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briefalpacashark · 1 year ago

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~Drunk Boys~

The boys from 141 get drunk and you have to pick them up.

Warning: Drunk, violence.

Parts inspired from New Girl. If you know you know.

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One lovely evening you sat in your little office space. The boys had headed off quite some time ago for a few drinks. Your usual Friday night outing didn't include you that time because of a few reports you had put off. It was pulling onto 1am when your phone started to ring. It was a new number you had never seen before.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking,” you said.

“Hey uh doc?” It was Gaz voice that came through the call.

“Gaz?” you asked.

“Who you talking to?” you could hear Jonny ask in the background.

“I'm talking to doc,” Gaz stated.

“Oh, why?” Jonny whispered.

“I don't know,” Gaz murmured back. It didn't take a detective to establish by their slurred tones that they were drunk.

“Gaz, why are you calling me from a random number?” you asked.

“I don't know. Our phones got wet,” he explained.

“Our?” you asked.

“Yeah Me, Soap, Ghost and Price,” he stated with a sassy tone, as if it was your fault for not knowing.

“So you fucked you phones?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Gaz nodded.

“And you called me, why?” you asked. There was silence for a bit.

“Captain, why am I calling Doc again?” Gaz asked.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Price snapped in the distance.

“Because we lost the fucking car and we need a lift back to base,” Gaz tone was much calmer and sweeter than Prices. A small smile worked its way onto your face.

“Alright, ill be there soon. Where are you?” you asked, making your way to the door.

“Not at the base,” Gaz said.

“I know that Gaz. Where are you now?” It was like talking to a toddler.

“Oh, We're at McDonalds,” he said before the line went dead. There were three McDonalds in the town. You thought they would be at the one closest to the bar. You were right. You were about to pull into the car park when you paused. Alittle down the street, right under the McDonalds sign sat four blobs. Driving up to it, you slammed on the brakes at what you saw.

Price was sitting with his arms crossed. His hat looked to have been ripped in half and then shakily put back together with some staples, a tuft of his hair sticking out the top. Next to him Ghost with a traffic cone on his head and one tucked in his lap as he sat cross-legged. He was hugging it, and the one in his lap had been drawn on, and made up to look like a person, with a hat and a bikini loosely tied around it. One of his jacket sleeves was missing as if it had been torn clean off. Jonny sat next to him shirtless, with a patch of hair missing from his chest. Over it a pink glittery 21st birthday sash. His mohawk sprinkled with glitter and a kilt. Gaz had left in a pair of jeans, he was now in a pair of pink booty shorts that you would place money on that had some word like bitch or booty on the back of bedazzled gems. A crown of beer cans ducked taped around his head compelled the fit. All about them, strewn across the floor was a variety of McDonald's food, ranging from ice-creams to nuggets. They were all happily munching away. And they were all missing their left shoe?

You got out of the car phone at the ready.

“Say cheese boys,” you called. Drunkenly, they all looked up in your general direction, taking a photo. You chuckled, pocketing your phone and hands as you looked over them all. Wondering what the hell happened to them.

“Ah, it's doc. What are you doing here, lovey?” Jonny asked in excitement, throwing his hands to the air.

“I'm here to pick you boys up,” you said.

“Pah, no we're alright. We've still got to go to another bar. Ain't that right LT?” Jonny asked, waving you away.

“Aye. I want another lager,” Ghost stated defiantly.

“I think you boys have had enough. Just look at the state of ya,” you gestured to them.

“Wow, body shaming. Shame on you Y/N,” Gaz slurred, shaking his head disappointingly.

“Your all wet. Each of you has a piece of clothing damaged and all of you haven't even made eye contact with me yet,” you explained. Instantly, they all turned to stare into your eyes.

“Bull shit,” Jonny hiccuped before taking a bite of his burger.

“Sargent, Report,” Price spoke up. You paused, considering his words as he stared down at the road in front of him.

“Report sir?” you asked. He nodded, tipping forward ever so slightly. Your eyes widened. He was absolutely plastered. They all were.

“Your all drunk as fuck,” you said simply, your sentence finishing in a bewilder chuckle. The boys could hold their liquer, hell you have ever seen Gaz and Jonny drunk.

“Am not,” Jonnys offended tone had you laughing again.

“Of sorry. My mistake, your only eating ice cream burger because you want to,” you jabbed you fingers at the burger in his hands. The ice cream was dripping down his arms and it looked like he had stacked nuggets, chips and a shit ton of cheese into the mix.

“As a matter of fact I did want to,” he said moving his hand about, the contents of the burger slopping onto the ground.

“Awww,” Jonny whined.

“Five second rule bruv,” Gaz said reaching bow to pick up a handful of the mess reconstructing the burger and handing it back to Jonny.

“Thanks Gaz,” Jonny seemed genuinely thankful. You held back a gag as he moved it to his mouth.

“Don't eat that,” you warned. You sure as hell didn't want him getting sick of all the gems that were now thrown into the burger mix.

“I'll do what I want to do, because I can do whatever I want to do because I can do it,” he slurred.

“Jonny you eat that burger and I'll never speak to you again,” you proposed the ultimatum. He paused, pondering for a moment.

“What if I drink it?” he asked.

“Your gonna drink a burger?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Aye,” he nodded confidently.

“I bet you a tenner you can't,” Price spoke up. The poor man looked to be dozing in and out of sleep.

“I'll take that bet,” Jonny said.

“Jonny that was on the road,” you pleaded.

“And?” he asked.

“Put it down,” you ordered sternly. With a grumble, he chucked the burger down like a toddler throwing a tantrum. The boys held back their giggles. You heard that right giggle. And it was stared by none other than the man himself. Price. He was giggling. The high-pitched noise sounded off coming from him.

“Ohhhhhhhh mums mad at you,” Gaz joked, nudging his side.

“Sod off,” Jonny grumbled.

“Alright where’s the phone you called me from?” you asked.

“Why?” Gaz questioned.

“Because you called me from a random number, which means you had someone else’s phone. By the state of you lot I wouldn't be surprised if you stole it,” you explained.

“Right, it's over there,” Gaz grabbed his thumb to the phone booth. You first thought they had called you from it, but when you noticed the little pink box, you walked up to it to get a closer look. It was an iPhone. In a pink case, it was cracked to kingdom come and they had somehow lodged it in the credit card reader. You tried tugging it out to no avail. What you did find was Gaz’s phone propped up on the little stand with his contacts open with your name and number on it. Deciding not to question the backwards thinking that led them there you pocketed Gaz’s phone, walking back to the boys.

“Alright, I want the truth ok. What happened?” you asked a little concerned.

“Meet up with some airforce boys. They tried to act all high and mighty,” Price shrugged.

“Said they could drink more than us,” Ghost added.

“We had to prove them wrong,” Jonny explained.

“And we did. But then they brought out, Um what was it called?” Gaz clicked his fingers.

“Abstanance,” Jonny proclaimed proudly.

“Absinthe?” you asked in shock.

“Hell yeah, drunk those fuckers under the table.” Ghost nodded.

“Dunk yourselves under the table by the looks of it. Why are you wet? And what the fuck happened to ya shoes?” you asked.

“The ducks were drowning,” Gaz stated simply.

“And there was a bar that takes your shoe when you start a tab. It's to prevent running out without payed your tab,” Jonny added.

“So you all rescued ducks and ran out on a tab?” you asked. The boys pondered for a moment realized how bad it sounded.

“Yes,” Ghost nodded.

“No,” the rest of them said.

“And only Ghost rescued the ducks, I fell in, Gaz tried to rescue me but couldn't and Price saved us both,” Jonny explained as if it fixed it all.

“You shouldn't have been hanging around ponds this drunk. It's dangerous,” you murmured.

“For your information, it wasn't a pond,” Gaz stated defensively.

“Oh yeah, what was it?” you cooed back.

“It was the fountain,” he pointed across the way into the park where a fountain was lit up. A knee deep fountain.

“Right, get in the car. Come on,” the boys groaned.

“We can't,” Gaz said.

“And why not?” you asked.

“Cause,” he trailed off. “Legs an’t working,” he finished. The boys all gave him approving nodds thinking his excuse was to tire brilliance.

“Well, I guess I'll just help you. Come on,” you helped Gaz up first, sliding him into the back of the car.

“I don't wanna go,” Jonny whined.

“I know big guy,” you cooed. Sliding him in next to Gaz, you shook your head when they started giggling.

“Your turn,” you gestured Ghost up.

“Am I under arrest?” he asked.

“What? No,” you shook your head.

“Oh really. Seemed like it.” his hint of sass had you pointing to the car. With a grumble he got up and walked to the car, slipping into the middle seat. You frowned, ducking your head to see the other door open, Jonny now sitting at the far side and Gaz nowhere to be seen. Looking back to the makeshift picnic, you saw him back at the phone booth.

“For fuck’s sake, Stay,” you order the two in the car. Walking up to him, you frowned as he held the phone up to his ear.

“What you doing Gaz?” you asked.

“Ringling Doc. She needs to come pick us up,” he said whole heartedly forgetting that you were there already. With a huffed you took him by the arms, pulling him back. You sighed when you saw Ghost and Jonny sitting back on the curb happily munching away. You sat Gaz in the back of the car, deciding to lock the back door this time. You then filed in Jonny than Ghost. Closing the door behind them, you made your way back to Price.

“Come on sir,” you called softly. He looked up to you and with the biggest beaming brightest smile, and he giggled. God you had never seen anything more pure.

“Your sweet Doc,” he said.

“Thank You sir. Now can you get in the car please,” you begged.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded, suddenly shooting to his feet. And with that, he toppled back like a domino landing in the bush.

“Christ,” You scrambled to get him out, practically carrying him to the car. Putting him in the driver's seat you buckled him in. When your head rose to make sure the boys were all in you were met by empty back seats.

“Doc, we can't leave the boys,” Price stated pointing out the window. Where the three men were gathered around a tree relieving themselves. Only Gaz seemed to just be standing there and Jonny appeared to be pissing on Ghost's boot.

“Get in the car!” You called out the window. Begrudgingly, they all piled back in.

“Hang on, I need a piss,” Price spoke up just as they all buckled in. With a tired sigh you patiently waited. Then when he returned you drove off.

“Wait, a minute, this ain't the way home,” Gaz suddenly pointed out.

“Yes I know. I think I know the bar you're talking about. We're going to go back there and pay your tab and get your shoes back. The higher ups would have a field day if you guys got in trouble,” you explained. Pulling up to the bar, you parked the car.

“Wait this is a police station,” Jonny pointed out. Yes, on the other side of the street, there was a police station.

“We should go fight that police officer,” Ghost suggested.

“What? What police officer?” you asked.

“The one we stole this from,” Gaz said, pulling a taser gun that had been tucked in the back of his pants.

“You stole from a police officer!” you exclaimed.

“First of all he was an absolute piss head. A real fucker,” Price spoke up in a logical tone.

“Yeah, he tried to arrest Gaz,” Ghost added.

“Prick,” Gaz grumbled.

“Let's do this Lads,” Price grinned at the rest of them. Like a toddler hyped up on sugar.

“Actually, I think that might be a bad idea,” Gaz spoke up.

“Gaz,” Price called and Gaz hummed in response.

“I got two of these and you got two of those. And we got whatever da fuck Ghost is, lets go,” he held up two fists before stepping out of the car.

“No NO nonononono,” you reached over trying to grab at Price, but he was already gone.

“I swear to god if any of you move I'll give you tetanus shots in the morning,” you threw the threat back at the remaining men in the car. The tetanus shot was one of the worst shots you could get, and they all had bad memories of it. So at the threat, they quickly did their seat belts back up.

“Christ,” you hissed, quickly hopping out of the car when you saw Price walk up to an officer hanging around outside.

While you were trying to deescalate the situation and explain to the cop why there was a drunk man trying to pick a fight, the boys were watching from the car.

“She's scary,” Gaz whispered.

“What a fucking woman,” Ghost grumbled.

“I think I'm gonna ask her out,” Jonny declared. Ghost head snapped around faster than light.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled.

“Don't tell me what to do,” Jonny rumbled back.

“I bagsed her. You can't do shit,” Ghost said.

“Fucking when?” Jonny asked.

“Just then,” Ghost stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You can't bags a woman,” Gaz interjected.

“I know, women are strong beautiful beings to be respected and we are to respect their choices,” Ghost said, all the boys agreeing.

“But I still bags her,” he added at the end.

“Fuck you Brit. If you like her, do something bout it!” Jonny snapped his blink slightly delayed.

“Suck a cock scotsman,” Ghost snapped back.

“Do-Do you think you can beat me in a physical altercation of feisty cuffs?” Jonny fumbled with his words, raising his fists slightly. His aim was to star threateningly at his face but he missed the mark slightly staring at his knee. “I will beat you in a way you have NEver Beeenn beaten before,” Ghost stared at Jonny’s unfocused gaze. Before casually reaching over and giving him a gentle backhanded tap on his face.

“OHHHHHH,” Gaz called from his middle seat.

“DAMMIT!” Jonny explained as if he had just received a full on punch but didn't move in the slightest.

“You just got hit in the face lad,” Gaz giggle.

“Hit me again!” Jonny dared. So Ghost did, repeating the same action. Only it didn't seem to compute in Jonny mind the second time. “I dare you, you put your hands on me one more time, Cause I swear, it will be an, I will-” Ghost reached over his wrist wrapping around the back of Jonny neck.

“Come closer so I can put you in a choke hold,” Ghost asked politely.

“No!” Jonny declared going to hit back only for his hand to completely miss and fall to the side harmlessly. The two fumbled in the back of the car not really accomplishing anything.

“Guys, look he's gettin the cop!” Gaz announced. They all looked out the car window to see the cop walk off.

You had tried and failed to calm them down. Price had demanded to see the cop that tried to arrest Gaz. The boys all piled out of the car, some more graceful than others, before rushing up to you.

“Oh god no, get back in the car please!” you begged.

“Gotta get loose,” Jonny stated, starting to do jumping jacks.

“Guys Doc is right. We should go,” Gaz stated.

“Pussy,” that one word from Ghost was all it took for Gaz to shrug his jacket off and start stretching.

“You guys are really gonna fight a cop!?” you asked, bewildered by it all.

“Yes we are!” Jonny yelled confidently.

“No you're not!” You yelled. You couldn't believe it. It was like all common sense had been turned off in their heads.

“Ohhh Jonny’s in trouble,” Gaz grinned.

“Fuck you,” Jonny called reaching out to try and give Gaz a slight tap on the nuts.

“Dont touch my balls!” Gaz cried.

“Yeah Jonny,” Ghost chuckled, amused by it all only for Jonny to try and hit his. Bewildered, you were utterly bewildered as you saw the group of highly trained soldiers all become involved in what you assumed was a game of hit the dick. They were all relatively bent over trying to protect their jewels while simultaneously trying to hit each other. Even price had been pulled into it.

“Guys come on,” you begged.

“He touched my penis!” Jonny cried in a high-pitched voice.

“Don't touch my penis!” Gaz screamed right back.

“Can I help you boys?” A cop walked out of the station.

“Officer. Hi. I am so sorry about them there just a little drunk, I'll get them home safely,” you quickly interjected yourself between them.

“It's the cop!” Jonny declared pointing at him. The cop was beyond confused. Because for one, he had never seen the boys before in his life.

The truth of the story was that it was a comply different cop that had tried to arrest Gaz. They looked similar, and that was about it. And the only reason why he was trying to arrest Gaz was because he had stolen his taser gun.

But the boys could hardly see straight, so when they heard the cop was there, they trusted his words comply.

“Come on, let's go!” Jonny declared as they all crowded around the poor man. Well, you tried to keep them back trying to speak over their taunts for a fight. The cop spoke into his radio, requesting backup.

“Please, this is all a big misunderstanding. They're actually really nice blokes,” your words fell on deaf ears.

“Pig!” Ghost said.

“Oh look, the little boy needs back up. We can take em,” Gaz said.

“If Laswell finds out about this, she’ll have your heads!” Your yell instantly had the boys silent.

“FUCKEN RUN!” Price ordered the fear filling them. Instantly they took off down the street.

“Serpentine!” Gaz yelled had them all running in a squiggly line. Which had Jonny and Gaz running into each other. Ghost even knocked his head on a low post not even flinching as he kept on running. That left you standing there out the front of the police station with a group of police officers. And you all watched as the boys disappeared down the street.

“So um that,” you trailed off, pointing to them. “I uh,”

“I have no explanation for that,” you whispered in defeat.

When you found Gaz he was still running down the street.

“GAZ GET IN THE CAR!” you yelled out the window.

“FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled.

“WHAT!?” you yelled. He instantly stopped running up to the car window.

“I have nothing against women, officers. I understand how my words were terrible. I just heard you were a woman and everyone calls you all policemen so I wanted to be inclusive but I realize I was just singling you out,” he explained drunkenly.

“Gaz I'm not a police woman. Get in the fucken car,” you ordered.

“You can't fool me. FUCK POLICE WOMEN!” he yelled, taking off sprinting again.

“Fuck this,” you grunted slamming on the breaks and jumping out he car. Gaz wasn't really sure what happened but one moment he was running down the street and the next he was in the back of the car the seat belt cut and tied around his hands and feet.

The others were a bit harder to find. Price was up a fucking willow tree. Getting him out of the tree was a fucking mission. You ended up just throwing random stuff at him until he eventually fell out. You used branches to tie him up and put him in the car as well. Finding Soap was a lucky find. You saw him stumbling down the street and when you called out to him he rushed into a club. As you walked in you realized quickly that you wouldn't have much luck finding him. It was packed to the brim and you couldn't see over anyone's heads. So you make your way up to the DJ booth.

“Hi, I'm trying to find a drunk scotsman. He's a vet. Do you mind?” you asked, gesturing to the microphone.

“Anything for our boys,” he said, handing it over.

“If you're a Scot and wearing a kilt, come up on stage for your prize!” Everyone cheered as you tucked yourself behind the DJ stand. Jonny walked up on stage basking in the cheers, raising his hands high in the air.

And then you crash tackled him to the floor, tying him up with some power cords.

“Fucks sake Jonny,” you grunted after you had lugged his body out of the club and into the car.

“Wow, they caught you before me, Captain. I'm surprised,” Jonny grinned smugly. You spent the next hour searching for Simon. You were about to give up when you decided to ring his phone. If Gaz’s still worked there was a chance his did too. Hearing the ringing you frowned. It wasn't just coming from your phone. Looking back to the boys, you could hear the muffled sound.

“Hello?” Ghost asked through the phone. His actual voice sounded once again from the back. Getting out of the car, you rounded it before pulling the boot open. There Ghost lay, his large body comedically tucked into the back, the Traffic cone still in his arms.

“How long have you been in there?” you asked.

“Since you caught Gaz,” he stated simply. With a deep sigh you gestured him out of the back. You knew you didn't need to tie him up and helped him to the front seat. Locking the doors, you started to drive everyone back to base.

“Boys, we've been kidnapped,” Price stated slowly.

“Like hell we have,” Jonny whispered back.

“What are you boys whispering about back there?” You asked. With your eyes on the busy road, you failed to see them untie themselves and jimmy the lock.

“RONDEVU AT THE PUB BOYS!” Price ordered. Instantly, they all threw themselves out of the car and legged it in opposite directions. You had slammed on the brakes once they had done it. You watched them run, letting your tired head fall to the steering wheel.

“Give me strength,” you pleaded. This time you weren't so lucky in finding them.

What happened was your phone rang again. From a new number.

“Hello?” you already knew who it was.

“Hey doc. Can you come pick us up? We lost the car,” Gaz's voice wafted through.

“Sure where are you? You asked.

“The police station,” he whispered bashfully.

So there you were back at the police station. You smiled bashfully at the officers the boys had tried to fight. Luckily for them you were a sweet talker. And the fact that they were military helped as well. They would have been charged with theft of a police officer and walking out on a tab. But you returned the taser gun, which hadn't been discharged. And you paid the tab with a generous tip getting their boots back in the process. The boys embarrassingly walked out of the station looking like puppies that had just been kicked.

“Are you mad at us?” Jonny asked.

“Not mad, Just disappointed,” you shook your head. For the four drunk men the sentence was devastating, making them drop their head in guilt. A tiny smile pulled at your lips.

“Come on, let's get you home,” you ruffled Jonny's hair gently pulling them all out of the police station.

“Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” Gaz asked.

“I want an ice cream,” Price spoke up.

“Sure, why not?”

This time, the drive was much more peaceful. When you got back, you made sure they were all changed, well hydrated and tucked into bed. Which was incredibly hard because they had hit the pass out drunk stage. Ghost was the hardest. You managed to get him on the bed and his shirt and jacket off relatively easily. You paused momentarily as you saw his bare upper body. God damn the greek sculptures could take pointers from him. Your gaze softened as you saw all the scars and bullet holes that lined the ripples of his muscle. He's been through a lot. You felt slightly perverted as you undid his pants. Only they were wet and long, so you stood there yanking at them pulling them off inch by inch. Now you were using your whole body to get those bad boys off, so it didn't surprise you when you flew halfway across the room when you finally got them off. Breathing heavily, you gently lifted his legs back onto the bed. Grabbing the blanket, you tucked it up to his chin, your hand brushing against the wet mask. While the room was heated, it was still cold. Plus, you couldn't tell if it was water or blood from the hit that was on the top.

“Alright Simon, I'm gonna take off your mask. But I'm gonna close my eyes so don't worry. I just don't want you waterboarding yourself in your sleep,” you whispered. He gave no response. With a deep breath, you reached up and closed your eyes. Your hands gathered the material at the bottom of the fabric and started rolling it up. In your focus you hadn't noticed Simon's eyes snap open at the movement. His hand had almost snapped around your wrist, only stopping when he saw your eyes closed. Slowly, he let his hand fall as you pulled the mask fully off.

“Alright, now let's see if you did any damage to that head of yours?” you asked. Your hands brushed away his hair from his face, humming at the loose curls. His heart stirred as he stared at you, loving the blissful feeling your hands gave him as they moved across his face. When you were happy that it was only a lump he had sustained a small giggle left on your lips.

“That's gonna be a shiner mate,” you whispered.

He watched as your smile dropped slightly when her thumb brushed over a scar. You got a weird sense of DeJa'Vu as you thumb gently traced the scar. So many scars. Life certainly hadn't been kind to him.

"What am I gonna do with you huh?" you asked softly. Brushing his hair back once again, you stood.

“Night Simon,” you whispered before blindly making your way out the room. Simon watched the door close before looking up at the ceiling. His hand clasped over his rapidly beating heart as he came to the sudden realization.

He was absolutely smitten for the Doc.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

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marvelstan0905 · 1 year ago

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"Trust me, you're not heavy"

Boyfriend!Kenji Sato X FEM!Chubby/Plus Size! Reader

TW : insecurities regarding weight/fluff/wholesome/stammering/picking up/angst/slightly new relationship/comparison/lewd joke at the end/not proofread yet/ mixed POV

-Hi. This is for comfort. Mostly for me,because I am on the thicker side and these are thoughts that have coursed through my mind. If you will be triggered please don't go beyond the line. I am a Female/AFAB so it will be with she/her pronouns! I'm still gonna write other scenarios with GN readers in mind! Thank you for the love and support😘

Today was a relaxing day. A chill day from all the chaos that both me and Kenji had been going through. We were relaxing together at Kenji's house. My legs laid on his lap as I sat across from him on the couch. We were watching a movie occasionally being on our phones. Kenji put down his phone and looked at me thoughtfully.

"Hey baby?" Kenji started hesitantly as he took my hand and gently put my phone down. I hummed and smiled giving him my attention. "Can I ask why you don't let me pick you up or sit in my lap?"

I froze. I expected the question but I didn't really expect the question so soon ant so abruptly. I looked away from Kenji, clearing my throat.

"W-What do you mean, baby?" I cleared my throat and withdraw my legs from his lap hugging my knees. Kenji's eyes softened in concern as he observed your tense and almost, hiding body language.

"Well..baby we've been dating for quite a while yet you've never sat in my lap or let me pick you up. If I try to pick you up, you squirm away and stiffen up...did I do something to make you uncomfortable?" Kenji spoke sincerely as he gently took ahold of my hand, his thumb brushing against my knuckles. His beautiful mauve turquoise eyes held concern and guilt. I felt bad.

"N-No. Of course its not you, baby. It's me, really. I..I dont even know where to start really" I breathed with a nervous laughter. I played with his soft but calloused hands. Kenji felt relieved but it still didn't exactly explain why. He wouldn't pressure his girl to talk about it but they had great communication.

"Well you know,you can tell me anything. I'd never judge you. You're the perfect specimen to me" Kenji added with conviction and genuineness. I blushed and shook my head.

"I know that, my love. You'd never judge me. It's just..I'm not exactly small, you know? I don't weigh like 40kgs and stuff like that. Plus I've never really been lifted up or put my whole weight on someone, if that makes sense? Like for trustfall exercises at school, I never got a turn or piggy back rides. Stuff like that..I know it's stupid" I rambled whiles touching my head. I tugged on my sweater sleeves. Kenji's eyes softened and hardened at the same time, he was was quite upset people treated you that way. "Even if someone did volunteer they'd be huffing and puffing or straning. So I'd prefer if you didn't get a hernia or something like that picking me up"

"Welk to start baby, fuxk those people who treated you like that. I'd like their names and Instagram handles..Number 2. It doesn't matter that you don't weigh 40kgs or whatever. That's actually unhealthy but anyways. I don't care if you're not small. Just means there's more to touch and feel on" Kenji smirked whiles groping my pudgy love handles. I giggled and pushed his hands away causing him to chuckle.

"Babe. It's not stupid at all. Trust me, I won't get a hernia or huff or puff, okay? I'm an athlete, I play a sport which requires a great deal of strength. I probably lift weights heavier than you. Even if you weighed 6000lbs I'd glad pick you up and put you in my lap and arms"Kenji assured me whiles he pulled me closer and held my hands.

"I know it's scary but please trust me. I think you're the most beautiful girl ever. With all cute abundance as well. It means I get a marshmallow and extra softness to cuddle, okay?" Kenji smiled and stood up pulling us both to our feet. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Can we try it? I promise I won't drop you or strain? I'm not fragile, my love. I won't break if I pick you up. Come on your dating the Ken Sato. Believe when I say you're not heavy at all"

Kenji was convincing but I was still anxious. I really didn't want to be embarrassing or scarred for life...again. I didn't want to witness my boyfriend struggle under my weight but then again, he was right. He did lift weights far heavier than me. His half alien self did have that extra strength and power. I looked up at him and Kenji gave me the puppy eyes and the pout. I groaned and sighed, he really did look like a kicked puppy. "Please princess of mine, please. Trust me?"

"Finnnne. I'm being serious, baby. I'm trusting you. J-Just a minute, okay?" I stammered anxiously. Kenji's smiled brightened up and without a second of hesitation, his large hands wrapped around my thick thighs and picked me up without a struggle or hassle. My instant reaction was to push him away and stiffened up, but I took a deep breath. Kenji wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands laid comfortably under my thighs. I looked at him expecting a tomato face or something but he seemed..fine. Genuinely content and happy as he rocked from side to side slowly.

" Look at that..I'm not huffing or puffing. Neither am I crumbling. See ,baby trust me. You're as light as a paperclip to me. I can toss you around like a ragdoll if I wanted" Kenji shrugged with a triumphant smirk as his hands climbed up and onto my rear. I flushed and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still a lot to get used to but I really liked this. It was nice."Feels good, huh? Plus you're all nice and close to me. I get to kiss you more too"

Kenji spoke softly whiles his lips peppered kisses all over my face. Small flustered giggles left my lips as I leaned into his affection.

"Guess I was too anxious. Thank you, baby. Means alot that you're patient like this. The reassurance means alot as well" I say softly whiles nuzzling my cheek against his cheek. Kenji hummed in satisfaction as well nuzzling against me as well.

"This is nothing, baby. I just wanted you close and for you to be more comfortable in your own skin. I love you so much. All of you. In and out, okay? In fact, I'd like to add to all that chubbiness. Just make you eat even more" Kenji murmured whiles kissing my cheek continously. I giggled and shook my head. We stood like this for a few minutes in a comfortable silence as we exchanged kisses and nuzzles. It was so nice and intimate. The once nervous and anxious air from before seemed to have dissipated as we cuddled in content.

"You know this means I can eat you out in the air now" Kenji murmured with his cheek restint against my head. I clicked my tongue, with a flustered gasp and gently pinched his chest. "Ow! What? Wishful thinking..you know? A little manhandling..come on you know you want to?"

"Kenji Sato!"

"Okay..Okay..I'm sorry..maybe we can try the butterfly position now-"

Thwack

"Ow!O-Okay. Okay. I'm sorry, babygirl. We can talk later hmm?"

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gold-onthe-inside · 7 months ago

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A No Body, No Crime song fic about Spencer’s partner seeking justice for their friend’s murder while trying to hide it from Spencer cuz he’s law enforcement. Maybe Spencer’s also investigating the case somehow - can be xOC

smells like infidelity

who? spencer reid x blake!reader (cont. from wrong person...) content warnings: infidelity, murder, gun violence and overall canon typical violence (i mean it, a person is murdered at the end, do not read if squeamish) word count: 2.2k songs: no body, no crime (duh) by taylor swift + still by niall horan a/n: i genuinely had a lot of fun with this one, thank you anon

If there was anything you had learned from being Alex Blake's goddaughter, it was how bureaucracy worked, or rather stopped things from getting done. The Syracuse PD chief had looked at you very empathetically, assuring you that his best detectives were on the case, which wasn't saying much from the state of his precinct. You'd done your research, looked at the number of solved missing persons cases they'd solved and you knew you had to take matters into your own hands, especially considering they'd let go of your main suspect.

Evelyn, or Evie as you knew her, had looked harried when you'd seen her last, barely eating her pasta, before confessing the greatest motive that could exist in a married woman's disappearance - an extramarital affair. "H-He's just different," Evelyn had said, bags under her eyes. "He's been drinking more, and I know what alcoholism looks like, alright? It'd-It'd be one thing if it was beer or whiskey, but wine? He doesn't drink wine, ever."

"Tastes change, Evie," you'd offered weakly, but even you knew it was suspect.

"Not like this," Evie had insisted, and you were fairly certain a vein was about to pop. "And it doesn't explain the pearls he bought from our account. Do I look like a pearls kind of girl?"

You had shaken your head, if only to appease her. "I have to say something, right?" Evelyn had asked. "I mean, I deserve some kind of explanation, we've barely been married a year!"

You had managed to calm her down enough to finish her meal and dessert, and you'd assured her that you had her back, and to call you if anything happened. She never ended up making that call. Another Tuesday night passed, nothing. You'd called her cell, checked with her workplace, all but her husband, until the police told her that he had already reported her missing. You had thought about telling Spencer, but it had only been a month since the two of you started seeing each other (which had been infuriating to tell Alex, with her smug 'I told you so' face). Instead, you had left Alex a voicemail, telling her what you were gonna do, and then headed back upstate to talk to her husband, some lawyer who you had thought was far too smooth to be real.

It was late evening when you used the knocker to his door, stepping back and looking around the front of the house. A truck was parked out front, and you frowned. You'd always thought he was too posh for a truck like that, and then you noticed the new tires. The door opened and you were face to face with a young woman, probably in her mid-20s, younger than you, younger than Evelyn too. "I'm looking for Harry Weaver?" you asked, keeping your tone polite, your eyes unmistakably catching the pearls around her neck and the velvet emerald wrap dress that you swore she had seen Evie wear a few Christmases ago.

"And you are?" she asked, raising a perfect eyebrow.

"He knows me," you said, not indelicately, but it was in everyone's best interest if this woman got out of her way.

The woman looked you up and down, clocking that you were nowhere close in competition with her perfect blonde curls and petite figure, then stepped back. "Harry, love!" she called out, and you stepped over the threshold, the interior nothing like the truck standing outside. "Someone's here to see you." Her black stilettos clacked over the polished wooden floors, past a round table with a lacy table runner and what was clearly an expensive vase filled with fresh flowers. Noone should be this rich, was the first thought to occur, and then there he was, in a tight polo shirt, a Rolex on his wrist and sharp blue eyes that rivalled Pierce Brosnan, coming down a spiral staircase in polished dress shoes (seriously, who wears those indoors?).

His eyes sparkled in recognition of you. "She's here about Evelyn, no doubt," Harry said, holding out his hand for you, and you took it, smiling sadly, well-practiced, even though the fact that there was no ring on his finger made you want to twist his arm until it fractured.

"The police have no idea where she's gone," you said, dropping his hand, which he used to gesture for you to take a seat.

"Trust me, I've spared no expense in trying to find her," Harry said, his voice still smooth as butter. "My PI suggests it's stress. She wanted a fresh start and… Our marriage was in the way, it seems."

"It's the first I'm hearing of it," you said.

"Can I get you something to drink?" the woman asked. "Wine? We've got a great Merlot."

"I have to drive," you said, your face apologetic and helpless, and you swore something flickered in her eye.

"Harry, honey, what about you?" she asked, looking at the man who couldn't deny her anything.

"Sure, what's a small glass between friends?" he said and you resisted a scoff. His wife was probably dead, and he had killed her, and still had the nerve to play the cool guy around them.

The woman gave him a saccharine smile, walking away, and Harry looked at you. "It's not what it looks like," he said lowly. "I decided to work from home, what with Evie gone. The last thing I need is police showing up at my place of work, and I can't do a thing without Betty. She's my secretary."

How cliché, you thought. Having an affair with his secretary, seriously? Are we still in the 90s? "Of course," you said placidly. "By the way, I wanted to ask, the truck outside, is that yours?"

"No, that'd be Betty's. Or rather, her father's. He, uh, used to fix boats or something, I don't really know," Harry said, waving his hand carelessly, before letting out a sigh. "Look, I know why you're here. I don't know what Evie told you, but it's not true."

"She's wearing Evie's dress," you said lowly, almost dangerous, your anger bleeding through.

"She spilled coffee on her dress and needed a change," Harry said and you scoffed.

"Evie's not gone two days, and you've gone and replaced her. I can't get my guy to replace my TV that fast."

"We had a fight, that's it," Harry insisted, looking at you. "She… She was convinced that I wasn't faithful, refused to believe me, I mean, she was getting hysterical."

"And then what, she just packed her bags and left?" you asked.

"No, she just… she just left," Harry said, looking broken, but you knew his ability to fake it. "You have to know… I love Evie more than anything. It's just this merger's been eating up all my time and she got the wrong idea. She's the only one for me, you have to believe me!"

"Is that right?" Betty asked, walking over with a bottle of Merlot and a glass of wine. "Evie's the only one for you?"

Harry swallowed, his eyes widening as Betty approached him, a sneering look on her face, and you could tell this wasn't about to end well. You're praying you're pressing the right numbers, sending it to the right person, your hand in your coat pocket.

"Betty, no, I-I only meant--"

"Evie, Evie, Evie, God, you never shut up about her," Betty scoffed, dropping the glass with every intention, the sound of it shattering making you flinch.

"Betty, baby, listen--"

"I have done everything to get you to look at me," Betty cried, staggering towards him with the bottle in hand. "You told me I was prettier than her, you told me!"

"Betty, calm down, you're getting hysterical," Harry said, hoping a firm hand would guide her, and you inched away, hoping to be imperceptible.

"Betty…" you said slowly, "what did you do?" Harry looked at you, frowning.

"You don't seriously think Betty--"

"Why not?" Betty asked, tears flooding her eyes, red and watery, her voice loud and shaky. "Or did you think itty bitty Betty was just some girl you could fuck and shelve away?"

"Betty," you said, swallowing, "did you do something to Evie?"

"God, I am so sick of that bitch!" Betty cried, looking at you, all but snarling. "She's gone, okay?" she yelled at you. "Get over it!"

"Betty, what did you do?" Harry asked, stepping forward. "Did you hurt Evie?"

"Stop saying her name!" she shrieked, swinging the bottle back to hit Harry right in the head and all you could do was clap your hands over your mouth as the man toppled over, his head hitting the polished floors with a crack. Betty didn't even look especially pressed about it, watching the supposed love of her life sprawled unconscious, glass and wine spilled all over the floor. At least, you hoped he was only unconscious, and Betty took a swig of wine, then put it down with a sigh, her hand slipping into her pocket to pull out a revolver.

"Betty, what are you--" She didn't even wait for you to finish the question before shooting Harry in the head and it was all you could do to not scream. Run. You should run. There's no way Alex and Spencer can get here before-- Betty raised her gun right at you.

"Sorry," Betty said, not sounding sorry at all, "Can't leave behind a witness."

"Wait!" You cried out. "Please! Just-Just tell me what happened. I-I just want the truth."

Betty scoffed, tilting her wrist. "The truth? Harry was sick of her, and I gave him what that bitch never could. But he didn't have the nerve to drop her. All that high society bullshit. So I did what he didn't have the balls to do. I killed her. Good thing Daddy told me to get a boating licence at 15. Not to mention the life insurance policy I get to collect in a few weeks."

"How are you gonna convince the police it wasn't you?" you asked, managing to keep the tremor out of your voice.

"Oh, that's easy," she said, grinning at you. "You came here, convinced that Harry killed Evie, and you shot him out of revenge. And then I caught you after you dumped him," she gestured to Harry, "And guess who'd left their gun behind when you took him? So, of course, I had no choice but to shoot you in self-defence. Sorry, honey. Guess this is the end."

You swallowed, out of cards to play, and closed your eyes when you heard the faintest siren outside. "Not yet," you said, right before the door burst open, Morgan kicking it down, followed by Spencer and Hotch. You felt your boyfriend (technically, you hadn't talked about labels yet) wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you away from Betty while Derek and Hotch had the woman surrounded.

"She killed Evelyn," you kept repeating as Spencer ushered you out of the house and to the waiting ambulance.

"I know, I know, angel, we've got her now," he said, and you frowned.

"How did you get here so soon?" you asked, as you felt someone wrap a blanket around you, your gaze fixed on Spencer.

"Blake told me about Evelyn," Spencer said, shrugging. "I wanted to help, but JJ said if you wanted you'd ask for it, so, I worked it out on my own. Figured it had to be Betty. She owned the truck, had the boating license, knew enough about the law to get away with it."

You sighed, sitting on the edge of the ambulance. "Well, that's just embarrassing. I didn't realise it until she came out with that wine."

"That's okay," Spencer said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You don't have FBI resources at your beck and call." You smiled at the gesture, but Spencer still looked serious. "You do, however, have me at your beck and call. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to get you in trouble at work," you said softly. "I know Strauss doesn't appreciate you lot crossing red tape."

"I'd rather have Strauss mad at me than find you…" He couldn't even finish the sentence, he was that terrified of losing her.

"I know," you said gently, taking his hand in yours. "I should have asked for help."

"Hotch is getting Syracuse PD to drag the water to see if we can find Evelyn," he said, shaking his head. "I know these local precincts are overburdened and underpaid, but this level of incompetence in handling this case is…"

"Thank you," is all you have in you to say, and it's not enough. You have to kiss him, like it's your birthright, your hands on his waist, his large, spindly hands cupping your jaw as he takes your breath away. He pulled away, all too soon, having to remember that he was here as a professional.

"Come on, it'll be dark soon, and you're not wearing nearly enough layers for the forecast." You chuckled lightly, keeping the blanket around your shoulders, coupled with his warmth, as he guided you to the car.

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moons-and-mobility-aids · 4 months ago

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The Christmas Holidays

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: James wants you to come to his for the christmas holiday, and you have to explain why that's not possible Tags: fem!reader, disabled!reader, no use of y/n, depictions of chronic pain, travel limitations due to disability, seizure disorder, reader navigating chronic illness, established relationship, poly!marauders x reader, hurt/comfort, quiet intimacy, james being so tender it hurts, remus offering unspoken support, sirius shows up late but he's perfect anyway, choosing love over tradition, christmas fic but make it soft, found family, reader being so loved it's a little overwhelming, james potter makes a decision and everyone lives better for it, soft boys being soft together Word count: 1.4k words Series Masterlist

James leans back against the wood paneling at the foot of your bed, his expression unreadable. Your room is a comfortable sanctuary tucked away from the bustling common area of Gryffindor tower, the walls lined with books and personal trinkets that tell a story of your time at Hogwarts. The fire burns low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the floor.

"So," he draws out the word, raising an eyebrow as if to invite you into some secret plot. "I've been thinking—how about spending Christmas at my parents' house this year?"

The suggestion hangs in the air, disrupting the stillness of the winter day outside. Snowflakes fall gently against the windowpane, their delicate dance a sharp contrast to the racing thoughts inside your head. You've spent previous holidays within the castle's stone walls, the silence of empty corridors both a comfort and a reminder of the solitude that often accompanies the festive season.

"Sirius usually comes along too," James adds, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, watching you for a reaction. His hazel eyes are bright with anticipation, the mischievous grin never far from his lips. "Mum and Dad would love to meet you properly." He says it casually, as though the idea isn't monumental, but to you, it feels like an earthquake shifting the very ground beneath you.

A small smile touches your lips, not of joy, but in recognition of the well-trodden path this conversation always seems to take. "That sounds lovely, James," you respond, your voice barely a whisper as you reach out to squeeze his hand. "But... you know I can't."

His grin falters, confusion knitting his brows together. "What? Why not? It's Christmas! The house will be full of cheer—Mum's been asking about you for months."

Remus lowers his book, the pages rustling softly as he sets it aside. He moves to sit next to you on the bed, his presence a silent reassurance. You shift slightly, gathering the strength to continue, your tone light despite the heavy words.

"It's the journey, James." You lift your hand, fingers brushing against the charm bracelet encircling your wrist—the one with charms for each of the boys that grows warm when they think of you. Right now, it feels like a gentle hearth fire. "I can't handle the Hogwarts Express and all the travelling. It takes at least three days for me to recover from a trip like that. And that's just the train, not considering everything else—five seizures minimum on a travel day really does a number on me."

James's expression tightens, a frown marring his forehead as he leans in, his gaze steady, searching yours for understanding. He knows—has seen—how your body rebels against you in ways that are cruel and unpredictable. But this...

"But... we've got two whole weeks, love," he says, the words slow and heavy, like stones sinking into deep water.

You offer him a smile, one that doesn't quite reach your eyes but carries with it a quiet patience born of years navigating the treacherous currents of your condition. "It's not that simple. It's a day of travel, at least three days of recovery, and then we have to hope my body cooperates, and given it’s winter, that’s unlikely. That’s not how I want to meet your parents. Not when I’ll barely be able to stay awake for a proper conversation - it was bad enough that that’s kind of how I met Remus’s mum, and we weren’t even together then. And honestly, my parents would be upset because I never see them for Christmas either.”

"Except in second year," Remus interjects, "but that's because you were in St. Mungo's over the holidays."

"Exactly." You glance at Remus, grateful for his understanding.

James starts to say something, then hesitates. His gaze softens as he grasps the reality of your situation. He squeezes your hand, his thumb tracing small circles against your skin. "I... I hadn't thought about it that way before."

"I know you didn't." You reach up, fingers ghosting over his cheek. "And I do want to meet them, but I want to be at my best when I do. A short holiday doesn't give me enough time to recover. I promise, I'll come during the summer. Two months—that should be plenty for both travel and recovery. I'll be able to spend quality time with them then."

His eyes search yours, wrestling with the truth of your words. "Summer, huh?"

"Summer," you confirm, the word hanging between you like a promise. "You, me, Remus, Sirius. I'll finally meet your parents, and we won't be rushed."

Remus chuckles, the sound low and comforting as he leans back against the headboard. "Summer sounds just about perfect. You won't be able to get rid of us once we're there, Prongs."

James cracks a grin, the first genuine one you've seen since the conversation began, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes—those remain clouded with worry. He exhales slowly, running his fingers through his messy hair, a gesture you've come to associate with deep thought—or deep frustration. "I just wish... I wish we could all be together for Christmas."

You shake your head gently, the warmth from your bracelet seeping into your skin as you squeeze his hand once more. "I want you to go, James. Have a wonderful Christmas with your parents. They'll miss you if you don't. And...you can tell them all about me." You manage a small smile, your heart fluttering at the thought. "By the time summer comes around, they'll feel like they already know me."

But James is already shaking his head, his decision etched in the stubborn set of his jaw. "No, I've made up my mind." His gaze holds yours, unyielding. "I'm staying here at Hogwarts."

"James—" you begin, your protest lodged in your throat, but he cuts you off, his hands now cradling both of yours.

"No, listen. I need to be with you. And with Remus and Sirius. I love spending Christmas with my parents, but it wouldn't be right knowing you're here alone. We should be together." His smile softens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with sincerity. "I can always bring you home with me in the summer. It'll be worth the wait."

You blink, taken aback by the swiftness of his decision. Your gaze shifts to Remus, whose smile flickers like a secret shared in the depths of the night. "Are you sure?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper against the thickening silence.

"Without a doubt," James affirms, and there's a warmth that starts to build within you—not just from the charm bracelet, but from the strength of his loyalty, the depth of his love.

"Thank you," you murmur, the words brushed with the softness of unshed tears.

James leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Anything for you, love."

Remus chuckles beside you, a low rumble of affectionate amusement. He reaches over, ruffling James' hair with a teasing grin. "You're too good for us, Prongs."

"Nah." James' reply is laced with a nonchalance that belies the intensity of his conviction. "I just know what matters."

The door swings open abruptly, and Sirius strides in, a dusting of snow still clinging to his hair and shoulders. He shakes it off, sending small flurries across the wooden floor. Without missing a beat, he sprawls onto the floor, stretching out like a contented dog.

"So," he says, looking up at the others, "what'd I miss?"

Remus chuckles, a low rumble that resonates in the otherwise quiet room. "James has decided to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas."

Sirius's eyebrows shoot up, and his lips pull into a sly grin that mirrors James's own. "Is that so?" he drawls, rolling onto his side to face them better. "Well then, I suppose we'll just have to make this the best bloody Christmas Hogwarts has ever seen, won't we?"

James laughs, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "That's the plan, mate."

And just like that, the heaviness of before seems to lift, replaced by the warmth of the fire, the sound of shared laughter, and the knowledge that this Christmas will be spent together.

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edsheeranong · 1 year ago

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sweet pea x fem oc

A/N- i've never written before and idk if anyone will even see this but pls be nice. i've also not really watched riverdale in many years so i'm trying to piece things together but it won't follow the plot very well.

-archie andrews twin sister, delilah, is fed up with him being overprotective. so when a cute serpent offers her an opportunity, she can't turn it down

"andrews," an unfamiliar voice called out. delilah hummed in response, not bothering to look who it was and instead continued piling notebooks out of her locker. "i hear your brother doesn't like you dating, he goes around and tells everyone not to go near you, 'or else'" the boy said.

"can i help you with something or...?" delilah said, closing her locker and looking at the boy.

"sweet pea," he extended his hand out to her. she readjusted the stack of book in her hands to shake his. "i've got a proposition for you," he stated.

"look, you wouldn't be the first boy to think he can get with me without my brother finding out," she started walking and followed her. "it never ends well."

"i think i can handle him," he stated. she turned to look at him and realized he had a point. he was incredibly tall and muscular. "but anyway that's not what i'm suggesting," he pulled her into an alcove. "i hate your brother, he thinks he's the shit and he keeps messing with southsiders."

"why are you telling me this?" she cut him off.

"i think we can help each other out," he said, resulting in a raised eyebrow from the girl. "you hate him for controlling you, i just hate him."

"okay, i don't hate my brother," she said.

"but you're fed up with him telling everyone not to go out with you?" he asked, and she sighed and murmured in agreement. "i'm suggesting a little revenge."

"why me?" she asked, he was getting annoyed at how she kept interrupting him.

"i'm probably the person your brother hates most, at least at this school. and i hate your brother so much, being with his sister would just kill him," he explained.

"'with' as in..." she said.

"dating," he clarified.

"let me get this straight, you want me to fake date you so you can get back at my brother for being a dick and i can get back at him for controlling my love life?"

"yep, pretty much," he shrugged.

"i'm still confused," she admitted. "if we're not actually together, you're not really getting back at him."

"if he believes we're together, then it's like i took something from him. he tries so hard to keep you away from guys, and his number one enemy being the one you defy him for. it'll make him go crazy."

"it'll make things worse, he's only gonna harass you more," delilah pointed out.

"once again, i can deal with him," he said. "just think about it," he walked away, leaving her to think.

she walked home alone and really thought about his proposal. she was fully on board with showing archie he couldn't control her, but she was scared of what he would do to sweet pea. it was all she thought about that entire night and she decided she just needed to sleep on it.

the entire next day she kept trying to find a time to talk to him but he was always with someone.

she was about to take it as a sign but as she was leaving school, she turned the corner and ran right into him. he grabbed her arm to stabilize her and raised his eyebrows at her.

"so?" he asked.

"i'm down," she told him. he smirked at her and they started walking. he led her to the back of the school where his bike was. he handed her his helmet and she hesitated before taking it.

"well it would be bad manners not to drive my girl home," he said, noticing her confused expression.

"okay hold up," she said as he mounted the bike. "i think we need to have a conversation about this."

"what is there to talk about?"

"uh, i don't know. how long are we gonna do this for?" she sat down on the ledge in front of him.

"until we decide we've had enough," he said.

"okay... how is this... gonna work?" she asked and he pondered for a moment.

"well, we should make sure archie sees us together, obviously. but we gotta keep this act up around other people too," he pulled his leg off his bike and stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her knees and spreading them so he could stand between them.

Sweet pea took the moment of silence to take a good look at her. he had seen her around school, of course, but it was always from a distance. her hair was usually messy, due to the loose curls in it.

but looking at her up close was different. her eyes were bright green and her skin was almost sickly pale. she had freckles littered about her face. she was a lot to take in.

it shocked him how different she looked from her twin brother. he had bright red hair and dark eyes but her hair was pitch black and piercing green eyes.

"okay," she managed to finally get out. "i have some rules though."

"rules?" he threw his head back. "i don't really do rules."

"we get it, you're a bad boy," she rolled her eyes at him. "and yes i have rules. number one, we keep my dad out of this. he's been through a lot recently and i don't want to stress him out more," she waited for a sign be understood and when he nodded his head she continued. "number two, nothing too physical. i've never had a boyfriend before and i don't want all my firsts to be wasted on a boy-"

"like me?" he cut her off. "a serpent? a southsider?"

"who isn't actually my boyfriend," she finished, clearly annoyed.

"fine, but nobodies going to believe we're dating if i can't kiss you," he pointed out.

"you can kiss me, but i'm not doing anything more," she told him. "number three, you can't tell anyone this isn't real. if it got back to archie, neither of us would live to see another day."

"my lips are sealed," he said. "now if that's all..." he picked her up by her waist and gently placed her on the ground. "i think it's time we set the plan in motion," he gestured toward his bike.

"sure, but archie won't be home," she said as he placed the helmet on her head and messed with the straps.

"where will he be?" he got back on his bike and patted the space behind him.

"him and veronica go to pops every friday after school," she explained, carefully climbing on the bike. he grabbed her arms and placed them around his torso.

"then i guess i know where we're going," he started his bike. "hold on tight."

#riverdale #sweet pea #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale fic #archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #fanfic #fanfiction #southside #southside serpents #northside #to all the boys i've loved before #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea riverdale

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lillaydee · 3 months ago

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I'm Right Here Part 3

BFF!Joel Miller / F Reader

Sometimes the person we've been looking for has been right there all along.

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WARNINGS: BFF Joel Miller, Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Angst, Love Triangles, Miscommunication, Past Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Joel is a Clueless Idiot, Jealousy, Minor Character Death

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Part 2

Jen didn’t stop talking during the hour she was with Joel, telling him everything and anything she could about herself, and how she had always thought he was cute, even in high school. She never thought he would ever notice her, though, she’s pinching herself that she’s having drinks with THE Joel Miller. She’d always wondered what happened to him. So, what had he been up to these days?

Joel wasn’t listening though. He was straight up looking at you and Eric, not even bothering to hide it. His fingers holding the neck of his beer up in front of his chest, basically doing what he always did when he was chaperoning your dates in high school. It used to drive his dates crazy. He kept telling himself he was simply looking out for you, keeping a promise he’d made to Eddie all those years ago. He watched as Eric talked, watched as you listened, looking interested, sometimes concerned, your hands rubbing his arm, his shoulder, his knee. He watched as your serious face turned smiley, and then giggly, and then full on belly laughing, clutching on to Eric, who was not at all awkward about steadying you by the waist.

Though his heart clenched at how comfortable you were with Eric, he smiled a little when he saw you laugh. He loved seeing you laugh. Despite everything you went through, you still managed to laugh. Your laughs were his favourite sound to hear, his favourite thing to watch. You laughed with your whole body, your eyes practically shut, your entire body shaking. He especially loved it when you laughed so much you snorted, fighting to let in a breath, your eyes watering. Every time you did, he would lose all control and started laughing with you. Heck, he used to find you every time he felt a bit down, knowing that at the first sign of a belly laugh from you, his worries would simply disappear.

He watched as Will and Dave joined the two of you at the bar, watched as you explain something to the two of them, making them laugh as well, their laughter ringing through the noisy establishment. He watched as Dave turned to look at Lucy who was gagging to be let in on the joke, the four of you joining her and Liv at the booth, you repeating the story and all of them practically weeping with laughter, bodies weak, Lucy laughing so much she almost slid off the vinyl seat, which prompted an even bigger laugh from everyone.

“Joel?”

Joel’s attention turned back to Jen, “Sorry, what?”

Jen turned around to see what he had been looking at.

“They all look familiar. I remember that lady from yesterday, her name is Dahlia, right?”

“Daisy.”

“Right, I just remember it’s a flower. And the letter D, of course.”

“How did you know her?”

“She’s always with you, right? She has a brother? A twin?”

“Had. He passed.”

“Oh, that sucks. So sorry to hear that. What about everyone else? Who are they?”

“Oh, just some people from my class. We’re having a little impromptu thing. I should rejoin them.”

“Oh,” Jen said, “I’m from that high school too, can I join you guys?”

“Uh…” Joel hesitated, “Maybe that’s not a good idea…”

“Oh…” she said, failing terribly at hiding her disappointment. “Okay, uhm… can I have your number? Would love to see you again.”

Joel hesitated, yet again. Jen quickly back tracking, “No… silly me. We hardly know each other. Well, thank you for the drink, Joel, hope to see you around town.” She stood up, stopping for a moment, as if waiting for him to stop her, her face falling slightly when he didn’t, and left.

Despite feeling so bad for not entertaining Jen when he had agreed to have a drink with her, Joel heaved a heavy sigh of relief. Here was this beautiful woman who was very clearly interested in him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to pay much attention to her. His mind was focused on you. He hadn’t wanted to leave you here, to be honest. He wanted to stay, just to make sure you were alright. Eric was a nice guy back in high school, but what if growing older made him a creep? There was also the fact that the two of you broke up so suddenly – everything was fine and dandy, you two always had a great time during your dates from what he saw. Eric might have even snuck in a kiss or two before he managed to intervene. But one day you told him that Eric had broken up with you. Just like that. Wouldn’t tell him why. You looked broken up, but at peace with it. He didn’t even know if you and Eric broke up on good terms. So when he saw Eric there, his guard went up. He told you he wanted to go home so that you would have an excuse to leave, just in case you were not comfortable with seeing him again. But you didn’t catch on, and Eric volunteered to drive you home. What if he tried something with you when alone in his car in the dark of night? No… his heart couldn’t take it. But it would look stupid for him to stay since he had told you he was tired. Jen gave him the perfect opportunity to stay, not that he was interested in anything she had to say.

Your eyes turned towards him, noticing that he was now alone. You beckoned him over, sliding further into the booth, patting the seat next to you. Joel never thought he could move that fast. Despite his initial feelings for Eric joining you, he knew he would never let a chance to spend time with you go by. He sat next to you, and suddenly all the worries in his heart was over.

“I thought you were going home?” you asked him later, when others were distracted.

“I was.”

“Saw you with Jen. Why didn’t you ask her to join us?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know. Just didn’t feel right.”

“So Eric doesn’t have to drive me home?”

Joel smiled, “I mean, he can, if he wants to, or if you would prefer he drive you home. But I can take you home too. It’s up to you.”

He leaned back and placed his arm on the backrest behind you, the two of you basically talking about the plans for when his parents came back to town. You were talking about getting a bottle of wine and some flowers for them, a thank you, for inviting you to their home and welcoming you into their company, even if for a little while.

“You’re always welcome, you know that,” he said, promising he will take you to town the next day so you could pick a bottle, and maybe look for dessert. You insisted that the two of you be there early so you could help his Mama with the cooking, and he laughed. As if his Mama would ever let anyone help her cook.

“Oh, she will let me. She loves me,” you joked, rapidly blinking your eyes at him.

He didn’t say anything, just sat there and watched you, a strange smile on his face.

It suddenly struck the two of you how quiet the table was. You looked around the table, everyone was just staring at you and Joel, their hands on their cheeks, just smiling at the sight they were seeing.

“What?” you asked.

Will took a deep breath. “Are you sure the two of you aren’t together?”

“Okay, I’ve had enough. You need to explain this to me,” you said, putting your drink down. You turned to Joel, who had the exact same expression you imagined yourself having. “Why do you guys keep saying that?” you turned to Eric, who had a sly smile on his face.

“You guys don’t know?” Lucy asked.

“If we do, we wouldn’t be asking this, would we?”

“Well,” Eric said, that smile still on his face. “The three of you were always together. And you and Eddie,” he said, pointing at Joel, “Treated this one like a princess. You broke up with girls for being mean to her. All your exes were jealous of her. They claimed that you never shut up about her.”

“Oh yeah, tell me about it,” Suzie chimed in from the next table, turning her chair around. “Joel, I love you, in a platonic way now, but back then you wouldn’t stop talking about her. I never did anything bad to you, right Daze?”

You shook your head. Suzie was one of the nicer ones – the non bimbo of his exes.

“And still, you broke up with me because I asked that you maybe don’t talk about her throughout our dates.”

“I didn’t do that,” Joel defended himself.

“Oh my God,” she countered. “We’d go get ice cream and you’d talk about Daze’s favourite. We’d get pizza and you’d talk about Daze’s obsession with pineapples on pizzas. Anything we talked about would turn into something about Daze.”

Joel frowned, “Well… she’s one of my closest friends, we’ve known each other since infancy. Of course I talk about her.”

“Yeah… you didn’t talk about Eddie though…” Suzie mumbled, making Will laugh.

“So we are close, doesn’t mean we should be together,” you protested.

“We just figured you guys were crushing on each other,” Dave said, Lucy nodding.

“Why would you think that? I don’t talk about Joel,” you questioned. Eric snorted, spraying beer all over your sleeve.

“What?”

Eric wiped his face, apologizing for your sleeve, but refused to say anything, despite your pleas. You looked at him in disbelief. “Was Joel the reason you broke up with me?” Eric looked at you with a regretful smile, “You know why I broke up with you Daze, I told you. And it wasn’t Joel.” You nodded, knowing what he was talking about.

“Oh my God!” Lucy shrieked, hand on her belly. The baby kicked. And just like that, everyone forgot what the discussion was about and talks quickly turned into babies and families.

“So, what was the reason you and Eric broke up?” Joel asked as he backed out of his parking spot.

“Oh, it’s kinda private. I don’t know if I should tell you. I mean, to my knowledge he hasn’t told anyone, so I’d better not. Maybe one day when I know he would be comfortable with me sharing.”

He nodded.

“So? How was your first date with Jen?” you asked.

“What first date? I agreed to a drink. Still didn’t give her my number.”

“What? Why not? You were all ‘I wanna go home, I’m tired’ and then the tiredness magically disappeared when she walked in and you were having a drink with her and you didn’t even give her your number?”

Joel didn’t answer.

“She looked like she was nice, friendly. Why didn’t you give her your number?”

He shrugged. “What about you and Eric? You gonna see him again?”

“I guess, we’re in the same town, we have each other’s numbers.”

You might have imagined it, but his grasp on the steering wheel tightened.

“I remember you being a bit subdued when you two broke up. You sure you’re okay being in touch with him again?”

“Yes Joel, I’m okay. We’re friends. We broke up amicably.”

“He never hurt you? Touched you inappropriately? Put his hands on you?”

“Oh my God Joel, you think I’d let a man do that to me?”

“No,” he said, rather defensively. “Just looking out.”

“Well, I’m a big girl now. And my past taught me to never let a man do that to me ever again. You don’t have to look out for me, Joel.”

“I can’t help it,” he mumbled. “You want to get something before we go home?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

That night, as you laid in bed, you couldn’t help but regret your faux disappointment at the fact that Joel didn’t get Jen’s number. It’s only been a few days living under the same roof as him, and all those few days had done was prove to you that the supposed crush you had for Joel was not supposed at all. You could not deny the way your heart almost soared at the fact that Joel made excuses to go home once Eric showed up. A small part of you, as childish as it may have been, imagined (or maybe hoped?) that it was out of jealousy. All that talk of him talking about you with all his exes – to the point that they got jealous of the attention he was giving you – somehow wormed an idea into your head. Was it possible that he had seen you as more than Eddie’s twin sister? Could it be that he had been crushing on you too? Crushing so hard that people saw it? They all thought you had harboured a crush on him, which was true. Did they see the same signs from him as they did from you?

As much as it would hurt you to discover this was all in your vapid, silly little brain, you couldn’t help but hope. He was the one who begged you to stay with him. He went all out to prepare the place for you. He planned these few days to ensure the two of you spent as much time together as you could. He invited you to snuggle with him when you cried. It wasn’t as if the two of you spent your time with Eddie all those years ago snuggling. This was new. Since Eddie left. Or was he just being nice?

You couldn’t deny that Jen was a knockout. Drop dead gorgeous. And she seemed… sweet. Just the kind of woman he used to date. The kind who would worship him. You could still feel that spot in your stomach where your heart dropped when you first saw their interaction at the zoo. Your jealousy meter went up to red alert. You were secretly relieved that he didn’t entertain her, despite your lame attempts to encourage it. But when you saw him sit down for a drink with her tonight, your heart sank to that spot again. It took everything in you to focus on Eric. It was lucky for you that Eric was actually good company, making you laugh. And when you noticed Joel was alone again, you felt a sense of relief you couldn’t even describe. He didn’t go home with her. And when he made it clear that he didn’t ask her to join the table, you heart swelled slightly, and when he told you he didn’t ask for her number, your heart soared. That vapid, silly little girl in you couldn’t help but hope. Was it possible that he didn’t entertain Jen because he was hoping for something to happen with you?

You scoffed at yourself. Who the fuck were you kidding? The work week was starting, and when the two of you settled into a normal life routine, your silly little crush would go away. When Joel is no longer free from work and begins his daily routine as a single, supremely good looking man again, when he goes out for drinks after work or go on dates, this fog would be lifted from your eyes and you will see sense.

Surely you would?

The work week made it impossibly harder for you to forget this stupid crush you had on him. The weekend before the work week should have already told you it was going to be a disaster, if you were being honest. He mowed the lawn, music in his ears, looking like sex on legs with his sweatpants and old beater of a t-shirt, his curls sticking to his forehead. When you offered him a glass of ice cold water, he drank it all in one go right in front of you, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as his sweat ran down his neck, looking so fucking manly it should be illegal. He fought you over doing the laundry – you had asked for his so that you wouldn’t waste energy, but he insisted that he would do your along with his. You won, and as a compromise, he hoovered the entire house, your room included.

That first Monday, you came home from your run to a house smelling like coffee and eggs and whatever protein he chose to make you for breakfast. The two of you had breakfast together, and he drove you to work, walking you into the office and introduced you to everyone. He even insisted someone got you a better chair – he didn’t like how wobbly the tires were on the one that came with your little desk. He came by the office to pick you up for lunch – a celebration, he said, a welcome to the company meal. That got Mrs Adler, the secretary looking at you with a knowing smile, and of course your love-struck mind attributed it to him having a secret crush on you that she was somehow in the know of all along. He picked you up after work, and the two of you cooked for dinner, eating together, talking about your days, plans for the next day, the likes. You fell asleep watching a movie and woke up the next morning in your own bed, smiling at the idea that he had carried you to your room.

The two of you went grocery shopping after work Wednesday, him pushing the cart and you placing items in it, heads together as you contemplated what to buy for the next few days. He helped you pick a wine for his parents’ lunch that weekend, waited as you placed an order for dessert to be collected for the occasion.

When you came home from work that Thursday evening, you knew how deep a hole you were in. That crush you thought you had was now quickly affected by the domesticity of the last few days. Oh, and that welcome to the company lunch that apparently was only ever offered to you? It was a daily thing. Just the two of you having a sandwich at the little shop around the corner. And somehow, the two of you sat closer and closer together on the couch as the days went by.

Fuck. You were falling for him, weren’t you?

That night after dinner, Joel put on a movie as usual, sitting even closer to you than the night before. So close you could smell his shampoo. It took all the willpower in you not to just put your nose to his hair and smell it. You needed to keep the act up. Joel was basically all you had left of Eddie. You couldn’t spoil this. Just because you mind hoped that he felt the same way about you, didn’t mean that he did.

His phone rang not five minutes into the movie. He frowned at the screen, showing you an unsaved number.

“Hello?”

“Joel? Is that you? It’s me, Jen.”

Joel sat up straight. “Jen?”

Your heart stopped. It actually stopped.

He got up and went outside, taking his smokes with him.

“How did you get this number?” he asked as he shut the door. You could see him light a cigarette through the curtains, talking in a hesitant, low tone.

Fuck.

Your own phone rang. Eric. Oh thank God. At least you wouldn’t be spending the next few minutes obsessing over Joel and his phone call with Jen.

“Yellow.”

“Yellow. Whatcha doooin?”

“Watching a movie. Why?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

“You can do that?”

“Shut up you goose,” he protested as you laughed out loud. “I’ve just had a thought – you know how we were too poor to even go for pizza back when we were dating?”

“Uh… we were in school.”

“I know. But I wanted you to know that I’d always felt horrible that our dates were restricted to a shared single scoop ice cream or soda. So, now that we’re all grown up, I want to take you out on a do-over date. One you deserve. Please? Tomorrow? I’ll buy you flowers and everything.”

You frowned, “What’s going on Eric?”

He took a deep breath, “I’ve always felt bad about how things ended with us. And you know… things were awkward for a while, even when we said we would stay friends, and then before I knew it high school was over and we went our separate ways. I’ve always wanted to do this. Please? Give an old friend some peace of mind?”

“How much do I deserve exactly? Like what do I wear?”

“Nice dress. Heels. Make up. The whole shebang baby. Gonna treat you like the queen you are.”

“And this date will be tomorrow? How exactly did you get a reservation of this level this late?”

“I know people. Please Daze? Say yes?”

“Let me confirm something first okay? Let you know in a couple of hours?”

“Okay. Not a total rejection. I can live with that. Let me know okay?”

“Kay. Later.”

You hung up just as Joel came back inside.

“How did you get this number?” Joel asked as he exited the front door, lighting a cigarette. He heard your phone ring, peeking through the curtains to see you talking to someone with a huge smile on your face. And then you laughed, and he couldn’t help wonder who you were talking to.

“I hope you don’t mind, but it turned out you did a job for my landlady last year and well, my rickety stairs just gave out. She gave me your number. Said she had your card.”

“Oh. Uhm… how did the stairs give out?”

“It’s always creaked, but a few minutes ago I came downstairs and something cracked and the whole portion just hang loose now. I can’t go back upstairs.”

“Well… I can’t exactly come in tonight… I don’t have my tools. They’re at the office.”

“Please Joel? I don’t know who else to call. I need to get back upstairs. I can’t go to work tomorrow if I don’t. And my boss is a douche and will fire me if I don’t make it to work. I need this job Joel. Please.”

Something in his heart softened. Much as he didn’t want to leave your company, Jen’s pleas got to him.

“Okay, where do you live?”

She gave him her address, about a twenty minutes’ drive from his place. He told her he could go take a look, but he couldn’t promise anything, since he only had basic tools for the night. She told him she would be okay with that, thanking him for taking time out of his rest time for her. He hung up, going back inside.

“Were you on the phone?” he asked you, noticing that you had just hung up too.

“Yeah, Eric called to ask if he could take me out tomorrow. I wanted to ask if we had plans?”

Joel’s heart dropped to his stomach when he heard your answer. He went into his room and changed his pants, leaving the door slightly cracked.

“Wow, like a date?” he asked, heart thundering, hoping you’d say no.

“Sort of. To make up for the break up and all the supposedly cheap ice cream dates he took me on,” you told him, waiting to see if he reacted poorly to that bit of news, still stupidly hoping that he might at least tell you to say no, that he had plans for the two of you.

Joel closed his eyes at the information, rubbing his face, willing himself not to react negatively. “Well, that sounds like fun. You should go. I don’t have anything planned yet,” he said, coming out of his room with his jeans on, taking his keys out of the bowl next to the TV.

“Where are you going?”

“To Jen’s, she had some emergency she needed my help with.”

“Oh. Well, okay, careful driving,” you said, hiding your disappointment, as well as the boulder that suddenly made it’s way into the pit of your stomach.

He stood in front of the door for a bit, looking contemplative, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to say something to you, but ultimately, he nodded and left.

You sat there unmoving for a few minutes, trying to digest what just happened. He had been so reluctant to give his number to her, twice, and yet when she called, he just went running? You scoffed at yourself. Silly woman. Of course he would. He was just a man after all. A good looking one at that. Of course he would go for a Jen. Not a Daisy. Especially not the Daisy who made him eat uncooked muffins cause the Easy-Bake Oven she found in her garage wouldn’t work properly.

You needed to get over yourself and get on with your life. If you were going to stay in Austin you couldn’t simply live your life waiting around for Joel to come up with plans for the two of you. You needed to make friends, have a social life. Maybe you’ll meet someone new, maybe you’ll get a job and move out, and then this silly crush on Joel Miller would be a thing of the past.

Maybe.

So you texted Eric – yes. To dinner. Tomorrow.

Great, he texted back, almost immediately. Pick you up at 630. Can’t wait.

Joel’s twenty minutes’ drive was a distracted one. Eric had asked you out. Just as he feared. He didn’t have a problem with Eric, of course. He was a nice guy. But there was a resignation in his heart when he heard that he had asked you out. Eric went to MIT. He was an engineer for a prominent oil and gas company now. Sure, a young one, but an engineer none the less. A good looking one at that. One you used to date. One you used to kiss. One who could definitely, even with his starting salary, afford to take you to much nicer places than he ever could.

And why shouldn’t he, Joel thought. You were going to be an accountant. Surely you deserve someone like Eric. Someone more of your level. Not someone as uneducated such as himself whose body ached, whose hands have become way too rough for his age from hard, physical labour for a much lower wage. He should be happy for you. Eddie would have supported you dating Eric. He was the only one Eddie didn’t have a problem with. When Eric broke up with you, Joel remembered wanting to punch his face in for breaking your heart. But Eddie told him not to, telling him Eric must have had a good reason. Eric was a nice guy. He wasn’t a player. He didn’t date anyone else after you, at least, not in high school. So Joel let him be.

A knock on his window snapped him out of his own mind, Jen standing outside. He hadn’t realized it but he had arrived at Jen’s. He reluctantly grabbed his toolbox from the back seat and went inside, Jen chattering nervously as she showed him the problem. It was an old house, the middle section separating the two different levels of the staircase had come lose, basically hanging off the wall. The metal plates joining the section to the other two had come off, now on the floor, the screws broken clean into two pieces. He searched his toolbox for similar screws, screwed the plates back on, and got up to leave. Jen was chattering the entire time, holding her dress robe closed in front of her.

“That should do it,” Joel told her, starting towards the door to leave.

“That’s it? That was quick! Oh I feel so silly!”

“No worries. Happens with old screws sometimes. Wear and tear. Well, good night.”

“Wait, how much do I owe you?” she said, grabbing her purse. Her dress robe fell open, revealing a skimpy pair of shorts and a thin, white tank top. Joel turned the other way, telling her she didn’t have to pay. It was nothing.

“Oh come on,” she said, coming closer, robe still open. “You came all this way. At least let me get you a drink.”

“No, that’s alright. I should get going. It’s late.”

“Come on, Joel. I just want to thank you. Can I at least buy you dinner?”

“No, really, it’s okay,” he insisted, starting to close the door. She stopped it, “Well, you have my number now. Call me if you change your mind, okay?”

He nodded, leaving immediately. But he couldn’t bring himself to drive home immediately, his heart still heavy at the prospect of you and Eric going out on a date. He was worried that he might show his true feelings to you, blurt something out and lose you as a friend. So he drove to the spot he used to hang out at with Eddie and laid in the bed of his truck until he knew for sure you would be asleep.

Joel was quiet the next day. He asked if you were in fact going out with Eric that day, and once you confirmed it, didn’t say much during breakfast or the drive over to the office. He told you he couldn’t come over for lunch that day, busy day at work, he might not have the time. You nodded, smiling before you exited his truck, waving as he reversed and left. A huge part of you wondered if something happened with Jen the night before. He came home late and only answered in short replies when you asked about the emergency. And if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t really want to know the answer. The drive home was also quiet, and not the comfortable silence you were used to - more an awkwardly charged one. It was as if neither of you dared say a word, lest you spontaneously combust.

Joel kept to his bedroom from the moment you two got back, unwilling to see you go out on a date with the perfect man, one who was definitely not him, one who was way more superior than he would ever be. He fell asleep for a few minutes, absent mindedly going out to get a glass of water when he woke up, forgetting about your date. He opened his bedroom door to Eric, dressed smartly in a suit, handing over a huge bouquet of daisies to you.

Breathtakingly beautiful, dressed up you, looking like a fairytale in your beautiful dress.

Joel had to compose himself.

“Wow Daze,” he said, swallowing his emotions. “You look gorgeous.”

You smiled shyly, realizing you had never dressed like this in his company. It was the only fancy dress you owned, Eddie had gifted it to you for an award ceremony at college. You had won an award, and was planning not to go to the ceremony since you didn’t really have anything suitable to wear. He wouldn’t hear it, buying the dress for you when he visited for your birthday. You didn’t even end up going to the ceremony. You went to his funeral instead.

“Ready to go?” Eric asked, looking so handsome in his suit.

You looked at Joel, “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Have fun!” he cheered, going to the door with you, his lips locked in a smile which immediately morphed into a trembling effort not to cry as soon as Eric pulled out of his driveway in his newer, shiny, much better truck that made his truck look like a dumpster fire.

Be happy for her, Joel, he told himself. She deserves this.

He went into the kitchen, opening his freezer, contemplating whether to have frozen pizza or burgers for dinner, his heart heavy at the thought of eating alone after a week of having you as dinner company.

His phone rang.

“Joel? It’s Jen. I was wondering if you had thought of my offer to buy you dinner some more? I really must insist Joel. I feel bad for taking your time last night.”

Joel opened his mouth to say no. But the idea of eating microwaveable food at home alone while you were out on a fancy date with Eric was too much to bear. He couldn’t stay at home and wallow in his sorrows like this. His eyes landed on the bottle of whiskey on his shelf. What if he lost it and ended up in a drunken, self-pitying stupor? Only God knows what he could accidentally say to you if you came home to a drunken him, and that was not something he would ever want you to see.

“Okay.”

“Yeah? Oh, thank you! Pizza okay?”

“Sure. Pick you up in 30 minutes.”

Part 4

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 3 months ago

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When did people learn that Emilie was sick?

Since season one, we've known that Gabriel's motivation was his wife Emilie. As the show goes on, we learn that Emilie was sick because she used the peacock miraculous, not knowing that it would give her a terminal illness. This raises some pretty obvious questions:

When did Emilie realize that she was sick?

When did Gabriel figure out that she was sick?

How did they figure out that the peacock did it?

When did they realized that the illness was terminal?

I doubt we'll ever get answers to those last two questions, but I thought we knew a rough answer to the first two. Then Werepapas aired and retconed the established timeline, making the progression of Emilie's illness impossible to follow.

Allow me to explain!

Pre Season Six Timeline

Prior to Werepapas, my impression was always that Gabriel, Adrien, and Emilie had a happy life when Adrien was young. Then, at some point, Emilie started showing symptoms of a mysterious illness and everything went south. This impression came from lines like this one in the season three episode Feast:

Adrien: My mom used to have dizzy spells, just like Nathalie. My father said those weren't serious either.

Adrien says this after Nathalie has a dizzy spell around him and it implies that there was a time when Adrien didn't know that his mother was seriously ill. It also implies that he remembers her starting to show symptoms of her illness. After all, dizzy spells are the first sign of the illness. If Emilie had dizzy spells from the time Adrien was born, then he probably wouldn't remember asking if the dizzy spells were a problem. He may not even associate them with his mother's illness. And if he already knew his mom was seriously ill, then there would be no point in lying to him about the dizzy spells.

The season five final actually straight up confirmed this timeline by having Gabriel say that's what happened:

Gabriel: I still remember her smile the day Adrien was born. When I placed him in her arms, for so long, we've been thinking that we would never be able to have a child. Adrien was our little miracle. (voice breaks) Everything was so... perfect, until Emilie became ill.

As he's saying this, memories of those good times flash by. One of those memories sees a young Adrien blowing out five candles on a birthday cake (see below image) pretty clearly establishing Adrien's age unless France doesn't do candles based on age. I tried to find an answer to that, but came up empty.

Assuming candles do in fact equal age, then we're explicitly told that Adrien was at least five before Gabriel knew that Emilie was sick because these are memories of the perfect times that ended when they realized that Emilie was sick. Even if we ignore the number of candles, Adrien is clearly old enough to blow out said candles on his own without needing multiple breaths which I can tell you from experiences doesn't happen until a kid is at least four.

Now let's get into how Werepapas retcons all of that.

Werepapas Flashback One Problems

The first Werepapas flashback shows a young Adrien asking if his father loves him because Gabriel is never around. Emilie reassures Adrien that Gabriel's absence isn't due to a lack of love. Gabriel and Nathalie are only gone because they're looking for a cure to her illness, promising, "One day he'll find [the cure] and I'll get better. Then we'll all stay home together."

As you can see in the following clip, this conversation happened when Adrien was pretty young. He can't be much older than five here:

So, based on this flashback, Adrien basically always knew that his mother was sick and Gabriel was off looking for cures long before Adrien was whatever age he was here. This contradicts the things that were implied in earlier seasons and everything we were straight up told in the season five final.

The only way to make the season five final and Werepapas vaguely fit together is if Emilie rapidly deteriorated out of nowhere shortly after Adrien's fifth birthday but that doesn't match the way Nathalie's condition progressed when she got sick. It was very clearly a steady decline and Nathalie used the peacock multiple times! Emilie's decline should have been just as steady and probably much slower. Gabriel would obviously have been worried during those early stages, but he wouldn't have known that the illness was terminal. Emilie was the first one to catch it and the first to die!

If he did know it was terminal, then how? And if he didn't know that it was terminal, then why did he immediately jump to never being home? That seems like a massive observation. He shouldn't be that desperate untill death is on the line.

There's also the fact that Gabriel wouldn't have started looking for a magical cure until they knew that Emilie had a magical illness and I'm still totally lost on how the hell they figured that out if there were years between her peacock use and her getting sick. They clearly didn't know that the peacock was deadly when she used it and it's pretty insane to go straight from happy family to playing Indian Jones. Shouldn't there be a medical step in the middle that would probably take a year or two? Did Colt contact them and tell them he was sick, letting them realize the source of the problem? And why wasn't Colt involved in finding the cure? He was supposedly a wealthy warmonger with an army of fighters! He'd have resources a fashion mogul wouldn't! Same goes for Kagami's family as I'm assuming someone died to make Kagami, too. Nothing about this backstory/timeline adds up to me.

And if Emilie was ill enough that Gabriel was always off looking for a cure by the time Adrien was around five, then how did she survive for so long after that? And why does Adrien remember her having dizzy spells as her only symptom? CPTSD leading him to form memories at an unusually early age?

This "fix" of Emilie rapidly deteriorating also doesn't fit young Adrien's claim that his father was never around because, if the season five final was accurate, then Gabriel being gone would be new behavior for young Adrien. After all, Gabriel could only start looking for the cure once he knew one was needed which would come after the good times ended and we are explicitly told that the good times lasted for several years.

Flashback Two: Even More Nonsense

The second Werepapas flashback shows a significantly older Adrien greeting Nathalie and Gabriel as they return from yet another mission, letting us know that Gabriel continued to be an absent parent for all of Adrien's childhood. This also makes no sense!

I've often assumed that Gabriel looked for a cure, so I'm not saying that's a bad addition. It fits his character. The problem is the implication that he was always off physically looking for a cure.

Why is that a problem?

Because Gabriel was an incredibly successful, self-made fashion designer who founded his own company after meeting Emilie. How the hell did Gabriel pull off that career path if he was off playing Indiana Jones for all of Adrien's childhood? Fashion houses don't becomes successful overnight! Gabriel the brand would have still been quite young when Adrien was born and fashion designers are incredibly busy people, especially when they're establishing their brand! There's no way the company would have survived if Gabriel and Nathalie weren't around to run the damn thing!

And remember that the search for Emilie's cure came after the search for the peacock to make Adrien meaning that this isn't Gabriel's first time spending years playing Indiana Jones. I assumed the fashion house came after that. Now I just don't believe that the fashion house even exists. When was he supposed to establish it? These things take time!

The only way this would have worked is if Gabriel was the source of the funds, but he made someone else head designer and also handed off CEO responsibilities to a third party. That's clearly not the backstory canon is going with so this just reads as total BS. I can buy Gabriel slacking off for a year or two after the company was well established, but 10+ years while the company was still young? Not happening.

That's not even getting into the issue of what the hell Nathalie and Gabriel were even looking for. Archaeologists don't just run off into the wild hoping they'll find something! They do a ton of research to know where to look and then go looking.

One of the big reasons why I was fine with the idea of Gabriel looking for a cure is that looking for a cure doesn't mean never being home. It means dedicating all your free time to research and occasionally going off to track down a promising lead. You don't actually spend all your time in the field!

Some Final Thoughts

The writers really need to make up their minds on this shit. This is not how you write good characters or lore and I didn't even touch on the whole disappearance vs death BS. The early seasons explicitly said that Emilie disappeared:

Nadja: This was Gabriel Agreste's first public appearance since his wife disappeared. This fashion week is full of surprises and shockers.

And gave an incredibly strong impression that no one had a clue what happened to her which is yet another reason I wasn't sure if Adrien ever knew that his mom was sick! Seeing her in a wheelchair in that flashback was jarring! You're telling me her illness progressed to it's final stages? Really? Really? Look at Emilie in her coffin and Nathalie in the season five final and tell me they have the same illness in the same stage. Just look at these transformations:

[Image description: Nathalie in Origins vs Nathalie in the season five final. Her hair has gone white, her lips have lost color, and her eyes have dark circles.]

[Image description: Amelie who never used the peacock vs Emilie in her coffin. The two women are identical. Same hair color, same lips, no signs of illness.]

Fun fact, I read this post to my partner after I was done writing it and when I got to the line about the wheelchair he had the same "wait what?" reaction I did so I can confirm that even a casual fan was under the impression that Emilie's illness was some subtle thing that no one knew about. I once again have no idea how a little kid is supposed to make sense of this crap. I pity those who have to deal with kids who are obsessed with the show, but also want to understand what's happening because I have no idea how I'd explain this shit outside of baby's first lesson on the existence of bad writing. Not an easy lesson for most five-year-olds to wrap their heads around.

#ml writing critical #ml writing salt #Werepapas salt #lore discussion

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wonderland2805 · 1 month ago

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I know we've read a lot of comments from Neil and Jean's pov about how Kevin is a coward, how Kevin "saw nothing but the court" and so many other things like that, and I know it's easy just go with it and assume he is nothing but an insensitive asshole and that's it, but can we plaese stop for a moment and talk about how Kevin's obsession about exy is the only thing that keeps him "sane"?

Kevin lost his mother when he was really young, he was raised at the Nest, and he had no choice, nowhere else to go, and nothing to hold on but this sport his mother created. He was left with a violent man and a new "brother" that was nothing but a sadist brat, one that he wasn't even allowed to avoid or stop. Kevin was a pet, a new toy for Riko to break, but yet an investment. Riko couldn't just break him entirely, no. He had only one thing he could do, and that was playing exy, because no matter how much Riko could hurt him, they were destined to be the best at Court, that was the only thing he could have that was safe to hold on besides his mother's memories and now a number 2 in his face that was a promise. That's all he ever allows himself to believe in.

Then Jean arrives. Kevin has been at the Nest for years and is used to Riko's violence, he knows how this work, he has exy and now he has a partner in his misery. He can't do anything to stop Riko, but he is there for Jean in the only way he can. But then, here we have a breaking point, Jean and Kevin's relationship...

I believe that Kevin knew about Jean's feelings, and he used them to make Jean promise not to try kill himself again and then again to make Jean distract Riko when he broke Kevin's hand and Kevin left Evermore. Still I don't believe he did it because he doesn't care about Jean but out of pure despair. In the first case, because after years of having nothing but Riko's twisted company he has someone, a friend even if it would never be anything else, because let's be for real, what he did to Jean for being in love with Kevin when he found out would be nothing compared to what he would've done if he would've think that not one but two of his properties had turned against him, it would be unforgivable that Jean could ever claim one of HIS things, and he couldn't hurt Kevin that bad since he was in the public eye, but he can hurt Jean all he want, he can even kill him, and even when it was selfish of Kevin making him stay, he couldn't lose Jean (we can see this kind of feelings in Jean too when Neil spent Christmas break at evermore, but that's another conversation) so they stick together but Kevin let himself get lost at Court again because this is the only thing he can control, he can't protect Jean, he can't do anything but play.

Then starts the real down fall, because Kevin maybe already knew he was better than Riko, maybe at some point he realized, knew it was dangerous and started to hold himself back at Court, after all, as long as Riko never notices something, there was no real danger, and he would has exy even if he was the second best. But then people started to talk, and he meet Andrew, who wasn't interested in some pathetic asshole who was preparing himself to be the second best. I bet he never explained to Riko what made him change his mind about Andrew, but since this point all just get worse, because then we have the ERC meeting, and all finally goes to hell. Riko breaks Kevin's hand and he has suddenly lost everything, he can't play anymore, there is only pain, in his past, in his present and in his future so he take the only way out he has: Wymack.

We all know that Kevin decided to stay even when he found out about Wymack being his dad when he was in high-school, and we can all agree that it was in part because Wymack was the Foxes coach, and they were kind of a mess and Kevin is very aware of his talent and is kinda bitchy, but I believe it was also because maybe he didn't want to leave Jean alone, he can leave, sure, but what about Jean?

His broken hand was the only thing that could ever make him leave, because being able to play exy was the only thing that connects him with his mother, it was also the only thing he has and can control. He can't save Jean, he can't play anymore, so he leaves. It was awful, it was painful, it would always hunts him, but it was the only thing he could do.

He leaves, but he never find peace. We see him sticking to Andrew because he doesn't know how to be alone, he is too scared to be alone. We see him fighting the Foxes about being bad at court, being rude to them and being an obsessive ass when he is assisting Wymack as a coach, but also how he told them the truth because they deserved to know what they were getting into when they accepted him. We see him learning to play all over again with his less dominant hand, we see him trying harder than anyone. We see him offering Andrew a reason to live when he get out of his medication because he believes in Andrew's potential. We see Kevin looking out for Neil because he believes in him and his potential, and even when he find out the truth about Neil, he keeps teaching him, he doesn't abandon him. We see him sending Jean to the Trojans because they are kind, and he knows that if someone deserves kindness, that one is Jean, he wants peace for him, he also wants him to be in a great team, because Jean is ridiculously good.

Kevin Day knows what it is having nothing and no one, what it is to be incapable of protecting yourself or the ones you love, he knows what it is to be ashamed of the things you did, he knows what it is not being capable of forget, he knows what it is wanting to drown all your thoughts, he knows what it is trying to be brave and fail, he knows what it is keep trying

He is not okay, he is an obsessive asshole, he thinks he can't get better, he is not an easy person, he doesn't even thinks he deserves get better, he is trying to help others as he can, he is drowning his problems in vodka, he still hears Riko's voice...

I hope one day he will be okay

#aftg #all for the game #kevin day #jean moreau #andrew minyard #neil josten #riko moriyama

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vroomvroomwee · 29 days ago

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You know that controversial Hellaverse opinions post you made? I want to add something (that might be too woke):

I've disliked radioapple since the moment s1 e5 came out but I could never fully explain why it was the only Alastor ship that genuinely disgusted me UNTIL I saw this tweet yesterday. The tweet only addresses a certain radioapple week not the ship itself but it sums up why the dynamic between fanon Lucifer and Alastor always gave me the ick. Most of the time Alastor is depicted as this feral, animalistic creature who FINALLY learns what love is by UWU sweet angel Lucifer

Anyways, here's the tweet I saw, I'd love to hear your thoughts on it: https://x.com/wispiicoatl/status/1929576173756928212?t=TJgB9jll-ZdbjOOLRgY1Uw&s=19

Oh my fucking god! The way I've been hating on radioapple for so long and I didn't even think of this! The ship keeps getting more problematic the more time passes.

Absolutely no hate to radioapple artists and I don't condone harassment in the slightest! Everyone is allowed to ship what they want. But, the fact of the matter is radioapple has some really really toxic fans. I've talked about how Lucifer keeps getting infantlised, despite being the most powerful being in hell. I've talked about Alastor's aceness getting erased in this ship more than any other ship with him I've seen. I've talked about the blatant misogyny fans hurl at Lilith. And I've talked about how so so so so so many people ship radioapple just because it's two conventionally attractive men and they don't actually care about chemistry or compatibility. The mlm fetishisation is astounding.

But, I'm honestly ashamed to say this is the first time I'm seeing radioapple from this perspective and it's horrible how true it is. So so so many fics and fanart depict Alastor as this scary huge evil violent monster, while Lucifer is this short, slim gentle angel figure. Especially during doecifer week. Sure, it's interesting, but if we take a more critical look it's... really not okay. Especially since there's such a history of black and poc characters being depicted as brutish and crude and animalistic.

It could be argued that "but Alastor IS animal based, he's a deer!" Yeah, a male deer. Lucifer is also male. He is also strong. He is violent and not the defenseless "doe" people keep depicting him as. Why not make Lucifer a stag too? Why not draw both Alastor and Lucifer as does? Why not draw Alastor as a parrot or goat which Lucifer takes after? And honestly, Alastor isn't even that violent compared to most of the other characters in hazbin. The only times we've seen him lash out is when others prompt him (the scene with husk is still abuse I'm not disputing that). But, he still acts like a gentleman, poised and collected. And let's not forget the fact that he's ace, and the entire "consumed with lust to a feral degree" wouldn't really work for him. And honestly even if he wasn't ace, regular heat/rut doesn't excuse the fact that people always use that trope for Alastor and never for Lucifer. As though Alastor is a rabid, wild beast that Lucifer somehow tames or is able to "endure". So, taking all these into account we have: aphobia/ace erasure, mlm fetishisation, heteronormativity, misogyny and racism all put into a nice package that we really really need to adress.

Thank you so much for this ask! This needs to be talked about more because it isn't really a "small number of people problem", but more of a collective mindset the fandom has practically ingrained at this point

#anti radioapple #hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #asks

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flutterbyoz · 6 months ago

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Almost a week after releasing on Netflix and The Ones Who Live is still in the top 5! It's incredible and it's even more proof that this show is really something special.

I love seeing all the comments and positive reviews from everyone but it hits a little differently when that praise and positive reviews are coming from new viewers who have never even seen TWD before. Their first introduction to this franchise is with this incredible love story and seeing even more people fall in love with Richonne and praise Andy, Danai and Scott is simply awesome!

I do find it a little funny however that some parts of this fandom are still trying to belittle and take away from the enormous success TOWL continues to have. They'll use every excuse under the sun to explain why it's done so well instead of just accepting the fact that the simple reason is, it's a brilliant show. It's well written, well developed, the characters and their relationship is at the forefront and it's created by the three people who know them the best. What the fans want and hope to see is also what Andy, Danai and Scott want too.

No matter how much some will try their hardest to reject it, the fact is, Rick and Michonne are the heart and soul of this franchise and that's been proved by how this critically acclaimed show has broken records left, and centre and is still continuing to be the most successful spin off.

The numbers and the facts simply don't lie.

This franchise needs Rick and Michonne but Andy and Danai don't need this franchise. I hope we'll see them again, they are the only reason why I'd keep watching , but whether we do or not, we've been given everything and The Ones Who Live and Richonne will always be famous and precious to so many ❤️

#the walking dead #richonne #michonne grimes #rick grimes #rick x michonne grimes #rick x michonne #the ones who live #twd towl #towl #I've never won so hard with a ship or show before

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joeys-babe · 2 years ago

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Joey B Imagines: Birthday Boy

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Summary: December 10th, Joe’s 27th birthday spent with you and your twin boys.

Warnings: Fluff, *he's not injured!!*

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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December 10th, 2023

Joe had awoken in bed by himself this morning to his surprise. He had expected you, his wife, to be waking him with smooches all over his face but your side of the bed was empty.

He rolled over to grab his phone off his nightstand when the setup sitting on it made him smile. Every year since you and Joe got together in high school when you guys were 16 and 17, on Joe’s birthday you'd get him white roses. The number of them would be the age he was turning that day. There they were, 27 white roses in a vase.

Realizing there was a card and a gift bag propped up next to it, Joe leaned up in bed and picked up the card first.

Happy Birthday, Joey!

Gosh, how are you 27?! You're getting old babe. JKJK. I just wanted to tell you that I’m so happy to share another birthday with you, this is the 11th one that we've celebrated together and I hope I've made every year better than the last. 26 was such a year for you, and I'm proud to say I was by your side for all of it. Cheers to another year of getting to show you how much I love you. You're my husband, my rock, my happiness, my high school sweetheart, and most importantly my best friend. I love you more than words can explain, Joey Shiesty.

To my nerdy, quirky, antisocial, video game, Kid Cudi-obsessed boy, Happy 27th birthday.

Love, your y/n.

Joe didn't realize tears were streaming down his cheeks till he put the card down and saw a wet spot on the blanket on his lap. He quickly composed himself and grabbed the gift bag.

Pulling the contents out of the bag, he felt his eyes well up again when he realized it was a photo album.

It was white leather and on the front in gold font, it simply read “Us.”

Joe flipped to the first page and it had a song lyric quoted.

“When they wanna see how true love should be, they'll just look at us.”

Flipping the page again, it was a collage of pictures of you and him as high school lovebirds. A picture of him picking you up after a win while you were in your cheer uniform, one of you two sitting next to each other at lunch just smiling from ear to ear, you and him sitting in the back of one of his friend's truck while at a drive-in movie, a pic of you two at senior prom, and finally one of you guys graduating.

Joe flipped the page and wasn't at all surprised to see it was the Ohio State era of his life. Since Joe was a year older than you, you were stuck in Athens still when Joe was a freshman at OSU. Long distance sucked, but you guys made it work, and multiple pictures were showcasing that. You took screenshots of you and Joe's face timing that he had never seen before. There was a lovesick look in his eye that made Joe giggle knowing he's still just as infatuated with you. His favorite picture was the one of him lying on top of you in his dorm bed, you were running your fingers through his mullet as you cuddled him.

The LSU page made Joe’s heart warm, so many pictures of you standing to the side and smiling at him just so proud of everything he had accomplished during his time there. There was one slightly spicy photo that made Joe do a double take. That was the first photo you had ever sent him with the intention of turning him on. While Joe was out doing something with the team after winning the national championship you put nothing on but his letterman jacket and the “Big Dick Joe” that he had.

The next few pages only made Joe smile get bigger.

In order it was him getting drafted, the 2022 AFC Championship win + engagement, the wedding, finding out I was pregnant, the gender reveal, the boy's arrival, and everything in between.

When the last few pages were empty for more memories Joe shut the book and put it off to the side. He again had to compose himself and wipe his eyes after the emotional walk through memory lane, you guys had been through so much together and Joe couldn't a picture his life without you.

Joe was about to text you but as soon as he went to grab his phone you were walking into the bedroom. Truthfully you had been downstairs listening to him secretly through the baby monitor you had put up in the bedroom. You had heard him wrestle around in the sheets before sniffles were heard. After it went quiet for a bit you went upstairs and watched him through the cracked bedroom door as he wiped his eyes.

You walked towards the bed with a stack of pumpkin-flavored pancakes topped with candles singing Happy Birthday as Joe wore a huge grin.

After you were finished singing, Joe blew out the candles and you placed the plate on his lap.

“G’morning, Joey. Happy Birthday, my love. - you

He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you so tight.

“I love you so much, y/n.” - Joe

You rubbed his back and kissed him after you pulled away, his arms still around your waist.

“What did you wish for when you blew out your candles?” - you

“Can't tell you, you know it wouldn't come true if I did.” - Joe

“You're no fun.” - you

“I'm just kidding, baby. I actually didn't make a wish.” - joe

“What why? Did I not give you enough time to? I'm sor-” - you

“No. You gave me plenty of time. I just don't have anything to wish for. I have everything I could ever want or need so there's no need for me to wish for something. I have a beautiful amazing wife, perfect twin boys, a good career…” - Joe

You stared at him dumbfounded, wondering how you were ever able to bag this sweet man.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” - you sniffled

“C’mere.” - Joe opened his arms to you

Immediately in his embrace, Joe held the back of your head and kissed your temple.

“I've already cried twice.” - Joe giggled

“Awe Joey. Okay enough sappy stuff, you eat your birthday breakfast while I go clean the kitchen up.” - you pulled away from him and headed for the door when he stopped you

“Wait don't go! I'll help you clean later, can you stay with me right now?” - Joe

You smiled sweetly at him before waking back over to the bed and getting under the covers with him.

Joe turned on Spongebob and ate his pancakes, a few minutes in you heard little feet in the hallway before knocks on the door could be heard.

“Mommy? Daddy?” - Tyson

“You can come in, Ty!” - Joe

The twins happily opened the door and toddled over to the bed. You lifted them onto the bed and they sat with their backs against the footboard.

Tyson giggled as he jokingly got his hand under the covers and tickled Joe’s foot. Joe played along with it for a little bit, loving the sound of his son’s laugh before he started fighting back.

“Do you boys remember what today is?” - you

“Uhm… no momma.” - Miles

“It's someone's birthday!” - you

Tyson and Miles looked at each other for a second before they gasped at the same time and yelled out the answer in unison.

“Daddy’s!” - The twins yelled

“Mhm! Remember what you guys made yesterday?” - you

The boys nodded and you instructed them to go retrieve what they made from their room.

Joe gave you a skeptical raised eyebrow look, but you just leaned in and kissed him while you still had the chance.

It wasn't long till you could hear those little feet again and Tyson and Miles were running back into the bedroom. They handed Joe a few pieces of paper after he put his empty plate on his nightstand.

Tyson drew a picture of him, his daddy, and his uncles passing football at the practice fields.

Miles drew a picture of him and Joe playing with Hot Wheels tracks.

The drawings had Joe feeling a different form of bliss, his heart warmed to an insane level as he looked at the little details in his boys’ drawings.

“I love them, boys. Thank you.” - Joe croaked

“You welcome!” - Tyson beamed

“Dada? You sad?” - Miles

“No, Daddy’s really happy.” - Joe

“But you cryin'…” - Miles

“He’s crying happy tears buddy, really happy tears.” - Joe

“Oh… okay!” - Miles

“You guys should go play. Mommy and Daddy are gonna clean up before Gramps and Grammy come.” - you

When the boys left the room you turned to Joe who was still crying. You softly kissed his cheek and wiped his tears off of his cheeks.

“You okay, baby?” - you

“Never been better. This is the best feeling.” - Joe

“Good. They worked hard on those. Come follow me downstairs. I have something cool to show you.” - you

“You gonna give me my 27 birthday spankings? Or is that later?” - joe

You laughed as you pulled him out of bed and shoved him into the closet, asking without words for him to put clothes on since he was only in boxers.

He returned in sweatpants and a T-shirt and followed you downstairs.

“Is the cool thing you have to show me a sink full of dishes? Or do I have to unload the dishwasher?” - Joe

“You’re exempt from those chores today since you are the birthday boy. But no, I’m giving you one of your gifts now.” - you

Joe smiled and I told him to close his eyes as we started walking into the kitchen. He did as you said and you took his hands in yours to guide him to where the setup on the counter was. You smiled at the secret camera you had recording and dropped Joe’s hands.

Telling him to open his eyes, Joe looked around rather confused but when he looked down at the counter his eyes went as wide as saucers.

There was a positive Clearblue test next to the same onesie you showed Joe when you found out you were pregnant with the twins.

You watched Joe’s eyes start to water as his chin started quivering, causing your own eyes to get misty as you smiled at him.

“You’re pregnant?” - Joe grinned

“Mhm.” - you smiled as tears dripped down your face

Immediately his arms were around you, lifting you and spinning you around as he cried into your neck.

“We’re having another baby!” - Joe cried

When he put you down, Joe picked up the pregnancy test with shaky hands and fell against the counter with his head buried in his arms. He was so overcome with emotion.

“Are you happy?” - you rubbed his back

Joe stood up abruptly and nodded vigorously.

“I've never been so happy. What if we have a girl, y/n? I could be a girl dad.” - Joe cried again

“Oh baby.” - you pulled him into your arms

Joe hugged you so tight but was now trying not to put pressure on your stomach now that he was aware his baby was in there.

“I love you so much, y/n. You and our family are the best things to have ever happened to me. I can't believe we're having another baby.” - Joe

“I love you and our babies so much. I can't believe it either, I'm so excited.” - you

“How long have you known? Well about the baby?” - Joe

“Not too long, found out a couple of days ago and thought I'd wait till today.” - you

Joe nodded and leaned down to be level with your stomach. It hasn't gotten bigger yet but Joe didn't care, his baby was still in there.

“Hey, baby. It's your daddy. Me and your momma already love you so much. We can't wait to meet you.” - Joe

“I have an ultrasound next week. Think you can go?” - you

“For sure. I'll make it happen.” - Joe

The rest of the day Joe couldn't keep his hands off of you, always making sure you weren't farther than arm's length away from him.

Robin asked what was up later at dinner when you rejected your usual favorite wine that she and Jimmy had brought.

You and Joe were ecstatic to tell his parents about Baby Burrow #3 coming next fall and they were just as happy finding out about their next grandkid.

That night after dinner, dessert (pumpkin pie of course), and putting the boys to sleep, Joe and I were lying in bed talking about everything baby.

“y/n, you know, I've only been 27 for a day but I feel like it's going to be the best year yet.” - Joe

“You think so?” - you

“I know so because I’m gonna spend it with you, our boys, and baby Burrow.” - Joe

You had a strange feeling that Joe was right, but also an overwhelming feeling of love washed over you. How'd you get so lucky with Joe?

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Authors note: happy bday Joey B!

there was a birthday imagine request in my messages so here you go!

hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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housemdork · 7 days ago

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house md rewatch: 2x11, "need to know"

#hacy conclusion plus a gag-off at the end.

this one is of biblical proportions.

big moment for one of wilson's strongest, destructive traits - never letting something lie. but more on that later. while i really enjoy this one (are we tired of hearing that yet?), i found that there is a lot of collateral damage as a result of house and stacy departing that's never really explained. like mark supposedly setting his rehab "back three months"? that's like...a big deal!

i'd name the dominant theme of 2x11 avoidance, but it doesn't come from who we'd expect to avoid everything emotional at all costs. house is desperate for 1) stacy to make a choice between him and mark; and 2) to tell mark what they did. house values truth, of course, but he ordinarily avoids any territory that involves emotional truth. it's safe to say then that he's eager to pounce on this emotional truth because, to him, it's entirely stacy's responsibility to handle the situation.

but, again, house's desperation for mark to know about their now full-blown affair really captured me. this is the first time we've seen him being outwardly emotionally needy in real time (and in his own special way). house wants the major emotional commitment of exposing him and stacy's shared transgression. i even wonder if house wants stacy to go through a little bit of emotional pain, re: what he said to wilson in 1x22. through all of this, he wants to be someone else's number 1. if stacy can come back to him, after all they endured in their old relationship, then he can't be all that bad, right? he doesn't have to change, right? (wrong!)

house frames the choice to stacy in clear, powerful terms: "it's not easy, but it is simple." that really stuck with me.

obviously, things aren't that cut and dry, especially not where stacy is concerned, a character who's so concerned and adept with grey areas. 2x11's patient, margo dalton, has a dilemma that mirrors stacy's, albeit with life-threatening consequences (typical house md equivalency). the heart of margo's medical emergency comes from the intersection of her fertility treatments and her paradoxical birth control use. rather than confess to her husband ted that she doesn't want to have children, she's majorly harming herself yet still begs house and co. to keep this from her husband. she chooses, against house's advice and demands, to undergo needless surgery to remove the benign tumor in her liver to keep up the lie.

this dilemma coincides almost exactly with stacy's, as does house's opinion about it. stacy's safe option amidst her relationship lies is to maintain the go-between, to try to have her cake and eat it, too. she still plans, until the very end of the episode, to move away, back with mark, with this burning secret between her and house.

the irony is that, when she finally does choose to leave mark for house, he undoes the decision, implying that margo's husband may have very well left her if he found out about the birth control secret. i love when house md isn't afraid to show people being ugly.

sela ward is just incredible in this scene, btw.

only the audience knows exactly what's motivated house to undo what he's longed for this entire season - his encounter with mark (which is why i have beef with wilson in this episode). mark confronts house, at first seeking advice about how to preserve his relationship with stacy, as it grows increasingly strained from what MARK assumes is his disability. but house knows the truth, that stacy is shutting him out in favor of house.

visually, this scene is brilliant, not just because mark tries to pulling himself up the stairs and falls into house's arms, but because of the power politics at play.

mark, physically weaker right now, has the emotional hold on this conversation, whether he knows it or not. he's postured below house, but he's stronger. it looks like he's Kneeling At The Altar Of House (a frequent occurrence), seeking help and/or absolution, but house experiences this, instead. he realizes the error of his ways.

what's more, though, is the introspection this spurs in house. he literally and metaphorically stands in between stacy and mark. he's the major hitch in their relationship; he is the in-between in terms of their mobility. as mark pulls himself upright, house realizes that mark refuses to be stagnant, physically or emotionally. he is doing the rehab that house refused to; he is putting in the work that house didn't/couldn't post-infarction.

all that is to say that i think 2x11 is especially tragic in how it portrays house's perception of himself and his disability. he tells stacy that things would never work out between them because he can't change, ignoring the fact that the very nature of his decision to let her go signals change! house sees himself exclusively in terms of pre and post-infarction. in his view, he's just Stuck Like This now, and that's heartbreaking.*

the patient story also wraps up some of the disparate moments of 2x11 via paralysis. in order to perform an MRI at the top of the episode, foreman and cameron inject margo with a paralytic so her muscle spasms won't mess up the results. foreman described the treatment to ted: "essentially cuts off the brain from the muscles." i relate this to, first, stacy's head/heart divide (acting on emotionally impulses vs. being rational about mark), and, second, decision paralysis.

stacy can't make a choice between mark or house until pushed up against the wall, yet, meanwhile, cameron's indecision over reading her HIV results sets up an excellent background thematic development. in the end, her fear wins out, and she avoids the result completely, only for house to sneak the big reveal. much like how he pushes stacy, he pushes cameron, going beyond what's even remotely appropriate and violating her privacy, mind you.

i'm disappointed in 2x11 for reducing this scene to such a quick interaction. it's very important, and characterizes house's capacity to care for his fellows/friends in a negative, painful way, probably the same way that was so grating to stacy back in the day and would continue, should they stay together now.

OKAY FINALLY: wilson spent all of 2x11 All Up In Everyone's Business And Being A Hypocrite. why does he care so much about all of this?

i think there's 3 layers of an answer to that question, and they appear in the following order: selfishness, deflection, and, despite everything, care for house.

wilson tells stacy (in a very iconic scene imo) that, last time she left, "i was the one stuck picking up the pieces." while this does relate to a post i literally made last night about how wilson's work in his friendship with house goes unheard and underappreciated, by 2x11, we don't have a basis for that yet. here, he sounds mostly upset that his friend is careening for another exhausting breakup that wilson will have to suffer through, by extension. persona layer number one - check!

but we're not stupid. we've seen the way house md is ramping up wilson's cheating. we know the other shoe is due to drop soon. he's so appalled by stacy's behavior (which! uh! it takes 2 to cheat! james!) because he sees himself in her. his retort that she can't do this because "you're married" is laughably stupid, and stacy ate with "not to you!" wilson is much more interested in stuffing his nose in other people's affairs than investigating his own (maybe because this one is especially egregious lol) and wishes he could exhibit the morality he pushes upon stacy. persona layer number 2 - check!

this makes the switch-up with house all the more insane. wilson goes from flaming stacy for being irresponsible and toying with house (girl. introspection) to gossiping about how house could potentially win her back in the same day. and then he says something so batshit crazy and SOOO wilson that i was gagged even before their scuffle at the end of 2x11:

house: "she's not gonna leave mark in the middle of his rehab. too much guilt."

wilson: "she left you."

oh he hates her. misogyny abound, wilson's earlier complaint that he would be the one who will take care of house post-breakup rings very hollow when wilson implies 2 scenes later that he would do it again. that he was upset about house's pain. that he blames stacy. never once does wilson point the finger at house for damaging things with stacy in the past.

this post is already so fucking long but i have to talk about the elephant in wilson's adjoined office: him rolling (a horrible) joint. why did they do this? is it for grace? is it to show that he's not Mister Nice Guy Oncologist? because i got that much. i won't make a phallic joke. i swear i won't. but just know that one is on my mind.

ok now for the gag-off, the scene that echoes 1x18 and sets the stage for their future toxic shouting matches.

at first, i completely disagree with wilson's diagnosis. he claims that house "has no idea" why he let stacy go, and he sent her away "because you've got to be miserable." EH. WRONG. we saw in house's encounter with mark that something real shifted within him that motivated his decision, at least in part, which is why house retorts with something brilliant:

"that kind of psycho-crap help get your patients through the long nights? or is it just for you? tough love make you feel good? helping people feel their pain?"

translation: you're just assuaging your own guilt here. don't put it on me. you don't know what led me to this choice.

but because wilson can see to the heart of house, i think it's this fraction of vulnerability that puts him onto the real problem, which i agree with, painful as it is: "you don't like yourself. but you do admire yourself. it's all you've got, so you cling to it. you're so afraid if you change, you'll lose what makes you special. being miserable doesn't make you better than anyone else, house. it just makes you miserable."

he's the clear victor. house is reliant on his status quo, the one made up of his own misery, and actively fears anything that will threaten it. two things can exist at once: he made the choice to leave stacy because it was the right thing to do, but, to wilson's point, i think this was secondary to the real fear he had of reopening all those old wounds because he cannot envision himself changing for stacy. this is reinforced by this shot, that emphasizes house popping some vicodin in silence:

in his classic way, wilson berates house here, banking on the tough love house mentioned. but deep in there is some compassion since wilson is the only person who can break through to house. it's compelling that they make this so clear in 2x11, at the tail end of the stacy saga, when house has closed himself off to emotional vulnerability.

and this all makes no mention of how wilson is just very psychosexually obsessed with house lmfao but we don't have time for that rn.

this uh. does not bode well for future wilson-heavy episodes. sorry this was so long, and if you got to the bottom of this post, just now that there is a special place for you in my heart.

#wilson can be so mean that it's hard to watch and obscures the truth of what he's saying #but lowkey house needs to learn to take what he dishes out #and i struggle to feel bad him post-stealing cameron's mail #man was this a busy episode #house md #malpractice md #greg house #james wilson #allison cameron #eric foreman #stacy warner #house md rewatch #rewatch 1 #season 2

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