#and our other coworker and it was really nice to still have a few minutes with them. i love them. i miss them.
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i had a good time with my friend this past week but God i cannot wait to see my other friends. i miss them i feel crazzzyy!!!
#literally i havent not gone this long without calling teej at the end of the night for so long in. Well forever atp.#at least wr got a short call in the other day. and i got to eatch with henri tonight. EVEN IF IT WAS FOR DOCCHI MO DOCCHI#i didnt have work rother all week which has been stressing me out but. for some reason my one coworker kept adding me to calls with him#and our other coworker and it was really nice to still have a few minutes with them. i love them. i miss them.#its been fun. i need to have my routine back. and i need to have time for everyone else.#im a simple man. i MISS them. smiling.#news with isaac
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TIARAS AND TEACUPS
â just some fluffy drabbles and headcanons on leon being a girl dad
NOTE: listen i donât even want kids in the future but for this man?? if he was real and mine then trust i would change my mind real quick ˶ᔠᔠá”˶
this is pretty short, less than 1k words hehe
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Leon would never hear the end of it from his coworkers if they saw him like this. There was a plastic tiara with fake pink jewels resting atop his hair. He was sitting criss cross applesauce, for he was a little too big to sit on the tiny chairs his daughter had placed her plushies on.
âDaddy, hereâs your cup!â She chimed happily, placing a small toy teacup right in front of him.
âThank you princess, itâs a pretty set.â His hand could easily cover the entire cup, but to be graceful, he held the handle with his thumb and forefinger. âWhatâs on the menu?â
âBrownies andâŠand cookies.â She had a small container of them, having gotten some from the batch you baked the other night. âIâm gonna go get mommy, make sure Mrs. Teddy doesnât drop her tea!â
Leon looked so out of place, but he was happy, watching with a smile as his daughter ran out of the room to go get you. And surely enough, you joined the tea party a couple minutes later, a matching headpiece on your head and your daughter giggling as she tugged you by the hand and took you to where she wanted you to sit.
You couldnât help but stifle back a laugh when you saw Leon, and he seemed to catch on, grinning at you. âLook whoâs late.â
âFashionably late.â You corrected him as you pointed at your crown, taking a seat on the floor.
âYay all my guests are here! Iâll hand out the food but donât eat without me, okay?â
Leon was always emotional when he was in the same room as the two people he treasured the most.
He could still remember when his daughter was just a newborn baby. He almost broke down that day as soon as he heard her first cries, he never thought heâd get the blessing of parenthood.
ii.
If thereâs one thing about Leon as a dad, itâs that he really has no backbone when it comes to his adorable daughter. Lecturing wasnât his strong suit, he just wanted to spoil her. Thankfully, she didnât have a knack for finding trouble so he didnât have to worry all that much.
Here Leon was opening the letter he had gotten from his daughterâs elementary school, skimming through it only to see all the positive commentary the homeroom teacher had left. He was a proud father, and he took her on a trip to the store so she could pick out something nice.
âDonât worry your little head about the price, okay? You deserve something special, youâre doing so well at school.â He gave her head a gentle pat, staying close behind her energetic form as she scanned the aisle for toys.
Toys. Great. Leon was sure he would sob when his little girl started asking for electronics and cosmetics. God, how he wished these years didnât fly by so quickly. He had to make the most of them.
âAnything? Even a scooter?â
âUh huh, even a scooter. Want one?â
âYeah theyâre awesome! Can we go look at them? I wanted to ask for one last Christmas but it was really cold so I wouldnât have even been able to play outside much to use it. But itâs almost summer now so it would be nice andâŠâ
She continued rambling on and on while Leon smiled happily. He held her hand and walked her over to where the scooters and bikes were.
Though he was a little concerned. What if she fell one day and scraped her knee? Or what if she hit her ankle with the scooter? Worst pain ever. Either way, heâd have to buy her a helmet and some knee pads.
Being a dad was kinda stressful.
iii.
Leon would try to be there for major milestones as much as possible. Yeah, sometimes he couldnât be there because of the spontaneity of his demanding job, but he made sure to make everything worthwhile when he was present.
Whenever her birthday came up, heâd let Sherry babysit her for a few hours so she wouldnât be at the house while you and him were decorating the place.
âOur little girl is growing up so fast. Sheâs already wanting to sit in the passenger seat, can you believe that?â
âYou big olâ softie.â You laughed a bit at his sulking, but you felt the same way, going over to hug him and comfort him. He held your hips, nuzzling against the crook of you neck. He loved you so much, heâd know nothing about happiness without you.
âI think I finally understand what the adults in my life would say when I was younger.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âThat when youâre a parent, your children donât really get older in your eyes. Yeah sheâs about to turn ten butâŠsheâs still our baby girl. I feel like sheâs still three.â
HEADCANONS
đ Leon would definitely be the type to look up some tutorials on YouTube so he could learn how to do his daughterâs hair. Doesnât matter if itâs straight, wavy, or really curly. Heâll get all the products and get as much practice as possible
đ For bedtime stories heâd just make up child friendly versions of his missions. B.O.Wâs would become dragons, heâd be some sort of knight, and the setting would be a magical forest instead of some isolated and creepy location. And of course thereâd be a happily ever after. In a way, this also helps him cope with his experiences
đ Even in a modern world where cards are used more than cash (much to his dismay), he carries around lots of quarters just in case his daughter wants to get something out of a sticker or candy vending machine
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x fem reader#leon kennedy fluff#resident evil x reader#resident evil fluff
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âYou know me better than anyone. You always have.â for the prompts if it sparks!
(buddie) (788 words) i still have so many of these prompts left lmao, hope you like this one!
âIâm fine,â Buck says, and to his genuine surprise, he really means it.
Eddie raises an eyebrow. Rude, but fair. âYouâre fine,â he echoes, flat and disbelieving.
Buck shrugs. âYeah, man, I donât know what to tell you.â
Eddie blinks a few times. âIs this what denial looks like? I think this might be what denial looks like.â
âDenial is a river in Egypt,â Buck replies cheerfully.
Eddie snorts. âI donât think thatâs how that saying goes.â
âMaybe not,â Buck allows. âStill fine, though.â
âUh-huh,â Eddie says.
âI am!â Buck protests. âIâll prove it. Ask me what happened.â
Eddie heaves a sigh and stands. âIâm getting a beer. Do you want a beer?â
âI mean, yeah, but not if it's a pity beer,â Buck calls after him.
âWouldnât dream of it,â Eddie tosses over his shoulder.
He comes back with a bottle of Buckâs favorite sour, which is ridiculous because the only place that sells it is a full thirty minutes farther than the closest grocery store. Itâs absolutely a pity beer.
âEddie!â Buck exclaims.
He feigns innocence. âI already had it!â
Buck narrows his eyes and takes the bottle from Eddie. âIâm choosing to believe you, but only because I really donât want one of your godawful IPAs.â
Eddie rolls his eyes and settles back on the couch beside him. âIf thatâs what it takes,â he says.
âYouâre supposed to be nice to me,â Buck says accusingly.
âI am nice to you,â Eddie says. He leans his head against the back of the couch and rolls it lazily to the side to look at Buck directly. âIâll be nicer if you can find an adjective other that âfineâ to describe your current state of being.â
Buck blows a soft breath out through his nose. âIâm good, Eds, I promise.â
âI justâyou were more broken up about Natalia,â Eddie says softly. âWhy are you so okay with this?â
And thatâthat is the sixty-four thousand dollar question, isnât it? Because Buck is fine. Heâs not emotionless, but nothing heâs feeling is particularly painful or consuming. Being with Tommy was good and fun and nice, but breaking up with him didnât feel like some terrible ending. It felt like finishing a chapter in a book that you canât put down and staying up late because you just canât wait to start the next one. Heâs never really felt like that before.
âHonestly? I donât know. I just am. You know me better than anyone. You always have. Why donât you tell me?â
Eddie huffs a soft laugh. âContrary to the beliefs of our friends and coworkers, I canât actually read your mind, Buck.â
âI donât know,â Buck teases, âI think you probably could if you tried.â
âSure,â Eddie says. âThink of a number between one and ten.â
Eleven, Buck thinks, just to be an asshole. He grins at Eddie, who stares at him in mock concentration.
Eddie narrows his eyes. âStop cheating,â he says.
Buck bursts out laughing. âSee? Knew you were a little bit psychic.â
âMore like fluent in Buck,â Eddie snarks back.
He feels soft and loose, and it hits him that this is what heâd never quite had with Tommy. They were never as in sync as he is with Eddie. Heâs never felt so comfortable, so known as he does when heâs here. Itâs an impossibly high bar to hold a partner to, butâ
Buckâs jaw drops.
Eddieâs expression shifts to vaguely concerned confusion. âWhat?â
âNothing,â Buck says quickly.
Eddie fixes him with an unimpressed look.
âI just, uhââ Buck stalls, frantically searching for words that havenât quite coalesced yet in his mind. âUm. I think Iââ
Eddie sits up a little straighter. âBuck,â he says, soft and worried. âItâs just me.â
Itâs just Eddie. Eddie who knows him. Eddie who sees him. Eddie who makes fun of him and trusts him and treasures the little pieces of him heâs handed over throughout the years. Itâs just Eddie.
Itâs Eddie, and all at once Buck is realizing that itâs never going to be anyone else.
âI, uhââ Buck tries again. âI have toâI forgot to feed my neighborâs cat,â he lies, standing so quickly that he bumps the coffee table and nearly knocks over Eddieâs mostly full beer.
Eddieâs brow creases. âOkay,â he says quietly, and Buck doesnât think for a second he believes him.
âIâm just gonnaâIâll see you tomorrow?â Buck asks desperately.
âCourse,â Eddie says.
âThanks for theâbye!â Buck squeaks.
He hightails it out the door and throws himself behind the wheel of his Jeep. Of course he isnât upset about Tommy. How could he be?
Heâs been in love with Eddie the whole fucking time.
#thank you for the prompt anon i hope you liked it!#911#911 abc#buddie#buddiefic#buddie fic#fic#abbie writes#abbie answers#anon
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not my boyfriend
luke hughes x fem reader
word count: 9.6k (the google doc was forty pages long idk what happened i got carried away)
warnings: jokes about dying/being killed, drinking, mentions of harassment (none actually happens though, just a topic discussed.) cursing, party games, lots of fighting that couldâve been avoided, VERY unrealistic scenarios and timelines lol, reader is stubborn for no reason and pisses me off (sorry)
note: this takes place during lukeâs first full season as a devil. also idk how season tickets work with the devils so... hope yâall enjoy, leave feedback and lmk what you think, love yâall babes <3!!!
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growing up in newark meant you were a devils fan by default. which wasnât a bad thing, your father was a season ticket holder and often took you to games with him as you were the only one of your siblings who was still living at home.
you were the youngest of five, all others being boys, and the university you attended was only a five minute drive from your house so instead of moving into the dorms you continued to live at home.Â
at each game you always wore unmarked jerseys, shirts, and hoodies. no number or last names on any of them, you werenât a big enough fan to have a jersey that branded you so you stayed content with your blank ones.Â
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it was the home opener for the devils and your father dragged you, along with all your brothers, out to attend the game with him. he managed to get tickets right behind the devils bench this year, you didnât even want to know how much money he had to spend to get them.Â
âdad isnât this a bit much? the game is going to be the exact same if we were sitting in our normal seats, two levels above.â you asked him once everyone was situated and comfortable in their seats.
âoh shut up y/n, these seats are great and who knows maybe youâll catch the eye of a cute hockey player and you can live out your trophy wife fantasies.â your brother, who was sitting two seats down from you, teased.
âshut up david.â you said reaching over your other brothers to hit him, which you didâŠthree times.
âwould you two cut it out, youâre attracting a crowd.â your father scolded.
he was right, not only were a few people sitting behind you watching, but so were a couple people on the bench in front of you.
you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face in your brother gavinâs shoulder.Â
âkill me gav, kill me.â your voice was muffled.
ânumber forty three is staring pretty hard right now y/n.â gavin wiggled his eyebrows at you.
you shot your head up and made, brief, eye contact with a boy who looked around your age before he quickly looked away. another player, who looked just a little older than you, laughed at him before giving you a wink.
âiâm serious gavin, shoot me right here.â you said, pointing between your eyes. âlike iâm a horse that just broke itâs leg.â
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after the game you went to dinner with your family before you parted ways. you had picked up your coworkers shift because he had a family emergency and wasnât able to come in. during the summer between your senior year of high school and your freshman year of college you attended bartending school. you thought that working in the night life industry, especially as a young attractive woman, that you would be getting a lot of money in tips.
and you were correct.
your grandparents were covering your tuition, and since you were living at home there were no room and board charges, but you did have a car to pay for, books and school supplies, as well as an addiction to shopping that you had to support. so the job really was great.
it was a nice cocktail, lounge, styled bar. lots of business meetings took place, and overall upper class patrons were the ones who would visit. it wasnât rare that local celebrities would stop by, or new yorkers wanting a lower tax on their tequila sunrise. so when a few people on the new jersey devils roster walked in, nobody was surprised.Â
ây/n iâll take bottle service for them tonight if you cover my side of the bar while iâm out? we can split their tip 70/30.â your coworker brian suggested after seeing them all make their way towards the private section, meaning they would not be ordering drinks themselves like all the other people in the establishment.Â
â60/40, itâs a saturday night brian.â he rolled his eyes before agreeing, making his way over to the group as you began writing down tickets.
with brian gone you were now the only one behind the bar, it being a busy saturday night you didnât really have any time to yourself. constantly getting new orders, or people confused why you needed their card to open a tab, you werenât really planning on taking a break anytime soon.Â
âwhat can i get you?â you asked whoever sat in the seat across from where you were currently fulfilling orders. you didnât look up to properly acknowledge the customer, but you know they heard you because your question was quickly followed by a long âuhhhhhâ before you placed the drinks you had been working on infront of their respective owners.
âwhile you uhhhh on that, iâm gonna go help customers that know what they want.â you didnât really mean to be so rude, but you didnât have time to provide good customer service.
âwait!â you had barely turned around before the customer stopped you. âiâm sorry, itâs just that i am not twenty one, so i donât know what i can order here.â
âyouâre not old enough to drink? how the hell did you get in? because if you used a fake iâm sorry but iâm gonna have to cut it.â you finally looked up from the glasses in front of you to see who exactly you were speaking with. he looked familiar, you couldnât figure out where you knew him from. probably just a student youâve seen around campus.
âno itâs nothing like that. iâm here with some of my teammates.â he nodded his head towards the private section where you could see brian making them drinks.
you looked back at his face again before the realization hit you.
âyou were the player staring at me earlier.â
âyou were the girl that slapped her brother in front of everyone earlier.â
you blushed at his recollection of you, he blushed at yours as well.Â
âguilty.â you both said at the same time, causing some laughs to let out before the moment was interrupted by some people on the other side of the bar yelling that they wanted their drinks.
âiâll be back in a little bit, sorry.â you apologized to the boy before turning to start making the drinks that the customers had ordered nearly five minutes ago, audibly groaning at the line that was forming all around the bar and the amount of people now entering.
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it ended up being nearly thirty minutes before the rush of orders you had gotten was cleared and you had time to go back to where that boy was sitting. you werenât surprised that he was no longer there, but you were disappointed.Â
you decided to take the rare break to your advantage and poured yourself a glass of apple juice, savoring the taste before you brought your attention towards the group in the back. brian mustâve really been working for those tips because you had never seen a group so entertained in your life.Â
making eye contact with the boy, you smiled as he stood up from his seat, excusing himself from the group being met with a smirk from the guy he was sitting next to, who you recognized as the one who winked at you earlier.
âyou know you guys are paying for bottle service, you donât have to come up to the bar to order drinks. itâs kinda what it was made for.â you said once the boy had sat down in the seat he was in just an hour before.
âi know, but i donât want the guys to make fun of me for ordering orange juice.â
âare you assuming that i wouldnât make fun of you? because i would, and i will. iâm team apple juice.â you said, raising your glass filled with apple juice, into the air.Â
âcanât drink on the job?âÂ
you laughed at how stupid of a question that was, just because you worked as a bartender doesnât mean you have no decorum. â couldnât even if i wanted to, iâm nineteen.âÂ
âoh so youâre my age, well a year younger.â he smiled to himself. âiâm twenty.â
you nodded at his words, too busy closing out a tab to respond.
âhow can you work here though? if youâre nineteen. donât you have to be twenty one?â he asked.
âno, you need to be eighteen to serve alcohol in the states.â you responded, not even looking up.
âgot it.â he trailed off, it quickly became awkward as you were too busy to give him the attention he was obviously looking for. âiâm luke by the way, donât think i told you my name yet.â
âiâm y/n, but iâm pretty busy right now so maybe you could go back to your table. i donât mean to be rude, but i canât spend my whole shift talking to you and not working.â you told him, noticing the long line that was beginning to form again.
âoh yea of course, sorry. umm iâll see you around.â luke said, getting up.
you didnât respond and just walked over to the other side of the bar where the people who had been waiting the longest were.
luke sighed before walking back over to his group.
âwhatâs the matter lukey? couldnât impress the hot girl by ordering an orange juice.â
âshut up jack.â
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it was only five days later that your father was bringing you along to another devils game and once again you got dressed in your unnamed jersey and a pair of leggings. you had work right after, having taken the closing shift tonight so you would be able to enjoy the game for at least an hour and a half before you would have to go.
âdad please tell me we arenât in those seats again. you donât need to be wasting your money like that, our usual seats are just fine.â you spoke as you followed your dad through the arena.
âsweetie, it is my money to spend and i wanted this. i never miss a home game, all of the money spent is being spent for good use.â you father responded, making his way down towards the glass.Â
you had arrived after warm ups were finished so now you were just waiting for the game to actually start. playing a game on your phone, you were easily pulled into a trance and didnât even realize that the players had made their way onto the ice until your father nudged you.
ây/n would you pay attention? the boy is looking at you again.â your head shot up at his words and you quickly made eye contact with the boy from last week, luke.Â
he waved at you before turning around before you even had the chance to wave back.
âthat was weird.â you said, not to anyone in particular, but you werenât aware of your volume because that same guy that winked at you began laughing and pushed luke who was visibly blushing.
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âcan i get an orange juice? on the rocks.âÂ
you turned around to see number forty three smiling at you, his hand behind his neck in an awkward stance.
âluke.â
ây/n.â
âis your group here today? we didnât get any mentions of bottle service being needed tonight.â
âyeah, it was a last minute thing. i asked if we could come to this bar instead of the one we had planned on going to.â
âwhy? because the orange juice is that good?â
âwithout a doubt.âÂ
you laughed at his words before looking over at your coworker.Â
âdo you wanna do bottle service tonight? or should i?â
âiâll do it. the general manager is here tonight and you know how she gets when itâs a group of men getting bottle service.âÂ
âgot it, thank you brian.â
you looked back to see luke staring at you confused.
âwhy doesnât she like men getting bottle service?â
âitâs not that, there have just been a few too many cases of us having to kick people out because of their behavior towards female bartenders.âÂ
âhas that ever happened to you?â his voice suddenly angry, causing you to look at him funny.
âcool it casanova.â you laughed, ignoring his question because you have. thatâs just what comes with a job in the night life industry though. âi have to get back to work, but iâll see you around luke.âÂ
dejected, luke made his way to where his teammates were sitting.
âdid you fuck up again?âÂ
âyesâŠ? i honestly donât know.â
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it had been two weeks since that night.
you hadnât been able to make it to any of the devils games due to coming down with a bug, also causing you to miss school and work. it definitely wasnât ideal considering it was nearly thanksgiving break, which meant it was nearly finals week. but you couldnât complain, it was always nice to do nothing but binge watch investigation discovery and drink yellow gatorade all day.
âdad can i come with you to the game tonight? my fever is gone and i havenât been sick in three days. i need to get out of the house badly.â you asked your father once he made it home from work.
âsure sweetie. iâm planning on leaving in half an hour, i want to make it to warm ups tonight.â he replied, shuffling through the mail.
âgot it dad, iâll go get ready.â
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you quickly got ready for the game. deciding that you wouldnât wear any makeup tonight, your eyelash extensions were enough to carry the rest of the face. tying your hair into a braid, you got dressed in an unmarked devils hoodie and leggings before throwing your shoes on.
âdad iâm ready if you wanna leave a little earlier.â you called out from upstairs, spraying your perfume on.
âsounds good hun, iâll meet you in the car.âÂ
you were really excited for tonight's game, mainly because this was your first outing in civilization in nearly fourteen days, but a little part of you was excited to see luke again.Â
a little part of you was afraid he had forgotten who you were, as you had only interacted a handful of times.Â
a loud honk ripped you from your thoughts as you could hear your father yelling from outside.
âiâm about to leave without you y/n.â
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you sat in your seat playing on your phone as you anxiously waited for the game to start
âwhatâs got you so jittery?â your father asks, noticing your legs bouncing. âdoes it have anything to do with number forty three?â
your eyes widened at the second question that came from your fatherâs mouth.
âi have no idea what youâre talking about.â you spoke defensively.
âwell i thought i might ask because he has been staring at you since he got onto the ice.â
you had been so caught up in your thoughts that you missed warmups beginning, and looking up you met lukeâs eyes.
you gave him a smile and a small wave, which he returned before number eighty six rammed into his shoulders and luke went back to what he was supposed to be doing.
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after the game you decided to tackle the large load of school work that had been piling up from your sick days.
you managed to spend a good three hours uninterrupted before your phone began ringing. you picked it up to see your general manager's contact shown on the screen. groaning you answered the call, hoping she wasnât going to call you in because there is nothing worse than a friday night shift.
âhey y/n, iâm sorry to bother you but this boy is currently asking about you at the bar and i need to know if you know him or if i need to ban him from the property.â she spoke.
your eyes widened, a little scared because this wouldnât be the first time that youâve had creepy men asking about you on your nights off.
âwhat is his name?â you ask, you doubted it but there was a chance you did know him.
âluke hughes.â you heard him yell in the background.
âyes darlene, i know him. he is harmless, please let him leave the jail cell.â you joked, knowing for a fact she had him held captive in the office.Â
âhe wants your number.â she whispered.
âjust give it to him, and seriously let him go. him and his teammates tip a lot.â
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from: *** *** ****
y/n?
from: *** *** ****
this is luke.Â
from: *** *** ****
iâm a little nervous that your boss gave me a fake number just so i would leave her alone, so if you could respond that would be greatly appreciated.
to: *** *** ****
iâm sorry, but youâve reached the rejection hotline. the person who gave you this number is not interested.
from: *** *** ****
lovely.
to: *** *** ****
iâm totally kidding.
to: *** *** ****
this is y/n lmao.
from: luke hughes
that is not funny.
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over the course of the weekend you and luke texted a lot.Â
mainly just basic information. favorite food, tv shows, some random questions.
from: luke hughes
why do you wear blank jerseys?
from: luke hughes
and blank everything else? you never have a name or number on you at games.
to: luke hughes
thatâs just not something iâm into.
to: luke hughes
there isnât a hockey player i like enough to wear their name or number.
that wasnât entirely true.Â
while you were a devils fan by default, you were a hurricanes fan and sebastian aho enthusiast by choice.Â
you had multiple jerseys and shirts with his name and number all over them, but the devils only played the hurricanes on home ice a limited time each season so you werenât able to break out your collection all that often.Â
luckily for you, the hurricanes were playing the devils at the prudential center in five weeks and that was one of the only things you were truly looking forward to these days, as sad as that sounds.
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âthe boy who keeps asking for you is here.â brian said to you as he entered the office.Â
âwhat do you mean keeps? darlene just told me about the one time.â you responded, turning your attention off of the roblox game you were playing and towards your coworker.
âbecause iâve only ever gotten darlene involved once. he kept asking for your schedule that night and i nearly called the cops.do you know how scared i was? not for you of course, just of the amount of paperwork and witness reports iâd have to deal with. did i ever tell you about the time that one psycho came in here with a butter knife and threatenedââÂ
âbrian focus.âÂ
âright sorry. he has come in asking for you at least ten times now. if you want me to kick him out i will, iâve been working out.â brian finished his rant by flexing his muscles, that werenât even there.
âyouâre 5â7 brian. no amount of muscle will make up for that.â you started, picking your phone up. âiâve got it donât worry, but thanks.â
to: luke hughes
are you stalking me?
to: luke hughes
because i will get a restraining order against you.
to: luke hughes
i donât care how attractive you are.
from: luke hughes
so you think iâm attractive?
to: luke hughes
is that seriously all you got from that??
to: luke hughes
STOP BOTHERING MY COWORKERS !!!
from: luke hughes
will do.
from: luke hughes
as long as you agree to go out with me this week.
to: luke hughes
fine.
to: luke hughes
but only because i would like to go one night without my coworkers asking if they need to place your image on the blacklisted board.
from: luke hughes
yeah totally âonly becauseââŠ
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âso you expect me to believe that after the game tonight you are going out with luke hughes. the rookie player for the new jersey devils?â your father asks.
âyes dad.â you deadpanned.
you had told him of your plans for after the game tonight forty minutes ago and he does not believe you in the slightest.
âwhat did you take for your migraine earlier?â he asks, chuckling. âoh no, did you get into my medicine cabinet? iâm pretty sure i bought those painkillers back in âeighty-nine.âÂ
âyouâre hilarious. now can we leave please? warm ups are already almost over.â you said, unamused, while your father was bent over laughing at his stupid joke. âiâm going without you.â
âlike hell you are.â he said, snapping up right and marching over to the front door. âif you are telling me the truth i have to meet this boy and talk to himâŠto ask him if youâre blackmailing him into this.â
he added that last part once he was already outside, you groaned as you heard him laughing from inside the car.
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to: luke hughes
i will be waiting in the car park after the game whenever you get out.
to: luke hughes
also my dad wants to meet you.
to: luke hughes
he says itâs because he needs to make sure iâm safe, but really he just thinks iâm lying to him about your existence in my life.
+++
âsweetie when is he coming? it is late and iâve got work in the morning.â your father asks, for what feels like the hundredth time.
âdad, iâve already told you that you can leave. i donât need you here.â you replied, for what felt like the hundredth time.
âwhat if he kidnaps you? or kills you? heâs got money, he could cover it up in an instant.â he snaps his fingers when he said instant to emphasize his point.
âi would never do that sir.â a different voice cut in.
both you and your fathers heads whip around and youâre met with the sight of luke, looking very good in his suit.
âholy shit y/n you werenât lying to me.â your dad says, walking up to where luke was standing to shake his hand. âlet me tell you kid, i thought my daughter had lost her mind.âÂ
âdad. please stop.â you stated, annoyed at his behavior, finding a spot to stand next to luke.Â
âright. sorry sweetie.â he said before turning his attention back towards luke. âhave her home no later than midnight.âÂ
âyes sir.â luke stated, before your dad turned around and walked towards his car.
âso where are we going?â you ask. âyouâre dressed like weâre going to a five star restaurant and iâm dressed like weâre going to a drive thru.â you explained, pointing to the major differences in your attire.
âiâll meet you halfway.â
+++
âis it too late to tell you that i prefer qdoba?â you told luke as he pulled into the parking lot of a chipotle.
âi think i should take you home.â luke joked, before running around the car to open your door for you, slightly tripping in the process.Â
âi should warn you though, i get queso and guac on my burritos.â you told him, knowing that he would be paying.
âwhat? thatâs like an extra seven dollars.â he complains, holding the front door open for you to walk in.
âshouldâve taken me to qdoba, itâs free there.âÂ
+++
the night went very well.
you and luke talked about anything and everything.Â
it was fifteen minutes to midnight when luke pulled up in front of your house to say goodbye.
noticing that the lights were on, luke asked if your father really stayed up to see if he had brought you home on time.
âi can guarantee he is currently in his recliner and snoring.â you told luke before you both started walking up the porch steps.
âwell i had lots of fun tonight. you should really send me a text whenever youâre bored at work, i can always use my celebrity status to get in while being underage.â luke said once you had made it to the front door.
âyour C-list celebrity status?â you started.
â-oh come on, iâm a b-list at least.â he cut in.
âdonât you have better things to do than sit at a bar and drink orange juice?â you finished your thought.
âhonestly no. i donât have any friends in jersey that arenât my teammates.â
âwell if you ever want to go to a party or hang out with me and my friends you always can, just text me if youâre ever bored at home.âÂ
you said your proper goodbyes and once you stepped into your house you saw your father asleep in his recliner.
to: luke hughes
*image*
i told you he would be asleep. he would never know if we actually stayed out past curfew.
from: luke hughes
did you catch him mid snore in that photo? thatâs honestly a violation.
+++
from: luke hughes
iâm bored.
to: luke hughes
what am i supposed to do about that?
from: luke hughes
đđđ
to: luke hughes
IâM KIDDING
to: luke hughes
do you not have a game tonight? because iâm planning on attending a frat party tonight if you would like to tag along.
to: luke hughes
unless you are now above frat parties after finishing school.
from: luke hughes
iâd love to join you.
to: luke hughes
great! i was planning on getting there at 10:30. do you just want to drive to my house? my friends are taking me btw and we could always just double buckle.
from: luke hughes
yea sure. what should i wear?
to: luke hughes
oh nothing too fancy just a tuxedo.
to: luke hughes
bowtie included.
from: luke hughes
i hate you.
+++
âwill you all please promise to be nice to him and be on your best behavior? i think i actually like this one and i donât him to be scared away.â you warned your friends who were currently in your room pregaming.
âhey donât look at me, iâll be nice as hell to your new boy toy.â your best friend, trinity, spoke. you rolled your eyes at her before looking at the boys who crowded on your floor.
âcal, bass, and tyler.â you spoke firmly, attempting to intimidate them. âi swear to god if any of you make him uncomfortable, all of my images and videos from syllabus week are getting posted on the main.â
âsir yes sir!â the three shouted in unison, only causing your eyes to roll back further into your head.
âjust please be welcoming. talk to him, get to know him, do not force him to play rage cage if he does not want to.â you emphasized that last point at kade.
âif he doesnât willingly play rage cage he isnât the one for you y/n.â
you were about to make a snarky comment but were cut off by your phone going off.
from: luke hughes
hey iâm outside. should i knock or wait out here?
to: luke hughes
just come inside, front door is unlocked.Â
to: luke hughes
weâre upstairs in my room, just follow the sound of shitty music. my friend bass has aux tonight.
you could feel the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. you hadnât informed the group that your luke was luke hughes, they were all devils fans and were in the know about things so they definitely know who he is.
âhe is coming upstairs right now, yâall iâm serious, best behavior.â
the sound of a knock made all five heads turn towards the door.
âno fucking way-â
âshut it!â you cut cal off. âhey luke, come in. there are shooters on my desk if you want something to pregame with. trinity is sober tonight so you donât have to worry about driving.â
luke makes his way over to your dresser and grabs three shooters before making his way towards the spot next to you.
âeverybody this is luke, luke this is everybody.â you motioned your hands back and forth. âtyler, cal, trinity, and bass.âÂ
you pointed to your friends, who were looking at the two of you with shock and disbelief on their faces, as you named them.
âletâs go to the party, i wanna play rage cage.âÂ
+++
âis bass your real name or is it just a nickname?âÂ
after arriving at the party you and your group established where trinity would be all night everyone started asking luke questions, the majority of them were about hockey and the nhl before you texted the groupchat and told them to shut their fucking mouths about his career.
ânickname. my name is sebastian, but this one-â bass grabs onto your shoulders and pulls you in front of him. â-says there is only one sebastian in her life and i am, unfortunately, not him so she started calling me bass and everybody else just latched onto it.â
you glared at him before speaking. âi was being sarcastic when i told you that, and you came up with the fucking nickname.â
âyeah, itâs not y/nâs fault you share a name with the love of her life and future husband.â tyler said, giggling after you hit his stomach.
âokay letâs go play rage cage, yâall need to shut up.â you said making your way outside, trinity informed everyone that she would stay in her spot and to text her if it is urgent. âluke do you play rage cage?â
it was an important question.Â
sure most people favor cup pong or even flip up as a party game, but rage cage was what you and your friends dominated at every function.
âi have never played it before. havenât even heard of it.â luke shrugged.Â
everyoneâs movements paused for a second before hell froze over.
âWHAT?â
âyouâve never heard of it?â
âwhat fucking school did you go to?â
ây/n get him out of my face.â
you werenât even sure who said what, but luke had a slightly scared look on his face.Â
âtheyâre joking luke, let me teach you how to play.â
+++
âso your future husband's name is sebastian? should i even continue pursuing you?â luke asked, jokingly, once you two were left alone in the backyard, tyler had drank one too many bitch cups and needed to be nursed back to health.
âi am most definitely not marrying him. he is six years older than me, lives hundreds of miles away, and also knows nothing of my existence.â you informed luke before finishing your drink. âyou should definitely continue to pursue me.â
+++
from: luke hughes
are you coming to the game tonight?
from: luke hughes
i have a proposition for you, if you are.
to: luke hughes
iâm listening
from: luke hughes
you wear my jersey tonight, and in return i win the game.
from: luke hughes
itâs a win-win situation
to: luke hughes
yea for you. i get nothing out of it.
to: luke hughes
also i do not own a jersey with anyoneâs name on it, let alone yours.
to: luke hughes
and you are NOT buying me one. if i want a jersey i will pay for it myselfâŠor my father will.
from: luke hughes
fine.
from: luke hughes
but when you become my girlfriend you have to wear my jersey, no matter what.
to: luke hughes
okay, if i become your girlfriend i will wear your jersey.
from: luke hughes
not if, when.
to: luke hughes
iâll see you tonight weirdo.
+++
âyour boyfriend is waving at you.âÂ
âdavid shut up he isnât my boyfriend.â you responded to your brother, shoving him.
you waved back at luke before his smile dropped and he pointed towards the jersey david was wearing. how you didnât see the name and number on the back before? you didnât know.
âare you seriously wearing lukeâs jersey right now?â you placed your head in your hands knowing the conversation that would come of this. âhe asks me to wear it before every home game and i never do, and now my own brother is wearing his jersey and not me.â
âwhy wonât you wear his jersey?â your brother asks, finishing off his beer. â-and donât give me that bullshit answer of you never wear anyoneâs jersey. you wear ahoâs.â
âthatâs because sebastian aho is sebastian aho.â you deadpanned. âthere has never been a player, besides aho, that i have liked enough to wear their number. iâm not a fan of anyoneâŠbesides aho.â
âyeah, but lukeâs your boyfriend.â
âoh my god he isnât my boyfriend, do you ever listen to me? idiot.â
+++
âso your brother wears my jersey, but you donât?âÂ
the sound of lukeâs voice drew your attention away from the tab you were closing out at work. âi knew you were gonna show up tonight. remind me again why i decided to give you my schedule?â
âbecause iâm awesome.â luke answered, taking a seat in front of you. â-but of course not awesome enough for you to wear my jersey.â
âare we still on that?â you asked, handing luke a pop.Â
âyes we are.â he stated blankly. âseriously i donât understand why you wonât just wear my jersey. you said you didnât want to pay for one, and that i couldnât pay for one. but now that i know your brother has one i would very much appreciate it if you would wear it, to at least one game.â
âiâll think about it.â
+++
your answer was no. that was three weeks ago and you still had yet to wear a jersey with the number forty three on the back.
tonight you were excited.Â
the carolina hurricanes were playing the devils at the prudential center tonight and you and your friends all got seats behind the canes bench. none of them were canes fans, but this one the one game a year that you had the opportunity to sit near sebastian aho and you would be damned if you missed out on that opportunity.Â
from: luke hughes
you coming tonight?
to: luke hughes
yeah.
to: luke hughes
so are trinity, bass, tyler, and cal.
from: luke hughes
oh great, i havenât seen them in a bit.
from: luke hughes
are you guys going out after the game? itâs a friday night.
to: luke hughes
yes we are. calâs frat is hosting this sport night thing if you wanna come with.
to: luke hughes
just bring a jersey to change into after the game.
from: luke hughes
oh crap i donât own any jerseys.
to: luke hughes
youâre hilarious bud.
to: luke hughes
but just so you know iâm not sitting in my usual spot tonight. my brothers are sitting with my dad tonight.
+++
âno fucking way.â
that was the first thing you heard as you got in bassâ car.
âwhat?â you asked, everyone looked at you in disbelief.
âyou are wearing ahoâs jersey.â tyler replied, speaking for everyone in the car. âand youâre dating luke hughes.â
âi am not dating luke, you guys know that.â you deadpanned, you were getting sick and tired of people mistaking you for lukeâs girlfriend. almost as much as you were sick and tired of not being lukeâs girlfriend. â-and you also know that i am a loyal sebastian aho supporter before anything else.â you added the end in a lighter tone of voice.Â
âalright, but when luke gets upset with you tonight you cannot be angry when we tell you we told you so.â
the rest of the car ride only one thing, a question, was on your mind, would he really get upset with you?
+++
âoh my god!â
âhow many times are you gonna say oh my god tonight y/n?â trinity asked.
she had a point. it was like the only thing that was coming out of your mouth.
ânever.â you deadpanned. âsebastian aho is right in front of me. my future husband is right in front of me.â you got more giddy by the end of your statement.
âoh wow y/n, youâre blushing.â cal poked your side. âthatâs pathetic.â
âlover boy, two oâclock. does not look happy.â
you looked over to your right and saw luke looking at you with an expression you couldnât quite read, but bass was right, he did not look happy.
+++
âGOAL!â you screamed, shooting up from your seat. âSUCK IT DEVILS!â
âalright calm down y/n.â tyler said, laughing at you.
âNO! sebastian aho just scored his second goal of the night, if he gets one more iâm gonna lose it.â you replied, sitting back down.
âoh god you havenât lost it yet?â
+++
to: luke hughes
hey! sorry about the game, you played great :)
to: luke hughes
if you do want to come to the party weâll be at this is the address.
to: luke hughes
12345 house street
to: luke hughes
i hope to see you there.
âso is your boyfriend coming tonight?â cal asked.Â
ânot my boyfriend.â you started. âand i donât know. i just texted him the address for him to meet us there if he wants.â
âok. real talk,â trinity started. âdo you want him to be your boyfriend?âÂ
âi do-â
you were cut off by the screaming of your four friends.
âshut it.â you snapped, effectively shutting them up. âi do want him to be my boyfriend, but i have no idea if he wants me to be his girlfriend. i mean weâve known each other for three months and he has talked about us dating in the past but he hasnât asked me out yet and i donât know if he ever will.âÂ
ây/n donât be like that. i can tell by the way he looks at you and acts around you that he likes you, a lot, and also he looked jealous as hell when he saw whose jersey you were wearing tonight.â bass said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.Â
âokay enough with the pity party, lets go to the party. i need a drink.âÂ
+++
from: luke hughes
not really in the mood for a party tonight.Â
to: luke hughes
oh ok.Â
to: luke hughes
well iâll see you soon, yeah?
âluke isnât coming tonight.â you told the group, an upset look rested on your face.
âohâŠwell itâs probably nothing. i wouldnât want to go out and celebrate a loss.â trinity said, giving you a reassuring smile.Â
âok i seriously need a drink now.âÂ
+++
it has been over a week since the game and luke hasnât spoken to you once.Â
all texts have been left unanswered, he hasnât come to visit you at work, and when you were at the game two days ago he didnât look at you once.
you were working the closing shift tonight, and it was a monday so it was not very busy. in the past you would text luke and he would arrive as soon as he could, but you stopped attempting to communicate with luke two days ago, after the game. he made it clear he no longer wanted anything to do with you.
ây/n, someone is at the bar asking for you.â you looked up from the wall you were staring at in the office to see brian. ânot the usual one though. did you and your boyfriend break up?âÂ
you had a little bit of hope that it was luke for just a moment, before brian told you it wasnât him. âheâs not my boyfriend. never was.â
you stepped out of the back room to see the other hughes brother sitting at your bar.
âhello jack. what do i owe the pleasure?â you ask, planting yourself across from him.
âwe need to talk about you and luke.â he replied curtly.
âthere is no me and luke, he has made it very clear that he is no longer interested in being my friend anymore.â you said, pouring a drink for no one, you just needed something to do.
âthatâs the thing. he does want to be your friend, more than that. this past week he has not shut up about you and how you guys werenât talking anymore. what happened?â jack asked, grabbing the now finished drink and bringing it to his lips.
âi donât even know. we were planning on going to this party at my friends frat together and then after your guysâ game against the hurricanes he flaked out and hasnât spoken to me since. iâve reached out and havenât gotten anything back, i was at the game on saturday and he didnât even look at me, so if he is upset that we arenât talking then he is just upset with himself.â you took a moment to catch your breath before looking at jack.
âwhose jersey did you wear to our game against the hurricanes?âÂ
âsebastian ahoâs. why?â
jack let out a chuckle and shook his head. âmakes sense. he was muttering stupid sebastian aho and fucking homewrecker the whole way home and bunkered himself in his room for days.âÂ
âi always refused to wear his jersey to games, or his anything, and now iâm realizing i probably pissed him off by wearing someone elseâs name and number when iâve been telling him the whole time iâve known him that the reason i wonât wear his stuff is because i donât wear anyones.â you told jack, pouring another drink.
âi wouldnât say he is pissed off. he is definitely upset though.â jack starts, standing up. âi think you should come to our game this thursday-â
âi always go to your games.â you cut him off. âwell come to our game this thursday wearing his jersey. i think that is all he wantsâŠwell that and you being his girlfriend.â jack finished, not giving you a chance to respond before walking out the front doors.
+++
âdavid please, just let me borrow your jersey for one night.â you begged your brother over the phone.
âno can do little sis. just go buy your own, i mean it might be beneficial to own your own luke hughes jersey when luke hughes is your boyfriend.â
âdavid iâm not even gonna say it, but seriously? where am i gonna find a jersey on such short notice?â âat literally any store in newark. walk down mainstreet and youâll probably find five in the front window of shops.â david answers, the sarcastic tone in his voice pissing you off further.
âgoodbye. iâm gonna go walk around looking for a jersey in the freezing cold now.â
+++
to: luke hughes
hey. i know we havenât talked in a little bit but i spoke with your brother the other day.Â
to: luke hughes
iâm going to the game tonight, if you would be willing to let me see you after i would really appreciate it.
to: luke hughes
i would like to talk to you.
+++
you werenât able to find a jersey with lukeâs number on it so you wore a blank jersey tonight, which kind of crushed your original plan for the evening, but you still had to try.
âare you sure sweetie? because i have no issue waiting until he shows up.âÂ
âyes dad, iâm sure. iâll be fine, please go.â you assured your dad, pushing him towards his car.
it wasnât until forty minutes later that you heard footsteps approaching you. you turned your head around and frowned at the sight of jack hughes walking your way.
âsorry iâm not the brother you wanted to see, but luke left as soon as he could and ubered back to our apartment.âÂ
you nodded in defeat. âthank you for telling me. iâll just order myself an uber home thenâŠtell luke i said good game and if he ever wants to talk he can message me.â
âwhy donât you tell him yourself.â
+++
trinity would literally die if you told her whose car you were currently sitting shotgun in.Â
ïżœïżœïżœluke made it pretty clear he doesnât want to talk to me, or even see me. i donât think this is a good idea jack.â
jack had convinced you that the best thing to do in this situation was to confront luke directly. not as much convinced you, but rather offered you a ride home and said he had to make a stop on the way, that stop being his and lukeâs place.Â
ây/n luke is miserable not talking to you, and that is making me miserable.â
âwell he wouldnât be so miserable if he would just text me back, he is the one choosing to not speak to me. can we just get this over with? drive faster.â
+++
âlukeâs room is down that hall, second door to the right.â jack informed you, you thanked him quietly before making your way to lukeâs room.Â
you knocked gently and got no response so you knocked again, a little harder.
âjack iâm not in the mood right now. go away.âÂ
you tried to speak up but nothing came out, so you just knocked again.
âjack iâm serious. this whole y/n situation is messing with my head, i played awful tonight and i just want to go to sleep.â
âwell if itâs messing with you so much and making you as upset as jack says it is then maybe you should just text me back and we can figure out how to fix this.â you spoke, frustration clear in your tone.Â
you didnât give him the chance to respond before you made your way out of their apartment and towards the stairwell, ordering an uber as you ran down the steps.
once outside you saw that your uber was about five minutes away so you were forced to just stand there and wait. from: luke hughes
iâm sorry.
from: luke hughes
please come back up.Â
to: luke hughes
no.
from: luke hughes
please. let's talk about this.
to: luke hughes
iâve given you many chances in the past week for us to talk and youâve ignored me each time.
to: luke hughes
itâs my turn to be upset now.
+++
that was two weeks ago and you havenât seen or spoken to luke since.
you went to your mothers house is oregon for christmas and came back to new jersey today.Â
the second you ended your gift exchange with your father you went up to your room and opened your texts with luke.
from: luke hughes
y/n iâm sorry.
from: luke hughes
please talk to me.
from: luke hughes
merry christmas, i got you a gift. i asked your coworker brian where youâve been, he said it that you were spending christmas at your moms this year so iâll give it to you when you get back.
from: luke hughes
please text me when you get back.
from: luke hughes
i need to see you.
you spent a few moments contemplating whether to send a text or to continue ignoring him, even if the later was driving you crazy.
before you could stop yourself you sent a message, and got one back immediately.
to: luke hughes
iâm back in newark.
from: luke hughes
on my way
you slightly panicked when you realized that after nearly a month of silence between the two of you, luke was now going to be in front of you and in your presence again. you didnât know what you were going to say, worry filled you thinking about the many outcomes that could happen.
âsweetie, luke is at the door for you.â
you timidly stood up and took a deep breath or two before making your way downstairs.Â
âhey luke, letâs go up to my room to talk.âÂ
luke nodded before stepping inside, giving your father a proper greeting before heading up the stairs.
âok, so can you start off by telling me why you ghosted me for a full week?â you asked him once he had sat down on your hammock chair, you across from him on your bed.
âyou wore someone elseâs jersey.â luke started, letting out a deep breath afterwards. âafter you told me for months that you never wear anyoneâs jersey, so you wouldnât wear mine.â
the sound of your friends yelling âi told you soâ played in your head, but you pushed it aside to focus on what was happening in front of you.
luke was now in your closet, where he would find your many, many, aho items.
âluke please get out of my closet.â you were angry, he had no reason to be searching your things.
âhow many things do you own of him. jesus.â luke said once he finally walked back into your bedroom.Â
âluke iâm sorry that i lied to you about never wearing anyone elseâs jersey, but is that seriously why you ignored me?â you were a little skeptical of his reasoning.
âwhy did you ignore me for multiple weeks?â luke ignored your question.
âbecause you were the one leaving me on read and skipping out on our plans, but then you went around telling people you were miserable not talking to me as if i was the one who failed to reach out and that made me angry. i gave you so many opportunities lukeâŠand you didnât take up any of them. so i got mad and i knew i was about to leave town for two weeks and i didnât really wanna communicate with you during my vacation.â
âwhy did you lie to me?â luke asked, now taking a seat next to you on your bed.
âi honestly donât know. iâve only ever worn ahoâs number, just feels weird wearing someone elseâs. and i was being honest, other than aho, there has never been a player i like enough to wear their jersey until now.â you sat up from your spot and walked over to one of the gift boxes sitting on your floor, during your gift exchange with your dad you received a devils jersey with the number forty-three and hughes on the back as well as some shirts and hoodies with the same thing. âthese were all gifted to me for christmas. i asked for them. i wanted to wear your jersey, i have for a while now, but i was just unsure of what it would mean. can you tell me why you got so angry?â you asked the question that had been on your mind for weeks.
ây/n i like you and i want you to be my girlfriend, i never asked you though because you wouldnât even wear my fucking jersey no matter how much i begged you to so why would you say yes to being my girlfriend.â
âgod luke again with the fucking jersey, i donât get the big deal itâs just a piece of fabric.â you yelled, getting frustrated.Â
âit means something! ok y/n, it means something.â he starts. âthere is a difference between wearing a jersey as a fan and wearing a jersey as a girlfriend, something personal and intimate, and you wonât even wear my jersey as a fucking fan.â
it felt like you were talking in circles and it was driving you crazy.Â
âthat is what iâm saying luke. i didnât ever wear your jersey because i didnât know what it would mean. i didnât know if we were friends or something more, and wearing your jersey couldâve given us both the wrong ideas.â
âwhat idea would it have given you?â luke asked, taking a step towards you.
âthat iâm something more to you than a friend, and i didnât want to think that because it isnât trueâ you admitted the truth, it wasnât that you didnât want him getting the wrong idea, but rather yourself. â-and i donât like to get my hopes up.âÂ
luke didnât respond, he just sat there in silence for what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to three minutes.
âluke if you want to leave, just go. iâm sorry i ruined our friendship, i wish you the best in the rest of your career and life-âÂ
your words were cut off by lips touching yours, lukeâs lips.
after a few moments you broke the kiss, not liking how fast it was progressing.
âluke what was that-â
âi like you, y/n. as more than a friend, that is why i wanted you to wear my jersey so badly. i wanted to feel special, because you have this rule about never wearing anybodyâs jersey, but you wore mine and you wore mine because i mean something to you whether that be a friend or something more, i just wanted to feel like i meant something to you.â luke practically yelled, interrupting you.
âi feel like we are both making the same points, but just phrasing them differently each time.â you spoke, trying to choose your next words carefully. âwhat do we do now? how do we move past this?âÂ
âwell, you could agree to go on a date with me and wear my jersey to the next home game. that would be a start.â luke offered, grabbing both of your hands. â-you could also let me kiss you again, iâd really like that.â
âdeal.â
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âsweetie are you almost ready? weâre gonna miss warmups.â
âcoming dad.âÂ
you quickly made your way downstairs, checking your appearance in the multiple mirrors you passed by on the way towards the car.
âwearing your boyfriend's jersey i see?â your father quipped once you got into the driverâs seat, he demanded you drive because you had just gotten a new car.
ânot my boyfriend.â was all you said in response.
âstill? that boy needs to grow a pair.â
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are we still on for after the game?Â
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yup! meet me in the car park when youâre done?
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after the game you parted ways with your father, him taking an uber home and leaving you with your car to drive you and luke around tonight. which isnât traditional, especially for a first date, but you loved betty, your new car, and you wanted to drive her.
âwow the new car is dope y/n.âÂ
you turned around and saw jack and luke walking towards you, the older hughes speaking.
â-and nice jersey, next time wear an eighty six for me, yeah?âÂ
ânever gonna happen jack.â luke started, before turning his attention to you. âyou ready to go?âÂ
âyes i am, you can put your bag in the trunk.â i opened up the trunk with my keys before getting in the driver's seat. âwhere are we going?âÂ
âiâll give you directions as you drive.â luke said, plugging his phone into the aux.
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a few minutes later you pulled into a qdoba.Â
âwow you know me so well hughes.â
âi just didnât feel like paying extra for your queso and guac.â luke deadpanned.
âyeah right, i know iâm turning you into a qdoba enjoyer.â you teased as you entered the restaurant.
after getting our food luke gave me an address of where to drive for our late night picnic. it was a lookout place that luke had found when he first moved here, you had been here multiple times as well and knew of a good place to sit.
âfollow meâ you hopped over the barbed wire fence and waited until luke made it over to start walking again.
âare you sure this is allowed?â luke whispered.
âi know for a fact that it is not, but itâs fine no one is here right now itâs after dark.â you said back at full volume, earning a loud shhhh from luke in the process.
you walked a little bit more before you made it to your favorite ledge, you could see all of newark from here and a little bit of new york, but when you looked up there was a perfect view of the stars.
âhow did you find this place?â luke asked, digging into his food.
âi was hiding from the cops one night and me and tyler ended up here.â lukeâs eyes widened at your story. âiâll tell you more about that later, but ever since iâve been coming here.âÂ
we continued to eat and talk about random things until it was time to go.
âwe should probably go, itâs nearly midnight.âÂ
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once you finished the drive back to lukeâs apartment you got out of the car to say your goodbyes.
âwell i had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it-â luke cut you off by kissing you. âyou have to stop doing that.â you teased.
âsorry, itâs just that you look really good in my jersey, like really good. i was struggling not to jump over the glass when i saw you during warmups.â luke admitted, going in for another kiss. âlook y/n, i was wondering if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend?â a blush crept up lukeâs neck as he spoke.
âi would love that.â you replied, a blush spread across your cheeks.
we said our goodbyes and you drove home, not expecting your father to be awake on the couch.
âoh youâre awake?â you asked, taking your shoes off.
âyeah just wanted to make sure you were safe.â your dad replied. âhow is your boyfriend?â
âhe is great.â you replied smiling, not correcting him for once because now he really was your boyfriend.
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note: BOOOO HAPPINESS no but this literally took me a month to finish because i had absolutely no energy and no inspo to write anything. idk if i like this yetâŠbut ANYWAYS hope yâall enjoyed, leave feedback, have a great day, love yâall babes.Â
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Could I please have an imagine where the reader moves to Seattle. She starts out as a pediatrician at grey loan. Around this time she realizes she's pregnant. With Carina DeLuca as her ob-gyn and coworker the two fall for each other. Carina did not expect to fall for a pregnant woman but realized she knows what she wants. So she asks you out and you say yes around the time you are halfway through the pregnancy. by the end of the pregnancy, it becomes clear you much you and your baby mean to her. When you go into labor she freaks out and comments that âMy girlfriend is having our baby!â (you hear her say that but say nothing due to the pain). When the baby is born she is in awe of the tiny human but kinda keeps to the side for a few minutes until you say âcome meet OUR son.â Carina tries to apologize for calling him hers but the reader says that Carina is his mother too. Just like a cute family thing please?
Our baby
Summary: The world is full of unconventional families.
Pairing: Carina Deluca x female!reader
Warnings: i have no real knowledge of pregnancy or other medical things, cursing
Word count: 2944
a/n: Carina Deluca please give me a chanceđđ»
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Arizona Robbins shows Y/N around the hospital, introducing her to the kids staying there for a longer period of time and some of the other doctors there. She just moved to Seattle and decided to continue working as a pediatrician at the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, having heard a lot of good about it.
âAll the kids already love you.â Arizona gushes, excited to have a new coworker. âI think youâll be just fine.â
Y/N laughs. âThatâs great to hear, I was really nervous to relocate here, you all seem so close.â She smiles, having seen how the doctors interact with each other.
âWe are! We have gone through a lot together, so, weâve gotten close. But donât worry, youâll fit right in. Doctor Deluca!â She stops another doctor. âThis is Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, new to PEDS. And this is Doctor Carina Deluca, our OB-GYN.â
âNice to meet you.â Y/N gives her hand out to shake, which Carina does.
âNice to meet you too.â Carina looks at her up and down. âYouâre not from here?â
âNo, I moved from Boston.â
âThatâs a long way.â Arizona comments. âIâm guessing the reason wasnât just change of scenery?â Shaking her head, Y/N smiles. âIâll learn about that later, Iâm sure.â
âSure thing.â Y/N laughs.
Carina glances at her pager. âWell, Iâll see you two later. I have a baby to deliver.â She gives them one last smile before walking away.
âWell, lets start the real work then. Youâll shadow me for a couple of days, so you learn where everything is and so on.â Arizona starts walking again, Y/N following right behind her. âI know youâre not a beginner, but you can still ask me anything youâd like.â
âThank you, Dr Robbins. Itâll be a pleasure working alongside you.â
âOh, please, call me Arizona.â
After a week of great work shifts, Y/N has started getting nauseous out of nowhere, especially in the morning and the middle of her shifts. Although, itâs very unusual for her, she hasnât paid much attention to it. She has a hectic work after all, it must be the nerves.
Y/N writes down information to the kidâs chart on the tablet. âYouâll be just fine, Jules.â She assures, turning to the parents. âSheâll just get her some medicine and after making sure she reacts to it well, you can go home.â
âThank you so much, Doctor Y/L/N.â The mother cries out in relief, grabbing Y/Nâs hand.
âOf course. A nurse will bring the medication over soon.â She turns to the said nurse. âMake sure Jules doesnât get any nausea-â taking in a deep breath, she pauses, feeling increasingly nauseous herself, âor rashes. If everything is fine in thirty minutes, they can leave.â
âGot it, Doctor Y/L/N.â The nurse smiles and grabs the tablet out of Y/Nâs hands.
With a nod and a smile, Y/N leaves the room, holding her stomach lightly. The sick feeling in her stomach is getting worse quickly. She walks into the break room to get some water from the fridge.
âHey, Y/N.â Carina greets as she walks in.
Eyes wide, Y/N coughs, getting some water in her windpipe. âHi.â
âEverything okay?â Carina laughs.
âMhm.â Screwing the cap back to the bottle, Y/N grimaces. The water didnât help the nausea. âUhm, how are you?â Her voice comes out a bit strained, but she does her best to hide the sickness.
âIâm alright.â She stares at her. âAre you sure youâre okay? You donât look too good.â
Taking few deep breaths, Y/N nods. She grips her scrubs tightly, as if it would lessen the pain sheâs feeling. âListen, I-â Suddenly, Y/N runs into the bathroom. She drops down to her knees and starts vomiting.
âYouâre definitely not okay.â Carina mumbles as she kneels next to Y/N. She rubs her back with one hand, while the other holds her hair out of the way. âWhen was your last period?â
Y/N heaves over the toilet, keeping her eyes closed. Vomiting was always difficult for her. âYouâre not saying what I think youâre saying?â She turns to look at Carina, who can only offer her a hopefully comforting smile.
After the vomiting stops, Carina takes Y/N to a examination room, so she can draw her blood. Now, Y/N is waiting on the bed for Carina to come back. Her mind is a jumbled mess. She isnât sure what to think.
Carina steps inside the room. Y/N looks up at her expectantly. She sits down to a chair right next to Y/N. âYouâre six weeks pregnant.â
âOh, fuck.â Y/N holds her stomach with a shocked expression.
âCan I ask if this is a wanted pregnancy? Is the father in the picture?â
âIs this a- I donât, I donât know.â She gasps, feeling like the air is getting thinner. âThe father is the sole reason I left Boston.â
âOkay, hey, I need you to calm down your breathing.â Carina grabs her hand. âTake some deep breaths.â
Y/N breathes in and out, following Carinaâs lead. âIâve always wanted kids.â She starts once her breathing is more stable. âI love them, thatâs why I went into PEDS. But alone? I donât know if I could do that.â
âYou still have time to think, but, I think if anyone could do this, itâs you.â Carina rubs rubs the back of her hand with her thumb. âI am here for you every step of the way, whatever you decide to do.â
âThank you, Carina.â Her voice wobbles a bit. âAre the hormones supposed to be all over the place yet.â She lets out a teary laugh.
âYes,â Carina stands up. âThey are going to be a mess through it all.â
Y/N stands up with a groan. âHow fun.â She huffs and put her doctorâs jacket back on. âWell, thank you, Dr Deluca. I suppose Iâll be seeing you a lot.â
âYou will, lucky me.â She smiles, opening the door for her. âSee you later, Y/N.â
âSee ya.â Y/N waves as she walks back into her shift, like nothing happened.
After three weeks, Y/N has her first official appointment with Doctor Deluca. She has made her decision and is ready to confirm it with her OB-GYN. âReady for your first ultrasound?â Carina sets up the machine while Y/N climbs up to the examination bed.
Nodding, Y/N stares at Carina. âEverything will be okay, right? Thereâs not going to be anything bad in there.â Carina raises her brows while listening to her ramblings. âIâm totally feeding into the doctorâs are the worst patients stereotype, arenât I?â
âHmm, just a little bit. May I?â Carina takes hold of the hem of Y/Nâs shirt, lifting it only when she gives her permission to do so. âThis is going to be a little cold.â The gel feels chilly against her stomach, which makes her flinch. âNow, Iâm going to press this to your abdomen and move it around bit to see everything.â Once the probe presses against her stomach, Carina starts studying the ultrasound image.
The longer she stays quiet, the more worried Y/N gets. She tries to see the screen, but itâs angles just out of her sight. âIs everything okay?â
âYes!â Y/N lets out a sigh of relief. Turning the screen to face her, Carina shows Y/N where the embryo is. âIt is around 22 millimeters long right now, thereâs its head and limbs.â She points around the screen. âIts tiny muscles are starting to develop at this tome. Want to see if we can hear the heart?â
âCan we? This early on.â
âWe can with a Doppler monitor.â Carina puts the ultrasound machine to the side and cleans the gel from Y/Nâs stomach, before putting gel on the probe of the monitor. After that, she presses the head of the probe against Y/Nâs abdomen, moving it around to find the right spot. âCan you hear that?â
A quiet, but clear galloping sound can be heard through the monitor. Y/N hums with a nod, biting her lips as she can feel herself get emotional.
âSounds like a perfectly strong heart.â Carina smiles at the look on Y/Nâs face. Even though she has done the same thing multiple times, this feels just a bit more special compared to the other ones. âHow are you feeling?â
âI feelâŠâ Y/N sighs deeply. âI donât even know how to word it. Iâm tired and so scared, but I feel amazing. I feel like Iâm going crazy.â
Thereâs a permanent grin on Carinaâs face as she listens to Y/N talk. She likes to listen to her talk, even if itâs just nervous rambling.
âIs that normal?â
âTo feel like youâre going crazy? Yes, it is, you have nothing to worry about.â She sets her hand on her leg, rubbing it in a comforting manner. The actions makes Y/Nâs cheeks warm and stomach flip.
âThanks.â She breathes out, clearing her throat. âMy shift starts in twenty.â
âIâll let you go get ready then.â Carina wipes any remaining gel off of Y/Nâs stomach and pulls her shirt back to normal. âIâl see you around?â
âYes.â Y/N hops off the bed.
Opening the door, Carina sets her hand on Y/N arm to stop her from walking out. âWill I ever see you outside of the hospital?â
A shy smile grows to her face. âDefinitely.â
âHeyy,â Carina lifts her hands up in celebration, âlook at that bump! Weâre halfway there.â Y/N laughs, closing the exam room door. âToday is a very important ultrasound, are you ready to know the gender of your baby?â
âI am more than ready.â She lays down to the bed, lifting up her shirt and lowering her pants so her stomach is visible.
âWhat are you hoping for?â Carina sets everything ready for the ultrasound, it all being normal for Y/N now. She puts of the gel as Y/N says she doesnât have a preference. With a smile, Carina puts the probe to her abdomen and starts moving it around. âEverything is looking good.â She mumbles, trying to find an angle where she could see the babyâs sex. âI can see all ten fingers and ten toes.â Suddenly she starts grinning. âDo you want to know your babyâs gender?â
âYes.â Her voice comes out quietly. She bites her lip as she stares at Carina.
âItâs a baby boy!â
Y/N laughs, excited to know something about her future baby. She opens her arms when Carina leans down to hug her. âI have to start thinking about names.â She whispers.
Carina pulls away from the hug to put the ultrasound machine away. âDonât have options yet?â She asks while wiping away the gel.
âNo. Iâve been too stressed and tired to think about anything.â She lets out and airy laugh, pulling her clothes back to normal. âBut knowing he is alright in there, maybe I can give myself some rest.â
âPlease do. Have you felt him kicking yet?â Y/N nods with an excited grin. âMay I?â She sets her hand under Y/Nâs shirt once she gets her permission. They wait in silence, nothing happening, but after a while, a small kick can be felt. Carina cheers and rubs Y/Nâs stomach.
âIt still feels so unreal.â
They stare at each other with wide smiles and shiny eyes. The two have been going out for months now, but they still havenât made anything exactly official, mostly because Y/N is worried about her pregnancy getting in the way of their relationship. But it just feels so right, like itâs meant to be. Every time Carina touches her, whether is for medical or other reasons, Y/N gets such a high from it.
âYou know I want this, right?â Carina lets her hand stay on Y/Nâs stomach. âI want you and everything that comes with it.â
Y/N bites her lip, setting her hand on top of Carinaâs. âYouâre sure?â
âOne hundred percent.â
âYou arenât going to back down once you realize how insanely the hormones are affecting me? Weâre only half way there.â
Rolling her eyes, Carina nods. âIâm not backing down. I want to be there for you, not only as your OB-GYN, but as your partner.â
âOkay. Iâd like that.â
âYeah.â Carina leans closer, waiting for Y/N to say anything against what sheâs doing in case she isnât feeling it, but when she just nods, Carina presses her lips to Y/Nâs.
One of Y/Nâs hands goes up to Carinaâs hair, combing though it. Carina pulls away, but stays close enough to feel each others breaths. âI might start crying unless I leave, like right now.â Y/N whispers, feeling her emotions taking over.
With a chuckle, Carina fully pulls away, giving Y/N some space to stand up. âIâll see you at your apartment after my shift?â
âYes.â Kissing Carinaâs cheek, Y/N leaves right after.
Humming a song quietly to herself, Y/N is going through the patientsâ charts. Her shift is almost at the end, so she likes to make sure everything is where itâs supposed to be.
âBambina.â She smiles at the sound of Carinaâs voice, even when it sounds disapproving. âYou should be resting.â
âIâm fine, Carina.â Y/N smiles at her, pecking her lips. âBesides, my shift ends any second now.â
âYouâre about to give birth any second.â Her brows are raised as she sets her hand on Y/Nâs stomach. Itâs true, Y/N is a few days over her due date, but she wants to help out as long as she can.
Y/Nâs smile somehow widens from the mention of giving birth soon. Sheâs absolutely terrified, but also so excited to meet her son. âI know,â she grins, âbut there still kids that need me.â
âSometimes you should just stop the day.â Carina states, which makes Y/N furrow her brows. âMake it a day?â
âCall it a day.â
âYes.â
Y/N laughs, setting the tablet down. âI know, but Iâm still feeling gr-â She gasps, taking hold of her stomach.
Carina goes into worry mode immediately. She takes hold of Y/N. âWhat? What happened? Are you okay?â
Taking few deep breaths, Y/N looks down at the floor thatâs now wet. âMy water just broke.â She mumbles. Straight away, Carina goes to grab a wheel chair for her, helping her down to it. Y/N pushes air out of her mouth. âIt hurts.â
âEverything will be okay, Y/N. Everything will be okay.â The last sentence is mostly to herself, as Carina is starting to feel terrified by the situation. Her girlfriend is about to give birth right now. âWe need an OB!â She shouts as they arrive to the right floor. âSheâs about to give birth.â
A group of nurses jog over to them, they bring Y/N to a bed and start getting everything they need ready. âArenât you her OB?â One of the nurses asks.
âMy girlfriend is having our baby! I canât deliver him.â She panics.
The nurse nods, paging another OB-GYN to their location. Y/N cries out in pain, not able to pay attention to anything happening around her. The doctor arrives fast and starts doing her thing right away. Carina stays in the room, but in the sidelines, giving them space to work.
âHey there, Doctor Y/L/N.â The OB smiles, putting on gloves. âThis is your first baby, right?â She sets Y/Nâs legs to a correct position so she can see everything.
âYes.â Y/Nâs breathing is getting faster from the pain. âCan I start pushing?â She gasp when the pain increases.
âYes you can.â The OB glances at Carina. âDoes Doctor Deluca want to come over here and hold Y/Nâs hand?â
Carina snaps out of her panic and drags a chair next to Y/Nâs bed. She sits down and grabs Y/Nâs hand. âYouâre doing so good.â
âDoesnât feel like it.â Y/N screams as she pushes. Her grip on Carinaâs hand tightens every time the pain gets stronger. âHow long is this going to take?â She cries out.
An hour and a half later, the babyâs cries can be finally heard. Y/N slumps down to the bed, laughing and crying in relief. âCan I see him? Can I see my baby?â Her eyes are half closed, finally feeling everything.
A nurse cleans the baby down, before bringing him over to Y/N. She smiles widely as she takes hold of him. âHeâs so beautiful.â Y/N whispers, caressing his head gently. She turns to look at Carina, who has moved back to the side. She looks amazed by everything that just happened. âCome meet our son.â
Carinaâs eyes widen, she thought Y/N hadnât heard her. âI- Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have called him mine, he is your son.â She starts apologizing.
âShut up.â Y/N laughs quietly, stretching her hand towards Carina. âHe is our son. You said no backing down, remember?â
Carinaâs eyes tear up as she takes Y/Nâs hand and sits back down next to her. âHello, my angioletto.â She whispers, grabbing his extremely small hand with her free hand. Looking at Y/N, she mover her hand to rub her cheek. âYou did such a good job, bella.â
Y/N smiles, kissing her palm. âWe have a son.â
âWe have a son.â Carina laughs, looking over her family.
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Music of the Heart [J.YH] - one hundred and two | time off
The shooting for Songbird was on hiatus for the next two weeks, and so its actors were trying to fill the time with other things. Jongho and Satbyeol had both visited you the first day of their hiatus to talk about their albums, neither knowing the other was going to be there, and arguing about who would get to monopolize you first. Yunho arrived about 20 minutes into a stare-off between the two, in which the tension in the room was palpable and you could not, for the life of you, understand why. He talked both of them down and the two of you convinced them to email Hongjoong for individual meetings with Crom3r. That finally got them to leave.
Yunho offered his services in keeping his coworkers at bay, by hanging out in the studio while you worked. You felt you could deal with either of them if they showed up again, but it was nice to return to form: you working on music while Yunho went over a script. He would, eventually, have to record another song for his character because of rewrites, but the lyrics had to wait until the rewrites were done. In the meantime, you and the rest of Crom3r produced the instrumentals, and waited.
A few days later the rewrites were finished and the lyrics came to the studio via one of the writers. Yunho arrived soon after and you got to recording his part.
His recording was quick, and afterwards he stuck around and talked with Hongjoong and Maddox about the show and his character.Â
Your phone vibrated. You looked at the number, surprised to even see it grace the screen: it was your brother. You excused yourself from the room and went out into the hall. You sighed and answered.
âHello?â
âT/n, thank god you picked up.â
âHey, Intak. Whyâd you call?â
âDadâs in the hospital.â
The words hung there for a moment as you tried to figure out what they even meant. Hospital? Dad? Heâs there?
âWhat?â
âHe had a heart attack last night.â
âWhat? Is he okay?â
âYeah, I⊠you didnât get a call from mom last night?â
âYou know mom would never call me. Youâre the kid who did what they wanted you to do, Iâm the failure.â
âT/n youâre not--â
âI donât think that, but I know mom does.â
He sighed. âHeâs awake and doing well right now. He has to have a bypass soon; you should come visit him.â
You thought.
âT/n?â
âAre you sure my being there would really help anything?â
He sighed. âYou are his child. I think you should be here.â
âYou think so, but do he and mom think so?â
âListen, heâs our dad and you should be here. Iâll talk to mom okay?â
You sighed. âSo should I show up anyway?â
âYeah, Iâll talk to them about it before they get here.â
âBut what if they say no by the time I get there? Iâm not going all the way out there just to come back.â
âYou can stay at my place.â
âYou live right near them.â
âI got a new place, on the other side of town.â
That was weird, you thought he loved living next to them. You thought for a moment.
âAnd we can see each other and at least⊠catch up? Havenât you put me off long enough?â
You sighed. âYeah, fine.â
âOkay. Find a way out here and Iâll handle the rest.â
âAlright.â
âCan you come out tonight? I think dad would appreciate that more.â
âShit. I need to talk to my boss and Iâll text you.â
âOkay, let me know.â
âBye.â
âBye.â
You hung up the phone and sighed. You were concerned but also, maybe not? There was so much bad blood between you and your family that any other emotion could only be stained by the anger and resentment that colored your childhood and teen years. You werenât really sure how you felt.
You walked back into the studio. Yunho said something and Hongjoong and Maddox laughed at it. It was all so normal. You held your phone in one hand and the other just hung by your side as you stood still for a few moments, deciding how to say what you needed to say.
âHongjoong?â
He turned to look at you. âYeah?âÂ
âHow does âtime offâ work?â
âWhy? Are you planning a vacation?â
âMy dad had a heart attack last night and my brother wants me to go see him.â
Hongjoong, Yunho, and Maddox all shared the same expression: mouths opening and their eyebrows ticking up in surprise.
Yunho stood. âAre you okay?âÂ
âAre you sure you want to go see them?â Maddox asked.
âLet me pull up the PDF about sick leave and time off,â Hongjoong said as he turned back to his computer screen.
You held your hands up to Maddox and Yunho. âYes, Iâm okay. Yes, Iâm sure I want to see them. Thank you both for asking.â
You pulled a chair over and sat as Hongjoong looked up the regulations. Yunho pulled his chair over to your other side and sat next to you.
âDo you know how much time off you have?â
âOh-- I used a bit because of Doyun but I hadnât even checked since weâve been so busy lately. Iâll sign in.â
As you pulled your phone back out of your pocket and went to the website for timesheets and payment, you could feel Yunhoâs eyes on you. âYunho,â you said, turning to him.
His eyes explored your face, perhaps looking for the tiniest bit of sadness or despair or anything, so he could spring into action and help you.
âIâm fine.â
He nodded slowly.
You put your hand on his for a moment and tried to reassure him with a smile before going back to what you were doing.
âUmm, I have⊠a few days of vacation time.â
Hongjoong nodded. âI have a ton that I never use, I think I can give you some days if you need them.â
âI donât think itâll take more than a week to visit them.â
âI can give you days too.â Maddox added.
You shook your head. âI donât think I need all that.â
âBut what if you get there and they want you to stick around longer?â Yunho asked.
You looked at him, unimpressed.
âWhat if your brother wants you to stay longer?â
You sighed as you thought. The fact that Intak was the only member of your family that actually tried to contact over the years you meant that he at least didnât want you out of his life. Heâd even nagged you about not calling more often... You looked at Yunho.
âDo you want me to go with you?â
âYou donât need to go with me.â
âHow are you getting there?â
âI⊠I donât know, I havenât thought about it yet.â
âWhat if I drive you there?â
âWhat? Arenât you shooting soon?â
He shook his head. âWe donât go back for a week.â
âDonât you have promotions or something, then?â
âWe start shooting again in a week and promotions start again when weâre done.â
You sighed.Â
âLet me drive you back. We can see my parents, theyâll be happy to see you again.â
You nodded. Yunhoâs mom was like the mom you always wanted, you really wouldnât mind seeing her again. âYeah, okay.â
He put his hand on yours reassuringly.
âI know that you said you donât want them, t/n, but please let Maddox and I give you a week each. Itâs the least we can do.â Hongjoong said.
âBut I donât need almost three weeks of vacation,â you laughed.
âConsider it a present.â Maddox smiled. âIf seeing your family is that bad, you can take a vacation afterwards.â
You exhaled a laugh. âYeah, okay⊠Can I leave now? My brother wanted to know if Iâd be able to make it there for tonight.â
âYeah, weâre done with what we were doing. If the two of you want to go, you can.â
Yunho nodded and looked at you. You stood and put everything in your backpack. Yunho got his coat and then took the backpack from you eliciting a small protest that you let die when he smiled at you.
You turned back to Hongjoong and Maddox. âI guess weâll see you in a few days, then.âÂ
âI hope your dad is okay,â Hongjoong said.
Maddox pointed at him. âWhat he said. I hope heâs okay too.â
You nodded again. âYeah.â
Yunho opened the door for you and the two of you left.
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Christmas Present - Simon Riley/Reader
Masterlist
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 6.6k
Warnings: Fluff with a smidge of hurt/comfort because of misunderstandings.
Summary:
After dating for three years, you get to finally spend a Christmas together with Simon. Things go sideways when he misunderstands your decision to grow your family.
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You bounce on the balls of your feet. âI have a present for you.â Leaning close to Simonâs ear, you whisper, âyouâre a father, now.â The poor man bluescreens on you. His eyes are wide and vacant. You run into the bedroom, your head peeking out the doorway with a grin before disappearing again. You present a wriggling Doberman puppy with a shiny red bow wrapped around its midsection. âMeet our baby!â
Simon is gone. Fuck.
Note:
Hello!! I am so happy I am finally done with this. I really wanted to get this finished in time for Christmas, but I failed to do that. Between work and procrastination, it's hard to get any writing done.
I hope this fluff heals all your souls as it did mine, consider it a belated holiday present :D
Happy Reading! ăŸ(âąÏâą`)o
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Was it an impulsive decision? Completely. Was it more of a Christmas gift to yourself than to Simon? Definitelyâbut how could you resist those eyes?!?
Letâs backtrack a bit. Itâs a few days before Christmas. Youâre among the general population who do their shopping last minute. Simon isnât due home until tomorrow, and you want to cook him something nice for dinner. The holiday season never fails to awaken your craving for cinnamon and sugar. You plan on making mince pies and gingerbread cookies for dessert. The cookies also double as a gift for a party thatâs happening on Christmas.Â
Itâs a small party with his coworkers and their families. You practically pestered poor Simon until he gave into your whims, which didnât take much effort. He grumbled about wanting to stay home to cuddle with you in front of the fireplace, but you pointed out that he could do that at the party.Â
Simon will complain and exhibit his apparent allergy to large social settings, but you think he secretly enjoys it. He isnât keen on interacting with people heâs unfamiliar with. But to exist in a room full of people he likes, who are having a good time⊠you always notice how his eyes soften.Â
Thatâs your take on it, anyway. Simon is difficult to read sometimes, especially when heâs spacing out. But you like staring into his eyes, deciphering the hidden meaning in their depths. You find the rich coffee colour gorgeous, and he always looks away when you remind him about it. Itâs funny watching this giant man try to make himself appear small; he takes up too much space.Â
Your lips spread into a fond smile, and you adjust your clothes, the oversized hoodie swallowing your figure. The faint scent of bourbon and cedar still clings to the fabric, and you inhale deeply. Tomorrow. Twenty-four hours. Then youâll be reunited with the man you love. Oddly enough, this will be your first Christmas together despite dating for three years. Simon was away on a mission for the other two, and a bouquet was always delivered to your doorstep on Christmas morning. The first one consisted of blue salvias, lavender, and forget-me-nots. The second bouquet had red salvias and white carnations. You pressed a few to keep in a scrapbook and dried the rest. The preserved bouquets are in a box you keep in the closet to protect them from the sunlight.
You grab the last item on your shopping list and head to the checkout. Once everything is packed in your car, you decide to warm up with a cup of hot chocolate. Thereâs a cafe nearby within walking distance. There also happens to be an animal shelter on the way. Sometimes you just canât resist looking at all the animals, and you often have to force yourself to leave empty-handed.Â
But today feels different. Maybe itâs the holiday magic in the air, but when you reach the dog section, all the air is knocked from your lungs. In the first kennel is a small Doberman puppy. And her rich coffee eyes lock your limbs in place.Â
A worker notices your interest and walks up to you. âThatâs Phantom. All her brothers and sisters have already left for new homes. Sheâs the smallest of the litter, and that seems to be the main reason no one has adopted her yet.â The puppy wags her little tail at the mention of her name. Your heart melts under the gaze of her eyes, which appear too large for her head.
âBecause sheâs smaller than her siblings?â you ask. It sounds silly to not adopt a dog based on appearance. Health concerns you could understand, but colour and size? Heck, you would be ecstatic to just have a dog. Although size could be significant depending on your living situation. But still, to not adopt this sweet pup because sheâs too little is ridiculous.
The workerâs lips twist into a sad smile. âThere are many reasons why people will overlook an animal, and they donât always make sense.â
Your attention remains fixed on Phantom. Her brown eyes never leave your figure, observing you silently. âHow long has she been here?â you ask. She still looks relatively young. You donât think sheâs even half a year old yet.
The worker shuffles through a clipboard hanging next to Phantomâs kennel. âWe rescued her mother while she was still pregnant. Her whole life, it seems. The entire litter wasnât available for adoption until two months ago.â They pause and glance at Phantom with furrowed brows. âPuppies normally get adopted quickly, but she hasnât been luckyâ The sentence sends a hollow pang in your heart that settles heavily in your gut.
âCould I meet her?â you whisper, the words constricting in your throat. You wet your chapped lips and haul yourself out of the deep chocolate ocean.
âSure.â The door to the kennel is unlatched, and the metal hinges swing with a creak. Phantom sits there and watches you. Afraid to make sudden movements, your remain still and quiet your breathing. She stands up and pads slowly towards you. You crouch down and leave one hand, palm facing up, in front of you. As Phantom draws near, her nose twitches. She eyes you and nudges your hand with her snout. You grin at the wet, ticklish sensation and bite back a laugh. Slowly, you scratch the underside of her chin before moving down to her chest and back.
Thereâs a gentle woosh of wind, and this time you canât hold in your delight any longer. A chuckle rumbles through your chest, and the sound of wind grows louder. Phantom licks your fingers and barks. Itâs more like a tiny yip, and you are screaming on the inside.
âI think youâre coming home with me,â you mumble and pause. âHow am I going to explain this to Simon?â You can picture the disapproving look on his face.
You fill out the adoption papers and exit the shelter with a very excited puppy. Forgetting about hot chocolate, you go to the pet store and buy the basic necessities for Phantom. When you get home, you manage to carry everything into the house while holding onto the leash. Fortunately, Phantom isnât a puller. She walks beside you nicely and even moves out of the way to avoid the bags of groceries and presents. With great difficulty, you unlock the door and push the handle down with your elbow. You set the bags down and slip off your shoes, shutting the door with your foot.
Phantom immediately begins sniffing around, circling and tangling you with the leash. You laugh at her enthusiasm and reach down to unclip the leash from her harness. With the sudden removal of weight, Phantom bounds across the floor, bumping into furniture and smelling anything she can reach. Itâs funny because sheâs sniffing so intently that itâs audibly heardâloud too. Her nose twitches, and she buries her snout into a heap of fabric on the ground. One of his shirts you keep on the sofa as a little Simon blanket for when you binge-watch. It must have fallen when you dozed off last night. You accidentally skipped two seasons because the autoplay didnât stop.
âLetâs find a spot to put your bed.â You grab the circular, foam dog bed and head towards the bedroom. Phantom trails behind you with the shirt sleeve between her jaws. You chuckle and hold the rest so it doesnât drag across the floor. She doesnât let go, and it turns into a leash of sorts. The master bedroom has a King size bed. A big bed for your big man. Phantom could definitely fit on it, but you donât want her to develop a habit of sleeping there until you check that Simon is ok with it. He doesnât like to share, especially when he has to share you. You place the dog bed next to the bedside drawer. Close enough that Phantom wonât feel left out, but far away enough that she wonât get stepped on in the morning in case you or Simon forget.Â
She tugs the shirt with her toward her new bed. You let go, and it falls in a heap and buries the puppy. âSimon blankets are comfortable, arenât they?â you ask. She lets out a small âwoofâ and wiggles her head out from underneath. Your smile stretches wide. âLetâs get the rest of your things sorted.â And so you spend the rest of the evening storing toys, placing bowls, everything you could think of when one adopts a puppy. Phantom keeps you company and entertains you with her silly antics. Sheâs already picked a favourite out of all the toys you bought her, and you silently squeal that night when she curls up in bed with it. You snap a picture, fingers itching to send it to Simon. But youâre not quite ready for his wrath yet.Â
In the morning, you awake to scratching and whimpering. You bolt upwards, eyes darting around the room before landing on Phantom at the door. Stumbling out of bed, you rub your eyes and shuffle to the backyard door. Phantom trots outside and sniffs around before settling in a corner to pee. You lean against the doorway and watch as she continues to explore, wrapping your arms around yourself. The familiar cacophony of twitters and chirps starts up. Phantom pauses and tilts her head at the bird feeders set up in the old oak tree. She doesnât bark but observes silently.Â
âYouâre a lot quieter than I was expecting,â you mumble. At your whistle, Phantom glances one more time at the birds before heading back inside. âDid you have fun?â Her tail thumps against your calves. You turn into the kitchen and measure out some puppy kibble for Phantom.Â
Once she starts eating, you make breakfast for yourself. A simple toast with butter and a fried egg. As the egg is cooking, your phone buzzes against the counter. You jump a little, and even the crunching of kibble pauses for a few seconds before resuming. Glancing at the screen, you see the notification is a text message. The skull emoji sends you grappling for your phone.Â
Simonđ: ETA 3 hours from now. Have you eaten yet, poppet?
You bite your lip and grin. Canât he just say what he means? Your thumbs fly across the screen as you type your reply.Â
Poppetđ§ž: Iâm cooking breakfast now. Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?
You hit send and attach a picture of the stovetop. The egg is nearly done, so you turn off the heat, and the toaster clicks a beat later. Your phone tickles your hand, and you eagerly read Simonâs response.Â
Simonđ: You got the appetite of a mouse. And negative. I can take a taxi.Â
You chuckle and make a mental note to look for the car keys later.Â
Poppetđ§ž: Ok, Iâll pick you up in 3 hours.Â
Then you put your phone in silent mode and place it on the counter screen-down. You grab a plate from the cupboards and transfer the finished egg. Rummaging through the fridge, you locate the butter and decide to treat yourself to some marmalade today.Â
After eating, you still have 2 and a half hours until Simonâs plane lands. Which leaves you roughly an hour until you need to drive to the airport. With the spare time, you prepare the gingerbread dough since it needs time to chill in the fridge. You combine all the ingredients together and cover the dough in plastic wrap. When you shut the fridge door, Phantom is there beside you, staring at you with her big brown eyes.Â
You end up googling a recipe for dog-friendly gingerbread cookies.Â
You now have an hour left to get to the airport. Phantom is gnawing on a cookie when you leave her in the bedroom. You bought a kennel last night and didnât set it up until earlier. Shutting the bedroom door, you grab the car keys off the counter and head outside.Â
The weather is dreary as usual. It hardly snows in the winter, but the overcast skies look ready to cry any minute now. You drum on the steering wheel along to the song on the radio. The car hasnât quite warmed up, and you tug your jacket sleeves down. Your phone goes off again, and you pull over to read the message.
Simonđ: Landing in half an hour.
You switch to the navigation app, and thereâs no way youâll get there on time with the current traffic conditions. Shifting gears, you apply more pressure to the gas pedal than is legally acceptable. Each time you glance at the digital clock in the car, your anxiety spikes. You still clutch onto the belief that youâll make it on time. The second the next hour passes, the pool of dread in your stomach overflows into the rest of your body. Suddenly itâs too cold and too hot at the same time. You fiddle with the thermostat and turn up the radio, hoping Mariah Carey will drown your irrational thoughts.Â
The road sign for the airport comes into view, and you lean back into your seat. Your knuckles regain colour as you loosen your grip on the steering wheel. Changing lanes, you head in the direction of the parking lot. After parking, your shoes thwap against the wet pavement. Walking through automated doors, the buzz of the airport fills your ears. Squeaky wheels from dragged luggage. Thousands of footsteps are accompanied by the indistinct chatter of an entire building of people. But all that noise fades to the background when you spot him. Youâre well-trained in the art of Simon spotting, a skill his enemies would be envious of.
Itâs hard to describe. When you know someone wellâand utterly adore themâyou can recognize them with just a glance. Thatâs how it is with Simon. He always blends into whatever environment heâs in, but that unmistakable warmth that blooms in your chest and pools comfortably in your stomach. Itâs like your body has been trained to recognize him.
So when your heart flutters at the brooding, hooded figure in the corner of the cafe, obscured by a potted plant, you know youâve found him. Rich chocolate eyes meet yours, and they soften ever so slightly. You head to him, your feet stumbling over one another as they bicker over which pace to take. He opens an arm out, and you start running, flying across the ground until you crash into him. Simon steadies you with an arm around your waist. His hands rest on your hips, and he pulls you closer. Bourbon and cedar fill your senses, and you melt into his chest.Â
âBeen a while,â he murmurs into your hair, inhaling the comforting scent of your shampoo.
You do your best to hug him back and squeeze with all your strength. âI missed you too.â
He pulls back and cradles your face in his hands, drinking in every line and curve. His thumb brushes against the slant of your smile, and his eyes crinkle at the edges. You lean in and peck where his mouth would be. His fingers tighten their hold, and he narrows his eyes at you. Someone drops their bags, and the loud thumps send his eyes snapping in the direction of the noise. He looks back at you, then around the airport, and releases your face. His hand drops and pinches your waist, and you know heâs smirking underneath the baklava.Â
âOrdered a drink for you,â and he nods at the table beside him. âGot thirsty waiting and thought you could use one.â You pick up the cup and sniff the lid. The scent of chocolate and whipped cream fills your senses, and you catch the faintest whiff of cinnamon. Taking a sip, the hot chocolate coats your tastebuds with sugar and spices. A small groan escapes your lips, and your fingers curl around the warm paper cup.
âTraffic was terrible,â you say, thinking back to all the vehicles on the roads. It didnât help that an accident occurred and slowed everybody down.
Simon glances at the watch on his wrist and taps its face. âHalf an hour late. You would be terrible at evac,â he muses. Thereâs a lilt in his tone, so you roll your eyes and take another sip of hot chocolate. Another wave of sweetness rolls down your throat, and your stomach buzzes pleasantly with warmth.Â
You shrug your shoulders. âLucky Iâm not in the military then.â
Simon stares at you and says, âWhat a blessing.â
Hot chocolate dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and you wipe it away with your sleeve. âOh, shut up, Riley. I bet I would make a damn good soldier.â You straighten your spine and give him a mock salute.
His eyes never leave you, and the silence stretches for a minute or two. âI like the way things are. Itâs dangerous out there; donât need to be lookinâ out for you too.â
The curve of your smile flips. âWhat? You think Iâd be dead weight?â
âNot what I meant,â and he reaches out a hand to you, but you shrug it off.Â
âWhatever. Letâs go. Iâm not paying for another hour of parking. The airport prices are ridiculous.â You take a sip of your hot chocolate. Thereâs a bitter aftertaste on your tongue.
The drive back home is silent. Neither of you bring up what happened earlier at the airport. The radio is on low volume. Instrumentals of classic Christmas carols play. Thereâs that feeling of being watched, but your eyes remain on the road. You focus on the nice saxophone solo and not on Simon. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers begins to irk you a little. Still, no words are spoken.
His gaze continues to sear into your flesh, and just when youâre about to implode, Simon speaks first. âIâm sorry,â he says. You donât respond, only turning off the radio. âWhat I meant was I donât want to fear for your safety.â He pauses, and you hear him take a deep breath. âI like knowinâ youâre safeâat least safer here than if you were out on the field.â You pull over the car and shut off the engine. You face him, mouth glued shut. His eyes are glassy, and his brows are drawn close together. âPoppet, I canât lose you,â and a tear falls. You scramble to unbuckle your seatbelt, clambering over to the passenger seat. Straddling his lap, you pull him into a fierce hug.
The most powerful man you know is clinging to you like heâll fall apart with a single blow. Like a boat in a storm, desperately trying to survive the waves battering against its hull. You pry your lips apart and force the words to claw out of your throat. âIâm sorry that I lashed out. I havenât seen you in 3 months and 10 days, but whoâs counting?â A watery chuckle gurgles in your throat. âThe point is, Iâve been pining like a fool, and when I heard those words, it made me feel like you didnât miss me at all.â
Simon shakes his head and pulls you closer to his chest. âIâve seen you flay men alive with a single glare, never mind what you could be capable of with some proper training. But to think about you dyinâ on a mission? âspecially when I could have saved you? It would ruin me.â He strokes your hair, and you stare into his deep, brown eyes. âAnd didnât miss you? Thatâs a load of bollocks. Poppet, you are constantly with me here,â he points to his head, âand here.â He places your hand over his beating heart. The pulse beneath your palm is erratic. âYouâre mine, and I canât lose you; I refuse to. Youâre not dyinâ before me, you understand?â
You exhale and stretch to kiss his forehead. âIâm not going anywhere, Simon. There will be no death for either of us for a long time if I can help it.â His shoulders slacken, and you wipe away a stray tear from his eyes before it has a chance to fall. âI know it deep down in my bones, but itâs just nice to hear you say it sometimes. That you love me or miss me.â
âI missed you, poppet,â he murmurs into your hair.
You mute your chuckle with his shoulder, and he shudders from the vibrations. âIt sounds disingenuous when you say it after I tell you to,â you say,
Simon huffs, âBloody hell. I was tryinâ to be romantic.â Your fingers trail the edge of his baklava, and when he remains still, you roll the fabric up to expose his lips. He watches you with dark eyes. You cup his face with both hands and kiss him. Itâs short and bittersweet. As much as you want to continue, you donât want to stay on the side of the road any longer. If youâre unlucky, a concerned passerby might knock and ask if you need assistance. You would then proceed to die of embarrassment.
So instead, you pull away and whisper, âAre we ok?â
His eyes scan your face before lingering on your lips. âWe are if you give me another kiss,â he replies. You lean in to kiss him again, and his hand cradles the back of your skull, keeping you in place. Every time you draw in air, he finds a way to steal it from your lungs. Your head spins from the lack of oxygen, and you donât even notice the little moans and whimpers you let out. His beard rubs against your skin, and his lips are addicting. Thick fingers dig into your waist. The hand on your head is removed, and you pull away, panting. He gazes at you through hooded lids, pupils swallowed by black.
âI canât drive the car if you keep me in your lap,â and you wrap your fingers around his hands, prying their grip on you. He relents, and you climb over to the driver's seat. You turn the key in the ignition, and the engine roars to life. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Simon reaching a hand out to you. Thereâs gentle pressure on top of your head, and you realize that heâs smoothing out your hair. He doesnât say anything but does one last pet that trails his hand down to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb before pulling away. Your face already feels cold with the absence of his touch.
Clearing your throat, you turn on the signal light and continue the drive home. As you get closer to your destination, you grow more nervous for multiple reasons. 1) You have no idea if Phantom destroyed anything while you were gone. 2) You donât know how Simon will react to Phantom. 3) You donât know how upset Simon will be if reason 1 turns out to be true.
When you arrive, Simon holds the door open for you. You thank him and head inside. He follows after you, and the wheels of his suitcase clack when they catch on the bottom of the doorframe. The house still has traces of cloves and nutmeg in the air, a reminder of the gingerbread dough chilling in the fridge. Simon shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over the couch. Unable to hide it any longer, you decide to show him Phantom right away.
You bounce on the balls of your feet. âI have a present for you.â Leaning close to Simonâs ear, you whisper, âyouâre a father, now.â The poor man bluescreens on you. His eyes are wide and vacant. You run into the bedroom, your head peeking out the doorway with a grin before disappearing again. You present a wriggling Doberman puppy with a shiny red bow wrapped around its midsection. âMeet our baby!â
Simon is gone. Fuck.
You sigh and place your child down, watching her sniff the jacket her father left behind on the couch. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you grab your phone. This is not how you wanted tonight to go. You send a few messages, but Simon doesnât respond to a single one. Although you can see that heâs read them, which pisses you off. He couldnât have gone far, and you still have the car keys. The closest place nearby that isnât a house is the small market square, which contains a grocery store and several self-owned businesses. Your boots pound against the pavement, and you dash through the streets. You reach the square and scan your surroundings. You spot him exiting a store and run up to him.
âSimon!â Your lungs burn, and your heart is rattling in your ribcage. Simon stares at you with wide eyes. His arms reach out to steady you.
âIâm sorry for leaving, poppet. When I heard, I knew I had to,â Simon says. He looks at the ground, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
You pant, catching your breath as the winter air stings your throat. You lick your chapped lips and begin to speak. âSimon, Iââ
He cuts you off. âBut no matter what, I will alwaysââ
You interrupt him because you need to clear up the misunderstanding now. âSimon, Iââ
âItâs alright, poppet. I would neverââ
Your frustration reaches a boiling point. âI ADOPTED A PUPPY!â Flames engulf your entire face, and youâre positive thereâs steam rising off your head. A few passersby stop walking at your outburst, and you shrink beneath their stares. Simon shields your body with his large frame and smooths your wind-ruffled hair. âSimon, I adopted a puppy,â you repeat.
âA puppy?â he rumbles, low and soothing.
You nod and smile. âYes, a puppy. The cutest one Iâve ever seen.â
He raises a brow. âWalks on four legs, barks, and has a little tail that wags?â
You chuckle. âLast time I checked, yes.â
Simon sighs and leans into you. âIâm a fuckinâ idiot. We left the poor pup all alone,â and he holds your hand and leads you home.Â
You struggle to keep up with his long strides. Simon slows down when he notices you falling behind. âShe. Sheâs all alone,â you say.
âDid she come with a name?â he asks.
You answer with, âPhantom.â Simon gives you a deadpan stare. âWhy are you looking at me like that? Iâm not messing with you. Thatâs her name,â you insist.Â
âSo I suppose itâs all a coincidence?â he snorts.Â
You tilt your head. âIs that so hard to believe?â
âI donât believe in coincidences.â
Squeezing his hand, you chirp, âThen it was a miracle. A Christmas miracle.â
âPoppet, the only miracle Iâll accept is when you walked into my life. Anything else is the harsh reality we live in.â You falter in your steps, stumbling forward when Simon doesnât notice. He looks back at you, and time freezes. Deep brown eyes gaze upon you fondly, and a chill washes over your body. Behind the indifference is a tenderness reserved only for you. He brushes his thumb across your hand and tugs you into his side. His arm rests around your waist for the rest of the walk home.
You pause in front of the house and tug on his shirt. âI know you said you donât like pets because theyâre a big commitment, but I promise youâre going to love her,â you say.
His chuckle is hollow. âI think you overestimate my ability with animals. Not a bloody chance will she like me,â and you can hear the grimace in his tone.
You unlock the door, and Phantom greets you inside. She circles you and Simon, sniffing your pants. You grin and crouch down, accepting the sloppy kisses she gives you. Phantom races off to the living room, and you find her burrowed in a heap of Simonâs jacket. She must have pulled it off the couch after you left. Simon says nothing but watches the puppy with amusement.
âGo play with the puppy while I bake the gingerbread cookies,â you say, disappearing around the corner.Â
Simon trails after you. âBarrinâ me from the kitchen already? Iâm a great helper.â
You scoff and block him from entering further. âNo. What you mean is youâre great at eating all my cookies before I get a chance to decorate them.â You wave your hands and push him out of the kitchen. His hulking frame budges with remarkable ease. âNow, shoo. I need enough for the party tomorrow.â
Simon raises his hands in surrender and plants a kiss on your head before heading to the living room. You take out the dough from the refrigerator and flour the counter. You roll the dough out until itâs about an inch thick before using cookie cutters in various holiday shapes. Lining a baking sheet with parchment paper, you transfer the cut cookies. You collect the scraps of dough and reroll it.
Simonâs head pops into the doorway. âPoppet, whatâs this?â he asks. The plushie of a cartoon ghost with a skull mask looks microscopic in his large hands.
You gasp, âThatâs Phantomâs favourite toy! The store was having a clearance sale on all their Halloween stock, and it reminded me of you. I have a picture of her cuddling with it in bed.â You move to grab your phone from your pocket, but your hands are covered in flour and dough. âIâll send it to you after I clean up.â
Simon says nothing, cradling the ghost plushie to his chest with a newfound tenderness as he returns to the living room. Phantomâs excited yip greets his footfalls, and your smile nearly splits your face into two. You continue cutting out more cookies, ending up with multiple trays worth.
As you place a few trays into the oven, Simon passes by. His footsteps are silent when he typically stomps around to alert you of his presence. He stops when you catch him leaving.
âAnd where are you off to?â you ask, setting the timer on the oven, careful not to accidentally turn the heat off instead.
Simon shrugs and says, âOn a walk,â with an air of indifference.
âWill you carry Phantom in your arms the entire time?â you ask. Phantomâs tail thumps against Simonâs lower abdomen. Heâs carrying her like a baby, and she looks at you with her tongue lolling out. âShe has a leash, Simon. Use it.â You point to the hooks on the wall where the jackets go, Phantomâs leash being the newest addition.
He looks at the leash, Phantom, then back at you. âHer little paws might get tired,â and he waves one of her paws.Â
You shake your head, holding back a grin. âSheâs a lot tougher than she looks.â You havenât told Simon, but anyone with eyes can see that Phantom is small for her breed.Â
Thereâs a glint in Simonâs eyes. âYeah? Must take after you, then,â he comments. Phantom barks in agreement. You stick your tongue out when he turns his back to you. âI saw that.â
âSaw what?â You feign ignorance.Â
Simon grabs the leash and clips it onto Phantomâs harness. He looks at you and shakes his head at the Cheshire grin on your face. âSaw you beinâ a cheeky little thing.â
âI donât have a clue what youâre on about,â you say with a shrug. âCould you pick up some icing sugar on your walk? Iâm running low.â
Simon nods and walks out the door, Phantom trotting dutifully by his side. You bite your lip and lean against the counter. God, you love watching him walk away.Â
While the cookies bake, you pass the time by window shopping online. Specifically dog products. Youâre in the middle of reading the product description for dog thongsâwho invented these anyway??âwhen the front door unlocks. Your finger zeroes in on the little âxâ to delete the page from your phone. You check on the cookies. One batch is currently on the cooling rack, while another is in the oven.
Phantom zooms into the kitchen, snout turned upwards and twitching madly. Cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg fill the air. You can almost taste the spices on your tongue. Crouching down, you give Phantom little scritches behind her ear, and she tilts her head to give you easier access. Her hind leg twitches, and you chuckle. Heavy thumps and the creak of wood travel through the kitchen, and a shadow is cast over you. Glancing up, you see Simon holding a bouquet.
You stand up and accept the bundle of delicate red and white flowers. Bringing your face closer, you breathe in their sweet scent. The soft petals tickle your nose, and you resist the urge to sneeze.
He sticks his hands in his pockets and shuffles his feet. âDid you think I would forget?â
You rub the petals between your fingertips; they feel like satin. âI wasnât expecting any since youâre home this year,â you confess. You assumed the bouquets were an apology for missing Christmas. The edelweiss and peonies will make a lovely addition to your collection.Â
Simon rubs the back of his neck. âDonât like âem?â And the low baritone of his voice pitches.Â
A soft smile spreads across your face. You embrace Simon and rest your head against his chest. His heart races, rattling loud like a machine gun. âYou silly man. I love everything you give me,â you reassure him, and the gunfire ceases.Â
Your head rises and falls with each breath he draws. âJust makinâ sure,â he rasps, combing his fingers through your hair. His hands trail down to your waist and leave your body. You notice him inching towards the cooling rack on the counter.Â
You smack his hand away and scold him. âUh uh. Keep your hands away from my cookies. And donât use your sneaky ninja skills to steal one. I will know if one of them goes missing.â Simon is not above using his military experience to snatch baked goods. He got away with it once, and youâve made it a personal mission to never let it happen again.
âBut thereâs so many of âem. Nobody will complain if you show up with one less,â he grumbles.
You sigh, âFine, but only because you wonât leave me alone until I give you a cookie.â He adjusts his baklava. Thereâs zero hesitation when he reaches over and amputates the arm of a gingerbread man. âHey! Youâre getting crumbs in my hair.â
âSorry,â he mumbles with a full mouth, brushing your hair gently.
You remain in his arms, breathing in the sweet scent of bourbon mixed with his musk. Crunching fills the void of silence in the room. You look around and notice itâs only the two of you. âHowâs Phantom?â you ask.
Simon glances in the direction of the living room. He hums, and the vibrations tickle you. âOut like a light. Walk must've tired her out,â he answers.
You plant a kiss on his chin, and his eyes soften. His fingers squeeze your hips. âIâm almost done. Iâll join you two in the living room soon,â you say.
He nuzzles the side of your head. âDonât be too long,â he says, pulling away and caressing your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. The crinkles around his eyes mirror yours. Simon nabs another cookie and darts out of the kitchen before you can stop him. You sigh and shake your head, looking for a vase to keep the flowers in.
Another twenty minutes pass before youâre done. You slide the last tray of cookies out of the oven and set it on the stovetop to cool. Remembering Simon, you pull off your oven mitts and check up on him and Phantom. You pause in the doorway, smiling to yourself at what you see. Simon is watching the tv, his eyelids drooping shut and snapping open every few seconds. Heâs lying on the couch with Phantom curled up on his chest.
âI knew you would love her,â you whisper. Wide brown eyes lock onto your figure, and Simon sinks into the couch after seeing itâs you.
âA little help here?â he grunts. You stifle a chuckle at his current predicament.Â
âCanât move a puppy, Lieutenant?â you tease.Â
He rolls his eyes at you. âHavenât you heard of the saying: let sleeping dogs lie?â
You scoop up Phantom, who barely stirs from her sleep. Simon scoots further in and turns onto his side, patting the empty space beside him. You lie next to him with Phantom sandwiched between the two of you. His strong arms lock around your waist and prevent you from rolling off the edge.Â
The next few minutes are spent in silence, exchanging looks and gentle touches. Simonâs words catch you off guard. âLife without you is like the night sky without stars; empty and fuckinâ miserable to look at.â You drown in endless pools of black, seeing your reflection stare back with wide eyes. The silence amplifies the pounding in your ears. He speaks with such sincerity and conviction that you feel it with every fibre of your being.Â
Your lips twist into a smile, and you say, âI love you too.â
He rests his forehead against yours. âMerry Christmas, poppet.â His fingers draw random shapes on your back, eliciting a shudder from you.
âMerry Christmas, Simon,â you whisper, lips grazing against the fabric of his mask. He makes a content hum and watches you with an affectionate gaze. The fireplace crackles and tiny snores come from Phantom. The scent of gingerbread wafts from the kitchen and infiltrates the living room. Cozy. You feel cozy.
Simon stretches and groans, âIâll be back. Need to make a quick trip to the loo.â He crawls over you, careful not to wake Phantom. The puppy twitches but otherwise gives no other indicators of consciousness. You reach for the tv remote and browse for a show to watch, already missing the heat of his body.
Simon goes to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He tugs the baklava off and rubs a hand over his face. From his pocket, he fishes out a small, velvet-lined box. He rushed to pick up his order when he heard the news.
His phone chimes, and he opens a message from you. There are two pictures. The first is Phantom curled up in her dog bed with the ghost plushie. His lips quirk, and he swipes to view the second photo. His heart stutters, fingers clutching the phone tight. Itâs a miracle the screen protector doesnât shatter. The second photo is a selfie of you and Phantom cuddling where he left you. Thereâs a goofy smile on your face despite your worried eyes drifting toward the sleeping dog. He can see the slight furrow in your browsâfuck do you make him soft. Now thereâs a new addition to your family, and the pup proved him wrong when he thought he couldnât grow softer. A tightness overcomes his chest, and his vision swims.Â
And suddenly, heâs scared. Because somehow, in this fucked up world, he found you. A random variable in his life that he has no control over. Heâs terrified youâll be ripped away from him like everyone else. Thatâs why he needs to do this. Needs to tie you to him forever so that thereâs always a piece of you with him. Definitive proof that you are his. The night sky was a cheesy line, but he meant every word. He doesnât want to come home to an empty apartment anymore. To count down the days until the next deployment. To worry about what terrible thing comes next. To function in life on autopilot.Â
Simon Riley is entirely aware of how much he loves you. And heâs terrified of how to prove it.
He exits the bathroom, one hand fidgeting with the box in his pocket.Â
âBloody fucking hell.â
âââ â ïœĄïŸâ: *. ✠.* :âïŸïœĄâ âââ
End Note:
This thing honestly grew a lot bigger than I was expecting. The party mentioned above is definitely a party with the 141 and vaqueros, and I headcanon it to be the first official introduction between the reader and everyone. In that universe anyway.
Also, I totally did not plan on ending it with a possible proposal, it just kinda happened lol. Have fun imagining because I don't think I'll write it.
I do have an idea for a single-dad Price fic because we all know that would make such cute fluff. It was originally going to be for the holidays too, but I'll probably modify the story to work without it.
I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (ăă»âă»)ă
Reblogs are appreciated!
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#cod x reader#cod mw2#cod mwii#fluff#domestic fluff#mild hurt/comfort#Christmas fluff#banter#baking shenanigans#gender neutral reader#no y/n
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Realistic Scara Reverse Isekai Headcanons
In my Scara brainrot era
Reverse isekai AU, except realistic
Author's Note: I was really thinking about this one for a few days and then stumbled upon quite a few reverse isekai Scara fics, and yes, they were all really good, but personally I think realistically, things would go a lot differently. A bit self-indulgent so Iâm using my workplace (hostess at a nice restaurant) for the main setting/ place of employment in these headcanons. Also, because while I was brainstorming, I couldnât really think of a better natural way for Scaramouche to make an appearance that doesnât involve him falling out of the sky or just appearing out of nowhere.
Version 3.3 archon quest spoilers
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Imagine walking into work through the front door, maybe youâre a few minutes late, but definitely arriving right in the middle of this whole ordeal of a strangely dressed man with a large hat arguing with your coworkers.
As the genshin fan you are, you could obviously tell the man was dressed as Scaramouche (in his wanderer era)
Finding it a little out of place for someone to be visiting a nice restaurant dressed in such a way you assumed that maybe he was coming back from a con nearby you didnât know about.
But oh, his cosplay looks really good, almost like the character really stepped out of the game (little do you know) so of course you must compliment him! âOh! Sir! I really like your Scaramouche cosplay!â
What a mistake that was, youâre lucky heâs the wanderer now.
Heâd probably jolt over to facing you with his signature glare painting his face, how did you know who he was? How did you know his old name? didnât he erase his existence from Irminsul? Were you working for Dottore and the fatui? And what did you mean buy cosplay?
Luckily, he refrains himself from using violence to question you on the spot, âHow does a pathetic mortal like you know my name?â would be his first question
Of course, youâd be met with an irritated sign when you tilt your head to the side in confusion, followed by your puzzled expression at his behavior.
âForget it, I just need to buy some food what food can I get in this shabby little place for under 500 moraâ for some reason ever since he woke up here, heâs been hungry?
Well of course heâs hungry, living puppets donât exactly exist here meaning Scaramouche has become a human now!
At this point youâd probably start looking for hidden cameras or wondering if this guy is just really committed to being in character. âSorry sir, but mora isnât a real form of money, I can let you look at the menu if youâd like to see our prices.â
Scaramouche was not amused and neither were you, the both of you probably went back and forth at each other for a solid 5 minutes before you asked him to step outside as he was disturbing customers, so now you stand outside with Scaramouche still trying to get it through to him that he should really stop trying to act so in character and that although his acting skills were very convincing, you knew better and knew there was no way a fictional character could be real(or so you thought)
You probably thought this man might be crazy, maybe he has some sort of unresolved mental problems? Where did he even come from; he didnât even seem to have any mode of transportation with him? You were super close to getting your coworkers to call the police since nothing you were saying was getting through to the strange man infront of you.
You might also act with caution, if this man really thought he was Scaramouche, knowing the former harbingerâs personality he could be quite dangerous.
Scaramouche however is probably the one thinking youâre quite stupid, he got you to play along and answer some of his questions and through your explanations he found out he's in a different world from his own and that here, heâs actually a character from a game (how ridiculous)
He also found out he has now become a mere human here(yay he has a heart now)and that his vision is pretty much useless here (that could really become a problem) followed by the realization this world seems to have a lot of pointless laws, what do you mean he needs a birth certificate? Social security number? He canât just wander around and canât even survive here without money?!
Scaramouche really doesnât want to deal with the authorities here, heâs realized quite fast that this world is nowhere close to being like Teyvat and since he canât even just survive by wandering around and exploring, he didn't feel like getting into trouble just yet, especially before he has his situation properly figured out.
Now instead of you trying to explain the situation to Scaramouche, heâs the one having to explain himself to you, the real question is how does he convince you that heâs none other than the former 6th harbinger and not some crazy person dressed like him?
After a lengthy conversation he finally manages to somewhat convince you heâs actually Scaramouche. Youâd have to bring him back inside and buy the poor guy food, he hasnât eaten since he ended up in your world and has no money, youâd have to think of something to tell your manager and coworkers about the situation and coming up with an excuse for him. Poor you realizing you still havenât even been clocked in this whole timeÂ
Youâd also have to take him home with you like a lost homeless kitten, if you live at home good luck explaining everything to your family without them thinking that YOU are now the crazy one.
Good luck living with this man too, heâs a menace
Not to mention if youâre a student youâd probably be taking him to school with you, heâd have a lot of trouble surviving here without at the very least a high school diploma.
Was super happy to find out he has fans here (although questions the sanity of a few of them at times)
If you thought he was bad at home, he's an even bigger menace at school. Despite his snarky and rude remarks you somehow managed to become close friends with him! Youâre also the only friend heâs got âWhy would I bother to put in the effort to entertain these pathetic peopleâ is what heâd tell you
Heâd mumble out a âthank youâ so quietly you almost missed it but despite his usual behavior he was grateful to you for letting him stay with you and not abandoning him like the rest even though you shouldâve been the one thanking him for giving you the opportunity to house someone as great as him.
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Thank you for reading! Iâm not used to writing apart from school essays, but Iâve really wanted to start properly writing for a while. I wanted to start out a bit easier with some headcanons and hopefully my next piece of writing will be an actual fic?
#genshin impact#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche#kunizukushi#wanderer#genshin#genshin headcanons#genshin impact headcanons#genshin imagines#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact scenarios#scara x reader#scaramouche fluff#reverse isekai
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Hi, Since there are few stories about Hoseok, I would like to request #5, #21, #46. I'm curious to see what kind of story you can came up with Thanks.
This is the last request I have. Thank you everyone that sent one. I really like working on shorter stories like this. They keep my mind busy without stressing me out.
Iâm sorry this one took so long. This was a good one that really stumped me. I hope this is okay!
#5 Why are you helping me?
#21 Sometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy
#46 What happens if I do this?
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Iâm pretty sure recalling an email is fairly simple but for the sake of this letâs just pretend it isnât
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The headline read, âRuthless CEO, Y/N, making a name for themselves regardless of who they tear down.â You knew it was meant to be negative or even hurtful but you saw it as motivation because they technically werenât wrong and you would ruin whomever or whatever you had in order to benefit your company.
Amongst your team you were known for your cold demeanor, harsh words, and demanding temper. Unfortunately your assistant, Hoseok, took the brunt of that.
âGood morning Y/N, I emailed you your schedule for today. Youâll get reminders 15 minute before each of your meetings. I cancelled your lunch with Kim Namjoon just like you asked. I also dropped off your dry cleaning and will pick it up tomorrow morning. You also have a dinner party tomorrow night with Kim Seokjinâ, he said before placing your usual cup of coffee down in front of you.
You took a sip before spitting out the hot liquid, âWhat the hell is this? This tastes like caramel. You know I hate caramel.â
âOh I am so sorry Miss. I mustâve grabbed the wrong cup by mistake. Iâll get a new one here right away.â, he said frantically opening the app to order a new cup to be delivered.
âJust forget it. Iâll do without a coffee for today. Just get me something from the vending machine. If you can handle that.â, you glared at him.
Apologetically he backed out of the room to make a beeline for the vending machine area.
âRough day.â, his coworker Yoongi asked walking up next to him who just nodded as he looked through the drink options.
âI donât know why you still work here Hobi. Youâre way to nice to put up with someone like that.â, Yoongi said.
âI donât know. The pay is good.â, he chuckled, âPlus Iâm kind of used to it by now. I donât think Iâd know how to work for someone who wasnïżœïżœt yelling at me. And she means well. I know she just wants whatâs best.â Yoongi shook his head but accepted that answer and returned to his desk.
A couple minutes later Hoseok returned to give you an iced tea from the vending machine only to find you panicking and frantically clicking away at your computer screen while mumbling about how your life was over.
âY/N whatâs wrong?â, he asked setting the drink down next to you.
âIâm such an idiot.â, you groaned, âI got this stupid email from the head of our biggest competitor about meeting for dinner and I typed up a snarky response in anger calling him a dumb stupid smelly pimple on an alligatorâs butt and I was supposed to delete it but I sent it by accident. This is going to look so bad and bring so much negative press when he reads that. Heâll surely go to the media.â
You slammed your head down on the desk feeling defeated.
Hoseok chuckled before he cleared his throat, âI can help you.â
Your head snapped back up, âWhat?â
He smiled, âSometimes being a complete nerd comes in handy. I can delete the email from his system like it never happened.â
He asked for permission to use your computer and after you approved he began typing away.
As you watched him work diligently to save you, you realized how horrible you had been to him over the years and yet he still didnât hesitate to help you.
âHoseok, Why are you helping me?â, you whispered feeling very small and apologetic.
While still working his lips curled into a smile, âI like to help others. I know that you donât mean to come off so aggressive and you only do it because you want to be as successful as possible. Aaannnddd I donât think Iâll get paid nearly as much elsewhere if this company were to go under because you called someone a pimple on an alligatorâs butt.â
You sat back and chuckled as you watched him continue to type away.
He stood away to research something on his phone real quick which when you moved the mouse to a bright red colored box, âWhat happens if I do this?â
âUhhh the computer will explode.â
Really?!â, you asked with wide eyes.
âNo, itâll just cancel out everything I just did so please donât press it.â
A couple minutes later and he stood back proud of himself, âThere! The email is deleted like nothing ever happened. Even if he managed to read it already there is no proof anywhere that it ever existed.â
âThank you thank you thank you!â, you exclaimed wrapping your arms around him into a tight hug.
He cleared his throat making you back away instantly and smooth out your dress, âThank you again Hoseok. How can I repay you? Maybe I can get a bonus thrown your way or something.â
He shook his head, âFirstly you can stop calling me Hoseok and call me Hobi.â
You nodded, âOkay, done.â
âAnd let me take you out for dinner.â, he said with a smile.
âAre you asking me on a date?â, you questioned feeling your cheeks heat up.
âWe can decide what to call it when we see how we feel afterwards.â, he shrugged before walking into the hallway making you even more intrigued by your nerdy life saving assistant Hobi.
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Change is on the Horizon
Tori is starting her new role with Smosh!
The mood in the office was noticeably tense as I walked to my desk. I was running late this morning and hadn't had a chance to check my email. I pulled out my phone as I go to sit down and see an email from Anthony, my boss.Â
"All-
Please join me in the conference room today at 10am for a mandatory staff meeting.
Thanks!Anthony Padilla He/Him"
We had a weekly scheduled staff meeting that would normally take place in a few days, I wonder why he would need to push the meeting up and use the word "mandatory". This must be why everyone is acting odd.
I check the time "9:40" I say out loud, looking towards my coworker "I'm going to grab some coffee before the meeting". I walk to the break room, which is empty. I grab a quick cup of coffee and decide to head to the meeting early and catch up on my emails from there. As I walk in, Anthony is already in the room, setting up his laptop.
"Hey!" I say brightly, trying not to let on that I am nervous about the meeting. That nervousness only grew seeing him set up for the meeting and having a folder of papers as well. He doesn't usually lead our staff meetings, and they are typically much more laid back. "Hey Tori!" he said with a smile, softening my nervousness slightly "Making any progress on the questions for the OG youtubers video coming up?" he asked. Anthony likes to really dive into the research and writing we come up with.
"Yeah! Should be done soon" I say, taking my seat near the front of the table. There are not many people in office, maybe 15 of us, but they all start to come in and take their seats. I can see that Anthony is nervous, but the fact that he is smiling makes me think that maybe it is good news.
"Hey everyone! Thanks for coming" he says, kicking off the meeting "I'm sorry for the suddenness of the meeting, I don't like to spring things on anyone but you will see why I had to in just a minute." As he says that, he looks to the door and I can feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion.Â
After just a second or two, the door opens. My confusion can certainly be read on my face as Ian Hecox walks through the door, grinning. I take a quick look between the two as Ian makes his way to the front with Anthony.
"I'm sure you are all really confused," he says with a smile "We bought smosh!" they semi yell, in unison. They paused, allowing us all to react. "That is amazing, congratulations!" I said, and echos of the same sentiment came from everyone, but there was still tension. What does that mean for all of us? Would Anthony keep his channel? Will smosh staff take over if he does? I am starting to spiral as Anthony begins to speak again. "I spent a day with isn't going anywhere! So don't be alarmed." I could feel my shoulders drop a little. "There will be some changes, but your jobs aren't going anywhere"
Changes? I thought...that is still worrisome. Ian started to speak "There will be opportunities to get involved in smosh, or to stay separate. I won't be stepping into Anthony's channel or independent work" he finished. "I'm going to talk to each one of you, discuss the changes, let you ask any questions you want. All we ask is that you don't speak on this until we make the official announcement, we haven't even told the smosh team yet."
"Tori, if it's ok, we'd like to start with you. We should be able to get through everyone today!" Anthony said, and I nodded. The others started to filter out of the room until it was just Anthony, Ian, and I. "Well," I said "Congratulations guys, I have always been a huge fan of Smosh" which was true, Anthony and I had discussed it at length after I was hired. "Ian, this is Tori, one of my writers/researchers. She helps prepare me, and the guests, for the experience of the show." his words made me smile. "It's so nice to meet you" I spoke, standing and outstretching my hand to shake Ians. He shook my hand back "It's nice to meet you too. I'm glad to hear you like Smosh, I wasn't sure what the reception would be" he admitted, with a chuckle. "Anthony has spoken a lot about you".Â
"We wanted to start with you Tori because we have a more unique opportunity for you," Anthony said "While trying to figure out how to address staffing and scheduling, we wanted to address openings and make sure that internal staff had the first chance at any new roles before posting them" my stomach started to turn. Anthony turned to Ian, who started talking. "We have an opening for a research and talent on Smosh games and Anthony tells me you would be a great fit, and have been auditioning for talent roles" ...I could throw up. Is this real? My silence was not taken lightly "You absolutely do not have to, your role here is safe" Anthony said, reassuring me. "Wow," I started, maybe not the perfect reaction "I want to say thank you. I would love to! That sounds like the best of both worlds for me." I said, grinning ear to ear "I guess you do listen during our monthly check-ins!" I say with a small laugh to Anthony.
We talked more in-depth about the position, understanding the details, and getting a call set up with the Smosh HR team for an official offer. I am going to start in just two weeks!
Getting home felt so long, the entire drive I just kept thinking of the possibilities. What the Smosh team would think, if I would be received well by the audience, and what the new vibe would be like working in a bigger studio. Once I got home, I laid out on my couch, staring at the ceiling. I can't believe this is really happening.Â
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iâll have what sheâs having
90s trey parker (office!au) x fem!reader
warnings: none
notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)
word count: 3424
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âWhen are you gonna let me take you out to dinner?â my coworker asked me, waiting for me to finish filling my water bottle at the cooler.
âWhen you get your sales up, Parker,â I said, tilting my head. I tapped the knot of his necktie as I turned around to face him. Trey looked down at me, smirking. âI canât be seen in public with a poor salesman.âÂ
âSays the temp,â He retorted, hurriedly pouring water into a tiny paper cup as I started walking back to my desk. Trey followed me through the kitchen to my cubicle, which was on the opposite side of the office to his.Â
âNot for much longer if you donât get those numbers up,â I grinned sweetly, leaning against my desk. Trey stood in front of me, also leaning to the side. I batted my eyelashes at him. âKeep wasting time like this and weâll end up switching seats.â
I sat down, tidying up a stack of papers. I reached for the handset, until Trey placed his hand on mine to stop me from picking up the phone.Â
âAnd if I get my sales up?â he proposed.Â
I laughed at him as if to say, âlike that could ever happen.â I tsked, shaking my head.Â
âYouâll let me take you out, right?â he continued.Â
I looked up at him, staring into his bright, blue eyes. I had to admit, he was quite handsome. He was funny too; heâd always do the best impressions of our other coworkers with dumb voices. I usually brought in coffee for our boss, then Trey asked me to start bringing him some, and now heâs the one who brings me coffee.Â
âIf you can make 20 sales before 5 oâclock, you can take me out tonight, yes. Thatâs an hour,â I told him, rolling my eyes slightly. âOthers might consider those rookie numbers, so hop to it.â
I patted his shoulder, watching him walk away with a smile on my face. I felt my cheeks turn red. I knew it would be a challenge for him, since he always got distracted. Part of me was really rooting for him, though. The only reason I ever said no to him was to see how far he was willing to go to get me to go out with him. It was slightly cruel, Iâll admit it. But he was very determined.Â
I didnât see him for the rest of the day, and for once I was able to get a little more work done than usual. I was in my bossâ office when 5 PM rolled around. She and I had been discussing an opportunity for a permanent position at the office, since I was just a temp. However, she seemed to think that Iâd make a good fit, so I was excited to be able to finally secure a job that didnât last less than a month.Â
Once I got out of her office, it was 5:02, and Trey was still on the phone. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern and anticipation. I could see his leg bouncing underneath the desk. I leaned against the wood, examining all of the papers sprawled across his desk, all covered in his messy handwriting.Â
âI- Okay. Yes. Weâll talk tomorrow. Definitely. Thanks. Bye-bye,â Trey said, before hanging up the phone. He leaned forward, exhaling heavily with his face in his hands.Â
âThree minutes overtime,â I said, tapping my index finger on his desk.Â
âI only made 17,â he huffed, leaning back. Trey looked at me with probably the saddest pair of defeated eyes Iâd ever seen. I honestly felt kinda bad for him; I bet heâd worked harder in that last hour than he ever had before.Â
âAww,â I said, tilting my head. âBetter luck next time, kiddo.â
I reached down to rub his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt had that nice, soft texture that you only got from real expensive dress shirts. My hand lingered there for a few seconds; longer than I intended to.Â
âWanna go get some drinks?â I asked, leaning down to meet his eye level.Â
His head snapped up to look at me. His whole face lit up, eyes wide and all. âWhat?â he choked out.Â
âYou heard me,â I laughed, crossing my arms. I bit my lip, watching him grin from ear to ear.Â
âI guess so,â he shrugged, sighing. I rolled my eyes, standing up to put my baggy black sweater on over my blouse. I started walking towards the exit, watching Trey scramble to get all of his stuff together and catch up to me. Soon we were in the parking lot, playfully arguing about where we were headed.Â
âI could do with a nice shake, I think,â I stated, following Trey to his little beat-up car.Â
âThereâs a diner by the mall,â he said. Two minutes ago, he was insisting we go to a pub up the street. He was such a simple creature. He just wanted to please me.Â
âThat is a nasty drive from my place,â I grimaced.Â
âMine too,â he shrugged, leaning against the door of his car with his hands in his pockets. âTheir shakes are worth it though, trust me.âÂ
âHmm, I donât know if I should trust you,â I said, squinting at him. âYou couldnât even make 20 sales for me today.âÂ
Trey rolled his eyes. âYet youâre going out with me,â he shot back, raising his eyebrows.Â
I tried to smother the grin on my face. I shrugged.Â
âConsider yourself lucky, Parker,â I said innocently. âIâm not an easy catch.â
âObviously,â he grumbled, smiling. He reached up to scratch his jaw, allowing me a brief moment to examine his hand. He had a short, wide palm with long, dainty fingers and rough cuticles. It looked like he picked at them.Â
âIâll follow you. See you in a few,â I said, smiling. I started walking towards my car, turning around for a moment to yell at him. âAnd donât speed!â
âI canât help it, Y/N! My feet are made of lead!,â he shouted, defending himself.Â
I giggled, getting into my car. I turned the ignition, letting the car warm up for a moment while I checked myself in the mirror. My lips were chapped and my hair had gotten a little messy throughout the day. I was honestly too exhausted to give a shit, so I just let it down.Â
The drive was long. It was the middle of rush hour, so Trey and I ended up getting stuck in a traffic jam. We ended up side by side a number of times, challenging each other in our own lanes which were going two different speeds. Eventually, after almost 40 minutes, we made it, parking right next to each other. I put some chapstick on and took my blouse off, leaving my sweater on so that I was more comfortable. Trey was still in his work clothes; light blue shirt with rolled up sleeves, black tie, navy blue pants, brown belt and dark brown shoes. He wasnât very coordinated.Â
âYou drive like a senior citizen,â he said, grinning at me as I walked up to his side.Â
âYou drive like a wanted criminal,â I shot back, turning around so I was walking backwards and facing him as he held the door open for me.Â
The dinner smelled like cake and coffee. It was slightly overwhelming, but not so much that I wouldnât get used to it. The hostess led us to a small booth next to the window, giving us a quite lovely view of the highway outside. The sun had begun to set, so the sky was painted with the most gorgeous golden-orange you could get in Long Beach.Â
âI think I actually greatly prefer this over a bar,â Trey hummed, his eyes skimming over the menu while his hands rested in his lap.Â
I laughed softly, looking away from him. I took a sip from the iced water that the server brought to us not long after we sat down, the cold sending a shiver down my spine.
âNow that weâre finally here,â I huffed. âWhy were you so desperate to take me out?â
Trey looked up, caught off guard. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head.Â
âI enjoy your company,â he said softly. âAnd Iâm attracted to you.â
ââCause Iâm the funniest, coolest, sexiest girl youâve ever met?â I teased him.Â
âYup,â he grinned, biting his lip as the server came back over to our table.Â
I ordered a plain vanilla milkshake with no cherry and extra whipped cream, and Trey ordered the exact same thing. He really was so simple. I made fun of him for it.Â
âSo what donât I know about you?â Trey asked me, leaning over the table with his arms crossed.Â
âNot much, I imagine. You spend 3 out of 8 hours hanging around by my desk, so I can only assume you know me inside and out,â I stated, furrowing my eyebrows. âBut I guess⊠you probably donât know that I play guitar.â
âI did⊠not know that,â he said, raising his eyebrows. Trey leaned back, a soft smile on his face as we both spoke. He looked suspiciously satisfied, as if this was all going according to some massive plan of his. I decided to challenge his gaze with my own, equally mischievous one. I then realized that he was probably just admiring me.Â
âCome to think of it, what do you know about me?â I asked, resting my head in my palm. I snuck a glance at his neck, which had a healthy amount of stubble on it that spread up to his face as well. A day or two post-shave, maybe? Regardless, it looked good on him. He also had a lot of freckles and beauty marks all over his face and neck. Part of me wanted to spend time counting all of them.Â
âI know that you like pickles, but only by themselves. Same for black olives. Oh, and you canât seem to sit normally in any capacity. You challenge the ergonomic designs of modern chairs and refuse to conform to corporate standards,â he listed, mocking me in the last bit of his sentence. I couldnât help but laugh. âYou hate mussels but somehow love asparagus. Beavers are your favorite animal. Um⊠I also know that you always have your hair up, âcause Iâm a little bit stunned right now by the fact that itâs down.â
He laughed sheepishly with those last few words. I blushed. I forgot I let my hair down. It was wavy and unruly; I usually hated having it down, but it was starting to make my headache worse throughout the day, so I just wanted to feel more comfortable.Â
âItâs pretty,â he mumbled, swallowing. Trey seemed so nervous, delivering such a simple compliment. Simple, yet I too found myself made somewhat shy from his words. I guess I was just used to him being so unserious all the time. âYou should wear it down more often.â
I laughed, rolling my eyes. The server came over with our shakes. The tall glasses were very elegant and very heavy. The straws were made of paper. I cringed, pulling mine out of the glass and opting for a spoon instead.Â
Trey looked at me like he was watching an ape pick its nose.Â
âI now know that you drink milkshakes with a spoon,â he teased me, his cheeks caving in as he attempted to suck his shake through the straw.Â
âAt least spoons donât dissolve,â I said, mocking him. Trey just kept laughing at me.Â
We spent a few moments in awkward silence, just enjoying our shakes. I tried to think of something to fill the quiet gap in the conversation, but I couldnât come up with anything witty or funny, and it didnât feel appropriate to give him a compliment.Â
Eventually, Trey spoke up, bringing up the last topic I would have ever wanted to discuss on a date. Work.Â
âDid Michelle clear you for a permanent position yet?â He asked me.Â
I sighed slightly, trying not to let it show.Â
âWeâve been talking about it. Sheâs just not sure where sheâs gonna put me yet, but I still have like, two weeks, so⊠Iâm not too worried,â I explained, avoiding his eyes.Â
âMaybe weâll be desk neighbors,â he said, grinning.Â
âAck,â I gagged, teasing him. To be completely honest, that didnât sound too bad. Granted, he would probably get even less work done if he were always right next to me. Heâd be too busy showing off, and Iâd be so distracted that I wouldnât get any work done either.Â
âHey, câmon,â he laughed. âYou know Iâm your best friend in the office.â
âYeah. My âfriend,ââ I repeated, doing air quotes with my fingers.Â
âWhat, you donât like me?â he pouted.Â
âWeâre on a date, Trey. Of course I donât like you,â I said. I was being sarcastic, but I held no sarcastic tone in my words. He had to have realized that I was joking⊠right?
Treyâs eyes shot wide open, his lips curling into a smirk as his cheeks turned red. âSo weâre dating?â he said, dragging out the last word as if he were a teenage girl. He grinned, taking another strangled sip of his milkshake.Â
I shrugged, sticking the end of my spoon all the way in my mouth so I could lick it clean.Â
Trey leaned back, a small smile on his face as he stared at his lap. I watched him pull himself together, biting my own lip. Seeing him happy and giddy made me feel happy and giddy too.Â
After about an hour, we finished our shakes, and just sat in our little booth, talking. I learned that he had a cat named Jake and that he studied film in college, and even directed a few until he ran out of money and had to get a more permanent job. He explained that since he started working at the company, he didnât have much time at all to do anything film related. I felt bad; I could see the way his eyes lit up when he was talking about working in film.
âYou should show me what youâve made sometime,â I said, playing with the little bit of ice cream left in the bottom of my glass. A majority of the other customers had left, leaving the diner much quieter than it had been just a few minutes ago. Now it was just me and Trey, some elderly women in the corner, and a group of teenagers on the other side of the restaurant
âMmm. Maybe,â he hummed, cringing.Â
âWhat, you donât like it?â I asked.
âItâs just like, not great,â he laughed. âItâs as good as college films get, I guess. It could be better.â
âIâm sure itâs awesome, Trey. Youâre a funny guy,â I said, reaching across the table to brush his fingers with mine.Â
Never, since I first met him a month ago, had I ever called him by his first name. I never felt the need to, until now. I guess it just felt right.Â
Trey looked absolutely stunned and speechless at the contact, his eyes staring straight into mine. I felt one of his fingers stroke the top of my hand. My stomach fluttered, his touch gentle and soothing.Â
I let go of his hand as the server came back over with our check. Trey and I looked at each other, before my hand shot forward to grab the little booklet before he could even blink.Â
âNo,â he said, grabbing it.Â
âYes,â I grinned, yanking it away from him. He looked at me, pouting.Â
âLetâs at least split it,â he pleaded. âOr let me pay you back.â
âNot necessary,â I said, shaking my head. I pulled my card out of my wallet, sticking it in the check and setting it on the edge of the table. âYou can just pay for our next date.â
I smiled at him, watching his face turn from defeated to somewhat shocked. I suppose our date went a lot better than he thought it would.Â
I really did like him. To be honest, I was completely flustered when he asked me out the first time. I just didnât want to give in so easily. Plus I had only been working there for a week at the time, so I barely knew him, but after the first time he asked me, we started hanging out more, and he kept asking me out. I could tell he really liked me too.Â
I sorted everything out, and once we went outside, we ended up lingering outside of our cars, still talking. The sounds of the highway nearby provided some pleasant atmospheric noise, making it infinitely less awkward than it was inside.Â
âAre you free tomorrow?â I asked, my arms crossed over my chest. Trey still had his work clothes on, having taken his necktie off and unbuttoned one or two buttons on his dress shirt so he could breathe. He had a white V-neck T-shirt on underneath, and I was able to see his collarbone and some of his chest hair sticking out of the collar.Â
Trey shook his head. âLakers play tomorrow night. Iâm having friends over, if you wanna come. Iâm just not going out,â he laughed sheepishly.Â
âHmm⊠Maybe. Actually, yeah. That sounds cool,â I beamed. I wanted to meet his friends. He told me he met them all in college and from what I heard, they seemed like a lot of fun to be around. I also secretly wanted him to introduce me to his friends and brag about me when I wasnât looking.Â
âCool,â he grinned. His eyes skimmed up and down my frame, before landing at his feet as he seemed to be at a loss for words.Â
âIâll see you tomorrow morning,â I said softly, brushing his hand with my fingers. He looked at me, swallowing harshly. His eyes darted all around my face, leaving an extra long glance at my lips.Â
âThe usual? Green tea?â he asked. His eyelids had dropped, making him look unusually sleepy. He had a dumb smirk on his face.Â
âYou got it,â I said, clicking my tongue and winking.Â
ââKay,â he laughed. He turned his body to the side, beginning to walk away from me. âSee you.â
âWait a second,â I said, raising my voice slightly. My words echoed through the dark, empty parking lot, the sound bouncing back to me as my hand grabbed Treyâs forearm.Â
He turned back to face me, looking at me patiently. I grabbed his other arm, pulling him closer before standing up on my tiptoes to peck him on the lips.Â
Trey leaned into it, until I pulled away, keeping my face close to his. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, staring into his blue eyes as they searched my face for any sign of uncertainty or regret. After a moment, he kissed me again, tenderly to test the waters. His lips felt so soft and warm, laid gently between mine. It was the perfect kiss.Â
By the time we pulled away naturally, one of his hands had found its way to the small of my back, laying flat against it and holding my body close to him until I dropped down from my tiptoes. I slid out of his grasp, taking steps backward towards my car, unable to control the grin on my face.Â
âNight, Trey,â I said.Â
Trey grinned, shaking his head slightly. âNight, Y/N,â he replied, watching as I got back into my car.Â
Before closing the door, I leaned forward and yelled, âYou better make at least 60 sales tomorrow!â
âYeah, yeah,â he chuckled, unlocking his car.Â
And with that, I went home, barely able to think about driving while my mind was so caught up on Trey and Iâs kiss. I kept thinking that maybe I made a mistake, since it was only our first date, but it just felt right. Besides, itâs not like we donât see each other eight hours a day, five days a week.Â
Regardless, I was looking forward to going to work the next day for the first time in my entire life.Â
I donât think Iâd ever been so excited to watch a basketball game, either.
#fun little office au thing#i wrote this in like 2 hours#trey parker x reader#trey parker#x reader#fem reader#fanfiction#fluff#matt stone#baseketball#smut#cannibal the musical#mattrey
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Black Friday
Relationship: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader
Fandom: Marvel
Request: No
Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Inappropriate Behavior Towards Women
Word Count: 2,098
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Summary: Quite possibly the most stressful day of the entire year is here. Now, they have to really keep a leash on the symbiote.
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âEddie, wakey, wakey. Wake up, my love.â A soft dulcet voice caused the man to blink his eyes open finally. The sun was just starting to rise outside the window, but inside was simply blinding. His girlfriendâs gorgeous smile was above him, causing her hair to fan out.
âHey,â he groaned with his voice still thick with sleep, âhowâs my girl doinâ?â
âGood, but weâve gotta get up. Iâve got to get to work, and you promised to stay with me so we can go straight from there to shopping. They got that deal on the new tv we wanted.â Eddie rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he sat up. He wrapped his hands around her waist to bring her into his lap. Burying his face into her neck, he pressed a few kisses there, before pulling back to look at her sweet face.
âAlright, pretty girl. What time is it?â
âFive.â
âWell then, we donât want you to be late. Now do we?â
âNo, we donât.â The deep voice of their favorite symbiote suddenly joined the party. An inky black head with large white eyes materialized upon Eddieâs shoulder, who then sighed an annoyed sigh.
âMorning, V. How are you, sweet thing?â She pressed a kiss to the slimy cheek which made the alien let out a happy rumble.
âDonât encourage him. Itâs too early,â mumbled Eddie once he dropped his head in defeat.
âEddie, she loves me. Do not get in the way of our love.â
âOkay, boys,â she chimed in before they could start an argument, âletâs go get ready for the day.â
The couple and their unintentional third wheel went about their routine like normal. It was a pleasant morning for what was most definitely going to be a stressful day ahead. Black Friday had hit the American economy. While they did plan on taking advantage of it, they had stuff to do first. So, having the calm of the morning was lovely. Eddie spent his time trying to actually make breakfast and coffee for him and his lover. Venom tried to help in his own special way, leading to a mess that Eddie would, inevitably, have to clean. And she spent her time getting ready for work.
This was the joy of living with her boyfriend, and the symbiote. There was never a dull moment, and yet, they managed to work well together. In recorded time, she was out the door with her boyfriend, and walking down the beautiful street towards his bike. No matter what, she always wore her helmet. Eddie insisted upon it, and since Venom could not inhabit her body, he did too.
All of her coworkers knew that the revving of the bikeâs engine meant that she had brought her gorgeous piece of meat with her. It genuinely made her giggle the first few times when the other women, and one of the guys, were hitting on Eddie while he was inside the cafe, with her nearby. Now, everyone just liked watching him work on his laptop in the corner as the pretty man he is.
âIâm gonna go clock in. You hang out in your spot, okay? Iâll bring your first round to you shortly,â and she gave Eddie a kiss once the helmets were gone.
She went into the cafe first, feeling the cozy heat inside, and rounding the corner to start her job. Eddie followed shortly after, even though the cafe was still technically closed for another few minutes. No one minded have him inside. He was always nice to people, and tipped them generously once it came time to pay his tab.
As soon as seven hit, the store was flooded with customers. Some people were looking for their first fix before starting their own Black Friday shifts. While others were trying to stay caffeinated and/or warm for their Black Friday shopping ahead. Either way, their little cafe was busy. She brought over Eddieâs second coffee, with a double chocolate chip cookie for Venom.
âThanks, angel. And, um,â he leaned in just a bit, making her do the same. âThe other guy says thank you too.â
âYou guys are welcome.â She replied in the same tone that he had been using. As she walked away to start helping behind the counter again, she heard her lover muttering to himself.
âNo, Iâm not gonna tell her that. Sheâs working. Control yourself.â
Never a dull moment with those two. But, thanks to the holiday, there was never a dull moment the entire eight hours behind the counter anyways. Eddie watched as a steady stream of customers kept his darling girl busy. She took on different jobs, like they all did, rotating every couple of hours so no one got into too much of a rut. It was actually really lovely to see them using so much teamwork.
His favorite time was when his angel was on the register. He loved it. Eddie was seated with a perfect line of sight so that he could spend those two hours watching her. And the man was having a great time, even with the commentary from his friend in the back of his head. That was, until, some jerk came along to ruin it.
For some reason, there was a guy who, no matter how many times he got turned down, would continually make passes at Eddieâs girl. Now, she could take care of herself, but each time it was getting harder and harder to restrain the other guy. Today, this prick decided to some early Black Friday shopping it appeared.
âHello gorgeous. Howâs my favorite little barista doing today?â He leered, only to be met with her most deadpan face.
âWelcome in. What can I get started for you?â To anyone else, she sounded like a cheery, customer service worker. But Eddie knew better.
âWell, I just got this new watch,â he flashed the overtly shiny thing in her face. âWanna know the greatest thing about it?â
âAre you going to get a coffee, or a pastry, sir?â
âIt tells me exactly when to pick you up for our date tomorrow night.â Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she took a deep breath in, and out.
âAre you going to order something? There is a line, sir.â She tried once more, and yet, this guy was just not getting the hint.
âAs long as you are on the menu, yes. Iâll be getting something.â This creep leaned across the counter, over the register, and into her personal space. As much as she tried to lean and get out of his way, she did not catch the hand coming up onto her arm until it had made contact. Jumping back as if she had been burned, the shiver that swept through her body could not be suppressed. Thankfully, right as Eddie started making his way over, her male coworker, Leon, had sprung to her aid.
âHey. Uh, no way honey. You are gonna walk out of here and not come back before I call the cops and have you trespassed. We are gonna keep our hands to ourselves before I come across this counter. Come on, sugar.â Leon ushered his angel to the back to take some deep breaths before coming back out to find the creep still there.
âGo on! Shoo! If I have to come across this counter, you sure as hell not gonna like me. Go!â Finally, the man left in a huff as Eddie saw his angel poke her head out from around the corner of their dry storage. He kept murmuring to himself on the entire trip out, but no one came to his aid. As soon as he was gone, she went back to working the drinks counter while Leon filled for her at the register.
âThat pathetic man put his hands on our angel.â Venom growled, letting Eddie feel the rumble deep in his chest.
âYeah, I donât like it either, buddy. But sheâs safe behind the counter.â Before he could sit back down, the man felt his limbs go rigid as his friend took control over his muscles.
âWhat are you doing?â They were walking faster towards the front door and past the counter. Eddieâs laptop was still there, so everyone knew he was coming back. But as she saw the shadow of her boyfriend walk past her, a small black tendril emerged from her loverâs back and sent a salute towards her.
âOh no.â She chuckled and went back to work.
âWe are going to teach that thing a lesson about touching whatâs ours.â
âWhat is this âourâ stuff you spouting off about, V? She is my girlfriend. Not yours.â
âI know she is not just mine. That is why I say ours, Eddie.â Before said Eddie could retort once again, they rounded the corner to the alleyway right next to the back door of the cafe where they would take out trash. And would you like to guess who they found lurking around?
âLet me eat his head, Eddie. Please. Heâs got a Black Friday discount on life.â He had no clue whether or not the symbiote was joking. Knowing Venom, he knew he probably was not.
Inky limb like tendrils shot out from Eddie to grab at the creep that had been targeting their girl, and shoved him against the wall. Venom was not completely taking over Eddieâs body yet, but he was close. Walking up to the pinned man, another tendril slapped over his mouth to silence his screaming. Eddie tried to look as mean as he possibly could.
âLook, guy. Whoever the hell you are. Leave my- ow- our girl alone. She isnât interested. She will never be interested. Get it through your head. Got it?â Unfortunately, he still could not take a hint.
âOh, what. Like sheâd go out with you, mister disgraced journalist? Listen pal, Iâve got connections. You try to threaten me and youâll be in a jail faster than you can say âmerry Christmasâ. Now let me go!â He struggled once more, but Eddie just sighed.
âSee, that just ainât gonna happen. See, Iâve got a friend. And right now, he is really itchinâ to hurt you. So letâs just part ways and this all goes away, yeah?â The offer fell on deaf ears as the man struggled to break free.
âYou asked for it.â In an instant, Venomâs head popped up from his shoulder like an aggressive cat. The silence that followed was beautiful.
âI would very much like to eat his head now. Human brains always taste best.â
âNo, V. Weâre just gonna rough him up and then go back inside. No eating heads. Donât wanna draw attention to m- our girl.â
Their entire dialogue was being witnessed by someone who looked three seconds away from passing out, peeing himself, or screaming. Maybe all three. But as Venom showed all of his teeth and his disturbingly long tongue, turns out it was those three. But in very fast order.
âWell,â the body dropped to the floor, âthat was interesting. Letâs go inside. I want some more coffee before we leave.â Eddie turned on his heels and marched back inside. Once he was within view of others, Venom retreated back into his host. âGood boy.â
âI am not a dog, Eddie! But thank you. I would like another cookie for my efforts.â The monster growled, a pleasant purr emitting from him as he saw their angel behind the counter.
âAlright. You can have another cookie.â Once he was at the register, Leon got Eddieâs, and unknowingly Venomâs order, before moving down to where his girl was making delicious treats. But he did turn back at the last moment to send a quick, âthank you,â to the man who just nodded.
âYou wonât have to worry about that a-hole again, angel.â He murmured, accepting the cookie she gave him, mostly for his alien friend.
âDid Eddie talk to him or the other guy,â came her tease as she made his coffee just how he liked it.
âA bit of both. Ow, would you quit it? Fine! Mostly the other guy. You happy now, diva?â His monologue that she knew was actually a dialogue sounded hilarious right about now.
âThank you. Both of you. Iâve got thirty minutes left, so after that we can go get that new tv since our old one is broken.â Even though he was not physically present, Eddie knew that she was staring at Venom when she said that.
âBlack Friday makes people do crazy things.â
#rebelliousstories#writing#marvel#marvel imagine#eddie brock#eddie brock imagine#eddie brock x reader#venom the last dance#venom symbiote#venom#venom x reader#venom imagine
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â Great Pretender
Day one: Coffee Shop AU
Atsushi Nakajima gets flirted with and has no idea heâs being flirted with. This guy (Dazai) seems funny though, maybe he could learn something about his detective work?
Read on Ao3 or simply continue reading here.
Itâs an August morning when Atsushi sees the detectives come down to their cafe. Just floors above them a group of individuals with supernatural abilities worked, and from the office room multiple plans had been put into motion and saved lives during crises, he always wondered what they did up there other than the commission based worked the agents would be sent on.
Today originally would have been Atsushiâs day off, but now here he is. One of the men in the group comes over to him particularly, sitting at the counter silently with a smile on his face. Normally, this man was bothering the ownerâs wife or one of the waitresses with his god awful pickup lines.
âHello there.â His voice is graceful, an air of elegance to the way he speaks despite his disheveled look. Atsushi starts when he hears it and almost knocks over a container of coffee beans with his hand.
âUm, right, what would you like to order?â Atsushi asks him nervously. Talking to the customers was never his thing really.
And of course this guy immediately jumps the gun, letting out; âyour numberâ with a grin. This has Atsushi taken aback, reeling in surprise and shock. Lucy who had coincidentally just left the break room dropped her jaw to the floor in a mixture of shock and confusion.
Atsushi tensed, completely unsure of how to react when Lucy completely dodged the question for him, putting down a glass of water infront of the man and giving him a glare. âMy god, Donât make me tell your coworker your harassing the guys now too!â
Atsushi stands stunned as Lucy spends a good five minutes bickering with the man tirelessly, some of his coworkers who had followed him apparently wanting nothing to do with his antics and ignored him.
âAtsushi, donât listen to his bullshit.â Lucy tells him sternly, pointing her finger in his face âmen- hell even women like that arenât always going to stick around you know!â When she notices Atsushi scribbling done a string of numbers on a paper napkin. She sees his cheeks flushed a slight pink, and the determination on his face. âWhat the- hey! Listen to me first at least!â
Handing the napkin to the guy across the counter, Atsushi gives her a glance. âIâm listeningâ
âAs if!â Lucy puts her hand down on the counter âyou donât know if he could be trouble or something! What if you end up in a ditch?!â
Followed by Atsushi shaking his head disapprovingly; âyou shouldnât judge someone like that, Lucyâ
And Lucy shooting back, âwell I am.â
And the man at the center of their conversation, still waiting at the other side of the counter and staring at the written down phone number, surprised someone actually gave him their number, seems to take more interest in this than he did before.
âSo, misterâŠâ Atsushi is about to ask, he doesnât even know the manâs name yet.
âDazai,â he quickly states âOsamu Dazai.â
âRight well, if youâre free Iâd like to get to know you, I think getting out of my apartment for something other than work would be nice.â Atsushi continues to ramble on, âhis name is Dazai. Iâve got to remember his name.â
Dazai gives him a knowing glance, like heâs been here before and passed these same steps a good few times. In an odd way this reassures Atsushi canât help but feel like a whole chunk of his life is about to change. Dazai by chance had appeared before him and asked for his phone number, now suddenly he had something else to look forward to during the week.
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Modern Buddha x Reader Smut Working Nights
(Iâm really on a Buddha phase lately so bare with me ;) )Â
Great this was just. Great. This shift at work utterly sucked. And what was worse was that I had to worked a double. And the closing shift ends at 2am. So I am exhausted. I have been here all day dealing with people and coworkers. Not to mention on top of it my boss got so frustrated with the shift himself that he called me into his office and chewed me out.Â
Now I was tired and super heated about all of it. I unfortunately have to work here to pay the bills until I can find a better job. With no luck so far, I am stuck here. Ugh I just wanted to get my mind off of it.Â
After work I was going to Buddhaâs house. I met him at a gym we both frequent and he is super nice.Â
He very good for support and pushing me to do better.Â
He is actually the reason I decided to quit my shit job. We got to talking about it the day we met and I was rage working out. And heâs tried to help he as much as he could since then, looking at my resume with me and hyping me up before interviews.Â
Ugh I cannot wait to be done with this job. Especially with this shift. I just wanted to go over to Buddhaâs house, get drunk, and fall asleep to a movie. I was off the next couple of days so I was fine drinking heavily. We were going to have a fun time.
I knew he was up because he was texting with me all night. He was getting just as pissed off as me. Actually he was more pissed off than me. So I intentionally left out the part about my boss chewing me out. I really just wanted a hug from him to make the night better.Â
The minute I was able to clock out, I was ready. Everyone else waited, not wanting to set me off anymore. I put my punch in and left that horrible place. I went out to my car and sat there for a moment in my seat. I turned my car on and gripped the steering wheel.
And then I cried a little. It was an overwhelming shift, and the yelling, and all the issues were enough to unravel me. I was just tired of it all. I turned on my headlights and drove the familiar route to Buddhaâs house. I felt relieved turning into his complex. And again, I knew he was home, but seeing his car in the parking lot made me happy. I pulled into an empty space and stopped. I got out and reached into my backseat for the bag I packed.Â
I walked towards his building and then up the stairs until I was in front of his door. I knocked carefully and a few seconds later he opened and smiled at me. I made my move. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into a hug. He held me tightly.
âAwe okay câmon crazy letâs get inside.â He laughed. He moved and I went inside his apartment. It was warm and welcoming. I set my bag down and turned to face him. His smile dropped and he stepped closer. He hands when under my chin and he looked at my face closely. I donât know why I felt flustered so suddenly.
âWhy were you crying?â
Oh he saw my puffy eyes. I bit my lip.
âWas work really that bad?â He looked concerned.Â
âIt was.â I replied and then I moved my foot around nervously, I knew he knew there was something else. So I looked up at him and told him all that I had left out during the night. He hugged me again and swayed.Â
âWhy didnât you tell meeeee that.â He said but not in a scolding way.Â
âIâm sorrryyy.â I told him. He laid his cheek on my head in a cute âgrumpyâ way.Â
He pulled me toward the couch and he had set everything up. He had actually complained at me for taking too long at work. I sat down on the couch next to him.
âLetâs watch something to take your mind off of it.âÂ
âOkay.â I felt so much better already. He popped open some alcohol for me and I sat back. Before the movie started I had gotten up and changed out of my work clothes. I got comfortable next to Buddha with my drink in hand.Â
We stayed up for a while and I have to admit I drank more than I probably should have. Me and Buddha got very close to each other. There was no denying our attraction. I think we were still getting used to one another. Trying to spend a lot of time together before we made any decisions. Of course we have spent the night together a few times, like I am tonight. But never anything other than cuddling or hugging. We never even kissed before.Â
Tonight I felt a lot of tension. Not uncomfortable. Thinking about it the boldness was probably brought on from the heavy alcohol intake. We both did drink a lot, Buddha could handle his liquor more than me any day.Â
I donât remember how, but we ended up cuddling. He spooned me from behind and dragged his fingers up and down my waist. My attention was no longer on the movie. The colors flashed but barely registered. Then I felt him lean in close and smell my hair. And he pulled me closer. I didnât protest.Â
âYou smell so good nghh.â He said lazily
I smiled and snuggled more against him. He stopped moving his hand down my side for a moment and then started a tickle assault.Â
I busted out laughing and he sat up tickling me harder. I kicked my legs out and was trying to get away from him but he kept me still.
âS-Stop you ass.â I wheezed. I started crying it was too much and my sides hurt from the laughing. Buddha moved more and ended up on top of me. And then his attack subsided.
We stared at each other for a minute heavy breathing. I didnât feel shy or embarrassed. I stared back at him feeling my desire increase.Â
I looked at his lips. They looked so inviting. He lowered down and kissed me. I felt a shock, his lips felt so good. We kept going and he moved his head changing the angle. It felt so good and we were getting more breathless. He moved to my neck and bit down. I jumped at the sudden harsh contact.Â
He looked into my eyes again. He squeezed my hips. I noticed finally just how hard he was.Â
âCan I take this off?â He asked hand twisted in my shirt.
âYes.â I said weakly wanting to continue. I sat up and he leaned back and he helped me take it off. He was being careful with me and I appreciated it, but I wanted to feel more. I took my bra off for him. His eyes widened and he moved to kiss and bite my neck again. He sat up again to take his own shirt off and he laid back over me. I kissed at his neck and shoulder and felt his back.
âMy bedâs a lot more comfy.â He stated still licking my neck. His voice dropped a lot lower and it was a huge turn on.
âTake me there please.â I told him. He moved to stand and brought me with him. He picked me up and wound my legs around him. He took us to his room and kept the light off. He laid me down in his unmade bed. Slowly we kept kissing and I had slid my underwear and shorts off. He completely stripped as well and laid down on me.Â
Carefully he ground into me and it felt good. He turned me around to mark and kiss down my back. I arched my back up, his cock slipping and rubbing against my pussy. The slick feeling excited me more because I knew itâd be easy for him to go inside.Â
âDo you like that baby?â He gruffed. The first time he called me that.
âYes Buddha, yesâ I squirmed. I moved my ass back and forth wanting to feel more of him. He laughed a little and pushed me down forcing my chest into the mattress. He slid his strong bicep under my body and hiked me up so my ass was up and inviting. I mewled into the sheets and gripped them tightly. Clenching and unclenching as my body tensed in excitement. He leaned down over me, his strong chest pushing into my back. âWe canât go back after this.â He started.
âI know, please, please God Buddha, now, Now!â i begged him. I needed him to enter me. I need to feel him pushing inside me and pounding into my pussy until I cum all over him. I needed the relief and to feel owned.Â
âYes baby girl. Good girl.â He said kissing my neck. He pushed my ass down a bit spreading my thighs more. And then he dragged his cock up from my clit to the entrance.Â
âOh baby I canât.â He started. I was afraid heâd stop but instead he railed his cock deep into my pussy. The jolt almost caused my legs to give and there was a slight burning sensation. He gripped my hips and forced them to stay in place and not slip anymore. He forced his way completely inside me and I tossed my head and arched my back more. The aggression was intense and a complete difference from the gentle kissing moments before. His hips were rough pounding into me and he brought his hand up and smacked my ass. The loud crack it made echoed and I jerked forward moaning.Â
âOh no you donât.â He said dominately I moaned at the aggression. This is not a side of him I never say but I wasnât complaining. He yanked my body back and fucked me hard. Going as deep as possible.
âGood you feel so good.â He groaned outÂ
âIt feels, oh fuck, it feels so good.â I moaned out to him. He smacked my ass again hard, in the same place. Then he flipped me onto my back and came back down. Forcing my legs open and shoving back inside me again. He gripped my thighs roughly, I could feel his finger nails. I arched up at him and he took the chance to bite my breasts. I squealed at the exciting feeling.Â
âYes, yes harder Buddha.â He railed into me and kissed me his tongue brushing against the roof of my mouth. He gave me three hard thrusts and I felt myself about to cum.
âI-Iâm coming, Iâm gonna cum.â I told him.
âOh yes come all over my cock good girl.â I felt the feeling get stronger and with each thrust he got me closer.Â
And finally I came. I squeezed down hard on his thick cock and I screamed.Â
âOh. Ohhh yes good girl.â He grunted and kept thrusting to work me through it. He ke became more erratic until he pulled out and finished on my stomach. He groaned and then fell next to me.
I was trying to catch my breath.Â
âIâm. Iâm glad you feel the same way.â I forced out. He picked his head up and looked at me. I could barely see his face from the light coming in from the living room.Â
âOf course I do. Iâve wanted to ask you out a couple of times.â His breathing was leveling out.
âI uh, guess weâre past that point then?â I laughed.Â
âWell if this means youâll go out with me?âÂ
I moved closer to him and kissed him.
âIâd love to.â
He got up to get fresh boxers and threw one of his clean shirts my way. I struggled to put it on, my body feeling to heavy to move. He crawled into his bed with me and intertwined our legs.Â
âGoodnight baby girl.â He said kissing my head. I leaned up and kissed his neck.
âGoodnight Buddha.â I felt so much love in my chest. Iâm glad my shitty night ended in the best way possible.
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CONFRONTING WRITING PARTNERS
Confrontation is hard. Chances are, weâve all let something slide far longer than we should have because we were too reluctant to broach the subject with the other person. Chances are, weâve all been burned by our failure to communicate when something was bothering us.
This is a prolific issue in the collaborative writing world. Itâs exacerbated by a few things:
We (roleplayers) are, as a species, typically non-confrontational introverts.
Ghosting happens more often than it doesnât for many of us, and itâs easy to let the fear of being ghosted over a minor critique silence us.
We can feel desperate to make a story weâve been chomping at the bit for work.
RP partners can be an enigma compared with family, friends, and coworkers.
Hereâs the thing, dear roleplayer: bad RP is worse than no RP. If something is bothering you, itâs so much better to clear the air, communicate, and yes, potentially âscare offâ that writing partner, than to suffer through it for the sake of keeping up the plot. This is particularly true where boundary-crossing is involved; once a boundary is allowed to be tread upon, itâs soon to be stomped into oblivion.
That said, not everything is worth bringing up! You should make sure to âpick your battles.â Nitpicking or sitting a writing partner down about every tiny detail that bugs you is just going to make them feel disparaged. This is especially true if you end up nitpicking more often than you praise their writing. Before you bring something up, ask yourself how much of an impact it really has, and whether or not itâs a one off thing (your character didnât have enough spotlight in this scene) or a pattern (their character always has the spotlight).
Itâs also helpful to make sure youâre framing it properly in your own thoughts: does this have to be a confrontation, or can it be a conversation?
Confrontation:
Peggy, your OC always gets the spotlight in every scene and itâs starting to wear me down.
Conversation:
Hey, Iâd like to do a scene thatâs pretty focused on part of my OCâs backstory. Do you have a minute to chat about the premise and give me your thoughts?
Confrontation:
Your writing has gotten really lazy lately and itâs making me feel demotivated.
Conversation:
I notice your writing style has changed recently. Is everything okay?
Generally, a confrontation is what happens after a conversation if the behavior persists.
This means when somethingâs bothering you, you donât have to jump straight to the cold-sweat inducing idea of, âOh, no. Peggy just controlled my characterâs thoughts, and now I have to confront her.â If itâs the first time sheâs done it, you can just say, âOh! I actually donât feel my character would think that way. Going forward, can we just dictate our own characterâs thoughts?â
If she does it again later, you have a nice springboard: âHey, youâre controlling my characterâs thoughts in your post again. Could you edit that real quick?â
Communicating early on tends to make things less stressful, less scary, and ensures you donât blindside someone who is oblivious to your upset.
Last thing: letâs say they do ghost or bail on the RP because you brought up something you didnât like. While itâs easy to kick yourself and think things like, âI shouldâve just ignored it; it wasnât that big of a deal. It wasnât worth losing an RP over,â think of it this way: That was a test. If someone canât handle a little critique or being asked to do something differently, there is no way they can be a good RP partner. They might seem great as long as things are running smoothly, but good partners are capable of collaborating.
A person can be a wonderful writer while absolutely sucking at RP. They can be wildly creative, kind, funny, etc., and still not be a good collaborative writing partner.
This is a social hobby, and working together effectively comes second only to both parties having a good time. Because itâs just that: a hobby. If either of you isnât having a good time, itâs 100% not worth it. For an RP to be any good at all, both writers should be enjoying themselves.
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Angels of Digitalism Part 4
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The rock star au I promised!!
Soap hadnât felt this nervous since⊠highschool? Maybe? Roach had such a bright and sweet smile. After a bit of back and forth, Soap decided to let Roach drive him to the restaurant since he had no clue where it was. He didnât speed nearly as much as he anticipated
Because Roach was trying to not scare Soap away. He was worried if he sped too much it might spook him. Roach waved at the radio and Soap got the message, immediately playing with the channels until he found a soft rock channel that he liked.Â
Then, Soap started talking.Â
Maybe Roach was just used to Ghost, where even if he was mute, he was still the more talkative. His other friends, Alex, Rudy and AlĂ©, were cool and he loved talking to them, but they never rambled to him either. They politely waited for him to respond and always took his input in to consideration. He loved that about them.Â
But something about Soapâs way of talking was just soothing. Roach had never thought he was one for accents, but something about Soapâs voice was so nice. He loved it.Â
So he noticed the moment Soap stopped talking. Roach glanced over to see that Soap had turned red.Â
âJust hit me you canât exactly respond⊠With your hands on the wheel and all⊠Sorry for rambling.âÂ
Roach made a face that Soap clearly took as a scolding. He withered even more under his gaze.Â
Who hurt this guy? For fuckâs sake.
Roach grabbed Soapâs hand and kissed his knuckles gently. It was really chaste, more of a way of making Soap understand it was fine. He then motioned for him to continue talking.Â
Soap slowly started to talk again, glancing over at Roach to see if he suddenly would look uncomfortable or change his mind. When it was clear he wouldnât, he stopped checking.Â
Roach parked the car and opened the door, immediately shivering. Before he could grab one of the extra jackets he kept in the back seat, Soap had put his jacket around him. He went to explain but felt himself trail off.Â
Soap had a muscle tee on. A proper, guns out muscle t-shirt. He had a few tattoos and he was so fit.Â
Roachâs mouth watered. He loved a muscular man.Â
Soap followed him, apparently immune to the cold. His jacket smelled like the cologne and body wash that he wore. It smelled really, really nice. They walked in together and Roach sat at his usual table.Â
The place was⊠honestly a big dinghy. Nothing special. Only a step up from an applebees on the fact that it wasnât a chain. Dim lighting that was perfect for Ghost when he took his mask off.Â
Roach dug his nails into his thighs and tried to not think of his super hot friend that he had serious tension with and instead focus on the super hot coworker he could have some serious tension with.Â
Soap was gorgeous. Soft around the edges in all the right places. And he was so nice.Â
Roach listened to Soap as he talked about the progress he made with the art. He showed Roach the plans and explained how he wanted to approach it next.Â
After a few minutes, Roach gently reached up and covered his mouth. He then typed out âno more work talk on our date, yeah?â and sent it to Soap.Â
Soap choked on his drink. âThis is a date??â
Roach paused and shrank down immediately. Oh no⊠Oh this was badâŠÂ
âIâm on a date with you.â Soap repeated, blushing so bright. He smiled again. âOkay! Thatâs⊠yeah!â He sounded so excited that Roach relaxed a bit. âSorry, I misunderstood but I definitely, definitely want to be on a date with you.âÂ
Roach smiled at him, though he still felt anxious.Â
Soap hummed. âWhat do you want?â
Roach pointed to the items on the menu and when the waitress came, before he could even prep himself to go through the ordeal of ordering, Soap ordered for both of them. Yes, his friends always ordered for him when they were out, but he wasnât expecting Soap to do so without him even asking.Â
It felt nice. Soap smiled at him and Roach kept his phone out so they could talk more.Â
âWhat got you into music?â
Roach started to type out the same answer he gave everyone before pausing, hesitating. The answer was that he always felt a passion for music and when he met Ghost, they seemed to fall into a band together. That Roach had always been the singer and he always had his voice. The story was cute, had merit, no way to be proven wrong and was so untrue it no longer felt funny.Â
In reality, Roach never really cared about music. He listened to it, sure, but it was never an interest. And then he joined the band to be close to Simon and Tommy. Tommy left. Then everything happened.Â
Roach lost his voice and had to make a vocaloid.
Ghost started wearing a mask everywhere.Â
Suddenly they were successful. People loved them. It was odd after so long of having twenty consistent listeners on spotify.
âYou donât have to answer.â
Roach looked at him and shook his head before typing out something a little closer to the truth. âSimon did. He was the guitarist and I was the drummer.â
Soap smiled at him. âCool. Iâm guessing you guys have been playing for a long time yeah?â
âYears. Since high school.â
Soap got a mischievous look on his face. âOh? How embarrassing are they?â
Roach laughed, softening a little. âPretty bad. Iâll show you mine if youâll show me yours.â
âCan do.â Soap smiled. âIâll get them for you. Iâm sure I even have some of my old sketches.â
Roach latched on to that. âAnything embarrassing there?â
âCouple of horribly pretentious drawings but thatâs about it. Been doing art a long time.âÂ
âLooks so effortless when you do it. Mustâve taken you forever to get that skill.â
Soap laughed. âOh yeah. Way too long in my opinion.â
The food came and Roach observed Soap. He ate like he was starving, finishing his food in about half the time it took Roach to finish his. Roach kept sliding bits of his own food over but Soap kept refusing, even though he looked like heâd pounce on it like a hungry cat.Â
Roach imagined Soapâs eyes expanding like a cats until it covered his iris and it made him giggle a little. Just the absurdity of it. Maybe some cat ears.Â
Why is that attractive?Â
Bad train of thoughts.Â
Roach did eventually push the rest of his plate over. âIâm done. Donât want to deal with a to-go box.â He watched Soap wolf down the rest of the food, somehow still finding time in between bites to speak. Roach could appreciate his tenacity.Â
Soap hummed and got out his card to pay. He quickly pushed Soapâs hand to his chest and shook his head, taking out the card.Â
âYou guys have this giant running bit that you guys are poor?? Iâm not going to make you pay for my food if youâre broke.âÂ
Roach shook his head. While it was true they had the reputation, itâs because they spent the majority of what they made on their shows. Also, they werenât always popular. RIght now, he definitely had money to spend and he wanted to spend it on Soap.Â
âOn me.â He slid the card to the table and grabbed Soapâs hands, pretending to trace the lines on his palm when really he was just making sure the cheeky asshole wasnât going to try to put his card there.Â
Soap watched him, tensing a little. He looked weirdly excited.Â
Roach grabbed his hand and put it to his cheek, leaning in.
With any luck, heâd be over Ghost and under Soap in no time.
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