#detroit denim

[sissybeary]

I seen Carrie Underwood in concert last night

[reignpage]

Basketball Captain!Toji

Detroit Pistons: reaching for the ball

Warnings: 18+ minors and ageless blogs dni, bts of a modern au!smau (part 2 of Toji's series), can be read as a standalone but makes most sense with the context, cursing, mentions of blood and violence, general stupidity at a party, just one long foreplay really, not proofread

You really shouldn’t be here. 

Not a party full stop, not trying to enact petty revenge against your shitty ex, and certainly not with Toji Fushiguro, captain of the basketball team, and resident fuckboy. 

He’s taken you by surprise at every given turn. You hadn’t expected him to ask for your number from his friend, you hadn’t expected him to reach out just to complain about his placement on the List of the hottest men on campus, and especially did not expect him to let you into the gym just because it was raining, though he did shrug off your incredulous look with a nonchalantly delivered jab. 

“Y’ were ruining my view with y’r ugly crying face.”

And somehow, you had let him convince you to use him to make your ex jealous, to show him what he was missing out on. 

Now you, the girl who never drank, never wore short skirts, never stayed out too late, followed every rule to the letter, is now sitting firmly on Toji’s lap, slotting in perfectly like a puzzle piece, at a frat party. 

It’s like you’ve somehow ended up in an alternate universe or woke up in someone else’s body. Maybe you’re in a dream. Except the searing brand of a heavy hand on your bare thigh is disproving any of those theories. 

“You enjoying yourself?” His voice is low and gruff, you feel it vibrate against your body, lulling you into a sense of comfort. The rough denim of his jeans is warming your skin, his solid chest keeps you grounded, and his thick arms have you all wrapped up, balanced securely and protected from the night air.

You nod, head buried in the crook of his neck. Once in a while you inhale his musky aftershave, relishing in that freshly showered scent he always had. “My sources say Gojo throws a party at least once a week.”

“Guy likes to party,” is all he says.

There have been flashes of his white hair around the large house, disappearing among the crowds and into different rooms. He had greeted you when you first walked into the garden to make your way to Toji with a beer in hand like your partner in crime had instructed you. 

Gojo was nice, very friendly, a little loud, but you knew that already. As the writer for the gossip column, you know every thing there was to know about everyone worth knowing. Which is ironic since you’re nobody and you knew none of these people personally. But the frat president knew you. He had greeted you like you were long time friends and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Hey, look who it is! My favourite person in the world.” He slung an arm over your shoulders and cheered with everyone else, seemingly oblivious to the heat rising on your face. “Thanks again for putting me top of the List. Nice to know people have taste.”

And then Toji was grumbling and wrestling you out of the rowdy guy’s grip to a quieter part of the house. He told you to explore the place, get familiar, freshen up your makeup ‘or whatever else chicks need’, and to text him if you find your ex first. 

Now, here you are, making yourself comfortable on his thighs, goosebumps rising along your skin at the feel of his long fingers creeping up your leg and just teasing the hem of your ridiculously short skirt. 

Some people would come over, once in a while, to talk to Toji. They’d say hi to you but they were mostly interested in knowing how the captain feels about the upcoming games. A few girls would stumble over, giggling and twirling their hair but they leave pretty quickly once they see Toji’s eyes fixated on you. 

You have got to give him credit; he’s totally committed to the bit.

Perhaps a little too committed with how he’d frequently whisper right in your ear, warm breath trickling your neck. 

“You look damn good tonight, ma.”

The way he says it, the low groan that he teases you with, makes you press your thighs together. It’s a completely inappropriate reaction; you really should not be feeling tingly from his flirtations. He doesn’t mean them. Toji is just playing the part, trying to goad your ex into a fight so he can ‘ruin the vibe’ at Gojo’s party. 

Because, for whatever reason, Toji had beef with the man that seemed completely one-sided, if the hug the frat president tried to throw to the basketball captain was anything to go by. 

You stutter out a ‘thanks’ and ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. 

Toji huffs a laugh, tightening his hold on you before he leans back in the patio chair, taking you with him so you’re resting on him. Your skirt’s definitely ridden up your ass by now, but his large hand wraps around the flesh there like second nature. 

Despite the chill in the garden, you’re content in his arms. The man runs hot.

It’s easy to get lost in his body; the man is built like a Greek god, all muscle and strength, carved straight from marble. And it’s precisely because he’s so firm and hard beneath you, that you forget your ex is just a couple metres away, leaning against a brick wall with a red cup in hand, glaring at you two. 

“Dunno why Gojo let that guy into the frat when he’s so fucking ugly,” Toji grumbles. 

You laugh. 

Once upon a time, you thought you were lucky to be with him. That he was the catch and you were punching up; he certainly made you feel that way. Always reminding you that he could have any girl on campus, that the barista at your local coffee shop had given him her number with a smiley face, and that as a member of one of the most influential fraternities in the country, he could have any job he wanted. 

But as you throw a glance at him, you realise all of that was false bravado. A Napoleon Complex, most likely. 

And not once, since Toji picked you up, have you felt less than. He compliments you so frequently, so spontaneously, and so earnestly you can’t help but believe him. 

“Why do you hate Gojo, by the way?”

The captain glances down at you, a slow smirk emerging on his face and you gulp at the sight of that scar stretching. You want to know more about it, simply because you’re a journalist, it’s in your nature to be inquisitive, and definitely not because you want to trace the skin there whilst feeling his voice rumble through his body and into yours. 

With a shrug, he lifts his beer to his lips, and admits, “Don’t really hate the guy. Just wanna knock him down a peg or two.”

“I stalked Gojo for about two weeks just for a statement one time, y’know.” You stare at the people hooting and hollering over a table of beer pong, watching their jumping bodies, so light, so free like there isn’t a whole world of problems beyond the frat house’s territory. “When I finally cornered him after his lecture, he laughed and said I didn’t have to do all of that. I could have just texted him.”

Toji huffs an amused laugh. “That’s what’s annoying ‘bout the guy. He’s nice. Real fucking nice. But — and this is off the record, doll — guy’s got problems. And yet he’s always smiling. Just pisses me off, sometimes.”

And to that you just nod. You get it. There are some people out there who just seem to have it all, and you resent them for it, but they never hold it against you, and you resent them even more. 

“How did you become friends with him anyways?”

“Just kinda happened.”

If you have to hazard a guess, you’d probably say it happened through the fact that they all run in the same circle. Big personalities like him and Gojo and Sukuna, are hard to miss. They’re the kind of people want to be around. Everyone knows Sukuna and Toji have been roommates since first year, allocated on a random basis at first, and they hit it off instantly, opting to room together since then. 

With a sweep of the backyard, you enquire, “Where is Sukuna?”

“Somewhere, I’m sure. Guy doesn’t really like parties, actually.”

You gasp. “But my sources say he attends most of them.”

Toji places the bottle in your lap and you cradle it like it’s a treasure. He runs a hand through his hair and leans his head back with his eyes closed like he’s soaking up the moon’s rays. Earlier, you had told him you felt bad you were holding him back from enjoying his night, but he just patted your ass and said ‘it’s good to slow down, sometimes.’

“He does, but I think guy just likes to know all the drama. Likes to cause them too, the prick.”

You poke his chest. “Sounds like someone I know.”

He peeks at you with one eye, small grin on his lips.

“We’re a match made in heaven, doll.”

The conversation fades and you just rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart and desperately trying to ignore the shiver that threatens to wrack up your spine with the graze of his thumb against that sliver of skin between your skirt and top. 

Toji’s holding you like he’s been holding you since the dawn of time. There’s no awkwardness, no uncomfortable shuffles to accommodate your weight, and he doesn’t even look the least bit bothered that sometimes people will point and whisper at the star basketball player and some nobody cuddling up in the corner on a swinging bench. 

You sense movement in the corner of your eye and spot a girl cozying up to your ex. He looks at you with a smug face. 

“How did you know my ex would care?”

You stifle a gasp from the sudden clench of his hand over your waist. It was forceful but gentle, invoking flashing images of him towering over you, wrangling you into position. He could easily bend you over and take what he wanted. Toji is big and muscular, yes, but he’s also an athlete. There’s no doubt in your mind that he has the stamina and endurance to go all night and not break a sweat. 

Shaking your head slightly, you bring the beer to your lips absentmindedly, taking a swig that leaves you blanching. How anyone could drink this, you’d never know. 

“No guy wouldn’t care that his ex moved on pretty quickly. Plus, insecure little shits like him need to think that they got the better end of the deal. He needs to know you’re all sad and stupid over him so he feels important.”

Wise words. 

It surprises you slightly. 

Of course, most students at Eden are smart — being one of the top universities in the world means having high standards. But no one would ever go to a frat-party attending jock for advice, much less dating advice, and expect insightful revelations. You feel guilty for underestimating Toji. He’s actually pretty smart. 

“Look, he’s got a girl on his arm and yet he keeps looking at you.”

It’s true. 

You can feel his leery gaze sweeping up and down your body, and it makes you want to throw up. So you shuffle closer to Toji, impossibly closer, and he lets you. 

“You look hot, doll. Just gotta own it, yeah?” His breath fans over you and it sets your skin ablaze. One hand rubs at your thigh, relishing in the soft, smooth skin and the other is gripping your hip. And beneath you, there’s something you’ve been giving your best shot constantly to pretend isn’t there. 

Toji Fushiguro is hard. 

And big, by the feel of it. 

You already knew that, of course. You get lots of anonymous tips through your ‘Insider’s Line’, as you like to call it, voicing in exhilarated pants about recent escapades. It’s a hotline anyone could call. You’re the only person who has access to the voicemails that get left behind. And it’s never usually a tedious process to sift through the prank calls and the boring confessions to get to the juicy details about the ongoings on campus. 

Many of those voicemails are to do with Toji. Whether that was about how he ‘so hot’ they could just ‘die or, like, combust’ or variations of ‘oh my god, that dick is fire, for real.’

You are not a prude. 

You have too much exposure to much more graphic descriptions of people’s adventures to be shy about sex, not to mention, you’re an adult. A virgin, but still an adult with friends who are not shy about their sex lives, to put it mildly. In fact, you’ve got a certain art student friend who loves to rant all the ways she’d like a certain vandal to ‘paint’ her with his ‘artistic essence.’

Whatever that means. 

And yet, despite all your pieces on the wildest, most inappropriate topics like ‘the hottest sex position right now’ and ‘is six inches really enough?’, you find yourself blushing at the realisation that the captain of the basketball team is sporting a boner that he doesn’t care to hide. 

You clear your throat and with a whisper, you say, “I hope I’m not making you…uncomfortable.”

You wince at the awkward wording. What are you? A child?

Toji grunts. 

“You referring to my boner, ma?” When you nod embarrassed, he taps your thigh with two fingers. “It’s your fault so you gonna lend a hand or what?”

If he was anyone else, literally anyone else, you’d be outraged. No man should talk to a lady like that and insinuate that they have a responsibility over someone else’s bodily reactions. It’s backwards and uncouth!

But…

Toji Fushiguro is not anyone else. 

You know he’s joking; he doesn’t seem to have any qualms in making stupid jokes with you because he knows you write filthier things. He’s tested your boundary many times in the past couple days and you’ve grown accustomed to his humour. 

And even if he isn’t joking, you have no problems with taking the opportunity. 

You shouldn’t.

You just got broken up with the other day and it’s unwise to get personally involved with a person you write so frequently about. Bias must not be tolerated is your mantra. 

Yet, your thighs are pressed tightly together, your nipples are poking through your top and you know he can see them, and if you were to slide a hand between your legs, you’d likely find wetness that is unbecoming of a lady. 

Wait. 

Among hundreds of voicemails, didn’t you receive one about how a guys likes girls sitting on his lap so he could feel their pussy?

Can Toji feel your pussy clenching, moistening and fluttering on his thigh?

You tilt your head up with a panic and you’re aghast. He’s already looking down at you with a challenging raise of his brow and a smirk playing on his lip. He knows what you’re thinking and he sees the question in your eyes. 

Toji flexes his thigh in an answer, pressing it harder against you, and the friction is delectable. It leaves you reeling, hand clutching his chest for stability. His arms tighten around you, and he’s sitting up, no longer lazily lounging, but now drawing closer, muscles tense despite his calm expression. Green eyes flicker up and down your face, settling on your lips with a hunger you surely match. You’re entranced. He smells clean and fresh with a hint of something burnt, a maturity you want to explore. His scent is filling your head, washing away the smell of cheap liquor and weed. 

Then, a foghorn like whoop pierces the mist. 

Some guy had climbed the balcony and is threatening to jump into the empty pool. Everyone crowds around, laughing and cheering. 

The moment is lost between you and your new friend, but he doesn’t let you up. In fact, he isn’t even looking at the idiot — not like you are, thinking about piece you could write about party culture — but rather at his stupid roommate, who stands on the other balcony, leaning against the railing as he looks on at everyone in disgust. 

Perhaps it’s the sheer fact that they’ve been friends for a while, and so he knows Sukuna’s inclination for inciting violence and general nonsensical behaviour for his own sick satisfaction, that makes Toji so damn sure this is his doing. Or maybe it’s the fact that he knows his roommate has developed a fascination with pushing a certain someone’s buttons. 

And when his phone pings and he receives a text from his pink-haired teammate, he knows it’s both. 

If the fucker stains Gojo’s pool with his blood, you think he’ll complain to the Prez?

Toji doesn’t bother answering, he just pockets his phone again with a tsk. He’s totally gonna hide the guy’s car keys in retaliation later for ruining his moment. He was so close to getting a taste of a certain gossip columnist and the opportunity was gone and excusing herself to go inside for a blanket. 

When she disappears from sight, weaving through the crowd still egging the loser on, the captain groans into the sky, squeezing his throbbing cock to adjust it. It’s gonna be a long night, he thinks, but then smiles to himself when he notices your dumbass ex still glaring with as much hate as the little guy can muster, and he knows he saw the whole thing. 

Now, all he can think about is you returning as quickly as possible so he can pick up where he left off. He’s gonna push all three of you as far as possible tonight: the ex will know he’ll never be man enough for a woman like you and that’s why he couldn’t get you wet; you’ll learn to let go, trust the pleasure and embrace it; and Toji?

Well, Toji’s gonna learn that the quietest girls are usually the ones with the most to say. 

[fashionstyledetroit]

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[Image ID: Two digital drawings of Hatsune Miku in front of a white background with a light blue squiggle on it. The Miku on the left is wearing winter clothes consisting of a pink scarf, a large cyan puffer coat, black thermal leggings and cyan and brown winter boots with fur lining matching the fur lining in her jacket. Her shoes have anti-skid studs attached. Her scarf is pulled up above her nose, and her eyelashes are white with frost. She has black over the ear headphones with "01" written on them in pink. Her hat is cyan with the text "01 Miku 01" written in pink near the rim. Where her ponytails would normally be she has two cartoonishly long tassels instead. Her left arm has a slap-on reflector strip on it. The other Miku is dressed in summer clothes with a pink moomin shirt, blue denim shorts with a sheathed puukko-knife on one of the belt loops, white and black Marimekko Unikko rubber boots and pink pom-poms on her hairties. Her knees are bruised and scraped, and she is covered in mosquito bites. She is holding a large red Tokmanni-brand bucket filled with bilberries to the point that some are falling out, and has to lean backwards because of the weight, her arm visibly shaking. In her other hand she has a packet of Salmiakki, which she is offering to the viewer with a speech bubble that reads "Ei sul salmiakki kelpais?" (Roughly: You wouldn't care for any salmiac?") Her bucket has the text "free bucket" next to it, with an arrow pointing at the bucket. The artist's signature, Silverior968 is written in the background in white. / End ID]

[lilaccadenza]

SILVER LINING ;; COMPLETE

Words (overall): 114,390 (COMPLETE!!!!!) Words (this chapter): 4,528 Pairing(s): Markus/Connor Rating: Mature Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (AU) Character POV: Connor Warning(s): none! Link: to AO3!

CHAPTER PREVIEW

When he turns, he's completely unsurprised to see Markus standing in the doorway, holding a large, manila envelope in his hand.   What is surprising is the look of complete and utter joy on Markus' face.  Markus wears a smile so bright that he could easily light the entire house himself.  Suddenly, Connor is glad he's sitting, because if he wasn't there's a good chance his knees would've given out underneath him. Markus is as gorgeous as ever, in a medium-green button-neck t-shirt, with two of the four buttons popped open.  His black distressed denim pants show off the muscles in his thighs.  Connor noticed earlier how great his ass looked, only to get an elbow in the ribs and a wry, teasing smirk from Josh. That perfect smile is enough to make Connor's chest flutter.

[missr3n3]

Augusnippets Day 31

snowed in/secret alien/twitter arguments

prompt generator used fandoms: all of them CW: surprising amount of major character death, minimal proofreading word count: 850 (i'm so sorry) @augusnippets

On a cold night in Hoelbrak, Hazel accompanied Willow’s quest to find more stray cats, because the ten that already roamed the Grove were obviously not enough. During their journey, they found a cave beneath a waterfall. Venturing into the cave, they found two humans, one scared shitless, and the other taking a nap.

The awake human introduced herself as Sophie, and her unconscious companion as Ben. They somehow ended up in the alcove after something called a “cruise ship" crashed into it. As Hazel asked Sophie a million questions about what a cruise ship was and how it worked, Willow left to continue her search for a cat. She found what she was looking for out in the forest: a small, gray tabby.  But when Willow attempted to coax the “cat" her way, a wormhole opened up and the cat jumped through.

The “cat" was not a cat at all, but an ageless interdimensional being. He grew tired of roaming Tyria and sought a different land to explore: one he visited before. He crept from under his minion, Peter's, bed.

“There you are!” The man with a missing eye cooed as he spotted the furry critter. “I've been looking all over for you, Mittens!”

Mittens quickly gathered why Peter was eager to find him, and why Sarah was staying with her former abuser. She originally intended to simply visit him, see how he was recovering from the Easter Incident. Then a huge blizzard hit Ohio and they all got stuck inside.

Just great, more cold.

Meanwhile in Detroit, another ill-tempered group was snowed in: not in a rickety farmhouse, but an elaborate mansion.

“Norman was supposed to be back with firewood half an hour ago,” Officer Wong grumbled through chattering teeth.

“Well, you know how traffic around here is on a good day,” Steve countered.

“I knew we should've found a better way to dispose of the bodies,” Isabelle whined. “I don't think Kenny or Manny would burn all that well, but it'd at least be something!”

Just as Manny's name left Isabelle's mouth, five bolts of lightning struck the mansion at once, killing everyone inside and leaving Norman, who was waiting in line at Whole Foods the entire time, homeless.

Many years later, paranormal enthusiasts Aaron, Joshua, and Selena were investigating the burnt remnants of the Murder Mansion. They needed to do something to unwind – especially Selena, who had to singlehandedly kick Azrael and Melani's monster asses.

As Aaron entered the remains of what he guessed was the living room, a loud crackling boom echoed right behind him

Oh God, what’s Selena doing this time!?

To Aaron's surprise, Selena was not fighting more monsters behind him. He'd never seen the two people standing behind him in his life. One was an older man with reddish-brown hair and scars around his eye. The other was a microscopic little guy dressed in black denim with bandaged hands.

“Well shit, this isn't the void,” Mark noted.

“See, I told you that wouldn't work,” he chided the kinda sorta saint.

With another boom, the two soft grunge boys vanished.

A few months later, Cain was down a Wikipedia rabbit hole. He was researching the case of the Vanishing Duo while he had Llywelyn's laptop precariously perched on the side of the bathtub.

Just as he was about to see if anyone else was talking about the case on MySpace. Llywelyn was thrown through the bathroom window by the Fisherman, who was still salty about him taunting the dumbness of trying to waterboard a fish. Jumping from sheer shock, Cain dropped the laptop into the bathtub, which started an electrical fire that blew up the whole house.

Years later, YouTuber Elijah Hardy made a video about the Exploding Fish Boy Incident, which got him cancelled on Twitter for the fifth time in a row. His sixth cancellation, however, was the one that finally stuck. It was cause by him making his first True Crime Video – covering the case of Roderick, Kevin, Sam, Jeremy, and Rachel mere hours after it went down. The Red Dragon Productions crew – Leah, Joshua, and Isaac – also got cancelled for defending Elijah. They didn't know about the plot of “pull your hands away!” by missr3n3 yet. Madeline also got cancelled for defending RDP.

This feud drew Cairyx's attention to Twitter. He figured out he could get into people's houses through their Twitter accounts, told all of his electric spider alien buddies about this, and they all banded together to murder every Twitter user.

This basically caused an apocalypse, with only a few people who didn't have Twitter accounts surviving. One was Jessie Simmons, who never made a social media profile beyond her Facebook. This same strategy is what saved Ida and Proto. Arthur was too young to be allowed on the internet unsupervised. Wes exclusively used Pinterest. Brandon's abusive parents wouldn't let him go on the internet period, lest he figure out they were also involved in the Peace Cult. And the incredibly lucky Dr. North deleted her account a week before the world ended.

[gretavangroupie]

Struck (Chapter 1)

Word count: 6.1k+

Pairing: Daniel x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking.

Struck Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

You tap your fingers on the steering wheel, only 25 miles until your exit. You have been counting down for a month for this trip and now all that stands between you is the three hour drive to Dayton. Three hours feels like 10 when you make the trip alone, your friends not being able to make the show with you this time. You kind of like the idea of being alone at this festival. There won't be any arguing over who to see next, there won't be 100 bathroom breaks and no one talking to you through your favorite songs. 

As you make the trek from the festival gates over to stage 3, you walk right up to the barricade. Only 6 feet separate you and the stage. You pull your book out of your backpack and sit anxiously waiting for the time to pass.  As the crowd starts to fill in around you a while later, you check your watch. Only ten minutes until the show starts. 

The last time you saw Greta perform was about a month ago when they were playing two days in Detroit. It was your third show of theirs and you have been counting down to today since the minute it ended. Your favorite band, outside in the sunshine, with alcohol? What more could you ask for?

However, would you still be here at this festival if they weren’t playing? Probably not. Is it a coincidence that your other favorite band plays the time slot after them across the field? Maybe so. Will you give up a chance to see Jacob Kiszka in the flesh, yet again? Not a chance. You hate to play favorites when they are all so talented, but the fact of the matter is you’re a Jake girl and you have on the shirt to prove it. Paired with your denim cutoffs and high top vans, you are ready for the hot, summer day. You zip your book back into your backpack and stand up, turning to face the stage.

You aren’t sure if it's the heat of the day, the lack of water, or just the excitement of the festival, but your heart is racing with anxious energy. 

The crew members finish up on stage and you look down at your watch for what must be the tenth time, only 5 minutes until they are slated to start. The crowd has grown massive behind you, telling of how large of a following they have amassed in such a short amount of time. You can see commotion on the side of the stage and you think your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Suddenly you see them walk up the little stairs and onto the stage. A huge smile is plastered across your face as they each walk to their respective sides of the stage. 

You are exactly where you wanted to be, dead center with a perfect view of all of the guys but especially Jake. After a minute or two of Josh talking, the band begins to play, starting off with Highway Tune. An obvious crowd favorite. You are so lost in the feeling of finally hearing them and seeing them play again that time passes too quickly. The songs keep coming and going before you even have a chance to really enjoy them. You sing every single word and have caught a couple of looks from Josh, a smile crossing your lips each time. About half way through When The Curtain Falls, you notice Jake looking at you, and you feel like you might pass out. He continues his solo as he makes the most gorgeous faces.

Trying to pull yourself together you turn your attention to Josh, then Sam, then Danny. You can’t help but let your gaze wander back to Jake though, and sure enough he is looking at you again. You continue to sing along and enjoy the moments you have left. 

Before you know it they are playing the last song of their set and you’re sad it’s already over. You know you’ll see them again in just a few months in Ypsilanti,  but it just always feels like time moves differently when you are at their shows. Too fast. Jake smiles at you as they leave the stage and your heart swells. You don’t know how anyone could love any of the other guys more than him. You are reeling from their set but you know that you will have to absolutely book it to make it to The Strokes set across the field. You look down at your watch. 

Shit, I have 8 minutes to get there.

Pushing your way through the crowd you break free and sprint to the field across the way, completely ignoring your bladder who is yelling at you for relief. The pit is completely full, and you are lucky to be able to even see the stage at all from where you’re standing. You don’t care though, as long as you get to hear them play you’ll be happy. 

You are standing with your hands on your hips, trying to catch your breath as the set starts. The crowd is completely freaking out, the screams deafening. Thankfully the sun is starting to dip lower into the sky behind the stage making it easier to see, and the air a bit less stifling. 

A few more people stagger in behind you and try to push their way closer to the stage and you realize that you would rather stand back a little further than be crushed in the middle. They start to play one of your favorite songs and you smile and sing along. You are enjoying the set from the back, it's actually pretty fun without people pushing on you constantly.

While you are dancing alone, someone jogs up behind you. 

“You can go past me if you want to get closer.” You say, gesturing ahead of you as you turn around to talk to them. 

What you didn’t expect to see was Daniel Wagner standing behind you. He has changed clothes, has his is hair tied up and he is wearing sunglasses now. He is out of breath from running and wipes the sweat from his neck. 

“Oh, I’m good here, not big into crowds.” He laughs politely, still breathing hard. 

You can’t help but blush, you’re talking to the drummer of your favorite band. You smile and nod, turning back around not wanting to bother him, when he is just trying to blend in. 

A tap on your shoulder makes your blood run cold. 

Surely he is not going to talk to me again?

You swallow and slowly turn around again and you see him tip his sunglasses down as he speaks. “Did I just see you on the barricade a few minutes ago?” He asks with a smirk.

Oh god. He recognizes me.

“Um, yeah, I was there… right in the middle…” you squeak out with a smile.

“I thought so… I see you have good taste. Us, The Strokes…” he laughs pushing his sunglasses back up, placing his hands in the pockets of his shorts. 

“Two of my favorites….” You reply, stepping to the side to let someone pass. 

He looks over to you and laughs. “Favorite, huh? What’s your favorite song?” 

“Who, you guys or The Strokes?” You ask.

“Mmm… both.” He replies as his fingers run over his chin.

“I feel like this is a loaded question and you can’t judge me… I think, for you guys, probably Edge of Darkness. For the Strokes probably….What Ever Happened.” You reply nervously.

“Wow, both great choices…” he looks at your shirt and chuckles. “…Jake girl.”

You look down and immediately cross your arms across your chest.

“You know, when I put this on this morning, I was fairly positive that I would never have to explain it to anyone, let alone someone from the band who is not Jake.” You say laughing nervously.

“Oh he would love this. In fact…” he reaches for the pocket of his shirt, and feels for his phone, then his back pockets before realizing it’s not there. “Shit, I must have left it. It’s your lucky day Jake girl.” He smirks.

“I have never been more thankful in my life…” You reply.

“So Jake girl, you’ve met him right?” He asks.

“Actually no, I have only been to 3 or 4 shows of yours over the past year or two, and I haven’t met any of you, well until now.” You reply.

“Oh, well I am obviously the best one to meet first. I’m definitely the coolest out of all of us, with the best taste in music.” He jokes.

“Clearly….” You say gesturing to the stage.

“Did you run straight here after your set?” you ask.

He laughs, “I changed first, but yes. I couldn’t miss it.” 

You nod your head with a smile, and turn back to watch.

“So who else do you listen to?” he asks.

“Honestly, I mostly listen to 60’s-70’s music, a little classic rock, some folk music… you know, Crosby, Stills, Cream, Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac… you know the classics.” you smile nervously.

“You just continue to surprise me.” he smirks. “It’s nice to know what kind of music our fans listen to aside from us…..” he replies.

“Oh, it’s your song!” he says excitedly.

Sure enough, ‘What Ever Happened’ begins to play and you can't help but smile, finally hearing it live.

“Hand me your phone.” He says.

You turn your head to him, “What?” You ask.

“Just let me see it, hurry.” He says. So you pull it out of your bag and hand it to him praying he doesnt see your phone background.

He does, and a chuckle leaves his chest.

“Sing, Jake Girl…” he says, holding up the phone taking a video spinning around in a circle taking in the full view, before turning it onto himself and stepping next to you, getting closer than you ever thought he would and recording you enjoying one of your favorite songs. 

He stops the video after a minute or two, and takes a picture instead. He fumbles around with it for another minute or two before handing it back to you.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” You say.

“I know, but you just look so happy, I want you to be able to watch it again later.” He says smiling. 

“That's sweet of you. Maybe I could be a Danny girl after all. Don’t tell Jake.” You wink.

“Our secret.” He shrugs his shoulders and licks his lower lip.

Why was that so… hot?

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Danny attractive but you have focused so much of your time on Jake that you never really looked at Danny that way, but now you’re here and he’s here and he is so… charming. 

You and Danny continue to talk off and on for the rest of the set, talking about seeing them in Ypsilanti, and where they would be going for the rest of the tour, their breaks, music and even books. He turns to you quickly, and bites his lips, you can see he wants to ask you a question.

“I… don’t have my phone with me.” He says.

“I know that…” you reply confused.

“Do you think I could borrow yours to make a phone call?” He asks.

“Sure?” You reply, handing it to him.

He grabs it from your hands, his fingertips grazing the tops of your fingers sending a shiver down your spine and causing a nervous feeling in your stomach.

“I’ll just be a second.” He says and you nod.

“Hey, I’m shocked you answered…. Yeah I’m still at The Strokes… I know I said I would only stay for a few minutes….Where are you guys at?.... Okay, I will head over there soon….”

He turns back to you, still talking on the phone. “Are you still with Josh and Sam, or did you wander?”

Your eyes grow big and you place your hand on his shoulder, and mouth ‘No!’

He wiggles his eyebrows up and down, “Perfect, I’m bringing someone with me…I know… It will be fine…see you soon.” He says ending the call.

“You ready Jake Girl?” He asks.

“For what?!” you ask.

“To go meet the guys!” he says excitedly.

You are so stunned you can hardly move your arm to take your phone back from him.

“Danny, no…. There is no way… I can’t… in this?” You reply pointing to your shirt. “I will never be able to show my face at a show again!”

“Oh, come on, he will love it I promise. How could he not?” He says.

You are shaking with nerves.

Why is Daniel Wagner talking to you? Even more, why is he taking you to meet the guys? 

Oh my god I might pass out…

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Oh, I am very sure. You are coming with me.” He says putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you both away from the crowd. 

You walk along nervously, “Where are we going?” You ask.

“Apparently they are over behind the stage still, they want to go watch Fleet Foxes together… I told them I was just going to catch a song or two and then I would be back, but…” he trails off giggling. 

“I’m sorry, I feel bad, I shouldn’t have kept talking to you.” You say.

“I was talking to you too, doll.” He says.

Doll? 

The swirling feeling in your stomach has returned as you step up to a back gate next to the stage they performed on. Danny shows his wristband and talks to the security guard. They let him through and let you in after him. He removes his arm from your shoulders and gestures for you to follow him. 

Okay, deep breath, this is it. You’re cool. You’re totally cool and not nervous at all. What you’re not going to do is talk too much. You are gonna be cool and be quiet.

Danny’s hand squeezes your shoulder in a gesture of confidence, he must be able to tell that you are nervous. “We are all normal people. You weren’t nervous to talk to me, right?”

“Well, no, but I didn’t know I was talking to you at first!” You reply.

“That may be true but I promise, there is nothing to be nervous about.” He says patting your shoulder, his hand lingering just a second too long.

As you approach the crew area, you see them. They are all changed into normal clothes, and they are just standing around talking. You swallow hard as you rapidly approach them. You cross your arms over your chest to try and conceal your shirt, but they look at you and they know. 

“Sorry I am late, I got caught up talking to this fine lady. She was on the barricade for our set, then she must have sprinted over to The Strokes. A lady with taste if I do say so myself.” He laughs, breaking the ice.

“Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Sam. I am so sorry that Daniel has dragged you back here against your will.” He jokes with a kind smile.

“I’m Josh.” He says, reaching his hand out to you. You place your hand in his and he wraps both of his hands over yours. “A pleasure.” He smiles.

Oh boy here we go.

“Hey, I’m Jake. But I think you already know that.” He nods his head to your shirt with a smile.

You could just curl up and die right there. Your face blushes bright pink and you can't even manage a response. He is so beautiful in person.

“Hi” is all you manage to squeak out.

“See, I told you, the ladies love Jake…” he says jokingly to the guys.

“Alright alright, don’t embarrass her…” Danny says. 

“No, I am flattered, really. I would be lying if I said I didn’t remember your face from earlier.” He smiles. 

“Are you coming with us to watch Fleet Foxes?” Josh asks.

“I don’t want to intrude, I’m not even really sure why Danny wanted me to come with him!” You laugh.

“Oh you’re coming with…” Danny says, looking at you with a smile. “But first I have to grab my phone. You guys go ahead and we will catch up.” 

They all begin to walk towards the other stages and you turn to Danny.

“I really feel like you should go enjoy this with them. You don’t even know me.” You say, nervously.

“Why can't I enjoy it with them and you? Maybe I want to know you? You seem cool, and obviously have good taste in music.” He says. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

He opens the door to the bus and dashes in and is right back out within seconds. He has a hoodie in his hand that he holds out to you.

“Here, once the sun sets it’s going to get cool.” He says with a soft smile.

You take it from him and fold it over your arm. “Thanks Danny, that's very… thoughtful.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and stares at it as you walk. “Look how happy you were…” He says, showing you the video he took earlier.

“Did you send that to yourself?!” You ask shocked.

“I did. Was fun, I wanted to remember it too.” He smiles. “Okay, we better catch up before we lose them.”

Why did Danny send himself that video? Why does he want to remember it? 

Oh my god, you have Danny’s phone number?

Wait, who did he call earlier?

Your mind is racing, and you are breathing heavily at the panic swirling in your chest when you hear him start to talk again.

“See, now was that as bad as you thought?” He asks.

What? Oh, meeting the guys.

“I mean, I was slightly mortified about Jake’s comment on my shirt, but other than that, no. It was actually fairly normal.” You reply.

“I told you.” He says throwing his arm around your shoulders again. 

His arm is warm against your body, and you are enjoying the moment.

You meet up with the guys a few minutes later, and they smile when they see you both approaching. They all have beers in their hands and Jake reaches one out to you, “For the Jake Girl.” He says with a wink.

Oh my god. A wink!?

“Hey, I am trying to make her a Danny girl, I’m going to need you to stop trying to pull her back your way.” Danny jokes. 

“No way, she’s got the shirt, it’s official.” Jake replies.

I’m sorry, are they fighting over… me?

“Listen, there is room in my heart for all of you…calm down…” you joke.

“For now…” Danny says, raising his eyebrows before you all hear the set starting. 

For now?

Midway through the set Danny bumps your arm with his elbow, “You need another drink? I’m gonna go get one…” he asks.

“Sure, but that’s probably it, I have to drive home soon.” you reply.

He nods his head smiling and walking off to the drink stand. Jake takes his place next to you.

“I bet this is not how you imagined the night playing out huh?” he asks, laughing.

“Not quite, I definitely thought I was going to watch The Strokes and go home.” you reply laughing with him. 

“Well I’m glad you didn’t, Danny seems happy. I was serious when I said I remember your face from earlier, though. I think you knew every single word.” he says laughing.

“Oh, I am sure you say that to all the girls…” you reply coyly.

“Actually, I don’t. We pretty much never hang out with fans. Danny took a quick liking to you though.” he says.

“In fact, when he called me asking where we were and told me he was bringing someone with him I was a little hesitant. You just never know, ya know? Imagine my surprise when it was you that walked up with him…”

Your skin flushes hot and pink. 

“So, where is home for you?” he asks.

“I live in Ann Arbor right now.” you reply.

“Ann Arbor? Really? So you’re like what, an hour and some change away from us back home…” he says.

“Yeah, that’s how I found out about you guys to begin with. I’m kind of a local…” you smile.

“You sure are… So then were you in Detroit a few weeks ago?” he asks.

“I was! Right up front too.” you reply. “If everything works out I'm supposed to be at the Ypsilanti show in a month, too.” you say.

“Well we will see you there…” he smiles.

“Jake, are you after my girl again?” Danny says, walking up with the drinks.

“Daniel, read her shirt. She’s my girl...” he says laughing, taking the beer Danny is offering him. 

He smiles and shakes his head, “For you...” he says handing you one and clinking his cup against yours.

“So, what did you two talk about? Is he as dreamy as you imagined?” he laughs. 

“As a matter of fact he is, and was just telling him I was at the Detroit show, and I'll be going to Ypsilanti in a month or so.” you laugh while taking a sip of your beer.

“If you were at the Detroit show, and you’re going to Yspi, does that mean you’re local to Michigan or…?” he asks.

“Actually yeah, I was telling him that’s how I found you guys in the first place. I live in Ann Arbor. I used to see flyers and stuff for your gigs, and one day I decided to listen. Have been a fan ever since.” you say smiling.

“Is that so…. interesting...” he says with a smirk. “Well, what do you think, do you want to take a picture with all of us?”

“Of course I do, are you sure you don't mind?” you ask.

“No, I want to.” he says.

He turns to the other guys and brings them in, telling them you’re all going to take a photo, and they all crowd around you as you hand your phone to the person in front of you who volunteered to take the picture.

Danny stands one side of you, with his arm snaked around your waist. Jake on the other, his arm wrapped around the top of your shoulders. Josh and Sam stand next to them. The person takes 4 or 5 pictures of course all the guys are acting up and being silly.

They hand you your phone back and you flick through the photos laughing and thanking them. 

“You’ll send those to me right?” Danny asks, his lips a little too close to your ear, goosebumps raising on the back of your neck.

“I might. Might keep them to myself. Haven’t decided.” you reply playfully.

As the set wraps up, you start to say your goodbyes, as it's a 3 hour drive back home to Ann Arbor. 

“It was nice to meet you, see ya at the Ypsi show.” Jake says with a smile.

Oh my god…

“Can’t wait!” you reply.

You say goodbye to Josh and Sam and dig your keys out of your backpack.

Danny steps closer to you, “Can I walk you to your car? You know, for safety.” he laughs.

“Oh, you don’t have to…” you say bashfully.

“I would like to…” he says.

“Okay, if you insist.” you reply playfully.

“I do.” he says, linking his arm into yours. 

The walk to your car is made with plenty of conversation to accompany it. Danny is actually very talkative compared to what you have heard about him. He is really smart and funny, and nothing like what you always imagined him to be like. 

As you approach your car, you stop and turn to him. “This is me, thanks for the escort. I felt very safe.” you say playfully. “And thanks for letting me hang out with you guys tonight, it was completely unexpected and I had a great time.” 

“Yes, tonight was very unexpected, I really enjoyed it… So you’ll be at Yspi, and you’ll send me those photos…” he questions.

“Yes I will be there. Maybe I will post one of the pics and tag you in it…” you say.

“I can deal with that, I might even like it.” he jokes. 

“Have a safe drive back, and I will see you soon, Jake girl.” he says, leaning in and kissing your cheek ever so slightly.

You blush and your stomach flips at the sensation. 

“Thanks Danny, see you later.” you reply, getting into your car and shutting the door. 

It’s not until about an hour later when you realize that delicious smell you keep getting a hint of is coming from the hoodie that you are wearing. Danny’s hoodie.

Pulling into your normal parking space at your apartment complex you get out immediately and rush to your door, your bladder ready to explode. You fumble with the keys and finally get the door open and sprint to the bathroom.

Now that it’s nearly midnight, you begin to strip your clothes off, opting to shower in the morning. Peeling the hoodie off of your body, you toss it over to the chair in the corner and bite your lip as you remember the circumstances in which you acquired it. 

Was today even real?

How did all of this even happen? Who knew Danny was so…sweet?

Pulling on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts you crawl into your bed and plug in your phone. You turn off your lamp and lay in the darkness for a minute letting your mind process the day, before you decide to roll over and flip through the pictures and videos. 

A smile instantly crosses your lips as you flip through the group photos. You see the group shot and you can almost still feel Danny’s hand on your waist. 

You scroll over to the video from The Strokes and you feel a flutter in your chest as you watch it. You do look genuinely happy, he was right. But that's not what causes your butterflies, it's him. His smile, and his laugh as he records you. It’s so… real. 

You let out a sigh as you lock your phone and put it back on your nightstand.Today was easily one of the most fun days you’ve ever had. You close your eyes and fall asleep replaying the day over and over, one face staying present throughout. 

You sleep in later than usual, since you were up later than usual. When your eyes finally open you check your phone and see it's nearly noon.

Yikes.

You check the notifications on your phone, scroll through twitter and eventually roll out of bed and head straight for the shower. After a luxurious feeling shower, you step into your bedroom to put on some clothes to lounge in today. Pulling on a pair of black leggings and a sports bra, a sweatshirt catches your eye in the corner.

Hmmm… maybe just one more wear wont hurt…

You pull the dark green hoodie over your head and you're instantly surrounded by the smell of Danny again, eliciting a flutter in your stomach. 

Jeeze, what is happening to me?

You spend most of the day cleaning your apartment, as you so typically do on Sundays. After a long productive day, you opt for dinner on the couch with a glass of wine and a movie. 

One glass of wine later, you are huddled on the corner of your couch when your phone vibrates on the coffee table.

You lean over to grab it and see that it's a number that isn't saved. When you click on the text you see the previous message of the video from yesterday and know exactly who it is. Your heart leaps into your throat. You quickly save his number.

Why is he texting me?

Danny: Make it home okay last night, Jake girl? 

How do you reply? Should you reply? Why is he thinking about you?

You lock your phone and set it down next to you, pretending to ignore it for the rest of the movie when in actuality it's all you’ve thought about for the past 45 minutes.

You pick it back up after the movie finishes and you have decided to not reply, but instead send a heart reaction. He will know you got home safe, but you won't have to use actual words.

You send it and your heart is practically beating out of your chest.

A few seconds later you see a text bubble come up, but then it disappears. You lock your phone and head to your bedroom deciding it is time to go to bed. You have to work in the morning and you hate not feeling like you didn't get enough sleep.

You plug your phone in and crawl into bed. You scroll through twitter not even ready to talk to your friends about what happened last night. You switch to Instagram and see that the band page has posted a new photo. It's a photo from their set yesterday and your eyes do something they haven't done before. They look for Danny first, not Jake.

What is going on with me?

You like the photo, and set your phone on the nightstand, hoping that you will fall asleep quickly tonight, and you do.

Work drags on for what seems like forever the next day. One boring phone call, after a boring meeting, and somehow it's only just now 4pm. Just one more hour until you can go home.

Barely suffering through that last hour you make the drive home and when you slip into your apartment you feel more than ready for a drink.

Taking your half empty bottle of wine from the fridge you pour yourself a large glass and sit on the couch.

You get a text from one of your friends as you scroll through your notifications in your group chat. 

K: How was the show the other day? 

You: I’m sorry I haven’t told you all yet but, this happened...

You: IMAGE

Not sticking around for the chaos to ensue you close out of your messages and giggle as you watch them roll in.

You open the picture again, and decide that it’s time to post it. You opt for an Instagram story, tagging all the guys and typing a caption to go with it. 

“Met some of the best guys, but still a Jake girl...”

You giggle as you post it. Going back to your group chat that is blowing up with questions. For the next few minutes you type out a detailed story on what happened, trying to answer all of their questions without giving away too much. Right as you’re about to hit send you see an Instagram notification come across the top of your screen.

‘danny_gvf replied to your story’

At that moment you are pretty sure your heart stopped beating. You immediately click on the notification and see his response.

danny_gvf: A “Jake Girl” in Danny’s hoodie…

Oh gosh...

DANNY POV

You haven't been able to get her out of your head since that day. Replaying every second in slow motion. Luckily you had the video you sneakily sent to yourself, but you knew right then in that moment you weren’t going to be able to forget her. You didn’t want to. You had to hold yourself back from asking her questions about herself all night. You couldn’t believe that she has been at shows before and you’ve never seen her. You have spent way too much time checking Instagram the past two days, waiting for her to post that photo. Checking your tags far too often, and never seeing what you were waiting for. So when you got the notification tonight that you had been tagged in a story, you opened it ready to be disappointed, only to be met with her beautiful face. Looking at the picture, you can almost still feel the curve of her waist against your hand. You notice her caption and laugh, still calling herself a Jake girl. But she is wearing your hoodie. You swipe up and take your chance.

You: A “Jake Girl” in Danny’s hoodie…

I wonder if she is going to reply this time or just send a heart again…

A few seconds later you get a notification that she replied and you can't help the smile on your face as you immediately open it.

Her: So I’ve been caught…I actually left with it on, I will find a way to get it back to you. Thanks for letting me borrow it. That was really sweet.

But you don’t want it back. You want her to keep it.

You: Keep it, you can wear that instead of the Jake shirt… ;)

Her: Maybe…

You: You never sent me these pictures…

Seen.

Hmm… maybe I pushed it too far. 

You open the story again and look at the picture. She really is beautiful, and she seems to like good music and she's funny…

Stop, you’re getting ahead of yourself. You don't even know her name.

Your phone buzzes on your lap. It’s her.

Her: So impatient Daniel…here you go…

Opening each photo you look at the smiles on everyone's faces. It really was the best night. 

You: How late did you get back the other night? 

Her: Around midnight…I was only drowsy half the time lol

You: Don’t know how you did it, I was completely wiped after you left, I went straight to bed.

Her: Well I didn’t have to play a whole set in front of crazy screaming fans ;)

You: Screaming fans are the best kind…I seem to recall a certain cute girl right up front screaming every single word.

Her: Oh really? Should I send her the hoodie?

You: She already has it…

Her: Daniel, are you flirting with me? How could you betray Jake like this? You know I’m a Jake girl…

You: Are you though?

She doesn't respond right away and your heart is racing to see how she will reply. Finally a few minutes later she does.

Her: I’m not sure anymore…

She’s not sure?! Maybe I do have a chance…

You: Having a change of heart Jake girl?

Her: Wouldn’t you like to know…

More than you know…

Josh’s voice snaps you back to reality.

“What are you so smiley about Daniel?” he asks with a grin.

“Ah, nothing…” you lie, locking your phone and sliding it under your leg.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with this would it?” he asks, holding up his phone, showing her story to you and Sam, who is now listening in on the conversation.

“It could…” you admit shrugging your shoulders.

“Daniel…” Sam says, smacking your shoulder playfully.

“I don't know, she was really cool and I'm kinda digging her a little bit.” you admit.

Josh’s face drops slightly and he sighs, “She was a cutie, but you know that's dangerous…if things were to go bad with you two… It's not a good look. You know we shouldn’t get involved with our fans.” he states.

“But she — I think it would be different…” you try to reason.

“No dude, it never is. It’s always the same. You know that. You need to just try to forget about her.” he says sternly. 

“She’s going to be at the Ypsi show…I can’t just ignore her…” you say confrontationally.

“Well, you need to think about the repercussions on you, and the rest of us if it doesn’t work out. There is a reason we don't hook up with our fans. I think it would be wise to leave it alone.” Josh replies, smacking the top of his legs as he stands up and walks away.

You nod your head, you know he is right. It's a bad idea.

But maybe she is different…

You walk to the back of the bus and climb into your bunk, pulling the curtain closed. 

You just need to forget her.

As you tuck your phone into the little drawer next to your head you reach up and turn off the light, resting your hands on top of your head covering your eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

Like you’ll be able to forget her…

The noise of the road lulls you to sleep, the vision of her dancing playing through your head.

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HONEY. | LIL MEECH

Hey y’all! Long time no see, I know it’s been a while since I’ve been on here + Wattpad but I am back for sure and ready to write again. For my comeback story I’ve decided to do a Lil Meech fanfiction, i haven’t seen anybody writing for him and I want to change that. Of course this is always going to be a black!reader! I hope you all enjoy, I already have the first three chapters written up for y’all so comment, like, + share for me! 🫶🏾❤️

chapter one.

“𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧.” -Key Glock, circa 2021

12:30 PM

This story starts in the strip club, yes you read that correctly. The club. The place where there is a multitude of beautiful and seductive women? Yes, that's exactly where it starts. You might be thinking it will begin with a dancer herself, no? Maybe not, the club was always filled with lost souls every night. But, there was one diamond in the rough there. On the outside, she shines bright. Her energy as beautiful as the features on her face. The inside is where all the good stuff hides. In this story, only one person will bring it out of her. But, at what cost?

THE DIAMOND.

the story of

DETROIT.

khaleesi

PRESENT DAY.

"Big ol glock, nigga." Key Glock's cops & robbers shakes the whole Diamond. The beat bangs against the walls as the hundreds of people on the floor move in their own way. Red cups are held in the air, filled with a variety of alcohol. Hennessy, dussé, crown. Pulsing low blue lights fill the large room all the way up to the balcony, hundreds of dollars float slowly and down into the air as a dancer graces the sizable circle platform in the middle of the room. The way her body twists and turns around the pole was like art. Her heels clacked together loudly when the beat drops.

The Diamond is a two-story entertainment club with the most attractive and jaw-dropping women in Detroit. It was and currently is the hottest strip club in the city, the amount of money that filled the place on Friday & Saturday nights was thousands. Maybe millions. Everybody knew, if you wanted to have fun... the Diamond is the place to go. But, our story starts with Khaleesi Taylor.

"Cash rules everything around me." The song changes causing the lights to fade into a soft blush color. A young lady, 21 to be exact, sits at the bar with a shot glass in her hand. Her legs crossed and her walls up as her back rests against the counter. Khaleesi's dark eyes gaze up at her sister on the pole, her orbs filled with the pink lighting. She watched carefully as Kali's hands grip and hold the metal, the sound in her ears had tuned out. She had stayed hours with Kali to help her practice, motivating and being there for her.

Khaleesi sits her glass down and runs her hands down her thick thighs, her long & tall square nails were decorated with colorful decals and bright colors. Her glistening and smooth brown skin was rich, she found the time to moisturize using oil with lotion. It's what made her skin feel like a cloud. Her button nose had two gold piercings on each nostril, one of the small hoops has a yellow butterfly hanging freely.

Khaleesi wears a denim mini skirt, it was light blue. The top, a dark brown crop top with baby blue thick heeled-boots. Her tummy poking slightly through her skirt, for some, it was an insecurity but for her she loves her tummy. There's a black bag that hangs from her shoulder, the bundles in her head were thick & wavy: the silky tresses cascading down her back beautifully. A buss down jet black middle-part was her favorite style, she believes it really compliments her face.

She stands up and pulls at her skirt, Khaleesi had always been thick. It was a disadvantage & advantage at the same time, for example, she couldn't wear things like this without her cheeks showing. Sometimes, she just says fuck it. Her slithering gaze skims the club as the tip of her thumb sits on the edge of her lips. As she walks, the beat catches up with her. With every step her hips switch, her plump behind flowing like water. Times like this, she felt so confident.

The many eyes of men & women follow her, she waved at some of the girls that said hi to her as Khaleesi glides past to the dressing room. She comes to the back of the club where a matte black door stands. She flashes her wristband at the buff security, he nods and opens the door for her. In the room, multiple girls were walking around. Some naked, some screaming and chatting with friends, others getting dressed to go out on the floor. "Let's go girls! Get y'all asses ready!"

Khaleesi pushes her way to the corner were Kali was gathering her makeup and supplies quickly. Her head switches toward her sister sharply. "Girl, where the hell you been? We have to go asap!" Kali grabs the black bag and rips it open, she takes out a black sweatshirt and blue jeans. A pair of white tennis shoes came right after. "Dad's gonna kill us, fuck Leesi."

"We're gonna get back in time, don't worry. Besides, you know dad and mom sleep heavy as hell."

"We still have to go to the store and get some breakfast for this morning, remember, I told them I'd go shopping?"

"Fuck! Kali I told you to go before we left for the club." Kali pushes the bag into Khaleesi's chest as she walks past her. Her flosses and other stage outfits were packed into the bag. They come out of the dressing room quickly, the beginning of Brent Faiyaz's price of fame filling their ears. The drop of the beat shook Khaleesi's body to the core, her hips wanted to sway and move to the beat so badly.

"You know you need to pull your skirt down, daddy would kill you."

"Says the girl who was just in her damn floss on the pole." Kali rolls her eyes and grabs ahold of Leesi's wrist. They move as one through the crowd, pushing through the sweaty people and desperate men. "I'm glad we left anyway, ballers don't come out until later." Khaleesi says when they get outside, they walk beside one another heading to the bus stop. Shoulder to shoulder as they push one another playfully.

Kali holds on securely to another black duffel bag in her hand, it was full of ones and maybe if she was lucky 20s & 50s. She looks just like her younger sister but, obviously an older version. Kali was 24, Khaleesi 21. The warm and slightly windy air was comforting to the both of them, they grew up on a farm. It felt like being in the vast green fields back at home, it was freeing but, they were far from that.

They moved to Detroit at a young age, their father had got a high-end job and was transferred immediately to the city with their mother behind them. They live in a house in a nice neighborhood 10 miles from The Diamond. Their father works for a company downtown and man was it exhausting for him. Their mom, a stay at home mother who loves cooking more than anything. Kali, graduated senior, who works in the club secretly to make money for herself.

Khaleesi, a recently graduated senior, helps her sister out and not by dancing. She covers for Kali and supports her dancing career in the club, carrying her supplies and handing her what she needs when she gets dressed. "So... are you going to move out?" Khaleesi didn't want her sister to leave her, her voice held a certain kind of sadness. Their father and brother was incredibly overbearing hence, why Kali wanted to move.

Her father and Kali have a tension between them, she was more the rebellious sister and Khaleesi the sweet one who abided by all the rules. Kali didn't want to leave her sister but, it was only a matter of time before their father finds out about her night life. Then, she'll be kicked out instead of moving out. "I don't know, you know I can't leave you by yourself."

"Then take me with you, we can be roommates."

"It’s not that easy. You know dad and mom won't let you come with me, especially when they find out about me." The thought of her parents disowning her was terrifying, the two people she believes would love her forever. "Plus, they want you to go to college. I love dancing, no matter how much they don't understand."

“I don't want to go to college, why does everyone want me to go." Kali grabs her shoulder, stopping Khaleesi in her tracks. Her baby blue heels weren't clacking against the concrete anymore. The streets dead quiet, it was expected considering the time. "What?"

"You have to go, don't you wanna be something?" Khaleesi rips her sisters hand from her shoulder and steps in front of Kali.

"I can be something without college, not everyone needs a degree to go out and be something. Hell, I say as long as you're making money a job is a job."

"Tell that shit to dad, bookie." She rolls her eyes as Kali slides past her. Their father was adamant on Khaleesi going to college, when he couldn't get Kali to budge the responsibility fell on Leesi. "Let's go, the gas station across the street!"

"Wait for me!" They run across the empty street screaming happily, their black hair flowing behind them carelessly. Nights like these were the best, the most care-free. Even if they are away from their dad and brother’s strict rules & expectations for a couple seconds, it was always the best feeling however long it lasts. The gas station, no more than two minutes from the Diamond, was packed with hellcats. Cherry red, winter blue, and snow white chargers take up the gas pumps. The music echoing down the street engulfs the atmosphere, men sit on the hoods smoking, talking, and gambling.

"Kali, what's up ma?" They walk past a man in a tracksuit, he grabs ahold of her wrist holding her in place. This causes Khaleesi to stop in her tracks and run into Kali's back.

"Sir, we're tryna get some food." Kali nudges his forehead back and pulls her wrist away from him. "Holla at you later." One thing Kali didn't do was ditch her sister for a man, she didn't put anybody above her. He kisses his teeth and walks away pulling his hood over his head, Khaleesi sighs as they walk into the store.

"I didn't mean to scare away your guy friend."

"Girl please! I already fucked him a while ago. He won't leave me alone. If anything, you saved me." Kali laughs causing the corners of Khaleesi's lips to lift into a smile.

The two sisters walk into the store and are greeted with a booming voice. Nizhoni. Her dad owns the place but forces her to work night shifts on some weekdays and weekends. A green lollipop swirls between her full lips—her teeth drenched in grills. Her nails were cut into a stiletto shape and black as night.

"Leesi and Kali!" They walk over and lean against the counter, the small convenient store was crowded with teenagers and young people shopping & playing around. The TV blasting in the corner was showing a rerun of a football game, a group of older men gathered around it to watch carefully. "I love you two so much, you actually came to keep me company. You know the night life gets busy." Nizhoni collapses down on the countertop and sighs deeply.

She sits back up and pulls her hand purse from the side of her and on to the counter. Niz takes out a nail filer from her purse and begins to scrape it against her fingernails, Khaleesi lifts herself up and sits down on the tall counter. She grabs one of the 99 cent honeybuns from a rack and opens it, taking a big bite. "I know how much you love those little shits so I'll let you have it for free this time." 

"Thank you." Khaleesi tunes out the talking of Kali & Nizhoni, everything around her had seem to become dark and quiet as she chews on her honeybun. Her brown eyes observing the surroundings, she was the paranoid sister. Always watching. Always observing others behaviors and motives. A steady beat bangs in her chest, it seems to cause the whole gas station to vibrate. Everyone's eyes seem to land on the black SUV pulling up to one of the pumps.

The passenger side door opens and a young man jumps out of the vehicle. A smile wide on his face, the whiteness of his teeth dancing with the stations bright lights. Khaleesi's eyes were stuck on him, the way he carried himself was... attractive. Everyone else had paid no mind to him, going back into their own little worlds. Kali and Nizhoni didn't notice, they continued to talk.

Khaleesi didn't notice her breathing had changed, her chest moves up and down in a quick but steady pace. She tilts her head up a little trying to get a better look but, she didn't want to get caught looking in this man's direction. She watched as he converse, talking to other men as his tall figure leaned against the SUV. "I love to love you baby." Donna Summer's soothing voice echoes in the back of her mind, the music on the tv playing faintly but loud.

His cuban chains glistened beautifully in the light: there was one, no- two around his tattooed neck. He wears all black, long-sleeved shirt and joggers. Khaleesi couldn't stop staring at some of the rings on his thick fingers. The veins running through his hands show as he moves them around expressing what he was saying. He has a rough beard on his sharp jawline and a thin mustache going across his plump lips. The hood on his head lowers as he walks toward the door. A piece pushed into the side of his waistband, Khaleesi gasps softly and removes her eyes off of him.

The man has on colors that they were not suppose to associate with, Leesi's heart was thumping against her chest. They weren't usually welcomed on this side of town. But, could still come and go as they please. "We have to go, Kali." Her sisters eyes shift to her as she grabs her wrist.

"What's wrong?" Nizhoni nudges Kali's shoulder and they all look to the double doors. Kamari Parker pushes them open, he walks inside and the room falls silent. A soft green lighting from outside flows from behind him and into the store. Khaleesi didn't dare to look up, Kali had turned her head away as well. Her eyes glued to Nizhoni, Kali bulges her eyes at her begging for Niz to say something.

"Ohhhkay..." Kamari squints his eyes around the store, his heavy steps move around the room as he grabs a bag of chips. Khaleesi's thumb touches her bottom lip as she watches him, his deep voice is heard as he raps random lyrics. Niggas. His voice, Khaleesi couldn't control the sensation between her thighs. It rattled her, it held nothing but power. She quickly crosses her legs and averts her stare when he turns around and walks over.

"Wassup? Let me get a five pack, russian cream." The words that slipped from his lips were smooth and comforting, Khaleesi couldn't feel anything but timid in his presence. He felt familiar, he felt warming and reassuring. Leesi believed he would go after her sister, no one's ever chased after her. Everyone loves her sister, she was beautiful, charming, and a great dancer. And she was just known as Kali's little sister.

Khaleesi sighs and looks back towards the store, her eyes landing on the TV as she tunes out the rest of the conversation. "Let me get some oil too, mama."

"Give me a second and I'll come out there and put it in for you, baby." Nizhoni gently smiles and pops her lollipop out her mouth. Kamari smiles then licks his lips.

"Is it okay if shorty over there does it instead?" Kali and Nizhoni's eyes switch over to Khaleesi. Her big sister slaps her on the thigh to catch her attention, Leesi gasps and glares in Kali's direction.

"What the fuck, Kali?"

"This nice man would like for you to put some oil in his car." Kali has a forced smile on her face, she tilts her head towards the door. "Go on, now. I'll be watching you in here." Kamari grabs his bag of chips and backwoods, he walks backwards to the door. His eyes looked Khaleesi up and down, he bites his bottom lip and walks outside into the summer air.

"Kali, if Q finds out-"

"He's not here and we saw the way you were looking at him, bitch, go." She smiles and laughs with Nizhoni, Khaleesi hugs Kali tightly and runs to the entrance. She walks outside and her eyes automatically land on Kamari, his stare holds on her.

"Come on." He flicks his hand toward him, Khaleesi walks across the parking lot. Her heels slapping the ground as her hair falls gracefully around her shoulders. She heard a few whistles but easily ignored them, she could've sworn she saw a slight sneer or Kamari's face. He didn't like it. Parker lifts up the hood as Khaleesi stands beside his tall figure. She stopped exactly at his shoulder, she was tall herself. He removes the top and moves aside for Leesi. "It's all yours."

She glances over at him and sees he's resting against the car on his side. Just watching her. Khaleesi pours the oil in slowly, she bites her lip trying to concentrate. She could feel his eyes burning into her, her legs becoming weak and her mind was racing with thoughts. Stand up, girl! Khaleesi screams at herself in her head. "Is there a reason you're watching me like this?"

"Just making sure you good, you good?" Khaleesi looks up at him and that was a mistake. He looked so good, she was folding hard. His voice was soft, almost like a whisper but, still had a hint of raspiness.

"Yes, I'm good, thanks for asking." Khaleesi closes the top on the oil and walks past Kamari to throw away the bottle. The friends that he arrived with were gathered around the car talking amongst themselves. His eyes follow her behind as they move up her spine and to the hair laying on her neck. Khaleesi comes back toward him and he grabs her wrist softly.

"What's your name?" She didn't think he would ask her that, Khaleesi panics. They were not under any circumstances allowed to tell their names to enemies. What made him ask her name? Had she caught his attention?

"And why would you want that?" Khaleesi calms her self and begins to play along, she moves close to him. He leans back against the car, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You're beautiful, that's all. I've never seen you around."

"Oh, so you want my name so you can spy on me." Khaleesi smiles, Kamari's arm wrapping around her waist: he pulls her in and clenches his jaw. She turns her head and quietly gasps, she feels his eyelashes graze her cheek softly as he looks down at her body.

"I'm serious, can I please have your name?"

"I'm sorry, no." Khaleesi's finger grazes the skin under his chin. She bites her lip as he looks up in her eyes, he sits against the car.

"Why you wanna play like that?" A half smile rises on his lips, Kamari laughs then sits up. "That's aight, I'mma ask everybody in this motherfucka then." Khaleesi stops him from leaving her sight, she grabs his hand before he can walk away and pushes him on the side of the car. "Damn, nigga." A look of amusement on his face as he returns to his original position.

"Fine, it's Khaleesi. What about you?"

"People call me many names but, the only one you need to know is Kamari."

"Come on, Khaleesi!" Kali runs out and grabs ahold of her sisters wrist. "They're here." Khaleesi's heart drops to the pit of her stomach, she pulls away from Kamari quickly. "Nigga, this never happened." Kali glares at him and he furrows his eyebrows, his eyes never leaving Khaleesi's. He watches as they run and disappear into the night.

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You can't cry pretty

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cherry bomb pt 1 glen Mcreynolds x reader

everybody wants some 2016 - Glen McReynolds x reader.

In 1980s Texas, college athlete Jake Bradford moves into the communal house of his baseball team. The roommates soon begin to navigate the ups and downs of growing up unsupervised. The houses are in need of renovation bringing in the new landlord that quickly takes Glen McReynolds, captain, of the team, interest.

Word count – 20,996 in total

The baseball team was known throughout campus, with tons of sex and lots of broken hearts. Glen McReynolds being one of the biggest heartthrobs in his senior year. if he took a girl home it was for one thing. Sex. That evening though was different, it was a surprisingly quiet one with games of ping pong, basketball and a lot of beer. The freshers were already introduced, settled in and partly drunk due to the booze at the jolly fox. It was fun until the phone rang. The team captain answered the phone realising it was their coach. The coach spoke in a rush explaining to the senior he would be coming to the house to cover the year. "See you in a bit coach." As McReynolds hung up the phone to his coach, he raced downstairs shouting for his team in a panicked haze placing the device on the bench outside his bedroom. "Coach is coming in 10 minutes, get rid of the beer!" he bellowed. Everyone vaulted from their stations racing around the house to collect the broken bottles and cans. Kenny and Glen prioritized the fresh supply hiding it at the back of the garden between the mess they had already made and the wild weeds.

As they finished up their extreme clean, Finn watched the coach pull in along with another truck. a teal blue Ford pickup shaking from the volume of a song cherry bomb. As he kept watching, a girl jumped out the driver’s side, her ass facing towards the window blocking a view of her face. "Look, alive gentleman." As she turned around, the rest of the group landed on the sofa observing her with amazement. "This one's got a nice ass," Kenny muttered. Glen stayed silent watching her thighs as she walked alongside their coach. The woman wasn't as tall as the guys but stood with more confidence than most of the girls they hung around with. her skin was tanned from the Texan sun, with (H/C) fluffy locks styled to frame her cheeks. He watched her shake hands with the coach with a strong grip her (E/C) eyes sparkled in the summer sun. She was wearing cobalt denim shorts that cut off just above the start of her ass and a navy-blue crop top. Her lean neck was decorated with a thin silver chain just brushing her collarbone. She seemed a lot different to the girls they usually brought home. She walked with confidence, and independence but still portrayed a hint of shyness. "Holy shit."

The coach and the female stepped into the run-down house; the older man immediately ordered the group to sit on the sofas in the living room. Each guy that followed in eyed the young woman in shock she quickly stepped back, slightly feeling uncomfortable. "If you haven't met yet, I'd like to introduce you to the new guys on the team." The coach started. "Freshman Ty Plummer, catcher. Stand up, Ty. Come on, son. Alex Brumley, outfield. Sit down. All right. Jake Bradford and Billy Autrey, both freshman pitchers." Each boy stood up with a small wave before sitting back down on either their seat or on the floor. Glen ignored the freshers, keeping his gaze on the girl as she fiddled with her chain awkwardly. "Also, I'm taking a leap this year on two transfers, trying to shore up our pitching staff. From California, senior Charlie Willoughby. Stand up, Willoughby. And from Detroit, Jay Niles." As Jay stood up swinging a strange item in his hand, he winked towards the lady making her roll her eyes with a disgusted look. She could already tell he was gonna be the pain of the group. He was smug, with an ego probably bigger than himself. "All right. For you vets, I expect you to show the new guys around. Hopefully, be a positive influence on them. I'd appreciate that, all right? Okay, for the eight of you living in this house and the eight of you living next door, there's gonna be some guidelines for living here."

Finally, the coach turned his attention to the girl as she moved forward. "This is (Y/N) (S/N), your new landlord." The boys all leaned over in surprise. She was their age possibly a senior. How could she be their landlord? "She been generous enough to donate these houses to help with the overcrowding situation in athletic dorms, and we've agreed to be responsible for them." She owned the two houses. How was that possible, Glen thought. "So, two rules. Number one. No alcohol in these houses, okay? It's against school policy. Need I say more? Now, we can't stop you from having a drink down at that Jolly Fox and Sound Machine, or whatever. You're all over eighteen, all right? Just no booze in this house. Okay. Number two, and it's a biggie, gentlemen..." (Y/N) smiled lightly and snickered making Glen watch her before turning his attention. the coach spoke something he didn't want to hear.

"No girls upstairs in those bedrooms." Each boy let out a giant growl. "Yup. I'm sorry. She's gonna have to take it back to her place or, if you want, you can spend as much time as you like together down here. There's plenty of room in both these houses for socializing. So, if you just gotta bring some little gal back to the house, you keep her buns downstairs. You got it? Don't want the program taken down by a piece of poontang." The coach turned towards (Y/N) again stepping back as she started to speak. "Okay guys, I'm gonna be around for a few months. The plan is to get the houses in order and up to code. For now, I'm gonna focus on the kitchen ceiling so whoever's rooming above it for the time being I need your stuff out of that room." Kenny and Glen both raised their hands. "We'll get that sorted before we head out tonight," Kenny promised she nodded her head in thanks. "To add to that. (Y/N) has my personal number, if you boys do anything to upset make her uncomfortable and I find out about it, there will be consequences. I'm not gonna lose these houses because you boys couldn't be respectful." Each boy nodded their head, Niles rolled his eyes but still nodded.

"Okay, that's it. Voluntary practice is on Sunday. That's players-only now. Rulebook says I can't be on the field, so I'll see you fellas on Monday. Be responsible out there this weekend, okay? Think before you do something stupid, please." Glen pushed himself off the sofa alerting (Y/N) to his presence. She couldn't deny he was handsome. They were the same age, so she knew of him and his reputation. "All right. Mac, you got something?" His dark hair was styled thick and neck length with a matching moustache sitting on his top lip. His eyes were sharp fern green and intense. His body was typical of a sport major muscular thick and strong. "Yeah. Hey, new guys, listen up. Just so you know, "voluntary" means mandatory, okay? Everybody's got to be there. If you're not there, then you probably don't care about beating those fuckers from Arizona. And if you're not serious about that, you might as well go home." from the way he spoke she could tell how seriously he took the baseball league. A true leader in his major.

"If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna get started and have a look at the ceiling before you all leave. I'm assuming you’re heading to the sound machine." (Y/N) asked as the coach left in the car speeding out the drive. "I'll show you to the kitchen." Glen voiced pointing towards the door leading to the room. "Thanks..." she paused pretending to not know whom he was, not wanting his ego to balloon. "Glen McReynolds." He shook her smaller hand feeling her look him up and down with a leer on her plump rose lips. "Well, the ceilings are pretty much on the verge of collapse." He laughed as she turned her attention back to the room. The once white ceiling was now a murky grey, decorated with multiple cracks and chips. "No kidding." She muttered. As Glen watched her leap onto the counter, the boys peeked around the doorframe observing her tight ass almost in their captain's face. "Sorry." She spoke tapping the creaking wood as he turned to his teammates with a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, not wanting his group to ruin his view. He turned back round to the new landlord as she pulled out a blade dangling from her van keys, stabbing the ceiling with light momentum. she twisted it, black shavings fall out like it was snowing. "Damn it," she grumbled, dusting it off her shoulders and stepping down. "Looks like you've got a bad case of dry rot. 'I'll have to replace the whole ceiling." Glen stood in fright, worrying about the cost of such a replacement but stopped as she observed him a petite smile plastered on her cheeks. "don't worry about the money I can see your brain trying to figure out how much it is." She giggled delicately nudging his shoulder as she wandered towards the stairs towards the upper level. "Well, it is kinda my fault." He spoke. "How is wood rot your fault, McReynolds." She asked opening to door to his and Kenny's bedroom. "Oh."

A waterbed. A half-full waterbed. (Y/N) tried her best to hold in her laughter but Mac caught her. He liked seeing her laugh. The faint wrinkles under her nose when she stretched her skin to form a beautiful smile. "don't knock it till you try it miss landlord." She walked towards the cold mattress; she poked it giggling as it jiggled. "No thanks. Can't imagine sleeping on it let alone fucking on it." she laughed, "It would be like fucking on a pool float." Mac joined in on the amusement. He could already feel himself getting comfortable with the smaller female. Her aura was like a beacon of light like colours had been reintroduced to him. "Oh, believe me. It’s heaven." As the laughter died down Glen called out to Kenny hearing him marched up the stairs to join them. "Ready to get moving?" he asked, Glen nodded his head. "I'll try and finish the floor as fast as possible, but it depends on how quickly my dad can get the supplies cross our fingers, tomorrow." The boys nodded making sure she knew it wouldn't be a problem. (Y/N) watched the two guys carry their stuff into the hallway slightly enjoying the view of their clenching muscles and sweaty bodies. "Enjoying the view miss Landlord." Mac joked with a wink. As she lightly blushed, muttering a shut up towards the captain, making him laugh.

As the sun started to set (Y/N) moved her tools inside the house placing them just outside Glen and Kenny's room. "You know (Y/N) you can happily stay the night if it means you get more work done, we definitely don't mind at all." Finn joked as he rested on the windowsill. She rolled her eyes holding back a chuckle as she punched his shoulder. "Fuck off sex pest." She hid her blush from the blonde watching Glen finally finish setting up his base for the next few days. "Hey (Y/N). If you need any help with the house don't hesitate to ask. I'd be happy to lend a hand." The captain followed her down the stairs and to her truck eyeing her up and down one last time. He briefly noticed a small black mark down the side of her inner thigh where the fabric of her shorts pulled away. A tattoo? "I'm a big girl captain, don't need to worry about me. I've been doing houses like this since I was thirteen. This job might be an easy one for me anyway." Glen picked up her bag that sat on the dusty drive placing it on her passenger seat. While doing so, he trapped the girl between her car and his body the blush returning to her cheeks as she smelt his musk. The smell was addicting already. It was clear he had done some sort of exercise that day as his smell was strong of sweat but to her it was irresistible. The rest of his scent was a strong cologne mostly around his chest where her head levelled with his body. "And whys that miss landlord." He asked looking down at her smaller figure. He too was taking in her scent, a hint of vanilla but the main smell was like a sour sweet. Maybe a cherry or strawberry. He couldn't tell just yet. "I'll have some very entertaining tenants to stop me getting bored." He smiled widely loving the sight of her own smile. "You going to sound machine tonight?" she nodded her head following him to the driver’s side not expecting him to open the door for her like a gentleman. "I'll be wearing a pink two-piece, if you decide to come looking for me." Glen couldn't understand this girl. She seemed confident with him but nothing like the confident girls they usually brought back to fuck. From what he witnessed earlier with Finn, she was embarrassed by the innuendos and flirting. But his actions only made her blush and add to his flirtatious comments. "Is that an invitation to come to find you?" he asked shutting her door and leaning on her closed window. "However, you want to interpret it, McReynolds." She whispered swiftly driving away from the house sighing lightly as her heartbeat slowed down finally.

Glen walked back into the house, a big smile under his dark facial hair. He noticed all the guys watching like hawks from the doorway and up to the staircase. "Well, well well, captain." Nesbit laughed the rest of the group moving away and sitting on the sofas beers in hand. "Looks like she likes what she sees." Kenny joked. Glen sat down by his fellow senior a cold beer entering his hands before he could ask for one. "She seems fun," Jake spoke up. "Fun?! She's awesome." Finn argued. Niles sauntered inside the living space placing down the item he had been swinging since the landlord was introduced. "I call dibs. I want a piece of that ass" Jay ordered brushing out his facial hair with a sinister smile, Glen didn't like the look of that smile. "Hold on there, raw dawg, I think she's already chosen our captain." Nes argued making Mac laugh with pride. "she's not some piece of meat for you to hunt Detroit. Coach said to be respectful so do it." Glen stepped closer to the rebellious teammate; an intense stare plastered on his face. "Seriously Niles, don't mess this up for all of us. If we lose this house because of you, you're off the team." He threatened to hear the transfer student huff in disagreement. He didn't know why he was defending the girl he had only just met. Maybe he liked her maybe he just respected her. He couldn't tell.

(Y/N) finally laid down in her bed the teal cover wrapping around her legs, and she held onto the phone she was using. "I'm serious Bev, these guys are hilarious." She spoke clutching a pillow under her chest for support. Beverly, her art friend sighed heavily over the line knowing the group she had just introduced herself to well. "Remember (Y/N) not all of them are good news. That Glen McReynolds, the captain, there are all sorts of rumours about him." (Y/N) blew a raspberry, knowing she was right. There was barely anything good going around about McReynolds. But the dark-haired stallion seemed so nice and fun around her. It was a tough thought for the girl. Was he acting around the guys or was he acting around her? "I'll have to see Bev. I can't deny he is really sexy. I've got to go I’ll speak to you soon." As she hung up the phone, (Y/N) pulled herself up picked up the two-piece garments and headed to the bathroom.

As night fell on the campus, the baseball team sauntered their way into the sound machine. The building was filled with young men and women some drunker than others some hornier than others. The baseball team scattered themselves on the dance floor drawing woman after woman into their dance of lust, but Glen hadn't joined them. McReynolds sat comfortably in a booth with Kenny, but for the first time in a while, there was no girl clinging to him. He sat alone arms resting across the bag of the sofa with Kenny eyeing his sober companion. "Come on Mac what's your deal tonight?" Kenny questioned, taking his shot with no expression as the two girls surrounding him did the same. Glen took his shot, as he surveyed the girls he usually went for circling like vultures. He never realised how many girls he had used over the 3 years of college until now. There were at least four there that night just watching him almost begging him to come over. "I don't know man," he confessed. "Look dude, get your head out of the clouds. (Y/N) is a respectable girl do you really think she'll even give you or any of us a chance? You're a stud. The king of college pussy. And I'm sure she knows all about that, the rumours don't exactly do you any favours." McReynolds downed another shot slamming it down on the coffee table. "I know man. but... I don't know maybe it's time to pack it in. It’s our last two years of college, maybe it's time to grow up." Kenny stared his captain down intensely. Since (Y/N) had stepped out of her van he could tell Mac had almost changed completely without even realising it. he didn't know whether to be happy for his friend or concerned.

Later into the night, groups of people filled the dance floor one particular group of girls including (Y/N). They pushed their way to the bar ordering their shots as they continued their conversation, they had been having all night. "Look (Y/N), I get it he's cute, but if you want something more what's the point? He's just gonna break your heart as soon as you tell him you don't want to have sex." Her friend spoke licking the salt off her hand for a tequila shot. "I don't know. They really don't seem as bad as the rumours say. He was sweet." the young girl picked up her shot necking it back like it was nothing. "It's bullshit honey all bullshit. You deserve more than that."

Finn sat himself down next to Glen finishing his beer in one last gulp. "Eyes on the bar Mac. Your future wife has arrived." He joked. Glen quickly snapped his attention to the bar seeing her suck on a lime her friend had secured between her teeth. "Well...that I definitely didn't expect from her." He was not expecting to see her doing make-out shots. She didn't seem the type of girl to do those sorts of games "Wake up man she's not worth it." Jay mocked collapsing down by Finn. The group rolled their eyes trying too hard to ignore him. "she's just another weirdo. A bitch. She Ain’t gonna give you jack shit. You know from that little show I bet she's a lesbian" Before Jay could continue his rant, Glen got up, making his way over to the girl. "Shut the fuck up, Niles. your just mad she's got her eye on Mac and not you." Finn argued.

She wore a two-piece top and skirt with hot blush and with floral design all over in a lighter shade of pink. Tiny pom poms decorated the top and bottom brushing her thighs. Her enchanting legs were accentuated by a pair of neon orange heels that made her the same height as McReynolds. Her fluffy hair was curled around her face framing it perfectly with the orange liner she had on her lids. "Have a nice evening, miss landlord." He spoke softly leaning on the bar as her friends gasped. He had dressed in a light orange shirt, tight blue jeans and a deep pink belt wrapped around his waist. The group of boys knew he added the pink to match her. "Hello, tenant. Having a good night?" she asked. She ignored her friends whispering behind her focusing all her attention on him. He nodded his head eyeing her up and down as if he didn't that afternoon, the light tattoo markings on her leg were slightly more exposed showing a word. bomb? "No girl tonight, McReynolds?" she asked continuing her assault on the lime in her fingers, the juices trickling down her digits. "Not yet. I had a particular one in mind. She's very smart, extremely cute and currently, is being a tease with that lime in her cute little mouth." She let out a muffled laugh placing the lime down in her empty glass. The same red blush from earlier decorated her cheeks making his smirk wider. "I think you're getting too confident McReynolds. I don't drop my panties for just anyone." She told him sternly. "Well, it's a good job all I want is a dance tonight." She smiled wider looking down at his open hand begging her to take it. "Sure." She took hold of his larger hand; he felt her smooth skin as he place his second hand around her waist. "she's gonna get her heart crushed." Her friends spoke watching the two join the rest of the baseball team on the dance floor.

The team quickly changed their attention from their dance partners to their captain. the smile under his thick dark moustache was the biggest they had seen since college started. He led (Y/N)'s hips swaying side by side as the two laughed and talked above the loud music. "You confuse me." He started wrapping his hands around her waist pulling her closer. "You are completely shy when it comes to the other guys. I mean you completely blew off Finn's joke earlier. but with me you’re fine, you smile try and flirt back." Her hands went up to his neck curling the pieces of hair that brushed his neck in between her fingers. Their hips still danced to the beat of the music, but they slowly started drowning out the music. "I guess I just feel comfortable around you Glen." She confessed. "I'm glad you do." he slowed down their pace pushing her front closer to his own in an attempt to bring the beautiful red colour back. He succeeded. "We have baseball practice in the afternoon Sunday, you should come. I can show you why I was chosen as captain."

The team slowly made their way to their booth expect one. Their captain. Kenny and Finn watched the two, laughing as their friend got deeper and deeper into the trance of love. "he's already whipped." Finn commented. Jay quickly snapped his attention to the two examining their dance of sexual frustration. "Fucking idiot." He muttered. "Jealous much Detroit." Kenny laughed. Jay rolled his eyes necking his drink. "The raw dog doesn't get jealous. Especially when it comes to that frigid bitch." The two older students looked at each other mentally agreeing jay was jealous due to his lack of pussy. "Do you think he has a chance here?" Finn asked. "Oh yeah look at her she's mad for him. it's up to him though."

(Y/N) watched Glen as his hands got tighter around her waist loving the feeling of his larger fingers tracing her body. "Am I going to regret trusting you, Glen?" She asked seriously. "I hope not (Y/N). I really like you." He confessed. Her (E/C) orbs widened at his confession smiling brightly. "Then I'll come to practice. You better get a home run for me." The two laughed continuing their dance. Both feel like they can't let each other go just yet.

Seeing the run-down house made (Y/N) beam. Another day surrounded by surprisingly fun and pleasant baseball players. She was more excited knowing Glen would be there, but she wouldn't let him know how he made her feel just yet. She quickly jumped out of the car and grabbed hold of her favourite tool of all. her very used axe. "Hello, my friend." She joked to herself tying her hair up again and pulling her sleeves up.

"Here comes the landlord," Plummer called the boys all whistling towards Mac who surprisingly was not dressed in lounge clothes and was sat in jeans as a tight grey crop shirt. The boys could tell something had quickly changed about their captain. all night he had been ignoring girls, where he would usually be quick to eye up his next victim for the weekend even when (Y/N) left the bar he carried on ghosting women. His mind seemed to be in another world. They assumed it was their new friend. And they loved it. "Aww, poor Mac. I don't think I've ever seen you so desperate for pussy." Finn joked earning a hard smack from the captain. "Shut up Finnigan. Just trying to make her feel comfortable." Glen could defend himself all he liked but he knew they were right. "You mean comfortable around the stud of campus. Glen heartbreaker McReynolds." He couldn't get the beautiful, independent woman out of his head. He didn't know how he felt. Weak? Vulnerable? Whatever it was he was conflicted about whether he liked it or not. he knew one thing for sure. He liked her. "Sure, you are." Jay groaned marching himself upstairs to his room with a hard slam.

The girl was wearing a short jumpsuit made of blue denim, a tie in the middle pulling her waist in to show off her curves. The top buttons were slightly undone if another button came off her chest would be out. Her chain from yesterday was on and a large axe was swinging in her hands. "Morning gentleman." She smiled leaning the axe on her shoulders. God, she was sexy, Glen thought. He looked down at the tattoo again. Nothing but the bomb word poking through still. "I'm gonna be taking down the ceiling could you guys clear out the kitchen?" the group all agreed quickly getting to work on the task. "Oh, Glen. Have you got another axe by any chance?" Mac suddenly brought his attention back to her. Her eyes twinkled towards him like disco balls. "Yeah, in the garage." He said confused. "Go find it and come give me a hand upstairs." As she left to get started Glen raced towards the garden stopping as Kenny ruffled his hair annoying him. "Get some alone time with her dude!"

(Y/N) slowly ran her axe along her lines on the floor she had made yesterday, showing her where the rot had spread from the wound. She cut lightly into the wood to loosen it up but not enough to send it flying down on the group below just yet. As she finished up, McReynolds finally joined her telling her the kitchen was empty. She took hold of the axe in his hand brushing her fingers along his own. Her skin was slightly rough from her job but still soft, he was starting to like the feeling of her skin. "Take a hit at something other than baseballs, captain." she joked pointing the axe towards a plank of healthy wood. "Okay so this plank hasn't been cut yet there are two pieces currently holding the whole thing in place. when I say three give it the hardest hit you've got." She instructed. She passed the axe back over to the baseball player not expecting him to pull her into his muscular chest. "I don't know about the floor. But ill defiantly be hitting something. Maybe this fine woman leaning on my crotch." He groaned leaning his face into her soft hair. With a big sigh, she pushed herself away rolling her eyes playfully as she tried to hide her blush. "Good luck with that McReynolds, remember what I said last night. I don't drop my panties for just anyone." She spoke swaying over to the other side of the room. "And stop looking at my ass McReynolds focus on the axe. Don't want to lose a finger." The captain laughed through his breath. "No mam." She couldn't tell if she liked this attention. (Y/N) reminded herself of what Beverly had said the night before. The heartbreak, being left alone in bed in the morning. Was it worth it for this guy? She didn't know. But she knew she wanted him in a way she never wanted a guy before.

"Okay, one two, three." The two seniors took a big swing smacking the wood. Nothing "again. One, two, three." Another hard swing. Nothing again. "Leave it," she ordered. Glen rested the axe on his shoulder listening to the sound of cracking wood. "Step back." She grabbed hold of his shirt as the floor slowly sunk to the lower level with a hard bang. It looked like the main kitchen appliances had survived but the dead wood had shattered pretty much everywhere it had room to land. "That was pretty cool." He admitted. "I'd suggest getting takeout tonight." She joked laying her axe by her tool bag. "Can I use the phone I need to call my dad." He nodded his head looking down at the floor in a hunt for the phone cord. He took hold of her hand following the small cord into Beuter's room. "Beuter times up need the phone for work. hurry up." He ordered banging on the door. "What?" she asked her head tilting along with her ponytail. "Beuter hogs the phone to call his girl. Whom we suspect is also his cousin." (Y/N) lightly laughed punching his shoulder at the horrific joke. "Gross." The fresher quickly opened the door holding the phone out with a sorry. (Y/N) quickly picked up the phone thanking Glen as he left her in private. "Hey, Dad!"

The group rested on the sofa eyes locked on the tv screen. Glen laid his body down, his lower stomach exposed from the crop top. Before the guys could continue the show, Billy marched down the stairs carrying bags on his shoulders. "Hey, Beuter, you leaving us already?" Kenny laughed acknowledging the country boy carrying his stuff down the stairs. "Running home to Mama, Perkins?" Billy slammed his bags down on the ground in annoyance. "Come on, y'all, my name Ain't Beuter. Okay, guys? It's Billy Autrey." "Bullshit!" Glen interrupted, "It’s Beuter Perkins until we tell you otherwise. Now, where are you going, BP? You running back to that corn-fed girlfriend of yours already?" Glen joked taking a swig of his beer. "No, sir, I'll be back Sunday for practice." Once the kitchen had finally been cleared out the rest of the group joined in on the bantering. "Well, well, well! Looks like Beuter Perkins is getting laid this weekend. Huh? You finally trading in that phone for the real thing?" Dale laughed. "Shoot, y'all. Man, guys, she says she might be pregnant." As the words left his mouth (Y/N) stood behind him. her signature blush all over her cheeks and nose. "I came in at the wrong time." She muttered earning a smile from the captain.

She placed the phone on the coffee table thanking Glen for letting her use it. The captain swung his legs around allowing her a place on the sofa. As she sat down, he passed her a beer and swung his legs to the rest of her soft thighs with a wink. Her cheeks flushed with more colour at his move making him laugh under his breath. He already loved the colour her cheeks went from his actions towards her. "Yeah, man, that's what she says." Billy continued the conversation. "How late is she?" Jake asked. "She's a day late." The jeering quickly started confusing the poor country bumpkin. (Y/N) Heavily sighed a typical boy who had no idea how periods work. "Are you shittin' me Beuter? She's one day late on her period, and she's giving you shit?" Plummer groaned. "Billy. You're a dumbass." (Y/N) added making the guys laugh. "Even (Y/N) knows what's up. Listen, dude, she's just testing you to gauge your response. Are you the guy who says, "Don’t worry, I'll pay for the abortion," or do you start talking about marriage, which is what she's hoping for? Either way though, at this point, you're fucked. Give up Beuter Perkins." Glen leant up slightly shuffling (Y/N) closer to him. The warmth of his body radiated off him onto her. " No trust me, man, she's not fucking pregnant, all right? We've all been through shit like this. Except for Nes, of course, 'cause he's still a virgin. Look, she's just taking your little chicken-fried nuts and she's running them through the wringer, okay?" (Y/N) nodded her head calming Billy down knowing a girl agreed with what McReynolds was saying to him. "She's just giving you shit for it because you left her back on the farm with all the other little pigs you used to fuck." The laughter erupted in the room at the thought (Y/N) included covering her mouth trying not to snort from the strength of her laughter. "I Ain't never put it in a pig! What do I say to her if she is? (Y/N) what would you want to hear?"

The girl quickly stopped laughing embarrassed by the boy’s question. "God, I don't know I've never had to worry about that." She spoke leaning up to get her beer from the coffee table. "I don't believe that for a second." Finn laughed, "You’re extremely hot, funny and have a good laugh. Guys must be lining up for you." As she finished her swig of beverage, she shook her head. "I've only been with one guy, and he was shit and the last two times I've slept with someone were with girls." Each boy's eyes blew up in shock the night before was enough for their fantasies to run wild with the way she kissed her friend for the lime trapped in her mouth. But knowing she's been with a woman the way they had was extremely sexy to them. Especially Glen. "Just take responsibility for it. let her know you know it's not entirely her fault. At the end of the day, it's not up to you what she decides. You can't stop her from keeping it or getting rid of it. it's not your body." Billy quickly snapped out of his fantasy nodding his head at her order. "Seriously (Y/N) you've never had a little slip-up," Kenny asked genuinely curious. Glen could feel the heat from her nervousness. "God no!"

"Stop embarrassing her," Mac ordered interrupting any more questions towards the girl. "School hasn't even started yet and you're well on your way to the official freshman numb-nut of the year award." He continued pointing towards Billy. Before the group could continue the conversation a honk from a van stopped them. "Shit. I forgot" She muttered jumping up forgetting about glens legs resting on her. "that's my dad." she jumped out the door towards the new van parked up by hers. A fairly large man stepped man close to retirement age. The boys quickly sorted themselves out intimidated by his large strong build.

"Hi, daddy!" (Y/N) shouted as he started spinning her around in a crushing hug. "Hey, pumpkin." His voice was extremely strong and rough spooking the group of boys. Glen quickly pulled out his acting skills making himself look more gentlemanly than he was. "Boys! Make yourself useful and grab some planks." McReynolds ordered watching her dad unlock his pickup. They instantly sprung up taking their fair share of the material and taking it upstairs. "Good man, I'm guessing you're the captain of this 'team'." He air quotes confusing Glen looking down at (Y/N) for an explanation. "Dad stop." She spoke, "You’re scaring them." (Y/N) stood herself by Glen making him smile at the smell of her perfume. Sweet with a hint of mint.

Glen stuck his hand out towards the large man trying hard to not show how intimidated he was. "Glen McReynolds sir. "If he thought (Y/N)'s grip was strong, her dad's was ten times stronger. If he wanted to, he could break the college senior's arm. "Finally, someone with the balls to talk to me without pissing themselves. Brian (S/N)." (Y/N) quickly pulled Brian away lightly touching Mac's hand as she did. "Please stop scaring them, Dad. I promise they have been nothing but welcoming." She spoke softly obviously calming her protective parent. "We appreciate what your daughter is doing for us and for letting us live here sir." The older gentleman laughed through his nose looking Mac up and down as (Y/N) walked back into the house, her hips swaying as she took each step. "So...judging by your staring McReynolds, eyeing my little girl like some prize. You've already smitten with her" Glen's palms suddenly felt sweaty. "I can't deny sir, she's probably the most beautiful girl I've ever met. But unless she instigates anything I have no intention of pursuing it." Brian's intense eyes didn't budge from his green orbs. He sighed heavily shaking his head. "Get your boys out here." He ordered.

One by one the boys lined up almost like soldiers in the war shaking from fear. How could such a fun, happy girl come from the balls of such an intimidating, terrifying man? "I'm only gonna say this once boys." He growled pointing his scared fingers at each boy as they gulped. "If my daughter comes home pregnant by one of you sad sacks. I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your empty skulls. I don't care what you think you can pursue here but without my permission, it Ain’t gonna end up being anything." The group quickly nodded their heads with force almost in sync, Glen recognising her father used his own words against him. "Okay Dad I think it's time you go!" as (Y/N) finally joined them outside, she grabbed hold of her dad's arm pulling him back towards his van.

The morning had gone quickly for (Y/N). The planks of woods the boys, fearfully brought in for her had all been set in place and the overworked girl wiped the sweat off her forehead. The boys had decided to take their fun outside hoping to keep out of her way until she needed help. "I'll bet you 10 bucks." Glen and Nesbit had once again set themselves up with a bet, involving an axe and a baseball. "Ten bucks?" Glen questioned taking a swig of his beer. "Yeah. Ten bucks." He picked up the axe tapping the blade along his trainer. "You wanna go... That's steep for you. Best out of three. So, I gotta get two?" the captain started walking back keeping his distance for a good swing. "Yeah, Mac, two." As he readied his axe exposing more of his toned stomach, (Y/N) walked outside wiping her wet face with a towel. Glen watched her intensely; the droplets of sweat made her (S/C) skin shine like liquid gold. "Oh, man. I mean, this is gonna be fun." He snapped himself out of his trance focusing on his teammate. "This is gonna be very fun, Nesbit." He smirked. To him, it was his chance to impress the girl he was drooling over.

"Come on. Come on, Mr Axe. Strong Man." Nesbit grabbed hold of a baseball swinging his arm in preparation. "Anytime," Glen spoke aiming the axe above his neck. Nes’s hand finally left the ball. It moved quickly towards Mac, but he didn't seem fazed by the speed. He swung the axe just as (Y/N) focused on the bet in motion. The ball quickly split into two, almost perfectly in half. "Fuck. I don't believe what I just fucking saw." Brumley looked down at the fallen pieces in shock. "You know how strong you'd have to be to do that?" Kenny replied. (Y/N) picked up the closest piece to her looking at each layer to the ball not realising Glen had joined her with the other piece. He slowly laced his hand with her own placing the second piece in hers. She quickly looked up towards him, his forest green eyes looking deep into her own (E/C) ones. For a split second, he thought she looked down at his lips but brushed it off as a change in the light. Before anything else could be attempted from the baseball player, (Y/N) snapped from their staring contest being alerted to a voice calling to her. "Hey (Y/N) could I borrow you for a sec," Jake asked, the (H/C) haired woman followed the freshman placing both slices of the ball into her pockets. Glen has left in the middle of the path an annoyed expression slapped on his face. "Damn bro, you were eye fucking her." Nesbit chuckled slapping his captain on the back. "Fucking pitcher's gonna get it when she leaves." He groaned.

Jake and (Y/N) sat down in Willoughby's van drinking the beers they had picked up on the way. "Do you know the auburn-haired girl in 307 I think she does drama or something creative?" he asked. "Beverly? Yes, why?" The freshman took a long gulp of beer before continuing. "I want to get to know her, but I don't want to come off as creepy you know?" the landlord sighed heavily drinking her drink thinking. "Well, she's a performing arts student so something creative would work." The two were silent for a moment listening to the groups enjoying the evening sun. As they did Glen looked over watching her lick her lips tasting beer. He listened in on their conversation. He knew he shouldn't be, but he was jealous. He wanted her attention. He wanted to talk to her. "I've got it. since you know where she lives... creep. Draft a poem on a piece of paper with your number on it. tape it to her door with some flowers on it. not a full bouquet just some light flowers like daisies or something. a sweet gesture without looking like a creepy secret stalker." Jake nodded his head taking the idea into mind before smiling heavily. "That sounds perfect. Thanks. I'm guessing you would want that for yourself." She shook her head lightly finishing her bottle.

"I'm not sure what I want to be honest. I've only ever dated one guy and he cheated and the girl I was sleeping with was more of a friend-with-benefits thing rather than a relationship. shows how much I know about this stuff." She placed her beer down on the grass under the van as Glen stepped closer to listen in. "what happened if you don't mind me asking." Jake looked up towards his captain realising he was eavesdropping and smiled. "He wanted sex almost every night it got too much. So, when he couldn't get it from me, he got it from someone else. I woke up one morning with a note calling me a prude and he started fucking a cheerleader. that was in freshman year." Jake's eyes blew up at the store, and Mac's as well. It explained a lot about her like her cheeks blushing at the conversation with Perkins or calling Finn a sex pest. But it didn't make sense to him why she was happy to be around him, knowing his reputation. "Damn that's fucking awful." He huffed and finished his drink as well. "What do you think of McReynolds? He seems to like you a lot." The pitcher turned towards Glen with a light wink. "I don't know. he's cute and very attractive. but I want something more than just a good fuck and an empty bed when I wake up. you guys don't exactly have a reputation for romance and faithfulness" Jake nodded his head in agreement twisting his body to face McReynolds. Maybe it was time to pack in the bachelor reputation like he had suggested to the boys last night. He never realised how much damage it was doing until now. He couldn't deny it was nice getting girls anywhere he went but now. It was finally coming to bite him in the ass.

"Just call her Mac, invite to her join us tonight." Jake had decided to help out (Y/N) as thanks for helping him. McReynolds wasn't exactly the man she wanted but he could sure try to be. The romance didn't come easy to him, opting out of the sex-first romance-later approach. "What would I fucking say, freshman. 'Hey (Y/N) I fucking like you. wanna join me tonight so I can show you I can be a man and give up the bachelor life." The captain mocked himself holding a handphone to his ear as he got ready for the sound machine. "Almost, just be honest. 'Hey (Y/N) I really like you and want to take you out tonight'." Glen rolled his eyes necking the last bottle before putting his cologne on and rubbing it into his hairy chest. "What are you doing?" he asked watching Tyrone rub the liquid onto his neck like perfume. "Putting it on." He muttered. "First time wearing cologne? Get it on there, man. Get it under your arms and on your chest. Don't just put it on your neck. Come on." Jake rolled his eyes towards the senior, ignoring his blatant attempt to hide his nervousness with smugness. "Trying to help you out, and you're gonna question me? Jesus. I'm telling you, man, chicks dig this shit. All right? Now you can come back here and do the five-knuckle shuffle all night if you want to. I don't really care." Before Glen left the room Jake pulled him back lightly earning a hard glare. "And that's why she won't think you’re serious about being with her Mac. She wants loyalty, a partner not a fuck buddy."

Glen marched himself back up to his room grabbing hold of the phone that had finally had a break from Beuter's constant use. He dialled her number left by the coach, praying for some sort of confidence boost. "Hello?" her angelic voice entered his ear drum pushing his smile upwards. "Good evening miss landlord." He smiled hearing her light laugh back. "Well, hello to you tenant." She giggled. "I know it’s short notice, but I want to hang out with you tonight. The boys are all going to the sound machine wanna join? I can get you so you're not walking up alone in the dark." He tried so hard to be as emotional as possible hoping the idea of his worry about her walking alone would help his case. "Like a date?" she questioned. "If that's okay with you?" he stuttered. Fuck he stuttered. "I'd like that, Glen." She smiled twirling the phone cord between her fingers. "Cool. I'll get to you at eight. Wear something cream." She bit her lips lightly agreeing and hanging up the phone before squealing into her pillow with excitement.

[rachelzeglerstyle]

Detroit Pistons v New York Knicks Game || November 30th, 2023.

Rachel Zegler wore the Zara ‘Draped Bodysuit’ (Sold Out) as well as a pair of EB Denim ‘Frederic Jeans’ ($380).

She carried the Tods ‘T Timeless Mini Shopping Bag’ ($3,345).

[devil-doll13]

I made a new Oc! I hope you all like him. He’s been sitting in my drafts for a while so I wanted to get his profile out. It’s still pretty rough and subject to change though. Anyway I present:

Maxwell “Max” Holt 🐺

Name: Maxwell Holt

Meaning: ‘Mack’s Stream’

Alias(es): Max, The Wolfman

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 24

D.O.B: December 13th

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Current Residence: A small but cozy bungalow. He lives in Downings, a small (fictional) town in Montana.

Occupation: Mechanic, maybe future Author?

Appearance Description: He is a young man who has fair skin, sky blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair down to his shoulders, with usually a bit of fuzz on his chin. he looks like a young James Hetfield

Style: Band/Fantasy/Sci-Fi Shirts, Tank Tops, Jeans, Denim/Leather Jackets, High Top Sneakers/Boots, The Occasional Flannel, basically like if he time travelled from the 80s lol

Height: 6,0ft

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Notable Features: Wears glasses for reading. Quite a bit of body hair on his arms/legs/chest etc. He has a few ear piercings: mostly thin metal rings hanging from his earlobe. Jiggles his leg constantly. The cologne he wears unfortunately can’t really hide the smell of dog…

Personality: Friendly and enthusiastic, (although maybe not as much as he was when he was younger, before everything happened.) Kind and very loyal, manages to be quite intelligent with certain things and a himbo at the same time. Like he is sort of oblivious at times yknwim? Also a nerdy guy, likes to read a lot which surprises a lot of people, even more when they find out he’s a pretty good writer too! He’s passionate about stuff he likes. Sorta goofy too, likes to joke around and have fun! Stands somewhere between introvert and extrovert. He secretly has a darker side to him, though he speaks about it to no one, even those he trusts with knowledge of his lycanthropy. He’d rather ignore its existence altogether. His worst habit is definitely ignoring all his problems until they hopefully ‘go away.’

Likes: Dogs/Wolves, Bears, Motorcycles, Plaid, Denim, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, D&D, The Stars, The Sunset, Vinyls, Crowdsurfing, Rivers, Bacon, 80s/Retro Vibes

Dislikes: Animal Print (he thinks it looks a bit tacky), Broccoli, Silver, Formal Clothes, Littering, Spiders, The Full Moon/His Forced Transformations

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Playing Videogames, Playing Drums, Tinkering/Fixing Cars & Motorcycles

Rough Backstory

Tw: Death, Angst, sorta toxic friends/betrayal?

Max was born on a chilly December morning in Detroit, Michigan. He was the youngest of 3 brothers, and their working class status meant he tended to receive hand-me-downs a lot and depended a lot on his brother’s interests. His mother was a nurse and his father was a construction worker.

When Max was very young, his father got into a car accident and passed away from his injuries in the hospital. He was too young to remember much about his father at the time, but he did know his mother worked to the bone to provide for him and his brothers.

While he was an excitable kid, he was always the quietest of his brothers. He loved reading, generally fantasy and sci-fi books and always had the idea of writing his own stuff even from a young age. It didn’t take long for him to get involved in fandom in his teenage years, and he wrote for some time in online spaces. He also befriended some kids who he played d&d campaigns with for a good bit.

The brothers inherited their father’s music taste; classic rock and metal was the soundtrack to Max’s childhood and teenage years. He quickly became passionate about music and enjoyed playing drums the most. He ended up joining a metal band as well as a drummer.

He also got pretty good at taking apart cars and bikes, although he would nurture this talent more later on in life.

Max was 19 years old on the night when his life changed forever. He was travelling on a road-trip to go to a metal show with his friends and then girlfriend, having the time of his life. That night it was a full moon. He ended up separated from his friends, but he didn’t mind. He liked to stargaze. But then alone in the wilderness, he was attacked. All he remembered was it was huge and covered in fur, but he managed to escape with only a bite on his shoulder. He was rushed to a local hospital who assumed it was maybe a coyote or wolf, be he swore it was more than just a normal animal. Despite this, he tried his best to continue on as normal, both for himself and to not worry his friends and girlfriend. They insisted it was nothing, so he felt pressured to do so.

However Max started to experience changes he couldn’t explain. No matter how he tried to ignore it, it kept creeping up on him. Particularly the physical changes he was getting, he felt his sense of smell and hearing especially become very heightened.

The first transformation Max had he thought he just had a hangover. His memories were so fuzzy, he wasn’t sure why he was (he assumed he was) getting blackout drunk but it was the only explanation he could think of. The disappearances from last night on the news didn’t connect to him, surely they couldn’t be related anyway? He kept on ignoring the strange feelings he was getting as well.

Eventually this caught up to him and his friends and girlfriend discovered he was a werewolf who had been behind the killings. They struggled to fight him in his lycanthrope transformation and eventually defeated him, leaving him for dead. They believed they killed and buried him, but he was actually still alive. He woke up confused and very disoriented, only remembering some time afterwards what had actually happened to him. But by then it was too late.

For maybe a year and a half he spent in a limbo, terrified of himself and of his transformations. Every full moon he would have to find a place to chain himself up to prevent himself from getting out of control again. His previous skills in fixing up cars and motorcycles became useful and he got a lot better at it, using them to get himself around. He had a hard time holding down a job or really sustaining any sort of stable lifestyle.

This was until he met Jack Silver, an older lycanthrope. The older man sort of took Max under his wing and taught him not to be so afraid anymore. It was the fear that made it worse, instead he had to accept it. Once he learned to do that, Max began to heal again. At some point he started working as a mechanic in Montana and has kept it up for a few years. He’s pretty good at it, and the income allowed him to settle down in a small trailer and support himself.

It’s been difficult for Max to drag himself out of the dark place he’d been in, but he’s been working toward essentially restarting his life. Of course, despite this he is still a lycanthrope at the end of the day. He’s still got blood on his hands. And Max and found himself becoming far more comfortable with that fact. Accepting it. So now and again there are times when certain people still go missing on the news…

Fun Facts

His favourite book (series) is Lord Of The Rings

His favourite film is a difficult choice between Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope and Terminator 1

His favourite bands are Metallica, Dio, KISS, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden and Ozzy Osbourne

His favourite colours are blue, red and yellow

His favourite food is pizza (bacon and pepperoni)

His favourite drink is beer

Due to his Lycanthropy he’s gained a few… quirks even in human form. For one thing the very heightened sense of smell, and to a lesser extent hearing. Next is the extra body hair, which only grows back if he tries to get rid of it. His nails get long/sharp quickly if he doesn’t stay on top of them. He has sharp little canines too.

Max always loved dogs, but now he sort of has an innate connection with them. It’s the same with wolves too, although there aren’t many about in the wild anymore. He’s found himself becoming quite passionate about wildlife conservation now as he’s learned this. It helps that he lives closer to nature now.

He absolutely was/is a part of fandom and writes fanfics of his own. Mostly Star Wars because Luke Skywalker is like a self-insert for him lmao (blonde hair, blue eyes?)

Max now has his own book on the go, although it’s more of a collection of manuscripts so far. He has a lot of other things to occupy his mind, but he definitely still has his times where he’s obsessed with his writing and can be seen at his laptop focusing hard.

He’s lived in the city for most of his life as a child and teenager, but he actually prefers being close to nature now. He likes being able to see the stars better with less light pollution, and it’s just a lot safer for everyone with his werewolf transformations and all that.

Speaking of, he can control his werewolf form and transformations more now, and doesn’t suffer from memory issues anymore. Now he can actually transform and go back to being human at will, but the full moon still forces him to do so regardless. It can still be difficult to control his wild impulses at times though. That’s when he goes into the forest and just lets loose. It is always a pain the next day of course.

Max’s ‘victims’ are typically not good people, and generally men. It’s sort of been hard to admit to himself that there’s a certain hunger he has as a Werewolf that only killing can satisfy, so he chooses those that would probably be better off dead in his eyes.

He still hasn’t dared to contact his family or friends from his ‘past life’ so it’s an uncomfortable subject.

Max can play a bit of guitar too but he’s better at the drums by far.

His current vehicle is a motorcycle he picked up and fixed himself. He’s pretty proud of it! It’s definitely his baby lmao.

I literally heard Bark At The Moon and based his whole character concept off of that LMAO

He deserves the best this is a FACT

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood)

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Read-Alike Recommendations: Daisy Jones & the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Mary Jane by Jessica Anya Blau

In 1970s Baltimore, fourteen-year-old Mary Jane loves cooking with her mother, singing in her church choir, and enjoying her family’s subscription to the Broadway Show Tunes of the Month record club. Shy, quiet, and bookish, she’s glad when she lands a summer job as a nanny for the daughter of a local doctor. A respectable job, Mary Jane’s mother says. In a respectable house.

The house may look respectable on the outside, but inside it’s a literal and figurative mess: clutter on every surface, IMPEACHMENT: Now More Than Ever bumper stickers on the doors, cereal and takeout for dinner. And even more troublesome (were Mary Jane’s mother to know, which she does not): The doctor is a psychiatrist who has cleared his summer for one important job—helping a famous rock star dry out. A week after Mary Jane starts, the rock star and his movie star wife move in.

Over the course of the summer, Mary Jane introduces her new household to crisply ironed clothes and a family dinner schedule, and has a front-row seat to a liberal world of sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll (not to mention group therapy). Caught between the lifestyle she’s always known and the future she’s only just realized is possible, Mary Jane will arrive at September with a new idea about what she wants out of life, and what kind of person she’s going to be.

Songs in Ursa Major by Emma Brodie

The year is 1969, and the Bayleen Island Folk Fest is abuzz with one name: Jesse Reid. Tall and soft-spoken, with eyes blue as stone-washed denim, Jesse Reid's intricate guitar riffs and supple baritone are poised to tip from fame to legend with this one headlining performance. That is, until his motorcycle crashes on the way to the show.

Jane Quinn is a Bayleen Island local whose music flows as naturally as her long blond hair. When she and her bandmates are asked to play in Jesse Reid's place at the festival, it almost doesn't seem real. But Jane plants her bare feet on the Main Stage and delivers the performance of a lifetime, stopping Jesse's disappointed fans in their tracks: A star is born.

Jesse stays on the island to recover from his near-fatal accident and he strikes up a friendship with Jane, coaching her through the production of her first record. As Jane contends with the music industry's sexism, Jesse becomes her advocate, and what starts as a shared calling soon becomes a passionate love affair. On tour with Jesse, Jane is so captivated by the giant stadiums, the late nights, the wild parties, and the media attention, that she is blind-sided when she stumbles on the dark secret beneath Jesse's music. With nowhere to turn, Jane must reckon with the shadows of her own past; what follows is the birth of one of most iconic albums of all time.

The Final Revival of Opal & Nev by Dawnie Walton

Opal is a fiercely independent young woman pushing against the grain in her style and attitude, Afro-punk before that term existed. Coming of age in Detroit, she can’t imagine settling for a 9-to-5 job—despite her unusual looks, Opal believes she can be a star. So when the aspiring British singer/songwriter Neville Charles discovers her at a bar’s amateur night, she takes him up on his offer to make rock music together for the fledgling Rivington Records.

In early seventies New York City, just as she’s finding her niche as part of a flamboyant and funky creative scene, a rival band signed to her label brandishes a Confederate flag at a promotional concert. Opal’s bold protest and the violence that ensues set off a chain of events that will not only change the lives of those she loves, but also be a deadly reminder that repercussions are always harsher for women, especially black women, who dare to speak their truth.

Decades later, as Opal considers a 2016 reunion with Nev, music journalist S. Sunny Shelton seizes the chance to curate an oral history about her idols. Sunny thought she knew most of the stories leading up to the cult duo’s most politicized chapter. But as her interviews dig deeper, a nasty new allegation from an unexpected source threatens to blow up everything.

The Animators by Kayla Rae Whitaker 

In the male-dominated field of animation, Mel Vaught and Sharon Kisses are a dynamic duo, the friction of their differences driving them: Sharon, quietly ambitious but self-doubting; Mel, brash and unapologetic, always the life of the party. Best friends and artistic partners since the first week of college, where they bonded over their working-class roots and obvious talent, they spent their twenties ensconced in a gritty Brooklyn studio. Working, drinking, laughing. Drawing: Mel, to understand her tumultuous past, and Sharon, to lose herself altogether.

Now, after a decade of striving, the two are finally celebrating the release of their first full-length feature, which transforms Mel’s difficult childhood into a provocative and visually daring work of art. The toast of the indie film scene, they stand at the cusp of making it big. But with their success come doubt and destruction, cracks in their relationship threatening the delicate balance of their partnership. Sharon begins to feel expendable, suspecting that the ever-more raucous Mel is the real artist. During a trip to Sharon’s home state of Kentucky, the only other partner she has ever truly known—her troubled, charismatic childhood best friend, Teddy—reenters her life, and long-buried resentments rise to the surface, hastening a reckoning no one sees coming.

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Heyy

Any plot ideas stirring up? Any wips you’re excited to show? (Snippets please ♥️)

Babe, you are TOO SWEET TO ME. 💙✨

So besides finishing The Pig and the Fox (which I swear I’m a few paragraphs from finishing this draft cause my god this chapter is more like two but I can’t be bothered to split it)…I have some WIPs where there’s only segments written and not full story/plot.

A supernatural AU.

The room was fuller than you’d like. Including you, there were four people crammed in the smallest leftover interrogation room to discuss a topic of sensitive nature. It was a clown car of officials: the mayor, the captain of Detroit Police Department, their Lieutenant and you, an ambassador for the supernatural, all crowded around a desk meant for two.

And of course the twins, Connor and Sixty as menaces in a human AU. This one I have more linear notes on cause it’s all vibes/no plot/everything’s building up to filth.

When asked, they’d say the best part of being a twin was sharing things. Clothes, interests, a life. Even better was that neither of the Anderson boys minded it. They thrived on the attention, benefited from it in differing ways. Girls, boys, anyone their age was infatuated with their dashing good looks. Between Connor’s gentle, heartwarming charm, tidy appearance and Sixty’s endlessly playful, fun energy and his bad boy denim jacket and white shirt style, they were irresistible. 

There are other WIPs but they’re messy notes/TBD if I’d pursue them:

Hades/Persephone twist with Nines/Reader

Boy band AU (with separate one/two shots for each of the deviant hunter RKs)

Another skater Sixty, human AU as an alternate/expansion of that same Boy Next Door vibe cause I can’t get enough of him.

Finally finishing off TBND with Markus cause I’ve always meant to write his story.

1000 nights meets bodyguard/caretaker with Nines with two endings (tragic/happy)

The maybe list is a Fae AU, a Little Mermaid type scenario and some miscellaneous filth scenarios.

[ioannemos]

tagged by @ohhgingersnaps

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

i am that photographs shitpost with wips ("wips? i don't have any wips i- *thousands of wips fall out of my pockets* wh- no i'm just holding these for a friend-" etc) so i'm going to limit it to, eh, ten? and i took out the three wips i'm working on with @morfinwen

nyctophobia // the man from uncle

Nobody Wants to Be Here // prodigal son

Manifest // au of an au founded on characters from detroit: become human

the day that i'm forgotten // the chestnut man (mark hess my beloved...)

Howling // mindhunter

getaway // stargate: atlantis au

silence like darkness // stargate: atlantis

The Dancer // mindhunter au

Victors // prospect

build a city // the batman

i tag @morfinwen, @mirainawen, @sunheart, and uh anyone else who a. writes fanfic b. wants to talk about it and/or c. regularly wears jeans (denim wearers unite!)