#he still drinks moderately ok

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I need s3 to feature a party scene with Wille joining some drinking games but only filling his glass with soda and then when the boys start shooing and booing at him he just laughs and goes "shut up, I promised my bf I wouldn't get drunk tonight"

[jester089]

Not a peep

Sorry to all my unfinished requests sitting in my inbox. I will do them eventually. But their's so many character type requests and those take the most out of me because I need to really think. So I'm taking an intermission to write what I want to write. TADC Crew x Eerily Silent Reader

Caine

You never talking or making any kind of noise intrigues Caine. He has never met a human that never talks, non the less never makes any noise at all. He will most likely try to get you to say something or set up scenarios where you trip and knock something over. But they never work. You either notice them before hand. Or are able to think fast enough to stop any noise. Once he's over the initial want to disrupt your constant silence he doesn't really think of you differently. You're unique sure but you're still human.

Gangle

You freak Gangle tf out. The fact that you kind of just appear without her knowing. Or you could have been standing near her for minutes her not knowing. It makes her think you're going to do something bad to her like Jax. You never talk, or emote. Your face always unchanging. After enough time of you doing nothing good nor bad to her she starts to get used to you. You still make her uncomfortable but the fact that you haven't done anything makes her not as worried. She still isn't ok with the fact that you kind of just are around her and she doesn't know. But with enough time she will react less strongly to it. It'll never not scare her. But it can be lessened.

Zooble

Zooble appreciates you. You don't do anything to help or hinder her. You don't annoy her or try to talk to her. You are the only person she will willingly let into her room. And she stays true to that. Because when you are with her you don't touch things and don't make noise. You just exist near her. She doesn't like people. But you give her some much needed connection and attachment without pushing her like everyone else. She will secretly try and make you talk, but she never goes as far as a lot of the others. It's most just a "Hey, you feel like getting something to eat?" Just basic questions thinking you might slip up one of these times.

Kinger

Kinger surprisingly doesn't dislike you. You'd think with how jumpy he is with normal people he would really hate your quiet nature but he doesn't. Sure you scare him more often then not but he knows you are never trying to. You just exist in a way that works for you and that leads to everyone getting jump scared every other hour. You seem really mentally stable compared to everyone and not surprisingly are a very good listener. So he enjoys being around you. In moderation. It's hard to keep up conversation without any responses or even reactions from the person you're talking to. It's like talking to a living breathing inanimate object that moves. He's genuinely debating on if you're a robot or not. But your chest rises and falls just like his, you eat, drink, sleep (despite not having to), and move in a very human way.

Ragatha

At first like many others you, freak her out. She feels like you're planning something bad with how you never talk or interact. You just observe. She feels like you're gathering information to better mess with/kill everyone. It makes her sweat and get all stiff when you're so much as in the same room as her. It takes her a whole lot of time to realize you aren't hostile. You aren't really friendly either. You're just there. She appreciates you not being bad. But also you're unnerving to her and everyone else. You know when you scare someone and they "jump"? Well when you just appear next to her she jumps, literally. One time she was already on edge then you appeared next to her, she got a good foot off the ground that time.

Jax

Naturally once meeting you Jax does everything he physically can to make you talk, or react, or make any kind of sound. He always fails no matter how good his "prank" was. It annoys him. One time you got hit in the face with a full paint bucket and you didn't react or cry out in pain. You took the hit straight in the nose then hit the floor. Despite that and your nose being caved in you didn't react in the slightest and you didn't make even the smallest sound. Now he avoids you. He's scared that if he keeps pushing you're going to snap and kill him. And I don't know about you but I wouldn't mess with someone who can take a full paint bucket to the face, get their nose broken and not react at all.

Pomni

You initially freaked out Pomni but she's actually learned to really appreciate you. You still make her slightly uncomfortable but she isn't afraid of you like she used to be. You are an amazing listener, you are surprisingly strong considering how you look, you keep Jax away from her, and you help her look for an exit. Well help is a strong word. You just exist around her and every now and again when she asks for your help with something you do. She really wonders if you are just like that or getting put into the digital realm messed with your head somehow. But she can't worry about that now. Right now she needs to find a way out of here.

(You can kinda tell when I am or am-n't writing for myself. Personal stuff is usually shorter and worse quality. I go above and beyond with requests because I want people to enjoy them. But that does make me get burned out quicker.)

xoxo, Jester

[spiteless-xo]

3 and 122 with geto 🙈

yay another geto request, ty anon 🥰 i am a little bit tipsy atm (i had a beer w dinner and apparently it's hitting me hard???) so apologies in advance if there's more mistakes than usual

list of prompts ⋆ masterlist

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 3 & 122. “Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?” “Look how good you take it.”

ft. geto/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (drunk sex, semi-public sex, vaginal, tiny bit of choking), explicit language. 1,907 words.

bonus. art by @toxrez

"aw, sugu! your little girlfriend can't hold her liquor!"

"says the man who's been sipping on diet cokes all night."

"hey, what can i say? my body is a temple."

"oh, come on, don't give her such a hard time!"

it's hard to tell who's talking amongst the chatter at the bar and the haze in your mind from all of the alcohol. but you smile and laugh along when you see the others break out into giggles and geto's warm hand on your knee gives you a grounding squeeze.

when geto invited you out for drinks with his friends, you didn't really know what you were signing up for. geto was a moderate drinker, usually wine with dinner or a glass of whiskey before bed -- but shoko and utahime were party girls and gojo was a pusher.

"look! she's laughing!" gojo says, slamming his fist on the table to draw attention before pointing across at you. "uta, go order another round!"

"why do i have to do it?"

you try to follow their squabbling as the room spins around you but your breath catches in your throat when you smell geto's bold, cedar cologne and feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear.

"are you ok? you don't have to keep drinking."

"uh huh!" you say cheerfully, shooting him a lazy grin as you reach forward to grab a glass of water from the table.

he watches you in amusement, eyes crinkling as you bring the glass to your lips -- miss completely -- and then spill all over your shirt.

before you can even set the glass down, he has a handful of napkins and he's dabbing at your shirt. the water is icy cold and shocks away some of your drunken haze. you feel a flood of heat burn in your cheeks as you look around at geto's friends, embarrassed.

"shit, are you ok?" shoko asks and you try to wave her off.

"i'm ok, just a spill!" you say, grabbing some of the napkins from geto's hands to work on cleaning up the mess yourself.

she nods toward the bathrooms in the back of the bar. "they have one of those air dryers in there, you could use it to help dry off," she suggests before nodding toward geto. "smoke?"

"no, i'm gonna stay to help her clean off," geto says, still looking over at you with amusement as you try to dry yourself off.

"go hang out with your friends," you whisper, hoping that you're quiet enough that shoko doesn't catch the waver in your voice. "i'll be fine."

"i want to be with you," he insists, shooting another smile at shoko before she shrugs and walks off, cigarette already pursed between her lips.

"i'm going to the bathroom anyway, i'll be ok," you say. you stand up from your seat and geto mimicks the action.

"perfect, i'll come with you."

gojo howls from his seat at the table. "where are you going?"

you try to stumble out a response, but geto presses a warm hand on your lower back and guides you away from the table without a word. you can faintly hear utahime scolding gojo for being annoying before it's drowned out by the chatter of the bar.

"it's ok, suguru, i can clean myself off -- it's just water."

"i feel partially responsible," he admits, ducking his head to speak into your ear as he guides you to the bathrooms. "i should've warned you."

when the two of you walk down the hallway to the bathrooms, the loud music in the bar is immediately muffled. you let out a sigh of relief at the peace and quiet -- you hadn't realized how overwhelmed you were until you found yourself somewhere quiet.

along the hallway, there are several doors leading to single-occupant bathrooms with a small sink, toilet, and mirror. you duck into the nearest available room and find a little hand dryer in the back corner -- perfect for the water spill on your chest.

"take your shirt off, it will be easier."

you turn around in alarm when you hear the sounds of the bar disappear completely when geto closes the door behind him, leaning back against it as he looks down at you.

the room is small, there's barely enough room for you, let alone your six-foot-three boyfriend. you gulp nervously.

"i'm ok, suguru," you say again, but you grab the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it up over your head. "i don't need your help."

"what if i just want to take a break, too?" he hums, cocking his head to the side.

he watches you with careful, narrowed eyes as you hold your shirt over the fan. you palm at the button and a blast of air shoots out of the machine -- and you immediately drop your shirt.

with a huff, you snap at the hips to pick it up, bending over until your ass is pushing against geto's crotch. he makes a pleased grunt in response and settles both hands on your hips, holding you close even when you stand up tall.

"sorry," you breathe, turning your head to the side to look up at him as he holds you tight against his chest.

"don't apologize," he hums, and he lowers his head down until his lips meet yours.

he tastes like whiskey -- the warm oaky spice flooding your senses as his tongue brushes against yours. one hand slides up from your hip, over your breasts, until his large palm is wrapped around your throat.

you moan into his mouth as he gives you a small squeeze, his other hand dipping low between your thighs, and you can feel the warmth of his hand, even through your jeans.

"is this why you followed me in here?" you ask, breathless when he pulls away.

he smiles, eyes still closed from the kiss. "not entirely... but why waste an opportunity?"

"won't your friends notice we're gone?"

"probably."

"don't you care?"

"i only care about you, princess."

he dips forward again, capturing your lips in another deep kiss. he starts rubbing you firmly through your jeans and when you rock your hips against him, you can feel him hardening against your ass.

"just a quickie," he whispers into your mouth, and he guides you forward against the sink, sliding both hands back to your hips to spin you around to face him.

your chest heaves as you look up at him and you watch his gaze travel from your face to your exposed breasts, only clothed by the bra you put on earlier this evening. he bites his lip, sliding his hands up your waist until he's palming at your breasts, gently thumbing at your hardening nipples through the thin fabric.

"beautiful," he whispers, pulling your bra down to expose yourself to him, just as you hop up to sit on the edge of the sink. "beautiful."

he dips his head low, wrapping his lips around your pert nipple and tonguing at the bud softly as your hands reach down between your bodies. you fumble with his belt, unbuckling it slowly between stuttered gasps as your shoulders fall back into the mirror behind you.

undoing his button and sliding down his zipper, you slip your hand down the front of his jeans and palm at his cock. geto groans in satisfaction around your breast, pressing his hips forward for more as you rub him through his underwear.

he pulls away just enough for you to work on the button of your own jeans, slipping them down off your hips to your knees as geto pushes his down around his thighs.

grabbing your legs, he throws them both up over his shoulder, pushing you hard against the mirror and sliding his cock along your entrance.

"you ok?" he asks, looking down at you with hooded eyes and a dark flushed face.

admittedly, you're contorted into an awkward position, but you don't see any other way of getting this to work with geto in such a small room and the ache between your legs is too needy to be ignored at this point.

you brace your hands on the rim of the sink as he guides his cock between your folds, pushing gently at your entrance until he slides inside.

geto groans from deep in his chest as you gasp at the intrusion, pussy squeezing around him tightly as he rocks his hips into you. you watch the muscles in his jaw twitching as he clenches his jaw, eyes fluttering as he pushes deeper and deeper.

"you ok?" you ask in a breathless pant and he shifts his gaze from where you two meet, up to your face.

"always," he smiles, face softening as he looks at you.

"quickie, remember," you say and he nods.

he thrusts fully into you, then, and the feeling of being filled has you gasping out. you throw your head back, slamming into the mirror with a dull thunk! as geto's hips shift against you -- pulling back before slamming forward again.

he groans, one palm pressed into the mirror beside your head while the other holds your legs in place on his broad shoulder. "shit," he hisses, "you feel so good."

you can only offer him a whimper in response, feeling the head of his cock hitting that soft spongey wall of your cunt. you scrunch your eyes shut, brows furrowed as you bite at your lip, trying desperately to hold back from screaming out his name.

his hips slap against your thighs with every thrust and you can feel your gut tightening, heat flooding between your thighs as your orgasm builds.

"fuck," he moans, his voice slipping into a velvety purr. "i wish you could see this -- see how good you take me."

you nod, biting at your lip as you struggle to hold back your moans, listening to geto's voice as it fills the small space.

"making my cock so wet -- squeezing me so tight -- that's my girl, taking me so fucking well."

your head falls forward into your chest with a choked sob when you cum, squeezing impossibly tighter around him as your pussy flutters through the waves of your orgasm. he moans in approval, fucking you harder and sending jolts of electricity through your body.

"that's it -- cum for me," he grunts, leaning forward to speak into your ear. "your legs are shaking, princess -- does it feel that good?"

"suguru," you gasp, hands slipping from the sink and reaching up to grab fistfuls of his shirt.

geto presses forward, bending you in half and pushing you into the mirror as he fucks you deeper. he groans in your ear, pressing his forehead against you as he nears his release -- you notice that he's shaking, too.

with a gasping groan, he pushes his hips flush against you. you can feel each twitch of his cock as he cums deep inside of you. his hand balling into a tight fist against the mirror as he pants against your ear.

the two of you hardly have time to catch your breath before you're startled by a pounding fist against the door.

"suguwu!" calls a voice from the other side. "are you two done fucking? the girls want to go to the club, let's go!"

geto pulls away just enough to look down at you, face scrunched into an embarrassed frown. you giggle in response.

[a-998h]

Hi! can I please request the Stardust Crusaders with a male! heavy metal musician! reader?

He's a travelling musician that's currently on tour in Egypt and he knows how to put on a good show if needed! He writes songs based on the things he's encountered along the way, including enemies. He would eventually write songs about the Crusaders themselves out of respect lol

Reader's Stand looks like this: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/130616--papa_emeritus.jpg?20160307170637

Stand Name: 「YEAR ZERO」

(idk what its ability would be, but one thing I know for sure, it's terrifying as much as very exciting to see)

Stand Name: 「YEAR ZERO」

Stand User: Reader

Stand Ability: Using a the beat user's heart beat, the user put the target in psychedelic hypnotic state. This state is maintained until the target is out of range or the user can't keep a high heart rate.

Activation Condition: User increasing their heart rate

Limit: The user is able to be effected by the stand ability.

Range: 37m

Power: A

Speed: E

Range: C

Durability: B

Precision: E

Potential: C

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How did you join the Crusaders? You were an moderately famous heavy metal musician. The type that people try to gatekeep and that would be picked up by the 2000s goth crowd. You were used to a few fan mail packages, but one from a fan in Egypt was a shock. It was a pendant with a cool golden arrow design, and I'm sure you can see where this is going.

yeah, you get Year Zero. At first you just have fun messing around with it and giving you and your audience and extra fun concert experience. This leads you to touring in Egypt, and having a passionate night with a tall, muscular blonde man, Dio, and never seeing him again.

The Crusaders meet you due to Steely Dan name dropping you after getting beaten to a pulp. Your appearance makes them a tad weary, not really knowing if you were on Dio's side or not.

"Hello, are you mr.Reader?" Avdol asks.

"Yeah, I'm the man you're looking for," you greet with a warm smile.

Yeah, they learn pretty quickly the most interaction you've had with Dio is a bit of stand arrow in a necklace and having a one night stand with him. They ignore that last part for their own sakes, especially Jotaro and Joseph as technically the body is Johnathan's.

Now, they have a new crew member that has had sex with the raging bisexual vampire in Johnathan's body, and who also writes songs.

📷Joseph📷

📷 Your appearance makes him think you'll be like Jotaro, so your friendliness shocks him

📷 As an old man and he's vaugly aware of heavy metal, so he'll try and share his own favorite music with you

📷 Knowing the thing about rockstars and drugs, he's always worried about your habits

📷 Finds your music a way to lighten up this horribly depressing journey

📷 The first time he sees your Stand in action, oh wow

📷 One, he thinks your Stand looks and has badass powers

📷 Two, he has to make sure you're not gonna give yourself a heart attack

📷 After beating an enemy, he sees you writing in a notebook

Joseph "Whatcha ya doing, kid?" Reader "Writing a song about the werido we just beat,"

📷 Just gives you and "ok, have fun" and a thumbs up

📷 Would beg to hear you sing all the time

📷 Asks you about what it's like being a rockstar

📷 He makes sure you don't get anywhere near alcohol

📷 Gets ready worried when he sees you under the effect if your own stand

📷 Thinks you're drunk or high and is freaking out

📷 When you explain it to him, he scolds you like he's your grandpa

📷 While your style of music might not be his thing, he'll still support you

📷 Makes sure you're drinking enough water

📷 Really likes it when you share the songs you've written during the journey

📷 He tries his best to at least try your music

📷 Will scare off anyone who talks smack about your or your music

📷 Helps you keep the crazy fans away, he also worries about you when he meets any of these crazy fans

📷 Avoids the topic of you and Dio having a one night stand, it's never brought up

📷 He is super uncomfortable with the thought, and I mean, who could blame him

📷 At most will buy a piece of your merch in support

📷 Makes sure you don't drink too much caffeine in a vain to try and use your stand effectively

📷 As he sees you writing songs, he makes sure you're getting real sleep

📷 When you tell him about all your crazy tour stories, he gets worried for you

📷 Learning how you got your Stand makes him wonder, did Dio want you on his side?

📷 He's surprised that you never got a fleshbub

📷 When you tell him Dio tried, but your Stand kicked in accidentally so that you got away, he's impressed and confused

📷 Yeah, he gets a bit more paranoid about what happens to you

📷 Back in America, he looks for any piece of your merchandise or album

⭐️Jotaro⭐️

⭐️ Ignores you, especially because... ew, this is the guy who slept with the enemy who is using he's great grandpa's body

⭐️ Your goth like appearance doesn't phase him

⭐️ He is kind of annoyed by your somewhat overly chipper attitude

⭐️ Due to his intimidating presence, he thought you'd be scared

⭐️ When you tell him about the other metal artists you've met, he realizes you'll never be that scared of him

⭐️ Everytime you write a new song, he just let's you be

⭐️ If anyone ever brings up you having a one night stand, he gives them a look of death

⭐️When you tell him Dio tried, but your Stand kicked in accidentally so that you got away, he just stares at you

⭐️ Grabs you by the back of your shirt if you even look at any form of alcohol

⭐️ Calls you a dumbass and does his best to keep you from doing stupid things to raise your heart rate

⭐️ Will act like he'll never try your music, but he will try your music

⭐️ If it is his type of music, he might plan to buy CD back in Japan

⭐️ His serious demeanor makes it a little hard for you two to get along

⭐️ When he sees what you have to do for your Stand power to work, he thinks you're crazy

⭐️ His worry comes more from actions than words

⭐️ Watching you be under the effects of your own stand is an... experience

⭐️ He doesn't really question it when your writing in your notebook

Jotaro "Oi, what are you doing?" Reader "I'm writing a song about our experience with the werid gambler dude."

⭐️ Kind of peaks over at your notebook, to see what songs you're writing

⭐️ Is annoyed by your crazy fans, because some of them start trying to flirt with him

⭐️ You two kind of bond with music, even if it's not yours

⭐️ You might be the gateway for him to listen to bands he'll really like

⭐️ Might by a CD or some piece of merchandise

⭐️ After SDC, he'll keep something relating to you

⭐️ If he does like your music after SDC, he'll listen to the songs on repeat

⭐️ post SDC, he might share some of your music with the Duwang gang and teenage Jolyne

🍒Kakyoin🍒

🍒 Gives you a werid look

🍒 When he sees you in the stage makeup when he first meets you, he thinks you're a bit crazy

🍒 Once you're apart of the group, he sees you're just a dude

🍒 Is probably not a heavy metal fan, but he won't judge you

🍒 Asks you about your crazy tour stories

🍒 When the group learns how you got your Stand and how you met Dio, just stares

🍒 Tries his hardest to ignore the werid information he just learned

🍒 When he learns you only got away because your Stand kicked in accidentally so that you got away

🍒 He's just so confused

🍒 Even if you can legally buy alcohol, he uses Hierophant Green to keep you away from the stuff

🍒 Is fine with you using caffeine to raise your heart rate to make your Stand effective, but he'll keep you from causing caffeine to make your heart explore

🍒 He will at least try your music, even if it isn't his usual type of music

🍒 Will look for any piece of your merchandise or a CD

🍒 Finds your presence welcoming for the group

🍒 Might encourage you to sing as a way to lighten the groups mood

🍒 When you're writing songs about the group's experiences, he just smiles

🍒 Might ask you to sing one of these songs

🍒 While he's in the hospital, he might listen to any of your music to feel better

🍒 You two share music with each

🍒 While in the hospital, your crazy stories make him feel better

🍒 Your crazy fans make him really worry for your safety

🍒 He gets worried you will give yourself an accidental heart attack

🍒 Thinsk your Stand looks a bit creepy, but it fits your vibe well

🍒 Gets a little unnerved watching your Stand in action on another person or yourself

🍒 Might ask you for style advice, only when hell freezes over

🍒 Likes learning about the crazy stuff you've done on tour

🍒 Might teach you some Japanese kanji

🍒 Will share some Japanese bands with you

🇫🇷Polnareff🇫🇷

🇫🇷 Finds your appearance very strange

🇫🇷 Once he sees you're a normal guy, he'll chil out a bit

🇫🇷 The moment he learns about your one night stand with Dio, he's laughing his ass off

🇫🇷 Wants to ask you what Dio was like in bed, but the death glares of everyone else stop him

🇫🇷 When he learns that your Stand kicked in accidentally, which stopped you from getting a fleshbud... he has so many questions

🇫🇷 He'll mostly ask about your crazy stories from being on tour

🇫🇷 Share some French bands with you

🇫🇷 Heavy metal isn't exactly his type of must, he seems like a classic rock kind of man

🇫🇷 Might give you hair styling tips

🇫🇷 When he learns how your Stand works, he keeps an eye on you

🇫🇷 He won't be as overbearing about limiting your alcohol and caffeine, but he's still cautious

🇫🇷 Begs you to write a song about him

🇫🇷 Tries to sing along with you during resting points

🇫🇷 Might write a song with you to cope about the memories of Sherry

🇫🇷 Teaches you a bit of French

🇫🇷 Might try to share some flirting skills and pickup lines

🇫🇷 Gets a little concerned when you tell him about your crazy fans

🇫🇷 The first time he sees Uear Zero in action, he's in shock

🇫🇷 Thinks Year Zero looks cool and has an awesome power

🇫🇷 Worried for your health due to using Year Zero

🇫🇷 Once he reaches France, he definitely buys a piece of your merchandise and a CD

🇫🇷 While in Italy, he looks for anything relating to you and your music

🇫🇷 Will try and go to a concert if you're nearby to his location

🇫🇷 As a turtle, he'll demand Giorno play your music

🇫🇷 Your music brings him good and hunting memories

🔥Avdol🔥

🔥 Knows you're normal under the stage stuff

🔥 He is in shock over learning your night with Dio

🔥 Will never bring it up, as it's very uncomfortable for him to think about

🔥 When you say your Stand helped you get away, he know wonders what it does

🔥 The most strict about not doing anything that could give yourself a heart attack

🔥 Willing to listen to your music, even if it's not his favorite

🔥 Asks about your time in Egypt, and what you've seen on tour

🔥 Your stories of crazy fans makes him worried for your safety

🔥 When he sees you under the effects of Year Zero, he really thinks you're high

🔥 The more he learns about your life on tour, the more respect and fear he has for you

🔥 Teaches you about the tarot and such

🔥 Watching Year Zero in action is an interesting experience for Avdol

🔥 Teaches you ways to better control your stand

🔥 Is happy whenever you sing a song you've written

🔥 Finds it nice that you write songs about the experiences you've lived through with the Crusaders

🔥 Keeps you from having to much caffeine so you heart doesn't give out

🔥 Also shares his favorite music with you

🔥 Would definitely look for a small piece of your merchandise to remind himself of you

____________________________________________________

The journey has ended, only Polnareff, you, Joseph, and Jotaro are going home. Reflecting on everything that just happened, the victories, the loses, and the in betweens you've experienced, causes you to take pause.

You pull out your notebook, writing lyrics without thinking. This is a song that it'll either be heard by many, or the only four in this train car. But, you've made three promises tonight, reach America, France, and Japan.

As you write, your gaze is sometimes pulled away from the pages and towards the setting sun, it's a bittersweet moment. The sunset was something of great beauty, the kind you share with loved ones, but you know there are three loved ones of yours, who'll never see the sun rise agian. You keep writing, desperate to never let the memories of those who gave up their lives to fight Dio and the experiences you all shared. You don't stop when your hand hurts, or when your stomach growls. Desperation is the driving force behind this song, desperate to honor those you called your friends.

Weeks go by, you keep your promises. You go to France, America, and Japan. You perform the song you wrote that evening while in the train car. It's how you cope, your music becomes a way to move on from what happened, and how knows, maybe you'll be in Japan and American agian, and maybe head somewhere new, like Italy, someday. You want to see old friends, and make new ones in other places.

An ankh necklace charm, cherry earrings, and a paw print bracelet charm with an I in the center, a reminder of those 50 days and the friends you lost. Your songs let the world know Iggy, Noriaki Kakyoin, and Muhammad Avdol are not forgotten.

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

ok i know you haven’t written possessive price yet and i genuinely can’t remember what i wrote in the ask and i feel like i’m gonna write the same thing but the roles are switched but idc…but imagine possessive sunshine!reader…like price is a good looking dude and imagine he gets hit on at marissa’s bar IN FRONT OF THE READER AND/OR MARISSA and price is doing his best at trying to get the last away from him but she just won’t fuck off

Soulmate Sour

Summary; When someone flirts with Price you take it into your own hands to let them know he's off the market.

Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot 

Word; 3.2k

Warnings; alcohol consumption (drink in moderation), possessiveness, hints at suggestive themes

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: so I adjusted this just slightly but the main parts are still there, hope you enjoy nonnie<3

You chat with Johnny, his left arm slung behind Marissa on the couch's backrest. Meanwhile, your friend is talking to Kyle. For once, you aren't at the Pearl. Marissa decided to close her place earlier for your group to enjoy a night out where she could join in. Perks of being the owner and controlling closing times, as she said.

It's still early for a Friday, only 9 p.m. There were two more hours before the pub you'd find your way to closed.

It was a much more traditional place than Marissa's. Dark, gloomy, food-to-the-drinks kind of place that half of the population would stop by on their way home from work. And your company wasn't entirely different.

Tonight wasn't a return-from-deployment night. It was a simple get-together after work that John asked if you wanted to tag along to, Johnny having done the same to Marissa. Despite having planned a girl's dinner, the boys had been scattered for a few weeks, most of them back on active duty like John, and tonight was the first time most found their way back to town from wherever so the get-together had been something you couldn't pass up on. 

However, rather than fixing yourself to the somewhat special evening when John had knocked on your door, you'd greeted him with your computer in hand and a brief wave. A meeting with one of your clients ran longer than anticipated.

In the end, Joh waited 40 minutes for you to finish, giving you no time to change out of your work attire if the two of you didn't want to run unfashionably late.

You'd managed to reach the pub just as the others arrived. It was lucky you'd chosen a place that served food, seeing how your last meal had been lunch. Which, at the time, had been over six hours ago.

Your stomach had rumbled enough for Marissa to dig her finger into your side, asking if 'the workaholic cares for herself' in that partly teasing, partly serious tone. However, with everyone's plate of favoured dinner polished clean of food soon after finding a table -aside from Ghost who, when you asked, said 'don't fancy eating around other people, so ate earlier'- the soft feeling of fullness had eased your stomach.

Not soon after the dinner, and before the plates got cleared from the table, John had patted your thigh.

You'd been in the midst of your conversation with Johnny as you momentarily had turned to face the one seeking your attention. 

'Gonna get somethin' to drink. You want anythin'?' John had asked once you turned to face him. 'Same old', you'd answered and he'd only nodded, squeezing your thigh before he slid out of the curved booth.

What brought you out of the thought 'he's been gone for a while now' was when the Scotsman trailed off in his sentence, his eyes perched over your shoulder rather than face, remaining pinned to something behind you. 

Your brows knitted together, head cocking slightly at his sudden shift of attention. The minimal reaction to his strayed conversation was enough to make the Scotsman's face you again.

Something new had entered his eyes and you gave him a questioning look.

"Hate to say it to ye, lass, but old Price seems popular". Johnny nodded forward, motioning to whatever he spotted earlier.

Just as you shift to follow his gaze, a second voice momentarily stops your movement.

"Don't go rippin' a head". Your eyes flicker to Ghost sitting across from you. The man had apparently also noticed whatever Johnny motioned towards as his brown eyes shifted to you.

You only smiled back. "Don't worry".

Ghost only shrugs, eyes falling back to what he'd watched earlier and you finally turn towards whatever both men now observed.

It's easy to find John. His stature is not hard to miss. 

He's standing by the bar, presumably having ordered the drinks he set out to do for you two. But, rather than staring at his broad back as he leans against the bar leisurely, waiting for the drinks to be served. John's standing straight, one hand resting on the bar, the other shoved in his pocket. His posture is tense enough that you note it across the room and if you would've been closer, you probably would've seen his jaw work too, as it often does when he's on edge.

The reason? A woman. She's talking to him, flirting with him.

You see it all the way from here despite not hearing a word she says, her body language screaming her intentions. She's smiling, head cocked to the side, her hand resting on the bar not far from John's. She isn't touching him. Still, she's standing close, closer than what's generally considered talking distance for strangers. Her upper body is leaning towards him, breaking John's personal bubble.

Your brows rise at the scene, your body turning towards the pair. Maybe Ghost was right with his comment as a sudden sour feeling fills your mouth. Despite this, you bite your tongue, remaining put as you watch the scene closely.

It doesn't take long, not even two minutes, before you spot what you only had a hunch would happen.

At something the woman says, John's head and upper body instinctively lean away from her before the rest of his body follows. He rolls his shoulder as he turns, his side facing her while replying. All the while, he attempts to step around the stool that previously prevented any smooth exit of putting distance between himself and his forced company. 

The move signalled two things. John didn't try to hide that he didn't enjoy the woman's presence anymore and wanted to end the primarily one-sided conversation. And, he needed help, not because you doubted him but because the woman followed his step with one of her own.

You scoffed. Apparently, the woman was fucking blind if she didn't understand the signal.

"I'll be back", you said to Johnny and Ghost, both having turned to look at you upon what transpired. You slide from the booth, rising to your feet once at the edge.

"Go get her, lass". There was a big grin on the Scot's face, but you ignored it as you started walking towards the bar.

"Don't do anythin' I would". You hear the Englishman warn from behind, to which you raise a few fingers in recognition and a departing gesture.

As you weave between tables and occupied chairs, your eyes never leave John and the woman. She sweeps her dark hair over her shoulder, showing off more of the plunging neckline meant to draw eyes. You almost laugh when she frowns upon noticing it didn't have the desired effect, but you catch yourself in the last second.

Slowing your step, you switch to look at John. His exasperation with the situation is humouring enough that the gentle smile you let spread isn't forced.

"Hi, how's the drinks going?" John's head snaps ironically fast towards you, his body swivelling to face you rather than the bar. In the corner of your eye, you note how the woman's attention switch to you. 

When you get closer, John pulls his hand out of his pocket and raises his arm, letting you sidle up to him. His hand lands upon your shoulder, making the two of you shift together when he turns to look down the bar. In the new position, you naturally face the woman, but at the moment, you don't look at her, focusing on John as his eyes drop back to you as he speaks.

"Soon done, love", he mutters. His voice is strained, annoyed. You don't need to guess because of what, or rather, who.

You circle your left arm around his waist, finally looking forwards, feigning realisation when you meet the woman's gaze.

"Oh, hello", you greet her with raised brows, catching the sour expression twisting her features for a split second. "Are you an acquaintance of John?"

You motion between the woman and the man at your side, pointing out their closer-than-strangers proximity. Upon the question, the dark-haired woman steps backwards to not stand as close to you.

"You're his girl". Your head cocks at the short remark and complete disregard of your greeting. 

Satisfaction spreads through you at her response, but you only let the gentle smile continue to play on your lips. "I am, and you are?"

"Kathleen", she puffed out her chest, chin jutting upwards, eyes straying towards John before shifting back to you.

"Pleasure", you return with a nod just as the bartender puts your drinks on the counter. "But, if you excuse us, our company is waiting". Your eyes stray to the glasses to push your point.

"I was talking to John when you interrupted". His name is purred from her lips as if knowing it meant everything to her and should bother you. You look back at her with creased brows, a questioning look directed towards her. She must have taken it for displeasure rather than astonishment at what she thought she was attempting, as a smug smile spread on her lips. "And he never mentioned you". 

Instantly, John tenses beneath your touch while his arm tightens around your shoulders. This time, you scoff. Did she really think that implied he was... what? Open to cheating because of that? 

Your reaction makes John's head tilt downwards. You know he wants you to look up at him from how intently he's looking at you, but you don't face him, instead staring straight back at the woman.

"And yet, you don't assume I'm anything else than his girl when I join him? If you didn't already have a hunch, why didn't you just suppose I'm his thing?" You question with a smile. Her mouth opens and closes, caught off guard by your reaction to what evidently was an attempt at winding you up. Clearly, she didn't get the response she desired.

She sneers. "Well, maybe you are because he didn't object to it". She makes a sharp motion with her hand towards John to defend whatever her definition of it implied.

You can feel how he heats up at your side, his already warm body boiling from how she addressed you and what you know is a false statement. You'd seen it yourself. That's why you can't help but chuckle, stepping away from John towards the bar. 

His arms remain around you for as long as possible until he begrudgingly lets it fall. When John doesn't touch you any longer, the air shifts violently. Tension immediately bleeds into the air.

"Be my guest then", you nod towards John as you grab your drinks, catching how not only the women's eyes widen at what you said. "If you want to get turned down a second or even third time, that is. Because from what I saw, my man isn't interested in you and tried to respectfully show that without dropping my name. Which should be enough anyways, don't you think?" You continue as you turn to face her.

The same smile you'd carried the entire conversation now flashed brighter towards the dark-haired woman, who sputters in bewilderment. Satisfied with her stunned expression and being tongue-tied, you turn towards John, whose eyes apparently never left you. 

"You ready?" His blues shift so violently that it feels like they go from black to white when you offer him his beer. He takes his drink from your offered hand with his right one only to intertwine the fingers of his left with it instead. You take the hint. "Have a good evening, Kathleen". You bid her goodbye without turning to face her, missing how the perplexed woman follows the two of you, stunned when John tags along with an ease she'd found impossible to evoke.

As your back is turned to the woman, you finally spit at her in your mind. Fucking bitch.

You hadn't noticed, but you took your first deep breath in a long time when taking a similar route back to the others as you had previously done to the bar. That was until there was a tug at your hand. 

You slow, twisting your head to look over your shoulder at John, only for him to twirl you around and into his chest before you manage. Some of your drink spill over your fingers, but you don't care about it the second his handsome smile and blue eyes greet you.

"Do you know how much more attractive you just got?" None of the previous tension lace his voice, only a lilt that reflects his lightened expression.

"What?" You ask, a bit dumbfounded, still mentally cursing the woman for how shitty she'd acted. Women empowering women, they say. Not those types of women.

John's eyes flicker over your face before settling to meet your gaze with a smirk. "Haven't seen you this possessive before". Your mouth drops open before you bite your lower one as it curls inwards.

"Don't like someone trying things on you", you mumble, shrugging as you continue. "Especially when they don't show some respect". 

Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel John duck, attaching his mouth to yours. Though he catches you off-guard, you fall into the kiss soon enough, his big hand releasing yours to tilt your face. 

He's warm, overwhelmingly passing the sensation into your body. You feel the last bit of resentment towards the woman leave you as John forces her out of your mind, replacing the mental place she'd occupied with himself.

The bristle of his beard brushing your lower face contrasts with how he gently cups your cheek. His beard oil and cologne fill your nostrils in a blend of something nutty and musky. 

You're putty in his grasp and can't help the silly smile spreading when he nipps your lower lip when pulling back.

"Appreciate it, love", John chuckles, gazing at you with an upwards curve of his mouth. "And the confidence suits you", he adds.

"Need to have some when dating your handsome face". You tap his bearded cheek with your index finger with a cocked head and smile.

"This handsome face only has eyes for one woman". You dip your head with a shake, momentarily needing to escape his intense eyes as his hand falls to the small of your back. His fingers teasingly press into the area. 

"Let's go back to the others". You nod backwards when you raise your head again. John agrees with a nod and a final peck before he guides you towards your table.

"Putting on a show, are you Price?" Kyle greets you with a smug look as you come closer. John only shrugs in return, not bashful about the action but not keen on discussing it. Everyone watches you as you retake your place, sliding into the booth first. John follows soon after, seating himself close enough that his side presses against yours. 

Marissa leans forward, her forearms crossed upon the table. She sends you an amused and knowing look, one you roll your eyes at, understanding the whole table must have followed the spectacle.

Like the smile your friend flashes, Johnny harbours a similar grin as when you'd left. 

"About time ya get someone who acts as yer saviour, Captain". The Scotsman remarks while he nudges his shoulder with yours, giving you a playful wink. This time, John huffs amusedly and you presume it's an inside joke as you catch the low chuckle escaping Ghost and Kyle. 

The comment swung them into a new conversation with countless ribbings. You can't help but shake your head at their antics as you listen to their chatter with your glass in hand. 

Sipping your drink, you melt into the seat, head resting against the shoulder of John's non-dominant side.

It had been a long and, by your standard, stressful day. It had taken a toll on you mentally more than physically. The only downside with not having an ordinary one-to-five, in your opinion. John asking you to tag along to this outing was just what you needed at the end of the day to be able to wind down, aside from one inconvenience.

The timing couldn't be any better as you suddenly feel someone staring. Your eyes sweep over the other occupants of the table before travelling further. You don't need to look for long until you find the source. 

The same woman from earlier sits by the bar, your eyes locking when your attention falls upon her. You raise your brows, huffing more out of pity than annoyance as you take another sip of your drink. 

Holding her stare, you don't hesitate to shift in your seat and cross your leg over your own and John's. You sit slanted towards him now, your leg resting comfortably over his thigh, dangling between his legs.

His response is immediate, his body aligning more towards you as he settles his left hand just above your knee. 

"You get awfully touchy when tryin' to make a point to someone". John whispers as he ducks his head, breath skimming the shell of your ear.

You smile against the rim of your glass, noticing how the woman's face scrunches upon noting your intimate proximity. The reaction is enough to spot from your position. "How'd you know?"

"I'm a soldier. I'm trained to always be attentive to my surroundings", he hums in response, still keeping his head low enough so only you catch his words. "Likewise, to read someone's intentions. Gotten good enough to rival your skill when it comes to you". He humours you with a low chuckle. The rough sound sends a shiver down your spine as your eyes drop to his thumb, which begins a circling motion on your leg. 

Your head tilts upwards, John accommodating by angling his head to catch what you say. "Well, good job, Captain". Your eyes momentarily lock with the women once more as John leans away, shielding your view as he stiffens upon hearing his rank being purred against the shell of his ear. But, you catch the reaction you wanted always, the woman promptly turning away.

Your eyes now meet gaze back at those blues focusing on you keenly.

Yes, John had gotten to know you quite a bit, your ticks and tells. But he indulged you in just as much.

You give him a coy smile and fall back slightly, resting your back against the couch again as you return his gaze.

John levels you with a firm look, hiking your leg slightly higher on his leg, signalling if you continue, this evening will definitely be cut short.

You only smile sweetly at him before you turn your upper body away, engaging yourself in the conversation with the rest. Upon catching his muted sigh, you sip your drink to stop yourself from grinning.

[pokegalla]

Bestie- I need this ok?!

Bad sanses with an S/O that absolutely DEVOURS energy drinks, like, 3+ a day- and they are still tired-

(I just described me fr-)

Ok gotchu✨

Sorry about late response! I thought I had finished your request…..

Then I look at drafts 🙃

I hope you enjoy!!!

The Bad Sanses (+ Cross) with an tired S/o who always drinks energy drinks!

Dust:

* How are you alive man? Like not radioactive and shit-? That is a LOT of energy drinks. And you can’t fool this guy. He’s very observant so he’ll immediately notice that you still get tired.

* He honestly might just teach you the bad causes of drinking too many. Nah really he will sit you down with all the research he did to explain everything. (Quite endearing really. He really wants to make sure you’re ok❤️)

* Now he’s not gonna force you to stop. It’s really up to you in the end. But he will still be making sure you are ok. And he suggests healthier options too! See? Now you can enjoy what you love but in a much healthier way!

* He’s not very talkative but the way he shows how much he cares for you is very sweet. Don’t worry your skellie too much! He’s quite the Worrywart!

Horror:

* Boyo is always trying to take a sip from your can. He’s just curious on why you love it so much. So much that he is literally giving you puppy eyes so that you’ll give him a sip (which I know you succumbed to the cuteness-). He found it pretty cool!

* And yet…..you still cannot get away with saying “Oh I’m not tired! Just waiting for it to kick in! 👀💦” yeah sweetie Horror is also very observant. He’ll make you get sleep. And you can ONLY get an energy drink if you get proper sleep in!

* He knows you love the drinks but he’d rather you get proper sleep first! Then you can have any you like! Why drink to get energy when you can just sleep Y’know? That’s what he thinks anyway. But he wants you happy too so you always wake up with an energy drink ready for you! ☺️

* He just wants you to be happy and healthy!

Killer:

* Bruh. You know DAMN well he’s probably the one supplying you the damn drinks- if you thought you was bad? Think again- he literally has an unlimited supply in god knows where in that room of his…..

* Let’s be honest: He drinks WITH you. Both of you happily drinking together on the couch watching anime or playing games. But he’ll drop a few hints about “Heh might wanna slow down…”

* Now just because he kind of (is) a bad influence, doesn’t mean he won’t keep an eye on you. If he sees how it affects you, he’ll try to moderate how much to give you. Because he may be a lil shit….but he cares about you a lot.

* You can always be guaranteed to have fun with this guy but also taken care of no matter what!

Error:

* Glitchy boi would be a straight up dick talking about you have an addiction meanwhile he’s on his 15th chocolate bar himself- I’m pretty sure he steals your drinks too-

* And you can bet he’s taking those drinks away if you’re overdoing it. He’ll have multiple excuses for keeping it from you…..but really he just wuvs you and doesn’t want you feeling all sluggish because he worries for you 🥺. Will he admit that? HA! No-

* Though he will easily give in with a little….convincing. Puppy eyes and promising more chocolates? He’ll eventually give in. But he also makes you promise to at least take it easy with the drinks.

* Grumpy hobo man may be a lil sassy but he means well!

Nightmare:

* He’s probably the only one who doesn’t see why the hell you like these drinks. It tastes like battery acid…..(says the guy drinking black coffee-). He didn’t really care at first but the MOMENT he sees how groggy you get? Oh you fucked up-

* He’s immediately hiding your stash and you WILL be scolded if you ask about it. And he’s dragging your ass to bed to make sure you get proper sleep. Right after he makes sure you are properly hydrated first.

* I can imagine even as his S/o, these moments can be quite unexpected but he was like…..mother henning you. And the way he stays by your side to make sure you’re ok makes your heart melt❤️

* Even the king of negativity can have a sweet side!

Cross (Lil bonus boi✨):

* Well he does like a few energy drinks himself especially for a game night or during morning training. He can drink as much as you without really realizing it then feels guilty about it but laughs it off.

* But it’s definitely a different story when he notices how sleepy you still are especially after the amount you drank. He gets a little concerned and asks if you’re okay. When he learns the energy drinks don’t work on you, he thought of a few ideas…..

* He looked for alternatives that could help you wake up much better. Like working out with him and eating a few healthier meals! But you both do have days to splurge on your favorite drink. It’s only fair!

* He didn’t want you to miss out on what you loved! So he helped you find a balance! He just loves you so!❤️

[glitterincandles]

smiling friends as discord mods ; ☆

crazy ass idea

— glep (8/10 discord mod)

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i think of him as the social media manager of the company and if mr. boss trusts him that much to maintain a positive image of the company online then being a discord mod would be a breeze

can control some semi-complicated stuff in the server like role-setting with reactions and unlocking different channels by reacting to a message, definitely improves this function if he thinks its faulty

^^^ any technical difficulties within the server are

takes being a discord mod pretty seriously yet he has the ability to be lighthearted about it sometimes

often mass bans people over spamming or any other offense without alerting everyone else, so like no context banning

^^^ ppl initially had a problem with it but then they lightened up a little when they noticed that those mass bans actually improved the server

^^^^ he still scares the shit out of everyone though

always online and monitoring the server

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has definitely splurged money on discord nitro and those discord profile decor and effects

his profile would be decked tf out and follow a purple/green aesthetic

^^^ he has the clyde invaders icon skin and his account profile is purple

^^^^ idk if he has an anime girl pfp or not bc on one hand he would definitely have one but on the other hand he'd have a profile pic of a character he likes from a game.

one thing's for sure tho is that he never felt the need to change his discord profile picture unless he was in a server made for his job then he'd just change that server's profile pic to put his face and that's it lol

discord username is probably like theamazingGlep69 or something

his discord bio is definitely a random video game quote and that's it

his spotify, xbox, and steam account are the only things connected to his discord

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always energized by those gamer-advertised energy drinks

^^^ no specific preference for like g-fuel or gamer supps or something he just grabs whatever he can get his grimy little hands on

selectively sends friend requests to people and never accepts friend requests from randos

^^^ in fact he INSISTS on being the one sending the friend requests to people instead of it being the other way around

^^^^ as a result he has less than 15 people on his friends list and he's happy with it

he definitely unadds ppl he hasn't spoken to in a while though to keep it ~fresh~ or something

— mr. boss (6/10 discord mod)

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ok so like

he isn't TERRIBLE at modding he knows the basics

he's just very... lax. he's the type to not see anything wrong with spamming or other similar offenses just because he genuinely doesn't think it's a big deal

^^^ he'd be like oh what theyre just expressing themself idk

^^^^ or like when it comes to random ppl dming mods he'd be like idk what if they just wanted to ask a question but were too shy to do it in the main server YKWIM?????

he already lets his employees do what they want during their shifts so it wouldn't be very different in a discord server

because it's online, he already doesn't take it very seriously lol he'd just find any chaos amusing

it's like a giant group chat!!!!

BUT DESPITE ALL THAT, he's really good at organizing server events like giveaways and movie/game nights

he'd always make sure to make the events fun and accessible for everyone

as a result most of the server usually participates in the events

he's just not good at... moderation in general

he also doesn't enjoy the banning/warning ppl aspect bc it makes him feel really bad

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he has an anime girl pfp and/or has matching pfps with ppl for a certain amount of time ONLY if they match his profile theme

his profile is a cutesy kawaii light pink anime girl aesthetic

^^^ he'd have the cat ears icon skin and his profile would be pink

^^^^ an evil part of me wants to say he has a sailor moon pfp

yes he also has discord nitro

what else will he do with the money he earns

he has cutesy kaomojis in his bio too and probably has the initial of someone in a text heart like < b 3 (b for brittney LOL)

only his spotify is connected to his profile

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also brittney was his discord kitten

^^^ they had matching anime couple pfps

^^^^ they'd always vc

^^^^^ have fallen asleep on vc once

he uses cringe text faces like uwu or owo just bc he knows everyone hates it

^^^ he thrives off of the negativity idk

everyone in a server he moderates would probably feel the safest dming him out of every other mod

^^^ his dms r always open

ok so i know that he has normal ass headphones but hear me out. give him pink cat ear headphones. it's perfect

he has more than the usual amt of discord friends

he always has aesthetic ass discord statuses

has his online status set as idle bc its cuter

— allan red (7/10 discord mod)

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he's the mod that everyone complains abt

definitely rewrites the rules and makes sure they're enforced at all times

he's the typa person to call someone out if they break the rules in any capacity

"@/feetlicker Please change your name, that is not appropriate"

"@/charlienipples No memes in general chat, go to #meme-channel."

unlike glep though, he gives a lot of context as to why he'd ban someone

^^^ maybe 2 much context

^^^^ in fact he very rarely bans ppl, the most he sends out is a very detailed warning in dms

always types in full sentences

most server members are afraid of dming him actually he's sorta intimidating

he definitely keeps the server in order but his reputation is just not the best

but he is very confrontational so if someone is causing a problem he isn't afraid of getting it dealt with

he's usually tagged during disputes bc he's level-headed enough to deal with them and offers good points

^^^ that doesn't stop others from thinking he's annoying though :((

very misunderstood but has good intentions

he has a set schedule on when he logs in and moderates, then gives himself free time

so basically he isn’t online all day

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he’d have one of those blank discord profiles

like he’d make it normal-ish but he wouldn’t care too much abt sparkly text themes or connecting any of his other socials to it

uses a picture of himself as his icon and has a matching red background that is randomly generated by discord

^^^ (he didn’t pay for discord nitro)

^^^^ (everyone point and laugh)

^^^^^ (he just doesn’t find it necessary since he isn’t online THAT often)

his username is either his full name or a very absurd npc name (like scaryantelopes2536) theres no in-between

he never has a status set

clean profile but its boring to look at basically

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takes online status very literally— if he doesn’t want to be disturbed, he puts dnd, if he’s online, he sets it as online, etc etc (so surprisingly very honest)

his profile pic looks professionally done in a studio then unfortunately it got very pixelated as a result of discord itself so its kinda funny looking

his friends list is only the 4 other ppl from smiling friends

doesn’t know or like brainrot or modern internet slang so when ppl say skibidi toilet or sigma rizz he genuinely has to get up and walk around outside to stay sane

is usually the one being trolled/pranked

IS the one that cringes at mr. boss using uwu or owo

— charlie dompler (5/10 discord mod)

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HE'S THE TYPE TO be really good at it first then he'd lose interest

he'd get a high from it bruh

just the idea of having power would be enough to get him rolling

for the first couple months he'd be all up in the server channels being hella active

he'd stay up all night just moderating bc its exciting to give someone a warning if they act up or whatever

^^^ if he gets sleepy he drinks an energy drink

*someone fucks up in a server* "Ooh, oooh-- this is my favorite part, man. Watch, watch." *sends a 2 word dm to the person that just says 'warning One'* "Oh, haha! that--that was so fun."

yea he'd be riding on dopamine hits of doing good for the server

since he'd be sleep deprived he'd misspell a lot and send short answers so if someone asks why they were banned he'd give very short answers

"hey why was i banned lol" "bad" "what" "yeah"

i don't think he'd do much in the server other than moderate and make new channels

then he gets bored.

uh oh

all of a sudden he's very relaxed about everything so he would probably stop moderating so much

he would probably be doing the bare minimum now lol

5/10 bc he goes in and out of caring and not caring so i guess sometimes he's pretty good

discord is probably one of the only socials he is really active on

he would give himself dumbass roles just bc

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some sort of meme/cursed profile icon with flaming sword icon skin

would definitely have an orange-themed profile in general bc he thinks its a color with an unfair reputation

every social he has will be linked to his damn profile

has a dumbass username

^^^ probably one of the only one of the 5 who doesn't use his real name on discord

^^^^ he would change his dn every once in a while JUST BC to be funny or something

its so stupid he would call himself the Poo Meister after letting a smooth one out

he's always on DND

uses his discord status to ask someone to play a game w him

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he joins random meme servers just for the emotes

he's already a discord mod for like 3 servers rn and he's given up

he has a lot of online friends which is why he doesn't use his real name

he's always in a vc with someone

he's very very social online (i bet he has a popular twitter gimmick account too)

he made his current discord account when he was really young and he just stuck with the same one

he adds all the bots to servers he moderates bc he thinks he has amazing taste

— pim pimling (7/10 discord mod)

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he would be the one doing all of the accouncements and questions of the day

he takes those jobs so serious

he types with caps on and uses encouraging gifs and emoticons (yes emojis too)

he never really moderates, he's the one just announcing things tbh he has a lot to say

even when he conveys bad news he'd do a little :P at the end just to soften the blow

(he's also the one who usually kindly lets people know why a certain mod banned them just in case said mod doesn't wanna elaborate)

his positivity pisses ppl off sometimes

don't shoot the messenger

he just logs in every morning, and writes a whole paragraph in announcements to wish everyone a happy day! then he types up the question of the day and logs off until the night

pim pimling is a very busy man

checks his notifs throughout the day tho (just in casies)

he just spreads positivity

one of the most important people in the server he's in at all times

he does intimidate ppl sometimes just bc of his role but he does try to be as not-intimidating as possible

if he's confronted on anything he does wrong he is quick to take responsibility for his actions

^^^ doesn't depend on the person's role, like if he bans someone's friend and the person pleads their case, he's very quick to apologize

^^^^ might cause him to be perceived as someone with no backbone but he's just very empathetic and understanding

profile ☆

his icon is definitely a picture of his face, probably some sort of cute selfie

similar to allan, he uses his full name in his discord dn and user

he does have nitro but he only uses it to change his discord background to a picture of nature

his bio would be long as shit. "Hi! (grin) I'm Pim Pimling and I'm 34 years old!" etc etc etc

^^^ definitely overshares in his bio too

has no socials attached to his profile at all

very straightforward profile

he uses his status a LOT to say the most random things?!>>W "Currently eating a bowl of cereal!"

extras ☆

he has a lot of people on his friends list bc despite everything ppl do have a soft spot for him

he had discord for a while like charlie did but he only ever used it to text friends and thats it

really interactive and responds quickly to dms

his dms r very open

he loves emoji reactions so much

he helps mr. boss with server events a lot

^^^ he also participates in every one

he likes using video calls in a vc

hallo ^w^ i just want to end this off by saying i now have an ask box to submit any headcanon requests if needed!! yayy

[snowyborzoi]

What species are the airys (im a professional)

ok it's important to note that no matter what species an object is it doesn't mean they follow the exact behavior of said animal. Objects in one still live in a society like humans and can function as one

Ex : Objects can have a different diet then their species and live in another habit

Airy

The original Airy is commonly believed to be a seal although there's no exact type of seal for him it's still a common theory

First off there's many physical similarities

as well as characteristics

seal have been seen getting knocked over by crashing waves and are shown to be clumsy which is pretty fitting

both sunbathe confirmed by Q (airy- mod)

similar walk / run

same stupid FUCKING expression

similar build

Speculated for Airy to have a diet of fish

both squishy (confirmed by me)

Sounds similar

Ok now to address the cat comparisons

A second theory on what species airy could be Is a cat more specifically a Manul / pallas

Physical appearances is obvious as well as traits

spends time in caves, rock crevices, marmot Burrows

sunbathe

Can survive in cold & dry winters, moderate/low rainfall, warm summers

Overall the Pallas cat is a responsible species for airy considering they both live in similar habits

However it's argued that the using the universe airy was at is unfair for this theory considering it wasn't exactly by choice

A counter-argument is that the Pallas cat would obviously survive better than a seal would in that world and since airy was able to live there for about a decade a Pallas would be a better fit

But it was address earlier that objects live differently than their animal and can survive in their own ways as well as airy being a lantern commonly used for camping/outdoors so it possible regardless of what species he is he can survive on his own

Something about seals and cats

Something interesting about the two is how often their seen together, compared, or just associated with one another

it pretty common for objects to be compared to cats since most animals share similar traits but cats are most known so it often thought of cat traits

However seals and cats have shown to have more in common than any other animal

similar body types

Speech

Teeth

Claws

Similar pupils

These are only a bit of the similarities because of this it commonly theorized that seals and cats could be possibly related or somewhat part of the same family but it's yet to be confirmed or denied

Airy has had things in common with cats such as getting scruffed

Nothing is right or wrong it basically what theory you personally believe in

Evil airy

its possible for him and original airy to be the same species since they have the same appearance with a tail being the only serious difference (the bow and leaves are not apart of him)

This time I do have a specific type of seal he could be

Leopards seal

Similarities on appearance

Both also have similar behavior

Aggressive (a BITCH)

Similar teeth

eyes dilate

leopard seals are the only ones who hunt warm blooded animals and it's known for evil airy to be a serial killer

Evil airy has also mentioned possibly of liking drinking blood

Fanon Airy

Fanon airy is more complicated since it was said how he currently looks isn't what he used to look like so using his appearance may not be as accurate

And he already seems to have animal features like claws and hooves

But IDGAF!!!!

I imagine fanon airy to be a sea lion

Sea lion's are bigger than seals

Ear flaps can translate to horns

Teeth!!

Friendly (compared to the others)

Social (compared to others)

Another species that fanon airy can be (for the airy cat believers)

A lynx

ears translate to horns

Sharper shapes

teeth again

More golden color

Claws

Lynx are associated with eyesight and we've seen fanon airy eyes

There's a lynx god

ok that all I was able to put together if anymore information that comes out that can change or debunk anything I'll do my best to update this :b

@airy-mod @thefanonairy @evil-airy @ask-hfjone-airy @moldydominos109

It is important you now join this discussion @askalampanything

[kfkr1ze]

Escape from S - Chapter 1

Characters — ✈︎ Renga, Ten

Location: Cheap Izakaya

Izakaya Waiter: Apologies for the wait, here are your drinks. I’ll be taking away the old glasses!

Ten: Yup, thanks.

Renga: It seriously tastes so good… The combo of the cold sake and the hot Atka mackerel… I can’t stop keep my chopsticks still.

Ten: Please drink in moderation. The Pres will chew me out if you get drunk this time.

Renga: I get it, I get it, I won’t get dryunk. I’ll make sure to protect your livyer, Ten…

Ten: Yeah, it’s about time for some water. Here.

Renga: Ngu…

Ten: Y’know, the Akta mackerel really is better here than anywhere else. They’re soft and packed full of flavor.

Renga: I never had anything like it!

…But, I really wanted to eat it in a prettier way. I always end up making a mess out of things.

I know I have to remove the spine already, but I’m just not good at it.

Ten, you seem to know how to eat well.

Ten: Well, I am the son of a sushi chef.

(ーーAnd I’ve had plenty of experience taking out “spines”.)

It doesn’t really matter how it looks. As long as it tastes good, it’s fine, right?

Renga:  Y-Yeah, right!

This sake’s also good…! Thank you for taking me to such an amazing restaurant!

Ten: No prob.

Renga: The thing I really love from this store is this. The point card!

Ten: Aah, this is…

Having something in paper form like this is rare nowadays huh.

Renga: The more times you come here, the higher ranking fish you get stamped on the card! There’s something exciting about it!

I didn’t even know some fish have different names when they get bigger.

Ten: They’re like promotional fish.

Renga: I have 3 left until I move up to a Tsubasu yellowtail! And then like ten more after that…? Let’s go here a lot so we can be Buri yellowtails, Ten! Let’s aim to be Buri yellowtails!

Ten:  Congrats～.

Renga: Congrats…? We always come here together, so you should be the same ranking as me Ten?

Ten: Nah, I lost the card. Accidentally.

Renga: Again!? The last time you said that, we came and asked for a new card with the same ranking as before though!?

I guess I have no choice. I’ll just request a new one for you!

Girl with a strong Gyaru vibe: I feel like I just heard a familiar voice.

Girl with neat black hair: If it isn’t Ten! What are you doing here?

Renga: Eh? Who’re they? Do you know them?

Ten: Aah… We kinda know each other from the past.

Renga: ??

Ten: They’re my ex-girlfriends.

Renga: Ex-girlfriends!? Both of them!?

Ten: Yeah yeah. Back when we were freshies in college, I stayed with them for a while.

Uh… You’re the one that likes the fish soup I make, and…

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: …! You remembered? It was super good to have that after I came back from my Gyara drinking party![1]

Ten: (I’ve actually made that soup for multiple women though.)

And you are… the girl who focuses on her natural beauty and drinks a lot of smoothies in the morning. The one who likes afternoon tea activities.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: I have a bunch of a cafes I’ve been wanting to go to together with Ten. If we don’t, I won’t have anything to post to dazzle.

Ten: (Oh. I vaguely remembered, but I didn’t really expect to be right. I have a really good memory, huh?)

Renga: H-Huhh… You’re on good terms even with your ex-girlfriends…!

Ten: My bad, did you guys happen to contact me? I’ve been super busy so I haven’t been checking PeChat. I’ll check it later.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Uu… Just as I thought, his face is… the best…

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: OK, we’ll wait for you…

Not! Did you really think I’d say that!?!?  You’re the one who said “Thanks for the drink. Should I pick you up?”! You sent the last message!

Ten: Huhh? Is that so?

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Ehh～? When Ten can’t come to pick me up, he always tells me it’s because he’s working on reports and he has to focus on his studies, so shouldn’t we be more considerate of him?

Renga: (I’ve never seen Ten work on reports or focus on studying though…?)

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: What’s with that? I never heard anything like that myself.

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Huh, I guess he just felt like he couldn’t confide in you whenever he has issues then?

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: Hah? What? Are you trying to pick a fight!?

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: You’re the one who started it with the whole “Should I pick you up?” message from Ten though!?

Renga: E-Excyuse me…

(T-This feels kinda bad! If things stay like this, I’m sure they’ll explode on each other…!)

(I’ll help him out… as Ten’s… f-friend…!)

Hey, calm down you two! Why don’t we just talk about this first…!

Ex-girlfriend with neat black hair: Now that I think about it, isn’t this just Ten’s fault for not being unreliable!?

Ex-girlfriend with a strong Gyaru vibe: Right!? He only shows up when it’s convenient for him!!

The Ex-girlfriends: You think so too, right!?

Renga: Hgyah!?

Renga: T-Ten…! It might be best if you should say somethiーー

He left!?

The Ex-girlfriends: TEN～～～～!!!!

Ten: … Phew, that was good…

Location: Back Alley

Ten: (It kinda got complicated at the end, but smoking after I finish working is the best～)

Now then, what should I do?

(The “drinking with friends” job finished quicker than I expected, so I probably have some time to do a quick one time job for some cash. In that case…)

…Ah.

Ten: (It’s the point card from the Izakaya.)

…I thought I threw this away, but I guess it was in my pocket the whole time. It makes my wallet bulky.

Ten: Alright then, bye bye～

Masterlist — ✈︎ Next

Notes — ✈︎

Gyara drinking is when the host, typically a man, of the party pays its participants, typically girls, to drink

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

18

Loud thunder rattled the windows. You grumbled and rolled onto your side trying to go back to sleep. It had only been a few hours since you passed out after drinking all evening with Roci. The room was still dark and quiet save for the weather outside. Law shifted in front of you but remained facing the wall.

"You ok?” He asked quietly.

Normally you enjoyed storms, but right now it was so incredibly loud. Your head was pounding and full of static. Even with your eyes closed you could feel the room spinning. The churning in your stomach made you think twice about speaking.

"F/N?" Your fiance rolled over carefully to look at you.

"-I-I'm.." You flinched at the volume of your own voice.

"Hungover." He stated, a small understanding smile bending his lips.

You didn't need to say anything to confirm. Even in the dark he could see you'd gone clammy. His hand tenderly brushed over your forehead to check your temperature. You closed your eyes to try and regain your bearings.

"Breathe, please.” Law gently commanded, “In through your nose and out through your mouth.”

"Too nauseous." You muttered.

"I know,” he replied,"it'll help I promise."

You did as instructed, but it only took a few seconds to confirm it was too late for breathing exercises. The way you jolted up and frantically tossed the blankets aside had Law moving just as quickly.

"No!” You called sprinting for the bathroom and slamming the door before Law could follow.

"F/N-ya, I've seen people vomit." He began to knock as you lost your dinner.

"I-I'm fine!" You coughed and gagged.

When you were sure your stomach was empty you brushed your teeth and washed your face before stepping back into the bedroom.

Law was sitting cross-legged in the center of your bed. He'd had a harder time respecting your wishes than he thought he would. For a few minutes he stood at the bathroom door anticipating a change of mind. But you didn't.

You didn't need him.

There was a dull sting of rejection. Of course rationally he knew you weren't actually rejecting him. You didn't want him to see you retching and crying. He was a doctor, arguably used to this, but at home he was your fiance. It was a much longer time before Marco was allowed to see you this messy.

He shifted on the mattress and moved the blankets back, “Feel a little better?”

“Sober-” You winced at your own raspy response.

Bile had done a number on your throat.

“I'll get you some water.” Your fiance stood as you crawled back into the comfort of your bed.

He was gone less than a minute, shutting the door softly behind him before placing the glass of room temperature water on your nightstand.

“I don't feel like it has been long enough for you to take pain meds, but if you're still uncomfortable in an hour it should be ok.” He slipped into his side of the bed and laid facing you.

“I don't even know what time it is.” You sipped the water and inched down to get comfortable in your pillows as thunder rumbled outside.

“Close to four, there's still plenty of time for rest.” He watched you sigh and stare at the ceiling, “Is there anything else I can do?”

“Just let me rot.”

“I'm sorry to tell you, the prognosis is good.” He chuckled, “Just some temporary suffering.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, “Never drinking again.”

“Let's just practice moderation next time.” Law suggested sliding his arm under his pillows so he could be more comfortable.

“Mhm.” You hummed, closing your eyes as a new wave of nausea washed over you.

Recognizing your discomfort, Law moved a little closer and shifted onto his back, “Here,”

You glanced over at him confused and squeaked when he slipped his arm under you to pull you close. Finally catching on, you moved on your own to rest your head against his shoulder. Once settled he began rubbing soothing circles over your back while humming softly. His voice was pleasantly deep, even and in key. For a moment you were distracted enough to not realize you'd been clinging to Law’s bare torso.

“My mother used to do this when we were sick,” He explained, “to help us sleep.”

“I don't hate it.” You murmured cheekily through a yawn.

“I know.” There was a smile in his voice before he started humming again.

Soon your nausea subsided enough for you to drift back off to sleep.

Law laid awake a bit longer. Having you nestled against him snoozing comfortably made his chest tight. Not the usual anxiety that seemed to reside there.

This was a flutter of excitement.

A small taste of happiness that had felt so far away months ago.

Daylight poured through the small part in the curtains across the room casting a thin golden line down your face. Scrunching your nose you attempted to move out of the sun spot. As your brain began to reboot you quickly realized you'd been snuggled into your fiance’s chest. His arms still loosely wrapped around you, your legs tangled under the blankets.

In the last few weeks you'd shared each other's beds but cuddling had never really come into play, you were still very conscious of personal space.

He was so unexpectedly warm and soft and comfortable.

“Go back to sleep.” Law murmured, not bothering to open his eyes.

“The sun.” You whispered back.

His left eye slowly opened to confirm your soft complaint. Wordlessly he shifted away to allow you to move facing away from him while he slipped his arm around you and nuzzled into your nape. Goosebumps flashed over your skin. There was no way you were going back to sleep now, it didn't matter how exhausted you were.

Law drifted off again while you took the opportunity to inspect his hand. You wondered what made him get such a macabre tattoo, especially considering his profession. Gently you ran your fingers over the clean black lines. This was the first time you'd purposely touched his hand. His skin was soft and well taken care of. You'd almost expected them to be dry and chapped from scrubbing multiple times a day.

Suddenly he flexed, halting your motions, “That tickles.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.”

“I don't mind.” His voice was still low and tired, “How do you feel?”

You scoffed, “Like I've been hit by a bus.”

He slid his hand over yours gliding over your fingertips, “You're probably a little dehydrated.”

“I'll get some more water when I make breakfast.”

Law sat up and leaned over taking in your dark circles and puffy eyes, “You'll be resting today.”

“But I promised Roci-”

“And he'll survive his road trip on the snacks you packed him yesterday. Today you rest.” His expression was stern but there was a soft edge in his voice.

You'd denied him the opportunity to take care of you overnight, but this morning he wouldn't allow that. Your stubbornness was going to have to get used to allowing him to help you.

And so the morning began. You were too awake and queasy to go back to sleep anyway. While you showered Law and Roci made breakfast and coffee. After everyone had eaten it was time for your soon-to-be father-in-law to make the trip back to Olympia. He squeezed you and made plans to come back soon before instructing his adopted son to be sure you would be feeling better at the end of the day. Your doctor rolled his eyes like an annoyed teenager but agreed that he'd do everything he was told.

[riddles-n-games]

TIG AU One Shots: Gymnastics Pt. 1

Pairing: Avery and Jameson Summary: A gymnast's mantra is to never touch the floor when they are on bar for any reason other than when they are finished their routine. Falling is not an option, that's why there is someone to catch them when trying a new move. Will Avery let her new partner do the same? Length: Moderate Story Type: One Shot

A/N: It's someone's 22nd birthday per our timeline today and it's also his champagne bday per that logic too. Happy birthday to our one and only ticking time bomb, Jameson WINchester Hawthorne.

“You know you could just ask me to spot you?

“You know you could just leave me alone."

He grinned. "Ahh, but then who would catch you when you fall?"

"Your brother, my assigned partner." She didn't wait for his next retort and did a warmup flip.

One.

Two.

Three.

When she got to five, she stopped and jumped off to get more chalk. However, much to her chagrin, Jameson was still there. He walked up and leaned against the wall in front of her. She did her best to keep her eyes focused on her task as she smoothed the chalk onto her palms.

"Well, actually, Coach has reassigned Xander with someone else. To Max.” Her head snapped up at that. His smile widened; he loved catching her off guard. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

"Pretty sure he would tell me immediately if that happened. And if that's the case, why hasn't Coach come to tell the rest of us?"

He put his hands up in defeat. "Hey, you can go ask Al if you don't believe me. And Coach is sick today, I just happened to see her this morning when she was in her office. I was taking a drink when she saw me and called me over to talk about the change."

She raised a brow skeptically but eventually gave a slow nod. “Ok. Well, thanks for letting me know. I’ll call you when I need to-" A hard smack against the vault table and the giggles that followed broke her off. Jameson looked up and Avery turned, following his gaze to find the culprits haphazardly entangled; Xander and Max. She blinked. There they were, not even a full five minutes after the switch was revealed, conveniently together. Traitors.

Her best friend was sprawled all over her former partner, Xander's arms wrapped around her back and they were still laughing. It seemed that Max was the one who'd been vaulting but made an error and landed on him as he tried to valiantly save her from the failed attempt. Yep, that was very characteristic of her BHFF, sacrificing himself for the greater good, when it benefited him, that was.

But that's not what was getting to her. Max’s too wide grin, Xander’s dreamy look, his hands lingering at the small of her back, the way she wasn’t scrambling to get off him… How had she missed this? She knew they were good friends, they all were, but they hadn't seemed close in that way before.

She glanced back at Jameson to see what he was making of the situation and found him smirking amusedly as he watched the pair. He must have felt her eyes on him because his gaze locked onto hers and he raised a brow in question. Avery tilted her head in their direction and he only shrugged, his smirk turning into that crooked smile when he was being genuine. It was cute-No, don't go there.

At the moment, she had to be the bigger person and get to the bottom of her friends' deception so she started striding over to the vault mat.

"Xander!"

"Go easy on him, Avery!"

She stopped in her tracks and twirled around, pointing an accusing finger at Jameson. “You knew about this, too? How long?” Her answer was nothing more than laughter from the definitively guilty party and a mischievous wink. A while then. She rolled her eyes. "Don't think I'm letting this go, Hawthorne. I'm coming after you later."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he called after her as she resumed walking over to Xander and Max. It was time to get answers.

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Xander and Max. Max and Xander. Alexander and Maxine. Maxine and Xander. Maxine and Alexand-Ok, that’s enough. She was getting overwhelmed. No, she was definitely already overwhelmed.

She was happy for her best friend, there was no doubt in her mind about that. Xander was a great guy and Avery would be the first to advocate for him; after all, he helped her through some of her darkest times. Max and him got along very well and when they teamed up on game nights, they were top tier menaces. The chemistry was there from the start.

So how did she not notice what was going on right under her nose? If there was anything that Avery prided herself with, it was being observant yet here she was. 4 months, that’s how long they’ve been together without her realizing.

She thought herself a fairly attentive friend; after harder trainings, they'd go out to the local cafe, post work shifts, she'd offer her to stay for milkshakes, on shorter lesson days, she'd suggest the library or the mall so they could be together while they did schoolwork. And then there was the obligatory, at least once per month, reserved "catch up" day on a weekend where they would spend the entire day together to rant about anything and everything in their personal lives.

But truth be told, that hadn't been the case in the last while. She'd been busier lately, advancing a level opened up a whole new set of competitions and that meant dealing with new competitors, learning new tricks, practicing new routines, longer trainings, twisted ankle, new job, sleepless nights, the list went on. For six months, her life had barely been hers. Their last catch up day had been two months ago after a successful comp which even then had been hard to schedule because of the crazy prep training. It hadn't been for lack of trying on either of their ends, but it was clear; their lives were shifting dramatically and things were amping up for both of them which is exactly what gave Xander an opening.

While Max and her still spent a lot of time together during training, the schedule demanded certain things from them which took away the uniformity they had. However, Xander's was untouched and when Max had her breaks, she was still training which gave him the perfect opportunity for them to bond. Her change in job also inhibited on some of their former free time but Max had finally started an internship which somehow brought her closer to Xander since he also interned there. And now, most recently, the partner change.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne. Jameson. Jamie. Her new partner. She tested it out in her mind. Avery and Jameson. Jameson and Avery. It had a nice flow in theory but would it work in reality?

Jamie was certainly a character; he was Xander's older brother, Max's former spotting partner, rings and parallel bars extraordinaire, his skills on vault took him to new heights every time, and he had a knack for solving riddles. He was also very flirty and a charmer which of course made him a hit with the ladies. Coach chewed him out for that often. He couldn't help it, he was a looker as his Nan would say and he was handsome, Avery couldn't deny that.

They were good friends with a funny dynamic where he would tease her and she'd pretend to be annoyed at him. But when they paired up during escape rooms or mystery games, they were unstoppable which proved that he was formidable as a teammate. And Avery was somewhat grateful for it. However, he also had a terrible habit of being flirtatious with her. One of his favorite games was "Ask and Reject"; he'd ask her on a date and she would deflect, then he'd make a joke at how she wounds him so and she'd roll her eyes. That was the script every time without fail.

While it was all in good fun, she had to believe that part of it was done intentionally. He liked her, she was sure of it, why else would he keep pursuing only her? Jameson was cute, she'd admit silently, he was good-natured as much as he tried acting a player and she certainly didn't mind when he was shirtless on the rings.

So there was an attraction there and she did like him but dating was a hassle. She was busy and a boyfriend would just be a distraction; why bother? It was better like this, that way no one got hurt and she could let herself get a taste of what it's like being wanted, just a tiny bit to keep on dreaming what could be. It was necessary torture even if the romantic inside her died a little each time.

Having finished her 10 minute break, she stopped fiddling with her hair and took a swig from her water bottle before going over to the warm up area to stretch again. Every so often Avery liked to do some mid-training stretches to refocus on her next set of exercises and assess her limbs for any damage. She'd just started twisting her core when she spotted Jameson recovering post pommel horse practice and he was flexing his arms in that way when the upper back became stiff. He was turned to the side and his shirt rode up a bit, flashing his abs for a brief moment and she froze like a deer in headlights. It happened a few more times before he started to turn and she quickly looked down before he could catch her staring. The teasing would be endless.

She continued her stretches, pointedly avoiding looking his way until she was done and went back to the bars. Only once she got there did she feel eyes on her and she looked up when her gaze locked on his. He smiled crookedly and winked to which she looked away and rolled her eyes. As she blew at a loose hair, she heard him yell across the room, "Good luck, Grambs Cracker."

"Thanks." With a steadying breath, she jumped up and righted herself in the air before flipping. She exhaled. What to practice? Coach had given her a list of moves she should start practicing for her next routine which included Wieler kips, some Endos, quite a few pikes, hip circles and some new transitions that she hadn’t incorporated before. It was all very demanding but she was up for the challenge. She’d just try the transitions later when she got a groove going.

And so it began.

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Pike. Twist. Handstand. 360 turn. Straddle. Release. Transition. Low bar land and back flip. Rest. Cast. Maloney. Back to the high bar. Her body swung backwards with the movement. Let the force of the swing guide your body into the next skill. It’s easier to let momentum do the work for you than fighting it. That’s what Coach had told her many times when she was but a young starry-eyed overachiever. Think of yourself as a pendulum and the momentum is what helps you make magic. She did it then.

Her legs were nearing the top; locking in. Inhale. Peak. Hold. Release. Exhale. She embraced the rush of adrenaline as the pull of gravity took over and increased her speed before she swung forward into another handstand. And that is the art of the swing. Another brief pause, just enough time for a split second decision. Blind change. Her choice could only be a pike skill but what would it be? Church, Galante, or Ricna?

Coach was very excited for her to be doing more variations with pikes and Stalder since she'd been good at using them in combinations before. One of these days, she might even make her own skill and Avery didn't want to disappoint when she did.

It'd been a few days since she last practiced the moves so she might as well start with a favorite. Galante it was. But first, a few pike circles to warm up. She let her legs fall forward and pointed her feet at a 90 degree angle just as she swung down again and her feet touched the bar.

One.

Two.

Three.

She was ready. On the fourth rotation, she pushed back into a handstand and imagining like the audience just went completely silent, she dropped on the beat. Her body bent in half by the time she reached the midpoint and then her legs split into a straddle just as she was about to complete a full circle. And then, she let go. She was airborne.

In moments like these, she believed she could fly in the same way she was sure the spectators were convinced gymnasts could touch clouds just by a leap and a bound high enough. There was no fear, just bliss and the thrill of the next flight, no matter how short it was. Just like that, it was over and she reached for the bar. Steadying herself for the wood grooves rubbing against her palms, her fingers made contact but only briefly. The tips of her fingers brushed downward only to be met with air again as she felt her right ankle hit the bar.

THWACK!

Pain shot through her leg as the force of the hit rebounded her at an angle, leaving her grasping at air as she fell downward to the mat. She was sure her soul was leaving her as her stomach dropped in realization. This isn't happening. Suddenly, her hair whipped into her face, swiping at her eyes sharply, making her blink.

"JAMESON!" She heard someone yelling from afar. Max. Just as she thought she would hit the ground, keeping her eyes shut and bracing for impact, rapid footsteps bounded in her direction. Next thing she knew, arms were wrapping around her torso and pulling her upward, causing the blood flow to go back up to her head. She grimaced and refused to open her eyes. The sound of heavy breathing filled her ears and warm hands around her upper back and thighs grounded her.

Someone was holding her, she didn't know who yet. "Avery, are you okay?" She shook her head before reflexively bringing a hand to her forehead when it started throbbing again. But that voice. Jameson. He caught her; that made her open her eyes before she ultimately regretted that too. The brightness blinded her and she closed her eyes again, bringing her hands to cover them. "Hey, easy now. Take your time, we don't need you losing your eyesight."

She felt him lowering her to the mat and withdrawing his arms from around her as she felt him shift his weight next to her. Her skin immediately shivered without his touch. "Keep breathing. In and out, slow. Good, can I take your hands off your eyes now?" Avery nodded numbly. Gently, his hands wrapped around hers and pried them off her face, rubbing soothing circles into her palms as she finally dared opening her eyes. She did it slowly this time like he suggested.

"There she is." He smiled softly at her and placed her hand on her knee before cupping her cheek. She leaned into it. She needed this. That really shook her. Things like that happened rarely to Avery Grambs; that's why she liked bars most compared to other events. She was so certain of herself and it's why she was the best in the gym in the skill. It's why there were so many gold medals hanging on her wall. But even a champion falls, that was something she always had to remember. All of them.

Just because you're at the top that doesn't mean you're not going to fall. Remember you're only human. When you're at the top, the only way is down and it can be a nasty fall, kid, Nash's voice echoed in her mind. His brothers had learned that the hard way too many times.

"Do you want to get up?" Jameson's soft tone coaxed her out of her thoughts and she looked at him startled. "You wanna get up?" The question was repeated.

"Y-Yeah."

"Okay, let me help you." He leaned back on his knee and she let him grasp her hands. "Ready?" "Yup." She exhaled, focusing on pressing the balls of her feet into the mat for grip. "Okay, on three. One, two, three." With sudden speed, he'd pulled her up and took her off balance, making her smack into his chest like a ragdoll. His arms wrapped around her instinctively and didn't move from her waist when she righted herself. Both of them were red in the face and panting.

"You good?"

"Yeah, been better, though."

He chuckled. "I'm sure." Then his expression turned sober. "But you sure scared me shitless, Aves. I was barely there on time. Please let me know when you're doing the newer routines so I can be ready to spot you. It doesn't take away from my time to keep you safe."

She could only nod. There was nothing she could say in protest. He was right which was a rarity for Jameson. But in this case it worked.

"Good. I'm glad we got that straight. I'd ask what happened but you look like you need a moment for that yourself." She let out an anxious laugh at that and nodded again. Make that a week! "I do have one more question... Go on a date with me?" He sounded out of breath.

Avery's eyes locked onto his in surprise. It was so sincere and he looked solemn but his green eyes shined with such hope. How could she refuse him especially now that he saved her life?

"Sure." Her answer came out just as breathless.

"Great, now don't do that ever again. You really caught me off guard there."

"Yeah, that was definitely not planned." She brought a hand to her sweaty forehead and swiped at the hair stuck there. "And trust me, I avoid that every chance I get."

"Well, next time, you can just call and let me catch you when you feel like you're falling for me. I love saving a damsel in distress especially when she's assigned to fall into my arms."

"Shut up." He grinned before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. Her eyes widened when he let her go and her cheeks burned with the oncoming blush. As he left, lingering just a bit when he unwrapped his remaining arm from her waist, she kept her head down trying to fight the smile playing at her lips. When he was further away, she turned slowly, her face feeling hot and smiling stupidly, big and wide and unabashed. But, when she looked up, Max was in front of her with a satisfied smirk. Very satisfied.

"Not a word." Her friend's evil merry laughter was the only thing she heard as she walked to the locker room to blush in peace.

A/N: Hey, I hope you guys enjoyed that; thanks for reading. Also, Happy Jameson Appreciation Day! I am so happy that we finally a canon date for my best boy’s birthday and that we get to celebrate him for it. For those of you who are interested in learning more about the bar skills that I mentioned in this fic, here are the sites I used:

https://wagymnastics.fandom.com/wiki/Uneven_Bars_Skills

https://www.synergygymnastics.co.uk/gymnastics-bar-moves/#google_vignette

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 11 - The Cheerleader

Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in uploading, life has been kicking my ass. Fingers crossed Chapter 12 will be up over the next couple of days, I thank each and every one of you for sticking through this with me. This chapter is very dialogue heavy, so apologies if that's not your vibe, and there isn't any smut. But we have lots of angst yay!

Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), explicit language, smoking, underage drinking (USA), ANGST.

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You eventually give your dad the highly abridged version of events. You had been seeing a boy from school, the boy he disapproved of from the parking lot, which did not garner the best reaction, and that things had come to an abrupt and messy end.

Only your dad could cuddle the life out of you whilst simultaneously grounding you for the foreseeable, school and work being the only exceptions to the rule, otherwise you were on house arrest. You had spent the rest of the evening crying in his arms, whilst he muttered reassurances.

Monday rolled around overcast and dull, but you were exceptionally glad for the long weekend, finding it hard to believe what had happened within the last 72hrs. Your only plan was to spend the day stagnating in your own misery, so it’s a surprise when Robin turns up at your bedroom door just before 11am with a bag full of chocolate, you feel your bottom lip wobble at the sight of your best-friend.

“You look like shit.” She sighs, dropping heavily on the bed and taking you into her arms, smoothing out your ratted hair, rocking you back and forth. “Your dad called me, figured you needed some female support. I take it everything is fucked?”

“I’ve messed up so bad Robin, I - how could I do it to him?” You whimper tearfully, your throat constricted with sobs, head in her lap. “I can’t go to school tomorrow, I can’t face him.” You shudder, the guilt overwhelming you. “And then there’s Steve, everything is ruined.”

“Steve-? What about Steve?” She asks sharply.

Robin spent the next hour screaming down your phone to Steve, not even your dad dared telling her to moderate her language.

“Are you a fucking moron Harrington?! Have you learnt nothing?!”

“No - no don’t give me that shit. God, I can’t believe I'm friends with such an extraordinary idiot! I leave you alone for a day Steve, a goddamn day!”

“I don’t care dingus, you’re making this right - yes - yes you are. This is some real King Steve crap, you know that?!”

“Good, I'm glad you feel like shit, it’s nothing compared to how Y/n feels! And Eddie! - Of course I knew, unlike you I'm not a blind idiot.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you. You should be talking to Nancy, you know your girlfriend?”

“Uh-huh - yeah - no I’ll walk - because I don’t wanna ride with you - the Russians are gone Steve - ok fine see you in the morning - but you’re still a douchebag.”

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Your dad drops you to school the following morning, with a firm command that he would be picking up again at 4pm on the dot. You look rough, there’s no other word for it. Robin had coaxed you into taking a perfunctory shower for the sake of hygiene before she left, but you had gone to bed with your hair still wet; now haphazardly piled on your head like a bird’s nest, wearing your baggiest clothes as though the fabric could hide you from the world. You were so caught up in your misery that you walked straight into Dustin, his arms shooting out to steady you. Where there was Dustin there was Steve, leaning against the hood of his car looking guilty, Robin shooting daggers at him.

“You ok Y/n?” Dustin asks concerned.

“I’m good, thanks Dustin, sorry for -” You trail off gesturing at your collision.

“Oh it’s no biggie, I’m a strong guy, I can take it.” He grins toothily, sweet kid, patting you clumsily on the arm. Robin pushes Steve towards you, where he stands scruffing his sneakers against the asphalt in a most un-Steve-like fashion.

“Can we talk?” He asks quietly, not meeting your eye.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You say, crossing your arms defensively.

“Please, Y/n, I want - I want to make things right between us.” He pleads softly, you glance at Robin who nods in a ‘give him a chance’ sort of way.

“Fine, you get 10 minutes.” You huff, throwing yourself into the passenger seat.

There was a time, not so long ago, that you would have given anything to be sat alone with Steve in his precious BMW, now you feel borderline claustrophobic as he drives a little ways from the school, pulling off a small dirt road killing the engine.

“Thanks for agreeing to speak to me - it’s more than I deserve.” He sighs.

“You got that right, what the hell were you thinking?” You snap, staring resolutely out the passenger window.

“I wasn’t thinking, I just - I care so much about you honey -” Steve reasons, but you see red, cutting him off.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it Steve, if you wanted to be mad at someone it should have been me, not Eddie.” You force his name out through clenched teeth, eyes once again swimming with tears. “So why now? Why the sudden interest?” You ask sharply, wiping angrily at your cheeks, turning to finally look at him. He’s slumped down in his seat, one hand pressed to his forehead.

“Things between me and Nancy haven’t been good lately, I thought after everything that happened last year we were back on track, but I think she just wanted some familiarity after Jonathon upped and left. The things that broke us up last time are still there, I want to work on them y’know but Nance - she just keeps pushing me away.” He says sadly.

“So you thought you’d ruin my relationship to make yourself feel better?” You snipe petulantly, not in the mood to listen to Steve’s woes.

“No - no that’s not what I wanted.” He sighs deeply again, sitting up straighter. “But - you were right yesterday, what you said about me not noticing you before, I took you for granted. These past two months you’ve been so talkative, and funny, and you just started to - I don’t know - shine?”

“Because of Eddie.” You mumble. 

“I guess so.” Steve nods slowly in agreement.

“So you noticed me and thought I'd just leap into your arms the minute you wanted me to?” You ask flatly.

“I thought - maybe if some random guy had a shot and things weren’t serious -” Steve struggles to find the words before nodding again, this time in defeat. “Yeah I guess that’s exactly what I thought.”

You snort in derision, picking at a small rip on the knee of your jeans, two months ago you would have run to Steve like a dog being called back to its owner and the thought makes you embarrassed. The hold he had over you and yet hadn’t even been aware of it.

“Stacey Sharp’s 14th birthday.” You mutter.

“Huh?” Steve asks blankly.

“That’s the day I fell in love with you. I was only there because I lived on the same street as her and Dad made me go. I was so afraid of the bigger kids so I just sat on the edge of the pool. Carol Perkins pushed me in, and I wasn’t a strong swimmer, you jumped in after me. Gave Carol a piece of your mind and helped me find a towel.” You talk quietly, like you might disturb the memory. “Then you walked me back to my house -”

“- your dad made us PB&J sandwiches, we ate them in your driveway.” He says slowly. “I remember. You - you’ve liked me for that long?” He asks, holding your gaze.

“Yeah, like I said, overlooked.” You say with a wry smile.

“Y/n, honey, I may have overlooked you romantically, but I’ve always valued your friendship.”

You lapse into strained silence, there was so much more to be said, but you were emotionally exhausted, stuck in some hellish purgatory.

“Can I - can I just try something? To be sure?” He asks jerkily.

“What?” You whisper, suddenly caught by the look in Steve’s eyes, it was a smouldering look that you had always wished would be thrown your way.

“Just - come here.” He sighs, leaning across the console.

You hold your breath as Steve moves closer, his hands lightly holding your face, eyes darting across your own. Was this actually happening? He licks his lower lip and you unconsciously mirror him, unsure who closes the remaining distance, mouth finally meeting yours in a light press. He tentatively deepens the kiss and the effect is instantaneous, both of you pulling back looking confusedly at each other, your chest heaving.

It was as though you were seeing him properly for the first time, gone was the little glowing golden aura that used to surround him, all that remained was plain old Steve.

“That - that felt weird right?” Steve asks, grimacing.

“Oh my god, so weird!” You gasp, pressing your lips together sheepishly to suppress a giggle. “It felt like I was kissing a relative.” 

“Yes! Exactly that!” He says with enthusiasm, sighing in relief that you aren’t upset. “What a mess huh?” He laughs wryly, as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“6 years of pining and we’re not even compatible!” You say laughing openly now, almost hysterical at the absolute bitch of a hand life had dealt you.

“Better as friends?” He asks hesitantly, chuckling along with you.

“100% better as friends.” You smile softly, Steve takes your hand, pressing an affectionate kiss to the back.

  The levity you feel is short-lived, whilst it’s wonderful to have your friendship with Steve semi back on track, your relationship with Eddie was still very much up in flames. 

“What am I gonna do Steve?” You mumble sadly.

“You talk to him.” He says plainly.

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, I’ll be lucky if he ever even breathes in my direction again.” You sigh, leaning heavily back into the seat, feet up on the dashboard, if Steve minds he has the sense not to reprimand you.

“You love him?” It’s not like the weekend when his tone was accusatory, this time it’s gentle and genuinely curious.

You chew at your thumb, ignoring the sharp sting from the already sore worried skin. That was the million dollar question, the one you had been pondering for weeks, the one you desperately wanted to answer, but slipped away from you every time. If you couldn’t be honest with Steve, how were you ever going to be honest with Eddie? 

“Yeah - yeah I think I do.” You say, the realization hitting you like a tonne of bricks.

“Then you gotta talk to him, no matter how hard it might be.” Steve advises.

“Ok, but you have to promise me something.” You say turning fully in your seat to face him. “Talk to Nancy, all that stuff you said to me at work about her, that’s still there too Steve.”

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Steve had returned you to school with a hug, and a promise that he would have a heart to heart with Nancy. The rest of the morning grinds by at an agonizingly slow pace, but when the lunch bell finally rings you’re ready to cut and run, you don’t know if you can cope being in the cafeteria with Eddie, wondering if he hates you or not.

“You gotta eat something babe.” Robin sighs, nudging an apple in your direction.

“‘M not hungry.” You mumble, staring resolutely at the polished concrete floor.

“Tell that to your thumb.” She says, pulling it away from your mouth, wincing at how angry it looks.

You glance up, and immediately catch Eddie’s eye, heart beating frantically in response. He also appears to not be eating, barely engaged with the conversation around him, bags under his eyes and mouth pulled down in a small frown.

“I- I gotta go.” You blurt to Robin, already pushing yourself away from the table, practically sprinting the length of the room. You don’t stop running until you barrel into the girl’s bathroom, sobbing openly, arms braced on the porcelain sink, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard.

“Y/n…? You ok?” A soft feminine voice jolts you, Chrissy Cunningham is hovering by a stall, looking concerned.

You push back from the sink, roughly wiping at your face with your sleeve.

“I’m - yeah I’m fine - Chrissy.” You stammer. “Thanks.” You add somewhat lamely.

Through the fog of your own misery you notice Chrissy’s cheeks are also wet, eyes similarly red, she’s shaking slightly leaning against the toilet door, pulling the sleeves of her cardigan over her hands.

“You ok?” You ask slowly, she nods quickly but alarmingly dissolves into tears. You surge forward surprising yourself, bringing her into your arms, she hugs you back tightly, her small frame quaking.

“J-Jason and I, we - we’ve broken up.” She cries.

Well shit, what fresh karmic hell is this? 

“But - you seemed so good together?” You say falteringly, if you were honest you had never paid much heed to Hawkins High’s power couple, your social standing allowed you to slip under the radar of most cliques and that suited you fine; but Jason and Chrissy always seemed like a perfect pairing, beautiful, popular, both generally well liked. 

“He’s been given a full sports scholarship at Syracuse in the fall, he doesn’t think it’ll work with the distance.” Chrissy sniffles.

“I’m so sorry Chrissy - he’s a massive dick if he’s not willing to try at least.” You soothe, allowing her space as she pulls back with the smallest of laughs.

“What about you?” She asks kindly, gesturing to your watery eyes.

“It doesn’t matter, just some boy trouble of my own, nothing I can’t handle.” You lie trying to sound casual.

She nods in understanding, pulling some toilet paper out for you both, she dabs delicately at her face whilst you drag the tissue over your eyes.

“I know we’ve never really spoken much, but I’ve always liked you Y/n.” She smiles shyly. “You should come to my pre-graduation party this weekend.” She offers.

“That’s really nice of you Chrissy, but I’m grounded, no parties for me.” You say awkwardly, throwing your used tissue into the trash can.

“Well if you manage to sneak out or something, it would be great to see you there.” She pulls you in for another hug, and you tentatively pat her on the back, feeling like you’ve fallen into the Twilight Zone.

Try as you might you don’t manage to see Eddie for the rest of the day, you’re tempted to go to the picnic bench at 4pm, risking a permanent grounding from your dad, but his van is already gone from the parking lot by the time you emerge..

You spend the rest of the evening crying intermittently in your room, the pattern broken only by Robin calling to see how things went with Steve.

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Tuesday… 

Eddie avoids you in the corridors, turning resolutely in the opposite direction each time he spots you.

He’s not in the cafeteria at lunchtime, when you ask Dustin he says he’s busy with band stuff.

Wednesday…

Eddie ignores you when you call his name across the parking lot, striding to his van without a second glance.

Thursday…

You call Eddie’s house only for Wayne to answer.

“He’s not here darlin’, but I'll tell him you called.”

Friday…

You manage to corner Gareth in the library, dropping into a seat next to him, determined to speak to Eddie.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you guys, but Eddie - he’s super cut up about it. He’s been throwing himself into practice but he’s not right.” Gareth whispers.

“I fucked up Gareth and I need to fix it, but I can’t do that unless I can speak to Eddie.” You say urgently, heads tucked tight together to avoid the wrath of Mrs Giles, the overbearing librarian.

“We’re playing The Hideout tomorrow night at 7.” He mumbles.

“You are literally the best.” You sigh in relief, throwing your arms around his neck, earning a small pat and blush from Gareth.

“Just do me a solid, maybe speak to him after our set, and not before? This could be a big gig for us.” He says cautiously.

You feel somewhat lighter as the school day draws to a close, knowing that you may finally be able to speak to Eddie, without him running off so easily. You go to collect your bag from your locker when a neon flier is thrust in front of your face, Chance from the basketball team grinning cockily at you.

“Hey there pretty girl. Wanna go to a bitchin’ party tomorrow?” He grins in what you believe is an attempt at a charming smile but it comes across as slightly seedy.

“Do people still say bitchin’?” You deadpan, snatching the flier without looking, stuffing it into your purse

“All the cool ones, yeah.” He laughs and you find yourself smiling falsely, squeezing past him. “So I’ll see you there?” He calls after you. You walk away without a word, focusing on the task ahead of you.

The minute you get home from school you call Steve at work.

“Family Video, Steve speaking, how may I help?”

“Steve, it’s me, and I need a favour.” You say quietly, making sure your bedroom door is shut tight.

“Why do I have the feeling I’m not going to enjoy this favour?” He asks in trepidation. 

“I’m grounded, but Eddie is playing at The Hideout tomorrow night, I need you to come pick me up at six-thirty and tell my dad I have to work the closing shift with you.”

“I dunno Y/n, lying to your dad, that’s a good way for me to get my ass kicked.” Steve says slowly. “Why don’t you just say you’re staying at Robin’s?”

“I’ve used Robin too many times, and he’s only letting me out of the house for school and work. Come on, Steve, you owe me this, please.” You plead, biting your lip. You hear him sigh heavily, as he works through his feelings of unease. 

“Alright, fine, but if your dad finds out, it’s your ass on the line.” He says finally.

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Steve picks you up the following evening as agreed, your dad none the wiser as you leave in your work uniform, pressing a parting kiss to his cheek. You clamber into the back of Steve’s car, already stripping before you’re down the block swapping into the clothes you’d shoved into your purse.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks quickly, giving him an eyeful of your bra in the rear-view mirror as you slip a drop-shoulder top over your head.

“Changing.” You say obviously, wriggling out of your pants, hefting up your denim skirt. “Eyes on the road Harrington.” You grin, throwing your uniform into the trunk, applying blusher as steadily as you can.

“So am I picking you up or what?” Steve queries as you climb over into the front seat, making a noise of complaint when your heels make contact with the precious leather.

“If you’ve not heard from me by midnight, call my dad and tell him I’m crashing at your place with Robin.” You say, lining your lips. 

“And he’ll buy that?”.

“He may not like it, but yeah he’ll buy it.” 

“I don’t know about this honey - shouldn’t I stick around? What if you two have a fight again?” Steve asks in concern.

“Steve, given what happened the last time you saw each other, I don’t think Eddie is going to react very well if you rock up with me.” You huff, teasing your hair with the spare comb he keeps in the glove box.

“Fair.” He relents, grabbing the comb back in affectionate irritation. “But I still don’t like it.”

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The parking lot for The Hideout is surprisingly busy, and it’s only when you walk in you realize why. The place is packed with your classmates, a big sign hanging from the ceiling that says ‘Class of 1986!’, you notice the vast majority of the cheer squad milling around and the penny drops, you’ve inadvertently crashed Chrissy Cunningham’s party.

“Y/n!” You hear your name, Gareth weaving his way through the crowd towards you.

“Gareth, you didn’t tell me this was Chrissy’s party!” You hiss.

“Does it matter?” He asks cluelessly. “We're on in like 10 minutes, I’ll make sure Eddie finds you after, ok?” He reassures, giving your arm a squeeze.

You hover debating on waiting outside but figure you better remain inside for Eddie. You heave a deep sigh, moving to the bar perching on a stool, legs jiggling nervously, you’re caught up in your thoughts when a sweet voice next to you speaks.

“Two diet cokes please. Oh my god Y/n! You came! Hi!” Chrissy Cunningham is standing next to you, leaning on the bar looking like pure heaven in a pretty light peach dress.

“Hi Chrissy” You say awkwardly, allowing her to embrace you. 

“Isn’t this place great? I was going to host the party at my house but my dad knows the owner, and then Eddie Munson offered to do a gig with his band Corroded Coffin. I haven’t seen them play since middle school!” She’s grinning from ear to ear, but all you hear is white noise, Eddie spoke to Chrissy? 

“I wouldn’t have thought Eddie’s music was your thing.” You ask weakly, head spinning.

“Oh they’re mostly doing covers tonight, Eddie’s been meeting with me every evening to go through the playlist, inviting me to their practices and stuff.” She rambles happily, you can only nod, heart hammering against your ribs. Eddie and Chrissy, of course she was single now.

“You here with Gareth? Was he the cause of your boy trouble? Have you made up?” Chrissy asks in rapid fire, and you’re beginning to suspect that someone might have a hip flask around adding something extra to the sodas.

“Gareth?” You repeat blankly, feeling detached from your voice.

“I saw you talking to him earlier, he’s cute.” She grins, the sound of electric guitars being plugged in stops you from answering. “Oh they’re starting! Come to the front with me!” She shouts, hauling you both towards the stage, you manage to hang back being slightly absorbed by the crowd.

You feel like you’re in a semi-catatonic state as the band finishes their tune up, Eddie’s voice ringing out through the mic in a screech of feedback.

“Uh - thanks for coming guys, we’re Corroded Coffin. Chrissy, this one's for you, ‘86 baby.” He says, grinning down from the stage to where she’s standing, the crowd going wild as they start to play some suped up version of Blondie’s Call Me.

You think you might throw up, limbs tingling unpleasantly, as you stagger to the bathroom. There are a group of girls you sort of recognise, sitting on the edges of the sinks drinking from a large bottle of vodka, and smoking.

“Can I get some of that?” You ask breathlessly pointing at the vodka.  

“The more the merrier!” One of the girls laughs, clearly trashed.

You drink a third like it’s water, ignoring the burn as it slides down your throat, desperate to numb the overwhelming panic in your chest. 

“We’ve got rum too.” Another girl says, already passing you the bottle, you hate rum but anything will do at this point, wishing you had told Steve to stay.

“This is shit, we should have gone to Carver’s party then we wouldn’t have to hide in a fucking bathroom to get wasted.” A girl you think is called Linda whines, pushing her tits up and down experimentally in the mirror.

“And I told you I lost the fucking flier with the address.” The girl who passed you the rum, shouts impatiently.

“Oh, I think I have one.” You say with a small hiccup, fishing about in your purse for the neon green paper Chase had given you yesterday.

“YES!” Linda screeches happily, snagging it from your hands. 

“You coming?” Rum girl asks you, gathering up the alcohol and shoving it into her bag while the others file out in disarray.

You shouldn’t, you should call Steve, you should go home, but your feet move of their own accord following the group out in a slight daze. Evidently you’d been in the bathroom for longer than you thought, the band were currently taking a break, mingling on the floor with everyone else.

Chrissy’s bell-like laugh echoes across the room, cutting through you like a knife, you see her delicate hand resting on Eddie’s chest leaning into him as he laughs along with her. You feel like you’re drowning, breath catching painfully, lip trembling as you swallow the pain down. Gareth says something to Eddie and he suddenly catches your eye, moving to approach you but you’re already heading towards the front door with the drunk girls.

“Y/n wait!” He calls, and you bolt, banging through the double doors, clambering into a car with the girls who laugh and scream as you all peel away from the building.

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TBP HEADCANONS ABOUT ....

{ Friend / someone they know with addiction problems / who's a bad influence }

Characters included : Finney Blake , Gwendolyn Blake , Robin Arellano , Bruce Yamada , Billy Showalter , Griffin Stagg , Vance Hopper

Warnings ! ! : Angst , addiction subject , mention of underage , physical and mental consequences of consuming , some characters would be influenced in consuming as well , crime commiting , mental illness , gun owning , aggression ( verbal and physical ) , manipulation , toxic attitudes , drugs , weed , alcoholism , smoking , no specific pronouns , etc

Author's note : if YOU or someone you know is going through some of these things help them if you can , sometimes actions are better than words , but do not let yourself or others be at risk , remember to always keep in mind that addiction can lead the person to lose touch with reality or with their emotions and will not act the same as before , so if the problem it's too big for you to handle , try to seek professional help if you feel out of control or seeking these substances more than normal or another close person of your circle , it's never late to change. End of the note .

Finney Blake would ...

Stay away from those type of people . I feel like it's easy to picture him as someone who would try to seek help for them or be in touch without difficulty with people like this but no , he lives in a constant survival mode with his father who's an alcoholic , so he knows how hard it is to keep it on when the addiction changes the person's mood and treats harshly or carelessly the ones they're close . He's not against helping a person in need as long they don't represent any danger and he's able to move on with his life , would be polite and kind in a conversation but will not befriend someone who's notoriously bad news , he's ok with fighting if it's in your defense , but constant trouble is just a no

Gwendolyn Blake would...

Not care as long as they don't treat her bad or force her into consuming as well . It's not like she would seek a bad influence on her life purposely , but if someone she met is nice and cool enough she would slowly befriend them with time . I think she would try to make the person stop consuming or at least less than normal , tell them that she doesn't like when they do it in front of her . But like I said , contrary of Finney , she's unintentionally used to it and wouldn't see that much of problem , but the second they try to make her consume as well or treat her bad she would not think twice in getting away or defend herself . She would also cut all sort of friendship if the person hurts others that are innocent , her friends or brother

Robin Arellano would...

Not care at first but would slowly start to consume as well , the habit staying with him for life even if they stop talking with the bad influence person . The person got his attention because of their fighting skills and reputation , they getting along with Robin and he would soon notice their love for smoking and drinking . At first , like I said previously , he would not care or say anything about it , it's their problem he would say , but with time he would try some just to impress the person a little , realizing that he can get even more respect from them and the school if he kept the habits . He normalized this because I believe his uncle might also smoke and drink but he would not rationalize that he's an adult and he's still in school trying to pass the year .The bad influence would make him be more irresponsible than before , this would be noticed by their family and they would scold him for it , that's when he would try to stop and moderate himself . The only way he cuts all friendship between him and that person is that they want him to do drugs , starts to mock him or hurts innocent people , that would make him back off from that person in a blink , if so person confronts Robin , he would aggressively told them to leave him alone and might be physically violent if they persist . If not , he would not see the problem in them . If so case Robin moved on from them , the damage would be already done , because he would keep smoking and drinking all along to relieve some stress , growing up with the bad habits

Bruce Yamada would...

Become addicted as well but would recover himself completely . I see him as a party type of guy and he definitely tried alcohol before but in a small amount , never getting to the drunk state until he goes to a party with strong drinks and would probably still in there because he would dismiss any danger . If pressured , I feel that Bruce would try drugs thinking it would be a one time occasion , but no . A bad game streak would make him feel on the line of being a disappointment in everyone's eyes , so in need of a distraction he goes to a party , the bad influence shows up again and tells him to take once more the substances to " feel alive " . His winning streak came back and he started to celebrate party after party , getting more and more addicted , convinced it was making him more confident and efficient on the game , but that wasn't enough , he would search outside those events and even take them before every game because he firmly believed it was the cause of his luck . It isn't until his family , clean friend , school authority or Bruce getting into a fight with a baseman for loosing where his parents grounded him , and in that time , he realizes what he had done . Later he would tell other people himself about what he been through , get himself distance from alcohol , drugs , cigarettes , bad influences , everything , focusing on the sport that he loves so much and the little simple things in life that don't need anything more to be special

Billy Showalter would ...

Try to help the person but would move on if they keep consuming . It really depends if he knows them better or not , if he never spoke once with you , he won't care , even if it's sad seeing someone's on his age consuming he would keep doing his thing . The story changes when that person is a close friend or family , then he would try everything that he can to make them understand that it's not the way , if he has the opportunity babysitting / parenting the person after a hangover , munchies , near overdose , fight , etc . But even if he wants to take care of those he cares about , if the person doesn't stop what they're doing and treats him badly or keep making fake promises of change , sadly but tired he would move on and let them be . If the person becomes clean he can reluctantly agree to come back in touch until he's sure they are out of that life for sure , if not , then he knows he tried , he's just a paper news delivery boy after all .

Vance Hopper would ...

Become addicted for life if the person doesn't get away from him . Since it's cannon stated by the actor of the character himself , Vance has a horrible home life , and he also doesn't feel safe at school since institutions back then were even more indifferent to the students problems than now , so if a bad influence told him that there's way to forget the pain , he would believe them . Toxic masculinity would push him to smoke , drink and fight even he didn't want to because that's why tough guys do , even if Vance was just a lost kid that only wanted to play Pinball at the Grab n' Go . If this bad influence invites him to the drug world , he would be scared at first to take them , although he would never admit it , but after a few tries he would become a full time addicted and might end up running away from his house , school , maybe buying guns to get more money for all the vice that he thinks he needs . Unless this bad influence moves on from Vance or back stabs him , he would stick to them and their bad habits since nobody would say anything about it , because Pin Pall Vance Hopper is the toughest kid at school , and tough boys don't cry about needing more ecstasy on their bodies or loneliness , boys don't cry . At all .

Griffin Stagg would ...

Be stucked in a endless cycle of chasing the person around in hope to save them . This person wouldn't be able to convince this little guy from taking that path on his life but sure would make him believe every fake promise of changing habits and quitting stuff , the bad influence probably knowing well how lonely and easily attached he is , so they know that no matter what they do to their body , seal to others , buy or fight with , he would stick around because they are the closest thing that he has of a friend . He would try to help them over and over , chase them around when they're gone again and again , but it never ends , he can go years like this where there's gonna be a point where Griffin accepts it and just waits for the person to come and being taken care of . Unless the bad influence moves on , he would stay by their side forever .

[violetmina]

Chokehold - Ch. 2

Chokehold Masterlist

Taglist: @roundroald, @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5,419

Warning: Swearing, minor injuries. Slight sexual tension? Butcher being...Butcher? So an ass. He’s defintely an ass.

A/N: Buckle up, y'all. It's a long one. I tried not to let this get away from me but it's hard writing these moves and techniques without getting wordy. Please keep in mind that Brazilian jiu jitsu is a complicated system with many variations of many techniques. Even common names can also vary from gym to gym, instructor to instructor, ect. What I describe here is fairly universal and written as what has been taught to me. BUT it is not the end all, be all.

I also hope describing the reader as shorter than Butcher, or other similar minor details, are not outstanding enough to take away from the story. I have done my best to be as vague as possible. Enjoy.

"Wait…why don't you want me to tell them?"

"Cuz I said so," Butcher grumbled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green.

"OK, fine," you shrugged in the passenger seat. You turned from him long enough to sift through the bag of fast food sitting warmly in your lap. The two of you had volunteered for this evening's food run, a moderate size order since Frenchie and Kimiko were the only other ones still there for the night. You passed over Frenchie's order, the lone shake Kimiko had requested and finally finding your individual prizes, you moved the bag aside to replace it with your fries. You waved Butcher his burger in offering. "But a little explanation would be nice."

He waved away the burger and you slid it back in the bag. Then promptly squawked when he snatched a clump of your fries. You hid them by your hip closest to the door, hopefully out of his greedy reach. "Look," he explained around two of them in his teeth like a poised cigarette, "You came to me. It's not they're business. You can surprise Hughie and the congresswoman when you're well and ready. In the meantime, let's not have the temptation of too many cooks in the kitchen, eh?"

The light changed and he eased onto the gas, snapping the fries into his mouth. "For whatever reason, the boys like you. They'd be happy to help. But bless they're bleeding little hearts, I don't need them fluttering about with pointers or how they do shit. Next thing you know it'll be Ryan or Hughie bugging me to teach them, too. I'm not running a fucking daycare."

You paused in chewing, stuffing his fries out of the bag and into the console on his side. You slid his drink in as well before he could eye yours. "Did you just call me a child, or are you saying you're old?"

The streetlights caught the glitter of annoyance in his dark eyes as he pinned you with a look. "Old enough to spank ya, ya mouthy shit."

If he had any inkling of the internal conflict that caused you, he showed no indication as he turned his attention back to traffic. You popped another fry in your mouth to chew on instead of your lip. For two and a half weeks now you'd been training under Butcher's firm instruction. If you could call two hours of mobility drills, three times a week "training". You had expected this whole experience to be rough, grueling, militant even. What you had not expected was your growing awareness of Butcher. The kind of awareness that noted how large his palms and how long his fingers were when he corrected your form. The kind that locked onto the flex of his thighs under dark denim when he demonstrated a move in the drill. The one that often traced and retraced the distinct outline of his shoulders when he shrugged on or off his coat. Going through the motions was easy in comparison to the growing war you had with the intrusive, pulsing thoughts that came during each lesson.

What's worse was that it was now seeping and lingering long after the lessons. During random things he'd say or do. Like just now.

A tight exhale through his nose pulled you out of your thoughts as he pulled up to another red light. You'd been around Butcher long enough at this point to know that he was a little off. Grumpy seemed to be his default, but lately he'd been more snippish than usual. His brow sat a little lower, a little heavier, his eyes a bit tighter at the corners. It had been a disappointing day, a supe had gotten a plea bargain and lowered the five years in prison to an insulting six months parole. By the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel and the other strangled his soda, you had a feeling he was craving something much stronger and blatantly denying himself. You admired his self-discipline almost as much as his physical attributes. But god was his mood getting harder to tolerate with each passing day.

With that in mind, you shifted - or shoved, rather - away from his response and doubled back. "I didn't come to you for lessons. You caught me in my bluff and took over. You or nothing, remember? But I get your point. We've all got our hands full and I don't want to distract everybody from our cases. Kinda feel bad already."

"Oh?," he mutters, still glaring at the road.

You sip on your drink before nodding as the light hits green again. "Yeah. Actually…" For a second you hesitate but push forward anyway. "Butcher, I wanted to say thank you."

That snaps his head to you with a look you don't see on him often - genuine, mild surprise. "Thank me?"

"Yes, Butcher," you laugh. "Thank you. I mean it. I still don't really get why you insist on being my coach. With everything you got going on - Ryan, putting up with Hughie and the bureau, Homelander still even existing - I don't know how you find time to breathe. But you're still finding time to help me, personally and I honestly wasn't expecting that from you. So…thank you."

The corners of his mouth twitched up for a brief second, the first you'd seen in days, before gliding the car to the curb. "Yeah, well," he mumbled as he killed the engine, "You're welcome. Can't risk having you being turned into a red smear under our boots out there, now can we?"

You smile and the both of you gather your food before stepping out of the car. In a brief moment you've entered the building and crossed the lobby. "That actually might not be a bad idea, though," you mused, sipping again on your drink in contemplation as you enter the elevator.

"What? Being smeared across the concrete?"

"No," you reply, nearly choking on your soda as he presses the button for the right floor. "I mean about you teaching Ryan. Maybe it'd do you both some good."

Butcher barked a laugh. "Mallory would just love me for that, wouldn't she? First, I drop a supe kid in her lap outta the blue, then I show him how to dislocate a knee or elbow. Only he can do it with a little flick of his pinky. A bit of gym class on those poor guards when he's not doing his homework." He shakes his head. "Nah. He don't need that."

You shrugged. "I don't know. You said he's been having nightmares, right?" Butcher nods. "For all the power he has, he's still a kid. He probably feels lost. His life is out of control. Maybe learning how to defend himself will give him that - some sense of control."

"You really think that?"

"I don't know for sure. But that's what it does for me. Not that you care but it's helped me more than -"

"How could I not care?"

You're startled by it and by the look he's whirled on you. His brows furrowed and his eyes lock on you like he's searching for as much a nonverbal answer as a verbal one. It's not angry per se, but you feel like it could peel you back in layers. It dawns on you that you're staring at him, and how dumb you must look with the straw still perched on your lip. You don't know how to respond.

He shifts on his feet and blinks as if remembering something. "Look, I might not always be what this team needs. I'm a bit of a bastard. But this bastard cares just a little bit about this lot." Here he held up his fingers in almost a pinch. "And whether you like it or not, you're in it."

"Oh. Okay. I…I didn't mean to…"

The elevator jolts to a stop and you both watch the doors open. "C'mon." He presses a hand between your shoulder blades to steer you towards the office. "Let's finish this grub before it gets cold and that stupid shake melts over everything."

Your brain finally kicks back into gear and into the present when you step across the threshold of the office space. You find Kimiko and Frenchie curled up on the couch watching the TV, both looking a bit perturbed. Her sour expression is the first to change when she spots you, a smile unfolding as she bounds off the couch towards you. You hand her the shake, recognizing her sign for "thank you" before she clasps it with both hands. You often still need Frenchie to translate for you but you've been making steady progress in your interactions with her. "Enjoy," you tell her, momentarily wrapping her in a hug.

"Can you believe this bullshit?," Frenchie interrupts the moment, eyes still glued on the TV. Your ears recognize the news coverage of the supe that had slithered out your fingers earlier in the day. "Two months. Two fucking months of intel, following that asshole around. Just for some attorney to buy him a slap on the wrist. Merde!"

"Shut it off, Frenchie," Butcher snaps, shedding his coat to deposit on a chair. "Ain't listening to you bitch all night. Can't do nothing about it now."

Frenchie grumbles but turns it off anyway. Kimiko curls back into her spot next to him, happily working on her treat. You sort through the bag and set the rest of the food on the coffee table before settling in between her and Butcher.

"Thank you, Y/N, for bringing the food," Frenchie smiles at you as he encourages Kimiko to steal whatever she wants from his order. "And putting up with this pissy bastard to get it." Billy chucks a condiment packet at his face and flips him the finger in response, but Frenchie swats it away with a teasing grin.

"He ain't so bad," you shrugged, finally wrapping your hands around your burger. "We're all kinda pissy after today. Besides, he only bit me twice on the ride over. Didn't even break skin this time!"

Butcher flashes a conspiratorial smirk at you around a mouthful of food. "I'll fucking remember that." At which you remember what waits for you when the food is gone, and the other two retire for the night. Oops.

Kimiko glances at you and signs. Frenchie nods and swallows before saying, "She wants to know if he bit your knees and elbows. They're an awful pretty shade of maroon."

"Huh? Oh." You look yourself over and realize the jeans you wore had a hole in one knee, where, just as he had said, a solid red-tinged bruise peeked out. In an attempt to spare your shirt of stains you had also rolled up your sleeves, flashing the same shade on your elbows. You'd been pretty diligent at keeping them out of view up to this point. No need for them to start having the same train of thought Butcher had when he'd found out about them.

"You've been pretty beat up the last month or so and you're not even out with us in the trenches. You doing ok, mon amie?"

"I'm ok, Frenchie. I've been trying a new workout at home lately. And rearranging my apartment a bit." Part of you feels bad at how easy you lie to them. But when he and Kimiko just look at each other and shrug in acceptance, you practically feel Butcher's keen attention pull away, although he never moved his eyes from his dinner. There wasn't a sign that he'd even been paying attention to any of you but instinct said he was satisfied with your answer.

You try to focus on your food and its flavors. You try to focus on the conversation as it shifts topics. You try to focus on the jokes and banter that Frenchie initiates with Butcher. You just try to focus on anything other than how aware you are of him, and don't know how to feel about it.

Eventually the time comes and the two shuffle out the door, buying the excuse of you and Butcher staying late to follow up a lead. It's a go-to at this point and they seem to eat it up like the food they just ate, so neither of you elaborate any further. You waved goodbye as they step into the elevator, and only once they were out of sight did you close the door. When you turn around, Butcher is already standing, tilting his head to the furniture. "Let's not waste any time and move this shit. We gotta lot of work tonight."

It's become routine. You pair up together and shift the desks so as to prevent further scuffing of the floor. Then one of you moves the coffee table and the other follows behind with the rug. You had tried to get him to leave it in the first week, hoping for some kind of relief on your contact points. But he'd only gave you a smirk, yanked it further away, sat a chair just on its edge, and planted himself firmly in it. You hadn't bothered asking for even the slightest accommodation since.

Once the floor is clear you immediately sink down into the space. "Combat hip drill?"

"That's right," he says, leaning against one of the columns closest to you. "But slightly different. When you're up off the floor, you'll hold. Gonna give you a pop quiz. When you answer right, you'll go back to the drill unless I say different. Rinse and repeat."

"And if I get it wrong?"

"You'll find out, won't ya?"

"Ok…" You're curious at the change of pace but say nothing. You start, arms close to your chest, hips doing the work as you sit up. Then hold.

"What's your breakfall?"

"It's how you fall back to break your fall to minimize damage. Like if somebody pushed you to the ground."

"Show me."

You tuck your chin as close to your chest as you can, holding the slight curve in your back as you fall backwards. You stretch your arms out and slap your palms down as you make contact with the floor. 

Butcher nods. "Good. Drill." You shift up and start again, switching legs. You get through three more cycles before he tells you to hold the top again. "What's shrimping?"

"It's a hip escape. The movement helps you escape out of positions when you're on the ground."

"Breakfall and show me till I tell you to stop."

You almost cast him a look but follow through, falling back to the floor again. Once there you shift onto your side, place your bottom foot and hands on the floor and shift your hips back as far as you can, now resembling the shape of a shrimp. Then you switch sides and repeat, sliding across the floor. You reach several feet before Butcher calls out for you to turn round and do it back to where you started. Even though you know how crucial this move actually is, you still feel a little ridiculous as you move across the floor.

You barely reach your original spot before he tells you to drill again. Up, back, switch legs. Up, back, switch legs. "Alright. Shift gears. Do your gators, to the door and back. I know how much you love these," he drawls.

You suppress a groan, knowing it would only encourage him, and roll onto all fours. You shift to a push-up stance then place your left arm slightly in front of you. You keep your right hand where it is and slide your right knee up as close to it as you can, left leg straight. Then do a push-up, or at least your attempt of one that doesn't have you firmly kiss the floor. At the top you alternate sides, moving you slightly forward and do it again. Gator crawls, gator push-ups, whatever they were called, Butcher wasn't wrong - you hated them. They made your shoulders and arms and…Well pretty much everything burns.

You're mentally cursing at the tremble in your muscles and how loud your huffing quickly becomes when you hear movement next to you. You turn your head and almost fall over when you find Butcher moving alongside you. Only he makes it look far easier than you do. He dips low, arms and muscles supporting him with ease, one leg stretching long and lean behind him before switching with the other. But even in your position it's his back that catches your wandering eye. The hem of his shirt rides up each time he trades arms and the skin above his belt peeks out. Not even the loud print on the fabric could hide the deep line centered over his back, or the thick, flexing cords of muscle that go up his spine and flare broadly out from his shoulder blades.

"Wha…?," you croak. The second it leaves your drying mouth, you're glad that you can blame it on the exercise. He pauses at the top of the pushup to look at your confused face, just a half pace behind.

"Oi!" He scowls, and a ripple of envy at his fitness hits you as he balances enough to give a quick swat to your shaky bicep with the back of his hand. "Gonna be in trouble if I beat you back here! Move your ass!"

You want to ask him what the hell he's doing but you don't dare risk what happens if he outpaces you. Part of you wishes you were faster as you both reach and turn back at the door. But you take a little comfort in hearing the faint grunts even he makes in the effort of executing the exercise. You manage to push yourself to finish the gator crawls just a pace before him and roll onto the floor with a sigh.

"Don't get cozy there, yet. On your feet."

"Yes, sir." He casts a glare down at your sarcasm but lets you rise up off the floor and onto your feet without comment. "Alright. What's next?"

Butcher begins to remove his watch. "No more drills tonight. Now we start the nitty gritty. The advantage of a grappling art like jiu jitsu is it focuses on the ground being the playing field. The worst place to be for most, cuz most don't know fuck all to do when they get there. The disadvantage…" He places his watch on the nearest desk. "...is it's on the ground. Which means you gotta get you and your attacker there to use a lot of what I'm gonna teach you. And an old fashioned hip throw is a good place to start."

"Oh. Well that's great," you grimace. "Is this because I joked about your age earlier? I'm your ragdoll for you to throw around tonight then? Look, if you want an apology-."

"Actually, you're gonna throw me."

You blink. Then smile. Which quickly fades when he smirks back. "Um, Butcher, if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly setting weightlifting records. And 'small' is not a word I would use to describe you."

"Ain't even got me drawers down and you're already praising me, love?"

You close your eyes and tilt your head back. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

"You don't need to be setting records," he continued, ignoring your exasperation. "You could throw MM if you fucking wanted to. That's the point of this. It's about technique. And this!" He steps forward and taps sharply between your eyes. "This right here is gonna be your biggest asset or your biggest problem. And you have to train it as much as the rest of you."

"OK, that's great Mr. Miyagi but -"

"If you're starting this early with that mouth of yours, you're gonna have a long night," he growls. "Cut the shit. And focus."

A smarmy part of you wants to sass back. Another part of you is hanging on to how the words rumbled out of his chest. You go with the part that knows better than to push buttons on an already edgy Billy Butcher, and tell the other parts of you to politely fuck off.  "Alright, sorry. I'm focused. How do I do a hip throw?"

He shifts a step back out of your space. "We start with you blocking a punch. Bring your hands up. Put one hand back like you're covering your ear. Most people throw first with their right, so use your left. Your elbow should be pointing at me and not the ground. That's good. Now when I throw that punch you want to step into me like you're driving that elbow in me."

"Step into you?"

"You can't throw me if you run from me," he teases. "Don't look at me daft, I ain't gonna throw it for real. We'll get there eventually." He imitates the punch and you take a step forward, your elbow just brushing his shirt. "Hold that. You see where my arm is at?"

"Yeah."

"How well am I gonna land that punch after you stepped into me?"

You peek at what you can see of his arm on the other side of your block.  "You…can't? Your hand is past me."

"Lookie there. She does catch on." He ignores your eyeroll and continues, "Sure, if I react quick enough I could change tactics and grab you instead. But you're not gonna give me the chance to do that. Take that hand by your ear and clamp it on my tricep."

"Like this?," you ask, putting your left hand on his upper arm.

"I mean clamp it. Grab me tight. Now step forward, slide that other arm under my left and grab the back of my belt. If you can reach my right hip, even better. You wanna be perpendicular to me."

You fumble a little but finally shuffle into the position. Your right hand has a firm grip on his belt, your hips perpendicular to his with just a breath of space between. The open v of his shirt is right at your eye level and a hint of dark hair and a dash of freckles peek out at you. Focus, focus, focus…

"Pin my right arm as close as you can with your elbow. You want it tucked against you so I can't pull it out. Good. Now hold. This right here," he taps his foot for emphasis, "is your T-position. If I tell you to start with T-position, this is it. You lost yet?"

"No," you shake your head. "T-position. I'll remember."

"You need to tuck your head in though. Even better if you put it against my shoulder. Bad to have your head straight up."

"Why?"

You see a flicker in Butcher's eyes for only an instant. And before you can blink, his left fingers are tangled at the back of your skull, tight against your scalp. You hiss at the sting from his grip alone. He doesn't yank. Instead he slowly pulls back, just far enough for you to start to see the ceiling. Your grip on his belt tightens as you become uncertain of your balance. Oh fuck, bad, oh fuck, bad, your brain repeats it like a mantra.

"That's why." He's grinning and you blink rapidly, trying to collect your thoughts. "If I get control of your head, well…" He tilts his chin and hums from his chest as if he were musing. "...I could pretty much do whatever I want with you from here."

"G-g-got it. Got it!," you swallow thickly, after finding half your brain. He let's go, dropping his hand back down to drape his arm across your back and you can't help but sigh in relief. You quickly tuck your chin, pressing your head into his shoulder. The scent of him is not helping what little brain you've retained.

"Now pay attention." And like that, it's as if it had never happened, except for the lasting tingle in your scalp and the mental whiplash. You're not sure just what had happened. But drill sergeant Butcher is back. "Keep a hold of my belt and my arm, and step your right foot in front. You need your hips in front of mine."

It feels a bit unnatural but you manage, your back now to Butcher as he leans over you at an angle. "We're not fucking up my back by staying here long," he grunts. "So do this next bit quick. Shift your tailbone about where my right hip is with bent knees to load me up. Then lean a bit, straighten your legs and you'll throw me."

"Butcher, I'm not sure -"

"I am. Now do it."

"I don't-"

"For fucks sake, woman, shove your ass back and throw me!"

You don't dare find out if he has some unexpected counter to this - like another grip in your hair - so you grit your teeth and quickly shift your hips. In a split second you feel the bend in your knees, the shift of his weight onto your hip, the lean -! 

Butcher lands solid on the floor but he continues into a roll away from you. You're still slightly leaned over when he reaches his feet with a huff. "See? Now was that so bloody hard?"

"That was…That was actually easy." It comes out a breath. And a smile creeps onto your face before you can stop it. Then you giggle with glee, "I actually threw you!"

"What did I tell ya? Eh?" Your grin must be infectious because his annoyance slips into a brief chuckle. "You actually have the advantage with that throw. You're shorter, gravity is on your side. It's basic fucking physics."

He sidles up to you and taps between your eyes again. "I told you this right here will make you or break you. You don't need to be some muscle bound bloke to throw people around. Or to keep them from doing it to you. Do you understand me now, love?"

You nod, still smiling, trying to keep the little victory from going to your head. Your ego got you caught in that mishap months ago. You would not let it happen again. Besides, there was more than enough of that to go around with Butcher, nevermind the other guys in the crew.

He places a hand on your shoulder, squeezes. Then slides his palm to the side of your neck. He locks eyes with you. His tone is serious but soft when he speaks again. "Stick with me. This shit don't always come easy. And you very well might even hate me for how hard on you I'm gonna have to be. But put up with me for a bit and I promise, any bastard that tries to lay hands on you again? They'll wish they never saw your pretty face."

"Even Homelander?," you half-joke.

You feel a subtle twitch in his fingers. His face darkens. "Especially that cunt."

"You think we could modify the throw? Maybe I can throw him over with his cape. Or maybe you can show me how to use it in a choke?"

He blinks and his scowl turns into a smirk. "Now you're speaking my language." He pulls back. "But don't get ahead of yourself. You did one little throw. Gonna take alot more than that to convince Hughie. And you gotta convince me before you even think of talking to him. Let's go again."

A thought rolls into your head. You shift on your feet and he stares at you when you hesitate to start up the lesson. "Butcher, about that. Will you vouch for me?"

"What?"

"You're not wrong. Hughie's a sweetheart. But he can be stupidly stubborn when he cares about someone. Even if I train for years, he might not listen to me. But if…if I have somebody to vouch for me, somebody that Hughie respects…?"

Butcher nods. "Suppose you're right. Hateful little shit, innit he?" You say nothing and he sighs. "Alright. After a while, you show me you know what you're doing, and that you know how to use it when shit gets real messy, then I'll vouch for ya. Sound good?"

"Good."

"C'mon then. From the top."

It takes a couple more times going through the motions but you start getting into the groove of the sequence. You alternate sides, start tripping less on your feet or Butcher's, and start finding your grips with less effort. It's especially easier without a tense moment of hair pulling, or heady thoughts. 

Of course, Butcher can't let you have all the fun. You do your due diligence, taking turns throwing slow punches at him and applying your breakfall techniques to soften your landing on the unforgiving floor. Which isn't much. You might have the advantage in gravity but he has experience. He throws you not with too much force but certainly enough speed to just make you nervous.

After a few minutes, he gives you a hand up off the floor and rolls his shoulders. "One more for you, then we're done for the night. Gonna do this one a little different though. Go through the sequence but hold when I tell you."

You give a thumbs up and assume the stance in front of him. He swings just a bit faster this time, right handed, and you move fairly easy. Block, catch the arm, grab the belt. You expect his command to hold when you get to T-position but it never comes. Assuming he must have forgotten, you follow through. You step in front, shift, bend the knees, load him up, ready to -

He grabs the top of your jeans.

"Hold!"

"What?!" 

You totter for a split second, start to lean back to set him -.

"I said hold," he growls in your ear, shifting his weight to force you forward again. Your feet automatically reposition to accommodate the sudden change to prevent a faceplant. "Put me down, you won't like my counter. And if you fucking drop me…"

A tiny part of your brain briefly registers how comical this must look. Oh, if the others were here now to see it. But it's a fleeting thought as your legs and back protest, getting louder by the second. Your muscles quickly start to shiver. "Cant!," you pant. "Butcher!"

"Can, Y/N. Hold."

You manage to turn your head to look him in the eye. He merely smirks like the devil. "You asshole," you grind through your teeth.

The seconds tick by long and slow. Your knees burn and quickly threaten to buckle. The shivers progress to shakes. You groan as the effort saps your low energy levels. Your grip on his belt grows sweaty. "Butcher!"

"Alright, thro-"

You don't let him finish, leaning forward and using your grips to compensate for the loss of force from your legs. It's sloppy but it gets the job done. You slip to the floor a second or two after he does and roll onto your back next to him, panting at the ceiling. You close your eyes as your equilibrium recalibrates. After a moment you open them again, finding Butcher sitting on his heels beside you.

"See?" He leans over and pats your cheek. "Told you, you could do it."

You stare at his stupid face and stupid hazel eyes. And that stupid fucking smirk. "You know when I said thank you? Earlier?"

"Yeah."

"I take it back."

Hours later, after the office is put back in its place, after Butcher lets you hobble home, you lay in your bed, half-dozing. Only half because when you begin to sink into slumber, behind your eyelids are images that leave an afterburn when they snap open again. Whispered playback in your ears to jolt you alert.

…firm hands pulling your hips back flush against his…

…do you understand me now, love?...

…your sheets sliding down a long, thick-muscled back as it flexes…

…I could pretty much do whatever I want with you from here…

Between the slow ache setting in your limbs to match your new bruises, and catching a lingering hint of Butcher's scent even though you had long since showered before bed, you had to wonder. Wondered how long could you really maintain like this? Would it be long enough?

…put up with me for a bit…

You turned a little more into your pillow with a groan. Then sighed, "You asshole."

[emmetofthestars]

⚠️ what warning would jay have?

💝 how much effort does achilles put into her appearance?

☕️ whats charons preferred drink?

💙 whats minnies bedroom like? (I KNOWWW its a joke but it still amtters... to me.....)

⚔️ how does daisy handle conflict?

🌊 does iris have a repressed desire?

🍪 garys favprite scent (can they even smell in the suit?)

🔅how does carl deal with physical pain?

📓 any lyrics or quotes for crow??

One for each character!!!! Ill probably ask more later too!!!!!

THANK YOU KIND SOLDIER

⚠️ really cant imagine exactly what kind of warning sign if its like literal like something like a sign on the road but itd be somethig like. those warning signs that tell u theres surveillance cameras to deter thieves and its like "smile for the camera!"

💝 moderately, xe pays attention to their looks and style but not to the extent of fixing it up every second. only when xe looks in a mirror xes like Ahh my kilt belt isnt center. lemme fix that. but xe doesnr think about it all the time

☕️ hot choclat:) or cold works too

💙 metal and shit lying around.... no bed no mattress..... just a workbench... and sum blueprints

⚔️ by trying to detract like in the sense of "its no use fighting right now", if others are starting a fight. or physically seperating them. if he gets into a conflict he awkwardly wants to resolve it as fast as possible but that means taking shortcuts or leaving it unresolved, just pushed aside. depends

🌊 if anything to just. ok i cant decide. uhm. if anything its just to torture somebody tenfold of what she experienced. i cant say thats exactly repressed though im not sure. but i think honestly.? its something that would scare him a bit. killing people is fine boom theyre dead. but torture, what she endured for atleast a month or so? im not sure how she'd act. torturing another human being, watching their anguish and suffering, i dont know whether she would actually be able to handle that. idk. she would think shes tough enough but. maybe it is a bit of a repressed desire.

🍪 gary loove the smell of rain

🔅likely by just curling up somewhere shaded and safe and waiting the pain out if possible. atleast on the battlefield.

📓YOZ ALREADY KNOW. YOU ALRWADY KNOW. Uhm

"Tear you Apart" by "She wants Revenge"

tjis ones on you :3

[dinaanana]

Them with a Teenager Reader:

Synopsis:How would They Act around Youngest member of their Organization

DoA X Teenager!reader (Platonic!)

Fluff/Crack

Written by a minor.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

( Pretend your Ability is Telekinesis)

Bro you're Annoying This Rat and It's so funny

Fyodor and Sigma are your Targets literally

You Get bored? Uncle Fyodor is there😍

You get Bored of Annoying Fyodor?

Auntie Sigma Is there 😍

(You barge in His Sky casino and Literally Scare everyone Away He chased u with a Mopper He also yells at u to stop Eating Casino coins or whatever they are called)

Anyways..this Isn't Abt sigma so

One day in DOA you were sitting on A couch Scrolling down your Phone on tiktok

You get bored And u Get an Idea!

You stand up From the couch and Went to The Crusty Rats Basement just to See him in His discord mod ahh sitting Infront of 100 Computer Screens

You lifted ur Fingers up And Made The mouse He was clicking on float above his Head.

He raised his brow and Didn't even Bother looking Behind him ''(Name)... give it back.''

''no you discord moderator lol'' You Cackled

''What the hell do u even do Sitting Infront of 100 screens doing Nothing'' you sigh

''Ohhhh Perhaps You Play Roblox?!''

He Sighs And grabs The mouse from ur Hands

''If so Whats Your Use-''

He closed the Door Infront of you.

Bonus

If you are a High Schooler he helps u Out with ur Homework And U get the top scores I mean this man Smart asf

Sigma

Omg.

He's done With you

You Literally Barge Into His Sky Casino Yelling And scaring literally Every worker and customer Away

He drags u away in his Office just to Scold u You hear Nothing cuz u Were wearing Airpods.

He snatched them Away from u and Almost broke it You Hit him..

He had a huge ass Bump on his Forehead after that for like 1 week (Nikolai made fun of him and praised you)

He thinks Maybe ur demonic Behavior is because of Ur Puberty since ur Still a teenager or? does this dude even know What puberty is? did he even hit it himself? Idk

All aside you Guys Are besties (He doesn't Approve that) ''What is Bestie?'' He asks and u explain it

''oh ok .um Betsie..'' ''Its bestie Sigma'' you Sigh

''oh''

He orders Some Food and Drinks for u When ur Hungry and you don't Pay ofc It's his casino He owns everything duh

You drink Iced coffee With him everyday You order Funny Straws To drink the coffee with

You even drink hot Drinks With a straw (I do that lol) He looks at u With Surprised face ''umm (Name) They don't drink Hot drinks with a Straw..''

''They don't? I do..''

One Time u were Trying to drink ur Hot chocolate with a Straw It was really hot so u tried to swallow it Slowly U ended up swallowing the whole Thing and Ended up Burning ur tongue and Choking

He panicked and almost fainted when u Almost died.

U help him out With his paperwork in his office too when he's too tired

You Draw on them Aswell☠️ he scolds u For it but u don't care.

Nikolai Gogol

You Two are the silliest😍🥰

Both of u are crazy Maniacs (You are a Criminal Aswell)

You pull Pranks in sigma really often and he falls for it everytime

He Sometimes Sends u Yourself to Annoy sigma and Fyodor Because They don't Lash out On you like they do with him so..

U guys Also steal Things 🥰

You want new Iphone 16? let's go steal it

You want new Clothes? his Cloak is Right here

You want new PC? Just borrow it from Fyodor he has like 100 And Giving u one won't hurt Right?!

(y'all Steal it anyway and get away with Teleporting Away)

You guys Also Play Cards like Uno, Poker etc. with sigma ofc

Once you two were in Sky Casino and Got Bored so You suggested to play Mafia

''But we are 3...'' Nikolai makes :( face

''Dont worry,'' You stood up from the chair And Went Outside for a bit

You forced every Single one Of Customer and Employee of Sky Casino to play Mafia with you

And they did

Y'all made A bet whoever wins Everyone Gotta buy Them Food and Drinks for free

You won

You literally ate every Single Food and drink (Except alcohol) That existed and was made And you were full for 3 days straight .

Remember The scene when Nikolai was Cosplaying policeman ? Yeah U Were there too Wearing Same Uniform Like him Going out chasing People scaring the Dogs Off

You bumped into some 500 pound Man and He yelled at u And Insulted you

You kicked him in Balls and made him collapse and You got the crowds Attention

''How many Pounds Are you?'' You asked With a closed eye Smile At the man who Trembled with wide eyes

''like 500 Pounds No?'' You laughed

''Then I'll shot u 500 times in the head.'' Your smile dropped and Looked at him with full on serious mode.

And you Did shot him 500 Times you don't know because you didn't care To count.

U earned Gasps from the crowd

''Ate 😍😍''' Nikolai Clapped

And the Police Arrived (The real ones)

bowed like they do at the end of the Theater Yeah Infront of the crowd and teleported away with Nik.