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reiderwriter · 11 months ago

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🍷 Alcohol Free 🍷

Week 1 of my Playlist series! Inspired by Alcohol Free by TWICE.

Summary: You're the designated driver for half of your friends, and Spencer is the designated driver for the other half, so why do you feel so buzzed when you're around him? OR; taking every opportunity when you finally meet Spencer Reid for the first time ♡

Warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption, but reader and Spencer are both sober. A/N: Welcome to week 1 of the Playlist! I think we started with an absolute banger, and for such a fun, upbeat song with this, I had to make this a fluff (sorry to all my smut and angst enjoyed, please be patient 🫡). I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to send me more song recs, as I'll be writing one follower chosen song fic per month 🥳

Check out my masterlist here~

“How much have you had to drink exactly, Pen?” You laugh as you watch her wobble back and forth, at her table.

“We started with champagne and wine. And then there was the cocktail round, so, a few margaritas here and there. And a mojito. Maybe a mimosa. I think a guy bought me a pint colada at the bar earlier,” her words were so sharp you almost couldn't believe she'd drank anything at all, but the fact that she said all this while swaying gently from side to side had you giggling at her antics.

“Don't forget the tequila!” Penelope's friend Emily groaned from the other side of the table then were gathered at, face already flat on the surface as if her hangover had already hit.

You'd been friends with Penelope for over a year now, so you were acquainted with all of the girls there, and had agreed to come and meet them on one of their girls nights out. You were never a big drinker though, so you offered to be the designated driver for the half of the gang that were committed to Uber-ing home.

They'd been drinking since the mid afternoon, and by the time you'd gotten off work and cleaned up for the bar, it was obvious that they were going to be a handful.

“Y/N, YOU'RE REALLY PRETTY, YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT?” JJ shouted from her seat beside you.

“Thank you, JJ, you already said that three times tonight. Maybe we should get you some water?”

“And so kind too, my princess in shining armour,” Penelope giggled.

For most people, being the only sober person on a night out was hell, but you found yourself enjoying it more and more as the years went by. Drunk women were so much like kindergarteners when they reaches a certain blood alcohol level, and you loved seeing what your usually serious and cool girlfriends would come up with.

You also wanted to make sure they stayed safe, and with the impressive list of multiple alcohols they'd just ingested, you wondered if you should be carting them off to the emergency room then and there.

“I THINK YOU'D LIKE MY FRIEND SPENCER. HE'S NERDY. YOU'D MAKE CUTE BABIES.” JJ was still shouting all of her words, despite the bar being relatively quiet and you almost did a spit take with your water as she kept on.

“Stop trying to marry Spence off, Jennifer.” Penelope giggled, over pronouncing JJ's name as if it were her first time ever using the word.

You'd heard a lot about this Spencer Reid since you'd become close with the girls at the table, and honestly, you were happy that JJ deemed you good enough for their Spencer.

From the sounds of it, all three of them nagged at him like elder sisters who found him endearingly annoying, and were fiercely protective of him. It made you curious.

“Are you seeing anyone, Y/N?” Emily asked, finally lifting her head up slightly, but in a way that made it look like it weighed 500 lbs more than usual.

“I'm not.”

“Why? You're smoking. Half the men in here have been circling your like sharks for the hour you've been here.” You laughed at that and pushed a bottle of water in Emily's direction again, encouraging her to take small sips of water.

“I'm being serious! I may be drunk beyond belief but this is a sober thought.”

“Emily, I love you, but none of these men are interested in me. I'm practically a spinster. I'm 27, I have no money and no prospects, yada yada, already a burden to my parents.”

“That was something nerdy, I know that was something nerdy, my Spencie Senses are tingling,” she quipped.

And as if right on cue, a quiet voice popped up from behind you and all the hairs on your neck stood on edge as it happened.

“It's a quote from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice movie, so it's not really all that nerdy, Emily.” You turned, slightly startled in your seat as you finally met the elusive Doctor Spencer Reid.

“SPENCE!” JJ cheered, and the other girls similarly whooped at his entrance. They were overjoyed, but you were slightly overwhelmed, because not once in their descriptions of Spencer Reid had they ever told you that he was quite possibly one of the hottest men to ever grace this good Earth.

His hair was slightly curly, a mess of waves flopping into his eyes, but shorter on the sides, highlighting his sculpted jaw. He was tall, on the lean side and craning your neck to look up at him was a happy experience to say the least.

He greeted his friends and looked down to you, and you felt all the blood suddenly rush to your brain when your eyes locked. Dear God.

“Spencer, this is Y/N, my wonderful, gorgeous, single and attractive friend. Say hello, Spencer.”

“Hello,” he gladly followed the instructions Penelope gave him, and you practically giggled at the sound of his voice. Giggled.

“Hello. I'm the wonderful, gorgeous, attractive Y/N,” you waved at him slightly, but your brain wouldn't stop thumping around as you enjoyed the sight of the man.

“Penelope actually told me about you before. You're working at the indie bookstore near Café Density, right? Castle Books? I got a first edition of T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats there a few months ago.”

“You!” You gasped the word, as a garage of words fell from your mouth in a stream. “You bastard, I was saving for months to buy that thing, and three days before my paycheck I turn up and it was gone! Oh my god, how does it smell? Are the pages mustard yellow or still A little white? They never let me touch it because I almost burst into tears every time I got close.”

To your astonishment, he didn't recoil from your spitfire speech, but laughed happily.

“It's great, the illustrations are amazing. I didn't know someone else had their eye on it when I went in, I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologise for finding treasure. You'd be a horrible pirate if you did that.” You brain really wasn't connected with your mouth anymore and you resisted the urge to turn and bolt away from the discussion.

“Thank you? I'm not a pirate, but I think that was a compliment.”

“See, nerds made in heaven, JJ was right.” The panic built up again slightly and you were sure your brain was going to explode with all the heat that was flooding to your face.

“What's JJ right about?” Reid inquired, and you almost grasped your chest to stop your heart from beating out of it when he cocked his head to the side.

You hadn't had a lick of alcohol the entire night, and yet you're entire body was reacting like it was drunk on Spencer Reid.

“Oh just that you and Y/N here would make beautiful-”

“BEAUTIFUL CONVERSATIONS HAPPEN.” You quickly cut Penelope off, sending her a warning look that was less subtle than just straight up telling her to shut her mouth.

“Can we go now?” Emily dropped her head to the table again as she threw out the words, looking suddenly three shades greener than she was a moment before. “I think that last shot was the drink that broke the camel's liver, and I'm the camel.”

You passed her the water again and slowly started to help your friends gently gather their things, noticing that Spencer was doing the same.

No wonder these girls were so protective of him if this is how well he treats them. He was their coworker, but he would have absolutely been confused for a filial son for any of the three women as he helped them each.

“Where do you live, Y/N?” He asked casually as you both helped the women out of the bar and into the fresh air. “My car is a bit small, but we can throw these three in the back together and they'll mostly sleep until they get back to their homes.”

“Oh no, you don't have to do that, I can go by myself-”

“I can't let a drunk woman go home by herself, Penelope would give me hell in the morning.” This earned a few giggles from the women beside you. You thought you heard Emily mumbling “some profiler he is,” under her breath as well.

You hesitated. You should've been explaining that you hadn't had anything to drink yet, that you actually drove here yourself and that your car was likely parked right by his. You should've offered to take at least one woman off his hands for the night to share the burden of making sure your friends didn't die.

But it was true that each of the women was likely to completely pass out when they got into the car, like newborns being rocked to sleep by their mothers. And that left Spencer Reid free for conversation.

“Thank you, that would be really nice, actually,” you smiled and followed the man to his car, lugging your wonderfully buzzed friends behind you.

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ladykailitha · 11 months ago

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Staking My Claim Part 3

Hey, guys! We're back!

Part 1 Part 2

We finally get the lowdown on what happened. Otherwise known as don't mess with Jeff.

Robin freaks out.

And Gareth is loaded. Or at least his parents are. ;)

I'm also going to try tagging the untaggables separate and see if you can't get you lovelies tagged.

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He hurried over to the phone and called Family Video.

“Hello, thank you for calling Family Video,” the soft female voice said. “How can I help you?”

“Robin!” he cried again. “I’m so sorry!”

“Steve!” Robin shrieked. “Where have you been? Are you okay? You’re not in the hospital or jail are you? What happened?”

“I’m not in jail or the hospital,” he assured her. Eddie huffed out a laugh. He whirled around to stick his tongue out at him. “I’m okay. I’m still in Indy. I just landed at some friendly metalheads’ apartment.”

“Wait...” Robin said. “Those friendly metalheads wouldn’t happen to include one Eddie Munson, would it?”

Steve looked over at said metalhead and turned away to hide his blush. “Maybe,” he mumbled into the phone.

“Hell yeah!” she crowed. “Now tell me what happened now!”

Steve pressed his lips together. “Um...to be honest...I’m not one hundred percent sure I know what happened last night. Like I remember bits and pieces, but it all kinda blurs together.”

Eddie walked over and pointed to the phone. “May I?”

Steve nodded and hand it to him.

“Robin?” Eddie asked. “This is Eddie Munson.”

“Hello, Eddie,” she said coolly. “Would you like to explain why my best friend isn’t, I don’t know, home?”

“I would love you to tell you that story if it’s okay with Steve finding out by me telling you?” Eddie questioned, looking over at Steve.

He shrugged and waved his hand for him to go ahead.

“He’s says it’s fine,” Eddie said.

“Noted,” Robin said. “Now spill.”

So Eddie did. He told her about the sleazeball at the bar who wouldn’t take no for an answer. About his daring rescue of pretending to be his boyfriend.

Steve blushed when he heard Robin go, “Awww,” at that.

Eddie grinned at him. Then he launched into the actual fucking rescue. It turned out that Mr. Persistent bumped into Steve to lace his drink with a drug to knock him out.

Steve’s eyes went wide. “He did what now?”

Eddie hummed. “Yeah...it was this whole thing. Jeff even got to punch the guy in the nose. I think the bartender has a crush on him now.”

Steve’s eyebrows went up. The bartender was a thirty something Asian dude with tattoos and piercings. But he supposed it made sense, considering the bar’s general attitude toward that specific portion of the population.

“At least he’ll get free drinks for life, right?” Robin said with a chuckle.

“That’s certainly one way to look at it,” Eddie agreed. “So yeah, this dude bumps into Steve and suddenly our friend is getting tipsy, fast. And I’ve been at many a rager to ply my wares, there was no way Keg King Steve was drunk after two beers, a margarita, and a half of a Cosmo.” The half a Cosmo was from sharing with Gareth.

Steve blushed. He wasn’t proud of those wild days in high school, but it probably saved his life in this case.

“Yeah...” Robin agreed. “I’ve seen him drink men under the table who were bigger and had been drinking longer.”

Eddie nodded even though she couldn’t seen him, but Steve could.

“Then the asshole comes over and starts flirting with Steve again, trying to draw him away,” he continued. “That’s when we really got that Steve wasn’t acting normal. So Brian steps in and tells asshole to leave him alone. But this guy has gone past persistent and into full creep territory.”

“Eww...” Robin hissed. “How did Jeff get his punch in?”

Eddie chuckled. “That’s honestly the best part, so Brian and Gareth take Steve out to my van and I go and get the bouncer. We come back and asshole is trying to get past Jeff to make his escape. So he takes a swing at Jeffy.”

“Bad idea, I’m guessing?” she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

Steve tilted his head in interest and Eddie fought down a smile.

“Jeff’s dad is a former boxer who taught him how to fight to make the bullies leave him alone.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and Robin said, “Oooh. Please tell me he laid this asshole out! Please!”

“Dude stiffened like a board and went straight down,” Eddie confirmed. “The only downside is that they couldn’t prove anything, so he just got tossed out, but make no mistake, they’ll make sure spread the word around the other gay bars about this guy.”

“That’s good,” Robin agreed.

Steve wandered back over to his food, safe in the knowledge that he was in safe hands.

Jeff and Brian were at the counter grabbing their breakfast so Steve joined them. Coffee was was doled out by Eddie a few moments later.

Creamer, milk, and sugar were placed next to the coffee pot.

“Robin says not worry about coming into work,” Eddie murmured to Steve. “She said she would tell Keith you have the stomach flu. Which according to her will get you at least three days off.”

“That’s pretty impressive,” Brian said. “I don’t think there is anything I could tell my boss short of being in the hospital that would get me even a couple of hours off.”

Steve laughed. “Keith has a weak stomach. You just mention vomiting and the dude turns green.”

“Handy that,” Eddie said with a smile.

“It’s very handy when you’re out drinking and drink too much,” Steve said with a shrug.

“I’ll say,” Jeff said. “I’m just glad we were there, man.”

Steve blushed. “Yeah, me too.”

He dug into his food and was happy to note that while it didn’t necessarily ease the queasiness in his stomach, it didn’t make him want to throw it all back up, either.

He cleared his plate.

“So this is what’s going to happen, Stevie,” Eddie said as he cleaned up the pans from breakfast, “you are going to stay here until I am sure one hundred percent that you won’t throw up on the three hour journey back to Hawkins.”

Steve opened his mouth to argue, but he couldn’t. Right now nothing was coming up, but put him in a moving vehicle and he couldn’t say for sure that breakfast wouldn’t come right back up.

He nodded.

“I gave Robin the address so she’ll be stopping by after she gets off work,” Eddie continued. “I recommend that you get so actual rest, she seems like she’s a lot without her worrying about you, I can only imagine what she’s like when she is.”

Steve blushed.

“We’re going to all stay here,” Gareth said. “At least for one more day. I talked to my mom about it and she would rather pay more for utilities this month then worry about Steve getting worse.”

The other boys nodded their agreement, while Steve blinked at him in confusion.

“What now?”

“You do realize I live in Loch Nora, right?” Gareth asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steve shook his head. “My parents were very much exclusionists, dude. I only got to hang out with people that they deemed acceptable. Nicole, Carol, Tommy H. If they thought they weren’t in the right trade or held more liberal views, they weren’t worthy to interact with their son.”

Gareth blinked. “Fuck, that must have been lonely.”

He ducked his head and half shrugged.

“Anyway,” Gareth continued into the now deafening silence. “They pay for this apartment in the city for when we play gigs or need a place to crash after a night of drinking.”

Steve frowned. “You’re not eighteen yet, though, right?”

“No,” Gareth said with a laugh. “But my parents trust these guys to keep me safe.”

Steve thought about Dustin and his mom. That despite all the things that Steve had gotten up to in his high school career that she still trusted him to take care of her baby.

“Yeah,” he said fondly. “I can see that.”

Eddie came over to the other side of the counter. “Come on, up you get. You’ll be sleeping in my room.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “How many rooms does this place have?”

“Three,” Jeff said. “Brian shares with Gareth, but Eddie and I get our own rooms.”

“That’s because you’re both sluts,” Brian said rolling his eyes, “and me and Gareth don’t want to be kicked out of our rooms when you bring someone home.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

“I’ll give you the tour when I steer you back to my room,” Eddie promised.

Steve nodded and allowed himself to be lead back through the apartment and back to the bedroom.

Eddie tucked him back in and put a garbage can next to the bed. “I’ll be out in the front room, holler if you need me.”

Steve nodded and let himself drift off to sleep.

***

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Yeah, I'm sorry, I doubt even a middle class family would buy their very young son (if we hold to the belief that Gareth is OG drummer and was in the talent show with Eddie and Chrissy, putting Eddie in 8th grade, Chrissy in 6th, that would make Gareth in 5th grade) a drum kit.

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chosotallgf · 3 months ago

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DOUBLE IDENTITY #2 - TOJI FUSHIGURO

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SYNOPSIS y/n is a third year college student who is about to intern for the top business company in Japan in a week, what happens when she unknowingly cross paths with her future boss not knowing he's hiding a secret.

WARNINGS mafiaboss toji x fém!reader, geto x fém! reader, alcohol, moderate au, sexual activity, criminal activity & behavior, naoya is his own warning, angst & fluff (not really lol) not proof read

p.s my work is only on A03 & tumblr!

Fast forward arriving at the club, shoko usually gets us in faster by talking to the bouncer. So happen she found out he was the guy she fake flirts with at the gym she ‘occasionally’ goes to. She said he landed a job here not so long ago, that he needed the extra money and was helping out a friend. Finally stepping into the club it was pack as hell no wonder utahime wanted to get here as soon as possible.

This is one of the main popular clubs in the city, surprisingly it’s not just made up of college students in the area but locals come here as often too. As i squeeze through the crowd trying to keep up with my girls I can feel the loud bass of the club music in my chest. turning around shoko grabs my hand “come on I hear the the DJ is playing lots American of music tonight” she said while smiling. I haven’t listen too much to American music in my life time but if I had to pick it would be ‘Les’ by childish Gambino to be played at least once.

Reaching the other side of the club where the bar is utahime puts in a few orders of drinks than shoko, we usually always order something stronger each time we come here. not paying attention to what she was saying I happen to look down at the bartender hands, oddly his knuckles were bruise and you could tell they had been bloody by how dark they were from his pale skin but I guess that’s what happen when you work at a popular club with crazy drunks who don’t care. snapping out of my glaze when he clears his throat and utter “and what would you like ma’am?”

Now Looking up at his face trying to get out of my head “um can I have 3 margaritas and 1 rum coke pls?” I rely but soon enough utahime & shoko look at my funny they both know I have a low tolerance when it comes to drinking but I still do it anyways.

“What?” I question them “aren’t we suppose to have fun tonight like we planned, so I say fuck it” utahime smiles wides “you sure? You know you can just start off-“ but she gets cut off by the bartender guy “if she wants to have that much to drink let her life short” I nodded in agreement with him “see? nothing wrong that’s tomorrow me problem” “fine but don’t call us when you feel miserable from a hangover” utahime mumbles. “You should go find us a free section, we will bring the drinks out and find you” shoko slaps my shoulder from behind.

Off and further from where I left, I can’t find a free section maybe ‘maybe I should try the other side this club is huge tho’. Not looking forward I bump straight in to the chest of a man? I tumble backward but luckily before I could fall he catches my back. Now we are super close chest to chest i get a clear vision of his face despite the all black hoodie he’s wearing. dark dead eyes with a noticeable cut on one side of his lip. He’s staring back into my eyes This feeling of closeness is getting intimidating I wonder if he realizes his hands are clutching more firm on my lower back. I start to panic

“Omg I’m so sorry” I can feel heat in my face now. I can tell he was lost in thought too because as soon as I said that he quickly turned his face and pulls his hoodie down over his eyes and let’s go making me find my balance again. “Pay attention next time” he speaks in an aggressive but low tone. “I know I know I was just looking for a sect-“ he cuts and moves me out his way saying “tch, whatever” he mumbles as he walks to the private section area. how fucking rude I think.

Im surprise the club didn’t kick him out for being suspicious with a hoodie on in here, they honestly should after that. next think I know shoko is now in front of me yelling over the loud music clearly trispy “y/n stop standing around and come over here we found a spot” shoko starts pulling me along with her.

I get to our own section i assume but see two guys, both of them I recognize as utahime and shoko childhood friends. “since you couldn’t do a simple task I had to ask this dickhead here to let us sit” “you should be lucky, I wasn’t even planning on being here tonight, my usual dealer been Mia and I need stuff for next Thursday party” he wines.

“Anyways let’s get to drinking we’re wasting time” I grab and drowned the 2 cups of margaritas “well someone is in a hurry” I hear the other guy next to gojo say “I’m suguru geto” he reaches his hand out to me to shake. I do the same “I’m y/n and yeah I just wanna let loose tonight” his hands are so soft and firm I wonder if his long hair feels the same. “No judgement here me and satoru are about to do the same” “sooo shall we finally get started or what?” shoko utter as smoke leaves her mouth.

author note ~ if you are seeing this when it’s first posted I will post chapter 3 later on during the day it’s 5am rn for me and I can’t sleep lol. if you wanna be tagged in that just lmk :) 9/8/24

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milkyboiiiii · 1 year ago

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Hi I’m new to your blog but I loved what I’ve read so far.

I was wondering if I could request how the Haitani brothers, Mitsuya , and Mikey would react if they caught you singing this song randomly

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT886LYLC/

Please and thank you 🩶🩵

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚!

A little suggestive in Rindou's and Mikey's is just really stupid

(Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Takashi Mitsuya, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano)

Rindou Haitani

He just stood there with a blank face looking at you like :| Meanwhile, you have yet to notice him standing there. So you keep singing and dancing to the song. It wasn't until he had cleared his throat that you saw he was there. As soon as you made eye contact with him, your face became flushed. Rindou smirked at you "Margaritas, huh?" You're completely embarrassed now. You barely manage to stammer out an answer "Y-yeah" Rindou walks over to the kitchen and grabs a few things from the liquor cabinet. Walking not too far behind, you question what he was doing. He replied simply "I'm making you a margarita babe" with a teasing tone and a wink.

Ran Haitani

Ran heard you blasting the music from your shared living room as you sang along. So he decided to take a break from whatever he was doing and join in! That's how you two ended up here, dancing like drunken idiots in your living room. Now you also have a video of Ran singing and dancing to the song. He did it better and more over the top than any tik tok you've seen so far, you might post it later or at least send it to Rindou.

Takashi Mitsuya

Mistuya walked into the house as you were playing the song. His cheeks were tinted red as he chuckled "I didn't know that you get that way after margaritas, love" He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind, his arms wrapped around your waist. You jumped a little startled as he holds you in his embrace. "Taka it's just a song" he lightly places kisses on your cheek down to your neck, tickling you slightly and causing you to laugh. " I think I'll still make you two, just in case it isn't just a song like you said" he winks letting you free from his embrace as he walks over to your home bar. "So love, how do you like your margaritas? Frozen or on the rocks?"

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Mikey is another one that will join in and dance! Unlike Ran, Mikey has no rhythm and cannot dance for the life of him. He tries and shakes his ass but there's a problem. That problem is he doesn't have an ass he sucks at it, comedically so. He's got his hands on his knees and he's using too much back, and what makes it even better is he seems so confident in himself. You start laughing which gets him upset and pouty in typical Mikey fashion "Y/nnnnn! Quit laughing! You're just jealous of my moves" he says with a little pout. You keep giggling "Yes Mikey, I am"

(You try and get a video to show Emma later)

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husbandhoshi · 9 months ago

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[5:00 PM]

lee chan never misses a beat.

one of your favorite things to do is watch him. the cocktail shaker turns to liquid gold in his hands, and no matter what terrible remix the dj decides to play for the night, you can never miss the hum of one of his perfect pours.

if you weren't competing for tips, you might say you had a bit of a thing for him.

but who doesn't? on weekends, the music is loud, and you think the easiest place to fall in love is here, at a college bar where vodka runs like water and you can't hear the sound of your own better judgment. truly, it's just a bonus that its star bartender wears the hell out of a button-up.

it's the slow hour, or, as mingyu likes to call it, free money, since all he does in the kitchen is throw shots while frying off the leftover mozzarella sticks before the friday night rush. the bar is empty, and the minutes pass like honey. usually, you prep your station and punt half-baked insults at chan, who isn't above returning the favor.

but today seems different. you watch him fumble with the strainer as he finishes up a mojito, seemingly in slow motion. he's already had to do a few remakes, and you can't remember the last time that's happened.

"think fast."

you toss chan an empty glass, which he nearly drops.

"sheesh," he grumbles. "trying to take my head off and it's not even 7 yet."

"sorry." you grin, and you watch him fight down his dimples as they fold up in return. "you were in a staring match with that poor girl's margarita."

"horrible week." he runs a hand through his hair. "i think i need a drink more than anyone else."

"boo hoo. wipe your tears with your tip money."

chan rolls his eyes at you, and you prepare to double down before it occurs to you that you couldn't keep teasing him even if you wanted to.

the only thing you know about him is, one, that he's old enough for this job, and, two, that he goes to your university. you've tried to guess what he's studying before, but nothing seems quite right—he's too practical for the humanities and not quite miserable enough to be in the sciences. last week, you saw him count a handful of change at least four times, so math was off the table.

regardless, it feels wrong to see chan, seemingly impenetrable to the perils of academia, winded by a bad week at school.

before you can say anything, the lone couple on chan's end of the bar flags him down and orders two off-menu cocktails with a million modifications. you watch the defeat write itself all over his face as he trudges over to you, and you decide it's time for an intervention.

"you," you say, pressing a finger to his chest. "sit. no questions."

chan frowns but acquiesces—he's learned the hard way not to cross you. instead, he takes a seat on the other side of the bartop and watches you make the drinks instead. you've run through these steps too many times to count; everything from the waxy twist of the orange peel to the bell-toll of the stirring spoon is second nature, except now it's also decidedly not. chan's gaze is surprisingly warm and it bothers you.

you slide the two drinks down and put a third in front of your weary coworker, who looks more and more confused by the second.

"drink," you tell him. it's a pint of beer, namely his favorite brand, although you'd rather die than reveal that it is not, in fact, a coincidence that you know this.

he first looks confused, then relieved. then he has the gall to smile at you, and you almost choke on your own heartbeat.

"are you trying to get me too drunk for my shift so you can poach my tips?" he raises an eyebrow before his expression disappears under the lip of the glass. "or is this a set-up? so you can report me for drinking on the job?"

"no and no, although those are good ideas." you bite the inside of your cheek as you piece together what you want to say—honestly, you didn't think you'd get this far. "what class?"

"what?"

you busy yourself with washing the two and a half glasses in the sink so that you don't have to maintain eye contact with him.

"you heard me."

"education studies," he sighs. "we had a three part midterm this week."

"education studies? you want to be a teacher?"

"is that a bad thing?"

no, it isn't. actually, it's the furthest thing from being bad—you picture chan in a too-big cardigan reading the very hungry caterpillar to a room of small children, and it genuinely makes you feel a little bit hungover.

"no, i just..." you search for your next jab at him, but it escapes you. "i didn't expect it, that's all. it...suits you."

"you're an art major, right?"

he says this as you're in the middle of rinsing the same glass for the third time, and you almost break it. "—how'd you know?"

"you always leave your sketchbook in the break room. you're really good, you know." then he holds up his hands like he's being mugged. "n-not that i snooped or anything. you just forget it sometimes, so i try to put it back in your bag after shift if i see it out."

suddenly things make a lot more sense. you've lost track of the times you've walked back to the bar after work thinking you forgot it, only to find it neatly tucked away in your backpack. the mental image of chan agonizing over whether or not to touch your stuff would make you laugh if it wasn't so endearing.

it makes you think about all the other small kindnesses you've allowed each other—the nights where he'd lend you his jacket if the air was cranked too high, or the times you'd cover for him when he'd show up late. or now, with this stupid pint glass you keep refilling and the floaty feeling in your head.

you look up from your nonexistent task to look at him, only to find that he's also looking at you, that he's been looking at you. something in your chest feels like it's being steamrolled, and if you weren't so concerned with swallowing down the heat in your cheeks, you'd notice that he was doing the same.

thankfully, mingyu emerges from the kitchen to ruin the moment. he has nachos in one hand and curly fries in the other, which is, in your opinion, the only acceptable way to do so.

"finally," he says, clapping chan on the back. "you guys have stopped ogling each other and started actually talking!"

your stomach drops, and you think you and chan actually gasp in unison, like you're in a cartoon. mingyu cackles. this is going to be a long night.

#bar rescue would chew these guys tf out...#anyway this is long and kind of rambly but rivals to lovers will always be personal to me #mine #rq #dino #dino x reader #dino x you #dino imagines #dino fluff #chan #chan x reader #chan x you #chan imagines #seventeen imagines

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schemmentis · 9 months ago

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Swing

Prompt: What if reader has a bit of anger issues and Melissa tries and help/calm her.

Warnings: Minor descriptions of violence, anger issues

Word Count: 2.3k

“Sure, Hon.” Melissa answers the man next to her asking if she'd like another drink. Who is she to deny a man willing to pay for it? Even if he is pretty clearly just trying to buy his way into her pants. Until she has to completely shut him down, she'll take the free margaritas.

At least, she is happy to do so until this round. She barely has the cold glass in hand before he's leaning too far into her space. Gently but with no mistaking her force, she presses on his shoulder until his ass hits his own stool. “Not so fast, sweets.” Her tone is warning though she tries to keep some bit of flirtation to it. Hopefully just enough to keep him on the leash so she doesn't have to deal with an angry, drunk man instead.

This is how you met Melissa Schemmenti. She'd been sitting at the bar next to some guy when you found your own seat at the counter, a few stools down. You hadn't paid them much mind. Other than the side eye as you had passed.

You were only human and the redhead's legs were definitely on display in her outfit. You noticed. But you tried to do so respectfully. A glance from the corner of your eye as you passed by and nothing else.

You had glanced their way down the bar top a few times. When the man had drunkenly gotten loud. Though he only ever seemed to be ordering another round, and after a few he was only ordering for the woman. You guessed because he knew he was close to being cut off by the bartender himself. Once or twice it had been because the woman had laughed. A little too forced, a little too loudly. Still, her voice from what little you'd heard was pretty.

Otherwise, you'd kept your attention to your own drink and one of the TVs hung up behind the bar. You weren't here to be social. You were just here for a drink or two, some time to yourself to unwind before going home.

It was difficult though, at this point in the night, to keep your attention to your own bubble. The man had stood, in the corner of your eye, to get the bartender's attention for the latest margarita for the redhead. Then you'd seen, from that same corner of vision, one of the women's hands come up to push at his shoulder. It was then you'd twisted on your stool to properly look down the counter.

The man's volume had risen significantly. It was impossible for you to miss the language and names he was throwing around. Obviously for not getting his way. It wasn't until his hands had gripped at the woman’s hips, attempting to tug her off the stool she sat on, that you couldn't just sit aside any longer.

You'd gotten to your feet, taking the few steps down the counter until you were stood just behind the red headed woman. “I didn't hear her ask or agree for your hands on her.” You'd said, glaring at the drunk man.

The woman's mouth had opened once she'd looked over her shoulder at you, about to speak. Before she could the man had gotten to his own unsteady feet and stood square with you. “And I don't remember askin’ for your input, bitch.” He’d slurred. “So go on back to whatever Bachelorette party you're here with and leave me and my lady alone.”

“Your lady?” The woman had echoed, incredulous.

Neither you nor the man had registered her speak, your attention too focused on the other. “I think it's probably better if you went home. I don't think she's going to want another drink from you now that you've groped her and all.”

You hadn't done or said much, but it was enough. The man had swung on you first, and you were at least twice as sober as he was. It was easy enough to dodge and return with your own.

After that, the bar staff swiftly intervened. Thankfully, the bartender had seen it happen and knew you didn't start it so you weren't kicked from the bar. Though you wouldn't have been too upset if you had been.

“You alright?” You'd asked with a glance back to the redhead, still sat on her stool. Almost as if it hadn't happened at all.

“I'm fine.” A hand had waved whatever worry you had away as she calmly sipped what was left of her margarita. “Ain't nothin’ I haven't dealt with before.” She glanced back to you, a bit of a smirk on her features. “Look at you, though, a regular knight in shining armor, huh?”

“I wouldn't say that. I just couldn't sit there and watch it happen, though.”

“Ah, you'd have just seen me break out moves from my old self defense classes, Hon. Thanks for the assist, though.”

“You want another?” You'd ask with a gesture at her almost empty glass.

Now, she fully smirked your way. “You gonna try your hand at it now?” She teased you.

You shook your head. “Not like that. I'm having one more after all that and then I'm heading home. Figured I could get you one more to make up for the trouble.”

“Trouble you didn't cause.” She'd said, though she waved you to the stool next to her before she looked for the bartender. “One more, Jimmy! Put another of whatever she's having on mine too, would ya?” She called with a thumb in your direction.

“I said I would get yours.” You murmured with a small smile as you leaned elbows against the counter.

“Yeah, well, I decided I was gettin’ us both. Tough shit.”

You laughed. You nursed your last drink much slower than you usually would, drawing out your conversation with Melissa as you'd learned her name and introduced yourself. You'd shared and learned a lot about each other over that last drink with a swap of phone numbers ending your night.

From then, you and Melissa had texted throughout the next week, occasionally sharing a phone call to catch up on your days a little easier. You went to dinner the next weekend. You spent even more time together as time went on after that.

Melissa had thought her temper was bad. She knew she could snap when she was in a bad mood. Even worse than just snapping if she was really pissed or hurt. It was something that had taken a lot of time and work for her to reign in. Though it still could get the best of her when emotions ran high.

She thought her temper was bad. Yours could be much worse. You never started conflicts but you definitely never hesitated to participate in them when they happened around you though. She'd joked when you first met about the white knight in shining armor bit but sometimes you really did live up to the trope. If you saw something, you just could not pretend you hadn't. Even for your own benefit.

The closer the two of you got, the more she saw of it. The more, too, she got to be on the other end of it. You never meant it, and you certainly were never supremely rude or hurtful to her. You were rude enough though that it hit her wrong every time. Even if she didn't think you meant it, every time it happened it piled on. Every time you had snapped at her, or sarcastically commented on something. It all added up.

“Would you let it go!?” Melissa huffed, in a sudden outburst one night.

The two of you returned to the bar you'd met in. Not for the first time since. Tonight though, you'd sworn you saw some guy making unwanted moves on someone else in the bar. Not unlike the night you and Melissa met.

Except tonight, Melissa had looked at the table you pointed out and seen nothing but a young couple on what looked like a first date. Sure, the guy you kept harping on about was a little loud but the one he was with wasn't adverse or being harassed or anything close to what you perceived. He just looked shy. Though very much like he enjoyed the other man's attention.

Plus, she'd known you'd had a rough week. Yet you refused to talk about it. Instead, letting everything fester. Until now. You were looking for an excuse to let loose. She could tell from a mile away.

“But Mel he's—”

“But nothin’! You're just lookin’ for a fight!”

“What? I am not, you're being ridiculous.”

“If I'm being ridiculous then you're being delusional, Hon.” She deadpanned.

You scoffed. “I am not. What, you just think I'm gonna tell the guy to back off and then give the other one my number like I did you?”

Melissa blinks across the table at you. “You think this me bein’ jealous?”

“Yeah. I do. ‘Cause there's no other explanation for—”

“The other explanation is exactly what I just said and that you're picking a fight. I didn't let you with some stranger so now it's gonna be with me.”

“I'm not picking a fight!”

“If you're not picking a fight then you need to check your attitude.”

“My attitude?”

“Yeah, Hon, your attitude. You're acting rude as hell. To strangers. To me. To everybody.”

You took a deep breath, staring back at Melissa across the table. She'd never said anything like this to you before. You'd never thought you were being rude. To anybody but certainly not Melissa. You know though, she isn't one to just say something. Melissa says nothing just for the sake of saying it. So, she must be hurt to be calling you on it.

Slowly, you deflate in your seat. The longer you look at her face, the longer you go over moments you thought Melissa was just not in a great mood with how she responded to you. The more you replay so many moments through your mind, the more you realize she's right.

“Shit,” You breathe out, running a hand through your hair. “I'm sorry. I didn't even realize—” You stop yourself, shaking your head. Not realizing isn't an excuse. Nothing is. You really didn't, though. “I never wanted to treat you like that. I'm sorry.”

Mel softens across from you. A hand reaching across the table to grasp one of your own. Her thumb runs over your knuckles soothingly. “Thank you. For apologizin’.” She says. “I believe you didn't realize or want to��so I forgive ya. But we definitely need to work on it, don't ya think?”

You nod, your hand turning to grab Melissa's back and squeeze lightly. “Yeah, I don't want to be making you feel that way. And it's kind of tiring always ending up in some sort of fight or argument.”

Melissa laughs. “It is, ain't it? Don't worry. I'll help however I can, Hon. We'll figure it out.”

It isn't easy. You learn that pretty quickly. You and Melissa still butt heads from time to time except now she calls you on what you're doing much more frequently. In the beginning, it's almost more exhausting how often it happens. It feels like almost every other time you try to speak she's correcting you. Which is frustrating in its own right.

Sometimes you slip, doubling down on what you said before. Sometimes you and Melissa have a complete fight about it. After you both calm down, the two of you always end up standing on opposite sides of the room, sheepishly working your way back together.

It takes a lot of work, and time. You aren't perfect but you get better at catching yourself. At thinking just a little more before you say things.

Despite the rough patches, it brings you and Melissa closer than before. It deepens your relationship in a way you hadn't expected. Her unwavering support even in the worst of times makes you love her even more.

Eventually, she introduces you to some of her friends from work. Not all at once. You meet Barbara first one night after work. You basically have a double date with her and Gerald. You like them both. Seeing her with Barbara, like partners in crime even just sharing an appetizer, makes you smile. Gerald makes you his, though it really turns into you both admiring and gushing over your partners.

Janine you only met because Melissa had forgotten something at home that you'd brought to the school for her. That night, Melissa tells you she'd been keeping you as far away from Janine as possible. She'd been worried Janine would be “too much sunshine” for you. Months ago, she probably would have been but you'd found yourself charmed at her warmth.

Jacob you met when out to dinner one night. Surprised by the younger man recognizing Melissa and striking up conversation. For her part, Melissa looks annoyed on the surface but you notice the twinkle of amusement in her eyes when she introduces you and Jacob seems surprised when she says the word ‘girlfriend’.

It's after that meeting with Jacob that Melissa reluctantly agrees to a game night. Only once you've said you'd be happy to meet everyone and think it would be fun. Apparently they're all anxious to meet you now that Jacob has let the cat out of the bag so to speak.

You promise Melissa you'll be on your best behavior. She laughs and says it isn't you she's worried about. It's that sentence that tells you how far you've come. If you're a little more affectionate over the course of game night, Melissa certainly doesn't complain. She only matches you step for step, like she has from the beginning.

#melissa schemmenti fanfiction #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #swing #Spotify

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betterthanburrow · 1 year ago

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The Bayou Billiard - Joe Burrow

Summary: The most popular Pool Hall in Baton Rouge, Louisiana is one of your favorite places to hang out with your friends… But what happens when the new quarterback for the LSU football team and his friends challenge you and your friends to a game of Pool?

Genre: Fluff (Meet-Cute Trope)

The Bayou Billiard is the most popular pool hall in Baton Rouge for people to enjoy having fun throughout the night of playing a few rounds at the pool tables while having a few drinks at a discounted price.

Ever since you moved to Baton Rouge to attend your required semesters at Louisiana State University, The Bayou Billiard is the place where you and your friends have spent your free-time hanging out at over the weekend after a long week of classes and work.

Tonight at The Bayou Billiard wasn’t a busy night like how it usual is, by the time you and your friends had arrived at the Pool Hall the big crowd of people that were there earlier in the night had already left and you don’t expect another big crowd to arrive since The Bayou Billiard will be closing at 2am.

As you and your friends are walked into the Pool Hall after getting your IDs by the security guard to make sure y’all were above the age of 18… You look around and see that the only other group of people playing at a pool table was a group of older men that play at the pool tables every weekend like your group of friends.

“I’m so happy tonight isn’t as busy like the last time we were here.” your friend, Alice says as everyone is walking towards the pool table that was at the back of the pool hall.

“I know… Last weekend we almost waited an hour for a pool table to be open!” Remi exclaims. “At least we had drinks to keep us company while we waited, I would’ve lost my mind if I had to wait long while being sober.”

“Speaking of drinks…” Avery says. “What does everyone want to drink, I’ll go gets our drinks before the game starts. Because we all know that playing pool is always better with alcohol in our systems!”

After the three of you told Avery what drinks to order; a spicy jalapeño margarita for Alice, a lemon drop martini for Remi, and a strawberry daiquiri for you. The first round of pool was starting to be set up by the three of you after Alice had out the right amount of counts in the pool table slot to retrieve the billiard balls.

It didn’t take long for Avery to return from the bar with four drinks in her hand, everyone takes their drink from her hands to place on the side-table right by the pool table… After spending a few minutes deciding the teams between the four of you, the first round between you and Alice vs Remi and Avery was about to begin.

It was decided that you were going to take the first shot of the game to break up the triangle of billiard balls on the pool table… After spending a minute lining up the billiard cue stick as perfectly as you can, you make your shot and the billiard balls spread out everywhere across the pool table with one of the solid balls landing in the pocket of the pool table.

“Nice shot!” Alice exclaims, as she gives you a high five. “We already have a point on the scoreboard and the game only just started!”

“There’s a reason everyone says I’m the best pool player in Baton Rouge.” you exclaim as you pick up your drink from the side-table.

You watched as Avery takes her first shot of the game trying to hit one of the stripe balls into the pocket net to score a point for her team but, she fails to make the shot as the white ball hits the stripe ball in the opposite direction of where Avery wanted it to go.

“Shit!” Avery frustratedly exclaims. “I hate pool.”

“Avery calm down…” you say, “It’s the first round, drink some of your pink lemonade vodka and you’ll be fine.”

After Avery’s turn, it was Alice’s turn to take her shot next and after a seconds of debating what is the right move to do. Alice takes her shot and hits a solid ball into the pocket net, causing you to cheer as another point for your team is added to the scoreboard.

The four of you take turns of trying to take a shot and score one of the solid balls or strips balls into the pocket net… It was hard for you to tell so early on in the game how long this round of pool would be. Sometimes a round of pool could take ten minutes to finish and sometimes a round of pool could take an hour to finish, it just depends on how good or bad everyone is playing the game of pool.

As the game was getting started, you look over towards the front door of the Pool Hall and see a group of three guys that you couldn’t recognize walk into the building… One of the boys looked your way and gave you a smile as the two of you made eye contact with each other. The boy smiled and waved at you and before you could wave back to him, Avery’s hand was placed on your shoulder causing you to turn your attention back to your friends and the game of Pool.

“Y/N it’s your turn!” Remi exclaims, after taking her shot with one of the stripe balls making into the pockets of the pool table, scoring a point for her team.

As you are lining up your pool stick to try and make the perfect shot of hitting another solid ball into the pocket meg, your eyes look towards the bar when you see the dirty blonde boy looking towards you with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. You try not blush as you focus your attention back into the pool table and you take your shot, the white ball hits the solid ball just a few inches away from the pocket net.

“Ugh… I almost scored that.” you groan in frustration.

As you watch Avery and Remi debate between the two of them what is the right move to do next since there aren’t any stripped balls that are easy to score… Alice walks closer to you and puts her hand on your shoulder like she did before. “Do you know the guy that you were staring at?!” Alice asks.

“No.” you answer in a low tone. “He’s cute but, am I supposed to know who that is?!”

“That’s Joe Burrow.” Alice says. “He’s the new Quarterback for the LSU football team:”

“Oh… That’s interesting to know.” you say, looking over Alice’s shoulder to see that Joe Burrow and his friends have moved away from the bar to start their own game at one of the pool tables.

“Yeah… and I know you saw him watching your last round which is why you messed up.” Alice says.

“Umm… I don’t know what you’re talking about?!” you say, turning your attention away from Joe Burrow and his friends to Avery taking her shot to try and score.

“I’m not stupid… I saw that you noticed he was watching you and you got nervous which is why you missed.” Alice says as Avery hit one of the stripe balls into the pocket net and scored a point.

“So you’re telling me that if a cute boy was watching you play pool you wouldn’t be nervous as well?!” you ask. Alice shrugs her shoulders and walks around the pool table because it now her turn to take a shot.

Even though you should be watching Alice, you couldn’t help but turn your attention to Joe Burrow and his friends at their pool table… Joe Burrow is a name that you’ve heard before as people were talking about the new student that had transferred from Ohio State University to join the football team, but it wasn’t until now where you were able to put a face to the name.

You watched as Joe Burrow took the first shot of their Pool game, breaking the triangle of billiard balls apart just like you had done just a little while ago… When Joe looks up from the pool table, he sees that you watched him and y you nod your head, approving of his shot.

Just as your turn your attention back to your pool table, Alice had taken her shot and didn’t hit another solid ball into the pocket net.

The only noises that could be heard in The Bayou Billiard Pool Hall was the sound of the music playing through the speakers, billiard balls being hit along the table and chatter amongst the groups of people… While it was loud in the Pool Hall, the noises around you wasn’t a bother or distraction to the game of Pool.

When it wasn’t your turn to take a shot, you were watching Joe Burrow and his friends play Pool and every now and then the two of you would make eye contact and smile at each other… you had to admit that Joe Burrow was a good Pool player as much as he is talked about being a good football player.

When the first round of Pool between you and Alice vs Remi and Avery came to an end with you scoring the winning point for your team… You decided to bring your empty glasses of the drinks to the bar to get a refill as the other three girls chatted amongst each other while resetting the pool table for another round.

“I’ve never seen someone so good at Pool.” a voice from behind says. When you turn around, you see Joe Burrow standing behind you with a smile on his face and an empty glass in his hand.

“Thank you.” you reply. “I love having an audience watch me while I take my shots at the pool table.”

Joe Burrow chuckles, “I’m glad you enjoy having an audience.” he takes a seat next to you at the bar and places the empty glass onto the countertop while you’re waiting for the new drinks to be made.

“I’m Joe Burrow ” he says, reaching his hand out.

“I’m Y/FN Y/LN.” you say as you shake his hand. “So… I’ve actually heard a-lot about you Mr. Joe Burrow.”

A confused look appears on Joe’s face before he has a quick realization of what you meant by what you said. “Oh yeah… Are you a student at LSU?!” he asks.

“Yes I am. I’m going into my junior year this semester.” you answer. “There’s been a lot of talk about the new Quarterback so I’m glad to put a face to the name.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m a hot topic at LSU right now but I’m excited to be at LSU. It’s nice to meet someone else that is a student at LSU because I only know those 3 guys over there.” Joe says pointing over to the group of guys that are hanging around the pool table.

“Well… my friends over there all are students at LSU too. So it looks like you can meet a few more students from LSU.” you reply as the bartender comes back with the drinks for your group.

“That’s good to know.” Joe says giving you a smile. Before you could say something to Joe, you heard your name being called. When you turn to look over your shoulder, you see Alice signaling to you that the next round of Pool is about to start.

You turn back to Joe and give him a soft smile. “I got to go. The next round of Pool is starting.”

“It’s okay… Hopefully we have to chance to talk again later.” Joe says. “Go beat their ass Miss Pool Queen.”

There is a light blush on your face as you stand up and grab the drinks from the counter so that you can walk back over to the pool table where Avery, Remi, and Alice were finishing setting up the Pool table.

“So… Who was that guy you were talking too?!” Remi asks, as she takes her drink out of your hand then you place the other three drinks down onto the side table.

“Y/N was talking to Joe Burrow.” Alice says.

“Joe Burrow as in the new Quarterback?!” Remi asks. You and Alice nod your heads. “Wow… What did the two of you talk about?!” she asks.

“Nothing much…” you answer. “We just introduced ourselves and he said that I was good at playing pool.”

The conversation was over as the second round began. This time, you and Avery were on the same team trying to hit the stripe balls into the pocket nets going against Remi and Alice as they are on the same team trying to hit the solid balls into the pocket nets.

As the other girls were taking their shots, your attention would be on Joe and his friends as they were playing their second round of pool. You’ve never been so distracted while playing Pool but, you couldn’t help that there was a cute guy who kept giving you a smile when the two of you would make eye contact.

Joe would watch you from afar when it was your turn to take a shot to try and hit one of the stripped balls into the pocket nets. He wasn’t lying when he said that he’s never seen someone so good at playing Pool.

One of Joe’s skills is that he is very good at observing people around him. It was very easy for him to notice how competitive you are when it comes to Pool, just like how competitive Joe is when it comes to playing football. Joe seeing how competitive you can be makes him wonder how competitive you can get when it comes to playing other sports.

The second round of Pool lasted much longer than the first round and the game ends with you and Avery winning by hitting the black ball into the pocket net. When you looked at the time, it was past midnight and there was only an hour and a half left until The Bayou Billiard would close for the night.

“Let’s take a small break and then we can play one more round before we leave.” Alice says, placing all of the billiard cue sticks back onto the stand.

“Yeah that’s sounds good… I need another drink.” Avery says as she takes her empty glass and starts walking to the bar for another refill of her pink lemonade vodka drink.

“I’m going order some food… Playing two rounds of pool have made me hungry!” Remi exclaims.

“Yeah I’m hungry too.” Alice says. “And we’ll be entertained by watching other people play pool.”

When the three of you walked over to the seating area, y’all quickly ordered some food to eat before sitting at one of the tables where you had a good view of Joe and his friends who were still playing their second round of Pool… After Avery received her refilled drink, she comes over to sit at the table and the four of you talk while waiting for the food to arrive at the table.

The four of you are in a deep conversation as you watch Joe and his friends play Pool. Joe wasn’t the best player of Pool that you’ve watched but he wasn’t the worse player of Pool… You could see that he really was trying his best to hit the solid balls into the pocket net whenever it was his turn to take a shot and you could see that it frustrated him when he would miss his chance to score for his team.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe yells which causes you and your friends to turn the attention towards him and his friends. “Watch this!”

Joe lines up his billiard cue stick and takes his shot to score but fails as the solid ball rolls just an inch to far from the pocket net which causes everyone to laugh.

“Joe that couldn’t have gone any worse!” one of the boys exclaimed. With an embarrassed look on his face, Joe looks over to you and sees you give a him smile.

“Nice shot Burrow!” you yell out. “But next time, aim to hit the solid ball into the pocket net!” which causes everyone to laugh as the boys continue their game.

It was fun to watch Joe and his friends play Pool while you and the girls eat the food that had arrived at the table. You noticed how competitive Joe is when it comes to the game of Pool, he is very focused on the white ball as one his friends takes a shot to hit a striped ball into the pocket net.

As you watched the game, you realized that you’ve never watched people play Pool before and you’ve only ever played the game… It was nice for a change to be in the audience during an intense game of Pool.

Just as you and your friends were finished eating at the table, the game of Pool between Joe and his friends was over… You wondered if Joe and his friends were going to play another round of Pool or if they were planning on leaving the Pool Hall since it was getting closer to closing time.

As you were setting up the billiard balls in the triangle to prepare to start the final Pool game of the night, you felt a tap on your shoulder which causes you to turn around to see Joe standing behind you with a smile on his face.

“Hey Joe!” you exclaim. “What’s up?!”

“The boys and I had this idea.” Joe says. “We decided that we’re going to play one more round of Pool and we overheard you and your friends talking about playing one more round… So we thought it would be a fun idea to do boys vs girls for the last Pool game of the night.”

“That’s sounds like a fun idea!” you exclaim. “But are you and boys sure that y’all want to go up against the best Pool player you’ve ever seen?!”

“That’s a challenge that I’m willing to take.” Joe says. “So are you and the girls in for the game?!” Before you can answer Joe’s challenge for a game at Pool between the two friend groups, the girls who had been listening to the conversation decided to answer for you.

“We accept the challenge!” Avery exclaims. “With Y/N on our team, we’re definitely going to kick your ass!”

“Trust me… I have some secret Pool moves that I have been hiding up my sleeve.” Joe claims, walking back over to his friends to let them know that y’all accept their challenge for the final Pool game of the night.

Since there was three boys and four girls, Avery decided to sit out of the game to just watch everyone play. So the teams were you, Alice and Remi vs Joe, Ja’marr and Justin… The final game of Pool started with you taking the first shot to break up the triangle.

Joe decided to take his turn next and he’s lining up his shot. The girls decided to tease Joe to distract him. “Are you going to dedicate this shot to Y/N?!” Remi asks him. “We remember what happened the last time you dedicated a shot to her.”

“Hey! We’re playing a fair game!” Ja’Marr exclaims.

“We are playing fair!” Alice says. “A game of Pool isn’t fun without a little bit of teasing and alcohol!”

Joe takes his shot and hits the stripe ball into the pocket net which means that the boys will try to hit the stripe balls into the pocket nets while the girls will try to hit the solid balls into the pocket nets.

Ja’marr and Justin cheer and give Joe a few high fives to celebrate him getting the first score of the game. “Nice shot Burrow!” you exclaim, “Keep hitting shots like that and soon enough you’ll win a game of Pool!”

Alice is next to take her shot for your team. Both you and Joe are standing next to each other as you watch her think about what should she do since there aren’t any easy solid balls to hit into the pocket nets.

“So how long have you been playing Pool.” Joe asks, as everyone else was so focused on the Pool game and not paying attention to you and Joe.

“I’ve been playing Pool since I was a kid. My dad was a big fan of playing Pool and we had our own Pool table in our house in the game room.” you answer.

“Your dad taught you your good Pool skills?!” Joe asks.

You nod your head and smile. “Yeah he did teach me the good Pool skills. Us playing Pool was always one of my favorite ways that we would spend time together.”

“That sounds nice.” Joe says. “Just like how you and your dad spent time together playing Pool, my dad and I spent time together playing football in the backyard.”

You give him a smile before turning you attention back to the Pool table to watch your friends take their turns but Joe wanted to continue the conversation between the two of you while he has the chance.

“So what are you studying at LSU?” he asks.

“I’m studying in LSU’s dental program so right now I’m majoring in Biology and Chemistry but I do plan on going to the Dental school after I get my degree.” you answer. “My mom is a Dentist so I want to follow in her footsteps and hopefully work with her one day.”

“Oh that’s interesting.” Joe says. “Does she work at a dentist place in Louisiana?!”

“No she doesn’t.” you reply. “My family lives Michigan, I just moved to Louisiana to attend LSU’s dental program because it was the best offer that I received.”

“Oh… so you’re from up north of America like me!” Joe exclaims. “I’m from Ohio and I’m here in Louisiana to play football and get my masters degree.”

Before you could continue the conversation, you were interrupted by Remi. “Y/N it’s your turn!” she exclaims.

You give Joe a smile before walking over to grab a pool stick and you examine the balls on the pool table… It doesn’t take you longer to realize there’s a easy shot of hitting a solid ball into one of the pocket nets that you could make as long you don’t mess up your aim.

As you’re lining up your shot, you look up and see Joe smiling at you. “Stop smiling at me like that Burrow.” you mumble under your breathe and you can see Joe’s smile grow bigger when he heard what you said.

You take your shot and hit the solid ball into the pocket net that you were aiming for, as the girls cheered around you… Joe was examining the pool table to see what the easier shot would be for him to take so that he could go back to talking to you until your next turn.

When Joe was finished with his turn which allowed him to score another point for the boys’ team. He walks back over to where you are standing with a grin on his face, “Now that was a nice shot wasn’t it?” he asks.

“It sure was Burrow.” you say. “Soon enough you’ll be just as good as a Pool player as I am!”

As the rest of the group is taking their turns of playing Pool, you and Joe continued your conversation… There was a lot that you learned about the new LSU Quarterback in just the few minutes that the two of you had in between your turns of the Pool game to talk.

You noticed every now and then during your conversation with Joe, one of the girls would be watching the two of you and try to listen to conversation… You knew that later on during the night they will ask about your conversations with Joe.

As much as you loved playing Pool with the group of friends, you didn’t want the conversations with Joe to end… There was always a smile on his face and a light in his eyes when he was talking to you, he’s never been so interested in talking to a stranger in his life.

Joe told you about what life was like living in Ohio and his years of being a student at Ohio State while you told him what life is like living in Louisiana these past few years and what he could expect of the transition from living up north in America to living down south.

By the end of the second round of everyone taking turns, there wasn’t much left of the game to be played… As you examined the Pool table, there was only one solid ball and one stripe ball to hit into the pocket nets before having to take the chance of hitting the black ball into one of the pocket nets to win.

It was a hard shot that you could’ve easily missed, but you hit the final solid ball into pocket net and the girls cheered… Now it was Joe’s turn to take a shot and as long as he didn’t make one of the stripe balls into the pocket net, this will be the girl’s game of Pool to win.

“Good luck Burrow… you’re going to need it!” you say with a cheeky grin on your face.

There’s a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide even if he tried as he takes his shot, hitting the last stripe balls into the pocket net… Just like how the girls had cheered for you, the boys cheered from him because now it was time to play to win the game of Pool.

“I think that Y/N and Joe should take the final shots of the game until one of them hits the black ball into the pocket nets.” Avery exclaims.

“Are you just offering that suggestion because you know that the girls team will win most likely win the game because of Y/N.” Justin says.

“Maybe…” Avery says.

“I’m fine with that if it’s good with Joe and Y/N!” Ja’marr says with Remi and Alice agreeing with him.

You turn to look at Joe with a grin on your face. “I’m fine with that if you’re fine with it Burrow!” you say.

Joe puts his hand out for you to shake, “I’m fine with it. May the best Pool player win the final round.”

Alice hands you the billiard cue stick that she was just about to use to play and you make your way around the pool table to where the black ball is at after Joe’s turn.

The group around you is silent as you take your shot, you try not the look up at Joe because you know he’s going to distract you from your shot… Since you would’ve risked missing the shot to one of the pocket nets which would’ve caused Joe to score an easy victory for the boys team, you hit the black ball to a spot where Joe would have a lot of trouble hitting it into one of the pocket nets of the Pool table.

“You did that on purpose!” Joe exclaims and you shrug your shoulders with a grin on your face.

“Like I’ve said before Burrow… you’re will need all of the good luck you can get!” you say moving out of his way so he can get to your spot around the Pool table.

You watch as Joe examines the Pool table and then lines-up his shot to take. A smirk appeared on your face as you watched the black ball fail to be hit into the pocket net that Joe was aiming for.

“Ugh!” Joe exclaims in frustration. “I was so close!”

“But not close enough!” you say in a teasing tone. All eyes were on you as you walked around to the opposite side of the Pool table from where the black ball was… From the quick examination you did, Joe had made it very easy for you to make the shot into one of the closest pocket net. It would be very embarrassing if you missed the shot and allowing Joe to win the game.

“No pressure!” Joe said. You rolled your eyes at his comment as you start to line up your shot. When you look up, you can see Joe giving you the smile he gave you earlier during the night that had distracted you.

The entire group watched as you took the last shot of the game and hit the black ball into the pocket net that you had aimed for… The girls cheered in celebration that they won the Pool game while the boys groaned in frustration that they lost the Pool game.

“Nice shot!” Remi exclaimed.

“That was a fun game of Pool!” Justin says. “We have to do it again in the future.”

“Yeah I want a rematch!” Ja’marr says.

“We’ll play another game of Pool in the future!” Alice say. “There’s only 15 minutes before the Pool hall will close so we better get going soon!”

Everyone started to clean up the area around the Pool table and packed up their belonging because y’all wanted to get out of the Pool Hall as fast as you can before y’all got kicked out why the employees.

It didn’t take long for everyone to clean up and pack up. With just 10 minutes until the Pool Hall closes, the group was out of the front door and it was time to say your goodbyes before heading your separate ways.

You were just about to follow behind Alice, Remi, and Avery to where the Uber would be picking the four of you up at… You felt someone grab your wrist which causes you to turn around and see Joe smiling at you.

“I had a fun night hanging out with you.” Joe says.

“I had a fun night hanging out with you too.” you reply.

“So… hopefully this ain’t coming off a bit to forward but, can I have your phone number?” he asks.

You nod your head and then he pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. He unlocks the phone and then give it to you for you to put your phone number in his contacts… When you give the phone back to him, he immediately texts you so that you can have his number in your phone before putting his phone back in the back pocket of his jeans.

“I guess now it’s only makes sense for me to ask you if you’ll love to meet me here at The Bayou Billiard for a date next week?!” Joe asks.

You give him a kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you here next week at The Bayou Billiard!” before walking away to catch up with the girls with a smile on your face.

never thought that I’ll write a fanfiction that wasn’t inspired by a song, but here we are with a fanfiction that is loosely inspired by a personal experience that i’ve had while playing pool with a group of friends at The Bayou Billiard.

thank you all for the love and support! 🤍

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onceuponapuffin · 6 months ago

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Fanatic Intervention Part 15!!!

Okay, this is gonna be a long one, but I promise it's important. There was just a lot that I had to get in here. Also we had our first ever tie! So I chose between the two. Alright, let's do this. Enjoy!

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The bar in question is rowdy and rustic. The crowd that has already gathered is loud, probably drunk, and honestly makes you wish you had some anxiety meds with you or something because the button in your pocket is a single thread holding you together when you could really do with a rope. You look over to Aziraphale, who’s grimacing at the scene. Oh good, so you’re not the only one who isn’t a fan of this place. You notice Crowley studying the bar – no doubt trying to get a sense for their selection.

“Over there,” Anathema shouts over the noise. You follow her pointing arm to see Sardis, already at a table and waving you over. Well, at least you definitely have a space to sit. That’s something.

The four of you approach Sardis who waves you into the seats around him with an enormous smile.

“Welcome!” He says grandly, “To my favourite place this side of town.”

“Your favourite place,” You repeat with skepticism, “Is a dive bar?”

“Oh not just any dive bar Little Moth,” Sardis winks as he speaks, “The best karaoke bar this side of the bayou. Personal opinion, of course. But I am an angel after all so feel free to take that as gospel.” He laughs loudly at his own joke. You chuckle uncertainly. Aziraphale shakes his head. Anathema rolls her eyes. Crowley looks like he could vomit. Basically, Sardis is the only one amused. Once he finally stops laughing, he looks around at you. “Such sour faces, my friends. But of course you have, I’ve forgotten my manners! Let me get you some drinks before the festivities start.”

“The festivities?” asks Aziraphale, “I’m sure you don’t mean...”

“The karaoke, of course!” Sardis smiles before leaving the table with a wink. “Be back in a sec!”

“I am not singing,” Crowley states firmly.

“Nor am I,” Aziraphale frowns.

“We may need to consider it,” Anathema says after a pause, “He has information that we need, and we may have to play his game to get it.”

“I mean, I don’t exactly…dislike him...but he's weird,” You, the dimensional traveler, observe.

“Oh absolutely weird,” agrees the witch.

“A very weird one indeed, yes,” affirms the angel of the Eastern Gate.

“Weird as all fuck,” confirms the demon.

Sardis returns carrying a tray with five drinks and lays it proudly on the table in front of them.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I took my best guess,” Sardis announces as he hands around the drinks, “Sherry for the angel, whiskey for the demon, margarita for the witch, and I played it safe and got you a sangria.” He lays the alcohol in front of each of you. You take a sip and holy crow is it ever delicious. “’S that good, Little Moth?” Sardis asks you as he takes his own seat. You nod, and his smile grows. “Good, glad to hear it.”

“Thank you kindly, Sardis,” Aziraphale ventures, taking a sip of his sherry, “Now, perhaps would you mind telling us what you know?”

Sardis laughs again. He laughs a lot, you notice. Probably having the time of his life with all of this.

“What I know is that I’m not saying anything about Jesus until you sign up and sing me a song.”

Honestly, you need to take a deep breath at that. The irritation is building. First he wouldn’t say anything until you came here, and now he won’t say anything until you sing for him. He keeps changing the goal posts on you. Anathema had said you might need to play his game to get information from him, but you honestly didn’t think it would feel so...condescending.

Anathema’s phone suddenly starts ringing. She pulls it out of her pocket, and you briefly notice the What’s App logo and Newt’s face lighting up the screen. After a brief apology, she excuses herself from the table and leaves the bar. Well. Lucky her. You sigh and stand.

“Yeah okay fine, I’ll be right back.”

“Where’re you going?” Crowley asks. His question has bite, but you’re sure it isn’t anger – he just doesn’t want everyone to end up leaving him with Sardis.

“I’m going to sign up,” You say, “Sing a song. Karaoke, right?” You look at Sardis, who nods appreciatively.

“There now! Little Moth gets it!”

Crowley and Aziraphale both gawk at you, but you’re already turning and beelining for the sign-up table.

Now here, dear Reader, let’s take a moment to talk about the Anxiety Loophole. In ordinary circumstances, you’d be lucky to talk to a crowd and sound normal about it (not to mention the possibility of nausea and such), but the Anxiety Loophole is a magical and gracious thing. In a situation where there is something that must be done, and everyone around you is too scared or embarrassed or anxious themselves to do it, suddenly it becomes possible for you. You may never dream of asking for your food to be sent back at a restaurant, but if your friend needs more ketchup and is too nervous to ask for it, you will put the chef in a headlock if you have to in order to get it for them. Or, say, if an angel and a demon have expressly stated their discomfort with singing in public, and another angel with vital information demands a performance before telling you said information, signing up for karaoke suddenly seems like a piece of cake. Besides, you figure, most of the people in the room are drunk. So you pick something easy, something loud, something most people here probably know already. That way, they’ll do most of the work for you, and then you’re singing with them, instead of for them. Are you a genius? Yes, yes you are. Take the praise, Reader, you’re going to want that confidence in a few minutes.

You return to the table, having put your name and song on the list, and take a seat (and a very large sip of your sangria).

“There,” You declare, “Now how about we talk about Jesus while we wait for my name to be called.”

“You’re not actually serious about this,” Crowley asks. You look to Sardis.

“I am if he is.”

Sardis’ eyes widen in surprise before he smiles again. “Oh, I most definitely like you, Little Moth.” He leans his chin on his hands. “Tell me, what has Metatron had to say about you?”

Oh good. You’re actually getting somewhere.

“Nothing good,” You admit with a frown, “He tried to turn me into salt once, and then trapped me in a bathroom and tried to manipulate me.”

Sardis hums and nods in affirmation. Then he turns to Crowley and Aziraphale.

“And tell me, what have the two of you done about that?” he asks them. The both of them practically jump in surprise.

“W-well,” Aziraphale starts and stops.

“Ngggk,” says Crowley.

“Well you see, it’s a bit more complicated than…”

“So nothing then,” Sardis concludes.

“Wait,” You say, “That’s not fair.”

“Have you given Little Moth any way to defend or protect themselves?”

“They don’t need to!” You all but shout, “They’re with me basically all the time!”

But Sardis doesn’t seem to hear you. He stares at the celestials with an offended glare. Neither Aziraphale or Crowley seem to know what to make of it, but he doesn’t give them much of a chance to before he reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a card, and hands it to you. You take it from him, worried that if you don’t he might get upset with Aziraphale and Crowley and really it’s the Metatron’s fault, not theirs. Put the blame in the right place. Your hands are starting to shake a little as you look at the card.

“Oh!” You exclaim, relaxing a little. Actually it’s not all that bad. It’s a punch card of sorts. It reminds you a little bit of Furfur’s card from the 1941 minisode, but instead of being a Miracle Blocker, it’s a Miracle Enabler numbered 1 to 12. You notice that each number is perforated – meant to be torn off so that you don’t need to carry around a hole punch. Clever, actually. You show it to Aziraphale and Crowley.

“Oh my,” says Aziraphale, “That really is clever. I’m rather embarrassed to admit that the idea never came to me.”

“Huh,” Crowley adds, helpfully.

“Yeah,” says Sardis, “You probably never had to think about things like, what if they ever turn off your miracles Up There. Probably helps that your only mention in the Bible isn’t about how shit you are.”

You look at the card thoughtfully for a minute. You think about all the genie questions you’ve seen online.

“Go on, Little Moth,” Sardis coos gently, “Try it out.”

You glance at him and then back at the card. Well he’s not giving you any hints about how this thing works, so probably best to just follow your instincts. After taking a second to think, you rip off the number 1 and make a wish.

The number has disappeared from your fingers and reappeared attached to the card.

“Oop,” Sardis says, “Looks like that didn’t go through. What were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to make it so that I could do miracles without the card.”

Sardis starts to laugh. “Oh you have a clever mind! I like the way you think!” His laughter continues for a moment before he calms himself, though you notice it takes him some time. Then he shakes his head.

“Listen,” he says to you, “Humans just can’t do miracles. For you to be able to do them without the card, you would have to change your entire species. And this little thing just isn’t built for that sort of miracle. Try again, something smaller this time.”

Your brow furrows in concentration as you stare back at the card. Something reasonable that wouldn’t need a big change in order to work. Oh, wait a minute. You rip off the number 1, and make a wish. Suddenly, you notice that you are holding a second Miracle Enabler, full up.

“There you go, Little Moth,” Sardis sighs approvingly, “Now that’s how you do it!” The first card goes in a place you can easily reach – your jeans pocket, perhaps. The second one you fold up and place in your sock. For emergencies.

“What did you mean about your mention in the Bible?” Aziraphale ventures, apparently sensing that he isn’t in trouble anymore. Sardis raises an eyebrow.

“Didn’t you read Revelation?” he asks.

“Well yes, of course,” Aziraphale replies, “But I don’t recall it saying you were...well...bad.”

“Shit, Angel,” corrects Crowley, “He said it calls him shit.”

“I know your deeds; you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead,” Sardis quotes, “Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have not found your deeds complete in the sight of my God. Remember, therefore, what you received and heard; obey it, and repent.” He shakes his head. “Does that sound like a glowing report to you? No, see, I invited that asshat John over for brunch one time, okay? ONE. He gets the runs, blames it on the bacon. Next thing I know, I’m getting hate mail, supposedly from Jesus, with passive aggressive notes about people who haven’t soiled their clothes. Yeah, no, I know exactly whose message that was.” He huffs angrily and sips his drink.

“So….” You interject cautiously, “You stayed down here because...oh, because Heaven endorsed it?”

“Enthusiastically,” he confirms, “I’m just a minor angel – ha, barely that. More of a guardian. They don’t care about me as much as the message.”

You nod, Gabriel’s trial coming to mind. It’s all about the message.

“We know all about that,” You say gently, “They threatened to erase Aziraphale’s name from the Book of Life. Well, anyone really, who uh, helped Gabriel escape judgment.” Sardis raises an eyebrow at that.

“Oh yeah? What did that bureaucratic ass do?”

“He fell in love with Beelzebub and said ‘Nah’ to Armageddon Part 2.”

“Psh, oh yeah, that’ll do it,” Sardis says, taking another sip, “Not that any of them could erase anyone. Not really. You need to know someone’s true name for that.”

“Hold up,” says Crowley, “The Book of Life isn’t actually real?”

“Oh, it is,” says Sardis, “I know it for a fact. You see, one of the things of being an Original Angel of the Church,” he says the title mockingly, you notice, “is that you end up with a gift. Something to give the worthy when they ascend. Mine happens to be knowing everyone’s true name.”

“Wait a minute, wait,” You say, “That’s...that’s...”

“I know,” Sardis says, “Look, it’s like this. Most books that you read, the words are 2-dimensional, right? The Book of Life sort of has more than 2 dimensions to it. And it records everything. Now look,” he takes a packet of coarse sugar, “This is a soul,” he opens it and pours the chunks onto the table, “Each soul can be different people throughout its existence, and the Book, for accuracy purposes, records your name in whatever life you're living,” he picks up one crystal, “on the first dimension,” he places it on top of the paper pouch, “and your true name on the dimensions that lie underneath.” He sits up triumphantly. “So before you can actually erase anyone you need to know their true name, and before you know that, you need to know how to read the Book, and before that you need the gift to be able to perceive the different dimensions.”

“Which you have,” Crowley concludes. Sardis nods.

“Which I have, yes. Unfortunately, I also have the misfortune of never being able to be anywhere near the Book of Life. So I’m basically the angelic equivalent of a dolphin who knows all the secrets of Super Mario. I know it, but fat lot of good it does me. Or will ever, for that matter.”

You’re about to say something else, but your name gets called to the stage.

Oh. Oh right.

Oh shit.

You walk up to the stage and take the microphone uncertainly as the intro music for Taylor Swift’s Shake it Off starts to play. You chose it because you know some of the actions to it and I mean, the lyrics are so simple that you’re hoping the drunk crowd will start singing along with you.

“I stay out too late,

Got nothing in my brain,

At least that’s what people say,

That’s what people say,”

A random drunk person in the back cheers.

“But I keep cruisin’

Can’t stop won’t stop movin’

It’s like I got this music in my mind sayin’

It’s gonna be alright”

The entire bar claps three times. Oh wow.

Basically, your plan works. They all can’t help but join in for the chorus, and you end up having a lot of fun with it. Their enthusiasm is so validating, and after a minute or two you don’t care if it’s because of the alcohol or if they actually think you’re good. You just sing the song and you have a fabulous time of it. Honestly, it's hard to have a bad time singing and dancing to that song. You forget about saving the world, you forget that Crowley and Aziraphale are watching you, everything just fades away for a few minutes except for the lyrics on the screen in front of you and the energy of the people in the bar. For a few minutes, you’re just having fun, and that’s the most important thing about this, dear Reader.

When the song is over you return to the table. Anathema is finally back, and you notice she’s finished her drink pretty quickly. Good thing you ate before coming. Sardis is clapping for you.

“That was excellent! Great job, Little Moth! Here, have another one on me.” He waves his hand and a second sangria appears IN A FISHBOWL. Oh...Aziraphale and Crowley better cover you later, a hangover while one world-saving duty would suck.

Anathema clears her throat.

“So,” she says, you notice her voice shakes a little. Probably because she downed that drink so fast. “About Jesus.”

“Ah yes,” sighs Sardis, “The prodigal son himself. Well, I will tell you that he is here, though not in this city. Came down in a plane and everything.”

“Ha!” You say, pointing triumphantly, “I told you!”

Sardis chuckles. “Yes, what a day that was. Landed in Los Angeles thirteen years ago.”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“Los Angeles,” says Aziraphale, “Well that’s awfully on the nose, isn’t it?”

“Wait a minute,” You say, “So he’s an adult then, right? Not a baby?” You’re hoping. Your fingers are crossed that maybe he arrived in the states when he was a toddler, or a small kid.

“Oh no, not a baby, but not an adult either,” confirms Sardis.

“Don’t say it,” You beg.

“What’s wrong?” Aziraphale asks. Crowley looks like he’s on alert. Even Anathema looks a little unsure what to make of you.

“Okay actually just say it,” You decide, “How old is he?”

“He’s thirteen.”

“Oh shit,” says Anathema.

“Is he at least one of the nice thirteen year-olds?” You ask hopefully.

“Well,” says Sardis, “He’s definitely white this time, and his family is rich so, what do you think.”

You drop your head into your hands.

“Um, I’m sorry,” Aziraphale interrupts, “But, ah, what exactly is the problem here?”

When, dear Reader, was the last time you were around a 13-year-old boy? The age when they are all about proving how masculine they are, the age when they like to play rough in places where they really shouldn’t be playing rough, be mean for no reason other than because it makes them feel like a badass, jump and hoot and holler and laugh at anyone with sense because they get a kick out of adults getting angry with them. There is no force more annoying or enraging than a 13 year old, of any gender. But now add privileged and spoiled to that and you have a force to be reckoned with. You briefly relay this to Aziraphale.

“So,” You conclude, “The person who we need to convince to save the world, the person who needs to take this seriously or everyone dies terribly, the person who we need to care, has all the makings of the one person who is the least likely to care on the entire planet.”

“Ugh,” Anathema groans, “Why did they have to do it like that? I thought Jesus was supposed to be all about the outsiders and being kind to each other and things.”

“Well,” suggests Aziraphale, “I suppose that was probably the first time around. This time, they’re probably a bit less concerned about the, ah, morality of the whole thing, and more concerned about the messiah bit.”

“Right,” Anathema says with a disillusioned sigh, “And the fastest and easiest way for anyone to become a messiah in this world is to be rich, white, and male.”

“Cutting corners, I believe humans would say,” concludes Aziraphale.

Sardis nods, a frown upon his face. The previously cheerful angel isn’t laughing anymore as he raises his glass and says “To the world.”

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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amaretigris · 2 months ago

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Dreamy Part 2

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A/n: I came up with a part two for this. I hope you guys enjoy 😘

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"Sorry, sorry."

Jonah set his drink down, and brought his hands back up to placate.

"That was a joke. I don't mean to poke fun though. That was a tense situation."

You wiped the baffled look off your face and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I was trying to play along, and just went with my gut. I made it awkward," you grimaced before you took a long sip through your straw.

Jonah noticed the action. His eyes took on a more serious tone, and he reached his hand over to yours to reassure you.

"Hey, it's totally fine, (Y/N). That creep had you all worked up. There's no need to apologize. Besides, it wasn't awkward. I think we were actually pretty believable."

He gave you a soft smile, and watched as a blush tinted your cheeks. You smiled back, and he withdrew his hand.

"We were, weren't we?"

You knit your brow. He nodded.

"I'm sure we'd get along well. What do you like to do in your free time? I can't imagine it's spending it in places like this."

You lifted your eyes in thought.

"I love going to the movies, but besides that and concerts, I'm pretty much a homebody. What do you like to do?"

"I also like going to the cinema, and reading quite a lot. I spend time with my mates when I can."

You smiled at his response.

"So you don't normally come to places like this either?"

Jonah tipped his head.

"Occasionally. Although I do have to say that this bar is not my favorite. I prefer places where you can have a little quiet, and privacy."

"Yeah, that seems like it'd be a better experience. I don't drink much anyway, though," you shrugged.

Jonah smiled.

"Yeah, I try not to drink much either. It fogs the brain too much."

The two of you continued chatting for a while. Jonah was very polite and kind, but you'd guessed that when he protected you from that lowlife earlier. As you sipped more of your margarita, you felt yourself growing a little bolder.

"What do you do for work? Do you model?"

Jonah laughed at that.

"Part time, believe it or not. I'm trying to break into acting, though."

"Yeah, I could see it," you nodded.

"You're kind of dreamy," you offhandedly mentioned.

Jonah was quite amused. You seemed to be a lightweight, considering that you hadn't even finished your drink earlier before that man ran you off and it got tossed. One margarita was all it took.

"Ah, you can see it? Some people don't believe me."

You blew air out of your mouth and made your lips flap. Jonah had to hold back a chuckle. Pretty and funny.

"They're blind, then. I'm sure you get hit on all the time," you waved your hand in his direction.

Jonah shrugged.

"I'm not sure. In that dress, you could probably get more numbers than me."

You opened your mouth in disbelief, and looked down at your outfit.

"No way," you decided, shaking your head.

Jonah lightly chuckled, but took a second to just look at you. You were beautiful in your blue green dress with your cheeks and chest flushed from the alcohol. Your lips looked especially pouty.

"What do you say we-"

"(Y/N)?"

A foreign voice cut Jonah's question short. You both turned in confusion. Oliver, the guy you were originally supposed to meet, stood before you. You blinked, taking a moment to realize who he was. You sobered up quickly.

"Ah, shit," Jonah heard you whisper to yourself.

"Oliver...," you trailed off.

"Listen, (Y/N). I know I'm over an hour late. I apologize. The tube I was on broke down, and it took forty five minutes to get transferred to a new one. Unfortunately, my phone also died because my battery is shit. I know that I'm so late, but I decided to still come and see if maybe you stuck around."

Jonah looked back to you. Your eyes were saucers. You were processing what he said, and you watched as Oliver nervously pushed his glasses up his nose.

"I think that's my cue to le-"

Jonah started to get up from his stool until you reached your arm out to stop him. Your eyes begged him to stay, and Jonah sat back down. You fixed Oliver with a determined look.

"Oliver, I'm sorry as well. I have to be honest. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I didn't really want to come on this date. Ariel made me. I don't think we'd be anywhere close to compatible."

Oliver's eyes dropped.

"Oh," he sighed.

He took his glasses off.

"Well, if we're being honest, I actually overslept from a nap after work. I didn't want to come either. No offense. I'm interested in Ariel, but she was dead set on setting me up with you. I just wanted to be able to tell her that I tried," he shrugged.

Your eyes found Jonah's again, and the two of you burst out laughing.

"All good then," you waved your hand.

"Thanks, Oliver. I'll put in a good word for you with my sister," you gave him a thumbs up.

Oliver got visibly excited, sliding his glasses back on.

"Really? Thanks, (Y/N). See ya."

He nodded at you and Jonah, and turned to march back through the crowd.

You put your hands over your face and shook your head.

"Well, guess my date didn't go as planned," you started. "It's for the best. I was dreading sitting through another boring one, honestly."

You caught Jonah's amused gaze, and a question came to mind.

"Do you think we meet certain people for a reason?"

Jonah swallowed, and he nodded.

"Yes, I do. I think everyone who comes into our lives teaches us something, whether it's good or bad."

You nodded pensively.

"I think you're right."

You took a deep breath, realizing that your buzz was wearing off. You didn't feel nearly as bubbly.

"Well, I suppose I should get going," you started.

"I'll have to wait for an Uber though."

"Where do you live?"

Jonah quirked his brow.

"I'm not asking to be creepy. We could share one is all."

You laughed. He was sweet.

"I live in Nine Elms," you answered.

"Really?" Jonah asked in disbelief.

"That's where I live. See. We were meant to meet, although I am sorry that it was through such unfortunate circumstances."

"Let me call an Uber," Jonah pulled his phone out.

You smiled. It was nice having someone who was willing to help you out for a change.

"Here," Jonah handed you his phone.

"Type in your address, and I'll add mine after. I won't even look at yours."

You chuckled, looking down at the phone to type it in.

"It's okay, really. Maybe since you live so close, we could hang out again."

You tried to shrug and make it seem like a casual suggestion.

"That is, if you don't get too famous for me," you joked.

Jonah grinned.

"You beat me to it. I was going to suggest the same thing. And trust me, dear, I could never be too famous for you."

At his insinuation, you cleared your throat, and finished typing in your address. You handed Jonah his phone back. He typed his in.

"There," he set his phone down for you to see.

"The Uber gets here in ten minutes."

"Good," you started to yawn.

"I feel like I'm starting to crash."

Jonah nodded, and rubbed your arm.

"Probably so. I'm sure your adrenaline was pumping earlier."

You sighed.

"Yeah, it was. I'm going to run to the restroom before our ride gets here," you pointed.

Jonah nodded again, and watched you get up to leave.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you were thankful that you had actually put extra effort into your hair and makeup tonight. You'd almost decided that it wasn't worth it, but now it was paying off. You combed your fingers through your hair, and noticed that you were flushed. It happened every time you drank. Yawning again, you were trying to perk yourself up for the ride with Jonah, but you were so tired.

Walking back to your seat, you admired Jonah's back. He had wide, strong shoulders. Shaking your head at yourself and your thoughts, you grabbed your purse. Jonah stood when he saw you.

"Hey. Are you ready? I think the Uber is pretty close now."

"Yeah, we can go stand outside," you agreed.

You sighed, and grasped your purse strap. You were mentally preparing yourself to push back through the crowd to the exit. To your surprise, Jonah simply grabbed your hand, and led the way. People actually parted when they saw him. You moved through the crowd with ease. Outside, you took a deep breath of fresh air. Jonah led you to the street corner, and the two of you waited there. Realizing that you were still holding his hand, you decided not to say anything about it.

After about a minute, a car pulled up to the curb. The man rolled down his passenger window to talk to you.

"Jonah?"

"Yep," Jonah nodded.

He stepped forward, and opened the car door for you. You slid into the backseat. When Jonah was settled beside you and the driver took off, you turned to him.

"I'm really tired. I might doze off a little. I'm sorry," you warned him.

Your eyelids felt increasingly heavy. Jonah grabbed your hand in his, and stroked his thumb across it.

"That's okay, love. You can lean on me if you need."

You nodded, leaning into his warmth. You closed your eyes, and sleep overtook you. Jonah smiled to himself as you dozed off. This night may not have gone according to plan for either of you, but he thanked his lucky stars that he was there to protect you from that slob earlier. He hated to think of what could have happened otherwise.

He inhaled the scent of your hair, and examined your hand in his. About fifteen minutes passed, and Jonah had laid his head on top of yours. He watched the city pass by through the window. The driver pulled up to your building and parked much sooner than he would have liked, and Jonah hated to wake you. He delicately brushed your hair away from your face.

"(Y/N), I think we're here."

He couldn't help himself. He kissed the top of your head. You finally stirred.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

You sat up, looking around.

"Is this your building?" The driver asked.

"Yes, thank you," you unbuckled your seatbelt.

You turned to Jonah before you opened the door.

"Listen, I seriously don't know how to thank you for tonight. I hope I see you again."

Jonah gave you a soft smile.

"Real quick, can I have your phone?"

You reached into your purse to grab it out, handing it over. He typed in his number, and called it for one ring for good measure.

"There. Now you have my number, and I have yours."

He handed your phone back to you. You looked down at it. Gathering your courage, you opened the door before turning back to kiss Jonah's cheek. You slid out of the car, and quickly closed the door. Walking up the stairs to your building, you considered yourself lucky. In the backseat of the Uber, Jonah touched his cheek, and considered himself quite lucky, too.

#the little mermaid 2023 #jonah hauer king #prince eric #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king x fem reader #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king x you #my stuff

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dairy-farmer · 1 year ago

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The idea of Tim losing a bet and having to walk around topless so that Dick or Jason can grope his tits is rent free in my head. More so if they do it at like the penthouse or their apartment, inviting friends over to play with Tim’s tits because it’s part of the bet Timmy. (Not cause his face is so cute and they want to show off their little brother)

And like just… maybe Tim has a crush on one of them (Roy) and is really blushy which makes Dick or Jason upset because part of this had been to get Tim into the idea of liking HIM that way. So when the friends leave Dick or Jason decide they want to show Tim how much they care for him. In anyway they can.

yesssssssssss i LOVE roytim!!!!!!!! the idea of tim's brothers doing a rigged bet so they can have tim at their mercy. tim loses, of course, because he was always going to lose. and when he asks what they want he's expecting them to make him go streaking naked. he's not expecting them to tell tim to man the grill during one of their 'boys night' parties.

tim has heard of the parties, they're jointly thrown by dick and jason at some stupidly expensive property jason bought a few years back. the parties are a fratboy's dream and exactly what dick and jason love. tim's been invited out to them but always found an excuse not to go because the guest list was dick and jason's friends and tim know if he went he'd be subjected to all kinds of dunking, jokes, and harrassment.

so tim doesn't go.

but then he loses a bet. a bet where his brothers grin like two cats that have spotted a canary with a broken wing struggling to fly away.

they want tim to man the grill for the barbecue they're going to have. which...okay. it's easy enough. tim makes a mean burger and if his brothers and their friends irritate him too much he can just char the shit out of their hot dogs.

but there's a catch. they want him topless.

they want tim to wander around the pool, tits out, topping off lemonade, handing out beers, and bringing out plates of hamburgers and hotdogs.

tim is MORTIFIED at the thought. but he doesn't announce that and he doesn't try to back out. because tim's not about to pussy out of a bet. not when it will get him ripped on for life.

so tim doesn't put up a fight and the day of the bbq arrives and tim is there, grimacing and making margaritas in some board shorts and his tits on full display. he's getting FAR too many appreciative glances and whistles.

tim's tits are small, barely handfuls with pink nipples. yet jason and dick's friends are acting like they're a pack of horndog teenagers who have never seen tits before.

garth and joseph are both respectfully averting their eyes whenever tim comes in close but tim can feel their eyes on his back. tim gets groped a lot, hands come up and cup his tits and pinch at the sides and tim's hands are full most of the time so he can't shoo them away from him.

jason stands behind tim while he's at the grill and putting cheese slices on the burgers, he cups tim's baby tits the entire time, squeezing them and cooing about how his baby brother has the cutest tits in the world.

dick is more annoying. tim can hear the clear click from his camera going off every few seconds and has to keep reminding himself to not dump the 7 layer dip over his head. every time he shoots a dirty look at him, dick just gives a happy little wave and wink.

tim has no problem with this being his punishment for losing a bet.

until roy harper arrives, in a thin muscle tee that puts those arms sculpted by god himself on display.

tim has a...thing. okay?

some people like tits, some like ass- but tim?

oh arms. arms all the waaaay.

and roy's are the finest in the game- bar none.

the definition in his muscles, the thickness of his forearms, the way his hands are bigger than tim's face-

god. tim has had fantasies about those hands, has covered his face and giggled at the thought of those hands picking him up by his little waist. has cum again and again over the thought of those thick, calloused fingers sinking into the heat of his little hole.

god. tim wants roy harper so bad and it's only the distance and unfamiliarity between them that has saved him from humiliation.

but then roy harper is there. he's sitting in a lounge chair with his arms behind his head, flexing his firm abdomen, and letting out a sigh of relief and showing off the thick red bush growing on his pits and peeking out of the top of his swim trunks.

he's wearing red sporty sunglasses but tim can still feel his eyes as they lock on tim. he knows they are because roy starts grinning that cocky smirk that makes tim weak kneed.

"uhhh timmy? the cheeseburgers are burning baby."

tim is thrown off by roy's prescience. he starts burning food so jason takes over. he keeps spilling drinks and dropping cups and straws and plates so dick tells him to have a seat maybe go for a swim because the heat must be getting to him. the whole time tim is stuttering and blubbering, red all the way down to his tits as roy stares at him. tim is using napkins to clean up some spilled lemonade when roy ambles over and starts helping him. he starts talking in that deep voice and leaning over to whisper things in tim's ear and tim can feel himself getting redder and...wetter.

roy slides next to him and a hand comes up to grope tim's tit and tim lets out a little squeal which makes roy's grin widen.

oh. oh tim is in so much trouble because he knows. there's no way he doesn't know. there's no way a single person at the party doesn't know how roy throws him off balance because tim had been perfectly fine with the pinches and gropes and he's been making burgers and running drinks like a well oiled machine....and then roy harper arrived.

yeah. tim has for sure been pegged.

roy stands there, groping tim's tits and cooing about how pretty and red tim is. tim tries not to hyperventilate and to press his legs together because his pussy is just buzzing with arousal.

the entire time, tim's brothers are glaring at both of them. angrily rotating hot dogs and pouting as they made screwdrivers.

timmy was supposed to blush and get flustered over his big brothers touching his pretty timmy tits!!!!!!

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #roytim

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oneshotnewbie · 2 years ago

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Hi! Saw that you write for Carina De Luca and I am so hyped!! Can I request one where Reader waits for Carina at the bar after work and while she waits, there is thus woman who flirts with her? Carina has to watch it, swears un Italian before she goes all jealous mode? (Romantic)

Authors note: My Italian is not that good that I can say I translated everything correctly but I tried. Also, I did not really use swear words, but rather statements that show Carina´s anger because all the swear words I know, somehow did not fit Carina since she is more of a classic woman with decency.

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You looked around, lost in thought. You stood in the front door of the bar, looking for a beautiful Italian woman you had arranged to meet after work here. Your gaze wandered around, but Carina probably had not arrived yet.

You went purposefully to the bar and took the last two seats that were still free. Before you could even take off your coat, the bartender sat down in front of you. She gave you a cheeky grin and you smiled kindly, trying to forget all the crap of the day.

"What can I get the pretty lady?" she asked and you looked at her helplessly. When you went to parties with Carina, you always held back your alcoholic beverages. Otherwise, you were not usually the person who would drink this brew voluntarily.

But on those days when nothing made sense and everything went wrong from the first thing in the morning, you needed something strong. "I dunno, just bring me something strong, please" you answered and she looked at you skeptically but nodded.

You looked around the bar again. There were small groups of tables everywhere, which were all occupied on a Friday evening. People were talking motionless and laughing while you were the only one still sitting alone.

"How come a woman like you is here on her own tonight?" the bartender started mixing the tequila in a shaker with some strawberries that had previously been strained. Her green eyes, sparkling like emeralds in the bar light not leaving you for a second. She scanned you up and down, her head cocked and a faint smile on her lips. "Like me?"

"Sweet, beautiful, charming, classy.. shall I continue?" she poured the strawberry margarita into a suitable glass and placed it in front of you. "Thank you. Both for the compliments and for the drink,"

You thought the bartender would let go of you and get back to work, but she stayed. She leaned on the counter with her elbows, her white blouse revealing a plunging neckline through an open button. You looked at your opposite and took a sip of your drink, it burned in your throat sharply and made you grimace.

The woman in front of you laughed.

"Too strong?" you looked up slightly annoyed and hoped that she would let go of you. You were not a person who would strictly forbid anyone to speak to you or seemed generally antipathetic, but this was something else.

The woman saw the ring on your finger, did you often catch her eyes glancing at the diamond-encrusted, glittering stone in the middle of a silver band that held it in the setting. Still, she was not counting on stopping flirting with you.

Her hand lay on your forearm, gently stroking it up and down with her fingertips. Her long sleeve was perfect cuffed at the elbows, showing an winding tattoo. This woman was persistent. You withdrew your arm from under her touch and leaned further back in your bar stool to gain some distance.

"We do not know each other and I.."

"Hi, I am Ava," your counterpart introduced herself quickly, interrupting your sentence. The brunette held out her hand and a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "And you are?"

...

As soon as Carina entered the old bar, drunk guests fluttered towards the Italian and prevented her from getting a precise overview of the room, in which she was only looking for a single person.

But even though she burned every physical feature of you into her eyes and memory, she could not find you anywhere between the numerous people. You had been swallowed up by the turmoiling crowd in front of her and she groaned in annoyance. "Excuse me,"

Carina tiptoed through the people with difficulty, making the walk into a breakneck slalom while being careful not to pick up spilled beer on her expensive suit or touch any lit cigarettes and get burned.

As she rounded the little corner, she stopped abruptly in her tracks before her jaw dropped. In front of her stretched out a little scene that she had experiences many times before, but which made her incandescent every time. Anger rose up inside her like a thundercloud and she bit her lip in frustration.

Surprisingly, she spotted you sitting at the bar with your back showing to her. In front of you, a brunette whose hair was pulled back into a messy bun, some lose strands of hair framing her face. Her lips covered with red lipstick grinned cheekily at you while touching what was Carina´s.

"Per il mio bene, c'è un giorno in cui non flirta?" (for the sake of myself, is there one day where she does not get flirted on?). Visibly judging, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The brunette wrapped her arms around her body and darted looks were thrown in your direction, which unfortunately were not fatal to the young woman in front of you. Sciocco, che non conosci limiti quando vedi quel fottuto anello a lei dito (Fool, that you know no bounds when you see that fucking ring on her finger)

She walked skillfully and with an upright, straight gait towards the bar while being able to catch the conversation just in time before you could answer the bartender.

"In a relationship. With me. Hi, I am Carina DeLuca,"

Startled, you jerked around in your seat and looked into your girlfriend´s delicate face. Her voice was deep and sounded annoyed, a dark gloming look in her eyes as she looked down at your lips and then back to your eyes while cocking her head to the side.

You could feel your heart start to beat insanely fast at her close presence, the smell of her expensive perfume, that expressed your wife´s contradictory and timeless nature, intoxicated you. Almost like she was trying to lure you to her lips instantly. "You really took your time,"

Carina´s jaw clenched at your remark and her body came dangerous close to yours. With her upper body, she leaned into you, smirking while her lips ghosted over yours. You felt your cheeks heat up at your close distance. Flustered, you watch up at her, feeling your body beaming at the graze of her soft skin on yours.

A strand of hair that managed to free itself from behind her ear fell onto your cheeks, momentarily pulling your gaze away from her lingering eyes before your eyes shut at her close proximity, butterflies filling your stomach. "Ochi su di me, bella" (eyes on me, beautiful). Carina mumbled darkly into your ear, making you shiver at the close distance of her lips on your earlobe, feeling your heartbeat raging in your throat.

Her hand was laying still and quietly over your throat, gently wrapping her fingers around it. With a little bit of pressure on the sides of it, you let out a whispered moan, leaving your mouth gasping before her lips slammed onto your own.

You melted into her touch as she pulled you even closer, your hands unconsciously gripping her waist. "Ti possiedo," (I own you). The brunettes voice was deep and husky. You could feel your breath hitching as you looked into her darkened and heated eyes, filled with lust. Her lips made contact with your jaw line, prepping it with a few small kisses. "Cazzo, mi fai impazzire" (Shit, you drive me crazy)

Carina let go of you and pulled you a little closer before putting an arm tightly around you. She threw a wide, cheeky grin at the bartender but at the same time a glare that reflected pure jealousy.

Unsure, Ava´s fingernails scraped the dark wood beneath her. The whole thing, that played out in front of her made her slightly uncomfortable. Nonetheless, question marks flooded above her head and could lit up whole Seattle. Her curiosity was piqued.

"So.. you are her wife?" she pointed to the ring on your finger and Carina started to chuckle loudly. Carina pulled your jacket off the bar stool and hastily held it open for you to slip into. She was impatient, almost jittery. "No, princess. I got the ring from a children's vending machine and just gave it to her,"

Ava raised her eyebrows sharply and grabbed your empty cocktail glass from the table as quickly as possible. Nervously, she pulled a washcloth from her shoulder and made a beeline for the other side of the bar. Her gaze was constantly lowered without once looking in your direction again. "I did not know you were the jealous type?"

Fully dressed to go out again, Carina grabbed you tightly by the wrist and dragged you through the crowd. She wasted no time pushing people out of her way, just wanting to get you out of here and bring you back to the apartment where she had you all to herself. "Woah, where are we going? I thought we were supposed to stay a little longer?"

"I need to do something about that little flirt you just pulled, teaching you some manners"

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itsbenedict · 2 months ago

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From the beginning | Previously | Coin standings | 4/18 | 2/2

(one of those was my own vote, which I'll be discounting here in order to make the prices line up.)

The bartender prepares various things for you- a TRIG FAIRY TRAUMA FRUITY MARGARITA for Adea, who has had a long fucking day and is in dire need of a drink. You also nosh on some SPINACH SALADS CHIPS AND SALSA, which for no reason you can discern appears to improve your LINKED CLASS by 1 apiece. You also stow away some juice mixers, which the bar sells separately in a I BUCKLE UP, JACK BULK JUICE PACK, as emergency rations which are worth 8 hunger to the 5 Coin. The SELTZERS, APTLY SALTY PRETZELS increase your SUMO ID levels, making you want to bulk up and wrestle- and the BEE'S TURN BEER NUTS are reserved for Adea because Walter can't stand the texture of the red peanut skins.

You also buy some DOMINANT ICICLES MEDICINAL TONICS, which... are just a marketing gimmick for some gin and tonic. Apparently formulated with the original quinine blend and not the sweeter, modern blend, the tonic water ostensibly fights off malaria. Assuming malaria is an issue you've got to worry about in this place. There's some restorative effect- 1 Soul Integrity apiece, so Walter opts to drink some down just in case- but actual medical attention apparently isn't something this bar provides.

(Some people across the bar apparently really dig your "swarm of butterflies" vibes, and buy you some free drinks and snacks. This should keep you up for a while!)

Adea then starts trying to chat up the bar patrons via the butterflies... but quickly discovers that the butterflies seem to garble any nontransactional communication. If it's not about buying or selling, speech gets lost in a haze of barely-meaningful sounds. It's not going to be easy to, say, call the city guard for help this way. Communicating with the real world properly will take a little more effort.

So... you've defeated the LONE THERMOSTATS, and FULLY ROBEd LILY. You've got a few different options, now:

HOWDY, A FAMINE!: Dig up more information about your situation and how to return to reality, by employing the FILIAL TWINS or NETTLE SPECIMEN to access networks and explore files, and maybe FIGHT THY RELIC in the process.

PALAVER THEME: Explore unreached areas of the city... somehow, in search of your daughter. There's no more links on the map, but perhaps there's other routes to unexplored areas where you might RADDER YOUTH FUNGI? Or maybe there's something at the fennec shop that might help.

YOU UNHEARD OWLS: You're both still pretty beat up and unstable, and your Soul Integrity could use a recharge. You may want to prioritize this in case of danger. (Healing to full would cost... like, 77 Coin's worth of patches, or using the Defrag Point at the steampunk spires and spending rations at a similar rate. Or maybe there's some easier way? ...Or maybe you just won't encounter any more real danger.)

Continued | 8/18 | 22/23

#lost in hearts

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year ago

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Does Your Mother Know?

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Reader

Description: You've always been a wanderer - wild of spirit and wild at heart. It figures that you marry a wanderer yourself. So when the two of you are finally in the same place, you capitalize on the opportunity. It doesn't help, though, that all of your husband's aviators seem intent on flirting with you. So you have fun with them.

Warnings: None. This is just cute. Mentioned Hannix

Word Count: 2539

A/N: This is another Discord fueled thought. This time, it's brought to you by ABBA and the movie Mamma Mia! It's a cute (I think so anyways) fic about how the Daggers find out Mav is married!

Also when did Maverick enter my Masterlist?

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

My Masterlist

It's a hot summer night in San Diego. The Hard Deck's got all of the windows and doors open and you're quite content to sip on the colorful cocktail in front of you while you watch the Naval Aviators swan about. You've been coming to the Hard Deck since before Penny bought the place, enjoying the low-key dive bar charm of the place. San Diego’s always been home for you, no matter where your life and career take you.

You love going to bars, really you do. But after months away on a book tour, right now your favorite place for a drink is in your house with your legs thrown over your husband's lap. He makes the best margaritas and you're a simple woman. He's really all you need. Isn't that a jarring realization? Your younger self would be calling you boring right now. You'd spent most of your twenties, thirties, and the better part of your forties jet setting around the world. When your friends were getting married and having kids, you were volunteering in the Serengeti or writing a book in Paris. Sure you've had your fair share of flings, but you never expected to find anyone you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.

Then an aviator with a heart of gold and an ass perpetually on fire laid a line on you in a dingy bar in Italy where you were trying desperately to finish the next chapter of a book for your publisher. Pete took your breath away with just a few words and you found yourself in a committed relationship for the first time in years. It had been a little disjointed, your relationship bouncing from coast to coast as the two of you snatched the odd moments together. In truth, you loved that Pete was as free roaming as you were. So the two of you made it work. You didn't even need to think to agree to marrying him when he popped the question a year into your relationship.

Nearly four years of marriage later, and your husband is still the sexiest man you've ever met, even when he's driving you crazy by pulling crazy maneuvers strapped into the cockpit of a plane. Which is what relocated the both of you to San Diego a few months ago. He'd been at a top secret site out of China Island for a while, doing something he couldn’t tell you about. You didn't care so long as he was safe.

When everything went down with first the Darkstar (which you're not supposed to officially know about) and then the Uranium Mission (also something you shouldn't know) shortly after, you put your foot down. It had been too close to losing the love of your life. That's what Pete is. Even though he's 15 years older than you, he's your heart and soul. This time when the promotion came across his desk, Pete had taken it, you know, more so for your sake than his own. So you finally settled back in San Diego, making the house Pete bought in the 90s a home and enjoying having Pete around permanently.

The permanent station had also meant getting to know Pete's squad. But with book signings and your book tour right after the Uranium Mission, you never got the chance. At least, that is, until tonight. You're still a bit tired, as you've only been home for a couple of days. But Pete had been dragged out for drinks with his squadron, his kids really, and you promised you would meet him at the Hard Deck so you could meet them. You've only met one of his aviators before and that's because you have his life in pictures in a photo album and in Pete's hangar in the Mojave. Bradley’s his kid, so of course you’ve met him.

Pete had told you he'd find you in an hour. It's been a bit longer than that, so you start to look for him in the crush. You’re not the tallest woman in the world, and honestly, neither is your husband the tallest man. You like to joke that he’s perfectly sized for you just as you are for him. Penny's rushed off her feet at the bar, so you can’t even ask her if she’s seen him. So you decide to give it a few minutes before you try again. Just as you settle back down into your bar stool, a body muscles up to the bar next to you. You brace yourself for the inevitable line this young man is going to lay on you.

"Penny, m'dear? Can I get another Stella for myself and a second of whatever the pretty lady is drinking?" That's a Texan twang if ever there was one. This must be the irascible Hangman. You sneak a look at him from over the rim of your cocktail glass and wait to see if he's going to bite at an older woman looking at him. To his credit, he doesn't recoil at all. You smile at Penny when she quirks an eyebrow in his direction as she drops the drinks off. You make a shoo-ing motion with your fingers and settle in for the ride.

"So…" He's smiling sunnily at you, every inch of those pearly whites bared at you. "What brings a gorgeous lady like you to a bar like this?"

You snicker a little at the compliment. Oh, if only he knew. "I've been coming to the Hard Deck for years, kid."

He barely flinches at your nickname for him, continuing to flirt shamelessly as you sip on your drink. You reach your limit when he puts a hand on your thigh. You push it away before drawing the straw between your red lips. If there's one thing your age has taught you, it's how to wear lipstick that stays put. Looking at this flirtatious young thing, a classic song comes to mind.

"You're so hot, teasing me. So you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a kid like you. It's something I couldn't do."

You place one manicured hand against his stomach, lightly tracing your fingers over the rigid muscles.

"There's that look in your eyes. I can read in your face, that your feelings are driving you wild. Oh, but boy, you're only a child." With every word that drops from your lips, you lean closer. You can see him flush darker until he gulps.

To his credit, he doesn't quit though, "So does that mean I have a chance?"

"Well I can dance with you honey, if you think it's funny. But does your mother know that you're out?"

He chuckles awkwardly before turning tail and running away. He starts up a flustered conversation and you see Pete's entire squadron face you while you're sitting at the bar. You give them a cheeky wave and a wink and that's when you see them make the plot to try seducing you. What else could it be?

The next aviators to come up to you certainly are a gorgeous duo. Payback and Coyote if you remember correctly from the last pictures Pete had shown you. If you were about 20 years younger you'd be all over them, but no. Now, Pete's the only man for you. Even so, it's flattering all the same as Payback approaches you first to lay on lines about how you're a class above any other girl in the bar. It's true, you are, if only because you're completely besotted by a man who is a class above any and all of the kids swarming the place.

Your voice is playful and flirty as you respond. "I can chat with you baby, flirt a little maybe. But, does your mother know that you're out?"

He gives up at your coolly amused tone, retreating back to his friends avidly watching the show.

Coyote takes it a step even further, leading you onto the dance floor. You're happy Pete has your phone and wallet because you won't be leaving them on the bar. He's a good dancer, Coyote is. At least until he starts pushing in even closer to you. You tip your head up seductively, and purr into his ear, "Take it easy. Take it easy, better slow down, boy. That's no way to go. Does your mother know? Take it easy. Take it easy, try to cool it, boy. Play it nice and slow. Does your mother know?"

You're not expecting him to blanche outright at your words, though. Of course, when you turn to face the aviators, you see Pete in their midst, horribly unhappy and glaring at Coyote with the entire weight of his disapproval. You just wink at him and grin when he gets the point, smirking at you having your fun.

When you move back to the bar for a soda, it's Fanboy who walks up to the bar to shoot his shot. These young aviators. You'd despair of them if you didn't know their type so intimately by now. When they make a bet, they have to win. Fanboy's tactic is to be seductive in Spanish, trying and failing to ply you with sweet nothings. You drag your eyes up and down, smiling. He's really a cutie. But not your type.

"I can see what you want, but you seem pretty young, to be searching for that kind of fun. So maybe I'm not the one." Your voice is amused as you trail your fingers teasingly down his cheek before sending him away with a pat on his ass.

The aviators cheer when he joins them. Of all the men, only one is left, the sweetheart wearing glasses you know has to be Bob. He takes the most encouragement before he carefully makes his way up to you.

“I’m sorry about them, ma’am.” He’s really very cute. He blushes all the way to his ears when you grin at him. For Bob alone, you make a concession, tugging him close, kissing his cheek so it leaves a crimson lip print before murmuring into his ear, “Now you're so cute, I like your style and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile. Oh, but boy, you're only a child.”

You drag Bob out onto the dance floor, smiling as he stumbles over his feet as you dance with him. He’s even hesitant to set his hands on your waist. You take mercy on him and leave him by the pool table. The others are giving him impressed looks as you move back to your empty bar stool. That's when you see Bradley finally make his way to the pool tables. He’s dressed in his traditional uniform of jeans shorts and open Hawaiian shirt over a white tank. You watch Bradley’s eyes light up as he adds his money to the pot Pete’s standing guard dog over and stands by his side waiting for whoever is left to go.

The only aviator other than your de facto step-son left to try flirting with you is the sole female in the group. The incandescent firebird herself. If there is an aviator that both Bradley and Pete both love to chat to you about, it’s Phoenix. You can see the way she changes her entire posture within a few steps. When she loosens her hair from its bun, you know it’s not Natasha Trace who walks up to you, it’s Phoenix. She’s smiling seductively and you grin fondly at the younger woman. The first thing she does is flag Penny down.

“Hey, Penny!” She’s smiling sweetly.

“Hey, Natasha!” Penny exchanges a look with you as you sip on your cocktail.

“Can I get twenty-four shots of tequila please?” You wince at the thought, having had too many tequila hangovers during your youth.

“Are you sure, Natasha?” Penny’s eyebrows are sky high as she lays the shots down on a tray. But while you’re expecting her to carry the tray back to the pool tables, she stops and downs one shot, then two, then three. That’s when you stop her with a hand on her forearm.

“Whoa, there. Take it easy. Take it easy. Better slow down, girl. That's no way to go.” You push a glass of water to the younger woman. But she just smiles at you stubbornly and downs another shot.

“Nope. M’not stopping. Not until you give me your phone number.” She downs one more, and you wrap an arm around her waist.

“Take it easy. Take it easy. Try to cool it, girl. Play it nice and slow.” You grab the tray in your other hand and stagger her over to where Bob is waiting with a pulled out chair. You leave Phoenix there and turn towards the final pilot to try to seduce you.

“What about you, kiddo? D’you want to try too? Or should I name the winner of your bet?”

Bradley’s smirking at you.

“Dance with me?” He proffers a hand to you as the jukebox begins to play the same song you’ve had running through your head all night. The first thrumming beats of bass send your blood racing. You grin as Bradley leads you into a whirling dance, nearly rushing you off your feet. When the song runs out, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and leads you back over to the pool tables.

“So, who won, ma’am?” You grin at Hangman. “Hey, Brad! Does your mother know that you’re out?”

“Well, seeing as how you’re my godmother and you’re standing right there, I guess she does.” You can’t resist cracking up at the gobsmacked look on the aviators’ faces as they look between you and Bradley like you’ve grown a few extra heads. Pete presses a kiss to your forehead and tugs you close. You peck his lips and rest your left hand against his chest. That’s when Phoenix finally sees the wedding ring.

“Bagman, seriously?!” She’s fuming. “You started this whole-ass bet not noticing that she was married?” She staggers up out of her chair and smacks at his chest weakly. You can’t resist your smile as the bigger man wraps her up in his arms and she goes willingly.

“Pretty sure they’re head over heels for each other.” You whisper that into your husband’s ear grinning at the fond smile Hangman gives Phoenix as he sets her back into the chair and presses water into her hands. This time, you note amusedly, the stubborn little thing actually begins dutifully sipping from the tall glass.

“How do you know, Mrs. Mitchell?” You grin. “Why, Admiral Mitchell, don’t you know? That’s how you look at me, and how I look at you.”

He drags you into a chaste kiss and introduces you officially to his squadron. Bradley’s busy pocketing the cash and you know that you’ve just as easily adopted six more aviators, like your husband had and like you had an inkling you would. So much for any more boring nights. You’ll count yourself lucky if you don’t have to post bail for Pete and one or more of the kids ever again. Though you wouldn't bet on it.

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Hotel - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (smut)

DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18

warnings: mention of toys, fem reader w/ fem anatomy, pillow humping, mild voyeurism/exhibitionism(?), oral (reader receiving), praise, mild degradation, light smacking (thighs, ass), mommy kink. i think that's it?

Being in love with your coworker is not easy. I’m constantly hiding, fearful of her or our other coworkers finding out. What’s even less easy is hiding how turned on you are when you have to room with her.

Emily was wearing that stupidly tight red tank top today, which shouldn't have been enough to get me flustered, but it was. What made my panties begin to feel particularly damp, however, was watching her flirt with an unsub from the other side of the glass. Watching how she pushed out her chest a bit more, twirled her hair, and used her silky voice to imply a fun night made me unable to focus, imagining what it would be like if she was flirting with me instead.

So here I am, in our shared hotel room trying to act casual as Emily freshens up so she can go down to the hotel bar and get drinks with JJ and Penny.

“You sure you don't want to come with?” she asks, walking out of the bathroom to grab her shoes.

“No, but thanks, Em. I’m just really tired. Think I’ll take a shower and relax,” I replied, shrugging.

“Well, alright, but if you change your mind you can always come join us! We’ll probably be down there for at least 2 hours,” she smiles at me and I smile back at her, watching as she closes the door behind her. I wait a few beats.

There’s absolutely no way I’m making it through the night without taking care of myself, and she made it really easy for me to be able to do that. She’ll never even know.

I’m in no rush, so I take my time. I pull my shirt off, gently massaging my boobs through my bra before freeing them and squeezing them more. I pinch my nipples softly, enough to send just a small spark through my spine, sighing in contentment. Running my nails up and down my stomach and hips, I realize just how desperate I am as I shiver. I stand up off the bed, pulling my pants down as well as my panties. I pause for a second looking at the wet patch in the lace, embarrassed despite no one being around. How can I really be that wet when Emily doesn't even try to make me?

Laying back on the bed, I start gently, squeezing my thighs, putting a light amount of pressure just above my clit. I move a finger down, collect some lubricant and move it up, circling my clit slowly with minimal pressure. Instinctively, I reach my other hand out on the bed beside me, reaching for my vibrator. But this is a work trip, so I didn't bring it. Who brings sex toys with them on work trips?

I sigh, realizing I’m gonna have to go back to what I did before I finally had the courage to get my first toy.

I grab two of the pillows, placing them in a stack to help prop my body up so I can get a good angle. Gripping the top pillow, I straddle the pile and guide my cunt to the corner, grinding down. It feels so good, although I miss my usual dildo and hitachi wand combo, it’s good. I grind down again, this time harder; more desperate. Oh yes, this will do just fine to relieve myself. I continue humping the pillow, my hips bucking forward for stimulation. My left hand grips the headboard, my right keeping the pillows steady so I can keep fucking myself at the right angle. I try to keep quiet, but it’s hard when I’ve been so pent up all day. I let my moans out, whiny and desperate, and a few utterances of Emily’s name.

“I thought you were tired?”

I jump, turning to face the door. Shit. Emily’s back and she just caught me humping a pillow, my pussy completely visible. I’m desperate to hide myself under the covers but she steps forward.

“No, no,” she says. “You know, I just came back up to grab a jacket, but this is much better than my margarita.”

I look at her, wide-eyed, still trying to process. She sits on the bed next to me and reaches a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my flushed cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby,” she reassures softly. “We all have needs. What were you thinking about, huh?”

I shift in an embarrassed manner, “I was thinking about you.” My whispered confession feels like I shouted it.

“Aww, you were? You're so cute. Let’s see what we can do to help you.” She pulls the sheets away from my body, revealing my breasts to her. She lets out a groan, groping both of them.

“You have the most beautiful fucking tits, baby,” she says, moving to bite my tits. She starts sucking my nipples, and I moan loudly. Emily pulls away.

“You aren't allowed to stay quiet, you know? You make the cutest noises, and I need to hear them,” she says. She pulls the sheets the rest of the way down, my body on full display for her. My thighs are pressed together, and she gently smacks my right thigh to get them to move apart. I spread my legs slightly, and she cups my pussy.

“Aww, you're so wet, aren't you?” I nod as she presses the heel of her palm on my clit. She kisses my cheek and pulls her hand away.

“Show me what you were doing.”

I waste no time in climbing back up to straddle the pillows and she gets up, standing behind me to watch as I hump the pillow desperately.

I moan every time the pillow fabric pulls against my clit, and I can feel my cunt leaking on the pillows. I close my eyes, grinding faster, the pleasure growing.

“Mommy,” I let out without even realizing it until I hear Emily chuckling behind me.

“Who would have ever thought that you’d have a mommy kink? You seem so vanilla, but I know,” she leans down next to me to whisper in my ear. “You're my dirty slut, aren't you? You're mommy’s whore?” I nod, moving my hips faster.

“Say it.”

“Yes, mommy, I’m your slut! I’m your whore,” I moan out, hips stuttering. “I’m so close, mommy, please!”

“Stop.”

I whine, but stop moving my hips anway. She pulls me to the end of the bed, facing each other, and kisses me deeply. She pulls away, smirking as she kneels down and spreads my legs.

“Oh baby,” she practically moans. “You have the prettiest pussy.” Without hesitation, she presses her mouth to my pussy, licking wherever she can. She circles my hole with her tongue, moving it back up to flick against my clit.

“Mommy please!”

She continues eating me like a starving woman, sucking and kissing my clit. She can tell how close I am as she makes out with my pussy.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, hips bucking. She wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard, making me orgasm so hard that I get dizzy for a second. She continues licking me, claiming she’s cleaning me up. I shiver as I come down from my orgasm. When she’s done, she kisses me once more. She stands up and my eyes follow her. She begins pulling her pants off, and I question her.

“You didn't think I was done with you, did you?”

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