#some of us saw the back of joe's head before the show started and like a crazy amount of people recognized him

[lostandbackagain]

I always go into these shows ready to be annoying as hell about noelle after and I still plan to be but fitz always fucking gets me when I don't expect it

[smutinlove]

Have you done any Jealous Dick or Jason, like they are yet to date the reader, or someone is hitting on their girl. (if you do female readers, otherwise GN works. Just as a girl, I think girl for gender for when I read things)

or what about fake dating trope?

Or they got drunk while on a mission in Vagas and end up married and don't find out until the marriage certificate comes in the mail. (you could do this twice, one where the boys have a crush on the reader or it is done enemies to lovers style)

doing the second one because it's ICONIC.

dick x fem reader.

i dont know what a marriage certificate looks like btw

Las Vegas was iconic. The bright city lights, the drinking, the partying... etc. Everything about Vegas was amazing. I mean, you would definitely remember, right?

Wrong. You and Dick had gone to Vegas undercover. You remember arriving at a hotel, and then, after that, you couldn't recall anything.

Neither could Dick. But he did remember a sound. It was like a loud and obnoxious bell, he described.

Currently, you and Dick sat in the living room of his apartment, trying to recall all the events that you two had forgotten about.

"So there were loud noises, right?" Dick asked. "Duh! It's Vagas. Everything is loud, Dick!" He rolled his eyes.

"Wait, so, we were supposed to just get intel on this man named "Joe Johnson," right? How'd we fuck that up?" You buried your head in your hands.

Dick sighed. "You know what? We need to go to bed. I'll drop you off at your place, 'k?" You nodded, knowing he was right. The fucker was always right.

"Thanks, Dick," you said. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting hug. "Stay safe, alright?" He pulled away and watched as you entered your apartment building.

He couldn't help but grin as he opened his car door and drove away. Dick couldn't recall every little detail that happened a few weeks ago, but he knew that something between you and him happened. And he was Dick Grayson; he knew everything.

You tossed and turned in your bed before reaching for your phone on the bedside table. You turned it on, only to be greeted with dozens of texts, cryptic emails, and missed calls. You gasped.

You immediately called him back, and you weren't even surprised when he answered on the spot.

"Where are you?" He asked through the phone.

"Home. What's wrong? What happened, Dick? The emails you left me... The texts," you explained.

You could hear him frowning. "Just come over, okay? It's easier to explain in person." You sighed. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty," you said before ending the call.

You knocked on the door of Dick's apartment. He opened the door, noticing that you were soaked.

He quickly forced you inside. "Sit, fuck."

He wrapped his jacket around you and poured you some hot coffee. "Are you alright?" Dick asked. His cheeks were red, but his eyes were filled with genuine worry.

"I'm great," you replied, giving him a reassuring tap on the shoulder. "Anyway, what's up? You called me several different times."

He sighed. "Give me a minute," he said before getting up and leaving you alone in his living room.

A couple of minutes passed before he entered the living room again. But this time, he had something with him. It was an envelope.

"Open it. See for yourself," said Dick in a tired voice.

You took it from him and opened it. There was a piece of paper. You skimmed over it, seeing your name, then his, then the word "marriage."

You gasped. You had legally married Dick Grayson and had no memory of it. "Dick, what else?" you asked as you re-read the piece of paper over and over, hoping for something new to appear.

"I searched the internet. I even asked Oracle and Batman for help," he sighed. "I saw CCTV footage of us walking into a church, and a few hours later, we exited together. It's easier to show."

He took your hand and led you into his "area of operations," aka his computer, tucked in a tight corner.

Dick turned it on and dug into a few files before he started showing you masses of footage and pictures. He had managed to wipe them off the internet, because if anyone (with bad intentions) found out, the two of them would be in danger.

But obviously, he kept a secret file.

By the time you had skimmed through the footage, your lips had parted away from the frown. You sighed and looked at Dick. "This is such a shock," you finally managed to mutter.

"I know," he said, looking deeply into your eyes; it felt like he could see your soul. "Dick," you muttered. He nodded, motioning for you to continue. "I'm so scared but confused and nervous. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how to feel." You sighed.

"This is all shocking." A tear slid down your cheek. Dick's thumb reached out, wiping it away. "Pretty girls shouldn't cry," he whispered softly. He leaned in and lifted your chin.

"I'm pretty?" You questioned. "You're the prettiest woman, love."

Within a blink of an eye, his lips found their way onto yours. He didn't care that you were still wet from the rain. He enjoyed your company.

His hands were tangled in your hair.

The two of you shared a passionate kiss before pulling away. "I've had a crush on you for a while now," he blurted out, his cheeks red. Dick was clearly trying to avoid your gaze.

"I mean, you're pretty... cute yourself."

"Just cute?" Dick questioned, tilting his head.

"Maybe more than that."

WILD. dick is the only man that'll ask you to come over and then say "give me a minute" by the time you're in his living room

[starsinthesky5]

wanna get out of here? | joe burrow x reader

description: an impromptu getaway is exactly what you and joe needed

a/n: ahhh my second fic!! all the love on my first one gave me the motivation to go and write another one :) i hope you all like this one!

warnings: smut (hope it’s not too bad since it’s my first time writing it LOL), language

word count: 6 k

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Wednesday 

The sounds of hammering rain and thunder were all you could focus on as you were sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket trying to finish an overly complex project for work. You had been trying to finish the final section for the past week but you simply could not get rid of the restless feeling that had engulfed you over the past few days. 

Joe, on the other hand, was sitting right next to you. He was staring at the TV which had on some random rerun episode of The Office. Normally, he’d be laughing along to the show no matter how many times he had seen the episode, but today he was quiet & agitated. He had been overwhelmed this past month with intense rehab for his wrist injury; on top of which he had his off-season workouts every day which had also been incredibly vigorous. He was mentally and physically burnt out and needed something to take his mind off of everything. He noticed that you also had been swamped with work which caused you to be on edge the whole week, preventing you two from having any real 1 on 1 time like you usually do, and he wasn’t having it. 

You were typing away on your computer, another idea that would probably lead to nothing, before you heard the TV turn off. 

You turned your head to Joe and saw his blank face. “Everything Okay?” you questioned while reaching for his hand. 

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked while interlocking your hands, still looking expressionless. 

“Joey there is literally a monsoon happening outside right now,” you deadpanned as you squeezed his hand. 

“Not out there. I mean do you wanna get out of Ohio?”.

“Who are you and what have you done with my fiancee,” you laughed. 

“What?” he asked, looking quizzical as if he had no idea why you said that.

“You, the same man that never leaves his house unless it’s business or football related. And sometimes due to a forced social activity, or occasionally to have fun, wants to leave Ohio? You’re practically a turtle that stays in its shell all day,” you say before going back to your work project. 

Joe is slightly taken aback by what you said. Deep down he knows you aren’t wrong, he doesn’t go out very often, which made what he said next even more necessary. 

“Let’s go to the Bahamas this weekend. I can call up Ted and get a jet here and we can leave Friday morning. I’m thinking we stay at a lowkey house on a private beach for maybe 4 days,” he says.

You think he’s just messing with you but when you look over at him, he looks serious. 

“Where is this coming from?” you say with worry in your voice. In the 5 years, you and Joe have been together, he’d never sprung an idea of a vacation on you by himself, it was always mutual. And you’d never left the States before either. You close your computer and turn to face him. 

“I’m just so fucking tired,” he says with a sigh. “These past few weeks have been really intense and I just need a break.” 

Your face drops as he continues. He’d been under so much pressure lately with OTA’s slowly approaching and training amping up; plus all the background noise. He’d start throwing in the next month or so and deep down he was nervous. He didn’t know how it was going to go and if all this rehab was even worth it if he was never going to be able to get back to where he was. 

“And you’ve been stressed out all week because of work and it feels like we haven’t had just ‘us’ time,” he adds. 

Joe was right. He’d be gone all day with either rehab or workouts and the only time you two would get together would be dinner. And by dinner, you’d be too exhausted to do anything but eat and rush off to bed. 

You spend a few moments contemplating his offer. It would be nice to get away for a few days and you both needed the change of environment badly. 

“Okay, let’s do it," you say with a smile as you pull him in for a hug. 

“But just so you know, since we’d be leaving in 2 days, I’m going to be an absolute nightmare when it comes to packing,” you say before planting a kiss on his cheek. 

“Oh, I'm well aware. You only get 2 days to stress about packing and not a whole week like usual,” he laughs. 

Thursday Evening 

You both spent the majority of the day planning your impromptu vacation. You found the perfect beach house on the other side of Nassau, away from the main part of the island. It was hidden by palm trees and had a private beach which made it easy to unwind without any prying eyes. You would spend the week there and pick out a few activities nearby to occupy your time. You also chose a few places to eat although you both decided to cook at home for the majority of your stay. 

Currently, you were sitting on your closet floor attempting to pack your suitcase but were majorly failing. Packing was never your strong suit, especially if you had to pack the day before a trip. The closet looked like a war zone, things were everywhere. 

“This is the wrong time to not be able to find anything,” you say to yourself while getting up once again to hunt for missing items. 

Joe walked into the closet and saw you frantically pacing back and forth looking for something. 

“Babe, are you Okay?” He asked while sitting down on the stool. 

“Have you seen my new white bikini? Or my sunglasses? Or my tank tops?” You asked, aggravated that you couldn’t find your stuff.

“I literally cannot find anything,” You added before giving Joe a look. He knew that look all too well, you were 1 misplaced item away from having a full breakdown. 

He got up from the stool and walked over to where you were, put his hands on your shoulders, and said “Y/N you could wear a potato sack and still look amazing. Stop stressing about it, this vacation is supposed to get rid of the stress. Not add onto it,”

You let out a deep breath and say “You’re right. It’s just us anyway. I’ll just pack some nice dresses and stuff whatever in the suitcase,” 

“The fewer clothes the better,” Joe smirks and says before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. 

“You’re insatiable,” you say against his lips. 

After you finish packing your suitcase, you get ready for bed since you have a fairly early flight. It took Joe about 15 minutes to pack his things, which came as no surprise since he is the biggest outfit repeater you know. You’re just about ready to doze off before you feel Joe’s hand creep up your leg and squeeze your thigh.

“Mmm Joe not right now,” you say half asleeply. “Go to bed,”

“Not that,” he states. “I can’t fall asleep,” he mumbles. 

You let out a sigh before turning to face him. No way you’re getting any sleep now. “What’s wrong,” you say as you move his messy curls out of his eyes. 

“I don’t know, I just can’t fall asleep,” he says. 

You knew Joe too well to know when something was bothering him. His confession earlier was only the tip of the iceberg. Something was bugging him and you needed him to talk to you.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours,” you say as you play with his curls. 

He stayed silent for a few heartbeats, not knowing if he should unload his heavy thoughts on you right before a vacation. But he knew that it was just you. You’d always listen to whatever he had to say, no matter the time or place. 

“Just everything.” He says, meeting your eyes. “Rehab has been going great and training has been too, and I should be happy about that but I just can’t get rid of that feeling,”

“What feeling?” You question.

“Feeling like I won’t be good enough. I know what people are saying; overpaid, overrated, no rings, injury-prone. And they aren’t wrong. I don’t have anything to back up why people think I’m a top 3 quarterback,” 

Your heart breaks as he continues to talk. The fact that Joe feels like he isn’t good enough is mind-boggling to you. He’s one of the best damn players you’ve ever seen and you wish you could do something to get rid of his doubts, but you knew that that was something he had to do on his own. 

“But you do have things to back it up. You had one of the greatest college football seasons ever. Winning the Natty and the Heisman was only the start of your legacy. You were drafted by an organization that was in desperate need of saving and you made an impact that not many could have done,” you say as you see a small smile on his face.

“You had a shitty rookie season with tearing basically everything in your knee, but you worked hard and came back better than ever fucking before. You went on and led the team to their first playoff win in 30 years and went to the fucking Super Bowl in your first full season,” you add.

“Yeah, you didn’t win. But you put the entire league on notice and showed them who the hell you are. And then you did it again next year even though you didn’t go all the way. This past year was rough and didn’t go the way anyone would have expected, but this is part of what makes you, you.” you say with a smile as he stares deeply into your eyes. 

“You thrive when there’s adversity. It makes you work harder for what you want and it always pays off one way or another. You always come out better and stronger. You are a great quarterback and are absolutely more than good enough. You’re going to have your moment soon, and I know it,” you conclude. 

Joe stares into your eyes for a few more heartbeats. You knew exactly what to say to bring him back down from whatever cloud he was stuck on and he was so thankful for you. 

“I love you,” he said as he pulled you onto his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. 

“I love you more, always,” you laugh as he kisses the hell out of you. 

You two spent the rest of the night in each other's embrace. You finally felt at peace once you heard Joe’s soft snores fill the room and finally got some sleep.

Friday

You both got up pretty early for your flight, taking a quick shower before packing the car and heading to the airport. After boarding the plane you both took off your shoes, pulled out your fav blanket, and got comfy. 

“Are you excited?” Joe beams.

“Excited is an understatement, Burrow,” you smirk. “Getting you out of Ohio might be my favorite part,”. 

“I’m so looking forward to getting some sun and swimming in that big pool,” he says, referring to the massive pool that’s a part of the house you rented.  

“It’s like you’re a whole new person,” you smile while leaning your head on his shoulder. He smiles and kisses your forehead before pulling out his laptop to turn on a movie. 

“Oooo what are we gonna watch?” you excitedly question. 

“I was thinking of either ‘Grown-Ups’ or ‘21 Jump Street’,” he responds.

“Hmm, let’s do Jump Street, it’s been a while since we watched that,” you say. 

You spent the rest of the flight watching movies, playing a few card games, and eventually taking a small nap before the plane landed. 

A few hours later

After the plane landed, you both drove to your house for the week and it was like something out of a fairytale. The house overlooked the beach and the crystal blue water. Lush green palm trees surrounding the house provided ample privacy, especially for the large open pool in the backyard. You two settled into the house before changing into your swimsuits for a nice afternoon dip in the pool. You did end up finding your new white bikini, which was perfect for the occasion. 

Joe walked out of the bathroom and saw you brushing your hair in the mirror. His eyes trailed down to your bare legs, up to your perfect ass, then to your toned stomach, and straight to your chest. You looked so sexy and he was in heaven. He walked up to you and hugged you from behind, his warmth causing you to melt into his arms. 

Your eyes met his in the mirror, “Like what you see, Burrow?” you teased. 

“Absolutely,” he chuckled as he swayed you two back and forth, pressing a kiss on the back of your shoulder while sliding his hand down to your ass. Joe was grinning like a love-struck fool as he watched you close your eyes and melt into his embrace. He was making you feel more relaxed than you’d ever been before and you both were loving it. 

You both ventured out to the pool and sat down on the pool chairs, hoping to get a quick tanning sesh in before a swim. A few minutes in, Joe found himself staring at the pool when he got an idea. 

“I’m gonna jump into the pool,” he casually said.

You quickly turned your head to him and said, “Are you crazy, the water will get everywhere,” You gasped.

“It’s just us though, nobody around to complain. Besides, I can’t do it in the pool at home since we spent way too much money on redoing the backyard. At least here there isn’t any vegetable garden at risk of being destroyed,” he smirked before quickly running back to the patio door and launching himself into the pool, not giving you a moment to lecture him. 

The water did in fact get everywhere but it was worth it when you saw Joe come up from the water. He shook his head back and forth to get the water out of his hair before he took his hand and attempted to slick it back. Your eyes navigated to his muscular chest which had stray water droplets sliding down his abdomen, back into the water. God, he looked so hot like this. 

“Like what you see, Burrow,” he teased as he noticed your expression. 

“Yes, in fact I do. Very much actually,” you say while getting off the chair. “And I’m not a ‘Burrow’ yet, still gotta wait a few months before that,” you say as you make your way into the pool. 

“Well, you’re practically already my wifey sooo,” he trails off before swimming over to the steps and helping you into the pool. 

You giggle at his words. He couldn’t wait to marry you and he never failed to make it known. 

You immediately latch onto him when you're in the pool. This was pretty normal for you both. You’d always use him as a floatie and make him do all the work while you just lay on him and relaxed. 

A few moments later you release yourself from his embrace, making him slightly confused at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Y/N come back,” he whines out.

“Someone’s clingy today,” you say while playfully rolling your eyes and swimming away from him. 

He stared at you for a few moments, a sad look on his face while you continued to swim around and away from him. You felt bad that you’d left him hanging but you were having too much fun teasing him. 

“Come and catch me shiesty,” you yelled. He hated it when you called him that. That nickname was only for football-related individuals to use and he thought it was a little cringe whenever you would use it. Not in a bad way, it’s just he preferred you calling him other names that football-related people can’t use. You knew how he felt about it but you also knew that this would for sure set him off. 

“Oh you’re done for,” he playfully growled before swimming after you. The pool was massive so you had just enough space to get away from him. 

You two were swimming circles around each other, occasionally splashing water into each other's faces in hopes of catching each other off guard. Your arms began to get tired of swimming around so you stopped by the ledge to take a breather while Joe was settled on the other side of the pool. 

Before you knew it, Joe had swum over to you and pulled you back into his arms. 

“Got you,” you whispered against your ear. 

“I guess you did,” you whispered back. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous by the way,” he said looking down into your eyes. “I love this bikini on you,” 

You blushed at his sweet comments. He never failed to tell you how pretty you looked. 

“Ya know, I look even better with it off,” you tease. 

Joe’s face dropped immediately when you said that. He’d been horny since he saw you in that bikini but had to compose himself since you both were looking forward to swimming in the pool. But now that you’d gotten your swim time in, nothing was stopping him. 

He slowly pressed you against the wall of the pool and kissed his way up your neck right up to your sweet spot. 

“Joe,” you moaned out. 

“What baby?” He asked, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“I need you,” you whined.

He looked at you momentarily before lifting you out of the pool and rushing you inside to the large bedroom. You let out a squeal as he pushed you back onto the bed. Joe climbed over you and situated his body in between your thighs, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You stayed kissing each other for a few minutes before you felt something hard poke at your stomach.

“Getting eager now aren’t we,” you tease. 

“Please, I’ve been waiting to get you in this bed since I saw you in this bikini,” he grinned. 

“Then I suggest you do something about it,” you replied.

Joe smiled and started to untie the strands of your bikini top before tossing it to the side. He kissed his way down to your perfect breasts, swirling his lips around your sensitive bud which caused you to let out a breathy moan.

“Joe,” you moaned out while shoving your hands in his hair. 

He spent a few moments sucking on your breasts before he continued his way down. He pressed a few sloppy kisses on your stomach before eventually making his way down to where you needed him the most. He slowly peeled off your bottoms which was driving you insane.

“Joe please,” you whined out.

“Patience is key, baby,” he teased. 

He threw your bottoms to the side as he made his way back up to your heat. “You’re so wet,” he says while ghosting his fingers over your folds.

“Joe I swear to god-,” You suddenly felt his warm tongue lapping at your folds which caused you to let out another moan, “Ohh Fuck”. 

He buried his warm tongue inside your core as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. He moved one of his hands up to cup your breast as the other was firmly on your thigh. Joe moved up and started to rhythmically suck on your clit which made you see stars; something which he made you see often. “Joey, fuck don’t stop,” you said breathlessly.

“You like that?” he chuckled against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. Those 3 words always managed to get you more horny than you already were. "Yeah," you whispered.

He went back to lapping at your folds as he used his thumb to rub your clit. The combination of his mouth and fingers was sending you over the edge. You started to arch your back which caused you to lift your hips slightly but Joe pushed them back down as he continued to send you into a frenzy. You fisted your hands into his hair and started to pull on the loose curls which caused Joe to let out a soft moan against you. 

“Joe I’m so close,” you whispered as you pushed his head closer to your core. You felt a familiar warmth in your belly as you were moaning Joe’s name out (which was driving him insane). Joe thrusted one of his fingers into you, causing the imaginary rubber band in your lower belly to snap; feeling a familiar gush of liquid pool below you. You were overcome with a feeling of pure pleasure and satisfaction as he cleaned up your mess with his skillful mouth. He pressed delicate kisses on the insides of your thighs before moving back up and pushing his lips against yours again. 

“You’re so hot,” he said in between kisses. 

You felt a blush creep up on your face. “I’m flattered Mr. Burrow, but have you seen yourself”. 

“Shut up,” he chuckled before going back to kissing you. You stopped kissing him after a few moments and said “Joe, I need you inside me.”

“Your wish is my command babe,” he replied as he pulled down his swim trunks and threw them to the side. His cock was rock hard and the sight of it had you sizzling with anticipation. 

Your core was slick with your arousal which made it easy for him to push his dick into you. The tip slowly teasing your folds before he buries himself inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan. You will never get tired of the feeling of him inside you. 

He started slowly thrusting into you which made you wrap your legs around him, wanting him deeper asap. 

“Joe, Fuck,” you moaned out. “Faster baby,”. 

He began snapping his hips against you, faster & harder than before. “God, you feel so good Y/N,” he moaned out. You brought him in for another kiss, this time quick, messy, and sloppy. He continued thrusting into you and you bucked your hips each time to match his movements. The sound of your arousal and skin-hitting skin filled the room as you two were caught up in the euphoria that was happening between you. 

Joe buried his face into your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, as your hands found themselves in his hair again. You were on Cloud 9 right now and it was all because of him.

“Joe, don’t stop. Shit, you feel too good,” you moaned. You felt him move deeper inside of you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. 

He continued to pound into you, making you feel like nothing else mattered but this moment. You both felt your arousal building up, begging to be released. 

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close,” he panted as he slowed down.

“Me too,” you whimpered. 

He picked up the pace of his thrusts once again, this time moving one of his hands down to your heat, toying with your clit. “Fuck,” you moaned out for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. You felt your walls clench around him, signaling you were almost there. Joe felt you clench around him and pinched your clit which set off your orgasm. Your chest heaved up and down as you whimpered out his name while seeing stars again. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his pleasure. 

“Y/N,” Joe moaned out. You knew he was close by the way his thrusts started to become sporadic. 

“Come on baby,” you encouraged while pulling at his hair and kissing his neck. 

After a few rough thrusts, Joe let out a loud moan as you felt hot spurts of his cum fill you up. He collapsed on top of you as you both panted, needing a moment to recover after the workout you two just had. You moved one of your hands to his back, softly sliding it up and down to help him relax.

“I love you,” he softly said as he kissed your cheek, making you smile. 

“I love you more,” you whisper in his ear as he buries his face into your neck again. 

The next day 

The next morning was pretty chill for you both. You had breakfast at the local beachside cafe, stuffing your faces with delicious fresh fruit from the island before embarking on a pleasant morning walk on the beach. 

“This is nice,” Joe says as you both walk hand in hand alongside the water, a content look on his face.

You look up at him and smile, “Very nice,” you giggle. “Although, I don’t know how you’re not uncomfortable with walking on the beach in shoes,” you question while looking at your bare feet and then his shoes. 

“You never know when a crab might come up and pinch your toes,” he says with a straight face. 

“Righhhht,” you say while relishing the feeling of sand between your toes. 

“So, what should we do today? We pretty much have the whole day since we’re cooking at home tonight,” he says while squeezing your hand. 

“Hmmm,” you wonder for a second. “We could go out on one of the boats?” you carefully question while looking up at your fiancee. 

Joe did not like going on boats. He hated the idea of being out on the open water with no way of getting back to shore other than using the boat. He always questioned what you would do if the boat broke down or even started sinking. You always told him the sinking part was highly unlikely, but you blamed yourself for that worry because you’ve made him watch Titanic with you one too many times. He also didn’t like how you couldn’t see what was in the water. But lucky for you, the water in the Bahamas was crystal clear. 

He stayed silent for a few moments, making you a little sad since you wanted to experience something new with him. 

“Let’s do it,” he says while flashing you a smile. 

You looked up at him, a little surprised. “Really?” you beam. 

“Yes, now let’s go before I change my mind,” he says before stopping to pick you up. He doesn’t give you a moment to respond because he throws you over his shoulders causing you to let out a squeal. He leads you both back to the house so you can get freshened up.

You both got changed into your swimsuits before walking over to the docks and renting a boat for the day. You weren’t sure how you managed to get Joe to go on the boat, but you certainly were not complaining. 

The driver had taken the boat not too far from shore, which kept Joe’s mind at ease. You swam in the water for a little bit and enjoyed a few drinks. 

“Mmm, this like the best Mai Tai I’ve ever had,” you say while taking another sip. Joe was currently in the water in front of you, while you were seated on the steps of the boat, legs partially in the water. 

“Come in the water,” Joe says while splashing some water onto you. 

“Mmm, I think I’m good up here,” you tease while placing your drink to the side.

Joe swam closer to you and said “Nope.”

You were confused at what he meant but then you felt his wet hand wrap around your wrist. 

“Joe, don’t even think about it,” you playfully growled, knowing exactly what he was about to do. He didn’t listen and pulled you into the water, causing a big splash. You came back up to the surface with a frown.

“Someone’s mad,” Joe laughs. You swim over to him while he is fully anticipating an ass-kicking but is pleasantly surprised when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.

You laugh and say, “If this is mad, let me be mad more often,”.

A few hours pass and you both are sitting on the boat in the net seating area that was right above the water. Joe had put on one of his many bucket hats and shades and was laid flat against the net, soaking in the golden sun. You were applying another layer of sunscreen before noticing his chest turning red. You knew he’d be a pain in the ass if he got sunburnt so you took the bottle and moved closer to him. 

You squeezed out a dab of sunscreen and started applying it to his chest. He flinched at the sudden contact before realizing it was just you. 

You felt him flinch and laughed, “Daydreaming, Burrow?”. 

“Maybe,” he smiles while taking off his shades. He looks down and sees you applying sunscreen on him, “Oh, thanks,” he says while meeting your eyes. 

You let out a playful sigh and say, “What would you do without me,”.

“For real,” he says. “I’d be walking around like a tomato,” he laughs. 

After applying the rest of the sunscreen, you lay back against the net and Joe lifts one of his arms, motioning for you to curl up next to him. He rests his hand on the small of your back while you tangle your legs with his. 

You lay there briefly, soaking up the perfect scene before breaking the silence. “Are you enjoying this? I know boats aren’t really your thing and I hope I didn’t force you into this,” you softly say. 

“Of course, I’m enjoying this. I will admit, I was a little nervy when getting on but you’re here with me so I’m fine. Besides, If the boat breaks down at least we’d be stranded together,” he jokes. 

“I guess that’s true. Better than being stranded with a bunch of randos too. I’m glad we could get a boat just for the two of us,” you reply. 

“Yup. This isn’t as bad as I thought. I can see everything below us too so no risk of a random shark popping out,” he deadpans.

“Like that would actually happen,” you say while softly hitting his chest.

“You never know,” he says while shaking your shoulder in an attempt to scare you.

You spent a few minutes messing around with each other before the driver came out to tell you that you were heading back to the island. You both got up and sat on the bench, your back pressed into Joe’s chest and stared out into the open waters, taking in the view before it was time to go back. You were mindlessly sliding your hand along Joe’s leg while he had his arms around your waist, gently squeezing your soft skin. Everything about this moment was peaceful. Joe felt at ease for the first time in a long time and he had his favorite person to thank for it. 

Once you got back to the house, you both took a nice shared shower before starting your dinner prep. Before arriving at the house yesterday, you had stopped at the local market to pick up some groceries. 

“So, what are we making tonight,” Joe asked as he sat down on one of the barstools. 

“I was thinking of shrimp-avocado tostadas and some of that wine we picked up yesterday?”

“Sounds delicious,” he said while rubbing his belly.

You let Joe fry the tortillas and make the avocado mixture while you cooked the shrimp and assembled the tostadas. While you were assembling the dish, Joe found a few candles in the cabinet and got an idea. He went outside to the backyard and set up the candles on one of the patio tables, setting the scene for a nice sunset dinner. He picked out a few flowers from the front of the house and put them in a vase to use as a centerpiece. He then poured the wine into 2 glasses, setting one on each side. 

You had finished plating the tostadas and didn’t see Joe anywhere. “Joe? Where are you,” you yelled out.

“Out here! Bring the plates outside,” he yelled back. 

You were a little confused but went along with it. You walked outside with your dinner and saw Joe setting the table and your heart melted. 

“Joe, this is so romantic,” you cooed while putting the plates on the table. 

He gave you a warm smile before pulling out one of the chairs for you to sit in. You sat down as he settled into the chair across from you. You both devoured the tostadas while making small talk about your plans for tomorrow. After you finished eating, Joe took the plates and set them inside; he suggested you both finish up your wine on the daybed since you would get a comfier view of the sky. 

Later that night, per your suggestion, you and Joe were sitting in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles and a few candles. You felt so relaxed even though you’d only been here for 2 days, and it was all because of Joe.

“I’m glad we finally get to have ‘us’ time,” Joe says while rubbing your thigh under the water. “I missed just being able to sit with you and do nothing. This past month felt so repetitive, I feel like we barely saw each other,” 

“Me too. We needed this,” you said as you pressed yourself into his chest a little more. Your back was to his chest and both your legs were tangled under the water. This was your favorite position; the warmth radiating off of his body felt like a big hug. 

“Thank you for doing this by the way,” you add.

“Doing what?” He questioned.

“This trip. I needed it more than I thought I did. Getting away from home and the change of environment was much needed. I think if I stayed in Ohio for another day I might have spontaneously exploded,” you joked, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. 

“Anytime,” he replied while kissing the nape of your neck.

“Do you feel better?” You asked. “I hope you were able to get your mind off of things. Your stuff was a lot heavier than mine,”

He lets out a content sigh and says, “Actually, yeah I do feel better. I think I just needed to get out of the chaos and get out of my head. This trip has helped me decompress and realize that not everything has to be so stuffy all the time,” Joe says. 

“Exactly,” you chirp as you lean your head back to place a kiss on his neck.

“I can’t do anything about what people are saying, they’ll always talk. But what I can do is work hard to get back to where I’m supposed to be. And I won’t be able to get there if I’m constantly pressuring myself,” he says. “Letting loose and having fun is a part of that journey. I need that balance,” he adds.

“And this is a great start,” you say while smiling up at Joe

“Yes it is,” Joe says while pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

You both had spent the rest of the night talking about the rest of your exciting activities planned for the final 2 days of the trip. You even talked about a few fun things you could do around Cincinnati when you get back home so that you could keep the work-life balance that you both so desperately needed. 

“This impromptu vacation might have been the best idea you’ve had so far,” you tell Joe as you both are about to fall asleep. 

“We should get away more often,” Joe grins.

--The End--

[littlemelaninfics]

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

(gif not mine)

You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

[celebtf]

Vinnie & the Car-shop

It was a hot summer day, Mid-july and and I was taking my Car to work. I woke up and I was not feeling well today, my head hurt, I was tired and hungry but I needed to work so I could afford rent and have food on my table.

I sat in the car, I got the AUX and put on some music from my regular playlist. The playlist is around 10h long so I have some songs to shuffle through.

As I was driving on the highway my car started to make this strange noice, I was in a rush and needed to hurry. I continued to drive even with the strange noice but the more I drove the more the sound got worse.

I picked up my phone and called my boss " Hey Joe, I'm sorry but my car just broke down on the Highway. I might not come in on time today, but I'm making it up to you" I heard my boss laugh a little " Hey man, it's okay, take the time you need and be safe while driving on the 40 highway. "

I hang up and called my local Car-shop and they send a car to pick my truck up. They come and I get a ride to the car-shop.

I walk in to the shop seeing a young man, im his early 20's, he can't be much younger then me, sitting on a box with his face in his face.

I go up to him and start talking " Hey man, what's up? How's it going " I asked to he polite and to see if there's anything I can help with.

" Hey man, I don't know, I'm having trouble with this thing over here, I don't know how or if I can fix this thing " the young man, who I now can see is that one tiktoker... what's his name, Vinnie hacker I think.

" Okay man, give me that thing over there " Vinnie gives me the screw and I show him how he can twist this and do that " Also, my fingers are getting dirty can I Barrow your gloves real quick " I ask him.

He gives me his gloves and I start to work on the car, and a bit later I feel the place getting hotter " I'm so sorry, but it's just so hot, I need to just take my shirt off" I said, throws the shirt and start working.

As I'm working I can feel my hands heat up, but I can't take the gloves off, my hands start to cramp and I can see them grow. My arms began so gain muscles and I can see a few, not a few alot of new tattoos for. My shoulders get bigger and my pecs too. I can feel my nipples getting hard and touching them feels really Nice. I felt something that felt like a punch to my stomach and I can see a pac of abs start to appear, a hard sixpack of Washboard abs.

I feel my face starting to heat up, my jaw cracked and got sharper, my eyes burned and my eyebrows grew bushier and my hair suddenly grew a bit longer, and blond. I'm usually not blond.

" Hey vinnie, wasn't your workday over 30 minutes ago? Why are you still here?" The owner comes up to me " I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what did you call me?"

He just looked at me and laughed " Vinnie you're always such a jokester " I didn't really understand him, but if I needed to leave then I would have to get going..

I went to the Bathroom before closing and that's when I finally saw what he meant. I was really vinnie, but how? And where was he now? But my mind started remember things, everything in my mind as Vinnie's memories.

" Okay I look really good, even better then before, I think I can get used to this"

I laughed and left the shop

Hey, I'm back, I wrote this story last week after trying to get out of this writters block I have had for like a month. I'm okay with this story not being the best. Just wanted something out and to post.

[arielburrow]

So It Goes

Your relationship with Joe seems to be a flame that was never put out.

“I just don’t see how this is ever going to work.” You struggle to get the words out through your sobs. Your hands cupped your face as you sat at the edge of your boyfriend's bed, his figure sulking above. “We keep telling ourselves we can push through but Joe we are miserable, and we aren’t anywhere near the end. You're going to Cincinnati in less than a month and I’m working out of Miami for at least the next three years!” Your cries become heavier as you feel his weight beside you as his head falls to your shoulder. You hear his silent cries as well.

“Your right…I hate it, but your right,” he mumbles into your shoulder. You pull him closer to you, grasping the fact that your relationship was inevitably at the end. “I mean really Joe, before I flew out here we shared what? Five texts in the last month? I barely made it to three games this season,” You whisper towards him. “I know, I know but baby you have to understand it won’t always be like that…just right now life is a whirlwind, and I just have to figure some things out but then-”

“Joey,” you cut him off. “You’ve been saying that for two years now…I mean i’ve accepted at this point your entire life is a whirlwind and I just don’t seem to fit into it.” You lift your head and stare blankly out of the window of his apartment. Thinking back to the first day you stepped foot in here and how optimistic you both were for the success of your long-distance relationship. You and Joe had been dating for two years back in Ohio and you’d be lying if you said those weren’t the best two years of your life. It started with innocent study sessions that eventually led to late-night conversations lying next to each other on his rickety dorm mattress. Before you knew it, he swept you off your feet and showed you what love really was. You remember the tears you wept when he first told you he decided on LSU. He immediately embraced you and you promised him they were “happy” tears and you were just so “excited” for his future. That being undoubtedly true, you never imagined how much Joe's life would change in the upcoming years, and how little you would be a part of it.

“y/n…I’m willing to wait, I promise you I don't care how much longer we’re apart for I’ll wait for the days when I get to wake up to you every morning.” he seemingly pleads as his head rises off your shoulder and you both meet each other's eyes. “Joe I am so beyond proud of everything this year has brought you and everything the next years are going to bring you. But, honey you know as well as I do that we are not the same people we were two year ago unpacking in this very apartment. Joe this is not a bad thing i need you to hear me, it’s just not healthy for either of us to keep dragging on a relationship that is fighting to keep its head above water.” You grab his hand and hold it close to you before you reluctantly stand and head for the door, tears streaming down your face as you reach for the handle.

“y/n…it’ll always be you, I promise even if we never see each other again, we both know deep down we were always meant for each other.”

That was four years ago

and as you stood in the mirror applying final touches to your face, it finally hit you. That gut feeling that you’ve had since you opened the invite but couldn’t quite put your finger on.

He’s going to be there.

There was no doubt about it. Sam was one of his best friends and it was the middle of the off-season. Hell he might even be in the wedding you think to yourself as you notice your face turn in the mirror. You both had lived about a million lives since you last saw each other which you know to be a fact due to your “surprising interest” in football whenever the Bengals were playing as your brother would joke. It was unintentional snooping on a life you swore you were putting an end to as soon as you got back to Florida. Of course your life carried on, you started dating again and made a great group of friends. But no matter what every Sunday you found yourself sat watching Joe through his brutal knee injury, Super bowl attempt, and current list of nagging injuries. Every now and then your mom would mention him over the phone but you were always quick to dismiss him, refusing to admit you still kept an eye on him. Besides the pit in your stomach, you were excited to watch your friend Sam marry his childhood best friend Ava and see all your friends you hadn’t gotten a chance to catch up with since moving back to the Ohio area. You moved back a couple of months ago, finding peace working with a new company that promised a more stationary enviorment for you. It was nice to be closer to family and friends and although it wasn’t considered Ohio, Covington was just under two miles from Cincinnati.

“Have you seen the gold hoops i laid out? I cant find them,” rachel comes into the room in a search. She was your best friend and you were so excited to be staying with her for the weekend, given she lived in down town cincy where the wedding was taking place. “here.” You hand her the earrings as she smiles.

“you look extra good,” she smirks bouncing your curls and flatting your dress once more. You roll your eyes knowing where she was going with this. “C'mon y/n, it’s been like a year since you’ve gotten laid, I just know tonight’s the night.” she laughs as she puts on her heels. “Your terrible, I’m not going to this wedding to get some, I’m going to celebrate our friends and-”

“you know he’s in the wedding right? I just wanted to warn you, Sam said he’s his best man,” she says looking up with a sympathetic smile. You sigh, “that’s good for him, glad him and Sam are still just as close.” You smile trying to brush off the conversation.

Arriving at the venue, you took in how beautifully decorated it was. White roses lined the entire isle and fairy lights were strung from each end of the ceiling. You and Rachel greeted familiar faces as you found your seats. You chatted for a bit with others, greeting both Sam and Ava’s parents. Soon after, silence fell as piano chords began to play and heads turned towards the double doors as they began to open. You watched as the party made its way down the aisle, some new faces, but for the most part, you recognized everyone.

Finally, you spotted him. His dirty blonde locks grown out long, framing his face in a way that brought out his features like no other. His frame was just as tall, just much more muscular in comparison to when you last saw him. He made his way down the aisle, arms locked with a pretty blonde with blue eyes. They walked with a sort of synchronicity, capturing every eye in the room even more than before. You couldn’t help but let out a smile at the fact that his eyes remained glued in-front of him, he seemed nervous. You felt Rachel poke your stomach, making you giggle a little. You hated to admit it, but he looked good, so good.

Finally Ava entered as everyone rose, she was such a beautiful bride and watching Sam’s reaction almost brought tears to your eyes. They looked so happy to be taking this step together and it pulled at your heartstrings knowing how far you still were from this step.

The ceremony started as you kept and eye on Joe, he still seemed to be in a trance just watching Sam, not taking note of the crowd. When they finally kissed, everyone stood in applause. You smiled as you scanned your eyes down the groomsmen once more, only to be stopped by a pair of blue eyes locked directly at you. You felt frozen for a moment, but forced yourself to let out a small smile, only met with a continuous face of shock from Joe. You would have probably stood there forever, however a shove from Rachel got you moving with the rest of the row out to the reception area.

Once everyone made their way to the much more open space with even more white roses and lights, you finally had a second to breath and take in what just happened. Everyone found their designated seat once again and watched as the bride and groom made their big entrance and began to make their way around greeting everyone.

You looked up to the wedding party table and immediately spotted him.

Well, not only him.

The same blonde you had assumed was only Ava’s maid of honor had her head rested on Joe’s shoulder and a hand on his chest. You took in her entire appearance. She was undoubtedly gorgeous and very petite compared to your taller figure. As your eyes scanned up you were met in a deadlock with Joe's eyes once again. His face was expressionless, but nonetheless, he had caught you in some sort of trance once again. Only shaking out of it when you heard Ava and Sam approaching your table. You greeted the two and chatted with them for a few minutes, trying to bury a growing feeling inside your stomach.

Before food was served, speeches were started by both sets of parents. All of them were beautifully worded and carefully thought out to honor the couple. As Joe stood to say his, you latched on to every word, secretly admiring the sincerity he had for his best friend. He kept it short but sweet, and of course, claps seemed a little louder after his. Finally, you watched as the blonde stood, introducing herself as Stephanie, she went on about her best friend Ava and you subconsciously tuned her out. You were brought back when Joe’s name was mentioned, specifically how, “thankful” she was for Sam bringing such a “special man” into her life. She smiled looking down at him and placing a hand on his shoulder as he looked up to her with a small smile. You couldn’t tell if you were more shocked at her words or the twisting in your stomach because of her words. The adoring coos from the audience didn’t help the feeling, and neither did the few glances you picked up from individuals who knew well of your past with Joe.

As the reception continued, the dance floor got more crowded and the music got louder as the night continued. Your mind was in a different place than it was an hour ago, you were actually enjoying dancing with your friends and catching up with people you hadn’t seen in years. “You want a drink?” you loudly ask Rachel over the music as she dances next to you. “No thanks! Still working on this one!” she shows you her drink and you nod, letting her know you’d be at the bar. You hopped up on a barstool greeting the bartender with a smile as you rattled off your order. Turning away only for a second to look at the dance floor, you were startled when you turned back, noticing who had joined you.

“vodka soda please.” Joe orders from the man and slowly turns his head towards you with a smile. You can’t help but giggle a little. “How are you still drinking the same thing from college? Some things really never change I guess.” You raise your eyebrows as you take a sip from your drink. “Hello to you too.” He sarcastically replies making you both smile a little. “I honestly had no idea you were going to be here, I mean i can’t believe Sam didn’t mention it,” he states. “Yeah well it was great timing, I moved to the Covington area a few months ago so I was excited to come see everyone again,” you reply trying to make casual conversation. “Wow…I had no idea you were back, I mean i’m just really surprised to see you after all this time.” His eyes softened a bit and you could’ve sworn he had gotten closer. “You look really great, y/n” his words are quieter and you swear you see a shift in his eyes. You blush a bit at his words and fail to hide it. “Thank you, so do you. How have you been doing?” you reply trying to change the path of the conversation. “I’m alright, just making it through the off-season right now after such a shitty season. Looking forward to some trips and stuff,” he reply’s with a shrug. “That’s nice, I’m glad you let yourself relax a little,” You give him a genuine smile. Your eyes both lingered on each other a little too long, leaving you both in a blushed giggle. “So are you still working the same job,” he questions. “No, I mean technically yeah, but for a different company. I wasn’t happy anymore and felt like I couldn’t move up at all. Now I can stay here and feel a lot more productive with what I’m actually doing.” you stop yourself from going on not wanting to bombard him with a vent. “That’s nice you can stay in one place now, wish it could’ve been like that a couple years ago.” He laughs to himself but immediately regrets his word choice seeing your reaction. You felt a ping of guilt. He was right, things would be so different if you hadn’t uprooted your whole life for a job you wouldn’t even end up settling on. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.” His hand inched toward yours but he stopped himself, seeming to be fighting an internal conflict. “It’s okay” you give him a reassuring smile.

You two continue to catch up and throw back a couple more drinks which you couldn’t even deny you were heavily feeling. You both watched the movement on the dance floor and your eyes fell on Stephanie who you had caught suspiciously watching Joe a few times throughout the night. Your mind honestly no longer had a say in what your words were. “So…” you press on “Stephanie seems nice!” You say with a clearly high octave in your voice making Joe laugh and shake his head. “Yeah..Yeah you know Sam introduced us, and we basically went on a double date and all and you know, it’s all good.” He finishes off his drink and places it on the bar with a hint of aggression. You watch her make her way off the dance floor and towards you and Joe. She pulls him off the barstool, clearly ignoring you and drags him to dance. He was clearly just as drunk as you which you felt partially at fault for, but decided to go find Rachel. You searched around for a bit but couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. You noticed Stephanie taking a selfie with Joe from across the room which he seemed antsy to get away from. You figured maybe Rachel took a step outside so made your way to the lit-up back patio area. You felt a sharp breeze as you stepped outside, regretting not bringing a coat as you held your arms and began to walk in search of her. After a long walk around the venue, you felt less under the influence and took a deep breath before you were stopped in your tracks.

“you just seem to be everywhere tonight.” You Joke, causing Joe's head to turn from where he was leaning on the railing looking out towards the city. “You look absolutely freezing,” his eyebrows raise as you accept the spot next to him. “just a bit” you joke, not expecting what he does next. You feel his suit jacket rest over your shoulders and a feeling of warmth overcomes you, something greater than just the feeling of a jacket. You look up to him with a smile before looking back towards the city. You both stood there, in absolute silence, for what felt like an eternity. The sun was long set by now, and the city glowed as each building outlined its own unique story. Your eyes traced each one, you felt so in touch at this moment, probably partially due to the alcohol, and partially due to something much greater than that.

Joe was the first to break the silence. “y/n…I’m really glad I got to see you, I really thought I’d never see you again.” he admits keeping his eyes ahead. You take a deep breath before speaking. “Yeah me too Joe, i’m glad everything worked out for us you know? We both got what we wanted in the end.” You said trying to convince yourself your words held truth. Joe seemed happy and like he had it all, you on the other hand felt like a lost puppy. He lets out a breath as his head drops before he turns to you. “Are you happy?” he asks. You freeze at the question, such simple words left you so complexed. Your silence seemingly answers his question. “Y/n…I told you a long time ago how much you mean to me, I just want you to know that hasn’t changed.” You both turn to each other at his words. “Joe-” you start but he cuts you off.

“Just listen. You ended things a long time ago with us and I let you. But I shouldn’t have, I should’ve fought harder and you know, I guess I just wanted you to know I’m sorry, for not fighting harder.” he stares into your eyes in a way you knew all too well. A feeling you hadn’t felt in years crept back into your body as you felt yourself gravitate towards him. You feel him pick up your hand as he moves in. His other hand meets your chin as he lifts your head towards his.

Inches away,

You feel your nose graze his, and in a quick second, you are met with the only lips that have ever meant anything to you.

Part two here

[matt0044]

What we can learn from “The Jaune Arc Discourse” (TM).

Well, to start with, people are really resistant to being corrected on lies at worst or overstatements at best.

Like if nothing else, the Does RWBY Like Women poll was illuminating in how it showed me that a veeeeeery weird myth about Jaune Arc has persisted beyond its true relevancy.

Volume 1 of RWBY features Jaune Arc in the spotlight for… what? Four episodes? The minutes of each adding up to roughly twenty minutes, the length of an average TV episode?

While he was featured in the previous storyline where we are given an eight episode arc introducing us to our eight main protagonists, he was a lot more… ancillary as comic relief. A discount Lavernius Tucker with Felix’s voice if you will.

He's Vomit Boy in episode one. Episode two has him introduced more formally as somebody who helps up Ruby after a bad first impression on Weiss. He later appears more prominently pining over Weiss and catching Pyrrha's attention before falling to bracing himself in being catapulted into the Emerald Forest.

He's bailed out by Pyrrha and it's set up that he's in over his head by not knowing what Aura is or at least wanting to know how it works. An exposition sponge as I heard on fan call it. I could go on but the point is that all signs pointed to a Butt Monkey Ron Stoppable sort who was likely there for cheap laughs.

Amusing enough but I worried if that's all he'd be personally. Lord knows that some movies give the Comic Relief character too much comic relief and, well, not enough character. But after Ruby and Weiss have their leader/lance headbutting, the four episodes that followed reassured me that there'd be more to Jaune than meets the eyes.

But to circle back to the main thesis, it's actually fascinating that the myth of Jaune hijacking the narrative for himself is this pervasive when the offending story in question... is very much a self-contained character piece. It's way less about the wider story involving Ozpin, Roman Torchwick (at the time) and the White Fang.

It has relevance in how Pyrrha starts mentoring Jaune after he deals with Cardin and gets over himself (for now) which trickles down into future stories. Even then, the next story arc right back with Team RWBY with nary a sign of the everyman in question. A story arc that does deal with elements of the main plot, leading directly into Volume 2.

And in Volume 2, Jaune trying to woo Weiss and being ignorant to Pyyrha's advancements was just a subplot scattered in the first half of the story. It very much piggybacks off of Team RWBY's whole deal.

Volume 3 has what I consider to be a reversal of what's been known as Trinity Syndrome.

Namely the sort where a male character goes off the square off with the main villain mano-e-mano after shoving the female character/his love interest away so she won't get hurt. An egrigious example being when the love interest CAN FIGHT and back him up.

However, Pyyrha instead shoves Jaune out of the way after kissing him and goes off to face Cinder in a very fatal battle. It was honestly a brilliant (as much as the term may be disliked these days) subversion of the cliche.

And it’s Ruby who sees her death and gets the trauma induced power up. Jaune only has a scene of angst before that and was the one to call Ruby to have her try and back up the one he just realized he loved.

Jaune from that point on is an Everyman Protagonist who is forced to remember that he’s not THE protagonist. Yet the myth persistently proclaims that he hijacks the narrative from the titular Team RWBY despite only four episodes being wholly dedicated to him and his head space.

How did we get here?

Well… there’s the fact that not everyone finished Volume 1 and that not everybody, well, watched RWBY. And that would be fine on its own. You gave it a shot and it wasn’t your cuppa joe. You saw the trailer but clicked on something else.

I get it. That’s fine. Contrary to popular belief, nobody in the FNDM will really fault you for it. Less fine is when you spread faulty readings of RWBY and from those heavily biased against it no less.

It cannot be emphasized enough that tearing into RWBY is a cottage industry on YouTube. Hbomberguy might have the biggest platform but you’ll find multiple channels with lengthy series on “RWBY bad, here why.” And they are actually amongst the FNDM. They know how the YT Algorithm game is played, how it rewards engagement above all else. And sadly, negativity and rage pay more bills.

It’s why there are few positive videos or at least few that are pushed into the recommendations. Many often borrow the same points from each other born from the V1 days, namely that Jaune is allegedly given favoritism by the writers while we somehow “don’t know who the main girls are.”

From four episodes.

I also think it’s also to do with how it’s not that he actually did steal screentime… so much as many anticipated he would. A lot of shows and movies I grew up with would have strong female characters but any potential they had was hindered by the male lead and his hero’s journey. See the above Trinity Syndrome I referenced.

But Jaune didn’t do that. Even when he was central to an event like his semblance being awakened, it’s a healing/power boost that he gives to others. Weiss getting skewered might’ve brought it out but it lead to her getting back into the fray while he was largely to the sides.

Seems more like he shares screentime if anything.

People cling to these myths despite legit fans actually pointing out, “Hey, that’s not true actually and here’s why,” because that hate being told they are wrong more than being wrong. And because there are many around these who reinforce this “truth,” they feel content with it. No need to challenge it when it “feels” right.

So Jaune Arc stole screentime. Because that’s what “everyone else” is saying. By you need to question popular opinions. You need to realize that sometimes… a fan community is based on lies.

”Trust me, bro” is not the gotcha you think it is.

[lillyspeakz]

reader greeting wilbur at the airport after a tour. when he first spots you he practically runs to you. he’s tired and clingy and hasn’t seen you in soooo long

hello! I loved this concept and I hope I wrote it well, I’m sorry this took a longer time, but I hope you enjoy!

warnings: fluff!!!!!

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The boys had been on tour in the US for a couple months now, having played at festivals and all around the country. You sadly couldn’t go with them due to work and bad timing, but you did fly out to a show or two if you could. Even then, it’s been a month and some time since you’ve seen Wilbur in person, the FaceTime calls and small conversations hanging you both over till he was home.

Tom had made fun of you both for being so clingy towards each other, even when you were thousands of miles apart. He’d text Wilbur saying how gloomy you were and how you wouldn’t stop talking about him, and he’d also complain to you about how Wilbur would ask why you weren’t answering him when he knew you were with Tom and some friends. He just wanted to talk to you as much as he could.

You both pushed his comments away, only worried about the other and hoping someday soon you can see each other. So when Wil told you that they had one more show and he’d be home, you were ecstatic! You’d be able to see him in less than 48 hours.

To say you were a tad nervous was an understatement. You hadn’t seen him properly in a while, haven’t felt his touch and the warmth of his body and it made you ache for it. You did know what you’d do once you saw him, but all you knew was you were excited to be in the same room as him again.

As you stood in the airport, waiting to see at least someone from the group, hoping it’d be the tall brunette. Sadly your hopes were shattered as you saw Ash and Mark walking towards you with their luggage, Joe and David following close behind.

As they spotted you, they all gave you tired smiles and waves. You hugged all of them, knowing that they didn’t really want to socialize with the jet lag and how crazy everything has been. But you all silently knew they were all glad to be back and ready to rest before grinding again.

Turning back around, you finally saw him. He was stood a few feet away, looking at you with the most relieved look ever, a small smile on his face as his eyes took you in. You smiled back at him as tears started to rise in your eyes. You let out a laugh as he waved at you, walking up to him as you threw your arms around his neck and hid your face in his chest.

His arms engulfed you in their hold as he dropped his bag on the floor and pulled you as close to him as he could. His hand held the back of your head, as one rested around your waist.

“Oh my darling, how I’ve missed you.” He whispered out to you, his face hidden behind your hair. He held onto you tightly, still trying to grasp that you were actually in front of him.

You both didn’t realize how hard and lonely the long distance had been until now, all of the things that made you mad or sad or feel lonely was all because you didn’t have your person beside you. It didn’t feel right until now.

Pulling away, Wilbur cupped your face in his hands and wiped a stray tear that fell from your face, smiling down at you as you giggled. Leaning down , Wil softly placed his lips on yours in a much needed kiss. The kiss was indescribable, so many emotions and feelings going into that one kiss. Holding onto his forearms, you rubbed his wrist as he continued to kiss you, neither of you wanting to let go yet.

“Ok, can we do this later? I would like to get home sometime soon.” Joe commented as Wilbur pulled away and flipped him off, a laugh escaping the boys lips.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s go, love. Once we get the whiney children home, we can take a much needed nap yes?” Wil asked you, silent hope shining through his eyes.

“Yes. Yes we can.” You said, laughing as he fist pumped the air in excitement.

-

Bonus;

“Hey! The chat wants to see you.” Tommy said as he came into the editing room that was part of his office. Wil had been editing the newest episode for Sorry since we was back and had time to do it, leading you to be dragged with him for moral support.

“Ooo yeah!” You said as you went to get up, but was quickly met with arms around your waist and a groan coming from behind you and a head hiding in your neck. “Once I get this little guy off me.” Wil groaned at the nickname but didn’t protest.

“Wil, man! It’s been a week! They won’t disappear if they’re not with you for five seconds.” Tommy complained as he waited for Wil to let you go and let you come with him.

“But I had them first.” Wil whined, pulling you tighter against him as you ran your hand through his hair, loving how close you were in the moment.

“I’ll only be a minute or two ok? I won’t be long.” You whispered to him as he looked at you with a small pout.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You said back as he huffed and looked at the blonde.

“You have 5 minutes max! Anymore than that and I’m stealing them away again.” Wil pointed a finger at Tom as he held his hands up in a defensive manner.

“Jeez man! It’s not me who wants them! Tell chat that!”

“Tell chat for me?” Wil asked as he looked at me.

“Always.”

taglist: @ivvees-blog @horny-p0et

[inn-oceanid]

``—LOOK ! ,,

Lyney is such an interesting and flirty motherfucker. Recently this song has been all over my fyp; Tingin (Look) by Cup of Joe. It's a Filipino song and it's vvvvvvvvvv good.

I recommend listening to the song while you read this.

Imagine—

Another spectacular performance by Lyney and Lynette has brought huge smiles and loud cheers from the crowd, expressing utter satisfaction and glee from the magic they have witnessed once more.

It was no lie that Lyney was fond of the crowd cheering for them, it boosts his pride and confidence as a magician. It gives him strength to go further with magic, to bring joy to people, even if it's just for a while.

Dawn has fallen as the Opera Epiclese started to empty, the audience had started to make their way back home with a lingering excitement left in their souls, magic truly has such a strong impact. Some started to go home while some stayed, chatting with their friends, family, whoever as laughter filled the air. It was like music to Lyney's ears.

"Great Magician Lyney!"

A kid who happened to be an audience from today's performance waved at the magician who made his way out of the opera with his sister, or also known as his magic assistant. The little boy jumped excitedly as he shook his arms in the air, eager to be noticed by him.

"Hello there," Lyney did not fail to notice, that's a given. He waved back at the little boy and grabbed a card out of nowhere, making the child gasp as his eyes went wide as plates. Flicking the edge of the card with his index finger, Lyney pulled out a balloon from it, amazing the child further.

The distinct sound of the child's cheers immediately drew attention from other people, ending up creating another circle of audience.

Lyney chuckled and gave the white balloon to the kid, patting his head firmly. "You're the coolest magician in the whole world!" Beamed the child as he made sure he had a good grip on the string, jumping happily while the crowd clapped their hands along.

"Magician Lyney show us another trick!"

"Another one, encore!"

The magician placed a hand on his chest, wholeheartedly feeling warm from the crowd's cheering. Usually, he doesn't do any more tricks whenever he finishes a performance at the opera. But as he looks at the crowd cheering for him in glee, how could he say no? The crowd's happiness was, indeed, his happiness as well, after all.

Moments has passed as he showed the crowd small tricks here and their, erupting the joy and excitement further more, creating a lively evening. Twirling his hat on his index finger, he tapped it and white doves flew out, swimming in the air.

Lyney adored magic.

That was what he thought, until he saw you in the midst of crowd.

He felt like time has stopped the moment his eyes landed on your figure, your skin that illuminated from the light that the moon had radiated. The way your hair flowed along the wind as you walked past. You made his heart stop beating, but beat so fast at the same time.

Were you not interested in magic? Or were you simply just the type to mind your own business? A foreigner perhaps that has yet to know him? Either way, even though you didn't turn to look at the crowd surrounding him, he was enticed by your beauty.

The cheering of the crowd became more and more incoherent to his ear the more he stared at you, as if you and him were the only ones there. Or better yet, as if this moment was given for him to admire you and your unfamiliarity that he found so alluring.

Have you noticed him before he could even notice you? Were you looking at him while he was busy entertaining the crowd? Was there any second that you took to look at him before you turned around? He hoped you did. He hoped that you glanced at him by any chance.

—

That's all he thought about as he went home. His head was drowning in the thought of you. It felt weird for him to feel this way, you were a stranger and yet he felt attached already. He wanted to see you again.

[tuxebo]

for my old friends, like og old, you might remember this post. however, my sweet anon that just sent that rdr2 ask about my thoughts on it, you just unlocked my tenth eye. arthur morgan with the poshest bastard known to fucking man. your fancy words, tight ass clothes, even your perfect posture is disgusting. (to which, of course, you would say the exact same about him)

when you fall into a ditch for arthur to stumble upon, the worst person that could possible find you, to say you had a rocky start is the understatement of the century. why he saves you? probably because he assumed you were wealthy and based in the area, he's be able to steal from your estate if you just trusted him and shared a little too much information.

come to find out, you're a little brat miles away from home and now you're his responsibility because 1. you know about the gang and their location and aren't allowed to just go and 2. no one else wants to deal with you.

to be fair, you are not entirely useless. yes, trust that arthur puts your hiney to work, as soon as your broken ankle is healed. you speak to the rich folk that typically wouldn't give him the time of day on his behalf, negotiate the shit out of whoever is unfortunate enough to do business with the both of you, you also help him befriend some of these rich folk so that him and javier can pay them a "visit" later.

granted, all of those "pros" comes with a price because you are nothing if not high maintenance. also, you talk a lot. it kind of comes with the territory, knowing all that you claim you do. arthur pays the price (well the gang does because he cuts it from what he donates) and it's definitely a good cause.

however, let's talk about the little things. the way western riders and english riders ride are undeniably different.

first off, hands. you're used to riding using both hands at all times, you were around people that did the same. you heard about people who didn't (western riders) but now you were around them all the damn time. imagine the first time you saw this man use his gun while on a moving horse, taking a perfect shot? man, oh man. he does pick up on your little fascination rather quickly and in the beginning uses it to show off, to one up you, but intentions change, at some point.

more on hands, when you try to ride with one hand, you almost fall off when your horse took got startled and picked up a little too much speed. worry not, however, our hero caught you before you could fall and readjusted you with his free hand. like nothing happened, he just kept riding unfazed like nothing happened at all.

secondly, sports. occasionally, when out at about, someone would notice you don't exactly look like your average joe from valentine. like arthur was challenged to a shooting competition, you were challenged to a fox hunting, which you gladly agreed. you did quite a bit of fox hunting with your friends and family back at home, now it was just you and arthur versus three other guys, which was of no concern. of course, you beat them by a day, earning the two of you a quite a bit of coin. but the money is actually in watching you, ever so concentrated, track a fox. arthur didn't realize you were useful for more than that mouth of yours, which you claim is his fault because he never asked.

finally, forms of control. the way you ride is very different. while it's something that kind of flies over your head, it's not so much the case for arthur. at first he noticed the way you ride and it kind of annoyed him, but it was appreciable when he watched you ride in an empty dressage ring you stumbled upon when you stumbled across some large estate. why you move so much on the saddle over such little distance, maybe he'd get answers from sitting back and watching? can't hurt to try.

more on forms of control, one thing you do notice is how "aggressive" arthur rides. not in an abusing the horse way, but it's nothing like your gentle riding. you had control with your reins, he did in a different way. this kind of ties in with his balance and ability to ride and do different things at the same time, but he was able to lasso people and pull them to his horse without a much thought, take control of horses while racing alongside it on his own like he was a sport. as neat as you kept yourself, sweaty arthur during sunset? yes, please.

okay, if you know, you know. all this while being enemies?? now, i could go on for hours. he is so fine. i want to talk more abt it so bad, someone please tell me you see the vision.

[funnyjb]

Chapter 1

How you get the girl

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“Alright boys, let’s go.”- Zac

The boys were doing warm ups before they started getting to work.

“Hey, dad!”- you

Coach Taylor turned around

“Hey, hon!”- Zac

He kissed you on the forehead and gave you a hug

“Are you working out here today?”- Zac

“Yeah, getting some content. I need to film and take pictures of the offense today.”- you

“Fun! Let me know if you need anything.”- Zac

“Will do!”- you

“Alright boys, hustle!”- Zac

And there he goes right back at it.

I stayed around for a bit getting some content. Taking pictures of the boys and filming there funny little jokes.

I was standing near the water table where the boys can get some refreshments when it was break time. Break time also means everyone go get water! So the once so quiet water table that was keeping me company turned into a place with loud and sweaty NFL players getting water.

“Hey, y/n! How have you been?”- Teddy k

“Hey, Ted! Been good! How’s the family?”- you

“Doing great!”- Teddy K

“Good!”- you

“Yo, y/n! How is the content coming along?”- Ja’Marr

“Great! Got some great pics! Want to see?”- you

“Hell yeah, I do!”- Ja’Marr

He came closer to me and looked over at my camera and I then showed him my phone that had some videos. One of the videos was Joe Burrow and Ja’Marr and Joe was sliming Ja’Marr

“Of course you got me getting slimed. Yo, Joey b, come check this out!”- Ja’Marr waved to Joe

Joe looked over at us and came walking over.

God he is Gorgeous.

“What’s up? Oh, Hey y/n!”- Joe

“Hi!”- you smiled

HI???? Why did I say it like that!

“Look at this video y/n got of us!”- Ja’Marr

He showed him the video.

“Wait, that’s awesome! Y/n, do you mind sending it to me?”- Joe

“Sure! I will send it as soon as I can.”- you

“Thanks!”- Joe

“Yeah, me too, please!” - Ja’Marr

“On it!”- you

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Practice was over and the team was heading back inside to wash up and head home. Me on the other hand is staying a little bit longer so I can get some more work done.

I was walking back through the halls when I heard someone call my name. It was Joe.

“Hey, y/n! Wait up!”- Joe

I stopped in my tracks

“Hey, Joe.”- you smile

“I was just wondering if you could send me some photos from today adding along with the video if you don’t mind?”- Joe

“Of course, it’s no problem.”- you

“Thanks.”- Joe

He started walking with me.

“So, how long have you been working for the Bengals?”- Joe

“Ever since last year. I was an intern for a while and then finally got the job when I graduated.”- you

“That’s cool. Where did you go to college?”- Joe

“Ohio state!”- you

“Really?! I went there!”- Joe

“Yeah, I know. Everyone always used to talk about you.”- you laugh

Joe laughs to

“How come I never saw you? We were the same grade.”- Joe

“I don’t know! I guess never crossed paths! But I did see you around.”- you

“Really?”- Joe

“Yeah, when you were at practice or walking with Sam.”- you

“Oh right! You knew Sam!”- Joe

“Yep!”- you

“Yeah..”- Joe rubbed his neck

“Can I ask you something?”- Joe

“Sure! You can ask me anything!”- you

“Would you like-”- Joe

“Hey, burrow! We need you for a press conference.”- bengals staff

“Oh um, ok.”- Joe

He waved at them to let them know he was coming.

“I will catch you later.” Joe smiled

“Yeah! See ya later, burrow.”- you smile

Joe blushes and turns to go to the conference.

I smile to myself thinking about that encounter I just had with Joe. I wonder what he wanted to ask me?

I later got back to my office and started sending pictures and videos to the players. I of course sent the videos and pictures to Ja’Marr and Joe too.

An hour later I got a notification from my phone. It was from instagram so o decided to open it. It says Joe burrow just posted.

joeyb_9 Stories

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[lildashofheaven1]

‘We dont have to take our clothes off’

Joseph Quinn x female y/n

‼️TW‼️ SA, talk of sex, 18+, swearing

Friday night, my friends had convinced me to go out in south london on a night out to get over my shitty ex.

I dolled myself up and tried to make it look like i have my life together, im wearing a short red dress with my hair half up and tied a black silk bow to tie it with, i also paired it with natural ish make up and added a red lip.

Not a word from your lips, you took for granted that i want to skinny dip.

A quick hit, thats your game. But i’m not a piece of meat, stimulate my brain.

I sat on my sofa in silence as i mindlessly scrolled instagram and saw my ex post a pic of him and his new girl which made me feel awful, awful as he cheated on me and awful as i know he wont change and she will have to endure what i did.

I was interrupted with my thoughts by a knock on my front door, i walked to the door and was met with my best friend Ziggy wearing a pink dress shirt and flared blue jeans.

“Sup slut!” He said in a road-man voice and burst out laughing, i faked a laugh before saying, “Do we have to go out zigs? I dont know if im feeling it” to this his face fell, i know how much he loves to go out and the thought of ruining this night for him made me feel awful.

“The night is young, and so are we” Ziggy answered with ‘if you hate it that bad when were out then we can come home, i promise’ he added as he held out his pinky, we pinky swore then headed out after i grabbed a black YSL clutch bag.

We made it to the club which i hadn’t been to since breaking up with my ex, Ziggy reached for my hand and said ‘cmon, he wont be in here’ i nodded and we walked in.

We went to the bar to get a drink and i saw all these people around me, desperate for attention and wanting to be the only person in the room.

At one point, a man walked towards me saying “y’alright darlin? Wanna give man your number? stilll” i looked to Ziggy for help and he put his arm around me saying

“This bloke bothering you babe?” In his as he called it ‘straight man voice’ eventually the guy got the hint and left to stalk his next prey.

Lets just get to know each other slow and easy

“Take my hand” Ziggy said as we moved to the middle of the dance floor.

let's hit the floor

Shake our bodies to the music. Maybe then you’ll score

So come on baby wont you show some class

Why’d you have to move so fast

We dont have to take our clothes off

To have a good time

We can dance and party all night and drink some cherry wine

After dancing for around an hour i got into my groove and was even doing shot after shot with Ziggy.

“Check out the brunette bloke in a nice shirt and looking fine!” Ziggy said and pointed at a bloke stood at the bar with another mad who’s dressed in all black with blonde hair tied into a small bun, i cant take my eyes off of the brunette man.

“He’s so fit!!” I shouted back to Ziggy as the music was so loud. “Go chat to him!” “No way!” “Y/n you’ve waited so long for this!! Go and get laid by the fit bloke!” The alcohol is starting to hit us very clearly at this point, im gonna regret this tomorrow.

I stood quiet, Ziggy then shouted again “if you dont shag him i will!” And pointed yet again at the brunette. The man at the bar thought Ziggy was calling him over so he came over and i felt my face turn bright red.

“Y’alright mate?” The brunette asked

“My mate fancies you!” Ziggy yelled again, i dont know whether it was the alcohol or Ziggy being a complete twat. The brunette had a look of confusion until he looked down at me slightly and his gaze softened as we made eye contact, it immediately clicked.

This is Joseph-fucking-Quinn!

Despite my best thoughts, the alcohol didn’t stop me from saying to him “your Eddie Munson!” To that Joseph shook his head while laughing. “Y’alright joe? Whos your friends?” Omfg its jamie! I sobered up at the realisation that two celebs know of my existance?! The two of them, clearly less drunk than me and Ziggy ended up being such nice guys and invited us to the VIP area to have a couple drinks.

As me and Ziggy sat down with them, he pulled me towards him and whispered (which was not quiet at all)

“They’re the guys from the show, ain’t they?” I jokingly shoved him away while laughing. Thankfully the VIP area was a lot quieter than the main part meaning we could actually have a conversation, it resembled more of a quiet pub due to how little people were there.

“Whatre we wanting to drink?” Jamie asked as he got his wallet out. “You dont have to honestly..” i started but Ziggys face lit up and said

“Well if you’re offering handsome ill take a double vodka coke” winking at him at the end. “And mard-arse over here will have a single vodka lemonade” Ziggy added while nudging me, i then slapped him upside the head.

I smiled at Jamie and said thank you.

“So Y/n, where abouts are you from?” Joseph asked as Ziggy went to help Jamie carry the drinks.“Originally im from Brighton, i moved down a few years ago for university” i said with a chuckle.

His smile lit up the bloody room and i added “i study, performing arts, music and art” i noticed he looked intrigued, “sorry i need to learn when to stop talking, honestly i end up just blabbing and its probably why Ziggys the only one to put up with me?” I laughed, i had complete word vomit, why wasn’t Ziggy there to slap his hand round my mouth to stop me?!

“Thats interesting, what do you do in art?” Joseph asked almost knowing the panic i was feeling, wanting me to know he cares and is interested.

After chatting with him for a few more minutes jamie and ziggy returned with the drinks, including a coke for jamie.

“Im gonna run to the toilet ill be back in a sec” i said as i stood up“Want me to stand guard again?” Ziggy asked“No im okay, it seems nice enough in this bit, ill be fine” i smiled at them all and went to the toilet

Just slow down if you want me A man wants to be approached cool and romantically, oh-oh I've got needs, I'm just like you And if the conversation's good vibrations through and through

I was leaving the toilets when i felt a cold hand grab my wrist and dragged me back against the wall, i slammed my head against the wall due to the force.I looked up to see who it was and it was the guy from earlier, a man i now recognise was my exes best friend, Brian.

“You know you always wanted me y/n” he slurred, how the fuck did he get in here?!He dragged me back into the bathroom that was empty and started kissing my neck i tried to get him off

“So come on baby wont you show some class?” He sneered

We don't have to take our clothes off To have a good time, no-oh We could dance and party all night. And drink some cherry wine

Ziggy Pov

“Im gonna go check on y/n, shes usually less time than this” i know my best friend like the back of my hand, somethings wrong Joe and jamie nodded as i walked towards the bathroom. I opened the door and saw that piece of shit pinning my best friend against the wall where she was sobbing and frozen in fear.

Y/n Pov

The door opened and ziggy stood still for a second until he pounced and ripped him off of me and threw him on the ground so hard he flew through the push door and landed on the floor next to the bar.

“You fucking piece of shit! What do you think your doing?!” Ziggy screamed at him as i walked out the bathroom with tears flooding and i was moving my dress straps that he had tried ripping off.

Ziggy pulled Brian out of the bathroom mid way through his attack so he had his jeans undone and halfway down and he was escaped his underwear during his attack on me.

Joseph and Jamie leaped out fo their seats and ran towards us. Jamie was helping Ziggy get rid of Brian. Whereas Joseph was holding me and helping me through my panic attack.

“Are you okay? Y/n cmon breathe for me darling” he said as he held my head to his chest so i could ground myself with his heartbeat.

Jamie and Ziggy had gotten Brian on his feet and yelled for security. Before security had gotten to them. They had a field day beating the shit out of Brian.

When Brian got escorted out he was spitting blood and Definitely had a broken nose. A nice touch was Ziggy was wearing a ring with the word ‘BITCH’ imprinted on it. After punching Brian the word bitch had been stamped-onto his cheek.

After we were sure he was gone i went straight to the bar and asked for two shots of vodka, throwing them back straight away. “She had a shitty ex and the fact that he will stop at nothing to make her life hell, its all my fault i borderline forced her to come out tonight” i heard ziggy say to them as i was at the bar.

As the night died down i had sobered up a lot so i had counteracted that by ordering shot after shot and wanting to forget the pain. Joseph had a few beers, however he wasn’t nearly as drunk as i was, Jamie didn’t drink so obviously he was his usual self. But me, i was wasted and i knew i was going to regret it tomorrow

I had my arm around josephs shoulder for support as we left the club. Ziggy had left sometime earlier as he met someone he was planning on spending the night with, i never felt so comfortable than with these two men so i assured him i was completely fine.

As we went outside, joseph and Jamie stopped for a cigarette “you smoke?” Jaime offered his pack, i nodded and took one while saying thank you. Joseph handed me his lighter as we all stood outside enjoying our cigs.

“Come back to mine y/n not sure if i love the idea of you alone in london at this time” joseph offered with a smile. I was honestly too tired to argue so i agreed, after our cigs me and joseph got into an uber and headed for his apartment after saying goodbye to jamie

“Its been lovely meeting you y/n, and im so sorry about your exes friend” jamie hugged and smiled at me as i said goodbye to him.

As we entered josephs flat, i had this wave of confidence hit me as i stopped us walking in his flat to kiss him. He broke the kiss and said “ i dont want you to regret this tomorrow y/n”

“I doubt i will” i whispered sultrily in his ear as he continued the kiss and picked me up so i was straddling him as he took me to his room and lay me on the bed, he then got on top of me and took his shirt off.We made out for minutes but it ended way too soon as he broke the kiss again and said “y/n your drunk i cant do it to you, especially after what happened tonight i just wouldn’t be right. I mean, we dont have to take out clothes off to have a good time”

I respected his morals and agreed that we shouldn’t do it. He stood up as i sat on his bed, he walked back holding a large bang t shirt saying “you can get dressed in the bathroom if you like? The second door on the right” he smiled at me.

I took the shirt while saying thank you, i headed to the bathroom while walking past photos on his wall of him and his friends on set, him with his family. After changing i returned to his room to see him lay on his bed wearing nothing but grey joggers, his face lit up as he saw me.

We spent the night together with movies on in the background playing on his tv while we spoke about anything and everything, getting to know each other more.

Safe to say i did not regret the night i spent with him

[antiquatedplumbobs]

Spring 1916

It was a cool spring evening and Will Sewell was rushing home. He'd come to town on important business: accepting Joe's job offer.

The older man has been ecstatic and insisted the two share a celebratory drink, the very reason Will was now running late. Taken with Joe's infectious excitement, Will found himself unable to stop smiling even as he made his way home. Of course, he’d have to wait a bit before starting: Joe still needed to find an investor, an endeavor that was proving difficult, with the war in Europe making everyone a bit skittish. That was good for Will, though — he had yet to tell his father the news and wouldn’t turn his nose up at a bit of extra time to do that.

He was nearing the train station, his mind still occupied with fantasies of the future awaiting him, when he noticed a young woman standing by the notice board. She was dressed somewhat shabbily, and had only a thin sweater and straw hat to protect against the chill off the bay. He would not normally stop, running late as he was, but something about her caught his attention and he found himself impulsively stopping to offer assistance .

She turned, looking up at him with a suspicious, unfriendly look. A look Will hadn't noticed, being too distracted by what he thought might have been the clearest blue eyes he had ever seen.

“I thank you, sir, but I am quite alright on my own,” she said stiffly, turning away. Will realized belatedly that an unsolicited offer of help from a strange man might unnerve a young, unaccompanied woman.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes shifting to the ground. “It looked like you might be a bit lost, and — well, it’s going to be dark soon; I just thought you might need some help.” He turned to go, discomfited at the thought of having upset her.

Wait!” He turned at her call. She was biting her lip and looked deep in concentration. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me. I could use some directions.” She looked a bit like she’d just eaten an entire lemon; asking for help did not seem to be a comfortable experience for her. “Do you know the Cavalier Hotel?”

“Oh sure, that’s just up that-a-way,” he said pointing. “You’ll want to take Front Street, then when you see the cannery, take the lane to the north, and then it’s just up the Cove Road. It’s a bit of walk, but manageable.” She looked in the direction he had pointed, not looking all that comforted by what Will considered to be very good directions. He held a grin back and said, “I could show you the way, if you’d like.”

“That would probably be for the best.” She sighed. “I’m not good with directions.” They began making their way, and Will cast a surreptitious glance at her, intensely curious about this tight-lipped, brusque young lady.

"What brings you to Brindleton?“ He asked, trying to make conversation as they began to leave the town.

"I saw an advert saying the hotel was hiring chamber maids,” she replied, sounding almost defensive, as if expecting him to argue.

“The Cavalier’s a mighty busy spot — lots of wealthy tourists stay there. I’m sure they’d be lucky to have you,” Will said earnestly, and she looked up, perhaps surprised at the honesty behind the words.

“I hope so," she said with a small smile. There was something about that smile — perhaps the way her nose crinkled up, or the way her eyes seemed to shine brighter than a sun-soaked ocean — that entranced Will. It seemed all too soon the Cavalier Hotel was looming above them, the walk having flown by. As they reached the gate, she turned to look at Will.

“I do thank you for showing me the way, Mister —” Will realized he’d never introduced himself, and flushed as he answered the unspoken question.

"Sewell, Will Sewell."

“Pleasure to meet you Mr. Sewell, I’m Hattie Willager.” She gave him that lovely smile of hers, and then she turned away, heading up the drive towards the bright electric lights of the hotel.

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[angel2el]

DONE WITH YOU (ELVIS PRESLEY) -- PART TWO -- "THE ASSAULT"

Nearly 5500 Words, in this chapter tensions grow between spouses, friends, and manager until it comes to a head and two assaults take place.

hiii everyone and thank you for all the love on my first part! for those who don't know, this is a piece about an alternate reality where in 1969 Elvis begins the process of firing the Colonel. Part one is right here.

Thank you to the lovely @atleastpleasetelephone for editing this chapter for me!

Please enjoy, and let me know what you think and if you want to be added to the taglist or anything of the sort! For those who don't remember, at the end of last chapter, Elvis collapsed on stage after his show.

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“Mama,” Elvis whispers, leaning into his mother’s touch.

“Elvis,” she whispers.  

Elvis doesn’t know why he’s here, or how he got here, but he’s back in Tupelo, in his childhood backyard.  Before Vernon went to prison.  Back when everything was simpler.

And Gladys is here.

“Mama, why’d you leave me?” Elvis can’t help the tears that are running down his cheeks.

“I have to tell you something, Elvis,” Gladys whispers.  She lets go of him.

“Don’t stop holding me, mama.  Don’t walk away from me now.  Not again,” Elvis begs.  

“Elvis.”

“What?”

“Elvis.”

“What?”

“Elvis.  Elvis, come on.”

“Wh…”  Elvis’s eyes flutter open.  He squeezes them shut again. 

 “No.  No,” he mumbles.  Gladys is gone.  Reality has hit him and it’s cold as ice.  Jerry is rubbing his chest and Marty’s holding his head.

“Elvis, don’t try to sit up yet.  We’re gonna get you feeling better,” Marty says softly, standing up with a hand on Elvis’s back.  He turns to see Elvis looking shocked with a tear rolling down his face.

“You collapsed, E,” Jerry says softly.  “You gotta rest before the show tonight, ok?

“I..I saw my mama,” Elvis says, his voice raspy and whispering.

“No, you didn’t, Elvis.  You was dreamin’.”  

Elvis squeezes his eyes shut.  It didn’t feel like a dream.

“I…I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you was, Elvis.”  Jerry pinches the bridge of his nose.  “Your mama’s gone.”

Elvis blinks.  Breathes in and out.  

“I…I know.  I know she’s gone,” he says.

Jerry uses his thumb to wipe the tear off Elvis’s face.  “I’m sorry.  You gotta get some rest before the 9pm show.  Cilla’s just landing and she’ll come up to the room as soon as she gets here.

“Wh-what about the Colonel?” Elvis asks, his muscles visibly tensing with nervousness as he thinks of his manager.

“He tried to come over here, but Joe pushed him out.”

“Where is he?” Elvis slurs.

“Doesn’t matter.  I’m gonna carry you on my back to Joe’s room.”

“Joe’s?  Jerry, why–”

“Colonel already knows you’ve been in your room and mine.  It’ll take a while for him to find you in Joe’s.” 

“He’ll find me,” Elvis mumbles.

“We’ll deal with him if he does, ok?” Jerry says.  “I promise.  You ready to go?”

Elvis nods and pulls himself into a sitting position slowly and weakly.  Jerry turns his back to him and squats in front of him.  

“Put your arms over my shoulders.  Nice and easy, slowly.”  

Marty helps Elvis get his arms over Jerry’s shoulders.  

“Wrap your legs around me,” Jerry says, and Elvis weakly does so.

Jerry stands up as steadily as he can manage.  He feels Elvis’s full weight on him now as he leans groggily into his back.  He’s heavy, but not heavier than Jerry can manage.  Slowly, they make their way to the elevator and up to Joe’s room, which Jerry unlocks using the key Joe gave him.  All the while he can feel Elvis’s shallow and labored breath.  He gently stops at the foot of Joe’s bed and eases Elvis onto it.  Marty follows the two of them and makes his way into the bathroom, starting the water.

“Let’s get you out of that costume and into the bath.”

“...bath?”

“Yeah, Elvis.  You’ve got a fever.  Cold water will help.  It’ll also help you wake up.”  Elvis puts a hand to his forehead.

“I-I don’t know if I want a bath right now, Jerry,” he says softly, fiddling with his rings.

Jerry frowns and eases off Elvis’s shoes and socks.  “I know you don’t, buddy.”  He sighs.  “Cilla’s bringing some fever medicine, but for now this is what we got.”

Elvis sighs.  “What about…something for the nausea?” he asks.

“We’ll get you something.  Cold water will help with that, too, though.”  Jerry gently pulls off the top half of Elvis’s jumpsuit.  

“Lift,” he says, and Elvis uses his hands to push his bottom up and off the edge of the bed while Jerry pulls off the rest of his outfit.

Elvis sits back down.  “I don’t wanna–”

“We’re keeping your underwear on,” Jerry says,  “And your necklaces.  But the rings have to come off.”  

Elvis nods in understanding and holds out his hands for Jerry to remove his rings.  Jerry presses his lips together and tries to swallow the lump in his throat at this simple action.  The vulnerability Elvis reveals by not being able to take off his own rings and trusting in Jerry is unmistakably fragile.  He’s as trusting as a puppy who’s been hurt a million times but still has faith.  This type of sensitivity will not help Elvis in his fight against the Colonel.

But it’s the biggest piece of his humanity that Jerry knows.

“Jerry?” Elvis asks.

“Sorry.  Just thinking,” he says, starting to slide the rings off of Elvis’s fingers.  When he finishes, he lifts Elvis up gently, “Bath time.”

He guides Elvis to Joe’s bathroom, where Marty is waiting with a full bath that makes Elvis’s jaw clench.  

“One foot at a time,” Jerry says, slowly helping Elvis into the bath.  As soon as he’s in, he’s shivering violently and trying to get out.  But Jerry lays him down.

“Jerry, Jerry, l-let me out, I’m f-freezing,” Elvis begs as Jerry dips a washcloth in the bath.

“Just relax, Elvis.  Twenty minutes and we’ll let you out.  This’ll do wonders for you, I promise.”

Elvis grits his teeth.  “Doesn’t f-feel like it.”

There’s a knock at the door.  

“I’ll get it,” Marty says.  Jerry watches him leave the bathroom then turns back to Elvis.  His eyes are down and his right hand fiercely grips his left shoulder as his whole body shakes.  

“You’ll be feeling much better in no time, E,”  Jerry promises.  Elvis nods slightly, clenching his jaw.

Jerry turns around when he hears footsteps to see Priscilla rushing over to the two of them with Marty trailing after her.

“Elvis, honey, how you feeling?” she asks, setting her bags on the counter.

Elvis looks up and his face relaxes for the first time in days.  “Come h-here, Cilla,” he says softly.  She leans in to kiss him.

“You’re shaking like a leaf.  You didn’t give him a cold bath, did you?” she asks, looking between Marty and Jerry.

“Uh…yeah.  We did.  Something wrong with that?”

Priscilla blows out a breath.  

“Yeah.  We tried it one time when he got sick, back when I just moved in.  Cold baths don’t do anything for him.  You’re just making him more miserable,” she says, reaching into the bathtub and pulling the plug.  “Can we get him back in bed?  We can give him some of that fever medicine.  Oh, and I got a thermometer.”

“Why don’t you get him changed into clean boxers, Cilla?  Marty and I should talk.  Outside,” Jerry says, glancing between Elvis and Priscilla.

“That’s fine,” Priscilla says.  “Help me get him out the tub.”  Gently, Marty helps Priscilla lift Elvis out of the tub and put a towel over him.  He’s still shivering violently as Priscilla towels him off.

“Don’t put him in nothin’ too warm,” Jerry instructs. “We’re trying to heal the fever, ok?”

“I know what to do,” Priscilla says.  “Elvis, let’s get over to the bedroom.  I can call a maid to bring up some of your clothes.”

“Joe’s clothes will fit him just fine,” Jerry says.

Priscilla nods, putting her hand on Elvis’s back and guiding him back to the bed.  “Why don’t you two leave while I change him?”  Jerry and Marty look at each other.

“Alright.  We’ll be right outside.  Just holler if you need anything,” Jerry says.

“I won’t need anything,” Priscilla says.  “And I’m calling the Colonel.”

“Actually, Cilla…” Marty interjects.

“...we’re, uh, we’re trying to keep the Colonel out of this,” Jerry finishes.

Priscilla makes a face.  “Why’s that?  He’s Elvis’s manager, Jerry.  We need to call him.”

“We’re not doing that,” Jerry says firmly.  “Joe’s dealing with him right now, and he can get a bit of a temper around stuff like this.”

“Um…okay,” Priscilla says slowly.  “But we have to tell him eventually, right?”

“...yeah,” Jerry says, leaving the room.  Marty follows him out.

“Do you think she’s right?” Marty asks.  Jerry scoffs.

“I think she’s bein’ a pain in the ass,” Jerry huffs out a breath and scratches his brow..

“Come on, Jerry.  You know she’s got Elvis’s best interests at heart,” Marty says.

“You know what?  I’m actually starting to doubt that,” Jerry says, wiping a hand across his mouth.

Marty rolls his eyes.  “She’s the only thing keeping him sane.”

“I actually think she’s making him crazy.  You know, last April, Elvis told me she’d been cheating on him with her dance teacher.”

“They’ve obviously worked it out or they wouldn’t be together anymore,” Marty counters, shaking his head.

“That’s the thing, Marty.  He never said a word about it to her.  He just saw the signs.  And found another man’s undershirt beneath their bed after he came back from a concert.”

“He didn’t say anything?”

Jerry shakes his head.  “Not a word.  He’s always been so anxious.  Non-confrontational.  It hasn’t changed as he’s aged.  I bet you she’s still cheating on him and he still won’t say a thing.”

Jerry presses his lips together.  “So…so what?  What are you getting at?  You can’t kick her out just because you don’t like how she’s treating him, Jerry.  She’s still his wife.  He still needs her.  Cutting the Colonel doesn’t mean cutting Cilla.”

“I think it does.  Cilla loves the Colonel.”

Marty makes a sound between a laugh and a scoff.  “That-that’s absurd.  You can’t ask Elvis to divorce the love of his life–”

“--Cilla’s not the love of his life.  He cried for weeks before that wedding, you know that.  He was going to leave her for Ann Margaret in ‘67 before her father forced them to marry.”

“Jerry, you sound crazy.  They’re married.  Your feelings about Priscilla don’t…dictate the decisions Elvis makes,” Marty says firmly.  “You don’t know what you’re talking about.  You’re letting your worries about Elvis get the best of you.”

“Jerry, Marty!” Priscilla calls.

“Stop trying to meddle in his love life, Jerry.  You got no say in that,” Marty says.

Jerry throws his hands up.  “Right.  Of course.  Forgive me for being concerned about my friend whose wife has been cheating o–” “Boys, come in!” Priscilla’s voice again.  Marty pushes past Jerry and opens the door.  Elvis is curled up on his side in Joe’s grey undershirt and boxers, shivering again.

Jerry and Marty both approach the bed.  Jerry sits behind Elvis and puts a hand on his back.

“You alright?  Feeling better?” he asks softly.  Elvis’s back feels unnaturally hot but he isn’t sweating at all.

Elvis nods silently.

“He’s feeling much better, I think,” Priscilla says.  “Not perfect, but we were talking about getting him something to eat just now.”

“Good.  That’s good, Cilla.  He hasn’t eaten since dinner last night and he hasn’t kept anything down since yesterday’s lunch.  What are you hungry for, E?”

“...e-eggs and toast,” Elvis mutters.

“Marty, why don’t you go down and ask the kitchen to make him some eggs and toast?” Jerry asks, turning to Marty.  Marty silently sighs and nods before leaving the room.

“We should take your temperature, honey,” Priscilla says.  “Once you’ve eaten we can get some fever medicine in you and you can rest until the 9pm show.  How does that sound?”

“Fine, honey,” Elvis says.  “Come here.”  He reaches his arm out to Priscilla who leans down to kiss his forehead.  “Wh-what about the Colonel?  He ain’t gonna like me taking rests instead of rehearsing.”  Jerry turns to Elvis to see his eyes wide and pupils dilated.  He looks hazy, weak, scared.

“We’ll, uh, we’ll deal with the Colonel.  You don’t gotta worry about him.”

“I don’t understand it,” Priscilla mumbles, barely loud enough for either man to hear.

“What’s that, Cilla?”

“I don’t understand why you’re keeping him from Elvis.  He’s helped him his whole life.  He gave us everything.  Doesn’t make sense to me why you’re trying to kick him out now,” she says, louder.

Elvis swallows and clenches his jaw.  Jerry can see the conflict on his face, the tears beginning to form.

“Colonel’s hurting him, Cilla,” Jerry says, pointing his finger at Elvis’s crumpled frame.  “Working him too hard.  He’s sick now and he still has to work.  You don’t see nothin’ wrong with that?”

“Why are you so defensive, Jerry?” Priscilla retorts.  “He’s my husband.  I know what’s best for him, and I just think it’s wrong that you’re keeping him from his manager.”

“Right.  Well, while you’ve been in Memphis and New York and God knows where else, we were here watching Elvis getting worked to the bone.  If you’d been here instead of–”

“--stop, Jerry,” Elvis whines.  “She don’t know any better.”

“I don’t know any better?  I know—”

“--Cilla, baby, please.  I…I think…” Elvis pauses, out of breath, and puts a hand on his brow.  “I…”

“Breathe,” Jerry instructs.  Elvis draws in a slow breath, his chest rising heavily.  He blows out and breathes again, his heart stopping the pounding motion that’s been making him dizzy.

“I ain’t firing him, Cilla.  Nothing like that.  We’re just takin’ a break.”  Elvis wraps his hand around Priscilla’s waist. 

“Elvis, you were talking about firing him–”

“--I didn’t mean that.  He…he’s given me everything.  I can’t let him go.”  There’s a heavy, thick silence in the room until Jerry claps his hands together.

“Alright.  We’re taking your temperature, then you’re eating, and then you’re gonna sleep.  Cilla, get the thermometer.”

“You get it.”  Priscilla’s voice is sharp and cold.

“Fine.  I’ll get it.”  Jerry grabs the bag from the drugstore and pulls out a mercury thermometer and brings it over to Elvis.  “Open your mouth.”  Elvis follows, tilting his head up to Jerry and parting his lips.  Jerry places the thermometer under Elvis’s tongue.

“Stay like that for a bit.”  Jerry sits down on the bed next to Elvis and watches as he brings Priscilla in closer.

Jerry glances between Elvis and Priscilla for the next few seconds until he feels enough time has passed, watching Priscilla massage Elvis’s hand in her own and look at him.  He turns to Elvis.  “Open,” he instructs, and Elvis opens his mouth so Jerry can pull the thermometer out.  He holds it to the light.

“Not good.”

“What?” Priscilla asks.

“102.2.  I think it’s higher than it was last night.”  Elvis sighs.

The door opens and Marty walks in with a small plate of scrambled eggs and a piece of toast.  “Here you go,” he says, handing Elvis his plate.  “I, uh…I gotta go now.  I have a meeting.  See y’all tonight,” Marty says, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Fine.  Bye now,” Jerry says and Marty walks out without another word.

Elvis starts eating hungrily but delicately.

“Be careful.  Don’t wanna get sick again if you eat too fast,” Jerry says.  Elvis glances up at him.  Not eating fast and not eating too much has never been something that Elvis has followed.  He continues eating in silence before he’s about halfway done and starts to look tired again.

“Done?” Priscilla asks.

“I’m full,” Elvis says softly, pushing the plate away.  Jerry takes it and sets it on the side table before grabbing the bottle of fever medicine and handing two pills to Elvis.  He takes them dry and lays back down.

“Tired,” he says softly.  “Wanna sleep.”

“I need to sleep, too,” Jerry says.  “I was up all night.”

“You can have the bed,” Elvis says softly.

“I’ll take the couch.  Cilla will lay in bed with you.  How does that sound?”

“Fine,” Elvis says.  Jerry makes his way to the couch and grabs a blanket before laying down.  He’s exhausted, but he knows it’s nowhere near how awful Elvis is feeling.  Slowly, he lets his guard down and falls asleep.

—

When he wakes up and checks his watch, it’s 7pm.  They need to get Elvis some dinner and more medicine.  “Cilla?” Jerry calls.  Priscilla walks into the room.

“Yes?”

“It’s 7.  We need to get some more dinner and medicine.”

“Yes.  I think something’s really wrong with him.  His stomach is really swollen and he seems to be in a lot of pain.  I think it’s those pills.”

Jerry takes out a cigarette and lights it.  “Right.  Well, if he’s still asleep, we can go now.  Why don’t you get some shoes on?”

Priscilla nods, grabbing a pair of short heels and sliding them on her feet.  Jerry leads her to the door and shuts it behind them as they exit.  Jerry puts the cigarette in his mouth as they start walking to the elevator.  

“I think we should have a doctor come and see him before the show tonight,” Jerry says.  “I actually think he shouldn’t perform tonight.”

“What?” Priscilla asks.  “He has to perform.”

“...right,” Jerry mutters, frustrated.  “Because it’s your decision.”

Priscilla shakes her head and scoffs.

“I’m just putting in my opinion, Jerry.  I don’t see why you have such a problem with me,” Priscilla crosses her arms.

“I don’t have a problem with you, Cilla.”  Jerry takes the cigarette out of his mouth.  “I just…take issue with the way you talk about Elvis.”

“I just want what’s best for him,” Priscilla insists.

“Yeah.  Me too.”  They approach the elevator and Jerry pushes the button.  “Well, for now, let’s just focus on getting him better.”

—

When Elvis wakes up, it’s slowly and with a grunt as he lifts himself into a sitting position and holds his head.  His sleep was plagued with various nightmares of the Colonel finding him, hurting him.  The worst one…

In the worst one the Colonel had hurt his mother.  Smacked her across the face.  The image of that comes back to Elvis and suddenly he feels a great pain in his chest and stomach and stumbles to the bathroom and vomits.  He kneels in front of the toilet for at least ten minutes, barely conscious, barely able to catch his breath, and freezing cold but too weak to get up and grab a blanket.  It takes a tremendous amount of effort to keep his body upright.  Something is wrong.  His stomach is killing him, his head is pounding, and his heart won’t stop fluttering.  He falls over and lays on the cold bathroom floor, shaking and crying for an indeterminate amount of time before he hears the door open.

“Jerry…Jerry,” he calls weakly, finding the strength to pull himself up and stumble out of the bathroom.  His body freezes when he sees the Colonel with his cane and an ugly frown.

“Elvis,” the colonel says.  “It’s 8:00.  You should be rehearsing by now.”

Elvis is confused and delirious.  “Wh…J-Jerry said you wouldn’t..”

“I am here now, am I not?” The Colonel asks.  “And I am tired of being kept from you.”  Elvis shakes his head.

“St..stay away from me,” he slurs out.  The Colonel comes closer.

“I am your manager, Mr. Presley.  Staying away is not something I can do.  I am already angry enough that you have let these hooligans keep me from you.”

Elvis’s breath picks up and his throat clenches with nausea.  “You..” he gasps for air.  “You–”  Elvis whines in pain and squeezes his eyes shut.

“You are going to come with me,” The Colonel says.  “And there will be consequences for your actions.”  He steps towards Elvis, who deliriously puts his hand up as if to defend himself.

“C-consequences?  You get out..” Elvis slurs.

The Colonel only gets closer.  “Come with me now before I make you.”

Elvis looks up at the Colonel.  Anger burns in his throat.  He clenches his fists.  He can’t think straight.  He doesn’t know much, but he knows he needs the Colonel to get out.

“G-get outta here before I call the cops,” Elvis says, coughing.

“Now you apologize to me before I make you sorry,” the Colonel says, pushing Elvis.  Elvis weakly falls on the ground.  It wasn’t a hard push, but any type of force is enough to take Elvis down in this state.  He’s on the ground, pushing himself backwards with his hands and legs bent.

“Jerry!  J..Jerry!” Elvis calls.

“Be quiet!” The Colonel shouts, moving closer.  

“Jerry!”

The Colonel thrusts his cane at the lower left side of Elvis’s chest as hard as he can.  There’s a cracking sound and Elvis groans in pain before wrapping an arm around his ribcage.

“Be quiet before I shut your mouth for you!” The Colonel yells.

Elvis takes a big breath and screams.

“Jerry!”

“Shut up!” the Colonel screams and whips his cane into the side of Elvis’s face, hitting his cheek and temple.  Elvis crumples to the ground, holding his bleeding head.

He moans and blinks slowly as the Colonel moves closer.

Suddenly, the door opens and big, heavy footsteps come into the room.

“Elvis?  Colonel, what the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Jerry shouts.  “You hurt him?”  He looks at Elvis, whose face and right hand are covered in blood and who is fighting to stay conscious.

“You get the hell out, Colonel, before I kill you,” Jerry says.

“I’m not leaving until Elvis–”

“GET OUT!” Jerry screams.  Priscilla, who had come in with Jerry, approaches Elvis and puts one of Joe’s shirts from the floor over his wound.

“I said–” The Colonel starts, but Jerry shoves him.  He lands on his left arm and yells out in pain.

“Get outta here before I kill you, you fat bastard!” Jerry’s voice is so loud now that it makes Elvis start crying from the pain it causes his head.  He’s completely lost it.  He rips off his sunglasses and kicks the Colonel in the groin.  “OUT!”

The Colonel scrambles out of the hotel room and Jerry slams the door behind him before running over to Elvis and Priscilla.

“E, what happened?” Jerry frantically asks, seeing all the blood that’s accumulated on Joe’s shirt.  

“He…he…” Elvis whispers hoarsely.

“He hit you?  We need to go to the hospital, Elvis.”  Elvis shakes his head and groans.

“N-no hospital…”

“I know you hate hospitals, but this could get serious.”

“Jerry, he has to do the show tonight,” Priscilla says.

“...Screw the show.  We need to get him to a hospital.”

“I..I wanna do the show,” Elvis manages to get out.

“Are you kidding?  You wanna perform in this state?”

“Call Dr. Nick,” Elvis says.  

“Let’s at least get him into bed,” Priscilla says.  Jerry nods and helps lift Elvis up and bring him to Joe’s bed.

“I’m calling the doctor.  Then I’m calling Joe to ask him why the hell he let the Colonel come up here.”  Elvis is barely able to hold his head up as Priscilla tends to him and Jerry makes his way to the phone, dialing a number before talking in a hushed but serious tone.

“He hit you with his cane, Elvis?” Priscilla asks.  Elvis nods slowly, but the pain it causes makes tears stream down his cheeks.

“We’ll get you rested for the next hour.  The fans won’t know a thing,” she reassures him.  Elvis just makes a small noise of understanding in his throat.  He doesn’t really feel like performing.  

“Dr. Nick’s gonna be up here in one minute with some medicine.  Can you tell me what happened?”

“The Colonel hit him with his cane.  Right across the face,” Priscilla says.  “I can’t get the bleeding to stop,” she presses the shirt tighter against Elvis’s face and he whimpers.

“Right.  Well, I’m gonna talk to Joe during the show.”

“Where’s the Colonel?  I think you mighta broken his arm,” Priscilla says, her eyebrows tensing.

“I don’t give a damn where that bastard is.  Long as he stays away from Elvis.  I think we should get a restraining order on him.”

“Restraining order?” Priscilla asks.  “That’s extreme.”  Elvis makes a moaning sound of pain and she shushes him.

“What’s extreme is him hitting Elvis across the face with a metal cane.  That’s assault.  And I plan to never let it happen again.”  Jerry can feel his face getting hot with anger.

There’s a knock at the door, and Jerry opens it to find Dr. Nick with a bag, who walks over to the bed and sits on the chair next to it.

“Can you tell me what happened here?” he asks.

“Elvis got hit with the Colonel’s cane,” Priscilla tells him.  “He’s been bleeding for at least five minutes.”

Jerry scoffs.  Elvis got hit with the Colonel’s cane.  That’s the way of putting it that makes the Colonel seem a lot less guilty.

Dr. Nick puts his hand on Priscilla’s and pulls the shirt away.  Blood gushes out of a gash from the tip of the cane right above Elvis’s temple.

“Normally I would say this doesn’t need stitches, but I think we should give him some considering the show tonight,” Dr. Nick says.

“The…the show?” Jerry asks.  “He’s not doing the show.  He’s injured.  And sick.  And he’s been workin’ like a dog all season.  Sixteen shows a week with no breaks, you don’t see nothin’ wrong with that?”

“No need to get angry, Mr. Schilling,” Dr. Nick says, to which Jerry shakes his head.  He grabs a needle and sutures, then pulls out a syringe and vial.  “I’m going to inject some anesthetic around the wound to numb it for you.  Then I’ll put in the stitches.  How does that sound?”

“F-fine,” Elvis says, opening his eyes.  “Ah…”  The lights cause him pain and he shuts them again.

He feels a small pinch as Dr. Nick injects him with the anesthetic.  “I’m starting the stitches now.  You just let me know if it hurts too much, ok?”  Elvis makes a noise of agreement and tries not to move as he feels Dr. Nick starts the stitches.  It’s over quicker than he thought it would be and isn’t that painful, but it still makes him tense and nauseous.

“I’m gonna start cleaning up with a wet cloth, just getting the blood off your face,” Dr. Nick says, taking out a white cloth and dousing it with water from his bottle.  He gently presses it to Elvis’s face, which causes him to wince and whine, and Priscilla shushes him and kisses the top of his head.

“Can you tell me what happened leading up to you getting hit?”

Elvis nods.  The pain in his head is intense to say the least, fogging up his memory and making it hard to speak.  But he tries anyways.  “I…I had a bad dream.  I went to the bathroom and I got sick…then…then…the Colonel showed up.”

Dr. Nick gently wipes more blood off of Elvis’s face and neck, glancing over at the puddle of blood on the carpet by the bathroom.

“He said…to come with him.  And that he was gonna punish me.”

“And then he hit you?”

“...yeah.  I-I think so,” Elvis confirms.

“He’s having some other issues too.  Stomach issues, and he’s been feverish since the day before yesterday.”

Dr. Nick nods.  “The good news is, all those things can be cured.  Fevers, nausea, head injuries.  And they can all be cured in time for you to perform in 45 minutes.  I’ll give you some pain medication and nausea medication.  I don’t have anything for fevers, though.”

“I do,” Jerry says.  “But he really shouldn’t be performing.”  

Dr. Nick takes out a syringe and two vials.

“Well, it’s up to him.  But he has some fans waiting.”  He fills up one of the syringes and injects it into Elvis’s shoulder, then fills the next and does the same.

Then he stands up.  “Call me if he gets any worse.  I’ll be around.”  With that, he leaves the hotel room.

“You really shouldn’t perform tonight, Elvis,” Jerry says, seeing Priscilla’s jaw tighten.

“I think you need to, honey,” Priscilla counters.  Jerry sighs.  “If you don’t, the Colonel could sue you.  Plus, all those fans are waiting to see you.  You don’t wanna disappoint them, do you?”

Jerry makes a sound between a laugh and a scoff.  “Are you trying to make him feel bad for bein’ sick?  It ain’t his fault if he can’t perform.  The fans can wait.”

“I’m not making anybody feel bad but you, Jerry,” Priscilla bites back.  “Elvis, I really think you should go out there tonight.”

“I…I will,” Elvis says softly.  “Just give me ten more minutes to rest and I’ll be on my way to the dressin’ room.” 

“Why don’t you go down to the theatre and give us some time, Jerry?” Priscilla asks. 

“Yeah.  Sure.  See you in a bit, Elvis,” Jerry says.  Elvis nods. 

-

As soon as Jerry is done lecturing Joe, who’s nothing but apologetic, he rushes to watch the concert.  Priscilla is nowhere to be found and Elvis is clearly struggling.  He’s pale, shaky, delirious, and should be sweating but isn’t.  That can only mean his fever is getting higher and not breaking.  He holds his head when he can and dances slowly, messily.  Even the audience can tell something is seriously wrong.  As Can’t Help Falling In Love starts, Jerry hears footsteps behind him. “Almost done?” Priscilla asks. 

“Yeah.”  Jerry wrinkles his nose.  She smells like alcohol.  

The two watch in silence as the number finishes and the curtain starts to close.  Elvis has given everything.  Surprisingly, he doesn’t faint as soon as the curtain is down. He just curls up into a ball and sits, shivering. 

Priscilla runs over and puts a hand on his back, she goes to give him a kiss but he turns away from her, gagging.  Someone hands him a bowl and he’s sick into it, pushing Priscilla away when she tries to touch him.  

Jerry walks over to Elvis and puts a hand on his back.  It’s hotter than ever before and bone dry. “Someone get him some ice water!” Jerry calls.  When Elvis looks up from the bowl, the force of vomiting has caused his stitches to burst and his head is bleeding again. 

Jerry takes off his own blazer and holds it to Elvis’s head.  “We need to go to the hospital.  Get us a car.”

A staff member from the hotel approaches Jerry and Elvis with a bucket of ice water and a thermometer.  Jerry places it in Elvis’s mouth gently.  “Let’s get your jumpsuit off. 

“What’s he gonna wear?” Priscilla asks. Jerry turns to her.  She’s standing off to the side with her arms crossed. 

“His boxers and undershirt.  Anything else and he’ll overheat.”  Jerry takes the thermometer out and gasps. “105.4.  Is the car ready?  Tell the hospital we’re coming.”  He takes the blazer off of Elvis’s head and find that the bleeding has stopped, so he starts working the jumpsuit off as best he can.  When the jumpsuit and Elvis’s shoes and socks are off, he starts taking handfuls of ice water and pouring them on Elvis’s torso. 

“Jerry—“

“—he could get heatstroke if we don’t get this fever down.  Now.”

Joe rushes into the room. “Jerry.”

“What?”

“The car’s ready.”

Jerry doesn’t know where, maybe it’s the adrenaline, but he somehow manages to find the strength to pick up Elvis bridal-style and carry him to the hallway.  Elvis is completely out of it and his breathing is shallow.  

“Stay awake, Elvis.  Don’t fall asleep now,” Jerry says.  Elvis is in and out of consciousness as Jerry eases him into the backseat of a black car.  Priscilla gets in the other side and Jerry situates Elvis so his head is on Jerry’s lap and his legs are on Priscilla’s. Elvis instantly curls up, clearly freezing.  Jerry puts a hand over him and is about to shut the door when Joe stops him.  

“Jerry.”

“What?”

“I been on the phone with the colonel.”

“So what?”

“You broke his arm.”  Jerry swallows. 

Waits. 

“He’s pressing charges against you and Elvis.”

[foxes-that-run]

Maroon

Maroon is looking back on her relationship with Harry in a linear way. It was the surprise song 26 May, 2023, the first show after 20 May.

'Red'...

Taylor wrote 10 of the final 30 Red TV tracks after Harry entered the chat in March. @taylor-on-your-dash has this Making of Red post which shows it was complete 4 months after they met, it's release was 7 months after 'The Very First Night'.

It is wild to me that people say Red can't be Haylor but 1989 was inspired by a '3 month relationship', yet Reputation is about Joe, who she started dating 5 months before it's release, Rep was mostly done by then. Rep's vault tracks will surprise some more than 1989's did!

All this is to say, we know Maroon is Haylor because it is not filled with All Too Well rage and the title references Red. The Lyric Video also includes a pink/maroon sunset, which similar to sunsets referenced in Cruel Summer, INTHAF and Slut!

Lyrics

When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf 'Cause we lost track of time again Laughing with my feet in your lap Like you were my closest friend "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say "Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how" I see you every day now

The first verse remembers the start

Harry's unreleased track, Hunger, is similar in meaning to Maroon. It opens with a similar line "Candles burned down to the floor." New Years Day also includes Candle wax on the hardwood floors.' Finally, Taylor included the incense in the lyric and music videos for Lavender Haze.

The first verse is very 1989 feeling, they sound young, hanging out and enjoying each others company. The room mate is most likely Ben Winston, he stayed with Ben while dating Taylor and renovating his current house. some of the This is Us Harry scenes were shot there.

And I chose you The one I was dancin' with In New York, no shoes Looked up at the sky and it was

Harry and Taylor danced with no shoes in New York after 1D's first Madison Square Garden performance 4 December 2012. Taylor is looking up to the sky in the photo of Harry lifting her.

Harry also mentioned barefeet in the leaked Trouble "And we could take this anywhere / Cause were we’re going / We don’t need no shoes" Trouble was leaked 20 April 22, 6 months before Midnights.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

This verse remembers a passionate fight, like the album Red Taylor described the emotions from that period as red, and later on Lover as Golden. The wine stained dress or shirt here is also in:

Olivia “This isn't the stain of a red wine, I'm bleeding love”

Clean “you're still all over me like a wine stained dress i can't wear anymore"

Blood rushing to cheeks is blushing, in Gold Rush Taylor also referenced this "I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush"

The mark on Taylors collarbone may be the possible hickey here, from the night before she left the Virgin isles.

Rust growing between telephones indicates they stopped calling, Harry also references this in From the Dining Table “Even my phone misses your call, by the way”

When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbin' with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends? You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us I feel you no matter what The rubies that I gave up

This verse is the aftermath of the fight in the one before, with apology flowers, not talking and paying for it.

Harry cries with his head in his hands

Now that we don't talk and Afterglow "I lived like an island, punished you in silence" also refer to silence/not speaking

'The rubies I gave up' to me is treasure, rubies being the red theme. To me this is in the Pay for it' Haylor theme, however Taylor has referred to her friends as Junior Jewels in YBTM, she may have she lost friends in the break up.

Standin Hollow-eyed in the Hallway refers to the Hallway theme

The carnations not roses means they were plagued by things going wrong. Harry referenced the Carnations in the Satellite MV:

And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fucking legacy, legacy (it was maroon)x2

The outtro is after some time has passed, she wakes from an adult dream remembering her lost muse. Taylor and Harry have a surprising number of songs about this:

Wildest Dreams (Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha) / Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha / You'll see me in hindsight / Tangled up with you all night

Ready for it...? In the middle of the night, in my dreams (my dreams) You should see the things we do (we do), baby (baby, mmm, eh)

Little Freak - "You bring blue lights to dreams" and "A wet dream just dangling"

Cruel Summer "Fever dream high in the quiet of the night / You know that I caught it"

[wilmaslittleflower]

rehearsals and nuggets.

notes; another fic? Wow. Look at me! Again, I hope you enjoy this, it’s shorter but it’s been sitting in my drafts for a bit so, enjoy!

warnings; lovejoy members?, stomach rumbling from hunger, hungry reader, food mentioned, piggy back rides, pet names (baby, darling, ect), if I missed any please tell me.

edited; slightly

wc; 1k

who; Wilbur soot x reader (cg!wilbur and little!reader)

Wil had taken you to the studio as an adventure of the day, seeing as you woke up in little space and wanted you to come with him. Wil told the guys before hand about you and they all were super excited to see and hang out with you. They all supported you and helped Wil out when he needed it. They quite liked taking care of you when Wil needed to go do some thing or stream. They all love you very much and will always support and appreciate you.

It was half way through the day now and the boys had been at it for hours, recording and writing like no tomorrow, while you sat on the couch and colored with mark when he wasn’t needed. Wil also gave you his phone and headphones to use while you watched some shows and movies, so you weren’t overstimulated by all the noises around you.

Ash and Joe came over sometimes and watched with you as Ash drew on his tablet and showed you every little design he did, knowing how much you loved it.

After a while you felt your stomach ache and then rumble. Then again. And again.

You didn’t want to bother Wil, but you were hungry and your little stomach couldn’t starve! So while he was in the booth recording, you went up to Mark and tugged on his shirt.

“m hungwy.” You said quietly, not wanting to disturb any of the recordings that were happening with you being too loud.

“you’re hungry? Ok bud, want me to tell Wil?” Mark asked as you shook your head.

“Don wan to bofer hims.” You whispered out as you looked down at your hands, gently picking at them.

Mark caught this and gently grabbed your hands in his and rubbed the backs of them. “Hey, I promise you, you are not bothering him. He would leave this all right now if you were bored or wanted to go home. He cares about you more than this. He always will. Now after he’s done, why don’t you go ask him for food and me and the boys will be behind you asking him too.” Mark proposed as you smiled at him and nodded. Mark got up and walked over to the rest of the guys that were sitting down and listening to whatever Wil was doing. You still had the headphones on so you couldn’t quite hear what was happening unless you were close.

After a bit you did exactly what Mark told you too and went up to Wil once he was out and tapped his hand.

“What’s up love?” Wil asked as he crouched down and made eye contact with you as your eyes widened and you suddenly got anxious. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joe, mark and ash come up behind you and give you thumbs up and smiles.

“m hungwy, tan we gets food?” You asked confidently as you looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

Wil smiled up at you then behind you to the boys, “did you guys plan to gang up on me if i said no?” Wil asked curiously to you all. Ash and Mark shook their heads as Joe nodded, quickly being slapped in the arm by Mark as he did. Laughing, Wil turned back to you and stood up. “Yeah let’s go, I’m starving!”

“Yay!” You exclaimed as Wil took your hand in his as he grabbed his wallet and phone, placing them both in one pocket.

“Wanna hop on my back baby?” Wil asked as you all stepped out the studio doors, breathing in the slightly fresh air. You nodded excitedly as Wil crouched again, Ash helping you on carefully. Standing up, you quickly wrapped your arms around Wil and hide your face in his neck.

“Dada too taww-“ you spoke into his neck as he laughed at your words.

“I’m too tall? I can put you down if you wa-“

“No! Wan dada to cawwy me!” You hugged him tighter as he started to lower you, quickly hiking you up again as you spoke.

“Gladly darling.” Wil whispered for only you to hear, rubbing your legs as he held them close to him.

You all agreed to McDonald’s since it was fast and easy. Plus you wanted chicken nuggets. So once you all ordered and payed and waited, Joe and mark made small talk with you. Asking all kinds of questions that they already know the answer too but love seeing you excited just from being asked. Wil and ash gathered everyone’s food and brought it over as Wil sat down in the booth next to you and gave you your happy meal and your drink of choice .

“Happy?” Wil whispered to you as he got all your food out for you and handed you the toy that was in the box.

“Mhms, fank wou.” You whispered back to him as he smiled down at you , kissing your forehead and getting his stuff from the tray.

“Of course my love, any time. I love you.”

“I wuv wou toos!” You said to him as you nuzzles into his arm as you ate.

“What about me, Wil? You love me?” Mark asked jokingly as Wil rolled his eyes at the man.

“No Mark, I actually hate you-“

“Ok woah! That’s hurtful.” Mark grasped his heart as he coward in on himself.

“Dada onwy wuvs me.” You said to Mark as the rest of them all laughed, including Mark.

“That’s right baby, only you.” Wil said as he kissed your head again.

This is what you’ve always wanted. A safe place. A family. And know you have that.

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