circles, trying to get his arm back through the hole in his shirt. But, his struggles were quickly ignored as a strange pop-techno beat started playing from Studio A, exciting the boys. Dragging their dazed friend behind, they all ran toward the sound.

The glass studio doors were pulled open and the group tumbled in to find the lights had been dimmed. A handful of mechanical fans and photo lights had been set up around a plain white backdrop and were blowing a gentle, foggy breeze onto a middle-aged man and a younger woman, both holding cameras and dancing eccentrically to the music. Each time the woman pressed the button on the camera, a flash of light bouncing off the white backdrop would blind them.

“This is so not like school picture day!” Kendall called out, excitement tinged in his tone.

The sound alerted the man standing in front of the backdrop of the newcomers, quickly snatching the camera from the woman. Running up to the band, he stopped a few feet away and checked their position through the viewfinder, pretending to take a couple of shots. He shouted over the music, but whatever accent the man spoke with made it nearly impossible for the teens to understand him with the loud song playing.

“What?” They asked back.

The photographer tried yelling again, but his words were lost once more. After a moment he held his finger up and turned around to grab some sort of remote, shutting the music off.

“That’s better!” He cried, chucking the remote to the side of the room and taking out one of the many light fixtures, causing the girl to cringe. “So, how are you guys doing?”

The band answered in a garbled mess as their assistant lamented over the fact she would probably have to sweep up the broken light bulb after the shoot was over.

From the recording booth on the side wall, Gustavo emerged and moved to stand beside the photographer, clapping him on the shoulder.

“This is Marcos Del Posey, the best teen idol photographer on the planet.”

Marcos continued to move around like he was dancing, despite the fact he had shut off the music a bit ago. “Some say, photographer. Some say, magician. Mira! One camera.” He held up a camera in his right hand and took a few dozen shots, setting off the bright lights each time. “Now, oh, two camera!” He cheered, repeating his motions with both cameras before tossing them over his shoulders once he was finished.

Great. More, expensive, stuff for me to clean up later.

“Okay here is what I’m thinking,” Marcos continued. “Shirts open, hair blowing, with… the stuffy puppy.”

The lady who was with him earlier handed him a huge black and white stuffed dog, causing Roxy’s heart to melt - it almost made her forget the prospect of shirts open, hair blowing.

“Mr. Del Posey, you’re the creator of the stuffy puppy shoot?” She beamed, trying to keep her focus on the task at hand and not on James beginning to unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt. “My poster with Jesse McCartney and his stuffed rottweiler is one of my favorites!”

Just as the man was about to answer, one of the band members cut him off in protest.

“Woah, woah, absolutely not!” Carlos yelled, taking a few steps back from the photographer.

Marcos’ features twisted into a pout, raising the dog to his face and posing like someone was taking a picture. “Why of course I did, Miss!”

With a quirk of her lips, she turned to her friends, “I cannot wait for this shoot.”

They stuck out their tongues at her words as Gustavo moved to take the dog away from Marcos. Maybe the girl would be able to swipe one of the stuffies before the day was over and add it to her collection. That would be more than satisfactory if Gustavo didn’t want the boys to have a shot with them.

“What I want is a simple shot of four best friends just chilling and being themselves,” Gustavo commanded as Marcos waved his hands, forming the picture in his mind.

Kendall snapped his fingers and pointed to the two men, “I totally agree.”

“I totally don’t care.” Their boss snapped back. “Now, get on the backdrop and look handsome!”

The boys, for once, did as they were told and rushed over to the white curtain, testing out a few different poses.

Simple shoot, simple day. The assistant concluded and moved to sit down behind Marcos to jot down a few notes in her journal. In the contacts page she had started, she copied down the photographer's name and would move to get his number from Kelly later.

The studio lights were flipped on before the actual photographing began, and the woman Marcos had been dancing with before rushed over to give the band a bit of touch-up to combat the glare of the camera flash.

“I changed my mind about the island,” Carlos shared, turning to James who was combing his hair. “I’m gonna bring a fridge packed with ice cream!”

“Where are you gonna get the electricity, dumbass?” Logan hissed, low enough for none of the adults to hear.

“Electric eels, dickhead, duh!”

The two erupted in another smacking fight which was once again broken up by the sound of Kelly’s air horn.

“Dawgs, heel!” Gustavo yelled. “We need a great picture before the Pop Tiger messenger gets here in 2 hours. Now look into the camera and think about something funny.”

“Like Roxy’s crush on Dak Zevon?” Carlos quipped, cracking a smile.

The comment was enough to get the rest of her friends laughing as she sighed in protest. The scene looked perfectly natural, like a shot into the domestic bliss of the band.

They’re lucky they’re all so photogenic.

Her boss was about to flip his lid as Marcos was rummaging through his camera bag to find something instead of standing behind the camera. “Take the picture now, before something goes wrong!”

“What could go wrong?” The other man protested. “I am Marcos.”

The look Kelly shot at him was lethal, “Oh, you don’t know these boys, so snap the picture, now!”

The boys stayed where they were, laughing at Roxy’s expense, and Marcos jumped into position behind the camera. Slowly, his finger descended onto the photo button.

Just as it reached, someone yelled “Freeze!”

Everyone’s hands shot up in the air as two LAPD officers burst into the studio.

“Gustavo Rocque, you failed to report to your court-ordered community service.” The male police officer began as he and his partner moved Gustavo’s hands behind his back to handcuff.

Gustavo squirmed but confidently huffed out, “Officers, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about destroying Matthew McConaughey’s mailbox with…” The female officer looked around the room, eyes landing on Roxy and making her shiver, before they moved on to Kelly. “Her!”

Kelly was apprehended as well but squealed as soon as the officer brought out the handcuffs. An accusatory finger was stuck out at Gustavo. “He made me be the lookout!”

“Hey, I’m the victim here! He plays the bongos til 3 in the morning!”

“Let’s go!” The officer holding him spat out, pulling him from the room.

Her boss struggled for a second, “Wait, wait, let me at least get my workplace in order! Roxanne, take over recording in Studio B, the sheet music, and everything is there!” His screams got quieter as he was dragged farther and farther away. “And dawgs, take care of this photoshoot!”

At this point, she couldn’t even see him and he was still screaming, but his direction to help record in Studio B was more than enough for her to pull herself off the ground. She could barely contain her excitement as she turned towards her friends, a goofy smile plastered all over her face.

“You’ve got this right? It’s just a picture.”

Did she trust them? Yes. Should she? No. But every one of her thoughts telling her not to leave was ignored as she grabbed her journal and made her way out of the room. There was some protest from the guys but she could hear Marcos’ poor attempts at calming them down. That would do for now.

On the way out and down the hall, she passed company CEO, Griffin and his two bodyguards.

“Ah, Miss Somerset, you look lovely today! Where are you headed?” He greeted her, raising one brow when he noticed the direction she was going.

“Hello, Mr. Griffin! Thank you.” She replied, giving him a quick wave.”I’m off to record our ‘secret project’ in Studio B!”

The white-haired man nodded. “Would you like to aid me in finishing the photoshoot in Studio A? I can handle it, but a helping hand is always nice.”

Roxy blew some hair out of her face, “Uh, Gustavo said the recording is super urgent, so, probably not the best idea for me to skip out!” She began to walk away, picking up the pace as she got closer to the right-hand turn, “Thanks for the offer, good luck!”

Her feet didn’t stop until she was seconds away from entering the recording room to Studio B, which she nearly ended up slamming into by underestimating the speed at which she had been running.

Hastily brushing off the front of her dress, she made sure not even a thread was out of place. Her hair was smoothed down by both shaking hands and she took a few breaths in and out to try and disguise the fact she had just been sprinting down the hall to meet the love of her life.

Private and professional. She reminded herself. Private and professional.

Roxanne was definitely up for the task, or so she thought before a deep voice called out from behind her.

“Hey, this is a secure area! What do you think you’re doing here?”

Two massive bodyguards wearing bright yellow jackets began to march towards her, blocking any way for her to leave by taking up enough space in the hall that she couldn’t slip by. They got closer and closer, somehow not spying the Rocque Records ID tag bearing her name, picture, and position on it clipped around one of the thin straps holding up her dress.

“Um, hi!” She squealed, “I’m Roxanne Somerset, here for Gustavo Rocque!”

Through her trembling fingers, she was somehow able to pull her badge off and show it to the guards; at least they would know she belonged somewhere in the building.

One of them swiped it out from her hands and held it up to eye level, squinting at the text printed on the plastic card. How long they looked at it she didn’t know, it almost felt like time had slowed down while she anxiously awaited their decision. Her heart was beating out of her chest; there was no one here to vouch for her now and she probably just looked like a crazed fan girl.

“All my stuff is in the control room, I can prove to you that I’m supposed to be here.” Roxy offered, knowing it was a long shot.

“Sure, and let you into the same room as our client? Nice try, it’s time to go.”

She planted her feet at the door, grip tightening on her journal. “Really, I’m supposed to be here! America’s fourth most powerful CEO, Arthur Griffin, is just down the hall if you want to check. I’m not sure he’d appreciate learning you two are harassing one of his favorite employees… But I’d be happy to go get him for you!”

The taller guard of two scratched his chin, turning her words over in his mind. “You know Arthur Griffin?”

Nodding her head slowly, her voice grew more confident. It seemed like her plan was falling into place. Only Arthur Griffin, and maybe the other three most powerful CEOs in America, could gather this type of response. “Yup, he’s right next to us in Studio A.”

“Huh,” The other guard thought aloud. “He’s the CEO of our security company.”

“Met him one time.” The taller one added. “He was pretty terrifying for an old guy.”

“Ooh,” Roxy pretended to wince. “He hates it when people call him old. Hang on let me text him, he’ll be over to see you in a second.”

From her dress pocket, she pulled out her phone and began to draft a text, heading to Kendall, not Griffin, and she read her fake message aloud as she typed up her real one.

“Hey, Mr. Griffin. There are two guys in Studio B trying to remove me from the building, they’re being incredibly hostile and even calling you old! We’d appreciate it if you could meet us-”

The shorter guard waved his hands in an ‘x’ motion. “Woah, hang on, that isn’t necessary.”

“Yeah just go ahead, you don’t need to bother the nice man.” The other chimed in.

Meanwhile, her real texts were sent.

R: Warn your mom and sister Dak has 2 huge terrifying bodyguards pls

R: Managed to outsmart them tho, no need to worry about me

R: Have fun with the shoot, take one puppy pic for meeee

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she looked up at the two and gave them her best crowd-pleasing smile. “Wonderful! I’m glad this all worked out. Now, if you need me I’ll be doing the vocal recordings for today.”

Before the two had the chance to say anything else, she opened the door to the room that she had been leaning on and slid inside. Keeping her head down, she checked that all of the supplies Gustavo had promised were on the desk in front of the control panel before looking up, through the glass, into the studio dance room.

Almost instantly, her heart skipped a beat as she locked onto the deep, dreamy blue eyes of her favorite teen idol: Dak Zevon. There he was, in the flesh, standing right in front of her, and all she could do was stare.

His wave through the glass was more attention-getting than greeting, but it was a wave nonetheless. “Hey.” The boy mouthed, but there was no mic in the studio so the sound didn’t carry.

This snapped her back into reality. Attentive, she waved back and zoomed through the recording booth and out the door into the studio. Now he stood there, no barriers between them, and waved again.

“Hey,” He tried once more. “Nice to meet you, I’m Dak Zevon.”

The boy held his hand out for a handshake that she returned a bit too quickly.

Private and professional, private and professional.

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Zevon. My name is Roxanne Somerset, I’ll be standing in for Mr. Rocque to help you record your vocals today. Thanks for choosing Rocque Records.” She pushed out, not even one stutter, truly more than happy to be helping him out.

He gave her a perfect, pearly white smile. “Well, if I’d known the company had such a cute production assistant I’d probably have urged my manager to pick you guys way sooner. How long have you been working here?”

At the sight of a dimple cutting into his left cheek, her hand flew to the back of her neck to cool down the red shade it was definitely turning. “I’ve been here for about three weeks now. I work with Gustavo Rocque, Kelly Wainwright, and the upcoming band Big Time Rush… Give me just a moment to get the equipment set up and we can start recording.”

“Whatever you need, Miss Somerset.”

She turned away, hoping to save some of her dignity as she began to set up the recording equipment. “Just- Just Roxy is fine.”

Buzz

The sound from her phone caused her to jump, dropping the mic stand she had just picked up. Nervously she laughed, to no one but herself, and pulled out her phone.

K: Mom says they’re trying 2 get an autograph but security wont let them thru

K: Can you let them in

R: NO!

R: Just tell them to wait until the session is over

K: Boo :( no puppy pic for you

K: Here’s what we’re currently in thanks to Griffin

K: Sent a photo

The attached image was her band dressed in brightly colored matador outfits on a backdrop that made it look like they were standing on the moon.

R: Has Marcos taken the pic?

K: Nope

R: Great! Don’t let him! Bye!

Once she was finished setting all of the equipment up, she walked back into the control room to grab the sheet music for the songs that would be produced during the session. Now that there was a mic and headphones set up in the studio, the pair should be able to communicate through the glass - a fact that calmed Roxy down heavily. Though it was still communication, it didn’t feel entirely real. Hopefully, she would be able to maintain her calm and make Gustavo proud.

Then Dak could record all of his music here! Her perfect dream. I’m about to hear him sing… and I get to hear the music from the movie before anyone else! I can’t wait to tell Jo and Camille.

Shrugging on a pair of headphones, she pressed down on the button that would allow two-way speech.

“Alright! It looks like we’re recording 3 songs for the Varsity Vampire 2: Game On soundtrack today, any preference as to what you sing first?”

“Dealer's choice.” His smooth voice flooded through her ears and would’ve probably made her knees buckle had she not already been sitting down. Roxy did her best to look up and meet his eyes, but she couldn’t lift them higher than the blue shirt hidden underneath a casual black blazer.

It hugs his chest so nicely…

“How about we go in order then? The first one is-” Glancing down at the page she noticed all of the song titles were vampire puns like the first movie soundtrack had been. “‘Drive Me Batty!’ Do you need any time to look over the sheet music?”

This was routine, something she had done with her band enough times, and that brought her some comfort. It was a miracle she was so wired into doing this or she probably would’ve made a giant fool of herself in front of Dak. Normally, the guys would take a little extra time to review the song before recording for the first time, but the pop idol just gave her a thumbs up.

Pressing another button on the board, she began to play the karaoke-style track. The lead vocals would be recorded first, then they would worry about the harmonies. From here, Dak took it away.

A nice, tenor voice filled her ears, matching each note perfectly. From the lyrics, it seemed as though this was one of the opening songs being sung to his female counterpart in the movie: a human girl on the cheerleading squad named Scarlett. As she recalled from the first movie, Dak’s character, Kieran, was the star of the basketball team but struggled to find balance between his human and vampire lifestyles. Thankfully, the other members of the team were turned into vampires at the same Halloween party Kieran was, so they worked through their passion for the game, singing, and blood together.

It appeared as though this song was Kieran’s way of letting Scarlett know that even though she drives him batty there are some parts of his life he is unable to share with her. As marked on the sheet the song was written as a duet, but Dak was singing both parts, not that Roxy was complaining.

By the time the 3-minute track had run out, the girl was already giving a few claps in congratulations before naming and labeling the file on the small computer in the studio and looping it around for another try.

“Could I trouble you for some water, Roxy?”

She looked up at him and he gave her another beautiful grin.

“Sure thing, Mr. Zevon! Give me a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”

“Just Dak is perfect.”

Roxy nodded her head, throwing him a thumbs up as she took her headphones off. Before she left, she made sure to hit the track recording again and he began to sing once more as she walked out of the room.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the two bodyguards from earlier scaring off a group of screaming Dak fangirls. The assistant did her best to be quiet as she slipped down a separate hallway and headed towards the studio’s shared kitchen for a few bottles of water.

Maybe I should check on the boys.

It was a fleeting thought, but they would probably appreciate it; she would have to be fast about it. There was no need to keep Dak waiting as she checked on the band she wasn’t even in charge of today.

Making her way to the kitchen, she could hear voices trailing through the hallway since Marcos had left the door open for his photoshoot.

“Giant stuffy puppies for everyone!” He called, and the boys groaned loud enough for her to hear.

Grabbing a few bottles of cold water from the fridge and tucking them under her arm, she took the hallway leading to Studio A and poked her head in the door.

Still in front of the space backdrop, the boys were clad in their hideous matador outfits with the addition of four huge black and white stuffed dogs taking up a large amount of space.

Griffin and Marcos stood next to each other, the latter framing the shot with his hands, “The photo is now bold and cute and cuddly!”

James punched the dog he was holding in the head.

“Uh, uh, no animal abuse on my watch.” The girl called through the door, pointing at the long-haired boy.

He glowered at her, “Traitor!”

The rest of the band chimed in with their own, “Traitor!” in response.

Holding one hand up to block her next move from the adults, she took her other and flipped them off.

“Let’s shoot it!” Griffin declared, breaking up the squabble between the teens.

Marcos lined up to the camera, and the assistant watched in delight as her band gave their most uncomfortable, terrible looks. They were in misery, and after their name-calling, she was impressed by how quickly karma worked her magic.

Slowly, Marcos’ finger descended on the button, “Smile pretty, pretty!”

As it got closer and closer to the time the image would be taken, a barrage of thoughts swarmed Roxy’s mind.

If this photo bombs, we’re headed right back to Minnesota. But how funny do they look! It serves them right, calling me a traitor. No… that’s not fair. I’m supposed to be their assistant and they could surely use some assistance right now. Aw, but they look so cute with the puppies…

“Mr. Griffin, wait!” She called out, seconds before the image was to be taken. “They can’t take that photo.”

He turned to her, eyebrows knitted. “Why not?”

“Because,” She offered with a shrug. “It’s not finished.”

The boys caught on to her scheme, completely relieved and incredibly grateful.

“It is bold,” Kendall began before James added, “And cute and cuddly! But we don’t have… uh.”

While James was lost for words, Carlos yelled, “A snowmobile!”

Roxy’s palm flew to her face, but at least that would keep them occupied for at least an hour while she finished up with Dak. How was Griffin going to find a snowmobile in the middle of Los Angeles?

As she walked back towards Studio B, feeling slightly triumphant, she was too lost in a daydream about replacing Scarlett in Varsity Vampire and getting to star in a movie with Dak Zevon. A hand wrapping around her wrist and pulling her backward into Gustavo’s office was the last thing she needed. The flash of purple was nearly too quick for her to spot, but by the time she had it was too late.

Catching herself from spilling all over the carpet, Roxy grabbed one side of the door frame and peered into the room in front of her before she felt a pull on her wrist once more, dragging her to the middle of the office. Behind her the door was slammed shut, confining her to the small space with the four boys.

“No, no, no, this isn’t happening. Let me go back outside, now.” She told the frontman, trying to push back past him to get to the door.

Just her luck, he remained blocking it until he was sure she wouldn’t leave.

“Rox, we need you right now!” The blond told her, crossing the room and leaning on Gustavo’s desk. “We cannot let Griffin take this photo!”

She rolled her eyes. “I gave you all the tools to at least waste another hour, I thought you guys were good at that.”

“Kudos on the snowmobile idea, Carlos.” Kendall continued, to her point.

“Which is why I’m taking one with me on my desert island!” The light blue matador, Carlos, told the room.

Logan, still ticked by their conversation about the desert island from before, turned to him utterly confused at his lack of critical thinking skills. “A desert island has a tropical climate, professor.”

“Will you just let me have fun on my desert island? It’s mine!”

James decided this was the perfect time to interject his thoughts, pulling a black comb out of his green sleeves. “Well, I’m taking my lucky comb.”

“But you’re alone,” Logan pointed out, “No one’s gonna see your hair.”

The long-haired boy snapped, “Hey! I’m there.”

“Enough about the desert island!” Roxy yelled, her voice cutting off whoever was going to speak next. “If you four don’t come up with a plan in the next 30 seconds I am walking out that door.”

“Yes, right.” Kendall backed her up. “We need to figure out a way to change this photo.”

Logan held his own, orange-sleeved arms out, “From cuddly space matadors to…” He looked around, finding an edition of Pop Tiger and holding out the Dak Zevon fold-out.

Wishing to smack the magazine out of his hands, but choosing not to in case she crinkled Dak’s double-page spread, the assistant growled, “15 seconds.”

“There he is!” A voice cried out from the hall and the Zevon fangirls piled into the room, tackling Logan like they did earlier in the day.

It took everything she had not to burst out of the room while everyone was distracted and head back to her task at hand.

I hope Dak isn’t upset. I've been gone for so long.

After the mob determined it wasn’t Dak, the head girl called them off and they flooded back out into the hallway.

With the magazine lying on the floor, the girl bent down to pick it up. With her hand flat on the pages to not damage any exclusive posters, she squished it into Kendall’s chest. “5 seconds.”

“Um, let’s put this photo away before somebody gets killed.” The blond suggested sheepishly, pulling the image out of the magazine.

Between the five, tensions were running high; a plan needed to be put in motion soon.

“Right.” James paced over to the other side of the room, standing near Roxy and Kendall. “Now, where’s Gustavo, ‘cause he should be saving our photo!”

She pointed one of her fingers towards the door, “Gustavo isn’t coming back, we all saw him get carried away to community service. Like I am about to carry myself away to Studio B.”

“That was weak,” The brunette scoffed. “Serves you right, traitor.”

“I’m literally just doing my job! Big Time Rush aren’t the only musicians working at Rocque Records, so until you start funding my paychecks, I defer to Gustavo.”

“Yeah, but you’re supposed to work for us!” James pointed out. “That’s what Gustavo said at Kendall’s house all those weeks ago, or have you forgotten? You’re supposed to do what we say.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, James?” She spat out, not even trying to disguise the disdain she felt towards his offensive comment.

It was one thing to poke fun at her, call her a traitor even, but to imply that she had to do every stupid little thing they said like that was her only purpose was just degrading.

“Just because I’m your assistant doesn’t mean you get to treat me like a little puppet. In fact, I think respect is at the top of the list of things I deserve from all of you. I won’t be spoken to like this just because I’m helping someone else.” She looked between the four of them, crossing her arms. “If that's how you all see me, good luck solving this problem on your own.”

With that, she shoved her way between James and Kendall, throwing the door open with her free hand. The other, gripping the still bitterly cold water bottles she had been sent out to get so long ago.

Through the halls, she passed a man who looked an awful lot like Mrs. Knight pushing a tray of catered food but didn’t stop to make too much of it, probably just Dak’s lunch being ordered to the studio.

The security guards who had given her such a fuss earlier made sure to get out of her way as she stormed through the brown double doors into the room where Dak was recording. Skipping the trail through the sound booth, she entered straight into the dance room he was recording in and handed him a few bottles.

“Sorry about the wait.” She gritted out, trying to maintain her composure in an entirely new way than earlier. This time, instead of trying to mask her crush on the teen idol, she was trying to mask how much she wanted to crush James. “‘Drive Me Batty’ should only need one more vocal layer from you before it’s sent to your co-star.”

Avoiding eye contact, she didn’t wait for a thank you before hitting the recording room. Sitting down, she slid her headphones on and sunk into the chair hoping Dak wouldn’t be able to see her over the soundboard on his water break. The conversation with the guys was flying around like a whirlwind in her mind; it was nearly impossible trying to process her emotions while she was still angry.

“Everything alright there?” Dak asked, voice filling her headphones.

The choice of telling the truth was completely out of the question, both professionalism and privacy boundaries would certainly have been crossed, and she wasn’t interested in Gustavo threatening to fire her again.

Roxy sucked in a breath, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray her. “Yes. Looping ‘Drive Me Batty’ around now.”.

If Dak noticed anything in her speech, he would at least have to wait until the song was over to mention it. While he filled in the background vocals, the girl flipped to the next set of sheet music for the second song. Titled “Creatures of the Net”, this one appeared to be a song that the vampire basketball team all sang together about their love for the game and their nocturnal lifestyles. While Dak sang the lead parts, there would be more people singing along with him, lessening the number of times he would be singing this time around.

Though she was doing her best to concentrate on the recordings, the cell phone in her pocket buzzed about a million times.

“Creatures of the Net” was queued in defiance; the longer the music played the longer she could ignore the messages

***

The pair had worked diligently and before they knew it, the songs “Drive Me Batty”, “Creatures of the Net”, and “B Positive” were all recorded and edited to the best of Roxy’s ability. As instructed in the notes, the writer had properly labeled all of the recording files and placed them in the proper folders in the computer system where Gustavo would be able to find them later. She wouldn’t admit it, but the solo recording process was quite tough and it gave her a bit of newfound respect for her boss. How he functioned recording alone since the ‘90s, she would never understand.

Glancing up, she noticed Dak was typing something on his phone. In order to get his attention the girl pressed on the microphone button on the soundboard.

“Great work today, Dak. It looks like your agency has rented out Studio B for a few more sessions this week. Is there anything I can do to make your next visit better?”

The teen idol raised his head, “Maybe. When else do you work this week?”

Private and professional, Roxy reminded herself. He just thinks I’m a good worker. Right?

“I’m at the mercy of Mr. Rocque and Big Time Rush, unfortunately. My schedule isn’t definitive.”

The thought of the Big Time Idiots clouded her happiness momentarily.

His long fingers tapped at his chin as if the boy was in deep thought. “I’ll have my assistant email Gustavo and let him know I’d like you to be there next time.”

Before she said anything stupid, she shot him a grin and pulled off her headphones. Once Dak went back to his phone, she crouched down below the soundboard and let out an excited, fangirl-esque scream. It was one thing to just meet Dak Zevon, but getting to hear the new soundtrack for Varsity Vampire 2 and having Dak practically flirt with her was going to make her head explode.

After a few deep breaths, she made her way through the glass door into the recording room to put away the equipment her client was using.

Quickly, Dak slid off his pair of headphones and handed them to her. When she reached for it, their fingers brushed for a second, sending a shock down her spine.

“Thanks.” She squeaked, avoiding his gaze and grabbing the mic stand to place in the closet in the back of the room.

Buzz buzz

Walking away, she ignored the sound of her phone going off and placed everything away, just how Gustavo liked it. One less thing for her to get yelled at about in the long run. Silently she hoped that he wouldn’t blame her for the band’s photo situation.

Buzz buzz

Once more, she headed for the spot Dak was standing to discuss any last-minute questions or concerns before his recording session was over.

“Phew,” The boy whistled at the end of her ringtone, “Miss Popularity over here.”

A frown graced her features for a moment as she thought of all the messages the guys might be sending her right now.

Roxy brushed his comments off, “I’m having a little spat with the band. Their messages probably aren’t the kindest right now.”

“No kidding?” Said Dak. “If you want to shoot some messages back I won’t tell Mr. Boss Man you’re on your phone during work hours. Besides, I heard there's a pack of my fangirls out front. I’m not too keen on leaving anytime soon.”

He chuckled, giving Roxy a chance to laugh as well. Those girls seemed to be no joke.

Pulling out her phone, she noticed a barrage of notifications from 2 new group chats she had been added to while she was focused on recording.

K: ROX!! COME BACK WE NEED YOU AND WE’RE SORRY

L: ^^ You’ve been so helpful and patient and kind to us these last few weeks

C: We cant do this without you! Help!

J: Sorry :(

R: Almost done recording, be there soon

Their “apologies” would be fine for now; she didn’t wait for their response as checked the second group chat. This one contained both Camille and Jo.

C: heard someone at my audition today say dak zevon was @ rr today

J: Can you confirm or deny

R: Confirm

J: ????????

C: did you meet him??????

R: :)

C: FULL DETAILS WHEN YOU GET HOME

R: You got it.

R: I’ll tell you now though, he’s better than any guy I’ve ever met

“No hate mail,” Roxy thought aloud as she sent her last message, smiling a bit as she entertained the idea of asking the idol for his number. That was neither private nor professional, but she couldn’t ignore the flustered sensation rising and falling in her chest with every breath as she stood in the same room with him. “It was better than I was expecting.”

Dak took a step toward her, “You know, I know a thing or two about the industry if you’re looking for some tips. Maybe we could discuss it over dinner sometime?”

BOOM

Following the loud noise from across the room, Roxy whipped her head towards the sound, watching as the recording room door opened and flooded with a small army of Dak fangirls. It was a terrifying sight to behold behind the glass; she didn’t even have time to process what the boy had just said to her.

“Oh, my God, Dak!” She cried, pulling on the black blazer he wore in an attempt to get him out of their line of sight. “Towards the back of the room!”

The two ran to the back wall, squishing themselves flat against it in an attempt to place as much distance between themselves and the screaming teens as possible.

“It’s gonna be alright.” Reassured Roxy, though she was terrified at what the mob might do to Dak if they got their hands on him. “We’ll find a way out of this.”

Creek

To the left of her leg, a silver, metal grate popped off the wall revealing the familiar face of Katie Knight. Despite the young girl’s diminutive size, the duct seemed to be big enough for the two teenagers to squeeze through as well.

Roxy gave a small wave, which the preteen ignored as she turned to face Dak.

“Hi, I’m Katie.” She said, cool as a cucumber.

The boy looked to the songwriter and then down to Katie, practically petrified. “I’m Dak.”

“Come with me if you want to live. I guess you can come too, Roxy.”

Though he was incredibly unsure of the young girl’s methods, Dak placed a gentle hand on Roxy’s arm guiding her to the grate. As she ducked down, she felt his hand brush the top of her head, protecting her from accidentally bumping into the metal as she crawled in. After her, Dak was soon to follow, pulling the grate closed behind them.

From the room, Roxy could hear the screaming grow louder as the ground began to shake in the wake of the running teens.

“Find Dak!” One of them cried, commanding the other girls to turn around and exit the studio.

The three crawled through the ducts, glad to be anywhere but close to the mob.

In front of Roxy, Katie turned her head backward. “Everyone good back there?”

“Oh, sure,” Dak breathed behind her. “Can’t complain about the view, I suppose.”

The writer’s eyes grew wide, meeting Katie’s for a moment as the young girl stuck her tongue out in silent disgust before turning back and marching on. For the time being, Roxy was rendered speechless, only able to absentmindedly crawl after her little friend.

He’s sweet… he’s caring… he’s hot… and he doesn’t think I’m a pushover.

Maybe Dak did like her.

A few moments later, Katie had led the others to a different grate and punched it open. The group popped out, taking a brief moment to collect and dust themselves off after crawling on their hands and knees for so long. When the girl looked around, she recognized that they were in Gustavo’s office.

Before she could get a word in, Big Time Rush dressed in top-half normal clothes and bottom-half matador garb burst into the room with orange jumpsuit-clad Gustavo and Kelly in tow.

“Roxy! Perfect timing!” Logan complimented, hurriedly flicking on a handful of desk lights.

Kendall grabbed her attention, “Catch!” and he threw a black DSLR camera her way which she barely managed to receive. In addition, he pulled down the white movie screen behind their boss’s desk.

James, sounding reluctant, asked her, “Can you shoot it from the waist up, uh, please?”

The girl nodded and once the boys placed themselves in front of the backdrop she imitated what Marcos had said earlier, “Smile pretty, pretty!” as her finger landed on the shutter-release button.

Click

“Ugh!” The band cried as Kelly took the camera out of the girl’s hands. Easily, the woman ejected the SD card and passed it off to a small man on a motorized bike with a red cross-body bag waiting outside the door. He must have been the secret messenger Kelly had mentioned on the drive over.

Tipping his helmet, the man congratulated the group in an old-style Transatlantic accent, “See you in Pop Tiger, boys!”

People in this town are so strange.

From behind her, a hand snuck onto her hip, pulling her back into the teen idol’s chest.

“Nice one.” He whispered to her as his hand lingered, drumming against the fabric of her dress a few times.

“I don’t know what happened here today,” Gustavo grouched, swiveling his hips to see everybody standing in his office, “But maybe we should leave the dawgs, and Roxanne, alone more often.”

Katie took the following silence after the man’s statement to finally announce her exciting news. “Look who I found today!”

Dak finally let the assistant go, raising his arms in a shrugging motion to the group. “I think she just saved my life.”

Roxy watched with joy as he pulled the little fangirl into a hug, making sure to snap a quick picture to send to Mrs. Knight.

“Oh!” The actor snapped his fingers and turned to the assistant once more. “May I?”

He held out his hand, and Roxy didn’t catch his drift at first but soon understood as he reached for the phone clutched into her hand. Time for her stood still as with each press of a button, a small beep let out. Ten beeps for a ten-digit phone number.

With a wink, he handed it back. “Call me later, okay?”

“It’s Dak Zevon!” Katie cheered, causing a negative chorus from the band.

In an instant, the room was full of screaming teen girls - the Dak Attack squad. Big Time Rush blocked their view of the actual idol and was mown down by the group, giving Dak enough time to escape through the air ducts once more, Katie in tow to show him the way.

***

“Hm,” Camille wondered aloud, turning to the group of Palm Wood’s residents behind her at the pool - holding up the magazine that boasted the band’s double-page spread poster. After a recounting of the day’s events, Roxy and her band were sat on the lounge chairs, soaking up the sun, as she slowly nursed them back to health. The encounter with the fan girls had been no joke. “Who knew such a simple picture could bring you so close to death?”

After the Pop Tiger messenger dropped off the image at the headquarters, he biked all the way back to Rocque Records to give the band an advance copy of the next month’s issue. They had all been dumped on the eager assistant, who kept two for herself and had already hung up her desired posters, then handed out the rest among the hotel’s residents. The picture had turned out great, it was almost impossible to imagine the crazy story behind it.

“But it was totally worth it.” James cooed, cradling his neck brace.

Carlos held a steak up to his bruised black eye. “‘Cause we’re going to be on the walls of millions of girls.”

“All over the country.” Winced Logan, raising his arms in victory despite both of them being in slings.

Camille let out a small laugh, looking over to the assistant who was holding a smoothie up for Kendall to sip out of, “Of course you are.”

“Because,” Roxy giggled along, “Dak Zevon is on the other side!”

The band didn’t have enough energy to process what the two meant but groaned nonetheless. It was seeming as though the day’s misfortune only kept growing.

From the lobby emerged Jo, who managed to catch the last few lines of the story.

“Speaking of…” The actress trailed off, joining Roxy at Kendall’s side. “You’ve got a lot to tell us, don’t you? Come on!”

With no chance to protest, Jo and Camille grabbed each of her arms and began to pull her away from their wounded friends. James let out a noise that sounded like a “no!” but they were too far gone to check on him, not that the assistant wanted to anyway. His comments from earlier cut deep and she certainly wasn’t ready to forgive him even with his text apology. She even had half a mind to delete it, text apologies don’t even count, but decided to save it as evidence that the wannabe can care about others sometimes.

The other two girls were excitedly chatting in her ears, busy asking what seemed to be a million questions a minute. In only a few moments, they had arrived in Jo’s bedroom, door closed, ready to relay their information from the day.

“Stop, stop!” Roxy giggled, sitting at the edge of the blonde’s bed. “I’ll answer your questions but the two of you need to tell me about your auditions first.”

Camille rolled her eyes, sitting down as well. “Fine! I tried out for the role of an upcoming high fantasy elf movie called Fayeth the Brave. Thought I was a shoo-in for the part but I guess the casting agents didn’t like that I brought an actual bow and arrow to the audition and shot arrows with my resume and headshots at them.”

“And I,” Began Jo, flopping backward on the bed beside her friends. “Totally blew a laxative commercial. I know it’s nearly impossible to land one of the first roles I try out for, but it would be nice to have a little bit of beginner's luck.”

“Aw.” Roxy patted her shoulder, “You’ll get the next one, for sure. Something way better than a laxative commercial. Maybe an eczema cream commercial?”

The ravenette jumped in, “Remember that one that showed in between the Vampire Diaries these last few weeks? That girl just got a major part in an upcoming hospital drama.”

Each of the girls had discovered their shared love for supernatural teen shows as they were helping Jo move in and had made a point to find one to watch together each week.

“Oh, that reminds me, there's a new episode tonight. Sleepover?” Jo offered. “Maybe we’ll catch the commercial for good luck.”

Though Roxy had work in the morning, it was the weekend and she was in desperate need of some girl time. They hadn’t even talked about what happened today with the guys, and the assistant couldn’t wait to spill.

Her “Sounds good.” overlapped with Camille’s enthusiastic “Yeah!”

The two actresses now shifted to face their friend. It seemed it was her turn to share about her day.

“So…” Camille started. “I’m going to need every ounce of information about your meeting with Dak Zevon today.”

The writer grinned, “Okay, so. Gustavo and Kelly got arrested in the morning…”

Roxy explained everything she could remember with as much accuracy as possible and the girls hung onto her every word. While Camille was getting more and more used to meeting celebrities, Jo and Roxy were still new to the Los Angeles experience, but the three of them were so starstruck in the moment they felt like normal teenage girls discussing Dak’s latest news. Some of the comments she had made to Dak made her cringe looking back, it was embarrassing she was so nervous to meet him, yet it had all paid off at the end of the day.

Pulling out her phone, she opened her camera roll and tapped on the most recent photo. “Kendall’s little sister saved us from a screaming fangirl mob, something the boys left out of their story earlier.”

The image was passed around, the girls squealing in jealousy.

“Also, after I took the picture…” Camille handed her phone back and Roxy popped open her contacts. “He gave me his phone number and told me to call him later! He even put a little heart next to his name! God, he is just so romantic like that.”

“Shut up…” Jo trailed off, too shocked to formulate the rest of her thoughts into words.

Camille’s jaw dropped. “What did you talk about on your call?”

It took her a moment to process the question, blinking a few times as she drew a blank. She hadn’t called him, what would they even talk about? Maybe she could tell him about the new song she was writing if she ever managed to formulate any ideas for the next BTR hit. Would it be okay to talk about his movie? Or-

“You didn’t call him!” The blonde cried, pointing an accusatory finger at her friend.

Holding her hands up, Roxy defended herself. “I’ve been so busy passing out the magazines and taking care of the guys I guess I kind of… forgot.”

Without another word, Camille swiped her phone out of her hands, startling her. With two taps, the actress pressed the dial button and placed the call on speakerphone.

“Good luck!” She smiled.

“Shit! Camille! What am I supposed to-”

“Hello?”

The sound through the speakers nearly made her stomach leap into her throat.

“Hey,” Roxy breathed, shakily. “It’s Roxanne Somerset, from Rocque Records.”

Jo and Camille bit back laughter at her formal introduction causing her to place her hand over the speaker and shush them.

“Roxy!” He sounded enthused. “I was beginning to think you would never call.”

She looked from girl to girl. How do I respond to that?

“Oh?” The writer settled on. “Sorry for keeping you, I had some magazines to distribute and boys to look after since your fan army took them out.”

He whistled into the receiver, “Boy, am I jealous.”

Why she felt the need to apologize, she didn’t know, but brushed it off with a laugh. Across from her Jo and Camille were whispering among themselves, being very careful about the sound of their voices carrying.

“Anyway, it sounds like it all worked out with the band. You seemed pretty upset with them earlier.”

That was the truth, more or less. “Uh, well. I’m waiting for an in-person apology, maybe some flowers or chocolates, general sorry guy stuff.”

“Remind me to pick some up the next time I see you.”

Looking down at her crossed legs, she felt her eyes widen. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

There was a pause on the other end.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with unappreciative jerks. New guys in Hollywood are always the worst.”

“Wow,” she mouthed, glancing over to her friends. She jokingly fanned herself with her free hand. “No worries, it’s new territory for all of us.”

“Fair enough.”

Neither of them knew what to say after that trail of conversation came to an end. Panicked, Roxy looked over to her friends, Camille was typing something on her phone in a hurry before holding it up to display the message.

ask when u 2 can hang

She held up her index finger and pulled it away, amending her previous statement.

OUTSIDE OF WORK

“Oh,” The writer coughed, unsure of how to blend that into their current topic. It was hard to follow his offer to bring her flowers and chocolates. “So, um, I was thinking- Well, wondering really, if your dinner invitation was still on the table? We got kinda… interrupted earlier. I promise Katie won’t be materializing out of thin air to follow us. Um, but she does live next door to me so she might-”

“Of course, the offer is still on the table. I’m pretty free this week aside from my sessions at Rocque Records. Just text me when you’re available, okay?”

Absentmindedly, her fingers reached into her long strands of hair to twirl one around her finger. Her reply was bubbly, almost hidden away in the giggle she was having trouble containing. “...Okay!”

The mattress bounced as Jo and Camille jumped up, a silent victory dance for the first of them to officially date in Hollywood.

“Great, I’ll see you then.” She could practically hear his lips forming into his perfect, pretty smile. “Goodnight, Roxanne.”

With a click, the line went dead.

Clutching her phone in her hand, it trembled slightly. Did that just happen?

“So…” She thought aloud, hopping off the bed to join the other two. “I have a date with Dak Zevon!”

Their screams could probably be heard throughout the entire building, but they didn’t care. They jumped around, yelling about this and that; what she should wear, what they could talk about, how she should star in the next Varsity Vampire sequel. It was an excellent feeling, one she was glad to share with her friends.

Eventually, they collapsed onto Jo’s bed, panting in an attempt to catch their breath.

“Now we need to get Camille on a date with Logan,” Roxy commented, pinching the lovesick girl on the side.

The actress swatted her hand away, “Easier said than done, I’ve been dropping hints that I like him for days now. He can be so clueless sometimes.”

“What hints?” Jo asked, feigning ignorance. “Making out with him in the lobby should be enough of a hint!”

Roxanne recalled the messages Camille had sent her the day that happened and the ones Logan had sent as well. It was only a matter of time before the actress and singer got together - Logan just had to get his feelings straight.

“Well, I think this calls for celebration.” The writer stated. “I’ve got some ice cream in my apartment, want to sleep there? Maybe we can get the guys to watch Vampire Diaries. I tricked them into watching Twilight when I told them it was about a war. There's action in that show, sometimes.”

It was so natural, so easy, for Roxy to try and include the band in anything she wanted to do. Their company was enjoyable, and she always had fun after hanging out with them both inside and outside of work. Even as the words left her lips she cringed a bit, still upset at what they had said to her earlier, but hoped her invitation could be the start of making amends.

Eagerly, Jo grabbed her pillow and a change of clothes, “Let’s go!”

At the elevator, Roxy and Jo went separate ways from Camille who had to grab some stuff from her apartment upstairs.

“I’m kind of worried about hanging out with the guys, to be honest.” Jo confided in her friend. “They all just… threw themselves at me last time we spoke. It was pretty scary.”

Roxy grabbed her hand, swinging it back and forth as they walked to the west wing. “We don’t have to invite them, it was just a suggestion. They just don’t know how to act sometimes.”

The blonde shook her head. “If you want them to be there, I can deal.”

“Jo, I would never knowingly put you in a situation that would make you uncomfortable.”

“Maybe, you can talk to them beforehand?”

The songwriter nodded, “Of course! And if any of them bother you, let me know and I’ll send their asses flying out the door.”

The girls laughed as Roxy opened the door to her apartment. “Make yourself at home in my room, the bathroom is in there, too if you need it. Oh! And everything in the fridge is free game. I’ll be right back.”

Jo made her way to Roxy’s room as the girl unlocked the door connecting her apartment to the band’s. At the end of the hallway, she found the four on the other end playing Mario Kart on the Wii. From the looks of it, Carlos, playing as Bowser, was in the lead on the final lap. Close behind him was Kendall, King Boo. Then came Rosalina, played by James, with Mario, Logan, in last place.

Once the race finished, she coughed into her hand and the four turned their heads to face their assistant.

“Jo, Camille, and I have graciously decided to invite you to our sleepover. On one condition that is.”

The four looked between themselves, seemingly stunned. James was the first to nod, the others following suit. “What condition?” He asked.

She placed her hands on her hips, “Last time the four of you interacted with Jo, you scared the shit out of her. No fighting over her, no inappropriate comments towards her, and no singing my unfinished songs to her. Any of that and I’ll throw you out myself. Got it?”

Each of them nodded.

“I need verbal confirmation,” Roxy demanded.

“Yes…” They all mumbled, walking out of the living room to grab what they needed in their rooms.

We’re gonna have so much fun.

Eventually, the seven had congregated in Roxy’s kitchen enjoying the chocolate chip ice cream she had stashed away in her freezer. The silence, for her at least, was comfortable as they all munched away.

“So…” Kendall said, “Thanks for the invitation, ladies. Any special occasion?”

Camille nodded as she took in a spoonful. “Yup,” She mumbled before swallowing. “Roxy scored a date with Dak Zevon.”

James dropped his spoon, the metal clattering on the table and then the silence came back, this time extremely uncomfortable.

“And… We’ve got a new show we think you’ll just love.” The writer piped up to break some of the tension. “More action stuff.”

Logan blinked a few times, sneaking a glance over to Camille who was already staring at him. He let out a cough. “When’s the big day?”

Camille smiled, “Whenever she’s free next. Speaking of, Logan, when are you free this week?”

The boy coughed again and Roxy swore she could catch his cheeks turning a light shade of pink before Carlos cut in.

“That’s so awesome! I loved him in 16 Once More. Such a good movie.”

Jo’s eyes lit up, “Carlos! I love that movie too!”

Roxanne quickly waved her hand in front of her face, “It’s not a big deal, it’s just a date. But anyway, it’s almost 8, how about we head to the TV?”

From beside her, Camille clapped her hands, “Yes, I’ve been waiting all week for this, I can’t wait to see what Elena is up to…”

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Songs for Thisby

The ultimate playlist for The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater

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(day 1) the star , andrei svechnikov

note, this fic is part of my 14 days of christmas. check out this masterlist if you're interested. none of these fics in this series are connected, they are all standalone. this fic is part of the "mr. and mrs. svechnikov" series. check out the masterlist linked below. another note, forgot to add this edit to the end of this fic. pair, andrei svechnikov x reader summary, y/n and andrei, with the help of their two kids theo and anastasia, decorated their house for christmas. warnings, kids word count, 762 words

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"Where does this go?" Theo asked, carefully picking up another ornament.

"Right there." You told him, pointing to a tree branch on your Christmas tree. Ana was standing in your lap, one of your hands set on her back to stabilize her.

Ana babbled, reaching over for an ornament, "Do you want to put one up too." Theo asked, holding out an ornament for his sister.

Ana beamed up at him, taking the object from him and examining it. You picked her up and pointed to the branch, "Come on, Ana, put it on this one." You told her.

She looked up at you, then followed your instruction, carefully slipping the stuffed dove ornament onto the tree, "Can we put the star on?" Theo asked.

"Not yet. We always wait for daddy to come home." You reminded him.

Theo pouted and crossed his arms, "Hey, none of that. How about this? We make hot cocoa and watch a movie." You suggested.

That seemed to brighten Theo's mood, and he nodded, "Okay, go get the marshmallows from the pantry." You smiled, standing up with Ana on your hip.

Halfway through the movie, Andrei got home from practice where he found you passed out on the couch. Ana and Theo were very much awake and watching the screen so intently that they didn't even hear their father come in and shout for them.

"Theo, Ana." He whispered grabbing their attention. They both looked over and their faces brightened.

"Daddy!"

"Papa!" they both exclaimed.

"Shh, shh. Inside voices. Mama's sleeping." Andrei put a finger to his lips. Ana was struggling to get off the couch, so he helped her and picked her up.

"Now that you're here we can put the star on the tree," Theo exclaimed.

"Star!" Ana repeated.

"No, no, wait." Andrei softly grabbed Theo's arm before he could wake you up, "We're gonna wait for mama to wake up. When she wakes up, then we can put the star up.

Theo pouted, "No, no." Andrei shook his head, "Come on, let's go outside. Peter Parker's been whining over at the door." He nodded his head over to the backyard door where your dog had been whining and scratching at the door.

An hour later, you woke up and you noticed something.

Too quiet.

You bolted up and looked around. Both Theo and Ana were gone, sending you into a panic, "Theo?" You began looking everywhere around the house, "Ana!" You ran through every room, "Where are you guys?"

You finally made it out to the backyard where Andrei was standing in front of the net, playing goalie, while Theo took shots at him. Your dog Peter Parker was laying by Ana's side, like a guard dog.

You watched Theo shoot the puck, and Andrei dramatically pretend to miss. Theo ran around the yard, doing a little celly.

"And that's yet another goal from Theo Svechnikov! And the crowd goes wild." Andrei ran up behind Theo, and picked him up, flipping him upside down.

Theo laughed the entire time. Ana looked up from petting Peter Parker and laughed along with him, "Mama." Theo called out. Andrei looked over his shoulder and saw you standing in the doorway.

"Now we can put the star up." Theo clapped. Once his feet hit the ground, he was up and bolting back into the house. Ana tried to follow in his lead but only ended up back on her butt.

"Come on, let's get you inside, pretty girl." You picked her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Star?" She asked.

"Yeah, we're gonna put the star up." You nodded. Theo was already digging through the boxes to find the star, "Be careful. There's a lot of glass in there."

"I will." He nodded. When he finally found the box with the star, Andrei had come back in with Peter Parker.

"You ready?" Andrei asked.

"Yeah." Ana was still too young to put the star up, so Theo got to do it, and he was very excited. It was tradition.

Andrei picked Theo up and put him on his shoulders. You and Ana stood back, watching as Theo reached up and put the star on the top of the tree.

You hit the lights and stood back, waiting as Andrei plugged the lights into the outlet. You all gasped when the Christmas lights turned on. It was magical.

"Wow." You gasped.

"Pretty." Ana reached out to touch the tree.

"Can we finish the movie now?" Theo asked.

You smiled, "Yeah, we can finish the movie."

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trevuorzegras · 11 months ago

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━╋ MY RIGHT TO BE HELLISH

jealous by nick jonas

summary: In which famous actress y/n y/l/n was seen at a Canucks game, which sparks rumors. (part 1/4)

pairings: quinn hughes x actress!reader.

platonic!jack hughes x reader. social media au

faceclaim: dove cameron

next part

newestupdates

newestupdates: Actress y/n y/l/n spotted at the lastest Canuck’s vs Ducks game wearing an old Quinn Hughes jersey! Opinions?

tagged: yourusername

liked by canucks, njdevils, and more

user1: i say we i don’t know, leave her alone and let her live her life?? 😭

liked by yourusername.

yourusername: i was invited to the game, so i attended, i was also PROVIDED with the jersey. don’t stretch it.

↳ canucks: thank you for attending! we are sorry this got out of hand!

↳ yourusername: not your fault what’s so ever! just things being blown out of proportion canucks

user2: wait her and quinn would be cute??

↳ user3: he plays hockey, and she acts 💀 they’d never have time to themselves.

user4: you guys post anything at this point. y/n can’t even go to a hockey game in PEACE ☹️

user5: puck bunny

↳ yourusername: i’ve watched hockey since i was a kid, i am not a puck bunny, and can 100% guarantee i know more about the sport than you do. thank you for your input though, johnathan!

↳ user6: she ate i fear. (i do not fear. we all knew she would) yourusername

user7: _quinnhughes

yourusername

yourusername: thank you @canucks for the amazing opportunity! i loved every minute of this game. and we won 4-0?? 🤔 #gocanucks

liked by canucks, lhughes_06, and more

njdevils: come to a devils game next? 🫣

↳ yourusername: lmk when and where & im there!

user8: i know you guys see luke lurking in her likes. i cannot be the only one 😭😭

↳ user9: thought i was going INSANE STOP

lhughes_06: _quinnhughes HELLO? YOU WERE IN THE SAME ARENA AS Y/N Y/L/N AND DIDNT THINK TO TELL ME?

↳ _quinnhughes: i have no idea who this is luke

↳ yourusername: slightly offended, quinnifer _quinnhughes

jackhughes: yeah come on over to a devils game, we’ll actually acknowledge you

↳ yourusername: like i said, when & where and i’m there jack (:

user10: Y/N GOING TO A DEVILS GAME

user11: how does quinn NOT know y/n

↳ lhughes_06: my thoughts exactly

user12: lukey boy is LURKING 👀

canucks: we loved having you! hope to see you again very soon, y/n!!

↳ yourusername: i love whoever runs this account

user13: the way she didn’t tag anyone in these pictures 😭

↳ yourusername: they don’t need tags (:

↳ user14: LMFAOOA SHE SAID FUCK THEM HOCKEY PLAYERS FR yourusername

liked by yourusername.

njdevils

njdevils: since q. hughes didn’t appreciate ms. y/l/n. these hughes’ will 😈 #GONJDEVILS

tagged: l_hughes, yourusername, jackhughes

liked by jackhughes, yourusername, and others

user15: DEVILS AND CANUCKS BEEF??

↳ user16: more like jack & luke vs quinn beef 😭

yourusername: was an honor! i absolutely adore the jacket, thank you guys so much. <3

↳ canucks: the betrayal.

↳ yourusername: quinn didn’t even know who i was, do you guys even love me 💔 canucks

user17: the picture of her and jack GUYS STOP

↳ user18: why do i ship them.. 🙃

↳ user19: no i completely get it. user18

↳ user20: no?? they make no sense.. user19

jackhughes: YUP WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE Y/N OVER HERE canucks _quinnhughes can you guys relate?? 🤔 didn’t think so

↳ canucks: you are EVIL jack hughes.

_quinnhughes: i didn’t know a girl once now my team is beefing with my brothers’ team. great.

↳ yourusername: i apologize, i tried to tell them to be nice ☹️

↳ _quinnhughes: not your fault my brothers are evil yourusername

user21: okay but the jacket is fire

↳ yourusername: exactly! never taking it off

↳ canucks: traitor! yourusername

user22: jack and luke look so GOOD

↳ user23: LITERALLY WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT??

user24: jack and y/n, quinn and y/n that, WHAT ABOUT LUKE AND Y/N GUYS HEAR ME OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

↳ _quinnhughes: she’s too pretty for either of them

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user25: I KNOW YOU GUYS SAW THAT??

↳ user26: ARE WE TRIPPING????????

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sithapprenticemaul · 4 years ago

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Hunter ; Hunted

summary: Din thought this would be a simple hunt, that he would succeed where others had failed - he was wrong. Din Djarin has met his match.

word count: 1.5k

pairing: Din Djarin x Sherrif!Reader

warnings: a brief fight, mentions of bruising and cuts

a/n: I was literally cuddling my cat when I got the inspiration for this. reader is so sassy and this is gonna be a slow burn. part one of four or five i think. also my first reader insert which i was so nervous to write bc I've never written like this before. please let me know what you think!

When Greef Karga slid the tracking puck across the table, he had warned Din of the challenge of this bounty. Brushing it off without a second thought, Din eagerly accepted, the staggering amount credits offered worth whatever trouble he could possibly get into. This was an Imperial bounty, and the money would greatly help The Tribe. The small village was out in the middle of nowhere, the nearest spaceport being a three-day journey away by speeder, even longer on foot. Din left the Razor Crest hidden safely in the nearby mountains and made the rest of the journey on foot to not be spotted. The element of surprise was key in his work. Humans and aliens of various races traversed the small village, going about their daily lives. Children played, vendors sold, creatures barked and brayed. None seemed fazed at the sudden appearance of an outsider, let alone one clad so heavily in armour. That should have been Din’s first clue that this hunt was not going to go the way he intended. Din approached the weathered tavern with annoyance and frustration in his stride. He was tired, sweat dripping down his back, the Tatooine twin suns baking him in his protective second skin. He stopped just outside the door, the thrum of the taverns patrons inside making its way to his ears. Taking a moment of respite in the shade of the awning, he readied himself for the challenge ahead of him. He swung the door open, and for one of the few times in his life as a bounty hunter, no one turned to look at him. No stares, no hushed whispers or folk scurrying out of his sight. Just lively chatter of folk enjoying food and drink and the whipping of the wind behind him. The Tavern was dark and dusty, just as one would expect from any building on Tatooine. Din’s target was sitting right in the middle of the bar. He could feel eyes watching him now, but no one made a move to stop him as he approached her. You sighed deeply as you heard the door swing open. You’d fought off many credit hungry hunters who had tried to drag you to your doom before - this would be no different. The floor creaked under Din as he stopped just a few steps behind his bounty, curious as to the events that would unfold. It wasn’t common for him to have bounties that wouldn’t put up at least a little bit of a fight. That should have been Din’s second clue. “At least let me finish my soup”, you said slowly, your voice not betraying the anxiety coursing through you. “This is the best that Kintara has made in a long time.” You winked at the bar tending Pa'lowick in front of you as you tipped your head back and slurped down the last of your lunch. Setting the bowl down in front of you gently and wiping your mouth with your sleeve, you lazily swung yourself around to look at whatever bounty hunting sleemo had come through your town this time. Leaning back casually, you took in the sight of the man before you. He was tall, armour in varying shades of brown covering most of his body, a shining silver helmet hiding away his face. His hand was gently trained on the blaster on his left hip. The Amban sniper rifle was still strapped to his back, indicating this was not meant to be a long and drawn out fight. He wanted this done quick. He made no move toward you - yet. The hubbub in the tavern continued as you and the Mandalorian stared each other down, neither of you giving an inch. And then he spoke. “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” The corners of your mouth lifted ever so slightly at the vocoded words - typical bounty hunter, always assuming the oncoming struggle would be difficult on you. You, the poor helpless bounty that would help to line his pockets. “I’m not going anywhere, Hunter.” you spoke coolly. “I suggest,” you started as you rose from the barstool, “that you get going before you regret stepping foot in my town.” “Not going to happen. You’re coming with me, warm or cold.” he replied shortly, his voice betraying no hint of what emotion he was feeling. His body was tensed, rigid, awaiting your next move. Din couldn’t help but feel a little fascinated by his bounty and her sheer defiance in the face of danger. What had she seen in her life when a trained Mandalorian did not frighten her? Din frightened everyone. You smoothed out your tunic as you stood, subtly uncovering the blaster in its holster on your hip. You were just a few steps from the hunter. You stepped closer, taunting him into his next move, eyes unwavering. Din kept his eyes on you, suddenly becoming aware of the silence that filled the room but unable to tear his gaze from you. His third clue. He grasped his blaster in anticipation. Someone was about to get shot. You drew up to your full height at the sight of the hunter’s hand on his blaster, your eyes betraying the fury and irritation you now felt. You would not be intimidated by this outworlder on your planet, in your town and in your bar. Especially not during lunch. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you....” In a fraction of a second all hell broke loose. Tables and chairs were knocked over; glasses and plates smashed as the patrons of the bar drew their hidden weapons, taking aim at the Mandalorian from all around him. You knew better than anyone that at this close range he was going to hit you, you at least made sure the blaster bolt wasn’t going between your eyes. You twisted your body and dove to the floor as the bolt hit you in the right shoulder, stinging outrageously before you landed amongst the wreckage on the floor.

Din didn’t have a chance to fire again, his blaster falling from his hand as he held them up in helplessness as someone behind him kicked him to his knees. He was cornered, guns, knives, and other makeshift weapons at every angle around him. While his armour could protect him from a range of weapons, it would do nothing to save him from the knife dangerously close to piercing his body between his armour plating. Had he known the whole town was armed he would have brought more weapons. You hauled yourself up, hissing at the pain as you palm your injured shoulder to stem the bleeding. Another shirt ruined. You stagger back to the centre of the room to get a better look at your assailant. Din was doing his best not to panic, a task made increasing difficulty with all the sharp objects being pressed into his body. He could feel a makeshift blade digging in dangerously close to his rib cage. The bartender, Kintara, had a rifle aimed, not at his head, but at the unprotected flesh between his head and his shoulders, covered only by a few layers of fabric. “I say we kill him now and toss his body in the pit and be back before dinner,” grumbled a voice from behind him. He dared not say a thing, waiting for you to make the next move. He was a Mandalorian, a proud warrior, a fine bounty hunter and he would not resort to bargaining for his life...yet. “Easy Karma. Let’s find out what our trigger-happy friend here knows first,” you spoke clearly for all to hear. An order disguised as a suggestion. You were the law around here. He watched as you sauntered over to him, cradling your injured shoulder, equal parts furious, amused and intrigued at the events that had just unfolded. Din’s breath caught in his throat as you got the closest you had been, crouching down to his level. This was his first real chance to look at you, the woman he was to bring in.

You were beautiful, like a sunrise to be seen nowhere else in the galaxy, or so Din thought. Your hair was dishevelled, yet your face was girlishly aglow with accomplishment, despite the few cuts and bruises forming from your brief brawl.

Your eyes had a mischievous twinkle as you fluttered your eyelashes cheekily at the captive Mandalorian. Your mouth held that familiar small smile. He recognised that smile. It was one he wore many times after a successful hunt. It was the smile of a predator who had cornered its prey.

“Knock him out and bring me Nebala. I’ll deal with this one myself,” you spoke calmly, standing to your full height and surveying the damage to your bar.

Din didn’t have a chance to protest before a dart hit him in the neck and he slumped with a thud to the floor.

#aah finally done after two days #din djarin x reader #din dijarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x you #star wars x reader #star wars self insert #star wars #star wars fanfic #din djarin #the mandalorian #alina!writes

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carnationcreation · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I please get an imagine where the reader is Bombay’s daughter and he’s never been around because of his job and that he left the readers mum years ago. But he comes back to coach her team, not knowing she plays and they argue, he pleads to get to know her etc.☺️😄basically the absentee!father x reader who wishes for a father but doesn’t know how to forgive him

TITLE: Forgiveness [Can you imagine?] (Bombay x daughter!reader)

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Prompt/summary: Bombay tries to reconnect with the daughter he walked out on 8 years ago.

Word Count: 2,519

Authors note: You said argue? Alright here’s some angst. It feels so good to be writing for The Mighty Ducks again, this is one of my favorite movies so I’m so happy I got a request for it!

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Every summer I used to get the same letter from my dad. It actually wasn’t even a letter. It was child support.

Every fall we used to stop by the diner in town to get milkshakes to celebrate the anniversary of him leaving us. It wasn’t that he was a terrible dad, she just knew she could do better for the both of us if he wasn’t around. After 8 years she still got the same order every time we went to the diner, and every year Mrs. Conway was still there taking our order.

Her son Charlie was always there too. Both of us played on the same hockey team and every winter we would drag our gear down to the pond to practice with our team.

That entire routine changed after one day.

“Goldburg you’re the goalie, the puck is supposed to hit you,” Charlie sighed as he skated towards us.

“Does that sound stupid to anyone else?” the goalie groaned.

I rolled my eyes at him before lining up another shot.

After a few more shots Charlie tapped my shoulder, he looked in wonder as a car drove out onto the ice. We all wandered over and a man in a finely pressed suit stepped out.

“Wait, that can’t be him-” I mumbled.

“We ain’t buying nothing man, I’m feeling generous today so I’ll let your sorry vanilla bootie outta here before we use your eyeballs as hockey pucks!” Jesse said.

“Thanks bro,” the man rolled his eyes before going to reach in to his jacket, “but I’m not going home ‘til I take care of business.”

The group slowly backed up. When the man pulled out a piece of paper and not a gun we all sighed in relief.

“District five pee-wee hockey team, I’m Gordon Bombay. Your new coach.”

The team laughed as I locked eyes with Charlie. He saw the absolute panic in my eyes.

“Got the roster right here. Averman, Dave. Bombay, (Y/n). Conway, Charlie. ”

His face scrunched up as he got to mine. Confusion or being uncomfortable. Either way I couldn’t tell. Luckily no one seemed to notice the fact that I had the same last name as the coach.

“Here’s the long and the short of it. I hate hockey and I don’t like kids. I’m sure this will be a real bonding experience. Maybe one day, one of you will even write a book about it in jail.”

Charlie nudged my shoulder, looking at me with a questioning look. I sighed, “He used to love hockey, but he really seems to hate kids. My mom said she heard that he got a DWI last week.”

Bombay ordered us to scrimmage. We all dove for the puck. Players tripped and fell over each other as we desperately tried to play. I finally got the puck and started to make a move towards the goal when Jesse (accidentally or not) hooked my ankle with his stick as he fell. Connie skated over quickly to help me up before taking off over to Bombay.

I rubbed my sore elbows as Charlie and I skated back over to the car that was still parked on the ice. Bombay brushed the team off by saying we need to scrimmage more and got back into the car.

“What a jerk,” Peter said.

Eventually the team came to the amazing conclusion we should hijack the car. On Peters mark, we all jumped on the car, shook it, and climbed inside.

“We want a ride! We want a ride!” Connie began to chant as we all joined in.

“Take em for a spin, anything!” Bombay said, we all cheered as they started driving.

The fun didn’t last for long. Charlie’s mom soon appeared on the ice and made us all get out.

She furiously shouted, “Are you out of your mind? What were you thinking putting that car on the ice? My son was in that car!”

“Lady lady relax,” Bombay said, “The ice is not gonna crack.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she said. Charlie and I slowly got out of the car and skated to the side to take off our skates.

Bombay sighed, “Gordon Bombay, the new hockey coach.”

Oh lord he was in for it now.

“Oh you’re the dead beat that married (Y/m/n). They send you down here to coach the team and you endanger their lives. You endangered your daughter's life!”

I hid my face with my hand as Bombay looked back at me. Oh god he knows now.

Charlie’s mom eventually pulled us away and drove us home. I knew I’d be hearing about this from my mom later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By order of the state of Minnesota Bombay was at the game the next day. I’d made it my mission to avoid my “dad”. Charlie did a good job of keeping him away, asking him questions or distracting him. I knew I’d have to talk to him eventually but until then I was content with pretending I wasn’t his daughter.

The game was a joke. We didn’t score any goals. Didn’t get a chance to defend ourselves as the Hawks beat us into the ground. 9-0. I left the game with bruises on my face and arms. My helmet was barely covering my face and my hockey pads were my dad’s old ones from the 80’s. One of the few things I stole from his house when we left. Charlie was extremely frustrated at the missed shot he had towards the end of the second period.

As the team sat arguing I was putting my gear up.

“I thought we came here to play hockey. Do you guys think losing is funny?” Bombay yelled.

“It’s not like you coach us or anything. At least we tried,” Jesse said.

Bombay’s face went red with rage, “That was the sloppiest playing I’ve ever seen. Why the hell won’t you just listen to me?!”

I stood up, shouldering my bag, “Why the hell should we?”

The team followed me out of the box.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next game was a disaster. Bombay encouraged us to lie, cheat, and foul our way through the game. Bombay was furious when Charlie wouldn’t do his little act when he was cornered. The bruises on my face still hadn’t healed properly.

The locker room was filled with groans as everyone agreed the game was pathetic.

“Charlie! When I tell you to do something, you do it! Got it?”

“You can’t make me cheat,” Charlie said walking out of the locker room.

Jessie and Terry’s dad stormed into the locker room, “LEt’s go boys. This is what I gave up my overtime pay for? To watch my kids take falls? You’re a pathetic excuse for a coach, and an even more pathetic father if you can let your daughter get beaten up like that.”

The team’s heads turned to me as he pointed in my direction. I let my head fall as I stormed out behind Jessie and Terry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I really thought I could keep avoiding him. I didn’t think he would come and try to find me.

The next day at practice was a shock for everyone. We all got new uniforms, gear, and sticks. Everyone was pumped up during practice and we even got two new players.

“What changed?” I asked Charlie.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. He came and apologized last night.”

My blood boiled. He can apologize to another kid but not his own daughter who he practically abandoned. I warmed up to him as practice went on but in the back of my mind there was still that thought lingering.

“(Y/n), you’re riding home with me,” Bombay told me as I packed up my stuff.

I looked at him confused, “But-”

“Your mom said it was okay.”

I silently followed him out to the car, the driver had rolled up the middle window so we could have some privacy.

“So…” he said, I stayed quiet still looking out the window, “Your mom told me you never quit hockey. Even after I…”

“Left?”

He sighed, “Yeah I guess it was like that wasn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Look (Y/n), if I had known how much it had affected you I never would’ve stepped out that door. Your mom and I… we just weren’t good together.”

I scoffed, “No, your drinking side just didn’t line up with the fact mom wanted a decent husband.”

He went to speak again but quickly closed his mouth.

“I’ll just imagine me forgiving you. Maybe one day I can actually do it with meaning,” I sighed and went to pick my bag up as the driver pulled up to the curb.

“(Y/n),” he said grabbing my arm, “I already talked to Charlie about this. I’m so sorry for the way I acted. I never should have asked you guys to cheat. And I definitely shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you guys. I’d do anything to try and get you to forgive me.”

“I’m just confused as to why your star player got an apology before your daughter did. I’ve been waiting for that for 8 years. If you truly wanted that from me you should’ve tried a long time ago.”

I slammed the car door as I got out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next few days I spent at Charlie’s house when my mom wasn’t home, hoping Bombay wouldn’t come track me down again.

“(Y/n)?” Charlie said, “Someone left a package for you.”

I looked up from the comic books that were sprawled across Charlie’s bed in confusion as he sat the brown paper package down. My name was written across it in black sharpie.

Charlie shook his head, “Well, are you gonna open it?”

“I think I already know who it’s from.”

“(Y/n), he really wants to make it up to you. Just open it.”

I sighed and slowly ripped the paper, inside was a jersey. My favorite hockey team’s jersey.

“Woah,” I said.

Charlie scoffed, “Your dad sent you that? How’d he know your favorite team?”

“Cause it’s his favorite too. Charlie this is his vintage jersey.”

“Well,” he said, “Maybe you can start imagining that forgiveness part.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“The Ducks? We’re the ducks? What brain dead jerk came up with that name,” Peter scoffed.

“As a matter of fact,” Bombay said pulling a jersey out of the box, “I did. But I didn’t have a choice, we’re being sponsored. You’d rather be district 5? Some stupid number?”

“They don’t even have teeth,” Peter said.

“Neither do hockey players,” he said, we all giggled, “Have you ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation? It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome how they all stick together. The other animals are afraid, cause they know if they mess with one duck then they’ll get the whole flock.”

Bombay walked around the locker room giving his little speech. He smiled when he got to me, his eyes flicking down to see I was wearing the old jersey he had left for me.

He whipped off his coat to reveal his Ducks jersey underneath as we all laughed, “I’m proud to be a duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you.”

Charlie and I smiled at each other.

“So how about it? Who’s a duck?”

Silence followed as everyone looked around the room to see who would go first.

“I’ll be a duck,” our new player Fulton Reed said.

I smiled and placed my hockey stick on the bench, “I’ll join the flock.”

“Yeah,” Charlie said following suit, “me too.”

Soon enough the whole team joined in. Grabbing jerseys and cheering.

“We are the ducks!” Bombay shouted, “The Mighty Ducks!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next few games were amazing. Our winning streak started to pick up and soon enough we were getting ready to face off against Cardinals.

Charlie and I were named the dynamic duo. Our ability to make plays and take shots off of each other improved everyday. But that put a target on our back.

It was the third quarter, we had to make one shot to pull us out of a tie and win. The crowd was going crazy as Charlie and I sped up the ice. Our team following behind us for backup.

It was a stupid idea.

Charlie went to take a shot as I saw a goon defender moving in for the body check. So I threw myself in between Charlie and the goon. My head snapped back against the glass as I heard the buzzer go off signaling a goal.

The team cheered. Charlie frantically raced over to me.

“(Y/n)?”

I could barely hear him, the ringing in my ears was so loud, “Where’s my dad?”

Charlie looked confused before shouting over to Bombay.

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” he said.

“Dad?” I started to cry as the pain caught up to me.

“Get her helmet off Charlie,” he said, I felt Charlie gently take it off and the coolness of the ice against the back of my head, “(Y/n) the paramedics are gonna get you off the ice okay?”

I felt myself being picked up off the ice and lifted onto a stretcher, the crowd clapped as I was rolled off the ice.

The ride to the hospital was short, Charlie’s mom called my mom's work to tell her what happened and she rushed over as Casey rode to the hospital with me.

“Where’s my dad?”

“He had to finish up the game, he’s gonna meet us there afterwards.”

Everything happened really fast when we got there, I wasn’t allowed to sleep even though I was super tired.

“Look who’s here” Casey said. I turned to see Bombay and Charlie walking in.

“Woah,” I yelped as Charlie ran over to give me a hug.

“Are you crazy? You won’t be able to play at the next game!”

I laughed, “At least we get a next game. It was worth it.”

He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair. Bombay sat down in the chair beside the hospital bed. Casey and Charlie walked outside.

“Do you remember what happened after you took that hit?”

I paused trying to think back to earlier, “Um… not really.”

“I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it in front of the team. You called me dad.”

I turned my head to look down at the sheets, “Oh…”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” he laughed, “But the team is definitely going to have questions for you tomorrow.”

I smiled.

“Alright, grab your stuff. The doctor said you can go, you just can’t practice or play in a game for a week.”

My eyes widened, “A week?!”

“Yes,” he said, “And I better not hear any complaints. I’ll make you run extra. Your moms waiting on us.”

“Where?”

“At the diner, she said something about milkshakes.”

I smiled, “We always get milkshakes after games.”

“Well, it’s on me tonight.”

I jumped up and gave him a hug before running out to grab Charlie. I think I can imagine that forgiveness thing now.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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