#jd fluff

[youaintnothinbuta]

Jd - “How’d you know it was me?”

Summary: you climb into Jd’s room after your horrible encounter with Kurt and ram in the cow pasture, crying.

Pairing: Jason ‘Jd’ Dean x reader

Warnings: murder plotting? Fluff? Idk it’s Jd what do you expect

Word count: 271

Request something here !

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Jd was woken from his midnight slumber by the familiar sound of his window being forced open, accompanied by muffled sniffles.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice had a slight rasp, not having spoken for a few hours prior.

Through your tears, you managed to mumble, “How’d you know it was me? What if I was a murderer or a robber?”feeling around the dark room as you made your way to his bed.

Chuckling softly, Jd replied, “Murderers don't usually break into houses whilst crying. What’s wrong?” Pulling you close to his chest, he gently brushed your hair away from your tear-streaked face. A hesitant sniffle escaped your nose as you mumbled, “Promise you won't get mad?”

I don’t do promises.

“I promise, baby.”

“Kurt an-and Ram. They— well the heathers called me and— they left me alone with—“ you choppily tried your best to explain what happened. Jd took a very deep breath, your head rising and falling with his body as he did so.

I’m going to kill them. Literally kill them.

“I’m sorry, baby, you can cry, it’s okay, you’re safe with me now.” Jd whispered, kissing the top of your head. You winced, letting yourself cry while being coddled in Jd’s arms. Eventually, you managed to regain control over your breathing, your sobs subsiding. Sniffing softly, you mustered the courage to make a simple request, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Yes, darling.”

Jd drew you even closer to his body, getting comfortable again to sleep with you in his embrace. You pressed your face against his chest and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into sleep.

[lanadelnegan]

The Feeling Was Mutual

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Female Reader

Summary: You and your former friend and co-star, JDM, pick up where you left off years ago when he joins you on set of TWD. Starting with a dinner date and ending with a quickie in the elevator. Warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected public sex, heavy touching and kissing, angst, sexual tension, *Jeffrey is single

Requested by anon <3

Your heart thumped in your ears when the RV doors opened and the gorgeous man you hadn't seen in 10 years stepped out. You tried to stay in character, purposely replacing your googly heart eyes with fearful ones. You studied his every move, noting the new silver streaks in his hair and beard. His voice was deeper than you remembered and his waist skinnier, but it was a nice look on him.

For the past decade, you've avoided him, focusing on your acting career and pushing your growing feelings for him aside. Things were different now. You were both more mature and further along in your careers. And single. From what you last heard. Not that you were checking up on him.

"Eeny. Meeny. Miny. Moe."

When the end of the barbed-wire bat came dangerously close to the tip of your nose, your eyes finally locked with his. His smug gaze softened and for a moment, you thought he was about to break character. A grin threatened to tug at the corner of your mouth, but you mentally pushed it aside, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground. His smirk grew wider before he walked away from you, continuing his impressive opening speech.

"Cut. Amazing! Let's take a break." Your fellow actors stood to their feet, wiping the dirt off their knees and laughing amongst each other. You did the same, glancing at Jeffrey across the set before grabbing a drink of water. He was busy getting to know the others as they welcomed him to his first day on set.

Your back was turned away from him as you took a sip of your water. You hated yourself for being this shy in front of him, purposely stalling on greeting him with the rest of the cast. There was a time he was one of your closest friends but now you only saw him on social media, occasionally dropping a comment on one of his new posts and him returning the gesture.

"Not gonna go say hi to the new guy?" Norman teased.

"Eventually. You?"

"Met him earlier. Seems like a nice dude."

"Yeah, he's -"

"Walking over here." Norman said quietly, giving you a subtle heads up. Your eyes widened as he tilted his chin up at Jeffrey. "Man, that was awesome. Making us all look bad." Norman joked, earning a chuckle from the tall man next to you.

Jeffrey's hazel eyes quickly skimmed over you before settling on your own. "Hey stranger."

You rolled your eyes, playing off your ridiculous grin as he brought you in for a hug. You were always attracted to him, but this new him did something to you. He looked taller somehow. More confident.

"You know each other?" Norman asked.

Jeffrey rambled off to Norman about the movies you made together while you half listened, too busy soaking in his handsome features and the way the corner of his mouth tilted slightly when he spoke.

"And then, one day, she just.. ghosted me." He said jokingly, bringing his hand to his chest like it pained him.

You felt heat quickly rise to your cheeks. "I dunno if that's what happened." You said casually, hoping he'd drop it. Of course you weren't that lucky.

"You stopped returning my calls and texts. I'd say that's.. exactly what happened." Jeffrey tilted his head at you, resting his hands loosely on his hips.

"Well, you guys enjoy your reunion." Norman interrupted, patting Jeffrey's shoulder before walking away.

"What the hell was that?"

"Wasn't a lie." He shrugged, sipping his can of coca-cola.

"So that's how it's gonna be? You haven't seen me in a decade and you want to start it like this?"

He made a satisfied sigh, swallowing his drink. "This is awkward because of you, darlin'. Not me."

You scoffed. With his new found confidence, he was also apparently an asshole. You turned to walk away but he was on your heels.

"Y/n, wait."

You ignored the loud sigh he made.

"Y/n. Stop, can we just talk?"

You turned to face him, opening your mouth to say something, but quickly realized how close your face was to his. Your mind wandered back to one of the first scenes you shot with him - a kissing scene that involved lots of heavy touching. As if reading your mind, his eyes dropped to your lips then quickly back to your eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said genuinely. "Let's start over. You look.. really great."

"So do you. I.. I missed you." You stepped back a couple inches, allowing some space between you so others wouldn't stare.

"How about we get dinner tonight and catch up?"

You thought for a moment then nodded slightly. "Okay, yeah. That sounds nice."

Later that night...

You decided to keep it casual and eat at the restaurant at the hotel you were both staying at. This was just a friendly outing after all. You had to remind yourself of that a few times while getting ready, keeping your makeup light and your outfit nice but definitely not overdressed.

Your phone buzzed just as you were stepping off the elevator. Digging it out of your purse, you smiled at the name on the screen. You were surprised his number was still saved. And that he clearly still had yours.

JD: Got us a table outside in the back.

The nickname for him in your phone stuck after the filming of a show you did together. JD Richter. You smiled to yourself as you walked, remembering a particular scene you shot together that consisted of a king-sized bed and his body hovering over yours. His lips exploring your neck and collarbone. It was your favorite scene you ever shot with him, for obvious reasons. Partly because of the kissing, but mostly because of the way he whispered your name in your ear while on top of you. You real name, not your character name - so quietly that only the two of you could hear it. Shortly after that scene, your friendship grew apart and it was all your fault. He was right, you had ghosted him - stupidly. But tonight you'd make up for it.

You made your way through the restaurant, finding the door to the back patio. The sun was starting to disappear, but the patio was outlined in greenery and warm sting lights.

He stood when he saw you, pulling out a chair beside him. "You don't have to pull my chair out. This isn't a date." You half teased as you both settled into your seats.

"So there's no chance I'm getting lucky tonight? Shit. I wore my fancy underwear and everything."

Your laughs echoed across the patio, slowly fading when the waiter finally approached. After ordering a bottle of wine and a couple of appetizers to share, you took turns catching each other up on the past decade of your lives. He had been in two semi-serious relationships, one of which was fairly recent.

"The last one, I thought for awhile she might have been the one, but then it just didn't feel right."

"What happened?" You asked curiously, sipping your wine.

He hesitated for a moment. "When I got the call about the Negan gig... I broke up with her shortly after that."

"Choosing your career over your love life?" You chuckled like the idea was ridiculous.

"Sound familiar?" He raised an eyebrow at you.

Ouch. He was right.

"I deserve that." You nodded, popping a pretzel bite in your mouth. "But.. why after you got the Negan call?"

"I - uh.." He hesitated again. "Knew I was about to see you again."

You blushed, feeling his knee brush against yours underneath the table.

"Look y/n, I know you don't wanna talk about it. But I need to know. Why'd you stop answering my calls?"

You knew that question was coming.

The truth is, you needed to focus on your career. You were barely a known actress at the time, and Jeffrey had already made a name for himself. When you started developing feelings for him, you knew you had to distance yourself. You wanted to be known for your work, not your love life.

"Fine. I.. I had feelings for you. That I didn't want to have." You admitted, ignoring his gaze and taking a bite of chocolate cake you were sharing for dessert.

"You should have told me." He said, casually wiping a dab of icing from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. You blushed when he brought it to his own mouth and sucked it off with a quick pop.

"I didn't know if you felt the same way."

"So you preferred never speaking to me again?"

Guilt punched you in the stomach and you felt like the worst person in the world. "No. I made a mistake. And when I realized it, I figured it was too late. You already had a girlfriend." You couldn't believe you were finally saying all of this out loud.

He nodded, deep in thought. "Okay."

"Okay? ...That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say, y/n?” He asked, avoiding eye contact and signing the tab.

That you had feelings for me too. That the feeling was mutual. That I made a mistake and we should have been together.

“It’s getting late, we should probably head back.” You said instead.

The walk back to your rooms was silent with the exception of him asking what floor you were on. You stared at him as he leaned back against the elevator wall, sliding his hands in his jean pockets. He stared back at you and you wondered what he was thinking, but stubbornly, you weren't going to be the one to speak first. When the elevator doors opened, he motioned for you to lead the way, so you did until you came to a stop at your door.

"Well, thanks for dinner. It was nice." You finally spoke, annoyed that you lost at your little silent game.

He nodded. “Yeah. Any time.”

You opened your mouth again to speak but he was already walking away. “JD.” He stopped, looking back at you over his shoulder.

Come inside. Stay with me. Let's do what we should have done a long time ago.

"...goodnight." You said instead.

"Night, y/n." He disappeared down the hall and you drifted into your room, disappointed and frustrated with yourself.

You kicked off your clothes, replacing them with your favorite silky night gown before falling into bed defeatedly. You closed your eyes, still feeling a buzz from the half bottle of wine you finished.

Imagining Jeffrey on top of you and whispering in your ear, your hand slipped between your legs. You easily rubbed your clit, considering your panties were on the floor with your other discarded clothes.

You were growing hotter by the second until your phone chimed from the nightstand. You sighed, picking it up and squinting at the bright screen.

JD: The feeling was mutual.

Your heart flipped at his confession and you jumped out of bed. You didn't bother slipping on shoes as you flung open your door. You took one step around the corner and immediately slammed into his tall figure.

"Oh.. hey.. I was just.." You rambled nervously, suddenly losing your courage.

"Me too." He said, slamming his mouth to yours and pressing you against the carpeted hallway wall.

He tasted like wine and chocolate cake, mixed with a hint of tobacco. The flavor alone enough to make your knees weak. He devoured your mouth and tangled his tongue with yours until you were breathless. Pulling away slightly, his mouth dipped to your neck, tracing his lips against your sensitive flesh. Your hand reached for his hair while the other wrapped around his wrist and guided it towards your soaked center.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away and looking at you. "Fuck, we can't do this." He ran a hand through his tousled hair.

"Oh.." You said, cheeks flushed. "Right.."

"Here. Someone could see us." He clarified. You exhaled a breath of relief as he guided you quickly to your room, placing his hand on your lower back.

"Oh no.." You panicked slightly, realizing your room key was on the other side of your door.

"Fuck. Come on." He led you to the elevator and luckily you didn't have to wait long before the doors opened and you stumbled inside the small space. His lips were on yours again as he clumsily pressed the button to his floor.

"I don't think I can wait another second to be inside of you." He said against your mouth, running his hand up your thigh and feeling your bare pussy. His finger slid through your wetness. "Fuck baby.."

"Then don't." You fumbled with the belt on his jeans. Pressing his forehead to yours, he helped you quickly unbuckle him.

You almost moaned at the sight of his cock when he pulled it free from his pants. He was rock hard and already leaking precum. Before you could admire it any longer, he lifted one of your legs around his hip and held it there, guiding his length to your slick hole. You were so wet and ready for him, you wouldn't be surprised if you were making a puddle all over the elevator floor.

He rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating his cock in your juices before stopping at your entrance.

"If you want to take this slow, we can."

You shook your head no, eager for him to be buried deep in your cunt already.

"You sure? I could take you back to your room.." He whispered in your ear. "And eat this pretty pussy before I fuck it."

"JD.." You almost yelled. "Please just -"

He pushed forward suddenly, entering you hard with one full thrust and stretching your walls perfectly. Your mouth fell open as he pressed fully against you, his cock buried so deep in your cunt it was almost painful. He let out a hoarse groan before sloppily kissing you again.

"Fuck, doll. You feel fuckin' good."

His hips began moving slowly, allowing you to focus on every inch of him. The elevator door opened for a few moments but he didn't stop. Luckily no one was on the other side and it finally closed.

His movements quickened and the moans from both of you filled the small space. You didn't care that someone was probably watching from the other end of the camera in the corner. Or that you could be caught at any moment and end up trending on the internet. You were too focused on each other. At how amazing he felt inside of you, like his cock was made for you.

"Oh god, fuck. I'm-" You couldn't finish your sentence before your pussy clenched around him and your legs shook beneath you. He watched you, his eyelids heavy as he felt his own release coming.

Suddenly the floor felt like it was falling from under you when the elevator started to descend.

"JD.." You said panicked, trying to push him away. But his grip tightened around your thigh and he continued thrusting, faster.

"JD..!"

Jeffrey stilled, letting out a couple of sharp grunts before spilling his load inside of you. "Fuck.. fuck." He pulled out of you quickly, stepping to the other side of the elevator and zipping himself up in his jeans. He held his wrists over his unclasped belt buckle as the doors began to open.

One would never be able to tell you just fucked.

Besides your flushed cheeks.

And his messy hair.

And the handprint on your thigh.

And the heavy breathing.

And-

The doors slowly departed, revealing Norman standing on the other side.

Oh fuck.

He squinted, eyeing you both suspiciously as he grinned, long enough for the doors to begin to close.

"I'll catch the next one." He said before they shut completely.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Oh my god.. you think he knew?"

Jeffrey took a step towards you, placing his hand on your lower back and pulling you towards him. "Probably. Especially if he noticed my cum running down your legs."

[carlisles-girl]

could you do jason dean dating a reader who’s shorter than him? fem or gender neutral is fine! :3

a/n: this one got a little spicy my apologies but hope you enjoy <3

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Jason Dean Dating Someone Who’s Shorter Than Him (Headcannons)

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I feel like JD would love to date someone shorter than him, though I don’t think he’d have a preference either way.

But if you’re shorter than him, it definitely would give him a feeling of power over you.

He’d definitely be a bit more demanding and demeaning.

He’d never seriously make fun of your appearance or things you can’t control.

But he’d obviously do it as a joke.

JD loves how his jacket would be bigger on you than it is on him.

“You look like 2 kids stacked under there.”

“Shut up.”

Loves loves loves when you ask him for help reaching something.

“Need help there, munchkin?”

“Yes please, but don’t ever call me that again.”

He doesn’t stop calling you that.

It’s his favourite pet name for you, besides darling, of course.

Doesn’t matter if you’re an inch shorter than him or multiple, he’ll still call you munchkin.

“We should get a munchkin cat, maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.”

“Oh shove it, JD.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“…”

“You weren’t this quiet last night either.”

“Get a job.”

Loves holding your hands during sex.

Like, above your head, pinned on the mattress type of holding hands.

During motorcycle rides, he tells you to hold on tight so you don’t fly away like a napkin.

“Coulda used a napkin last night, couldn’t ya?”

“What, for your face?”

“I can’t win.”

Loves tickling you because he knows you can’t get away.

But also because he likes the power he has over you since he knows you can’t get away.

“Bro, stop, please, I’m gonna piss my pants.”

“….Did you just call me bro?”

Hates when you call him bro or dude or anything of the sort.

It means you see him as your equal, and he doesn’t really like that.

He’s already got the height-power-thing against you, why do you see him as an equal and not above you?

Will probably ignore you for awhile just so you can apologize to him, wearing his shirt or sweater that almost completely drowns you out.

Again, the power thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“…Calling you bro?”

“Okay.”

Probably won’t apologize to you though if he calls you something you don’t like.

Unless you’re really upset by it.

“…Sorry.”

Make-up sex goes crazy after things like this.

Definitely not into you being dominant at all, but if you really wanted to, he’d let you ride him but only if he gets to guide your hips.

Bro’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He’d make sure you finish though, no doubt.

Loves the cuddles after where he gets to hold you.

You, in his shirt after a warm shower where he washed you and your hair, and he gets to cuddle?

No hesitation he says yes.

Loves to hold things above your head like those loser guys in the halls at school.

But he only does it so he can hear your ‘I love you’ after with a kiss.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[starletdawn]

palces out of paragraphs

You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

[defnotv11]

| 𐙚 Jonathan Davis x Fem reader dating head canons

warnings: Jealousy, nun else.

Authors note- I figured I’d start posting on tumblr as well, I’m still kinda new to writing and learning a few things but I’d be so grateful if you guys could give me some tips to improve so that you can enjoy my stories a lil better!

𐙚 | Whenever you go shopping with Jon, he always makes it a point to follow you around the store. He pretends to browse different items, but his true motive is to stick close to you. He finds joy in watching you intently as you look at different things and try to make decisions. Whenever you pick up anything that piques your interest, he would make comments like "You want that?” or “That would look pretty on you.”

𐙚 | In public, Jon's hands would constantly find their way onto your body, whether it be gently holding your hand, or placing his hand on your waist. Whenever other men would stare at you or take a quick glance, His grip would tighten, a slight frown on his face as he would pull you a bit closer, as if claiming you as his. The jealousy and insecurity were almost always present, but he would never let you see it. He just loves you so much and wants to protect you.

𐙚 | he absolutely LOVES when you play with his dreads. Whenever you guys would cuddle, He would practically melt when your hands went up to his hair. A small smile playing on his lips as you would twirl his dreads with your fingers. he would lean into your touch, completely content.

𐙚 | Whenever Jon would be sitting on the sofa and writing lyrics in his notes, you would be laying in his lap just keeping him company. He would often find you snoozing in his lap while he was engrossed in writing lyrics in his notes. He would look down at you with a soft smile, his hand gently caressing your hair as he continued to work. He would try not to disturb you, letting you rest as he focused on his lyrics. Sometimes, he would even stop for a moment just to admire your peaceful expression and how cute you look when you sleep. ♡

𐙚 | Or he’d ditch his writing and snuggle with you as you both would end up taking a nap together

𐙚 | After shows backstage, Jon would immediately seek you out, greeting you with a passionate kiss and a tight bear hug. Despite the sweat, you didn't care, just happy to be with him again. You'd shower him with compliments, telling him how amazing he was and how proud you were of him and the band. Jon would blush a bit at your words, his heart swelling with love and appreciation for you.

𐙚 | he would call you his pretty girl, baby, love, sweetheart, honey etc

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Hey!!, would you do a R-Truth x reader (platonic) fic?. Reader helps R-Truth break into the Judgement Day's clubhouse to steal the tag team titles but they end up getting caught by Finn and JD. R-Truth then spills the tea that reader has a HUGE crush on Finn hehe.

●Finn Balor x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing backstage leaning against a production box, I am sipping on my energy drink and playing on my phone when I hear someone yell my name.

"Y/N!"

I look up and see R-Truth walking over towards me with a camera guy behind him.

"Hey Truth!"

"Y/N! Can you help me break into someone's locker room? I know you have done it before."

I smirk looking away from him than back at him laughing a little.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. But! I will help you! Whose locker room are we breaking in to and why?"

"The Judgement Day. I want to get the tag team titles back for me and Miz."

"I'm in."

"Even with your crush on...."

"Shhhhh Truth! Let's go!"

I grab his arm and start walking down the hallway as the camera guy follows us but isn't recording anymore.

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*Finn's POV*

Walking back to the locker room with Damian and JD, we start hearing music coming from the direction of our locker room. We walk up seeing the door is cracked open and I look at JD.

"Thought I told you to lock the door."

"I did."

I look at Damian than back at JD than back at the door. I grab the doorknob and slowly push the door open revealing R-Truth and Y/N dancing around the locker room with music blasting, our tag team titles around their waists and R-Truth has a plate of powered donuts in his hands. There is powder all over the place and they don't seem to care. Y/N looks really good with my title around her waist. I snap out of it when Damian slaps the back of my head because I must have been staring. Damian walks over and turns the music off causing Y/N and R-Truth to freeze up.

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*Y/N's POV*

The music shuts off and I freeze looking over seeing Damian has turned the music off and Finn and JD are staring at us in the doorway with a camera guy behind them. I nervously smile at them as Damian shakes his head, grabs his title and walks over to Finn and JD.

"You two deal with this. I don't have time. I have a match to go get ready for."

He pushes past them and I take a deep breath. They turn back to look at us and shake their heads.

"Why are you two in here? You made a mess of our whole clubhouse!"

"Well I came to get the tag titles back for me and Miz. Y/N came along because she has a huge crush on Finn and to help me break in."

My eyes go wide and my jaw drops as I look at Finn and JD than at R-Truth.

"Truth!"

"Oh! Sorry! She doesn't have a huge crush on Finn! My bad!"

He drops the plate of powdered donuts onto the couch, take the tag title off, hands it to JD and skips out of the locker room. I take the title off my waist, walk over, hand it to Finn and go to walk out of the locker room. Finn puts his hand up hitting my collarbone area and stops me from walking out. I take a deep breath and slowly look over at him.

"Is it true?"

"Yeah. It's true."

"How about you go get cleaned up and we can go out for some food and drinks after Raw tonight?"

I smile a little looking into his eyes as he is staring back at me smiling.

"I would really like that."

"I will see you in a little bit than."

He moves his hand and I smile really big walking down the hallway. R-Truth comes up next to me smiling putting his arm around my neck.

"Did it work? Did he ask you on a date?"

"He sure did! Tonight!"

"I knew this plan would work!"

[mypoisonedvine]

OMG OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOGETHER I CANT BREATHE!!! can i please req a dark eddie x shy innocent girlfriend reader who always keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to anyone (except eddie ofc) bc she has a stutter and has been bullied by jason but she doesn’t tell eddie because she’s afraid of what he’ll do but at lunch when she’s with him and his friends talking jason makes fun of her even making her cry and eddie just loses it! I LOVE YOU!!! srry for rambling😭😍🥰

WE'RE ALSO VERY EXCITED THAT WE'RE TOGETHER and we also can't breathe cause we keep laughing at stupid tiktoks lmaooo

just a heads up, I know you said dark eddie in the fic but it wasn't giving dark to me so I wrote it more traditional, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna have bex do this one but we realized it's a lot like their fic mighty protector so I decided to try my hand at it instead!

warnings: bullying, fluff, jason sucks

When you first transferred here, everyone just thought you were silent; that was what you wanted, actually, but it never lasted long enough. It was only a couple of weeks before you had to say something in front of them, and the longer you waited to speak, the more anxious you were to finally break the silence-- and anxiety was what made your stammer show up in the first place.

In those weeks of silence, Eddie had found a way to fall for you without getting to talk to you at all. Amazingly, even after you humiliated yourself in front of the entire English class and became the laughingstock of Hawkins High, he still asked you out; you rejected him the first time, actually, convinced it was a joke. Then, when you figured out it wasn't a joke, you rejected him again because you were too nervous to say yes.

Technically, you never said yes to that first date... he showed up at your house, with flowers and a blanket and a packed picnic basket, and you joined him on your own front lawn. And yes, he made you stammer-- and blush, and laugh. From that day on, you had a permanent seat at the Hellfire table at lunch, with Eddie's arm draped over your shoulders.

Of course, not every day could be perfection. There was still Jason.

"Hey, freaks," Jason greeted you all as he walked by, looking incredibly proud of that incredibly low-hanging fruit.

"Keep moving, shitstain," Dustin called back with a roll of his eyes.

"That's rich coming from you, freshman-- did you just get out of diapers or what?" Jason retorted.

For some reason, that really pissed you off, probably because you could remember being new here too. You knew you shouldn't say anything-- you hardly ever did, knowing what would happen if you opened your mouth-- but for once you wanted to speak up for something you cared about. Or, someone. You put all your concentration into the words on your tongue, clenching your fists and praying to any god that would listen to just. not. stutter.

"B-b-back off!" you blurted out. The whole table, and Jason's crew of jocks, went silent. Then, they started laughing.

Your face heated up and your eyes watered as you looked down. "Nice one, d-d-d-d-dork!" Jason imitated with a loud cackle. Dustin and Mike looked guilty, like it was somehow their fault; Eddie started to get up out of his seat at the table, but you squeezed his shoulder.

"D-don't," you whispered to Eddie. "He's j-j-just trying t-to get you in t-trouble. L...Lll--"

You were gonna say 'leave him alone', but 'L's were the hardest. You didn't stammer on this, specifically, but you got... stuck. And you hated it most of all, it made you feel like a complete lllllloser.

"Oh, look-- I bet she's whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Jason noticed you talking to your boyfriend, putting on a mocking impression with a high-pitched voice as he continued: "D-d-d-do me, Munson!"

A hand on his shoulder wasn't nearly enough to stop Eddie after that; he all but leapt out of his seat and pounced on Jason, taking him to the ground.

He got a few hits in, but it was only a few seconds before Jason's douche army was all over him; honestly, they would've probably really hurt him if there hadn't been teachers nearby to break it up.

The other thing about teachers being nearby, though, is that they saw Eddie technically 'start it.' Of course, they'd never give detention to a basketball star like Carver, and they were always looking for excuses to bust the stoner-slash-super-senior.

You tried to sweeten the deal, though, as repayment for him getting himself detention to defend your honor: you wrote him a note that you paid another delinquent to smuggle in to him.

Hey Ed,

I know I should say this to you in person, but I wanted it to be perfect, no stutters.

I love you.

~

Your heart was already racing as you waited for him to be released from detention; when you saw him burst through the front doors and come bounding towards you, you stood up from where you'd been sitting on the steps outside.

"My-- my poor b-boyfriend," you cooed as he wrapped you in a bear hug and kissed the top of your head.

"Didn't miss me too much while I was incarcerated, did you?" he smirked.

"D-d-desperately," you replied. "D-did you... get my note?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

You pouted a little, getting nervous. "D-do you have... anything to... say t-to it? I m-mean, what I said..."

"I won't respond to what you said until you say it," he insisted.

"Eddie!" you whined.

"C'mon, princess, loud and proud," he demanded.

"B-but I wanted it to be p-p-perfect!" you complained, your heart racing as you just knew you would mess it up if you tried to say it right to his face like this. Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath; praying didn't work last time, so you just said it a thousand times in your head like you wanted it to come out: I love you Eddie, I love you Eddie, I love you-- "I llllllove you, Eddie."

You cringed as you heard your impediment come through, but then you softened when you felt Eddie's lips press to yours. Smiling into it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. "Sounded perfect to me, princess," he whispered. "I love you, too."

[halfratsalready]

Brezziana: You know what’s funny about Jack? He’s my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably.

[voidesart]

Stolen bag, stolen heart.

Pairing: Jason Dean x reader

Word count: 447 words

Warnings: none

Summary: while in a hurry, you accidentally steal a cute guy’s bag.

Fandom: Heathers (1989)

Type: fluff (?)

Authors note: first fanfic on my new account, WHOOO!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” You didn’t look at the person you bumped into, but it wasn’t hard to guess by his long black trench coat. You hadn’t even talked to him properly, this was technically your first time interacting with him. That didn’t mean you hadn’t noticed him though. Jason Dean was not that sore on the eye.

Both of yours bags had fallen onto the ground. Without giving it a second thought you quickly grabbed a bag and ran for to your class. You were already late and being late for class always resulted in a long talk about why being on time is one of the most important things as a human. You yelled another ‘sorry’ over your shoulder as you ran, making eye contact with Jason.

Before JD could react you were gone. His eyes followed your person as it entered the classroom, before he looked at the bag on the floor, noticing it wasn’t familiar. He groaned and crouched down to grab it, even though he had a free hour, he wasn’t keen on barging in a class to get his bag back.

As you entered the class you felt a difference in the weight you were carrying. You looked down and noticed that you weren’t carrying your own bag and let out a frustrated sigh. As you were about to turn around to find the owner again, you heard the teacher clear her throat. This really wasn’t great timing.

The class went by very slowly, but when it was finally over you almost ran out of there.

You quickly went towards the cafeteria looking for the guy in the trenchcoat, knowing he would want his bag back just like you wanted yours, when you heard footsteps coming from behind you, You turned around and kept your gaze focused on the bag in your hands.

“You’ve got my bag-“

“I know, I’m sorry! I should’ve just ran back towards you but the teacher didn’t allow me and-“

You were cut off with a soft chuckle, you looked at him in confusion.

“You know, you’ve said sorry more times then we’ve talked. You say that a lot don’t ya?” He said, you could hear the grin radiating from his sentence. Blushing from embarrassment you finally looked up at him, His blue-Green eyes meeting yours. “I feel it a lot.” You said with small smile.

“Well you should, you bump into me, steal my bag” he says, his grin turning into a smug smirk, “and I don’t even get to know your name.” You look at him, smile, and properly introduce yourself.

“A stunning name, for a captivating person.”

[queen-of-roaches]

Sigh.

How BROZONE will react to you on your period.

Kill me.

Warning: nothing, just fluff and comfort

Request for more, idc what you want I’ll give it.

Hopefully I have enough sanity.

Theres also some curse words, so beware <3

Let’s start with the man himself,

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND

JOHN DORY.

Good luck.

Dude literally freaks the HELL out once you tell him your in pain

Do you REALLY expect him to know what a period is? He’s been living in the middle of nowhere for like 20 years with no social contact with anyone.

Once you say “I’m on my period” he’s confused, once you explain it to him (however you want idc) he’s disgusted but also concerned for you

I mean who wouldn’t after being told you piss blood every single month and have terrible cramps all day.

I would like to imagine once you explained, he would take care of you. Like give you cuddles, give you whatever you need, medicine, food, chocolate, water, etc etc.

After giving you everything you need for the day he comes into bed with you and snuggles with you

He probably suffocated you during the night on accident when you both were sleeping

The pressure on your stomach felt nice since he’s all warm and stuff.

SPRUCE/BRUCE

:/

Spruce? Well he isn’t as worried as JD, but he’s still a little concerned

Once you tell him your cramps hurt like hell, he’ll give you stuffy for your tummy and water and food that you requested for

He would lay next to you in your bed, you on your phone and him holding you from behind. His chest against your back.

He would rub your hip as he snuggled against you

The plushie against your stomach kinda helped a little.

The plushie had a little pressure against your tummy which felt kinda nice.

He has like 13 kids, ofc he knows what a period is.

He would go to the store and get you pads, tampons, or whatever things you need.

He just lets you sleep in for the week instead of working in the restaurant

You can’t lie he’s pretty cute when it came to comfort ❤️

CLAY

Baby boy Clay is a little worried.

I mean he’s used to Viva having her period I guess

But he’s just a little confused on how to take care of you.

He went to viva to ask for help-

Once he got some info, he asked what YOU wanted.

You told him you just wanted him to be with you through this, or whatever

He would sit on your bed, his back against the head board

He would lay your head on his lap and talk about one of the books he read in the sad book club

You listened to him speak sadly about the book that was about a black widow who ate her husband-

He’s weird in books

You could tell by this conversation.

He would also make you food if you want, and give you some water or a drink of your choice.

While your head laid on his lap he would rub your back, slowly going up

Resting his hand on your neck, his hand scooted up and played with your (long, short) hair.

FLOYD!

Jesus. Floyd is the most baby emo boy when it comes to you already.

When you said you were on your period he melted and started to tell you words of encouragement.

He got extra blankets and shut the windows, closing the curtains.

He turned the lights off, gave you water, soup, a heating pad, rubs on your thighs and tummy, and turned on the tv watching ‘the Lorax.’

He would be in between your legs, his head on top of your stomach as he caressed your thighs.

It felt nice to be touched by Floyd, he was always so gentle and soft when it came to comfort.

He placed a soft kiss on your tummy, saying “it’s okay…” and “I’m here”.

He’s such a sweetie boo ✋🤨

Idk if I should do Branch or not. I’ll work on it tho

[adorethedistance]

Sweet Creature - Jamie Drysdale x Reader (platonic!Trevor x reader)

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, mild roasts

Words: 1529

Summary: Domestic bliss featuring everyone’s favorite baby ducks.

A/n: I’m gonna be straight up. I fucking hate this piece. I hate it with a burning fiery passion but if I don’t post it I feel like I’ve just wasted the last few weeks that I’ve spent drafting it so here ya go

“You haven’t seen it?” I nearly screech out of pure astonishment, sitting up from my relaxed position on the couch. Jamie smiles skeptically and shrugs his shoulders with his arms outstretched lazily.

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dvcree did not put their whole Pedrussy into making these Pedro Pascal edits for you to have no idea who I’m talking about.”

“Who?!”

“Ugh, that could’ve been so funny if you were just a little bit more meme-cultured. TREVOR!” I yell from the livingroom which leads the energetic boy to poke his head out of his bedroom door.

“What’s up?”

“Have you seen the Pedro Pascal edit?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you!” I make a face and Jamie to emphasize my point. He slowly shakes his head as he laughs and absentmindedly lifts the knot of his grey hoodie’s drawstring, tucking the woven cotton between his teeth. As the moment of my disbelief passes, I move over to lay down, pressing my left cheek against Jamie’s toned chest.

We’ve been laying on the couch and watching the Last of Us for the better half of an hour, with Trevor occasionally coming by to refill his water bottle and comment on the display of affection between me and Jamie. Our lazy days are nothing short of blissful and I couldn’t be more content with life at the moment.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not on TikTok!” Jamie argues while shifting to accomodate me, wrapping me in his arms, and resting the injured one on the surface of my back. What little of his skin that’s exposed is slightly cool to the touch, and I remember Jamie runs cold more often than not. I’ve been unintnentionally leeching off of his body heat since the outfit I wore today was better suited for the Irvine sun, and not his air-conditioned apartment.

“Well, you should get it. I’m tired of texting you links when I could be sending you DMs.”

“Ugh. I just can’t be bothered.”

“Whatever. Old man.” I momentarily lift my head from Jamie’s chest and pout my lips. He playfully squints at me for a second, then pecks my lips before pressing play on the last few minutes of the episode. The rhythm of his breathing is relaxing for me, and despite the episode only having five minutes left, I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier. The warmth of our body heat between us soothes my soul, and my muscles release after a long day of productivity. If I went back in time to tell myself that a random apartment unit in Orange County would one day be the most comfortable place in the universe, I might’ve laughed in my own face.

Jamie feels like heaven.

Better than heaven.

He feels like home.

Small breaths escape my parted lips as I sink deeper and deeper into the feeling of his body against mine. And I can’t help smiling gently as I feel his heart momentarily keeping time with a song in the show. The soft fabric of Jamie’s hoodie smells like his favorite cologne over the sweet, comforting smell of his natural scent. His chest vibrates when he hums a small laugh at a joke one of the characters cracked. I’m not sure if he’s noticed my slow descent into unconsciousness, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Good episode,” he says decidedly, waiting a moment. “Y/n?” He whispers softly, unsure of my lack of response. I could say something back if I really wanted to, but with how comfortable the entire situation is, I’d rather just let the exhaustion consume me.

Jamie then grabs his phone from the armrest of the couch behind his head, opens it, and types something before his arms come to rest. In a moment, Trevor comes out of his room and asks,

“What do you need?”

“Shhhh!” Jamie hushes Trevor as he walks in loudly. “Is she asleep?” He asks quietly. Trevor shuffles around the back of the couch to stand in front of the tv, looking at my face most likely.

“Yes.”

“That was fast.”

“No kidding. She’s a cute sleeper.”

“Unlike you.”

“Hey!”

“Shhh.”

“What’s your guys’ dinner plan?”

“I think she wanted to cook something for all three of us but now that she’s out I guess I gotta do some decision-making.”

“Just order something on door dash,” Trevor says plainly as he shuffles back around the couch and into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“I got something earlier this week, my mom’s gonna ask questions.”

“I forget you’re still on her account. Loser.”

“Shut up.” The hushed tone of their chatter is comfortable and I quickly fall asleep in the safety of my boyfriend’s care.

____________________________

When I come back to, the first thing I notice is that Jamie is no longer underneath me. My eyes flutter open. I’m laying on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch under a grey blanket that I recognize to be the one-off of Jamie’s bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I turn to face away from the seatback of the couch and find Trevor and Jamie seated on the floor, an assortment of takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Trevor nods a greeting as Jamie takes a bite of food.

“Were you just watching me sleep?” I ask, slightly freaked out.

“Yes.” Jamie almost chokes on the bite of food, shoving Trevor’s shoulder which makes them both laugh.

“No,” he starts to clarify, “We were just sitting against the couch and when we heard you stirring, we thought it’d be funny to stare at you.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like, half an hour?”

“You want some pad thai?” Trevor holds out the box of food he’s eating from and I nod shyly. Jamie passes me an unwrapped pair of chopsticks and I thank him quietly, tucking into the half-eaten box. We sit quietly for all but thirty seconds before Trevor is talking about how we need background music. He puts 1989 on shuffle on the tv and Jamie and I roll our eyes perfectly in sync.

“How dare you! Both of you!”

“Honestly, Z, you’re too predictable. Only one person here out of the three of us had Taylor in our Spotify wrapped and I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t me.” I shrug from behind my box of food. Trevor scoffs before eating an entire dumping whole.

“She was in mine but she was not number one,” Jamie adds insult to injury.

“Okay then, fine. What about this?” Trevor asks, turning on a song by Luke Combs that I’ve never heard. Jamie’s expression is slightly annoyed but delighted all the same. He responds decisively,

“Much better.”

“What?! Am I missing something?” I ask.

“The whole team’s calling him Luke Combs since Jamie’s guitar learning adventure began, but he can only play two chords of one country song.” I look at Jamie for confirmation and he simply nods, biting the inside of his cheek absentmindedly.

“Really, Jame? Two chords?”

“I’m working on it!”

“Yeah, he’s working on it!” Trevor jokingly jumps in to Jamie’s defense, “Like you could do better!”

“Bitch, I can play guitar!” My argument silences both of them immediately. The two boys share a look and then Trevor is off, racing to grab the instrument from Jamie’s bedroom.

“You’re lying, there’s no way.”

“While some of you were busy dedicating a gazillion hours a week to hockey practice, the rest of us expanded our skill sets.” I take the guitar as Trevor hands it to me and situate myself before strumming a quick brush through and immediately cringing. “Your A string is flat.” Jamie looks at me confused, and I extend my hand to take the instrument from him. He yields and passes it over, allowing me to remedy the issue. After tuning the string, I smile and move to hand Jamie the guitar back but he doesn’t move. Instead he nods, urging me to play and I take a deep breath.

“It’s been a while…”

“Oh, don’t back out now!” Trevor teases and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. I adjust my grip, racking my brain for a song, any song. My mind settles on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles and I decide to just go for it. I’m a tad rusty but other than that I have the melody under control. The song is pretty enough on it’s own and I trail off after the first chorus, overcome with a newfound shyness at the looks Jamie and Trevor are giving me. Jamie’s lips are parted in awe and Trevor bursts out laughing.

“You might as well give up now, Jimmy.”

“Lucky for him, I’m an excellent teacher.” I say with a smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Jamie snaps back into reality and begins blushing like crazy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever sound like that.”

“You just need practice. I have a few more years on you so of course I’m gonna sound better than someone who’s just starting. You’ve got this and worse case scenario I can help.”

Jamie smiles sweetly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Will you play it again?”

[youaintnothinbuta]

I ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR J.D X READERS!! I FOUND THEM THE OTHER DAY AND I CANNOT GET OVER THEM. SO CAN I GET A JD x FEM!READER BUT SHES LIKE SUPER OBLIVIOUS. AND J.D GETS FRUSTRATED BECAUSE WE KNOW HIM AND JUST CHAOS ENSUES BECAUSE HE THINKS THERES SOMEONE HE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT AND THATS WHY SHES NOT RESPONDING TO HIS FLIRTING.

I really hope you love this as much as I do!!

“Are you that oblivious? Really?” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: See request

Pairing: Jd x fem!reader

Word count: 744

Warnings: fluff! Some swearing though. Also probably typos you know me <3

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You’d gone out to a party with the heathers one night, unfortunately this party wasn’t exactly smooth sailing (not that any of them really were) and you ended up at Jd’s house, not wanting to face your parent’s impending scolding for coming home so late.

“Jd.” You mumbled his name as you stumbled through his window. Didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sober and his room wasn’t exactly lit.

“Y/N? What the fuck?” He was startled at someone entering his room.

“I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Is your dad home?” You asked, trying to manage your way through his bedroom.

“Probably not.” He muttered, his irritation palpable.

You felt your way around, sitting down on his desk, looking towards what you could only assume was the direction of his bed.

“What do you want Y/N?” He stood up and flicked his light on.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, nonchalantly.

Wow. The audacity of you.

That question was beyond frustrating for him, to the point where his frustration was beginning to boil over. He gave you a blank stare, mixed with confusion and anger, half expecting you to take it back.

“No— Ye— I don’t know!” Jd exclaimed, his voice edged with exasperation. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his back against his door in vexation.

You sat there, bewildered at his sudden change in energy, “what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Just tell me, Y/N, is there someone?”

“What, someone? What?” You were utterly confused by the direction of this conversation.

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you? Are you with someone? Is there a guy you are seeing?”

“What the fuck? No! Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Because! I practically laid out a red carpet for you! And I got nothing! Are you that oblivious, really?” He began making his way over to you.

You furrowed your brow, still clueless about what was happening. “Jd, I’m kinda tipsy and confused. What’s happening? Why are you getting so upset?”

“I’ve been practically waving a flag in your face begging for a chance and you refuse to acknowledge it! And you have the nerve to come in here and ask me if I’m mad at you? So, yeah, actually, I am pretty upset.” He ranted as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes widened in shock as realisation slowly dawned on you. “You’ve been asking me out?”

Jd let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, Y/N, God, have I been.”

You bit your lip, now feeling a little guilty, seeing how much you were unknowingly hurting his feelings.

“I had no idea, Jd, really. I didn’t think you were interested in me that way.”

He sighed, his anger beginning to subside, now that he’d aired everything out. “Well I am, and now you know. It’s been driving me crazy.”

You reached out to him, placing a hand on his arm. “I promise, I never meant to ignore you. I just didn’t realise what was happening.”

He sighed, looking at you looking at him, “If I asked you right now if you’d want to—“

You silenced him with a lingering, passionate kiss, your fingers bunching his shirt together to let him know you really meant it. His body gravitated closer to yours, you were seated on the edge of his desk, your knees making space for his body, your proximity making his heart race. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled away slightly, his intense gaze fixed upon you, and a playful yet intrigued eyebrow raised in question.

“I want to.” You affirmed with a decisive nod, your heart racing as you felt a gentleness in his energy as he stood so close to you.

He stepped away, the two of you both slightly pink in the cheeks as you mentally acknowledged what just happened.

“Did you need me to take you home?” He asked.

Your shook your head, Jd’s lips parted in a small ‘ah’ as he realised what you wanted, no need for you to ask. He pointed with his head in the direction of his bed to say ‘yes you can stay with me’. A smile played on your lips as you accepted the unspoken invitation, and you crawled onto his bed, settling in comfortably.

With a flick of the switch, the room descended into darkness, and he joined you, laying by your side.

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part one

this au does not belong to me, it belongs to @bzjohndory its gonna have to be multiple parts bc i write too much apparently

Business was slow, it was a hard winter and most trolls didn't leave their pods unless they had to. Bruce was the one to suggest it, knowing his brother hadn't had a day off in seven years. They all had special days that they got off like birthdays or anniversaries, except for John Dory. He didn't take days off, he worked open to close seven days a week. Bruce brought it up with others, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere without back up from their younger brothers. Bruce talked with Clay in between orders on the line. “I'm just saying, we haven't been that busy these past few weeks so I think he can just take a day off at least. We're all responsible enough to take care of the diner while he's gone.” Bruce said as he pulled some fries out of the fryer, portioning them on a plate and passing it to Clay. “Yeah but how do you plan on making him? We've tried making him before and he literally spent the entire day in the diner, working on other stuff ." Clay wondered as he finished plating a couple burgers, putting them in the window to be ran. At that moment, Floyd came into the back and leaned against the wall. “You good Flo?" Clay asked as he worked on the next order. Floyd nodded and held up a thumbs up but they noticed how his hand shook. Bruce threw some fries on a plate and slid a milk crate over to Floyd. “Sit down and have a snack. And while you're back here I wanna talk to you about something." Bruce said, handing the plate of fries to Floyd as he sat on the milk crate. Floyd nodded and started eating the fries while still leaning with his back against the wall. After a few moments of no orders coming in, Bruce crouched down next to Floyd. “Feel better?" Bruce asked while rubbing his back. “Yeah, I skipped breakfast this morning so I started to get the shakes." Floyd chuckled, placing the empty plate on the floor. Clay grabbed some dirty dishes they had on the line and grabbed the plate for the floor, taking them to the dish room. “So before you go back up there, I wanna talk to you about this thought I had. Clay thinks I won't be able to do it. I won't be able to do it by myself, I'll need all of your guys' help." Bruce said nonchalantly, watching for JD to be walking around. “What's up? I'm sure I can help somehow." Floyd said as he pulled his money out of the pocket on his apron. “I wanna get JD to take a day off. He hasn't taken a day off since he got ownership of the diner. If he had his way, we'd still be open on Christmas, and he would totally run this entire place by himself if he had to. He deserves it, he's kept this place afloat, put each of us through college and is here every goddamn day. This isn't gonna be like the last time, he's not gonna be allowed back in here until the next day.” Bruce said, looking Floyd in the eyes telling that he is completely serious about this. Clay came back in with clean dishes and began setting them up on the line. “I think he's crazy if he thinks he's going to get John to do it. He practically lives here, I don't think I've actually seen his place.” Clay said, placing plates in their proper spots. "Yeah but if we work together, I'm sure John will listen to us. You guys don't see him on the floor as much as I do. He's constantly moving, like if he stops, he'll pass out. Sometimes he shakes too. And Bruce is right, he's more than earned a day off, heck a week, we'll be lucky if we get one day.” Floyd said as he sorted his money, putting it back into his book. "I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it or need it. I'm saying that we might have to actually tie him down to get him out of here. He's not going to like the idea.” Clay said, cleaning up their prep area.  "What are you guys talking about?” Branch said through the server window. Bruce stood up and motioned for Branch to come back there. Branch walked back onto the grill line, confused.

[how-very-salty]

tickle

oneshot for @sus1e0-blog

JD x Veronica, fluff and a little smutty

Veronica put the history book aside and turned to her side, looking at JD curiously. He was engrossed in his book, and it didn't seem to be a history book: the Civil War probably didn't interest him enough to make him stop paying attention to the world around him. That was good: she was just about to check something out. With a mischievous smile, she moved closer and ran her fingers lightly along his ribs. He jumped and almost dropped the book. Squinting excitedly, Veronica moved forward and slid her palm higher...

"Ronnie," JD shuddered and quickly grabbed her hand, "don't..."

"Should I stop?" with a fake pout, she pulled back to the other side of the bed. "You don't like me touching you?"

"I like it, it's just... um... whatever," he shrugged awkwardly. Veronica stared at him expectantly, tilting her head to the side. "Shit, just don't take offense, please! "

He seemed really worried... no, that was not the effect she wanted! Ronnie moved over to his side of the bed and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on the lips. And then another, just to be sure. JD breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his forehead against her shoulder.

"I'm not offended, I was just teasing you a little, okay?" she ruffled his hair gently. "Sorry." 

He lifted his head and the corners of his lips quivered and turned up, "I'll forgive you if you kiss me." 

"Blackmailer," Veronica rolled her eyes. Grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, she pressed her lips to his in an apologetic kiss. Smirking contentedly, JD pulled her onto his lap and ran his icy palms under her sweater. She bit his lip vengefully and pulled away. "You know, I'm actually not done yet..."

He gave her a questioning, slightly clouded look. Veronica smiled slyly and slid her fingers up his stomach, barely touching him. He tensed instantly and exhaled through clenched teeth. 

"You don't like it?" she bit her lip, watching the change in his face carefully. Her fingernails lightly scraped the skin above the waistband of his jeans and a short, half-stifled moan escaped JD's lips. The muscles in his abdomen tightened involuntarily.

"Please, Ronnie," there was a hoarse, pleading note in his voice that always turned her on. "Not like this..."

"Why?" she murmured, glancing playfully from under her lashes, and trailing her fingertips weightlessly along his hipbone. With a short exhale, JD arched up and pressed against her palm, trying to make the touch more intense. "Are you really ticklish?"

"I told you, I'm not ticklish," he frowned and tried to pull away, but Veronica snorted and pushed him down on the bed. Straddling his hips, she pulled his t-shirt up in one swift motion, exposing goosebumped skin. Her fingernails traced softly, barely touching, the line of his stomach. He moaned and pressed his back into the mattress. 

"Admit it and I'll stop this," Ronnie looked down at him mockingly with twinkling eyes....perhaps she was enjoying too much how easily he became helpless against her. "Come on, three words and it's over. It's easy!"

"I love you?" JD breathed out pitifully. She laughed out loud in surprise and tilted her head up. "Am I right?"

"It's sweet, but," she snorted, still giggling. Her fingers continued to stroke his stomach in a tickling motion, causing his breathing to fall out of rhythm. "Now I want to hear something else. Admit that you're ticklish!"

He shook his head sharply and, gritting his teeth, tried but failed to swallow another short moan. Her fingers brushed gently over his ribs on either side, making him shiver.

"I'm not ticklish," he murmured stubbornly, grabbing her wrists and pulling her suddenly against him. Veronica yelped and fell against his chest. "Baby, I'm stronger than you, so..."

He didn't have time to finish. She smiled smugly and reached up to touch the skin on his shoulder with her teeth. JD's eyes widened in surprise, and a soft, uncharacteristic squeak escaped his lips. 

"I could go on like this forever," she exhaled, deliberately teasing him with a touch of hot breath against his neck. A rough shudder ran through JD's body and he jerked, almost knocking her off him. "Wanna try me?"

"Damn it, Ronnie, why are you like this?" he finally gave in. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him with a doomed moan. 

"Like what?" she smiled contentedly, leaving a soft kiss on his shoulder where the reddish bite mark had been. 

"Terribly nasty," JD laughed, unable to stand it, and kissed the top of her head enthusiastically. "You know what? I'm really ticklish! Happy?"

"Very," Veronica giggled, giving him a sparkling look of amusement, "now I can make you do anything!"

"Actually, you could do without that," he said reproachfully, sighing and running his palm thoughtlessly down her back. Veronica tried to hide the shiver that ran through her body, but judging by the broad grin that spread across his face, it was no use. "Tell me something, darling..."

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The making of Daddy, crying on the floor, and running away

Jonathan Davis x reader (gender not specified!)

And a lot of Fluff!! I worked really hard on thisss. Based on an interesting interview I saw with John explaining the process of creating Daddy, it made me tear up and decide to write this.

No warnings, surprisingly.

The last few months on tour with the infamous band Korn seemed like a fever dream. In your head, the lines between being accepted into the band, going on tour, coming back, suddenly starting to compose are blurred... All under the pressure of the public, the team of producers, managers, and finally yourself. You weren't popular at all, that's the point. You only had a demo on the record, in fact it was quite poor and fragile, it was supposed to be just a prologue to the great success of Korn. When “Neidermayer's Mind” was recorded, no one had any idea that in exactly a year you would release your debut album, the one that every great band has, the self-titled album. The pressure was automatically built around it. So here you were in a sweaty studio at 2 a.m., with the tape relentlessly running, refusing to stop, your head aching, your eyes squinting. Your fingers and strings became one, the headphones merged with your ears, and the piercing eyes of Ross Robinson (Yeah, that Ross, Ross the father of nu-metal) stuck into you like needles or sometimes even nails. He always sat there behind a glass window with his entire altar, with his cavalry of producers, and it seemed that all he needed was a whip to beat the ass of anyone who forced him to use the cursed words: Start over, this sucks. However, it wasn't self-pity when you felt sorry for those sleepless nights spent polishing the diamond, the self-titled album. The album, which should actually be called Jonathan Davis, like its writer, who was the one you felt sorry for.

That night, as usual, he was screaming his lungs out. It was one of those long ones when you met in the studio for 'official recordings'. But this night was haunted. Terrible. The worst you could remember. John was always non-obvious, from the moment you met him you were united by inhuman sensitivity and pain... Pain that was omnipresent in your lives. But you never looked at it that way, unlike him. John was a tormented soul, a broken soul, worthy of the greatest pity, a pity he despised. Whenever someone wanted to comfort him, he left, 'ran away'. The only thing he didn’t run from..was music. Was the studio. Here he let it all out. You didn't know if it was good or bad, if this was the right way to process trauma, but what could you do if it wasn't?

You were surprised when Head came to you one afternoon and showed you a crumpled piece of paper from John’s notebook with the words 'Daddy' almost engraved on it. You hated this song from start. Everything he was running away from, everything he never wanted to share with you was there. And he was going to sing it in clubs and bars. No, that wasn't the right way. But still, here you are, repeating a faint bass line, with everyone playing quietly, after all, it is the singer's story that plays the only role here.

You didn't repeat the song as many times as the others, it was your only triumph over Ross, he was too disgusted to make you overdub. You did it all in one terribly long, terribly awful take.

John was terrifyingly calm. As if unavailable. You didn't ask him about the song. You didn't even try. I guess you were more afraid of it than he was... The words came to him naturally, he didn't even hold the paper. And yet he never repeated the song. You had chills for the entire 8 minutes. Sometimes you thought you were too fragile for this band, even though John was as fragile as you. However, he affirmed it as if it was the essence or soul of the band. He affirmed this pain... You could feel it in his voice. You didn’t understand it. You were lost even thinking about it. But you preffered to do that than listen to his shaky, anxious voice. 6 minutes have passed, you thought it was over. You breathed a sigh of relief, you wanted to take the bass off. However, Ross' calm hand stopped you in your tracks with a gesture. It's not over yet... Jonathan fell to his knees. You didn't play anything anymore. Now there was only his voice, his pain and your fear. You stared at him, searching for his eyes. They hid behind the jungle of long dreadlocks, his head lowered, the microphone touching his dry lips. He started crying. For the first time, he really cried. You look at the others, finally at Ross. He makes this disgusting gesture. He twirls his finger around. You have to keep playing. He doesn’t want you to repeat it. He wants to get this over with. Fuck you Ross, we'll waste one tape. You take off the bass, open the glass door, John lying on the ground, the microphone is still touching his lips. Your tears fall to the ground, merging with his. You hug him. Just like that. For the first time, sincerely. You still can't see his eyes, but you don't want to. You've seen everything you needed to. 'Don't you run away from me ever again, okay?' you managed to whisper before the others entered. He hugged you back, so you knew he agreed. Then the rest joined in. Everyone was crying. Ross was sitting behind the window, probably not gesturing to us anything anymore.

Just like that, he stopped the tape. The album was finished.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●JD McDonagh x Reader●

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*JD's POV*

"Alright guys. I think we should split up. Check all the areas back here."

"Good idea JD."

"I'm gonna go check catering."

I pat his shoulder, walk past him and head to catering as I hear them discussing their plans. I pull out my phone to message my girlfriend.

JD: on my way babygirl! ❤️

Y/N: waiting on you! 😊

I smile, putting my phone back in my pocket, heading down the hallway to catering. I walk in, seeing she is the only one in the room, sitting on the table looking at her phone. I clear my throat as she looks up at me and smiles really big seeing me. She motions with her finger to come over to her, which I do because I am a big sucker for this woman. I put my hands on her thighs and she grabs my leather sleeveless jacket, pulling me in for a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck as my hands slide up her thighs onto her hips and we start making out. We hear a slight noise and we break apart real quick looking around.

"Did you hear something?"

"I did. I'm gonna go before we get caught baby. I love you. I will see you back at the hotel."

"I love you too."

I give her one last kiss before I head out of catering to go find the rest of The Judgement Day.

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*later on in the show*

I am sitting on the couch, on my phone texting Y/N with Dom sitting next to me not paying attention and Rhea is sitting on the arm of the chair watching the TV for whatever match is on. My phone buzzes causing me to smile than frown seeing the message.

Y/N: we are screwed.

What does that mean? Before I can answer her, Damian and Finn walk in looking at us. Damian points to me looking pissed off and my eyes go wide.

"JD. Come here. Now."

I get up slowly coming over to him and Finn. Everyone crowds around us as Finn pulls out his phone.

"Finn has something to show to you and everyone. Than you got some explaining to do."

Finn plays the video and it is a video of me and Y/N making out in catering. I gulp as they all turn and look at me.

"What is that JD? Huh?"

Rhea gets in my face as I back away from them all staring at me. I say nothing, just look down at the ground.

"You were supposed to be finding Jey Uso with us but instead you run off to this little whore instead! I'm gonna take care of her."

Rhea storms out of the room as the others just continue to stare at me. I start to feel myself getting angry second after second. I push through them and storm out of the clubhouse.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on a production box backstage, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I look up seeing Rhea Ripley is walking towards me and she doesn't look like she is in a good mood. I go to get up but she pushes me back down on the box.

"What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to break up The Judgement Day?!"

She is standing infront of me so I can't get up. I look at her and cross my arms.

"I am not trying to break up your precious Judgement Day. Little Dom Dom seems to be doing that."

She takes a deep breath looking at me with a pissed off face. I smirk knowing I got under her skin with that comment.

"Just stay away from my boys. Got it?"

"That will be really hard for me to do though."

I smirk while saying that sarcastically.

"I mean it Y/N. Don't test me."

She walks away and I smirk knowing I pissed her off.

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*a week later*

"Hey Y/N. Why aren't you in the clubhouse?"

I look up to see Carlito walking over to me. I make a puzzled face at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You are part of Judgement Day, aren't you? Since you are dating JD, that should make you part of Judgement Day."

"You are right Carlito. Let's get to the clubhouse."

He puts his arm around my neck and we walk to the clubhouse laughing with each other. We get to the clubhouse and walk in seeing only Jordan is sitting on the couch. He stands up seeing me and Carlito. He runs over and wraps me into a hug.

"Baby. What are you doing here?"

I hug him back and he looks at me smiling.

"Carlito said since I'm dating you, that should make me a part of Judgement Day. So I came with him to the clubhouse."

"Rhea and Damian are gonna be pissed."

"Oh well! Let's play some video games!"

All three of us grab the controllers and start playing.

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*an hour later almost the start of Raw*

I am standing next to Carlito trying to mess him up as we play the wwe game. Jordan is behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, head on my shoulder, watching us. We don't hear the clubhouse door open and close.

"JD! Carlito! What is going on here?!"

Jordan let's go of me and Carlito pauses the game as we all turn around. Carlito holds up the controller smiling.

"Just playing a friendly game. Something wrong?"

I bite my bottom lip looking at Rhea and Damian standing before us. Rhea looks directly at me.

"I told this little whore to stay away from you guys."

"Hey. Don't call her a whore. That's my woman."

Jordan steps infront of me getting in Rhea's face. Rhea crosses her arms looking him straight in his face. I bite my lip harder watching Jordan stand up for me. Normally I do it myself but it is hot when he does it. I lean over Jordan's shoulder looking at Rhea.

"Carlito said since I'm dating JD, that I should be considered a member of The Judgement Day. So he showed me to the clubhouse."

"Carlito! Outside the clubhouse right now. We need to talk."

Carlito, Rhea and Damian walk out of the clubhouse leaving me and Jordan. He turns and looks down at me when I grab his face and kiss him hard. He kisses me back grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. He pulls back looking into my eyes.

"If they say you can't be part of The Judgement Day, than I am leaving the group for you baby. I love you so much."

"I love you so much too Jordan."

Rhea comes back in with Damian and no Carlito. Rhea looks at me than at Damian crossing her arms than back at me again.

"We came to an agreement. You can hang out here in the clubhouse as long as you are dating JD. Just don't be all lovey dovey infront of us please."

"Thank you Rhea and Damian."

Damian smiles, pats Jordan on the shoulder than walks out of the clubhouse. Rhea shakes her head and walks out as well. Jordan grabs my face again and kisses me hard. I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck. Carlito comes back into the room without us hearing him.

"Now that's cool."